Just a Sterek drabble I wrote on this rainy Sunday afternoon because I started my day off watching an absolutely SOUL-CRUSHING ep of House, M.D. and needed a little something to cheer myself up afterwards.
In case it’s not your thing: this fic features Stiles/OMC, but not for long. ;) Rated T, under 1k words
Sometimes Stiles’ new boyfriend can be fairly awesome, like when they stay up until three a.m. together playing video games and making out, or like that time… like… Well, pretty much all the examples Stiles can think of right now are sex things, but. But Jake’s a nice guy, kind of. He’s hot. He’s so hot Stiles still can’t believe he wants to date Stiles, and there are times when he can be a lot of fun.
Then there are the times (like today) that have Stiles questioning all his life choices, especially this one.
“Uh, no?” Stiles hits send, because Jake is not the boss of him. “We’re still on the ground. We don’t have to turn our phones off yet.”
And now Jake is pouting at him, like he’s six years old. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.”
Stiles can’t help but roll his eyes. “Stop trying to tell me who I can and cannot text. It’s creepy and controlling.”
Jake tries to put his hand over Stiles’, and it actually makes Stiles’ skin crawl a little bit. Stiles crosses his arms over his chest, hands safely tucked into his armpits. In retrospect, inviting Jake along on a trip to Hawaii was probably a bad idea when they’ve only been dating for three months.
Jake crosses his arms, too. “I’m your boyfriend. I’m not allowed to get a little possessive?”
“A little possessive? This is not ‘a little possessive.’ This is annoying and ridiculous and petty and invasive and… Look, yes, I’m bisexual, but Lydia and I are just friends. We’re always going to be friends, and I’m never cutting her out of my life for a boyfriend. The end. So you can stop being a jealous dick—”
Stiles can’t believe they’re having this conversation right now. “Or maybe we shouldn’t be dating after all.”
Jake runs a hand through his sandy blond prince-charming hair and snorts. “Please, this relationship is over when I say it is. Or do you seriously think anyone else is lining up to date you?”
For a moment Stiles is actually speechless, because how has he spent the last three months thinking this guy was attractive? How did he overlook this level of douchebaggery? Some kind of witchcraft, probably.
That’s when the guy in the row ahead of them turns around in his seat, looks Stiles straight in the eye, and says without even one hint that he’s joking, “I would date you.”
summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.
“Why is he here?” You snarled angrily as you looked Theo up
and down with distaste.
Scott sighed as Stiles nod in agreement. Liam however seemed
less judgemental than usual, which you internally pouted about. Alec the newest
member of the pack looked between you and Theo with curious eyes.
This is my gift for @sunrise-and-death as part of @aftgexchange, with the prompt “Neil actually taking the time (now that he can) to figure out his feelings about his appearance, sexuality, and/or anything else like that.” I…ended up mostly projecting myself onto him, but I sincerely hope you’ll like this little thing I wrote for you :’) I hope you’ll have a wonderful winter <3
tw: mentions of past abuse
It doesn’t bother him.
Really, it doesn’t.
That’s what Neil is trying to convince himself to believe.
Description: Fleeting lust was all you’d ever known, nothing serious or long lasting, just a temporary fix to satisfy your needs. That is until you meet Min Yoongi who is determined to put an end to your binge of makeshift relationships.
↠ Makeshift: to be temporary; sufficient for the time being
“What do you mean you don’t wanna see me anymore!?”
He was staring at you from across the table, a shocked look
covering his face, like you’d just told him the world was going to end.
“It means I don’t want to see you anymore…” You say it as if
it’s the most obvious thing ever, which leaves him baffled.
“How could you do this so suddenly like—”
You would let him finish, but honestly you knew where he was
heading with this, and you just wanted to cut his dramatics short.
“Listen Minjae, we went out on one date, and hooked up right after, and if I’m being honest I
never expected to see you again after that, but then out of nowhere you corner
me while I was just trying to enjoy a simple cup of coffee before class,
talking about how I haven’t answered your texts. This was just something to
satisfy both of our needs, but I guess you wanted something more, and I’m sorry
I didn’t know that.”
You stood up from your seat, watching his face morph into a
look of pity. You grabbed your coffee, and stopped next to his chair, where you
placed a hand on his shoulder.
“I promise one day you’ll find someone who appreciates your
sweet loving making techniques a lot
more than I did.”
You give him a gentle squeeze before walking away, as you
left him to soak in the backhanded compliment you’d just given him. His soft
and sweet approach to having sex just didn’t do it for you, and even if it had,
it was still always just going to be temporary; because that’s what all your
relationships ever were.
A simple lust-filled fix, that’s all you ever wanted. There
didn’t have to be strings, or commitment involved, not to say that you were
opposed to that sort of thing, it’s just that no one’s ever been able to keep
your interest for very long. It always started out nice sure, but then after
the second or third time of being with the person you’re kind of just… over it.
You knew how awful that sounded, but it was just how you were when it came to
Hey, guyssss!!!!! So I decided to write a little something about my current obession- Loki. After seeing Thor:Ragnarok I finally got the inspiration and let me tell you this: TOM HIDDLESTON IS THE SEXIEST CREATURE WHICH HAS EVER LIVED ON THIS PLANET and please don’t fight me on this. Now about the story: I’m thinking about it becoming a 10-chapter-ish thing but I can’t tell for sure yet. It’s going to get smutty in the later chapters, so keep that in mind. I’ll be so happy if you enjoy reading it and then tell me what you think about it. The plot takes place just after the end of Thor:Ragnarok when Loki us staying on the Earth. So far I have only written a 2-part fan fiction about Podrick from Game of Thrones (you can check it out if you like) so I’m rather new to this writing thing. English is not my first language, so there may be some mistakes here and there. Enjoy! :-)
Loki senced it. Everyone he passed while walking down the 5-th Avenue was holding a heart-deep hatred towards him. They were either showing it openly by glaring at him and calling him names or just avoiding eye-contact for fear he might harm them. Of course, he couldn’t care less. He found this common despise towards him rather convenient as everyone made way for him and he didn’t have to deal with the crowds. It’s not like he had anything to be in a hurry, though. After he, Thor and the people of Asgard had became refugees on the Earth, he had no particular occupation. He spent most of his days doing nothing while his brother was out there trying to get in touch with the Avengers. He knew they didn’t want to have anything to do with him and, to be honest, he found them rather boring so he didn’t even try to help his brother.
Instead, he put his efforts into wandering aimlessly along every street in New York. So far, he had seen all there is to see twice and once again reached the conclusion that Midgard was as uninteresting as it was the first time he visited it. The people had no special powers, there were no gods or monsters to fight and he was exhausted of his constant competition with Thor. As much as he wanted to remain diligent for as long as possible, his mind always seemed to go back to the same old ideas of taking over the whole world.
It was unlike him to be so occupied in his thoughts that he nearly jumped in surprise when he felt something bump into his chest. Next thing he knew, he was laying on the curb and hot liquid was dripping from his leather jacket. The smell of strong coffee hit his nose just as the girl now lying on top of him had crashed into him. She looked up from his chest and when she saw his green eyes staring questiongly into her dark brown ones she quickly jumped into a sitting position.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I should have seen you walking towards meeting!” she exclaimed, gesturing furiously. “I wasn’t at all paying attention to where I was going. I’m in a huge rush because I’m like” she paused for a second to take a breath. Loki just now realized that she was panting, probably from running. “I’m like really late, you know. I’m so sorry again. Maybe I could buy you a new shirt? I could use one too. "She sighed and looked down at her now ruined coat.
The cup of coffee still remained in her hand, although it was perfectly empty now, it’s contents having formed massive stains onto the two people’s clothing.
