this came out bad but whatever

Advice For The Moon Signs

*Use Moon*

Aries Moon: Slow down.
what or who are you running from? Whatever it is will find a way to catch up to you, face it now and save yourself the trouble.

Taurus Moon: Stop letting your past define your present.
You say that you don’t want yourself to be the person who wronged you, but yet you become more and more like them everyday. Find a way to come to terms with the past, and move on with your future.

Gemini Moon: Let go.
Let go of whatever is holding you back or down, you may think you need it or them, but you don’t. Stop holding back and biting your tongue, release these pent-up emotions before they control you completely

Cancer Moon: Assess yourself.
You spent an awful amount of time making others assess themselves but have you ever asked yourself ‘Do you like who you’ve become?’ Take that statement whichever way you like, but I hope you learn something positive from it.

Leo Moon: Stop pretending.
Stop pretending that you’re fine, stop bottling everything up, and stop lying to yourself. You keep letting your ego get in the way of feeling at peace.

Virgo Moon: Stop faking it.
Maybe you don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, or maybe you don’t want to hurt yourself. But this layer of superficiality has found its way to the surface, and so far it’s not looking pretty. Stop pulling the band aid off gently because nobody is buying this bs.

Libra Moon: Take a deep breath.
Whatever it is, you did it. It’s over with and you succeeded. Take some time to admire and reflect on your work, but stop worrying so much and move onto a new project.

Scorpio Moon: Leave.
Leave whatever it is that’s weighing you down, behind. Lord knows it’s beyond the point of repair and if you stay you’re only going to wear yourself down.

Sagittarius Moon: Fix it.
Stop dwelling and start taking action. Whatever mess this is, and whether or not you made, just fix it. You’ll feel better, and even if you can’t completely glue the pieces back together at least you can say you tried.

Capricorn Moon: Enough with the selfishness.
Have you forgotten where you came from and who your friends are? Because it sure looks like it. Keep acting like this and you’ll end up with nothing.

Aquarius Moon: Your feelings are valid, but so are others.
You keep tricking yourself into blocking out your own emotions, therefore you’re neglecting others as well. It’s not healthy for yourself, and for those you care about. They’re beginning to lose hope in you, show them you’re there and that you care. Actions will always speak louder than words.

Pisces Moon: Forgive yourself.
Whatever you did, it can’t be nearly as bad as you’re making it out to be. Allow these emotions in, so they can be freed. Once they’ve been let out, you’ll find the peace you need to move forward.

You wanna hear how bad ace discourse can get in real life?
I have(or… Had) two gay dads. I’m adopted. When I was 15 I came out as het ace, not yet knowing I was pan. My dads didn’t have a problem with it, one of them said I might be too “young” to know, but that I could identify with whatever I wanted. Casual aphobia hurts.
Then I said “Now I can go with you to pride parades and LGBT events!!” Their facial expressions changed.
“You’re not LGBT. Being asexual doesn’t make you LGBT” one of them said. I was so hurt.
“Yes it does!” I said. They began yelling. At each other. At me.
“Our child is an inclusionist! What are we supposed to do?!”
“Don’t worry, honey. She’ll come around. We’ll just have to educate her.”
I didn’t come around. So they threw me out of the place I’d lived for the past fifteen years. For being an ace inclusionist. This is how this mess affects real people. I am disgusted.

Hunted | Yoongi

Originally posted by yukidinme

Genre: Angst (sorta?) | Slight fluff (?) | Action | Mafia/Gang!AU

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (ft. Got7)

Warnings: Violence, shooting, mentions of dead bodies, cursing/swearing, etc.

 Word count: 2251

Request: Hello! I would like to request a scenario! Instead of writing blah, blah, blah I will make it easy to read: 1. Yoongi (with Agust D personality - you know, a bad, sassy, rude boy) 2. A mix of genres, whatever you feel inspired for but please - not 100% fluffy. 3. Triggers are alright, they make the plot even more interesting! If that’s okay with YOU ofc. 4. The AU totally depends on you! I thought about something like poor producer AU, drug dealer but I’m up to anything! 5. THANKS

 A/N: I’m finally back after the hiatus! Please leave me feedback as always, I hope this came out okay? I’m not sure, but feedback is much appreciated! 


“Yoongi…”

Your arms slung loosely around his slender shoulders, your lips gently pressed to his neck as you chuckled softly with a mischievous tone, and Yoongi couldn’t help his mouth from curling up ever so slightly, a hint of a smile dancing on his lips.

“Aish, Y/N, stop making me so soft,” he complained half heartedly, swatting your hands away as he leaned forward on his desk, his fingers intertwining, clasping his palms together on the hard surface. His phone buzzed repeatedly against the desk, and he sighed, hooking his finger onto the object and flinging it closer to him.

“What, is our big bad gang leader going all soft and gooey for me, hm?” You teased him, wanting to see how long you could keep this up, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips with the knowledge that only you could make him this soft.

Yoongi wasn’t the soft type. His own gang members held a certain fearful respect for him, their heads ducking in a nervous nod under his piercing, cold gaze whenever he strode past any of them, his pistol always swinging around his finger threateningly. They had all witnessed his incredibly short temper, how he would easily flip the trigger on anyone who insisted on pushing his buttons too far. His wrath was particularly evident when a rival gang made a puny, futile attempt to threaten him, or back out on a deal, it was safe to say they’d be seeing nothing but darkness from that moment onwards, their bodies lay limp and decorated with wounds. His work was known clearly from his signature mark, three shots; a shot in the head, in the mouth, and straight in the heart, the chilling preciseness of the wounds instilling fear in anyone who saw the cold, emotionless, steel look clouding over his eyes, as he’d cock his head to the side with a small smirk, observing his work.

For someone who seemed so emotionless and sociopathic, his stone heart held a lot of love for you, no matter how much he tried to hide it in front of others. You were strong, skilled, a valuable asset to the gang as well as his beloved, the one person who could soften his stone hard heart, who could melt away the cold glint in his eyes, replacing it with a warmth barely seen by anyone. He couldn’t help but let his mouth curl up onto a smile every time he watched you walk past confidently, hair bouncing effortlessly, your eyes always sparkling with an inquisitive, curious look. You could be just as ruthless as him when needed, the sparkle in your eyes glazing over and becoming steely, much like Yoongi. There was a reason why no-one had attempted to use you as a threat towards him; not only would you have found a way to murder them where they stood, Yoongi’s full wrath would truly be enticed out of him, leaving no-one standing, their bodies hanging as an example for anyone who tried such a stunt again.

That day, you left Yoongi reclined in his office to make some phone calls, waving at Jungkook and Jimin as you walked past, two of Yoongi’s most skilled hitmen. You confidently strode through the halls, spinning your favourite dagger in your hands, and eventually slipping out through the front doors of the huge manor house, making your way towards the safe house in the back. Peering around the place, you suddenly felt a prickling feeling on the nape of your neck. Something wasn’t right. You stopped in your tracks, cocking your head to the side as you analysed your surroundings, your posture defensive, dagger gripped tightly in your hand.

“If there’s someone there, you might as well come out now, does it look like I have all fucking day to play with you? Whoever ‘you’ is?” You spoke out, tapping your foot impatiently as you continued to observe your surroundings, listening intently for any noise.

“Well, I guess you caught me out, huh?” Jackson, a member of a growing rival gang, stepped out from behind you, chuckling darkly with a raspy tone. “I always knew I could never sneak up on you, too quick for me.” He tapped his nose with a wry smile, his eyes inquisitive as he looked you up and down, tutting at the glare in your eyes. He spun guns in both hands, tilting his head at you in a deceiving puppy-like way.

“What the fuck do you want? Get it over and done with, you piece of shit,” you spat at him, clearly aggravated by this trespass onto Yoongi’s premises. “It’s either, you get out now, or this knife is going straight in your heart, you’re testing my patience right now.”

Jackson simply chuckled at your words, one eyebrow raising in a perfect arch. “Too bad, wouldn’t want to hurt Yoongi’s girl, hm?”

You were so preoccupied with glaring Jackson down, you didn’t notice Jaebum soundlessly and stealthily approaching behind you, until you felt a strong hand clamping over your mouth, his other arm wrapping around your waist in an attempt to restrain you. You felt a fire quickly burning up in your chest, and you skillfully spun the dagger in your hand, stabbing back into Jaebum’s side, causing him to double over and release his grasp on you. You threw the dagger like a dart right at Jackson, aiming for his heart without second thought, but he was quick to dart out of the way, just about, his gaze now furious as he clenched his sharp jaw.

You were about to sprint back to the manor house, if another of their members hadn’t pressed a cloth to your mouth, the dizzying scent leaving your eyes fluttering shut, your body weakening and dropping like a stone onto the hard ground, your limbs crumpling uselessly as you lay in an awkward position, passed out.

Jackson gestured towards your unconscious body, the other men quick to scoop you up, carrying you away from the scene before someone caught on what was happening.

“Little shit,” Jaebum cursed, pressing his hand to the wound, and wincing at the murky, sticky red liquid dripping from his fingers. “She knows how to use that knife, why is it always me who has to restrain them, while you just stand there having the fucking time of your life watching?” He glared at Jackson, quick to follow the other men sneaking off.

“Stop complaining, just get Youngjae to patch you up when we get back.” Jackson rolled his eyes in retaliation, strolling off in the same direction, but not before peering back at the manor house with a devilish smirk tugging at his lips. “Let’s just see how long it takes lover boy over here to realise we have his girl.”

➳ ➳

“What?!”

Yoongi’s hands shook violently, his eyes obsidian with how much they had darkened, flames seemingly flickering and licking up in his gaze, his stare piercing right into Namjoon’s soul as he stood there, shifting from side to side.

Namjoon sighed, pushing his plum coloured hair back with his slender fingers, his own gaze finally returning to rest back on Yoongi’s smouldering gaze, watching him clench and unclench his jaw in complete fury.

“Say that again… I dare you,” Yoongi threatened, his voice laced with a terrifying tone that was only ever heard in moments like this, when those he loved were threatened. When you were threatened. He swore he was going to kill those sons of -

“I said, Y/N is missing, she’s nowhere to be found, not answering any calls or texts, and we found this in front of the safe house…” Namjoon slid the small white card across the table, Yoongi slowly picking it up and spinning it in his hands, crushing it in his fist in realisation.

It was a simple white card, a single black hexagon in the centre, circling the number ‘7’. Yoongi’s fist shook harder, as he grasped the crumpled card in his hands, wishing death on all those who had just crossed him.

“Those fucking… they’re going to fucking pay, believe me,” Yoongi spoke coldly again, his gaze fixated on the desk, cogs whirring in his head as he contemplated how to get you back safely, into his arms, into the manor house where he’d make sure no-one could ever dare to hurt you again.

“Taehyung managed to track the bug he planted in her vest, he thinks he has her location… of course, it’s not going to be easy to get her back, they probably have the place highly secured, security guards watching any possible entrance to the place…” Namjoon assessed all the possible layouts of your whereabouts, only to be interrupted out of his thoughts by the sound of a fist slamming into the table.

“Whatever it takes,” Yoongi breathed heavily in anger, furrowing his eyebrows in frustration, slowly rising from his seat. “We save her, and teach those motherfuckers a lesson, got it?”

Namjoon simply nodded, pulling out his phone. “I’ll inform the others, gather a team, we won’t let them get away with it.” He smiled warmly in reassurance, dimples indented into his face as he left the room, leaving Yoongi tossing a book at the wall with a frustrated sigh.

➳ ➳

“You fucking shitheads.”

You breathed heavily, your chest quickly rising and falling as you sat restrained in a rusty chair, the room dark apart from a dim light in the centre, shadows seemingly crawling across the walls as several pairs of eyes fixated on you. You hadn’t stopped cursing them out since they - with great difficulty - tied you to that chair, your eyes shooting daggers at them since then.

“Hyung, she’s so annoying, can we just let her go?” Bambam complained, earning a hit on the back of the head from Jaebum, much to his protests.

“Are you stupid? She’s our key to finally overtaking Yoongi’s gang, and taking all their shit,” Jackson leaned forward, a rather cheerful smile on his face considering the fact he was holding you hostage.

“You really think that’s going to happen?” You leaned forward in your seat, scoffing at the thought. Your mind had been racing with plans to get out of there, weighing your chances of escaping, and analysing the situation as you had been trained to do. While you kept them distracted with small talk, your hand was reaching as best as it could to pull out the spare dagger you always carried in your back pocket, smirking at their carelessness. Your hands were tied behind your back, allowing your body to shield what you were attempting to do, your hand finally clasping onto the cold blade. You began to hack at the duct tape keeping your hands together, the rest of your body remaining convincingly still, as you continued to talk at them.