"Take a breath and then talk, for God’s sake. ”
Loki wasn’t really furious or anything. His voice just naturally sounded raspy and angry. Had this happened two or three months ago while he was still in his home, he would have killed the stupid girl even before she had tripped and spilled her drink on him. But now he was so bored with his new lifestyle that even this unlucky encounter seemed somewhat appealing to him. Or maybe it was the girl he found appealing, one could never know with this kind if a man. She was, indeed, pretty attractive. She was somehow petite, not too curvy but far from flat at the same time. Her ebony hair fell over her shoulders beautifully, forming the littlest of waves on it’s way down to her waist. Her olive complexion was shouting “South European!” and her full arched eyebrows werre looking at him with such concern and embarrassment that he found this picture adoring. There was no way he was going to let her know that, though.
“Ah… Umm… I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry. "She finally said and looked down at her lap.
"I recall you already did that. Twice. "He was merciless to the poor girl.
She didn’t seem to be more than 20-something and yet her shyness was getting the best of her. Finally, she realized that they were both sitting on the pavement and people had gathered to watch them. She stood up quickly and Loki followed.
"So don’t you have a super important arrangement to attend to, Miss…?” She almost sighted in relief when he decided to spare her his tortures.
“You can just call me Cleo. It seems like I already missed my appointment so I might as well just skip it. ”
“I see. ”
“So what is your name? I have to know if I’m going to have "Please forgive me” printed on a T-shirt and sent out to your house. “
She stepped awkwardly from one foot on the other biting her lip and looking to the ground.
"I’m the God of Mischief, young lady, and I can tell easily when someone is lying. Don’t pretend you don’t know who I am.” Don’t pretend you don’t hate me, he wanted to add.
“Okay then, don’t attack me! I’m just trying to be friendly and to my belief, no one really knows someone else until they had presented themselves to them. ”
He let out a sly little laugh. This girl was something else.
“Loki of Asgard, then.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Loki of Asgard. ” Cleo finally looked up at him and for a moment he was trapped in that capturing gaze of hers. Then he returned his posture.
“Now, miss, I believe it’s high time we got these nasty-looking stains out so they don’t bother us while we have some more coffee.”
Cleo blinked not understanding but when she opened her eyes the coffee spills were gone. She blinked once more.
“But.. How?” Was all she could utter.
“That’s called magic, love. Sadly, you don’t have any of it on Midgard. ” he said this in a way which showed that he wasn’t at all sorry, but instead was boasting proudly about his abilities.
She looked confused and yet so fascinated by the numerous possibilities she could project taking place with the help of some magic. Her mind was in a whirl.
“Shall we go now?”
Cleo just nodded absent-mindedly and followed close behind him as he made his way through the crowds. Loki knew, for fact, that he had her wrapped around his finger. Now he was going to show her a world she had never even dreamt of. Little did he know, things were going to take an unexpected turn very soon.
I very occasionallt forget just how attractive Lotor is. Then I see screenshots
oK YES, I LOVE LOTOR and he does look very pretty
if Merla isn’t interested anymore I am
The fact that he always sits the same way with his head resting on his hand like that though, he always looks like he’s either plotting something or really bored lmao. he needs a nap
and his moody faces are great
and when he pilots you can tell he just really loves it!! he can fly circles around his enemies and he just lives for the thrill of it
and I love the little banter between him and his teammates?? poor Zethrid
Also, I’m pretty sure any other galra general would reprimand Ezor for “not taking her duties seriously enough” or something. Like, she calls the lions “kitties” and then instead of getting annoyed or correcting her he just follows up on her comment like it’s the most normal thing. He knows how she is and isn’t bothered by it. He seems pretty informal with his team, and I’m inclined to believe he really does see them as being like friends to some degree. Also he lets Narti hang out with his mom’s 10,000 year old cat that’s pretty neat
anyway I love the exiled space prince and his team
Hi guys! This has been in my drafts for ages and I completely forgot about it until yesterday! Hope you enjoy. :)
Plot: Harry has this one friend who loves hitting on Y/N.
Warnings: Curse words and handsy moments while dancing. Nothing smutty and nothing violent though.
There was something off about Jordan. His icy blue eyes followed my movements like a hawk observing his prey and when he noticed me staring back at him he flashed me one of his sleazy grins. He was a handsome guy, there was no denying that, but from the moment he’d been introduced to me I could sense that he simply wasn’t one to take a hint. It wasn’t even about me being too pretty and him just finding me irresistible, not by any means. It was that Jordan couldn’t bear a girl not wanting him. His brain simply couldn’t comprehend how I hadn’t fallen to his feet yet. I shuddered under his sharp eyes and shrunk further into the warmth of Harry’s side. Harry didn’t look at me but responded by resting his arm around my shoulders and leaning his head against mine momentarily while chuckling along to one of Nick’s jokes, giving me comfort without having even noticed that I needed it. My eyes found Jordan’s once more and my heart dropped when he was still grinning, wider this time and with his brows raised. Almost as if he was trying to say that he accepted the challenge.
Harry laughed loudly, squeezing me to him and I straightened my posture staring back at Jordan confidently. My hand rested on Harry’s chest, the other arm wrapped around his back and my temple leaned against his arm. I was saying something back clearly. The only reason I was here was Harry and Jordan could fuck off.
It was a friday night what naturally meant that Harry wanted to go out. From the moment I opened the door for him to enter my apartment he’d been talking about nothing else other than this bar which had only just opened in East London. Thanks to his ever charming soul he’d become friends with the owner and owned one of the few invitations to the opening party tonight.
“You’ve got to come with me,” Harry insisted, “Nick and Jordan are coming, too.”
“Sounds like a guy’s night out then,” I murmured, trying to decline his proposal as nicely as I could, “I don’t think I should intervene, Harry.”
“As if you’d intervene,” Harry said quickly, rolling his eyes as if I was being completely absurd, “You couldn’t possibly. C'mon, love, you’ve got to!”
Honestly, a night out with Harry sounded perfect. I loved seeing him dance, hearing him sing and laughing along to all of the silly puns tipsy Harry could come up with. We had spent many fun nights out together, starting with him helping me choose a dress and me painting his nails and ending with the both of us dropping on either his or my bed, too drunk to care about sleeping in our cloths and in each other’s arms. Harry was the best company and every moment I got to spend with him was one I treasured. I didn’t like having to avoid Harry in order to avoid Jordan, but he’d already invited him and no matter my feelings for Harry, his friend truly was the last person I wanted to spend my night with. But at the same time… ugh. I groaned and let my head fall back onto the couch, turning to look at Harry who was sprawled out next to me. He wore a hopeful look, his sparkling eyes wide and his lips set in a pout.
“Please,” he whined, “Nick’s been bugging me by calling you ‘Harry’s best friend who never turns up’ and he’s kinda right with it.”
“Oh shut up,” I laughed.
He rolled onto his side and began pulling at my arm, making me lay down as well so we were both facing each other. I hummed when his hand found mine so he could move his thumb over my palm in a soothing motion and I smiled at him lovingly, enjoying to just be able to appreciate him without him noticing, his gaze set on my fingers. His forehead was furrowed and his lips still in a pout, his expression resembling the one of a little boy who failed to understand something.
“We don’t even have to stay long,” Harry mumbled, focus still on my hand, “let’s just go, please.”
“Ugh,” I groaned and let my head drop against his shoulder in defeat, “fine.”
“Yehi!” Harry cheered, surprising me by jumping up with a sudden energy bolt and he threw himself onto my body, not caring one bit that his weight was crushing me.
His lips met the skin of my cheek in a loud kiss and I grimaced, batting his face away while laughing.
“It’s going to be great, you’ll see,” Harry promised, his cheeks stretched in a wide and confident grin.
I smiled and chuckled at how happy and cheery Harry was all of a sudden, but at the same time I couldn’t help a tiny pang of guilt in my tummy. He was thrilled to be going out and looked forward to spending the night with his friends and all I could think about was how this meant I would practically be exposed for Jordan to ogle me all night, silently undressing me with his eyes. I watched Harry laugh as he went on with a story Jeff had told him and I wrapped my arms around his chest, cuddling into his side and I made a point of humming whenever it fit, letting him know that I was listening. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be all bad, I thought as I noticed the crinkles around his eyes and breathed in his familiar smell. After all, I wouldn’t be alone.
The alcoholic liquid left a heavy taste on my tongue and wrapped my head in a cloudy daze making me dizzy momentarily. My throat burned and I mentally cursed Harry for making me engage in his stupid drinking games. Still, I set the empty glass down only seconds after Harry smashed his own onto the countertop, scoring in second. Harry cheered and let his dimples show when he grinned widely and he held out his hand to high five me just when Jordan and Nick finished their shots too.
“I’d say we all know who’s the winner,” Harry announced proudly with a drop of tequila running down his chin and Nick rolled his eyes.
The bar was as crowded as I had expected it to be on a friday night, causing people to stumble into me whenever someone tried to reach the bar. The music was loud and everyone around us was dancing and laughing, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of the building. So far Harry had been right, at least up until a few minutes ago. We’d been drinking good drinks and my tummy ached from laughing so hard at his stupid jokes, so it was hard to deny I was having fun. The best thing was that Jordan hung out with a group of girls for most of the night so far, only joining us minutes ago when he was done bathing in the girl’s attention. I’d lowered my gaze under Jordan’s watchful eyes and had hoped he’d just leave again. Harry had stayed oblivious to me scooting a little closer to him and so had Nick. Only Jordan had noticed and his eyes had narrowed, never letting me out of sight.
“Such a show off, Styles,” Nick laughed and playfully pushed Harry by his shoulder, “Your victory was a close call between you and your bestie over there so don’t get too cocky.”
“I’m aware,” Harry laughed and send me a proud smile.
I giggled and shrugged, fist-pumping Harry. He looked incredibly handsome, especially with the newly gained growth of his hair, the stubborn curls already fighting their way back. I knew he missed the length of his hair, but I secretly loved the short strands crowning his head. They were less likely to shield his pretty face from my view. Though I admired him for his effortless attractiveness, it bugged me how he could pull off anything and looked good even with his typical jeans and dad-shirt look. Everything suited him, which was surely caused by his confidence.
“But that’s on me, too,” Harry continued proudly, pushing our used shot glasses together so he could pick them all up in both of his massively big hands, “Who do you think taught her?”
Nick raised both arms with a laugh and looked at me for confirmation. A giggle fell from my mouth at the memory of Harry spending the night at my place many months ago, the counter of my kitchen littered with shot glasses and different spirit bottles as he lectured me on how it was my tongue’s fault that I couldn’t do it right. He’d even argued that the muscle in my mouth must have been to big and that I’d need to move it to the side more. The result of me trying had been a stained shirt and wet chest and of course a laughing Harry, but at least I was good at it now.
“S'true,” I agreed, “You won’t admit it but your instructions only worked 'cause I’m a talented student.”
Harry laughed. “Oh, so my teaching skills are shit, then? S'that what you’re trying to tell me?”
I was about to reply when Jordan’s rough voice interrupted us in a snarl, “Jesus Christ we get it. You guys are fucking each other just stop bullshitting us.”
He rolled his eyes, no humor in his expression and he seemed as if he was completely done with Harry and me. I shook my head and wanted to bite something back, but reconsidered and stayed silent. Harry had been so excited to spend time with his friends, I didn’t want to ruin it by starting a fight.
“Oh, piss off, Jordan,” Harry scoffed with a laugh.
“Oi,” Nick called, raising his brows at me with a teasing grin on his face, “What did I miss?”
He looked at me expectantly as if I was about to tell him the greatest story he’d ever heard. I gave him a playful push back.
“You guys,” I began, “are assholes.”
Harry chuckled, shaking his head, “I’ll get us another round.”
He nodded to the other end of the bar where all of the bartenders were gathered and turned to walk towards it, taking the glasses with him. How the hell could he fit them all in both of his hands? Thinking the same, Nick was quick to offer help and so he was gone and after Harry before I could beg him to stay. Well… fuck. I was left in the exact situation I’d hoped I wouldn’t be in, one I’d dreaded so much it had made me want to avoid coming here in the first place. Already I could feel Jordan’s creepy vibe on me almost like a haze covering my body and my skin prickled. Silently I climbed to sit on Harry’s barstool, hoping to get away with distracting myself by my phone and to avoid any conversation with the unpleasant guy until my friends returned.
Jordan seemed to have other plans.
“You’re ignoring me now?” Jordan laughed mockingly, “Really? That’s ridiculous of you, doll.”
I tensed at the nickname and bit the inside of my cheek, then I turned off my phone and met Jordan’s eyes. You’re a prick, my head screamed at him and my hands clenched in need to smack his stupid grin off his face.
“How about we just wait in silent for Nick and Harry to come back?” I asked, my voice surprising me with a lot more confidence than I’d anticipated.
Jordan laughed once more, throwing his head back. “Well, I’m a rather vocal guy. You’d know if you’d quit playing hard to get and just give in to me.”
I visibly cringed and jerked back from the guy when he scooted closer, leaning into me so there were only few centimeters separating us. He picked up the abandoned beer bottle he’d been sipping on throughout the night and took two more gulps, allowing his eyes to stay fixated on me. Again he resembled so much a hawk who had found his prey of choice and was not going to stop before he got it.
“So,” He began, voice now sweet like honey, “You’re hooking up with him now, huh?”
I but my lip at the mention of Harry and shrugged his words off with a muttered “no”, raising my head to search for Nick and Harry in the crowd, hoping to see them on their way back. Unfortunately they hadn’t even reached the bartenders yet and when I looked back at Jordan, I could tell we were thinking the same thing. I’d be alone for a while with no one coming to save me.
“Looks like they’re going to be gone for quite a bit,” Jordan commented and he grinned at me, exposing his perfectly white teeth, “would be a shame if we just sat here moping, wouldn’t it?”
“I’m good,” I replied calmly, hoping he would let it go which of course he didn’t.
Jordan stepped closer, titled his head to the side and looked at me closely, similar to how a costumer checks the meat at the butcher’s when selecting what to have. My breath hitched when his fingers rested on my knee and he chuckled, moving them in a scratching motion and squeezing every now and again, making sure he prevented me from moving away. His tongue slipped out, wetting his lips and I pushed his hand away forcefully, only for him to grasp my wrist.
“C'mon,” he announced, pulling me from the stool and to my feet in a swift yank, “If Harry can teach you how to drink with a man, I’ll show you how to dance with one.”
Waiting for an answer or my consent seemed to be a waste of time to him and before I could react he’d pulled me off my stool and away from the bar. Soon we were surrounded by sweating and moving bodies, the music over here so loud I could feel the beat drum through my body. Jordan pulled me further and deeper into the crowd of humping people until he seemed satisfied with our location, far away from the counter to which Harry would return to soon. Jordan came to a swift halt and turned around to face me, releasing my wrist but encircling my waist so quickly I couldn’t move away. His arms tightened and he hummed, pulling me into his body so my chest was pressed against his. My hands settled onto his waist and I tried to push him off with as much strength as I could muster, yet I failed. His skin was hot and sweaty beneath my fingertips and I shuddered upon feeling his breath at my throat when he leaned in. His head pressed against mine and his fingers squeezed my hips.
“Jordan,” I urged into his ear, “let me go.”