“You think you can take over Yoongi’s gang that easily? You lot really are clueless as hell, huh?” You shook your head at them, your hands now free and working at the rope tied around you. You would’ve managed to free yourself, had the door not burst open, Yoongi standing there, leaning on the frame, one eyebrow cocked in curiosity. He was accompanied by his main men, along with some others, and you peered behind him at the carnage of bodies scattered in the hallway.

“So,” Yoongi nonchalantly swung his gun around his finger, his eyebrow still raised at their surprised faces. “You thought you could just kidnap my girlfriend and think I wouldn’t find her? Fucking idiots.” He yawned casually, stretching his arms out and pointing his gun right at Jackson. “Okay, I’m bored with you all.”

The first shot rang through the air, grazing Jackson’s arm as he dodged out of the way, and chaos soon ensued as Yoongi’s men and Jackson’s men began to shoot violently at each other, knives flying through the air, and bullets speeding. You managed to free yourself in all the mess, jumping up and kicking Jackson right in the crotch with your boots, causing him to collapse in pain.

Shots continued to fire through the air, Jaebum pressing his hand to a wound for the second time that day, except this time it was located right above his heart, his eyes rolling back into his head as his body collapsed, lying limp on the floor. Jackson cursed at the sight, clutching his own wounded arm as he tried to fire everyone down, and yet he stood almost alone, all his members either dead or too injured to fight.

“Give it up,” Yoongi pointed the gun at his head once again, tilting his head and cocking his eyebrow at him. “You won’t last a fucking day without the rest of your gang.” You helped up some of your own injured members during the exchange, helping to usher them out and glancing back at Yoongi.

Jackson glared at him, coughing up blood and groaning in pain as he clutched his arm, stumbling from the pain. He glanced around at the carnage around him, sighing as he realised he’d have to admit defeat.

“Let this be a warning to you, you fucking touch any of my gang again, and I’ll make sure you’re not standing either.” And with that, Yoongi walked out with you in tow, ducking expectantly as Jackson attempted to fire at his head, Yoongi spinning around and shooting his other arm too.

“You never learn, huh?”

two rotten apples [m] | pt. 3

credit: x.

❛❛we’re next-door neighbors and have hated each other since middle school but now we’re going to the same university how can we avoid the other person like the plague so there isn’t a crime scene— what do you mean you promised my mom you would keep an eye on me???? you fucking planned this❜❜ AU

COUNT → 21.489

GENRE → smut | angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | threesome | oral sex | explicit language | penetration | public sex | grinding | graphic dirty talk | slight female masturbation | overstimulation

LINKS → 1 | 2 | 3COMING SOON


As the back of Jungkook’s head rested against the driver seat’s headrest, catching his breath, your glare hardened.

Once again, he’d fucked you and not cared whether you came or not. In fact, for the duration of his penis being in your vagina, he’d barely even touched you. And sadly, it hadn’t even occurred to you he’d used you once again until it was too late. Your clit didn’t matter to him apparently; your pleasure didn’t matter to him either. All that mattered was his dick. That’s all that ever fucking mattered.

After that weekend at the camping grounds where you actually came for once, you were expecting something better than whatever the fuck he called this performance. Your horny brain had quickly forgotten that it’d been your own fingers that got yourself off—not him—and those nights you spent in his tent were no exception. Why were you so surprised? This was Jungkook you were talking about—he would never fucking care about you or any part of you.

And that’s why this was the final fucking straw.

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You’re Perfect to Me

Jax Teller x Plus-size!Reader

Word Count: 1,096

Warnings: Croweaters being bitches, self-consciousness, body shame, self-loathing

Requested by @mamapeterson:  Hi babe! Could I possibly request a plus!size reader X Jax one shot. Reader is self conscious, but she usually puts on a good front. And then one day, she overhears a group of women talking about her. She’s upset, of course, but to Jax, she’s perfect. I LOVE YOU!

A/N: I did my best on this my love!! I hope you love it!!! Feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope the rest of you enjoy this as well! :D 

A/N#2: Also tagging my other Jax babes… @impalaimagining@thevioletthourr@abaddonwithyall, and @demondean-for-kingofhell

Originally posted by allieclareadams

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Half Asgardian

A/N I haven’t posted anything in awhile and I had this as an idea. I hope you lovelies enjoy.

Warnings: Fluff, cursing probably 

I pulled my suitcase across the wet pavement with one hand and kept a hold of the letter inside my jacket with the other. Holding onto it instead of putting it inside my suitcase made me feel safer. I stood in front of the large house. How have I not been attacked by their security yet? I knocked on the door and there was no answer. Instead it swung open and I stepped inside.

“Hello can I help you?”

“Mr.Fury…. oh my gosh its such an honor to meet you. Oh sorry I’m here to see Mr.Stark.” 

“How did you get in? The door was locked. Why do you need to see Mr.Stark?”

“The…. it opened by itself. I have a letter for him from my mom. She sent me here and told me to give it directly to him.”

“And who are you?”

“Y/n, y/n l/n”

“Can I see the letter?” He asked reaching for it.

“My mom said to hand it directly to Mr.Stark.”

“Is it something dangerous?”

“I don’t think so? I hope not….. She just told me it was a letter. Her last instructions to me was to give this directly to Mr.Stark.”

“Is she still alive?”

“I don’t know. She left a note on the fridge and told me she left this note for him and to take my stuff here and if I couldn’t stay here to go find one of my friends.She wasn’t in the house anymore and I haven’t been able to get into contact with her.”

“Do you know what the letter says?”

“No……”

“Why don’t we open the letter together so we know that there isn’t anything dangerous in it first. Not that I don’t trust you, but I don’t, and you also don’t know what is in the letter. We both can read it and then you can give it to Mr.Stark.”

I opened the letter and Fury stood over my shoulder.

Dear Tony Stark,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. If you are receiving this it means that I have left and probably will not come back, whether it is because I’m dead or can not come back. After one of your parties we shared together, the night I left was because I discovered I was pregnant. My daughter, our daughter Y/n will be the one giving this letter to you. I would prefer you don’t tell her who you are to her, but I won’t be there to stop you. Please take care of her. She is a good kid and smart like her father. 

Warmest Regards,

Y/m/n y/l/n

“Oh my God….” I said under my breath.

“Well I’ll get him down here.” Fury said and I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Tony Stark was my father. There was a picture with the letter of him and my mom. They both looked young and happy.

“Y/n this is Tony Stark.” I handed him the letter and I slowly got feeling back into my body.

Tony sat down holding the letter carefully in his hands. Silence filled the room.

“I erm…. she never told me. I’m sorry for springing this up on you . I didn’t know til a few minutes ago.” I told him.

“Do you know which friend would be able to take you in?”  Fury asked me.

“ I have a few that I can call.” I told him pulling out my phone.

“What no. She’s my child I’ll take her in.” Tony said jumping up and grabbing my phone from me.

“You don’t even know if this woman was actually telling the truth. Even if she was  you really want to take a child into your kind of life?” Fury asked.

“You’re saying you don’t see the resemblance of me in her? And no I’m not making her an Avenger and she needs a home anyway.”

“She’s going to get hurt sooner or later.” 

“Kid do you wanna stay here? I promise no one is going to hurt or bother you while I’m here.” Tony said looking at me.

Pepper walked into the room. “Who is that?” 

“Someone whose mother claims to be Stark’s daughter.” Fury answered crossing his arms obviously wanting to get rid of me fast.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y” Stark said and all of a sudden a cotton swab went into my mouth and Mr.Stark’s.

“Paternal test complete. Mr.Stark you are the father.” F.R.I.D.A.Y.  said.

“Ok so you are her father. Doesn’t mean you should keep her. We can send her to a safe location where she can continue school.” Fury said leading me away and to the door.

“I already finished high school.” I told him.

“ Aren’t you like 14 kid?” 

“16.” 

“And are you in college?” Fury raised an eyebrow to me.

“Online yea. I was planning on working for S.H.I.E.L.D. one day.” I told him.

“See she should stay here and learn all she can. She’s my daughter Fury. I never knew about her. Let me take her in now.”

Fury sighed. “And who is gonna take care of her when you go on a mission?”

“ I will.” Pepper said. 

“You’ll take care of her?” Fury asked skeptically.

“Yea, she’s 16. Smart, was the top of her class, no criminal record, i doubt she’ll be any trouble.”  I felt my heart swell. They wanted me. They could toss me to my friends and get on with their lives, but they wanted to keep me. I hugged Pepper without thinking. She hugged me back. 

“Here lemme get your stuff kiddo.” Mr.Stark said and dragged my stuff.


I stared at the ceiling in the room they had given me. This bed was the softest bed I have ever laid on, but I still couldn’t sleep so I got up and walked to the main room. 

“Hello.” I jumped into a defensive position at the voice.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Bruce.” 

“Y/n. What are you doing up at this hour? Its like 3 in the morning.”

“Working on a project with your dad.What are you doing? Don’t you have school tomorrow?”

“Nope. I graduated already. Where are you guys working at?” 

“Downstairs, but I don’t think it would be wise for you to….. ok.” He said as I walked down the stair case with him following. I opened the door and saw Tony working on his suit.

“Y/n why are you up? You’re a teenage you’re suppose to be in bed.”

“I couldn’t sleep. What are you working on?”

“ My suit. I’m putting in some upgrades.”

“Need help with anything?”

“Nope I got Bruce.”

“Really because it looks like your hand is stuck between the gears.” I told him looking at the leg of the ironman suit.

“I’m not stuck….” 

Bruce held back a smile.

“Oh yea proof it.” I said crossing my arms and waited for him to pull out his hand.

“I don’t need to proof anything I’m working I have to keep my hand in here because I’m working.”

“Then amuse me by removing your hand from it.”

He tried to pull his hand from the gears. He stood up and put his foot against the leg and pulled ending up with him crashing into a million things “Well shit.”

“ You were saying?” I asked and helped him pull his hand from out of the gears and picked up some of the mess.

“ Thank you. Now I think you should go to bed.”

“Wait her hands are small enough and she’s more competent then some of your  tools. You should let her help.”

“YEa…”

“ Ok ok you can help with this one thing then back off to bed.” Tony told me.

“Mkay what do you need me to do?”

“Put your hand in here and turn the knob all the way at that back.” He said handing me the leg.

I reached within the leg and felt the knob. I screamed a little bit to scare him and ended up laughing. “ I’m sorry. You were just acting so tense. There I did it.” I said laughing.

“NOt funny y/n.”

“It was a little bit.” I told him. “If I did get hurt trust me it would be louder than that and there would be curse words stringing from my mouth.”

“Haha now go to bed kiddo. You need your sleep.”

 “Alright. Good night.” I said walking back upstairs. I still didn’t feel to tired so I decided to make some tea for both me and them. 

“What are you doing still up?” Pepper asked coming into the kitchen.

“I couldn’t sleep so I went to see what Tony and Bruce were doing, helped a little bit, then came back up. Now I’m making tea. Do you want some? I was making them some as well.”

“Yes. Sugar and honey please.” she said yawning and leaning against the counter.

I handed her a cup and then took two mugs downstairs. I set them away from the equipment and Bruce saw giving a quiet thank you before drinking his. I headed back upstairs.

“This is good.” Pepper said sipping her tea.

“Thank you.” I said drinking my own. “So why are you up?”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. told me you were up and I wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“Thank you.”

“Y/n why did you hug me when I said you could stay? Did you expect us to kick you out?” Pepper asked and I sat on the counter opposite of her.

“I don’t know what I expected. I definitely not that no. I figured Tony had enough on his plate. And honestly you could’ve easily told me to go live with my friends.” 

“That would’ve been what Fury wanted to do, but Tony and I are a little more open minded.”

“Why did you have F.R.I.D.A.Y. tell you when I got out of bed?”

“I didn’t know how you would take to living here.”

“Yea no this place is great. There is lots of room and is nice.”

“It is. I think you’ll really like living here.”

“I think so too. “

Pepper and I talked till the sunrise and Tony and Bruce came upstairs. 

“I’m getting hungry. Do you want some pancakes?” I asked Pepper.

“No its ok y/n you don’t have to cook.”

“Honestly I’m ok with cooking. I promise I’m not a bad cook.” I told her as Tony and Bruce slumped on the other chairs.