Panic started to crawl through every vein of my body until I went rigid and my skin was littered with goosebumps. My throat was dry and all my brain screamed at me to do was to get out of the situation, to run away and hide from this gross man. Only how? His hold on me was too forceful and tight I had no chance of fighting him off. The only people who could help me were Harry and Nick and they had no idea where I was and would surely not be able to spot me in the sea of people either. Ignoring my request, Jordan grabbed my hips tighter, his hold almost bruising and I gasped in shock when he began to move his own hips forward in a rough thrust, allowing our crotches to meet. I squealed and flinched back immediately, only to be pulled forward and held against Jordan’s body.
“C'mon, babe,” he laughed and repeated the movement of his hips, “Bet you’d let Harry have a go, huh? Why not me? S'it 'cause I’m not as rich as him? Or famous? Trust me babe, I can show you a better time, you’ll see.”
My stomach sunk and I shook my head. Unwanted tears shot to my eyes and spilled over when he moved both arms so he could rest his hands on my back, pushing me against his own body and moving me so I was forced to dance with him. He treated me like I was a doll and that sickened me more than anything.
“Let go,” I demanded, my voice now nothing more than a weak whimper, “You’re hurting me.”
To my great luck one of the girls dancing around us slipped in that moment and tumbled into Jordan, catching him off guard and knocking him right off of me. His arms loosened and I took my chance to push them away before fighting my way through the mass of people and away from him as fast as I my feet could carry me. I didn’t care how ridiculous I must have looked and didn’t stop until my eyes landed on the familiar and comforting sight of Harry and Nick standing at the bar where they’d expected me to wait for them. Neither of them saw me coming and when Harry looked up I had already thrown myself at him, embracing his shoulders tightly.
“Wow,” Harry laughed and Nick chuckled, but I didn’t react and only pushed my face closer into Harry’s warm neck in an attempt at shutting everything around me out.
My body was still trembling and I swallowed repeatedly to keep stop crying. Only now did it truly sink in how forceful Jordan’s hands had been as I felt his hold on my skin as if it was still there. The skin tingled and burned. Surprised by my sudden neediness Harry wrapped his arms around me loosely and leaned his head against mine, allowing his nose to run along my cheek. With him it didn’t feel threatening or harsh, quite the opposite. With simple touches and without intending it, Harry calmed my distraught emotions.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked with a gentle hum, amusement clear in his tone.
I just shook my head and loosened my hold on him reluctantly, only enough to not be strangling him. Harry pulled me into his side and held me there, smiling down at me with warmth in his green orbs.
“Where were you anyway?” Nick chuckled in, “We go get drinks for you guys and you reward us by disappearing.”
“There she is!”
Jordan’s voice roared from my right and I whimpered quietly, scooting further into Harry’s arms and away from Jordan. My head turned into his direction and I caught him staring at me with piercing eyes.
“Back with your lover,” he spoke in a chuckle, shaking his head, “fucking perfect.”
My face burned and I clenched my hands into fists. “Go fuck yourself, Jordan.”
Nick’s eyes widened at my sudden outburst and raised voice and he stepped closer. I could feel Harry’s fingers curl against my bare back, yet he didn’t loosen his hold. Instead he turned his body so he was facing Jordan as well and when I looked up his jaw was set and his eyes narrow, yet not at me but at Jordan.
“You guys what is going on?” Nick demanded to know.
Jordan faced Harry’s hard stare. “Have fun with her, I’m done.”
“Excuse me?” Harry demanded perplexed, though I could hear a hint of anger and his body froze.
I let my hand drop and rest against Harry’s chest, earning his attention and shaking my head at him. “Leave it.”
Jordan sighed exasperatedly and rolled his eyes once more. “I need a drink. Let me know when you’re done gawking at each other.”
He stormed off before either of us had a chance to reply. Nick turned to me and Harry let go of his hold so he could look at me as well. Their expression said the same. What on earth had just happened?
“Bloody hell,” Nick blurted, “What was that all about?”
My cheeks still burned and I closed my eyes, brushing against the heated skin of my face as I tried to collect my thoughts and form a proper sentence, one that wouldn’t send Harry off and after Jordan.
“We danced,” I began timidly.
“Yeah, we figured that much,” Nick nodded, “And? What set him off? Your lack of sense for rhythm?”
“Nick,” Harry barked and the smile faded on Nick’s face, slowly realizing the seriousness of the situation.
“Well,” I cleared my throat, “I didn’t exactly want to dance. He sort of made me and I got really uncomfortable after he wouldn’t let go and once he did I came back here. That must have pissed him off.”
“He made you dance?” Harry inquired, his eyes hardened and he held his breath, “How?”
I looked at him hesitantly and bit my lip. There was no easy or harmless way of saying this so I stayed silent all together. Honestly, I felt bad. Though Jordan hadn’t been part of Harry’s friendship group for long, I knew he liked him and me having a problem with Jordan would complicate things. Harry’s tongue slipped out, wetting his lips. Suddenly his attention fell down to where his hand had subconsciously taken ahold of my wrist. Something in his expression changed and my chest felt tight. Harry’s worried gaze met mine momentarily, then he raised my arm up so he could get a closer look of my skin. One glance sufficed.
Harry’s fingers interlocked with mine and he gave them a gentle squeeze, his eyes full of sudden sadness and set on my face, silently communicating that he was sorry. My eyes watered and I bit the inside of my cheek, my own fingers squeezing his hand reassuringly. It wasn’t Harry’s fault.
“I’m going to kill him,” Harry promised me, voice stern and his eyes wide, “I promise.”
“Wha-” Nick began but Harry interrupted him.
“Her wrist is red, Nick! That’ll bruise for sure! Where else did he touch you, Y/N? Does it hurt?”
“Maybe my hip,” I replied hesitantly, tightening my grip on his hand.
A small noise left Harry’s mouth and he responded by wrapping me into a hug.
“I’m so sorry,” he repeated quietly into my ear, his breath tickling my neck.
“And that was Jordan?” Nick asked form behind me, “I never knew he was such a prick.”
“I did,” I muttered into Harry’s chest, my words quiet but he heard.
Harry’s hands set on my ribs and he slowly pushed me off, careful to be tender. When my eyes met his I shuddered. He looked incredibly angry.
“Are you saying he’s done that before?” Harry growled.
“No,” I replied quickly, “But… he’d stare. Longer than he needed to and especially when I’m with you he wouldn’t stop. And whenever you guys would leave he’d make stupid innuendos.”
Harry shook his head, sighing and closing his eyes momentarily. “I should have noticed.”
A frown took over his face and he pouted, adapting his child-like look and I couldn’t fight the smile from crawling onto my face. I reached out one hand and squeezed his arm.
“Don’t be silly, Harry.”
Nick watched us observantly and nodded. “He’s right though. We should have payed more attention. And I was the one who brought him around for the first time, too. I’m sorry.”
“Wait 'till I get my fingers on him,” Harry promised, his eyes fierce as they locked with mine, “He has no right to so much as think of you in that way, let alone touch you. I won’t have it.”
His head shot up and his eyes searched for Jordan’s face. I shook my head and stepped closer to him, raising both hands to his cheeks so I could guide his head and force him to look at me.
“Harry, leave it, okay?” I spoke sternly, “Please. I’m fine, I swear.”
“Fine?” Harry barked, “Your skin is red! Because of him! Y/N if you think I will just stand by while some dick mistreats you then you’re wrong. I will-”
“No, you won’t,” I interrupted, “It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s gone. And in the future you’ll know not to leave me alone with him.”
“As if I’d let him near you again.” Harry rolled his eyes and shot Nick a warning look when he began to quietly laugh behind us.
“Jesus, Harry. Don’t go all caveman on us.”