“Did you guys finish whatever it was you were working on?” Pepper asked as I got started on the pancakes.

“Yea and the Avengers are probably going to be up in about half an hour so I need coffee.” Tony said getting up tiredly.

“Pepper do you want anything in your pancakes? Chocolate chips, bananas, blueberries, anything? And you’re not allergic to vanilla or cinnamon right?”

“No and chocolate chips are fine.” She said.

“Do you guys want pancakes?” I asked Tony and Bruce.

“That sounds better than a granola bar. Yes please. Blueberries please.” Bruce said rubbing his eyes of sleep.

“Tony?” I asked flipping Pepper’s pancakes and mixing Bruce’s batter.

Tony looked at the batter as if he was deciding.

“Yea. And thank you for the tea you made this morning.” He said then sat at the island with the other two. I put Pepper’s pancakes on a plate and put Bruce’s pancakes in the pan before giving them to her.

“I don’t know what kind of syrup you like or what toppings you want soooo.” I proceeded to put all the toppings and syrups I found on the island. She put syrup on her pancakes and proceeded to bite into them as Tony and Bruce drank their coffee slowly. I turned and flipped Bruce’s pancakes and started on Tony’s batter. A few minutes later Bruce’s pancakes were done. 
“Y/n I don’t know what you did, but these are the best pancakes I’ve had.” Pepper said. I smiled and flipped Tony’s pancakes.

“Hey kid. How’d you like to go to meet the Avengers?” He asked as I slid the pancakes in front of him. He put strawberries and chocolate chips on his.

“I would love it. “ I said making my own pancakes.

“Well the first one will probably be up in 5 minutes.”

“Should I make them breakfast too?” I asked.

“They have to ask nicely.” Tony said digging into his pancakes.

“Who is the first to wake up?”

“Steve should be in here in about 5…4…3…2…”

“Morning guys. Who is that?” Steve asked walking over to the island.

“My daughter.” Tony said.

Steve looked at me and back at him.

“Since when?” 

“Since 16 years ago.”

“ Andddd she just now shows up?”

“I just came yesterday. Pancakes?” I asked him

“No thank you. I just need to get some coffee.” He said going to the coffee pot. 

I dug into my pancakes. About an hour later the next few Avengers woke up. 

“That’s Rhodey, he’s like a brother to me,there is Wanda, that’s Natasha and Clint and that’s Sam and the one yielding the big hammer is Thor.”

“Why does it smell sweet in here?” Natasha asked.

“I made pancakes earlier. If you guys want I can make you guys some. I didn’t know if you would want any and if you did I didn’t know what you would want?” 

“Who are you?”

“Avengers this is my daughter and she makes amazing pancakes.” Tony said wrapping his arm around me.

They all kind of just stood there.

“Sup lil Stark. I’ll take you up on your offer of pancakes. Hopefully you cook better than your father does.” Rhodey said smiling and sitting at the island.

“One time Rhodey. One time I set the oven on fire.”

Everyone else agreed to have pancakes and Natasha watched me as I made them. After breakfast they all scattered so they could train. I got ready for the day and about two hours of doing my online college I got bored and decided to wander around and watch them train.

I stumbled across Wanda and Clint training first. I sat off on the side lines and watched in amazement. It was very cool to watch. 

The door swung open after an hour and a half and a frantic teenage boy ran in.

“Sorry I’m late for training. There was a mugger and a crazy cat lady….”

“Think fast Parker.” Clint shot an arrow at him 

“Whoa.” He caught it.

“Take a break Wanda. I’ll take on Parker.” Clint said and Wanda came and sat next to me.

“Who is that?” I asked

“That’s Peter. He’s Spiderman.”

“Really???”

“Yea. He’s around your age.”

“That’s amazing he can do all of that.” I said motioning to his flips and swinging.

“You think he’s cute.”

“SHHHHH Wanda jeez.” I said playfully smacking her. “And he’s not bad looking…” I said quieter making her laugh.

“You should talk to him after.”

“I’m sorry who me?”

“Yes you.”

“What do I even talk about?”

“ I don’t know ask him what school he goes to or if he wants to see a movie.”

“Wanda your turn.” Clint said coming to switch spots with Wanda.

“Hey Clint.”

“He like’s Star Wars. In case you were wondering” Clint said taking a drink from his water bottle.

“Why do you think I was wondering?”

“Because I have a daughter and I know the look.”

“You have a family?”

“I do. But its on the down low so shhhh.”

“ I think that’s nice you have a family. You have something to go home to. “

“Yea. But anyways just talk about anything geeky with him. Star Wars, atomic particles anything really.”

“Lucky I grew up with and love Star Wars.” I smiled 

“PARKER WE HAVE A STAR WARS NERD YOU CAN TALK TO!” Clint yelled.

“Clint!” I whispered yelled.

“Wha?!” Wanda knocked him off his web and he hit the floor with a thud.

“Clint look what you did.” I told him.

“I didn’t do it Wanda did it. He should be able to multitask.” I went to help him up.

“Who are you?” He asked getting back to his feet.

“The Star Wars geek Clint yelled about.” I told him blushing.

“I-I’m Peter.”

“Y/n.”


Having tea with Pepper in the mornings had become a routine as the month progressed

“So do you have a thing for Peter?” Pepper asked with a small smile on her face.

“What? Why would you say that?” I asked smiling.

“Because you cling around him more than anyone else.”

“He is the only one around my age. And hey I hang out with you and Wanda alot.”

“Mmmmmmmhmmmmm. You can tell me if you do you know. I’m not going to tell him.” She said not believing my story.

“I meannnnnnnnnnnnn……. Maybe a little.”

She started laughing “I knew it. So are you going to do anything about it?”

“I mean what can I do about it? He’s busy being a superhero.”

“You could always enroll at his school.”

“ Back to highschool? I barely survived the first time. And I would be behind in work since its almost 2nd semester.”

“Why don’t you go with Happy and go check out the school. Happy is picking up Peter today anyway.”

“I guess checking it out couldn’t hurt.”

“Good now go Happy is waiting for you.”


Happy drove up to the school and wandered around the school with me. 

“Excuse me can I help you?” One of the teachers stopped to ask.

“Huh, oh I was just looking around to see if I wanted to come to this highschool.”

“Oh would you like a small tour?”

“I… sure…” I told her. She took us outside so we could go to a different part of the building. There was a big group of students huddling around in a circle and screaming.

“What the…” The teacher asked. Happy put a hand on my shoulder to keep me from going into the circle. The teacher tried to barge her way through the circle, but was pushed out. “COME ON GET UP PENIS PARKER!”

I quickly slid out of Happy’s grip and into the crowd. I elbowed people and slid through the nooks and crannies. I finally got to the front and saw Peter on the ground. 

“Look Flash I’m not in the mood. I have places to be.” Peter said starting to pick his stuff up.

“Where do you have to be? Back to your “Stark internship”? Have you even met Mr.Stark?” Flash kicked Peter.

“HEY!” I yelled walking to the middle of the circle.

“Who are you?” Flash asked.

“The question is more like who the fuck do you think you are?” I said getting in his face.

“Awww look Penis Parker has a dorky little friend.” I socked him in the jaw sending him to the ground.

“How about the next time you use what little brain power you have before you pick on someone.” I told Flash and helped Peter up. He held his side and I picked up a few of his books

“Bitch.” Flash said from the ground spitting out blood.

“Next time I won’t be so nice.” I told him and pushed our way out of the crowd and back to Happy. 

“Are you ok?” I asked Peter as we got into the car.

“Yea i’m ok.”

“Why didn’t you fight back?”

“I don’t want to blow my cover.” Peter told me.

“Well you don’t have to completely kick his ass. Just get a good hit in.” I told him.

“Yea thanks for that by the way. You got him good.”

We talked and kept trying to get Happy to laugh the entire ride back to the tower.

“Yea no I’m going to highschool.” I told Pepper when I got home.

“That good huh?”

“That bad.” I showed her my now bruised knuckles.

“What happened?” She said walking over to me.

“It was awesome she hit Flash and he went down like a rock.” Peter said.

“Who is Flash?”

“No one important. I’m okay Pepper. Really. Honestly I’ve had worse.” I told her.

“What? When???” She asked

“When I was not living here.” I told her.

“Well here is some ice. I don’t want to see something like this happen again young lady.” I grinned.

“Maybeeeee..” I told her and she hugged me kissing my forehead.


Today was a day off from school and Pepper was at a meeting and Tony was downstairs working and I was by myself in the main room.

I sat at the piano and waited for Pepper to come back from her meeting. I pressed a few keys and made sure no one was watching before I started playing it.

“You can play piano? Who taught you?” Tony asked standing behind me and I jumped a little because I didn’t realize he had walked into the room.

“I taught myself.”

“Was there anything you didn’t teach yourself?”

“My abc’s, how to read, how to tie my shoes and all that good stuff.” His face dropped.

“I’m sorry. You must’ve thought I was a shit dad for not being there. I didn’t know. She never contacted me. I would’ve….” 

“Don’t beat yourself over it. She didn’t take care of me much either. Don’t get me wrong I do love her, she has always been the partying type and knowledge has been my survival skill. And if its any consolation you and Pepper are already above her on my list. You actually show an interest.” He pulled me into an unexpected hug.

“I don’t do this very often, but Pepper told me you were a hugger.” I hugged him back.

“You don’t have to hug me if you don’t want to you know.” I told him.

“I want to hug my daughter.” He said.

“Y/n I’m back…. oh.. Hey Tony did you finish up on the project down stairs?” 

“I did. Why don’t we go out to eat tonight?”

“Y/n was going to make cookies for desert.”


“Uncle Rhodey!” 

“Sup lil Stark.”

“I made cookies you want some?” 

“Always.”

“How are the legs feeling?”

“They feel like they did before the crash.”

“That’s good. I’m glad to hear you’re not in pain.”

“These are …….so good.” he said shoving more into his mouth.

“ I smell cookies where are they at? Did y/n make them???” Sam said walking into the kitchen. Rhodey took the plate and started to walk away with it.

“None for you bird brain.”

“Im going to have to make another batch for tonight huh?” I asked Sam and he nodded.


After dinner that night I got a felt a wave of something hit me. I missed my mom. I stole the picture that was in the envelope with the letter and headed to one of the training rooms. I sat and just stared at it trying to focus on all the details.

“Lady y/n is everything ok?”  Thor asked sitting next to me. I hid the picture

“I…. it’s nothing.”

“Is it about your mother?”

“Yea…… I jjust want to know if she is alive or if she isn’t and what happened.”

“Y/n….. I knew your mother.”

“How….?”

“I don’t know if she ever told you, but she is or was Asgardian like me.”

I sat there silent for a few moments. Asgardian. That would mean that I’m half Asgardian. 

“Does Tony know?”

“I don’t think he does.”

“Do you think he’ll still want me if he finds out?”

“Why would you think that Lady Y/n? Your father loves you very dearly.”

“I don’t know. Sometimes I get scared that they might wanna give me up.”

He hugged me. “They would be crazy to do so.”

“So does this mean I can lift Mjolnir.”

“If you are worthy yes.”

“I don’t want the answer to that question just yet. Do all Asgardians have super abilities?”

“Everyone of us has something special. In theory you should have abilities since you are half Asgardian. Have you shown any abilities that you excel in or been in any danger? Dangerous situations usually trigger dormant powers in those who are half Asgardian.”

“No. Soooo if I’m in a dangerous situation they might show?”

“Yes.”

“Like a lightening strike?”

“Lady y/n….”

“Pleaseeee Thor? Just like a small one?”

Thor stood up and so did I. There was a bright light and I collapsed to the floor. My limbs felt heavy.

“WHAT WAS THAT THOR I SAID NO LIGHTENING IN THE HOUSE!!!” I heard the door open.

“Um….” 

“Hey….” I said looking at Tony trying to prop myself up against the wall.

“Thor…. you better have a good ass explanation to why my daughter is on the floor and there are scorch marks on her.”

“She is half Asgardian and….”

“I DON’T CARE IF SHE IS HALF ASGARDIAN  YOU DON’T SEND LIGHTENING THOUGH MY DAUGHTER!” Tony yelled.

 I felt my body being lifted and put on the couch, but I couldn’t really tell who it was because my vision was going blurry. What looked like Pepper’s face came into view.

“How are you feeling y/n?”

“Heavy…. Make sure dad doesn’t kill Thor.”

“What?” 

Tony’s face came into view.