I turned to look back at Nick and smiled at his big grinned expression. My hands moved down Harry’s arms and I let one of them linger and grasp Harry’s fingers. Nick noticed my action and his face lighted up.
“Let me deal with Jordan,” he proposed, looking at Harry, “And you take your girl home, yeah?”
Harry shifted his weight from foot to foot and raised a brow at his friend, then he sighed and let this thumb caress my wrist.
“You tell him to never come around us again,” Harry commanded sternly, but something in his tone had changed and I could sense that he was calmer now, “Or else I’ll fucking ruin him.”
“Want me to quote you on that?” Nick laughed but nodded, then he leaned in to kiss my cheek softly before making his way into the direction Jordan had taken earlier.
Harry looked after him with almost an envious expression and I clenched my fingers around him, trying to get his attention back.
“Please,” I quietly begged, “Just take me home.”
My eyes pleaded with his and Harry bit harshly into his pink bottom lip. He sighed and frowned at me, saying: “Are you sure that you don’t want me to go after him?”
“Yes,” I answered without a pause for a thought, “Please.”
Harry’s hand felt good in my own, this I had to admit. He was warm, soft and knew without me having to say when I needed him to hold on tighter. We’d slipped out of the club without saying goodbye to any of the people who’d recognized Harry and had hurried to catch a cab on the busy Londoner street, which lucky for us wasn’t difficult. On the backseat was where I’d allowed myself to drop any of the boundaries I normally lived by when I was in public with Harry and instead had crawled into him without hesitating first. And he’d welcomed it. Harry’s hands had settled onto my hips and he’d leaned in to cuddle his head into my neck while I’d led my face bury itself in his chest to breathe him in.
“I’m sorry,” Harry had whispered, “You’re the most important person to me. I should have sensed that something was wrong.”
I’d shaken my head against him. “I should have said something.”
Shortly after our messy car ride we were stood in front of my home, still holding on to each other’s fingers and without any sign of letting the other go. Harry’s head was held low and I noticed how he turned my hand around so he could look at it closely. A huff fell from his lips and I shook my head.
“Don’t freak out again, please?” I asked quietly, “It’ll be okay.”
I wasn’t as shaken up about the incident anymore, Harry’s comforting nature having its usual calming effect on me. There was no denying that I had been in danger tonight with Jordan’s endless game having reached its peak but it was over now and given Harry’s reaction to his friend’s lack of manners I was sure Jordan wouldn’t be a problem any longer. Maybe I should have gone to find the girl who’d saved me by stumbling just in time. The feeling of Harry’s mouth meeting my cheek in a tender kiss brought me back to the present and I smiled widely, humming when he let his cheek rest against my own. His eyes were squeezed shut and his hands found my waist, pulling me into his body. I breathed in his familiar scent and relaxed against him, loving to finally have him to myself.
“We should tell them,” Harry began quietly.
“Do you really think that would have stopped Jordan?” I asked with raised brows, moving back so I could look at him properly, “He’s been suspecting that there was something going on between us for ages now anyway.”
My hands took hold of his shirt’s collar and I allowed my fingers to scratch his neck.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Fucking hell. The way he kept running his mouth tonight I already thought Nick was actually going to believe him. Wanted to punch him even before you told me about what he did.”
“Don’t you think he’d rub it into our faces even more if he knew he was right all along?”
“Hm,” Harry shrugged, leaning his body into mine, making me giggle, “So you think we should just continue to hide our relationship?”
His palm cradled my face and he leaned in to connect our lips in a quick and tender kiss catching me off guard in the best way possible. He didn’t allow his mouth to linger but pulled back and looked at me with pleading eyes.
“I want them to know, Y/N,” Harry begged quietly, “Hate worrying 'bout some bloke trying something the moment I turn around 'cause he thinks you’re still single.”
I shrugged in his hold and gently scratched his chin, “I’m all for telling our friends, my love.”
My lips met the corner of his lips and I smiled softly. “But don’t feel like you have to. It’s really only been Jordan who’d behaved like a dick to me. All your other friends are fine.”
“Well, good to know,” Harry chuckled, pressing a kiss to my jaw, “Seriously though I want people to be aware of you and me dating. Maybe not the media, but at least our friends.
"They’ll never shut their mouths about it,” I predicted, wrapping both arms around Harry’s neck.
He shook his head and let his arms sneak around me and I laughed softly when he began to sway us slowly. He was so beautiful, I thought. How could Jordan ever think he’d stand a chance compared to the amazing and wonderful man in my arms? Harry kissed my shoulder, chuckling when I squealed under the tickling feeling of his hair against my skin.
“We’re just two friends,” he began quietly, “who fell in love with each other.”
New series! Ahhhh I hope you like this, it took me a while and I just hope it was all worth it :’) I was gonna do Hansol first but then Yuta got the most votes out of all the members at the time so I changed sorry :’) Tell me what you think about this series and I feel you’re interested in more members :)
Hi! I really like your blog! And I request if that's okay! Can you write the reactions that the RFA would have when they see that MC doesn't have a limbs. And mc never told them because "you guys never asked". Thank you!!
I’m not too sure what you mean by “doesn’t have a limbs” (any limbs? a limb?) so I’m just going to go with amputee MC who’s missing an arm ^^; Note: MC’s prosthetic is smth like Kaitlyn Dobrow’s if you’re wondering. Her channel is rad as heck so check iT OUT
The moment he set eyes on you, he tears up and you’re like “??!!??”
“I didn’t know… But it’s okay!!! I think you’re still really pretty. And your arm looks cool…” A sniffle, then: “Did you not tell us because… you felt self-conscious…?”
In truth, he usually feels pretty damn insecure about himself after hanging around wealthy, talented and attractive people all day. His insecurities suddenly looks super small compared to what you must have to deal with, though. So he prepares this entire speech inside his head and you’re like:
“Oh it just didn’t occur to me to tell you guys. You never asked haha.” And goes on smiling, radiating confidence and beauty and grace and boi he’s smi t t en. He goes on crying, the speech turning into some babble about his fears and how he admires your ability to go through life being chill af. You hug him lots tbh pls hug him lots he trie s hi s b est
She doesn’t comment on it at first, trying to Play It Cool. But you can tell she has questions and often acts awkwardly because she isn’t sure how to approach it. So you casually bring it up in a joking manner.
“Can you open the jam jar for me? Metal hands sucks at lids.”
She rushes over immediately and the moment the jar lid pops open, the questions comes flowing. “Does it hurt? What happened? If you don’t mind me asking!! You don’t have to reply, of course… Is it alright if I hug you like this? How about like this? Does it get in the way when I do this?” Jaehee pls how are you gonna reply if she doesn’t stop talki n g
She listens to your answers with no judgement, only curiosity. Her eyes lights up with love and adoration with every passing moment as she grows to understand you more. There’s still some sadness in her though, wishing that she could do more for you even after you reassures her that you are mostly content with how things are.
He smiles naturally when he greets you and treats you like a princess. Sweet words and pet names flow like honey from his lips and you soak it all up. For the first time, you feel truly precious, though you do wonder if he’s only so calm because he’s an actor.
The first comment he makes on your arm is: “Can I sign my name on it?”
It’s followed by a bit of flustered rambling. “Y’know, like, with a sharpie? When I had a cast on my leg a lot of people wanted to sign it— of course, I’m not saying that it’s the same thing I just… Is this a dumb question?” You manage to assure him that he’s fine, and laughed. A lot. Poor boy doesn’t know what to do with himself. You ask him why he doesn’t seem surprised with your arm even though you forgot to tell everyone and he blushed.
“It’s not that… I am surprised. And I want to ask you a lot of questions but I don’t want it to get in the way of our first meeting, you know? I wanted this to be perfect.”
He does know quite a lot about disabilities, given that his best friend is currently blind and he has had experience with customers/clients/employees who are disabled before. So there isn’t any awkwardness when you two meet, and you soon realise that his protectiveness has nothing to do with your missing arm.
“Jumin, It’s fine. I’m safe. I’ll call you as soon as I get home, alright?” It’s only then that he glances at your prosthetic.
“Alright. However, I do wish you’d wear the dress for the party. You’d look stunning in it. And…” He pulls out a box, opens it and presents it to you. In it is an arm that ooks like it has been meticulously designed by a team of artists, not a hospital. A piece of royalty— emerald green highlighted by gold, carved into the shape of a shoulder guard that looks like it should belong to a medieval armour. And, you’d later find, it fits you perfectly.
“I contacted your doctor for guidance.” He says with a light shrug, cheeks dusted a light pink. He luvs u lots
O boi he does n o t get a nice reveal.
You have been using one of your more realistic prosthetics so he never noticed from the cameras. And he mostly stays out of your medical documents out of respect for your privacy, only paying attention to your criminal records and schooling when doing your background check. His reveal comes midway through your scuffle with Unknown— a sharp yank and a faulty clasp results in your arm literally ripping off your body.
You’ve never seen someone so shocked and genuinely horrified before.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He jumps straight to the point after the danger has passed and you could see leftover panic shaking his entire frame. Your reason dies in your throat— you’ve honestly just forgotten and scared him half to death because of it. Tears started to fall from under his glasses, thoughts racing faster than his heartbeat of what he could’ve and should’ve done, but never did to ensure your safety. “Do you know how much danger you were in? If he had known before I did, he could have taken advantage of that. He c-could have taken you.”
“I—… I’m so sorry.” o no ur crying too :c
He halts in his pacing, stuttering breaths calming down as he looks at you. No, the only one to blame is him and his incompetence. “I’m sorry I—” He wilts. “I shouldn’t have yelled. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
author’s note: this idea came to me when i was thinking of an old drabble i wrote for haikyuu!! heh, i hope this was ok!
There’s only one rule to life: Never piss Yoo Kihyun off.
Let’s repeat that once more. Never piss Yoo Kihyun, the pink-haired bastard -ahem- hamster off. Especially if you want to get one measly thing like the desired roommate.
Rule #2: Always make sure there’s water in the ramen before you ever shove into the microwave.
Because somehow, unbeknownst to you, Jooheon managed to do both things though the former still remains to be the biggest mystery. You try not to ask why, not that it bothers you as much as you figured it would’ve in the first place. It’s been working out, living with him though he has his moments where you’re not sure what to say or even do. Not out of genuine, heart-clenching fear, but the kind of heart-clenching fear that leaves you in not only wonder but restlessness.
Lee Jooheon’s quite attractive, you’ll admit. He looks pretty terrifying when he has a set jaw and an unreadable expression washed over his features, but the majority of the time you’ve seen him donning a shower cap (he made you promise to say nothing of it), a smile curved on his lips, and dammit, his proximity a lot closer than you ever anticipate. You actually kind of miss the time when he avoided you for a day and a half straight after catching him with a loofah and a very familiar tune to “What Makes You Beautiful” playing in the background though (again) you’re sworn to secrecy that this event never makes it out of the apartment ever. Regardless, it’s all too undeniable that you enjoy your time with your newfound roommate, even find yourself awaiting a new day, wondering what sight you’ll see then.
If there was anything Peter hated, it was paparazzi. Unfortunately,
as the Chief Financial Officer of Hale Enterprise, it wasn’t often he found
himself able to avoid them. The little vultures were always circling, trying to
snag a prize deal or secret affair before Hale Enterprise deigned to officially
release a statement. The Hales ran a tight ship, however, and all employees
down to the intern level were aware of the repercussions of leaking
information, immediate termination the least of their concerns. He honestly
didn’t know why the paparazzi even bothered, though they did occasionally have
some low-level employees chance it for fifteen minutes of fame. They always
He sighed, trying to keep the scowl off his face. Meetings
had been hell today, he had piles of work on his desk, the quarterly review
before the Board was scheduled for the following Monday and his incompetent staff
had yet to get him all of the reports from their southern branches. Talia had been
especially annoying of late, trying to get him to commit to some family outing
or something, and now that he’d managed to get five minutes to himself by going
on his nightly run, there was some paparazzi idiot walking towards him with a
To his defense, Peter supposed the young man didn’t look
like he wanted to be there any more than Peter himself wanted to be there. He
held his camera loosely in one hand, not at all prepared for a snapshot, and
had a distinctively nervous look about his admittedly attractive face. Peter
was prepared to utilize his well-known cruel tongue though if he so much as twitched
towards putting the camera in his face.
“Hi, Mr. Hale? I’m really sorry about this. I work for GF Pictures
and my boss pretty much told me to get your picture or jump in a lake. I’m not really
into taking someone’s picture without their consent though, so I wanted to ask
if you’d be willing to let me take a couple shots?” He looked a little hopeful,
but mostly defeated as he asked. After all, it was pretty much common knowledge
that of all the Hales, you definitely did not want to get on the bad side of
Peter’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of article is your boss
trying to put together?” He could be civil if the other man was willing to
extend the same courtesy.
He shuffled his feet. “He said it’s about the Hale family’s
rise to power, since you guys just had that big merger where you bought out
that productions company. He’s already got a picture of your sister, her
husband, and her three eldest, but he said he needed your picture too before it
could go to print. And apparently it’s set to go to print tomorrow.”
“Fine, I guess one picture won’t hurt,” Peter grumbled, “but
I will be looking into the story when it’s published and that better be the
angle you’re going.”
The man’s eyes widened in disbelief before he nodded enthusiastically.
“Yes, of course, definitely. Thank you! You’re totally saving me!”
Peter waved it off, posing to look more casual and less staged
as the man clicked a few shots. After a moment, he finished, smiling delightedly.
“Really, thank you, Mr. Hale. I know you probably didn’t
feel like dealing with paparazzi today—or any day honestly—and you obviously
didn’t have to let me take some pictures, so I appreciate it.”
Peter nodded. “Thank you for asking, I guess.”
The man shook his head. “You shouldn’t have to thank me for
treating you like a human being with a normal level of respect, but I get it. I
hope you have a great day, Mr. Hale!”
Peter smirked at that response. “Yes, you too, Mr. …?”
The man blushed, ruffling his already messy hair with the
hand not holding his camera. “Uh, Stiles. Stilinski. I go by Stiles though.”
Peter hummed. What a curious name. “Goodnight then, Stiles.”
Stiles waved cheerfully, jogging back the way he’d came
looking much lighter. Peter rolled his eyes, going back onto his run and making
a mental note to look into GF Pictures tomorrow.
Turns out, Stiles’ story was really about what he said it
was and the next day it dropped at two p.m. sharp, pictures of all the Hale
family included. It was a mostly neutral article, though there was a little bit
of a lean towards favoring the Hales. They had their facts straight and left
the speculation to a minimum, which was preferable. Peter exited out of the
article after passing his judgment and decided to put the whole thing behind
him, getting back to chewing out his staff until their produced him the appropriate
Honestly, he didn’t think about Stiles again until three
weeks later. He and Laura had just gotten lunch to catch up on something
besides work and they were trying to get back in their vehicle, their bodyguards
blocking the way as best they could, when Laura tripped on her ridiculous heels
and ripped her dress. The bodyguards had their hands full with trying to keep
the crowds back and Peter could already see the magazines features headlines
for this fashion faux pas as he moved to try and block the crowds from getting
pictures of her fall.
“God, people are dicks,” a voice grumbled as another body
stepped up and blocked the cameras, sliding out of a plaid over-shirt and
sheepishly handing it over to Laura to cover herself. He had a camera around
his neck but wasn’t touching it, instead looking genuinely apologetic. “Are you
“Yes, thank you,” Laura bit off tersely, accepting the shirt
“Stiles,” Peter greeted. Both the man and his niece looked
at him in surprise.