“Dad don’t kill Thor. I asked him to.”

“Why?” he sighed. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“I’m ok I just want to sleep.”



lol sorry not sorry for making it this long. There were also a lot of time skips.

Anyways let me know if you liked it. I enjoy hearing what you guys have to say. Have a good day my lovelies.

The Fitting (Part 13)

(Secrets are getting harder to keep and Jungkook’s jealousy and insecurity are taking a toll on him.) 

Warnings:  9500+ words.  Oral. Intercourse.  A little more realism than I think some people will be expecting.  


You didn’t want him.  At least not tonight.

 That thought rattled through Jungkook’s mind as he sat in the back of the taxi on his way home.  You had refused him because you wanted to be alone.  Because you weren’t in the mood.  Jungkook closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the seat while he tried to process what had just happened.  You had refused him before, when you were worried about being caught by others at work, but you always made arrangements to sleep with him later.  Tonight was different.  Tonight you refused him, not because you were afraid of being seen, but because you simply didn’t want him.

 It wasn’t supposed to be this way.  Jungkook had planned this first date so carefully, making sure to take you to an out of the way neighborhood so you could relax and not worry about being seen.  He picked the most expensive restaurant in that neighborhood for dinner because he wanted to show you he could appreciate the finer things, that he had money to spend on you, that he wanted to treat you like you were special.  He read dozens of movie reviews before picking that stupid, boring foreign film where everyone was rambling on with lengthy speeches about god-knows-what and all the money was spent on costumes and none on special effects.  

He hated those kinds of movies, but he knew you loved them and the most important thing was that you have a good time.  And you really did seem to be having a good time.  

 Meeting your cousin had been an unexpected hiccup at the beginning of the night – but Jungkook was actually grateful for it.  Although the interaction was uncomfortably awkward, meeting her meant that the relationship was one step closer to being public.  One person close to you now knew your secret.  Jungkook anxiously awaited the day when everyone close to the both of you knew that you were a couple.

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Of course "queer" is a slur. That's why we reclaimed it in the first place.

We started to use “queer” to describe ourselves because to the people who hated us, any word that meant us meant “bad.” Didn’t matter if they said “queer” or “faggot” or “homosexual,” or “like THAT, you know,”– it was a bad thing to be. There was no room in the language for us to be us and proud of it.

So we said, “the hell with that,” and we took ground that did not belong to us, and we made it our own. They can’t insult you by calling you something if you call yourself that first. We said “queer” out loud and proud, and we stood up and marched under banners with “queer” written on them, and there were too many of us to stop when we came out in the daylight and shouted our names.

And there are still people who hate us, and whatever we call ourselves, they still think that word means “bad.” “Gay” can be an insult– “that shirt’s so gay.” And all you have to do is hear a conservative politician sneer the word “transgender” in talking about bathrooms to know that even our own words can turn to venom in the mouth of someone who hates what we mean by them.

But we worked our asses off to say that what we mean by them isn’t bad, and we could call ourselves those things, and be proud. And it worked. We took “queer.” We took it so well that it’s a technical term in academic institutions which sixty years ago would have fired someone just for the suspicion that they were one of us. We fought, and we won.

And when you tell me, “queer is a slur, don’t use it,” you’re telling me that that victory means nothing. That we did nothing to change what the word means. That we have to give back the ground we took, that our fight isn’t worth remembering.

I won’t call someone “queer” if they don’t like it, if they don’t claim the name for themself, if it makes them uncomfortable or brings back bad memories– that’s just rude. But I resent and bristle at someone telling me I can’t use the word for myself. It means what I mean, as “gay” or “lesbian” or “LGBT” doesn’t. And more than that– it means, we won this word. We fought, and a lot of us died, and we are still fighting, and some of us are still dying, though not nearly as many. We’re fighting for the meaning– that we can live the way that suits us, and love the people we love– much more than the word. But the word is a symbol, and I’m not willing to give it up.

musicalluna  asked:

in the early days, steve doesn't realize the avengers care about him a lot because they are vastly different people with vastly different socialization than the commandos, but then something happens to him in a fight and the avengers collectively flip their lids and that is how he learns he is Very Important to them

Steve had never been a stranger to friendly teasing. Bucky was a little shit, of course, but so were the Commandos. He’d been called every moniker that popped into his friends’ brains: “Captain Tightpants” (long before it was a cultural reference, thank you very much), “Captain Mom,” “Twinkle Toes,” “All-American Showgirl,” “Blushing Betty,” and names far more filthy. But he’d understood why. He was the commanding officer and he was, when it came down to it, a greenie who got damn lucky 95% of the time. Dugan, Dernier, Falsworth, even Bucky, they all would have been infinitely more qualified to be CO, and so he knew where the teasing was coming from. He knew it was his men’s way of telling him they cared for him while keeping his ego in check. (Bucky could’ve told them Steve was a good enough self-critic as it was and they all could just damn well stick to the dancing references.)

The Avengers, though. Steve had no idea what to think of the way they spoke to him.

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anonymous asked:

MC jokingly puts a gift wrapping bow on her head and tells the RFA that she's their present when they ask her if she got them a present for their birthday how would they react of they weren't dating mc but had a huge crush on her?

Gah. I’m sososo sorry for not writing recently D:

b u t hope you enjoy ^~^

–R.I.


MC as a Birthday Present ♡

Yoosung 

  • (March 12th)
  • Everyone had been busy on his birthday…except you
  • (He was quite bittersweet about it. He was happy to spend time with you but… but… why didn’t anyone make time for him on his birthday?!?!)
  • So you decided to take him out to a LOLOL con, surprising him with tickets– WHICH WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SOLD OUT, SO HE WAS REALLY SHOCKED
  • He almost cried tears of joy when you showed him the tickets upon meeting up, and jumped to hug you reaaaaally tightly
  • …only to realize what he was doing
  • “Wahhh!!! I’m so sorry, MC, I got a bit too excited…” he apologized, his cheeks so red that it rivaled Seven’s hair. He inched away from you, feeling ashamed of himself
  • After all, he was a strong believer in only acting intimately with your significant other!! More importantly… he really, really liked you… It was kinda embarrassing to act so bold…
  • But you laughed it off, and dragged him by the hand to lead him into the convention center
  • There was SO MUCH MERCH
  • all of which he couldn’t buy
  • He hadn’t been prepared for this, after all…
  • You noticed his teary eyes as he stared hopelessly at everything… and ended up buying him a few charms
  • He also spent about half an hour following cosplayers of his favourite character, and you had to push him towards them
  • Needless to say, it wasted a lot of time but hey, whatever, it’s his birthday
  • When it was time to go home, he honestly didn’t wanna go back… He wanted to spend more time with you. Nervously, he asked, “H-hey, MC… wanna come over to my place? B-BUT NOT FOR ANYTHING BAD, it’s just getting late and you shouldn’t go home alone… a-and I want to spend more time with you…”
  • The last of his words came out as a whisper, his hands covering his cheeks in embarrassment
  • He asked so cutely though. Of course you followed him home :D
  • When you reached the apartment, though, he couldn’t unlock the door for some reason, so he ended up asking you to try. As you did, he began to say, “Uhm, thank you for today. It’s really the best gift I’ve ever received…”
  • You paused in your movement, a small laugh escaping your lips. “But that’s not even my gift! Jumin got the tickets… Hmm, I do feel bad I couldn’t properly prepare a present, but…”
  • You took out a gift-wrapping bow and placed it on your head. “But you could have me instead~?” you joked
  • His heart was going W I L D, gosh what are you doing to this poor boy!?!
  • His eyes narrowed with determination as he grasped at your shoulder. “I’d want you,” he said quietly. “That would be the best gift in the worl–”
  • “HEY, HANDS OFF!” The door flung open, revealing a mad, glaring Zen. “I know it’s your birthday, but there’s a limit to how selfish you can be!”
  • Yoosung gaped at the interior of his apartment, decorated with streamers and banners and presents. Jaehee offered a sheepish smile, “Surprise? Well… Zen kind of ruined it…”
  • Yoosung quickly removed his hand from your shoulder, already regretting his bold actions from before. “I-I WASN’T DOING ANYTHING TO MC!!”
  • With an irritated look, Zen crossed his arms intimidatingly, his muscles bulging, a sadistic smile upon his face. “I think it’s time for some birthday punches, don’t you?”

Zen

  • (April 1st)
  • “Do they seriously think we don’t notice them?” Zen sighed, pressing his face into his hands. “Grrr, I thought I’d finally be able to have some alone time with you…”
  • You tilted your head, “Alone time…?”
  • His cheeks flushed red as he tried to cover up his mistake, “N-no! But I mean, it’s just, I’ve hung out with everyone else separately before and uhm, I was just excited to hang out with the new member too?” Despite his acting skills, he found it difficult to act and well, essentially lie, to you…
  • “It’s okay, we can still do whatever you had planned… I’m sure they’ll tire of us soon,” you offered a gentle smile, easing him of his worries. He nodded in consideration of that, and returned the smile.
  • Unfortunately for the both of you, they didn’t get tired of you. In fact, they had somehow managed to prank Zen at every street you guys crossed…
  • There was an entire street that suddenly advertised cats and had cat fur outfits on display, making Zen sneeze the entire time… then there were bouquets of flowers thrown at Zen which wasn’t bad, except that they were wrapped with catnip which attracted seemingly HUNDREDS of cats??! …not to mention random flour flying through the air, landing near the two of you…
  • “They’re such children!” Zen fumed, narrowing his eyes. Despite the glare, he still looked handsome, captivating all the women (and even men) around him. Whispers spread amongst the crowd, and there was suddenly a mob sent after them after someone screamed “It’s Zen the actor!!”
  • (run omg)
  • You spent the entire day running from pranks and fans, finally taking a break in a dark alleyway… wait, dark? The two of you stared up at the stars overhead. Well, that was a birthday wasted.
  • Zen plopped on a trashcan, sighing heavily. “I’m sorry you had to go through that because of me… It must’ve been really annoying for you… ugh, and this had to happen even after you so graciously offered me your entire day to spend with me. I’m so sorry…”
  • He looked so guilty even though it wasn’t his fault, you felt your heart aching for him. Pranks like this happened year after year, the pranks of April Fool’s Day preceding birthday wishes.
  • “Cheer up, Zen! I don’t really have anything to give you right now, but… you can do anything you want with me!” you beamed.
  • He stammered, “W-wait, anything I want…?”
  • Control the beast. Control the beast. COntrolcontrolcontrolcontr-
  • “Yep! If you want someone to clean up your house- since you live alone, or tend to your every need for a day, I’m here!” you said with determination, pointing to yourself.
  • Zen let out a deep breath. Haha, riiight…
  • He buried his face into his hands. Goddammit, you were just too cute.