“You know him?”
“You remember me?”
Peter smirked. “Of course I remember the only photographer
who was ever polite enough to ask before taking my picture. Glad to see your
manners remain true.”
Stiles blushed, shuffling awkwardly while Laura lost some of
“Oh. Well thank you, Stiles,” Laura repeated, now smiling
Stiles nodded, licking his lips before smiling hesitantly. “No
problem. I mean, you guys are people too. Sorry about your dress,” he gestured
jerkily before blushing darker.
Peter chuckled. “Here,” he said, handing over a card from his
breast pocket. “We have to be leaving, but why don’t you call and set up an
interview for one day next week? I’ll let my assistant know to let you through
and we can get you something for an article for your agency.”
Stiles eyes widened in absolute disbelief as he took the
card, almost like he thought it would burst into flames as his touch.
“Oh my god, yes, thank you, of course, oh holy Jesus on a
cracker,” he exclaimed in one quick breath.
Laura giggled. “Well we really have to go, but please make
sure to give Uncle Peter a call. I’ll return your shirt when you come for the
Stiles nodded numbly. “Yeah, sure. Thank you again.”
Peter smiled, slipping into the car beside Laura. “See you
soon,” he offered just as the door closed.
A/N: I decided to write something a little less serious for a change! The smut turned out a little longer than I expected it to, which is also why the story turned out so close to 9k :) I am so thankful for minyoongiish who proofread this entire piece <3 Hope you enjoy~
If you had the ability to turn back time, you wouldn’t even hesitate to use it in this moment.
“Y/N?” The voice on the other end of the telephone asks. “Something the matter?”
“Oh no,” you mumble. “Fuck.” With one finger, you frantically tap the screen, desperately clinging to the hope that this is still in your hands, that you can still turns this around for the better.
Jimin’s voice sounds both curious and irritated at the same time when he speaks again. “What did you do this time? Did you put your keys in the freezer again?”
You can’t even be mad at his terribly timed comment that you’d normally be very offended about. All you do is curse softly, reading the simple message you sent like it’s a death wish.
You: Hey :) [sent 11:27am]
“Jimin!“ you exclaim, and are rewarded with a startled gasp.
"Yeesh, don’t scare me like that!” He lets out a sigh. “Stop acting all mysterious and just tell me what’s going on.”
You tap the screen again, despite knowing that it won’t help now if it didn’t help last time. A nervous gasp leaves your mouth as you turn your attention to the call. “How the fuck do I delete a message?”
Because of the GB akatsuki boob post, can I ask for what type of boobs do the akatsuki prefer.
He doesn’t care what size breast there is, but if he had to choose, a more “normal” size, like a range from B-D is nice for him.
Hidan loves curves. Big tits all the way are his favourite boobs, but he’ll take any type of boob as long as it’s grab-able.
He likes smaller breasts honestly. No reason as to why, he just does.
She actually likes smaller boobs, they have this certain cuteness about them that she loves.
Bigger boobs. He’s not cruel like Sasori where they’re back breakers, he knows they have to be a pain. D cups or DD cups are nice, but he’s not picky with breast size.
He likes big breasts. Like- bigger than Hidan most of the time. He’s pretty picky with his breast size, the smallest he likes to take is a D cup, anything above that is great though. I’m looking at you, you poor souls with back-breaking boobs.
He likes a more “normal” size. He likes average, idk why. Around a C cup is good for him.
He legitimately has no preference on breast size here. Like- he’s never been able to choose what size is good for him. He’s an opportunist, he’ll take whatever’s given to him and he’s happy at that.
He honestly likes bigger breasts, he thinks they’re attractive and fun to play with, but the women he normally is attracted to have small breasts so he’s a confused little pupper.
Smaller breasts are nice, they’re normally perky and he likes perky breasts.
(Shameless plug for my fic Hello Detective, but here’s a link to Chapter 1 if you haven’t started it yet!)
Enjoy! Requests are open but they will take time!
“Lestrade! Where is it?” Sherlock yelled, approaching Lestrade at the home of the latest crime scene.
“I haven’t had a decent case in a month, I hope this is a good one.” He said, walking beside him up the stairs to where he presumed the body was.
“Well, about that…” Lestrade began, cautiously.
“What?” Sherlock stopped, a serious tone to his voice.
“Well, we’ve already solved it…” Lestrade said and Sherlock laughed, then he realized Lestrade was being serious.
“You’re joking. Tell me you’re joking. How the hell could you have solved it? Your text said you’ve never seen anything like this.” Sherlock argued in disbelief.
“Yes, well we hadn’t but I just hired this new detective from Sheffield and they solved it.” He explained as they arrived at the scene of the crime, detectives and forensics milling around.
“Well who the hell is he?” Sherlock asked rudely.
“She.” You corrected, now standing in front of the two. Looking the man up and down, your hands resting on your hips.
“Sherlock Holmes, this is our newest Sergeant, (Y/N) (L/N).” You shook his hand but you could tell he was angry and maybe slightly jealous.
“Nice to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you. Sorry to have wasted your time, I don’t think you’ll be needed here.” You explained, he looked nothing like you pictured him. He was taller, and thinner, with better hair and brighter eyes. Actually he was pretty attractive.
“Is that so? And you’re confident that your conclusion is correct?” He questioned. Ok, attractive, and an asshole.
“Always.” You answered back with the same snap he had given you.
“I see, then you wouldn’t mind walking me through it, just to make sure?” He spoke as if he couldn’t wait to prove you wrong.
“Not at all. Tim Leng, yoga teacher, was found by his flatmate Scott Bevan in the bath, though he didn’t drown.” You pointed to the bath as you walked into the small room, Sherlock following you.
“No? Then what was the cause of death?” Sherlock asked, squinting around the scene.
“Asphyxiation, and the door was locked. He enjoyed long baths, and lighting a few dozen tealights. When we arrived there a damp patch here in front of the door to the balcony. Out there there were a few towels hanging on the dryer.” You explained, pointing to different objects around the room as you talked. You turned and found Sherlock to be much closer to you than you expected.
“Your conclusion?” He asked, as if he was testing you. You gulped nervously before continuing in the most confident voice you could muster.
“It’s a small bathroom with no ventilation. Wet towels are taped around the door frame from the outside - there’s a tiny bit of tape still here. The flames from the candles use up all the air and he slowly suffocates. Just like falling asleep. The wet towels are removed and the murderer contacts the police because he thinks he’s cleverer than us and wants to show off a bit. Which I’m sure you can understand.” You stated, adding what you thought was a clever quip at the end.
“So it was the flatmate, Bevan.” He asked and you nodded, he turned around and puffed angrily.
“Well?” Lestrade asked, waiting to see if his new Sergeant really was as clever as Sherlock.
“She’s right.” Sherlock said, disappointed.
“Thank you, Mr. Holmes, but I don’t need your approval.” You smiled, a confident air about you now.
“You’re very sure of yourself, some might call it arrogant.” Sherlock turned back to you, stepping towards you.
“A term you’re used to hearing I’m sure.” You retorted, stepping towards him, ready to go.
“I’m sorry?” He asked, offended.
“You heard me.” You stood your ground.
“You think because you’ve solved one murder, suddenly you’re as good as me?” Sherlock asked, stepping closer, trying to intimidate you.
“This isn’t my first murder and I’ve always been as good as you. You’re just threatened because suddenly you’re not the only logical one in the room. I hope it doesn’t bruise your ego too much.” You spoke walking past him, and he nearly growled.
“I don’t like her.” Sherlock muttered after you had left.