Jaehee

  • (December 28th)
  • She hadn’t expected anyone to do anything for her birthday O_O
  • “MC, th-thank you for doing this,” she murmured softly, cheeks flushing a light pink as she gazed at you with nothing but gratefulness in her eyes (much to your disappointment, that is)
  • “You don’t have to thank me~” you grinned, swinging an arm around her cheekily. “I love you after  all~”
  • She brought a hand to her lips as she let out a soft chuckle, murmuring to herself quietly, “So this is what it’s like having a best friend… It’s nice to be cared for.”
  • Choosing not to comment on that, you laced your fingers through hers, gently tugging at her hand to drag her towards the train station. “Come on!” you exclaimed with excitement
  • The two of you sat next to each other on the train, your head resting on her shoulder as you shared your music with her, the pair of earbuds connecting the both of you. The train moved quickly towards the mountains, every bump on the tracks causing the two of you to press closer to each other. Although you didn’t mind, a light blush coloured Jaehee’s cheeks
  • She shyly stared at your reflection in the window, watching as you gradually nodded off. She gently stroked your hair, soothing you to sleep…
  • You woke up just in time for your stop, pouting at Jaehee for not waking you up earlier. The two of you arrived near the peak of a mountain just as the sun began to set. 
  • “Waaaahhh, I lost so many hours of being able to talk to you by falling asleep!! Why didn’t you wake me?! I wanted to spend all of your birthday with youuuu…” you groaned. Your cute antics made her laugh, and you found yourself smiling with her, noticing how delighted she looked.
  • Her soft, gentle gaze made you blush a bit, and you quietly walked beside her on the mountain trail. It was a silent walk, albeit not uncomfortable. Soon, you neared the warm red-orange hues of the sun, finding an opening behind the trees.
  • From where the two of you stood, you could see all the way below the mountain… the surrounding forest of colourful leaves, the stream flowing into the glacial lake… all under a pinkish-purple sky with rays of light raining upon the view.
  • It was mesmerizing, and you reached for her hand, grasping it tightly as you admired the natural scenery together…
  • While it only lasted a few minutes, it had been a beautiful experience for both of you.
  • “Thank you, MC… It’s really nice to see something like this, especially since I’m cooped up in the office most of my days. Although, it does make me appreciate today even more… I’m glad I got to experience it with you. Oh… you don’t happen to have another gift, do you? Haha, I feel like I’ve already received so much from you,” Jaehee murmured, blushing slightly.
  • You fidgeted with your fingers, then pointed at the ribbon in your hair. “I actually wore this b-because I don’t really have a gift… all I can offer is myself…” 
  • Although she stared at you with a lost expression, inside, her heart was H A M M E R I N G. Even more than it does for Zen!!
  • Her fingers trembling, she gently pulled you into a hug, thinking to herself, ‘MC’s too cute and innocent… oh, I really don’t want anyone else to see her like this… I just… want her all to myself…’

Jumin

  • (October 5th)
  • Why.
  • The one word repeated itself in your mind over and over again like a mantra, beads of sweat rolling down your face as you tried to maintain a smile.
  • There you were, sitting across from none other than Jumin Han in a high-class… EMPTY banquet hall. He had reserved the entire place just for the two of you.
  • “J-Jumin… today is your birthday… shouldn’t I be treating you?” you asked him nervously, eyes shifting as you felt awkward in the empty vicinity.
  • He cocked his head in confusion, “Am I not allowed to take you out somewhere of my choosing on my birthday?” (sigh, he just doesn’t know how to express that he wants to spend time with you)
  • “Well… when you put it like that…” you frowned, still feeling  extremely awkward and guilty.
  • “Then there’s no problem, is there?” he chuckled in amusement, a brief twinkle in his eyes.
  • Luckily for you, the tension simmered down to nothing as the hours stretched on and the conversation flowed through.
  • The sky was still a fair azure blue when the two of you stepped out, despite the nearing autumn. “Jumin, I still don’t think it’s right that you’re treating me when it’s your birthday… Let me make it up to you, pretty please?” you jut out your lower lip slightly, staring up at him with pleading eyes.
  • “Hm… what do you have in mind?”
  • You smiled in relief, then instructed Driver Kim where to go in whispers, making sure Jumin wouldn’t find out. “Hehe~ It’ll be a quick drive. Put this on, I don’t want you to find out where we’re headed!” You handed him a black blindfold, and his breath hitched.
  • ‘What I wouldn’t give to tie that around MC’s eyes and—‘ he caught himself, shaking off the perverse thought. Instead, he offered a strained smile as he let MC put it on him, shivering slightly from the feeling of her fingers in his hair.
  • The duration of the ride was fairly quiet, as you kept whispering details of the location to Driver Kim. When you led Jumin out of the car, laughter and music found its way to his ears. He furrowed his eyebrows, not quite recognizing these sounds. You finally removed the blindfold from his eyes, allowing him to see the festival you’d brought him to.
  • His eyes widened, “This is…?”
  • “A fireworks festival to celebrate the full moon! It lasts the whole week, and I’m just glad I could bring you here… I just thought it’d be nice to try something new,” you explained, blushing shyly at the end.
  • Jumin felt an overwhelming adoration for you welling up in his chest. He had never been to a (commoner’s) festival before… let alone celebrate his birthday in any other way than a fancy dinner…
  • As excited as you were to drag him around the booths, he ended up dragging you around, his curiosity getting the best of him as he took interest in each stall, feeling amazed by everything.
  • …It was almost sad to see that, by the end of the festival, he still hadn’t won a single thing from any of the game booths. His lips were curled into a permanent pout, eyebrows furrowed in determination to shoot at the stuffed cat.
  • BAM!
  • His mock-bullet flew towards the cat! …and knocked off its bow instead.
  • The old man managing the stall shook his head in pity, “You’ve got some terrible aim there, young lad… Tell ya what, I’ll just give this bow to you. Try again next time, buddy.”
  • Jumin stared at the bow with a frown, wondering what the hell he was even supposed to do with it. He turned his back on it, stomping off like a kid. (Zen: hah, what a sore loser!)
  • You chased after him, grabbing the bow before you left. He seemed to be heading back to the car where Driver Kim was waiting, and you grabbed his arm before he crossed the road. “Jumiiin, it’s the first thing you’ve won from a festival, shouldn’t you cherish it more?”
  • He scoffed, “I have no use for it. Keep it.”
  • “Hmmm. Theeen, since I don’t have a gift for you today…” You clipped the bow to the front of your shirt. “You could have me instead? Hahaha~ Just kiddi-”
  • His face had neared yours in the middle of your sentence, eyes dark with desire at your words.
  • “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, MC…” he said huskily, staring into your eyes like he was about to devour you.
  • Your cheeks flushed red at his words, backing away slightly. At that moment, Driver Kim pulled up to the curb and you just L EA PED inside.
  • Startled, Jumin stares after you, bursting out into laughter. Secretly, he thought to himself, ‘MC never fails to amuse me… If she was mine… would we able to spend time like this all the time? Hm.’

Seven

  • (June 11th)
  • “No.”
  • “Yes.”
  • “I said NO, dammit, don’t get another duck!”
  • Seven pouted as he turned his head towards you, his hands still operating the claw machine. “But MC, all of the prizes are just sooo cute!!”
  • “There’s no difference,” you deadpanned.
  • He gasped, HORRIFIED that you would say that! “This one is smiling! And this one has sunglasses! And this one has its tongue sticking out… and this one has a wink… What do you mean, there’s no difference? I’m disappointed in you, MC, tsk tsk.”
  • Before you could even begin to protest, he winked, “Besides, it’s MY birthday after all. And you’re my slave for the day~”
  • At that, you shut up. How did this happen again?
  • Ah, right. It all started when you had jokingly—ahem, let me say it louder for the redhead in the back, JOKINGLY said that you’d be Seven’s birthday gift.
  • -Flashback-
  • Your bedroom door swung open and CRASHED to the floor, awaking you immediately. “GoOd morning, MC, it’s my BIRTHDAY!” Seven yelled, blowing into a toy trumpet as he waltzed around your room. It was 7 in the morning. jfc seven, NO.
  • Not long after you got dressed, he began pestering you for a gift. Truth to be told, you had no idea that it was his birthday, so you didn’t have anything prepared… (He’s a hacker, he keeps all his personal info to himself! It honestly wasn’t your fault)
  • You rolled your eyes, taking a red pen and drawing a ribbon on your wrist. “Well, you could always have me as your present instead…”
  • His eyes shone, and you already regretted letting those words leave your mouth.
  • Back to present time, you were walking around the arcade, holding all of Seven’s prizes in large bags… 
  • Grumbling, you muttered, “I still don’t know why I have to do this…”
  • He paused in his steps, cocking his head to face you as he smirked, “Would you have preferred to be a different kind of slave for me, hmm, MC~?”
  • Cue the jaw dropping.
  • And the blush ;)
A God, A King. My King.

Thanks to @madman-with-a-snogbox for the idea.

English is not my native language! Aaaaaand I used parts of Imagine Dragons’s Monster lyrics. 

Paring: Loki x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst

Summary: You go on a date with Loki, and enjoy the night fully. When you get back, something seems to bother him. 

Originally posted by lokitty

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

You took a final look in the mirror. The long, black dress hugged your curves in a perfect way, the lace sleeves making you look strong, but feminine, your green heels made you look taller than you actually were. You looked perfect.

Suddenly someone knocked on your door. You walked over and opened it, to find Loki in a black suit, hair laid back. His green tie caught your attention, and you wanted to pull him close and never let go of him. His mouth curved into a smile when he saw you.

“You look marvelous, love.” He said, his eyes lit up.

“You don’t look that bad yourself, god.” You teased. He smirked at the ‘nickname’ you had given him. He was, after all, a god.

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I think other than the sexist wank what is pissing me off about the Doctor Who fandom is those fans pretending that Moffat did nothing to pave the way for this change when in the last few seasons he has most definitely taken on board all the criticism he faced initially and has gotten shit done, namely:

- Bringing in female writers and directors who he then chose to work repeatedly with not just in DW but in Sherlock too 
- Black LGBTQ companion
- Showing male Time Lords repeatedly regenerating into women (one of them into a black!! woman!! proving they can change gender AND race!)
- Regenerating The Master into Missy, POSSIBLY THE MOST IMPORTANT CHANGE THAT ALLOWED FOR THIS TO HAPPEN BTW. 
- Giving Clara incredible agency not only in her death but in her posterior departure. 

But like whatever Moffat is the devil he has done absolutely nothing for the show to progress at all! LMAO ok. We get it, you hate him. You stopped watching when he came in. Apparently you also blanked out to everything good that he did to balance the bad out. 

The Sugar Gods Blessed Me. My Cinderella Story in Seattle

I’m still in complete awe from the day trip I took in Seattle. I met a guy on SA who flew me out for a same day trip to meet him (meaning I flew there and back in the same day** sorry I realized that needed clarification. lol I talked to him for a while before he flew me out) have dinner with him. While texting him I told him about my recent endeavors with my last guy who screwed me over so bad my head could spin. He couldn’t believe the story and was set on a mission to treat me like a Queen that I am. 

He picked me up in a BMW and he immediately said, "I’m taking you to your first surprise.”  We went to down town Seattle and he dropped me off right at Sephora. “I want you to go shopping, get whatever you want and go crazy.”

I couldn’t believe the words that came out of his mouth. I was only in Seattle  for about 4 hours before I had to be back on the plane so I had to hurry. I grabbed the first Sephora associate to help me and within 5 minutes I had everything I needed. $600 worth of makeup. 

We then returned to his BEAUTIFUL Victorian style home that he designed and was still in the process of remodeling. He’s VERY meticulous and articulate in his speech. I tried to be as eloquent and sophisticated as I could be which he truly loved about me.  He tuned to look at me and said, “"Now for your second suprise” 

He took me into his spare bedroom which had dress and shoes boxes laid out before us. When he doesn’t have a girlfriend, he buys things to prepare for the next girl. I couldn’t believe I was trying on $500-$2200 dresses with Louboutin shoes! He has impeccable taste! I could have one dress per visit so Inlet him pick out the one for me that he thought looked best. 

We went to dinner at The Lark. Oh my Sugar god, the food was AMAZING. The restaurants in Arizona can kiss ass compared to this place. 

Sadly, dinner ended and we were on our way back to the airport. I purposefully left the dress he gave me in the car. I couldn’t take it. During dinner he mentioned something that would be a deal breaker for him in which I couldn’t change thus knowing I wouldn’t see him again after tonight. :( After I got through security I texted him saying that I wouldn’t be seeing him again and why, that it would be wrong for me to take a $2200 dress with me. He respected how honest I was and insisted that he send me the dress anyways because he truly wanted to go forward with me even if we couldn’t anymore. 


Regardless this man is EXACTLY how I wish every Sugar Daddy would be. He was nearly perfect. Every one of his girls lasted years and I believe it. I’ve never been treated so well in my life. I envy the girl that captures his heart… aka wallet. Lol but I hope she treats him well. 

FTM!Karma (KarmaGisa AU)

FINALLY JESUS

Rating: K+/T

Nagisa Shiota thought it was an incredible stroke of luck that he ended up sitting next to Karma Akabane in first period, and even more so that they were in all the same classes but one.

The new student was nearly quaking as he sat down next to the larger boy in his Science class, at his teacher’s request. The redhead had an intimidating aura to him, but he greeted his classmate with a sincere smile and asked if he was new.

“You’re not from here, are you? I think I’d remember someone who looked like you.” He had said. Before the bluenette had time to blush at the obvious nod to his hairstyle, Karma added, “Blue hair, that’s so wild. It’s bright without being obnoxious. I’m jealous, I look like a used tampon come alive.” Nagisa covered his mouth to muffle a snort.

“It’s natural, actually…” Nagisa admitted, scratching at the back of his neck.

Akabane just smiled. “That just makes it cooler! Like fate chose you to look awesome.” He gushed, resting his chin on both his hands like a dazed schoolgirl and laughing.

Within two periods, the two boys had become thick as theives. They had found that they were both obsessed with the same movies, they listened to the same bands (Akabane had been to concert for one of them; the bluenette shamelessly milked him for details), and they had pretty much the same opinions on everything (Except for pineapple on pizza, which Nagisa liked. Karma had almost yelled in disgust so loud the teacher heard him). The smaller boy couldn’t belive the other didn’t have any other friends in his first four periods, because he was so cool, it couldn’t be like he was a loner. Unless that was just the kind of kid he was; he just kept himself on purpose, the strong, silent type. A nice thought, but probably not likely, as he’d chosen to open up to Nagisa so quickly. He didn’t notice the wary glances Akabane was getting at all.

It wasn’t until fifth period that he found out.

“What class do we have next?” The bluenette asked, fumbling for his schedule as the bell rang.

A look of dread flashed across the redhead’s face. “Gym, I think. Ew.”

The smaller boy laughed at his friend’s expression. “What, you don’t like P.E.?”

“Ugh, no way.”

“No way, you’re, like, ripped! I can see the muscles through your shirt sleeves, haha. You’re probably at the top of the class. Look at me, I’m a shrimp: You can’t complain.” Nagisa chuckled, guestering to his skinny, petite frame, then to Akabane’s althletic build.

Karma gave a weak laugh. “I’ve seen gymnasts with builds just like yours, Shiota. You don’t look very out of shape, I’m sure you’ll do fine. But…” He paused, then gave a small sigh of resignation. “…It’s not the curriculum I don’t like, it’s just…Nothing. You’ll see, I guess.” He shrugged and looked away.

“What? Is our coach shitty? How much are they gonna make us run?” The bluenette asked anxiously as they entered the gym. From the opposite side of the room, a tall girl with long, straight, blonde hair spotted Karma and waved. He waved back and giggled lightly.

“Who’s that, your girlfriend?” Nagisa asked. He wished he hadn’t said it after it was out of his mouth; something about the thought of the redhead in a relationship sat wrong in his stomach.

Karma roared with laughter. “Oh my god, no! She’d die if she heard that. She’s so gay, and so dedicated to her girlfriend.” The smaller boy let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as the redhead regained himself. “No, no, that’s just my friend. Her name’s Nakamura Rio.”

“Gay, huh?” Nagisa laughed weakly and wondered if now was the best time to out himself as pan. He bit his lip, and looked up at his new friend. It could just be the lighting, but he might’ve seen a bit of pink on the other’s cheeks as they neared the locker rooms.

“Yeah; thank god her girlfriend’s not in our gym class. Okuda’s actually pretty modest, usually, but when she and Nakamura get around each other, it gets a little wild.” He shook his head at the thought of it, chuckling.

“Hah! Guess you’ll have to introduce me sometime.” He hadn’t noticed Karma’s falling footsteps as students filed into the locker rooms. “But let’s deal with that later, okay? We gotta go get dressed.” He turned back to noticed Akabane had stopped in the space between the locker rooms. His face was red and he wore an embarrassed frown. The bluenette shot him a blank look.

“…Karma? You coming?” he asked tentatively, tugging at his own backpack straps. A few students had stopped to watch the two. Nakamura walked up behind Karma and gently put her hand o his shoulder.

“Hey, Karma,” She said lightly, smiling at him.

“Hey,” He mumbled, looking to her, then the ground, then to Nagisa. He looked like he might cry.

“Um…See you after class, I guess.” The redhead said softly to his confused friend. The smaller boy’s eyes widened as he watched Akabane follow his blonde friend into the girls’ locker room with his head down.

Oh…

xXx

Nagisa couldn’t stop the rising heat in his cheeks as he changed into his gym clothes. A boy with cropped raven hair approached him catiously as he pulled his shorts over his hips.

“Hey…It’s Nagisa, right?” The bluentte nodded. “I’m Sugino, from your second period. I saw you out there with Akabane…Did you know?”

“No…Is that why people have been, sort of…avoiding him?” The smaller teen couldn’t help but ask.

“Because he’s trans? No-I mean-That might be part of it, for some people, but that’s not really the whole reason. It’s…he came out last year. Do you wanna know the story?” The taller boy asked as he slipped on his shirt.

“I don’t know, do I?” Nagisa bit his lip as he removed his pigtails and pulled his hair into a high pony. “I mean…I guess, if it’ll help me understand why it’s a big deal.” The coach called them out of the locker room, and they began to stretch themselves out on the gym floor.

“Well, last year, when-when he was a she-I’m just gonna refer to second-year Karma as a she, okay? To avoid confusion.” The bluenette nodded.

“Well, she was called Kiyoko, and she was, like, the best at everything. She was the best player on the girls’ basketball team, and she had top grades, and, y'know-she was just one of…those girls, right?” The smaller boy nodded again. “So there’s this kid named Asano Gakushuu in our grade. He’s the principal’s son, have you heard of him?” Nagisa shook his head. “Well, you will. Soon enough.”

“Anyways, he was super smart and athletic and stuff too-Like I said, he’s the principal’s kid-And he liked Akabane. Or he just wanted her as a sort trophy girlfriend, I don’t even know. Anyways, he hit on her for a really long time, and she finally hooked up with him. Some people thought it might have just been to shut him up, but she seemed to like him-But whatever, that part’s not important.”

“So, they were, like, the ultimate power couple for a few months. But they started having these fights all the time, like in the middle of lunch and stuff-I think it was about home stuff usually, that’s what somebody told me. Which would make since, Akabane’s parents travel for business a lot, so she’s-he’s, sorry-home alone a lot, and Asano’s got issues with his mom and dad, or whatever.

“But it got really bad, and one day Asano hit her and the next day-He came out as a he. Just like that, it was so sudden. He showed up to school the next day with his hair cut and a flat chest-I don’t think he had surgery, though-and wearing the boy’s uniform….And Asano just lost it. He was so mad. Somebody claimed Karma tried to tell him that he still liked him, and that he just wanted him to change the way he treated some of the students who got lower grades, but that doesn’t really matter, because they’re definitely done now, and they definitely hate each other’s guts.”

“…Damn.” Nagisa whispered softly. He felt like it was all he could say. It was so much. “Really?”

“Yeah, man. They’re rivals in eveything now, even though the school won’t let Karma register for anything as a boy.” Sugino frowned. “I feel bad for him. It must suck ass.”

“Yeah…” The bluenette’s voice trailed. “But that doesn’t really explain why everyone avoids him.”

“Nagisa, if Asano’s dad is the king of the school, Asano is the spoiled prince. He has everyone in this school under his finger. After Akabane came out, he did everything he could to wipe out Karma’s good reputation. He basically got rid of all of his friends, except for a few. His lunch table has, like, three people there only. It was a fucked up thing to do, but no one here’s in much of a position to defy Asano, unless you have good grades. Like Nakamura: you saw her, right? Highest English scores in the grade. She and Karma met on the basketball team, I think. They’ve been best friends since elementary. They used to always pull the greatest pranks together. When Asano dumped Akabane, every meal he and his little clique of friends ate had wasabi hidden all in it for the next week, no matte rwht they did. Asano coupdn’t prove it was her, and no one knows how she did it, but everyone knows she did. It was awesome.” Sugino said almost dreamily, staring at the ceiling as he fondly remembered the memory of Nakamura’s vengance and Asano’s suffering.

Nagisa laughed. “She sounds like a good friend to have.”

“Everyone says she’s crazy, but besides that, I’m sure she is. She and Okuda Minami are dating, so I guess she can’t be too bad.” The taller boy shrugged. The coach had moved on to talking about their curriculum for the following year, but nobody was really listening.

“Where did the girls’ class even go?” Nagisa asked, looking around the gym and laying down on the polished wooden floor.

“The other gym. They always split up the gym classes into guys’ and girls’. Probably hell for Akabane.”

“Yeah…Probably.”

xXx

Nagisa ducked into the boys’ changing room as quickly as he could, before Karma and the girls returned. He had seen the girls’ gym clothes, and he was terrified of seeing Karma in it and staring. He quickly changed back into the school uniform and sat outside the girls’s changing room, waiting for his friend. Finally, he watched the redhead and his blonde friend walk out of the door.

The bluenette popped up as soon as he saw his friend, whose eyes widened. He bit his lip and approached the smaller teen. “Sorry…” He murmured.

“For what?” The smaller boy smiled gently. He was tempted to put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, but refrained.

“I didn’t tell you…” The taller boy squeaked his shoe on the ground awkwardly.

“Why would you need to?” Nagisa laughed. “You didn’t need to; what difference does it make?” The bashful smile and glassy, hopeful eyes Karma used on him made his chest light, and he beamed almost giddily. “Come on, let’s go to our next class.”

Unfit (M)

Genre: smut + Everything else

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Fandom: BTS

Request:  can I have a yoongi smut where the condom breaks and he only notices it after he came so it turns into angst but then into fluff again 

Originally posted by syuubd

It was one of those days were you painfully missed your boyfriend. He wouldn’t be home until next month and you couldn’t stop thinking about him. As you check the calendar on your phone you realize it he would be in a meeting right now so you couldn’t call him to hear his voice. Suddenly you were awoken by a new idea, pulling out your earphones and putting them in. You scrolled through your sound-cloud until you found his mix-tape, listening to the song as well as the voice you loved so much. You starred up at the ceiling trying to figure out if this was working or if it was only making you miss him even more. You honestly should have been used to this now since you’ve been dating him for 2 years already. With a sigh, you closed your eyes. The more you thought about him you thought that maybe you were losing your mind. It felt as if he was right next to you in the bed. 

A hand moved up and pulled the earphone out. 

“How can you listen to music that loud? I could hear my own voice walking in through the door.”

Your eyes snapped open and you looked next to you to find your smiling boyfriend. 

“Y-you’re home? But you weren’t supposed to come back for another month-”

Yoongi shrugged. 

“I told them I couldn’t stand to be away from you so I came back to visit you. I can only be here for the weekend though so don’t get too excited..”

You sat up and hugged him so tightly you wondered if it was hurting him but the chuckle in his voice made it seem otherwise. 

“God I missed you so much..” You mumbled into his shoulder, not wanting to let him go.

“Is that why you were listening to my song?”

You gave him a nod. 

“You’re so cute.” Yoongi smiled, finally giving you a kiss. 

You wouldn’t even want to admit to how embarrassingly needy you felt just at the thought of feeling his lips against yours. You had waited so long to feel his arms around you, his gaze only on you, his voice only talking to you, and more importantly, just seeing him in front of you. When the light make-out started getting heavier the small moan that came from your mouth definitely initiated something more. His strong hands held you up onto his lap, occasionally grazing your ass.

“Do I ever tell you how much I love your body?” He groaned.

“Pretty often, actually.”

A look of trouble overcame his face with a smirk. “Good.”

Before you knew it, you were already back at it with him, trying to clumsily take your clothes off without pulling your lips away. He gladly helped, pulling your shirt off and over your head to leave you only in your underwear. You could hear the sound of your own heart beating in your chest. It was the same guy you’d been with for years but every time it got down to it, you felt the same rush in your chest as always. Maybe that was a good thing but you felt like you could live without the slight nervousness. 

The feeling of his hands placing themselves on your bare sides snapped you out of the thoughts you were having. He lazily gave you a smile, making your face feel warm. Oddly enough, you just then realized just how much you loved him. Seeing his messy hair but still thinking that he was absolutely perfect in this moment. 

“What is it?” He asked. 

You shook your head. “I’ll tell you about it later.”

Without a warning you felt his hands move down lower until his fingers played with the sides of your underwear. You gave a light smile and a nod to tell him it was okay and he proceed to pull them down your thighs. His lips pressed themselves against your skin, giving you goosebumps. Your bare core was sitting ontop of his clothed, but not absently hard, member under you. 

“Do you really have to tease me? It’s already been 3 months….” You whined. 

He let out a hoarse laugh. “Fine, get one of the condoms out of the drawer and I won’t tease you anymore.”

You helped him out by removing his boxers for him, rushing him due to your neediness. A hand reached over to grab the condom and the other to help tear it open. Yoongi took control for you as he slid the condom on himself and aligned himself directly up with you. His eyes glanced over to you. 

“Alright. Go ahead, babe.”

“Y-you want me to do it?”

He gave a nod. “It’s nice to watch you ride me.”

Being blunt when it came to sex wasn’t a surprise because honestly, he was just a blunt person overall. You do as you’re told, slowly moving yourself down him. You watched him bit his lip, knowing he was enjoying the view. Maybe that’s why he was always under you, you thought to yourself. As your hips start move, his facial expression doesn’t change much. The way you could tell he was getting into it was his pace. He liked to watch you move against him but occasionally you’d feel him thrust up himself or he’d tighten his grip on your sides. 