“You sure that feeling isn’t admiration?” Lestrade smirked.
“I think loathing is more like it.” Sherlock said.
“Jealousy maybe?” Lestrade laughed. “Sherlock’s finally met his match.”
“Stop.” Sherlock urged.
“But seriously Sherlock, she’s good and fits in here. We need her, please don’t scare her off.” Lestrade said, a serious tone returning to his voice.
“Trust me, I’ll be avoiding her as much as possible.” He said, following Lestrade back down the stairs of the flat.
“Don’t speak too soon, you two would make a great team. If your true goal is helping people and not showing off, that is.” Lestrade said, to which Sherlock rolled his eyes.
Once in the cab Sherlock texted John, letting him know that his plans had changed and now he could in fact babysit Rosie for the night while John and Mary have dinner.
“Thanks for taking care of Rosie, mate. Sorry about your case.” John said when he came to pick up Rosie around 11:00.
“Ugh, there will be other cases, I’ll just have to beat her to it.” Sherlock sunk into his chair, steepling his fingers and resting them on his lips.
“So she’s good? Like you?” Mary asked, his eyes were closed but he knew she donned a smirk.
“No one’s like me… but yes she’s good. Annoyingly so.” John laughed and shared a look with Mary.
“What’s this?” Mary asked, picking up a fancy looking invitation from his desk. Sherlock’s eyes popped open to see what she was inquiring about.
“Nothing. Mycroft has to attend one of those gala events and wants me to suffer as his plus one.” Sherlock waved it off.
“You’re going right?” John asked, authoritatively.
“Absolutely not! Why would I, there will be people there.” Sherlock whinned.
“You should go! Get out of the house, you need it.” Mary urged him.
“Why?” Sherlock asked, annoyed.
“Because then you can embarrass Mycroft in front of all his colleagues or whatever you two do to get ahead in your little childish feud. I don’t know mate, but you need to get out of the house. Before you resort to old habits.” John scolded.
“Who knows, you might even meet someone.” Mary added, trying to be positive.
“Oh, Christ. If I go will you two stop!” Sherlock shouted, oh how he craved a cigarette right now.
“Yes.” They both agreed.
“Fine! Now go, go.” He shooed them out the door.
“Bye, Sherlock!” Mary said gleefully, waving with one hand, Rosie in the other.
Standing in front a mirror in Mycroft’s study Sherlock straightened the bow tie he was made to wear. He picked up his porcelain mask that covered half of his face, and was surprisingly light weight.
“Now remember tonight I need you to be civil, dance with everyone, don’t embarrass me.” Mycroft instructed once they had arrived at Buckingham Palace. Sherlock rolled his eyes and left to circle the room.
His eyes landed on you almost immediately. You were smiling and chatting with Prince Harry as he handed you a drink. You were beautiful and excited him, a mysterious air about you. He saw Harry laughing and you smirked. You patted his arm gently as you left him to speak to someone else. It was like his attention was dragged to you and he couldn’t pull it away.
Sherlock tried to listen to Mycroft and mindlessly danced with women he had no intention of knowing, his eyes still focused on you. Trying to form an opinion of you. He couldn’t tell if you were a golddigger, genuine, or a complete fraud. He was curious and had to know.
“Care to dance.” He approached you, his request coming off very placid and stiff.
“Don’t you seem enthused.” You said sarcastically, smirking, accepting anyway and taking his hand.
“Apparently it’s my duty to dance with everyone here tonight.” Sherlock informed you, you could feel his eyes rolling.
“Says who?” You asked, genuinely.
“My brother.” He answered and you laughed.
“Screw him. Do what you want.” You told him, and he was taken aback.
“Well you’re proving to be a much more interesting partner than I anticipated.” He let slip.
“I think there was a compliment in there somewhere.” You smirked.
“You know, you’re actually not a bad dancer.” He observed, glancing down at your feet.
“I’d say the same, but…” You joked and he looked offended.
“I’m kidding!” You patted his chest playfully, “Seriously though, I’m just trying to keep up with you.”
“Well don’t tell anyone but I actually do love to dance.” He confessed.
“Your secrets safe with me.” You smiled earnestly.
“You look familiar, have we met?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
”I’m not sure you’re supposed to ask that at a masked gala.” You smiled sincerely, the air of mystery around you growing thicker and exciting your partner more. “I love your mask by the way, it’s very Phantom of the Opera.”
“Well it wasn’t my pick but thank you, your’s is quite nice as well.” He smiled, admiring it.
“Thank you, though it wasn’t my pick either.” You smiled.
“No? Then who’s?” He asked curiously.
“That would be His Royal Highness.” You rolled your eyes.
“You seem to have made quite an impression on Prince Harry, how do you two know each other?” He asked, being nosy.
“We met at school, I used to tutor him. Just between us two, he might not have graduated with the honors he did without my help and his last name.” You said, he laughed.
“Care for a drink?” You asked as the song ended.
“I just hate coming to these things, don’t you?” You asked the man who had followed you to the bar.
“And why’s that?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. He had been eyeing you all night, not knowing who you were but assuming you were the same as everyone else in the room. He was sorely mistaken.
“Spending the whole evening rubbing elbows with the rich and well educated, when in reality they’re probably the daftest people you’ll ever meet.” She smirked to him and he laughed.
“They can’t all be daft, can they?” He returned the smirk.
“Oh they are, would you like me to prove it?” You asked confidently.
“Be my guest.” He motioned forward to the room.
“See the woman dancing with the Prime Minister over there?” You pointed with you finger around your drink. He nodded.
“Her husband is the Minister for Trade,” you pointed to the other side of the room where he stood,”In fact, before marrying him, she dated four different members of Parliament. At the same time. Though not a one found out about the others. And they’re all here tonight. Smart woman? Daft men? You choose, but I favor the latter, I mean just look at her. Now that takes care of six of them in the room, shall I continue? Let’s move to this side of the room. Ah, the Harrison brothers. The youngest is embezzling millions from the family business, but the eldest is sleeping with the youngests wife, so all’s square I suppose. No one else in the family knows about either account, nor suspects a thing. Fifteen people here tonight related to the family: oblivious. And it’s clear as day. I guess you just never know what’s going on right under your nose, do you? Well that takes care of half the room. Believe me yet?”
“Oh, I never doubted you. Actually I feel quite the same. You know a lot of people here.” He observed.
“Everyone knows a lot of people here, their names are in the paper nearly everyday, but they don’t matter.” You said.
“They don’t?” He asked, suspiciously.
“No, you see it’s the ones that you don’t know in the room that really hold the power. Like him,” you pointed to a man near the dessert table, “Whoever he is, he must be important. Not only due to the fact that he’s here, but that he’s not wasting his time kissing ass and sucking up. See the way everyone’s glancing at him, they’re terrified. Isn’t fear the newest form of power?”
“What makes him so vapid?” Sherlock asked with a smirk.
“Hmm, let me go ask. I need to do some research before confirming my hypothesis.” You began to walk away towards the man you were speaking about.
“Which is?” He asked, and you spun as you walked away from him, a smirk on your face, you winked, spun forward and continued walked towards your target.
“Hello.” You greeted with a fake smile.
“Ah, good evening. I don’t believe we’ve met.” He smiled, being fake polite.
“No, I don’t think we have.” You shook his hand.
“Mycroft Holmes, pleased to meet you. I see you’ve met my brother.” He nodded towards your companion at the bar.
“Your brother?” You asked, surprised, turning back to glance at him with a shocked face. That would mean he’s…
“Sherlock Holmes–” He said, and must have continued speaking but you had tuned him out. Your sworn enemy had been the one you’d been eyeing all night, the one you’d danced with and spoken with. The one you’d flirted with and he’d flirted back. You dare say you’ve even started to fall for him.