The more and more you felt him fucking you the harder it became to hold yourself up. Your hands fell next to him, holding your body up. Yoongi’s lips were brought back to your chest and neck once more, helping you strangle out more moans of his name. To which he was definitely not complaining. He knew convincing you to get a house instead of an apartment would be quite beneficial due to his hidden kink. His thumbs pressed down on the right spot on yours hips to keep you in place. Yoongi mercilessly pounded into you from underneath despite you supposed to be riding him. Sometimes he’d get impatient and take things into his own hands but you weren’t complaining. When he became in charge it was only a bigger turn on. 

What really did it though was the small curse words that fell out of his mouth and his usually composed face changing. It was hard to focus on as his hips messily kept going. You knew your boyfriend’s patterns well enough to know he was close. Your chest now pressed up against his as you kissed him roughly in between sharing moans. 

“Fuck, I love you…” He moaned.

In the heat of the moment you barely had time to react and you were unsure if he was just saying it or not. He thrusted into you once more before finally reaching his own climax. As you got off of his chest, panting, you hear him curse once more.

“Oh shit.”

You look over to see what he was referring to and you felt as if your heart was going to stop. 

“Wait, Yoongi. Tell me that just broke.”

He looked up at you. “Y/N, It’s not a big deal.”

“NOT A BIG DEAL?” 

He watched as you stood up from the bed in panic. 

“We can not have a kid! What if this gets me pregnant? Huh? Then what are we going to do?”

Yoongi sat up and grabbed your hand. 

“Then we figure things out together. Maybe having a kid isn’t a bad idea?”

You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. 

“Are you insane? This is the busiest work as ever been for you! I’ll have to do everything alone and I don’t have the money for a kid. I’m unfit to be a mom Yoongi! I can’t do this and I don’t want to do this…not without you.”

He reached out and pulled you back on the bed.

“This isn’t even really happening..you’re getting ahead of yourself. It may not even happen. BUT if by some chance it does I will work everything out. I’ll move you out to Seoul and I’ll come home every night. We can have our small family of 3 to come home to after work. I have enough money to take care of them and I’m not going to let you do a single thing alone. I love you, okay? I’m not going anywhere and whatever happens we do this together.”

You teared up. “I’m just scared..”

He nodded, rubbing your back gently. 

“I know. It’s not that I’m not scared, I just believe that you’ll be a good parent if it came down to it. You’re the person I love the most and this isn’t going to change that.”

“Yeah…I love you too.”

Yoongi let out a sigh of relief. “Well at least that’s a good start.”

You laughed lightly, wiping the tears off your cheeks. 

“I guess it won’t be too bad since it’s you.”

“That’s my girl….Now that, that’s over with. Since we can’t really do anything now that it’s already done. How about you come back over here so I can help you out a little more, hmm?”

He kissed on your thighs, looking up at you. 

“Round 2? You’re on.”

pure relief

A story in which Harry and Ron talk about bisexuality and chat about who they fancy one rainy Friday night…

inspired by this post


It was their fourth year at Hogwarts, and Hermione was dating Viktor Krum. This, naturally, did not sit very well with Ron Weasley.

One rainy Friday afternoon, he was sat in the Great Hall next to Harry, who was pouring his eyes over that morning’s Daily Prophet. Across the hall, Hermione leaned in toward Viktor, pointing something out in the book that was open on the table in front of them. Their heads bumped slightly, and the two of them laughed. Then Viktor leaned in to kiss Hermione on the cheek.

Ron couldn’t look away.

It was as if his eyes were glued to the two of them, and a hole was burning in the bottom of his stomach.

Harry noticed, and nudged Ron’s arm with his elbow. “I’m sorry, mate.”

Ron snapped his head toward his best friend, swallowing the dread in his throat. “It’s fine,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. “It won’t last, anyway.” 

When Harry didn’t respond, Ron suddenly stood up, nearly knocking over the glass of water in front of him. “I’m gonna go upstairs,” he mumbled, clutching his stomach. “I’m not feeling good.”

“Okay,” Harry said, looking up at him. “I’ll come up soon.” 

Ron took one last look at the happy couple across the room before turning and shuffling out of the Great Hall.

~~~~~ 

When he finally reached the boys’ dormitories, Ron found his school bag and rifled through it until he found what he was looking for:

The Viktor Krum action figure he had gotten at the Quidditch World Cup, just months earlier. 

He snapped it in half and threw it on the floor.

Flopping down on his bed, he sighed deeply as his head made contact with his pillows. (They much more comfortable than the ones he had on his bed back home.) He looked over at the wall, where he had hung a small poster of Krum, as well.

He felt an urge to rip it down. But in all honestly, Ron was too tired to get up.

It was then that Harry entered the room. “Hey, how’re you feeling?” He sat down on his bed and looked across the room, at Ron. 

The red-headed boy sat up, clearing his throat. “All right. It’s my stomach again.” His stomach had been bothering him for about a week now. After letting go of the denial he had held onto for a few days, Ron had accepted that it was something more than just abdominal pain. He didn’t know what, exactly - anxiety, worry, stress - but it was not something he was enjoying.

And it was undoubtedly something to do with Hermione and Viktor.

George and Fred suddenly bursted in, laughing about something Ron couldn’t care less about. “Hey, guys,” said George, before bending to pick something up off the floor.

“What’s this, Ron?” he said, holding up the Krum figurine, which was now two separate pieces. “Finally broke up with your boyfriend, did you?”

“Ha!” Fred laughed, clapping his hands together. “Good one, George!” 

Ron groaned, ignoring the swirling feeling in his intestines. “Would you two bugger off?” 

“Fine,” George said, dramatically dropping the action figure pieces next to Ron and following Fred out of the room. He started a new conversation with his twin as they walked out the door, Ron and Harry already forgotten to them.

Ron could feel his skin burning with heat. He hated that about his complexion - his skin turned red when he was angry, or embarrassed, so people could always tell how he felt. It made him feel vulnerable.

He turned slightly on his bed, so that Harry couldn’t see his face. His cheeks were on fire, and Ron was pretty sure that was due to the fact that his brother had just referred to Viktor Krum as his boyfriend.

He had been confused about the whole thing for a while. It took him some time to realize that when he was looking at Viktor and Hermione together, he wasn’t just jealous of Krum.

He was jealous of Hermione, too. Or maybe their relationship altogether. 

That made his stomach churn. 

“Ron?” Harry said, from across the room. Ron squeezed his eyes shut. “Are you okay?”

After slowly exhaling and blinking his eyes open, Ron turned to face Harry again. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he said, shaking his head, and focusing his eyes on a spot on his bed quilt. “I’m used to it.”

Harry slowly stood up, and moved toward Ron’s bed. He stopped at the foot of it, as if he didn’t know if Ron wanted him so close. “Just so you know, it’s okay if you like Viktor like that,” he said, wrapping his hand around one of the posts on Ron’s bed.

Ron’s heart rate seemed to increase rapidly inside his chest.

“W-What?” he stuttered. He had never talked about this out loud with anyone - not even himself. To hear Harry say that was like someone shaking him out of a dream. 

“I’m just saying… there’s nothing wrong with fancying boys,” Harry continued. “In fact, I think Cedric is quite attractive.” 

The two boys finally locked eyes. “Really?” Ron said, a wave of relief crashing into his chest.

Harry moved to sit down on the edge of the bed, and Ron let him. “Yeah,” he answered, nodding his head slowly.

Ron processed this. He couldn’t fathom a better way for the two of them to be talking about this. He felt as though a blank page was open in front of him, and now he could say whatever he wanted. And someone would understand.

“That’s great, Harry,” was all he came up with, because he wasn’t ready to pour his entire heart out just yet.

A bit of pink rose to Harry’s cheeks. “Thanks,” he muttered, looking into his lap. And then, “And Draco’s not too bad either.”

“Okay,” Ron said, his eyes wide. “Now that’s crossing a line.” 

“I’m not gonna do anything about it!” Harry said, a hint of a laugh under his voice. “He’s just nice to look at,” he said, shrugging. 

“Blimey, Harry,” Ron said, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you just said that.” 

A small laugh escaped Harry’s lips. “Are you telling me that you’re more put off by the idea of me and Malfloy than the idea of me being with a boy in the first place?”

“Yes,” Ron said, immediately. The boys were silent for a moment after that. 

The rain knocked loudly against the window.

Ron took a big breath before admitting, “I think I might fancy Dean a bit, as well.” He had said it barely above a whisper, with the paralyzing fear that Dean was anywhere near their shared dorm.

Before Harry could respond, Ron added, “But I also still like Hermione… Is that okay?”

A warm smile spread across Harry’s face. “Of course that’s okay. You can like both, Ron.” 

One side of Ron’s mouth upturned into a grin. “I can?”

His heart was still pounding, just from talking about this.

“Yes,” Harry reassured, smiling again. “It’s called bisexuality. I think I’ve fully accepted it, in terms of myself.”

“Oh, that’s right. You and my sister.”

Harry suddenly looked flustered, and brought a hand to the back of his neck. “There’s nothing going on between me and Ginny!”

“Uh huh,” Ron replied, giving him a sarcastic smile. “And now you want to throw Malfoy into the mix too.”

“Merlin, Ron, would you let that go?” Harry said, rolling his eyes. “I fully regret telling you that.”

Ron laughed. A full, whole-hearted laugh. And for the first time in the entire week, he felt like he was going to be okay.


i don’t normally do tags,(and i’m not going to do them in the future), but a lot of people responded on the post with my idea for this, so i’m going to tag all of those lovely people :)

@someday-for-sure @fionathetrashcan @ronweasleydefensesquad @marvelfoodlover @stuckwith-harry @echoofhopecreations @atelophobish @awkward-little-turtleduck @harryjamesheadcanons @hermadnessmac @biquotes

Thank you for reading this! It includes two things that I think deserve way more attention than they get: bisexuality and Ron Weasley.

Hurt

Where Y/N is in an unhealthy relationship, and Harry helps her realize and understand that she should be treated better.

Sneak Peak:
“You always did like Harry more than a friend should. But then you got into a relationship and you knew your feelings never went away they were just repressed.

But right now it’s like they all came back again in full force, they weren’t hiding anymore.

“Why didn’t you text me back last night. Were my jokes so bad you threw your phone out the window?” He chuckled.

You suddenly frowned remembering last night with Lucas coming home drunk. And everything after that. You didn’t want to think about what happened, because whatever you thought would help didn’t. You woke up feeling shitter then before and Lucas was still being the same, he didn’t change. You were stupid to think that him having sex with you would change that.”


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I’ll probably do a part two. Tell me if you want that!

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As soon as you heard the front door shut downstairs you sighed. You looked over at your phone and it was 2am. But what’s new with him coming home late you thought sadly. You hoped he wasn’t in that mood because you certainly weren’t. But that hasn’t stopped him before.

You heard him downstairs in the kitchen probably getting some water to minimize his drunken state. Oh you really hope he wasn’t drinking tonight. So you quickly locked your phone and pretended you were fast asleep. And maybe he would just climb in bed and just fall asleep too.

As you buried your head in the covers, you saw your phone light up. It was a text from Harry, and you grinned.

You always texted each other about random stuff when you couldn’t sleep at night. Harry usually busts out the awful jokes and sends you funny memes to make you smile.

Harry was a great friend and you’ve became even closer ever since you both worked together in the bookstore down the road. Your whole life you never really had a true best friend where you could tell almost everything to, until him. So you were sad you didn’t have time to reply to his text at least to say goodnight.

You laid down in silence for a little. But You didn’t hear him come up the stairs so you decided quickly to maybe send Harry a quick “goodnight text” just so he doesn’t think your not replying. But as soon as you reached for your phone the sound of footsteps stopped you. You quickly brought your hand back to the bed and closed your eyes to look asleep.

The bedroom door opened and you heard him shuffle in. You could already tell he was drunk because you could hear him trip over his feet multiple times as curse words flew out his mouth.

He walked over to the closet to take off his clothes and was left in just his underwear. The bathroom light illuminated and he walked into brush his teeth and do some other things. Usually he would just jump into bed. He never cared to get fully ready for bed if he was drinking.

Maybe he wasn’t you thought, and smiled a little. Maybe he just came home late from work and wasn’t out get pissed drunk. Which made you think that he was getting back to his old self, and that’s who you loved.

The side of the bed dipped and you could feel the warmth of his body come in contact with you. He got himself comfortable on the bed before he slipped his arm around your waist to pull you onto his bare chest. You almost leaned into his touch until he spoke.

“I know your not sleeping.” He said and you could smell the alcohol on his breathe and you cringed.

You didn’t say anything hoping he would just go to sleep and you can all just start off tomorrow morning fresh.

He sighed into the side of your neck, you thought in defeat. But then you felt him slowly start to leave kisses on your neck. While creeping his hand up the shirt your were only wearing which was his.

You thought it would just end there before he fell asleep. But then you felt his hands coming down to your underwear.

“Lucas, I’m really tired.” You finally gave up the act.

He smirked down at you “I knew you weren’t sleeping.” He said while still assaulting your neck.

Your weren’t facing him so he couldn’t see the uneasiness on your face. But that soon changed when he flipped you around to face him. Even in this dim light you could see his blood shot blue eyes and you missed seeing his ocean eyes.

They use to be so clear and beautiful before they were tainted with the red rims that is now part of him most of the days.

“That’s better.” He says to you as he leaned in for a kiss but this time on the lips. You didn’t push him away because you thought this was just a good night kiss. So when you felt his lips connect with yours you brought your hands up to his cheek and kissed him back. It was slow and gentle and you missed this. Just simply kissing him and not doing anything else.

You pulled away from the kiss to lean your head back down on the pillow because in all honesty you were getting tired. But Lucas wasn’t having it.

“Come on Y/N don’t sleep on me yet baby.” He says well placing his hands between your thighs.

“Lucas your drunk…”

“I’m not that drunk” he tells you while his hand still hasn’t moved.

You tried to reason with him. “Babe, I’m just really tired can we just do this another time. Please.” Why are you begging him, you shouldn’t be. Your subconscious told you.

“Come on Y/N, let’s just fuck around for a little bit. We haven’t in a while.” He whines while kissing your cheek.

But you remember the last time you did have sex it was like a week ago. In the car after you left one of your friends birthday parties.

Lucas said he couldn’t keep his eyes and hands off you all night. Which did make you feel pretty. But he literally made you guys leave early because he wanted you right then and wouldn’t wait. You couldn’t really say no when he went behind your back to tell everyone you weren’t feeling well so you left early, which was a lie.

You did want to stay longer, but Lucas insisted that you guys leave. You felt bad for lying but Lucas kept saying it was alright because he was gonna make you feel so good.

He couldn’t even wait until you guys got home.

You remembered he stopped driving and pulled over. Even when you told him that you felt more comfortable if you were at home in your own bed.

But he didn’t listen.

He said how he couldn’t restrain himself any longer and how he had to take you right in that car.

You remembered him saying how if you weren’t so beautiful and sexy that he could of waited.

Like it was your fault.

But he didn’t wait.

You were uncomfortable and not enjoying yourself that whole time he was inside of you, because yet again he put his own needs before yours.

So right now in this moment it felt like the same thing was happening.

“Lucas. I am really tired right now okay?!” You said in a stern voice. You tried to get him to face you so he could see how serious you were. But his face was still on your neck.

“I’ll be quick. Come on… I’ve had a long day at work and you’ve been so busy too. I miss you…” he tells you.

It was those times when he would say things like that, that you think it’s the truth. You hoped it was because you missed him too, but the old him. Maybe things are turning around for the better. But you weren’t sure.

Silence filled the room but you could still hear the sound of his lips on your skin. He moved lower and lower until he got to the rim of your underwear. He didn’t look up for confirmation but at the same time you didn’t stop him.

You have been working a lot so maybe this would make him happy again. Maybe after this he would stop coming home drunk. Maybe You were being to busy with work and everything.

Maybe this was a way to make up for it.

But you didn’t feel good because deep down you knew you didn’t want to be doing this right now.

And after it was over and Lucas pulled out of you and said those three words.

You knew something didn’t feel right.

——-

There were so many new books that arrived today. You could barely keep up with the whole catalogue and making sure you put them on the right shelf.

The book store was packed today probably because of these new books. A lot of them you had to put aside because so many people were calling them to put them on hold before they sold out.

You were humming a tune that’s been stuck in your head for weeks until you heard something behind you.

You turned around a saw a book on the floor. It must of fallen off the cart you thought as you grabbed “Everything Everything” and put it back on the cart.

You then continue with the teen fiction section making sure you put them in the right alphabetical order by the authors last name.

Sometimes you have these brain farts when you can’t remember which letter comes first in the alphabet so you have to start from the beginning and sing the alphabet song.

“A, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i-” suddenly you heard another thud behind you.

You turned around again and saw another book on the ground. But it was down the end of the aisle and it couldn’t be from your cart.

You walked over there and picked it up and placed it back where it belonged. Right when you did that a book on the shelf right beside you fell. You slightly jumped before it could hit your foot.

“What the hell?” You said out loud. You swear if it’s those kids again from a few months ago.

You peaked through the slot where the book had fallen too see who was on the other side pushing the books down.

No one was there you just saw to the other aisle. You sighed in frustration. Maybe it was a ghost-

“BOO!” Harry jumps into your view on the other aisle. You jumped and yelled and hit your head on bookshelf.

“Owww” you touched your forehead but you looked at your fingers and didn’t see blood.

“Oh my gosh!” Harry comes over and starts laughing uncontrollably. “You should of seen your face!”

You tried to look mad at him but it was hard when he looked so cute and happy laughing.

“I swear I didn’t mean for you to hit your head.” He says while still laughing.

“Well I did. And you distracted me from my work, you ass.” You couldn’t keep a straight face anymore and grinned.

“I’m sorry.” Harry pouts. “But I’m not really, after you nearly got me fired last week for setting my phone alarm to go off while I was checking out people! And “I’m sexy and I know it” came on!“

You giggled remembering how embarrassed Harry was as he tried to search for his phone to shut off the alarm as he had a line of customers ready to check out.

“I’ll get you back styles.” You point at him to make yourself look intimidating but it really didn’t.

“I’ll be ready, Love.” He raises his eyebrow and You just shook your head.

“Well the least you could do is help me put these books on the shelf. Especially the ones on the top shelf Mr.Long Legs.”

“Sure thing Ms. Shorty.” He teased.

“Hey!” You went over to the cart and got another book and so did Harry.

You checked the list to make sure you were putting it in the right place. Okay where is the name Hopkins? You thought as you skimmed through the H’s. After you found it you slide the book.

“You know I’m not short your just insanely tall-” you turned around to get another book, when you almost crashed into Harry. He was standing behind you as you you were putting the other book away. While he was putting another book above your head.

You were pretty much trapped between Harry’s frame as his hands were above you looking for the right author.

“Oh so now your trying to trap me?”

Harry looks down on you and smirked.

And suddenly you wanted look at Harry all day. His green eyes were mesmerizing. You tried to look away but when you did you just ended up looking at his pink lips.

You always did like Harry more than a friend should. But then you got into a relationship and you knew your feelings never went away they were just repressed.

But right now it’s like they all came back again in full force, they weren’t hiding anymore.

“Why didn’t you text me back last night. Were my jokes so bad you threw your phone out the window?” He chuckled.

You suddenly frowned remembering last night with Lucas coming home drunk. And everything after that. You didn’t want to think about what happened, because whatever you thought would help didn’t. You woke up feeling shitter then before and Lucas was still being the same, he didn’t change. You were stupid to think that him having sex with you would change that.

“Hey hey.” Harry lifted up your chin to see your sad expression and glossy eyes. “If my jokes were that bad you could just tell me. I promise I won’t be offended, Love.”

You blink away the water in your eyes. “What? No that’s now why. I just fell asleep. I’m sorry and you know I love your cheesy jokes.”

“Ok just making sure.” He pulled away from you and picked up another book.

“Ohh I heard this book was pretty good.” He held up the book “Before I Fall”.

“Me too, they made a movie too and I’ve been dying to see it. It’s kind of mysterious and creepy too.” You explain.

“Yeah but I don’t think it’s in theaters anymore.”

“Aww that’s too bad…” you remember seeing the trailer and maybe wanting to see it but you didn’t have anyone to see it with. Lucas hated doing things like that.

“Maybe you can come over tonight. It’s on my Apple TV and we can watch it together.” Harry offers.

You look up from cataloging to see that Harry was waiting for your answer. You knew your answer already. But your mind suddenly went to your boyfriend. It didn’t matter what he thinks you told yourself. You are just hanging out with a friend and will be done before 11 if he is even home that early.

“I mean if you have other plans I totally understand-.”

“No, I don’t I would love to come.” You say and he smiles.

“Ok I’ll wait for you after your shift is over.”

“I’ll be waiting.” You say as he walks away to finish the rest of the work he had to do.

Now all you were thinking was that you hoped four hours will go by quickly.

———-

“Do you want coke or Pepsi?” Harry yelled from his kitchen.

“Coke definitely!”

A few moments later Harry comes back with two cokes in one hand and a big bowl of popcorn in another.

He handed you a coke and said,“ your a coke girl, my favorite kind” he said jokingly and you giggled.

He also brought a big blanket down from upstairs. When it was time to sit and watch the movie Harry sat down right next to you barely leaving any room between you too. He layed out the blanket over your bodies and put the popcorn between you two.

It was now about seven o'clock and the sun was setting soon. But Harry’s apartment was so cozy and homey. You loved coming over here.

Harry pressed play and the movie started. As the movie was rolling Harry kept asking questions and making commentary that made you laugh.

“Why would she do that-”

“Harry be quiet this is the good part.” You placed your hand over his mouth and he licked your hand making you pull away and wipe your hand on your shirt.

“Your such a child!”

But then Harry hushed you to be quiet because the climax of the movie was happening.

When the movie ended you guys decided to watch The Notebook. It was Harry’s idea actually but you loved the movie too.

As the movie progressed. Your eyes began to get droopy but you tried fighting it. But you barely got any sleep last night.

So when you placed your head on Harry’s shoulder you fell into a deep sleep.

——-

The sound of a phone ringing woke you up. Your eyes were still closed as you grabbed your phone from your pocket and answered.

“Hello?” You said with you groggy voice.

“Y/N, where the fuck are you?!” Lucas’ voice boomed from the line.

Your eyes flew open. You were confused where you were for a second. But you took in your state as your laying in Harry’s lap as he’s fast asleep next to you practically holding you. You looked at your phone to see the time, and when it read 1am you nearly had a heart attack.

Holy Fuck.

“I’m so-rry. I’m at a friends and we were watching a movie and I accidentally fell asleep. I lost track of time.”

“Where are you? Send me the address I’m picking you up.” He demanded.

“No, it’s ok. I’m leaving right now. I swear you don’t need to come.” You tried no calm yourself from panicking.

“I swear to fucking god Y/N, if your not hear in a fucking 30 minutes I will-”

“I’ll be there, I promise I’m leaving right now. I’m sorry. I love you bye.” Lucas hangs up on you without saying anything.

“Is everything alright?” Harry yawns beside you. Making you realize that you were still very close to him. “Who was that? You got up quickly and started gathering your stuff.

“I have to go. I should of been home awhile ago. Lucas is worried” You frantically look for your other shoe as Harry watched you.

Harry knew who Lucas was, he met him a few times when they started dating. But he always gave him a weird vibe.

“Oh crap it is 1am. We slept for awhile did we?”

“Yeah.”

“That was the best nap I’ve ever taken. Your very warm and cozy Y/N like a pillow.” Harry said randomly.

Your stomach did a weird flip after Harry said that. You looked over at him with his hair a little messy from sleeping, and looked adorable.

You wanted to go back to the couch and let him hold you again.

“Let me at least drive you home.” Harry offered getting up from the coach.

“Of no you’ve done so much already. It’s fine I can walk.” You said too quickly.

“Absolutely not Y/N it’s 1am. What kind of friend would I be if I let my pretty friend walk home at night.”

Pretty….

“No way, at least let me call you an uber?”

“Ok.”

The uber arrived 7 minutes later. As soon as you saw there headlights you went to the door.

“Hey I don’t even get a goodbye hug?” Harry pouted.

You smiled and turned back around and Harry wrapped his hands around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“Text me when your home safe.” Harry whispers in your ear and you just nod. You didn’t want to leave but when Harry pulled away you knew you had to go.

But all you wanted was to back in Harry’s arms.

-

Part 2: https://imaginexxharry.tumblr.com/post/160663934994/hurt-part-2 Part 3: https://imaginexxharry.tumblr.com/post/160710668819/hurt-part-3