throughout the air

I live for clichés. Sitting on a Parisian rooftop, reading poetry in the early morning when the air is crisp and cold, soft kisses peppered across the face, romantic bouquets, walking as if on air throughout an art museum, every corridor empty except for me, pressing post-it-notes with messages to all the walls of my apartment, being unable keep myself from gasping as the heavy burgundy curtains of a opera house reveals beauty. I want it all.

special delivery

“How much time until your next delivery, Jeon?”

“Unfortunately only ten minutes, Miss,” the boy murmurs, almost sorrowfully, and you watch as his eyes flicker down to glance at his watch.

“Great—” your hands fly down to his polyester jumper and hurriedly pull at the zipper, “—that’s ten minutes for you to fuck me.”

In which your husband is never home and the evening delivery boy is just oh-so convenient.

tags: delivery boy!jungkook, husband!taehyung, adultery, oral sex

word count: 3,444

Originally posted by jeonsshi

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Chogiwa (Part 1)

A/N: I can’t believe I actually wrote an actual smut based on Chanyeol’s trademark ‘Chogiwa’ but shit happens and here we are. This is going to be two-part smut, so here is the first part for you all! Also, this is dedicated to my fam/partner-in-crime/best tumblr friend @nunchiwrites (who is one of THE best writers I know out there!) as she’s been craving for some hot Wolf! Chanyeol ;) enjoy this baby of mine and remember to leave some feedback in the ask box too, you lovely people x (and look forward to Part 2 in the near future!)

Pairing(s): Chanyeol x Reader (with a hint of Kyungsoo)

Genre: Smut

Requested: Yes, by @nunchiwrites

Summary: Chanyeol marks you as his mate to protect you from another wolf and steamy stuff happens.

Word Count: 4145

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

For eighteen years, people have been warning you to not wander into the forest at night, especially when there’s a full moon. You’ve heard whispers about the ‘beasts’ that attack innocent people in the shadows of the woods and the rumours about ‘half human, half wolf’ mutants. You never really believed a word of it. Half human, half wolf? Seriously?

Scoffing to yourself in your mind, you merrily continue your stroll into the forest, enjoying the night breeze wafting through your hair. A quick upwards glance tells you that there’s a full moon out tonight, glowing brightly and illuminating the entire ink-black sky beautifully.

Smiling contentedly to yourself, you find your feet taking you further into the depths of the forest, increasing the distance between your form and the bustling life on the outskirts of the woods. An abrupt gust of wind chills you right down to your bones and you wrap your arms around yourself tightly, goosebumps breaking out on your bare skin. In all the years you’ve been wandering into the forest on your own at night, you’ve never grown accustomed to the chilly breezes that claws at your skin ruthlessly.

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pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | pt6 | (ongoing)

pairing: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader

genre: angst + punk!jikook

word count: 15,203

description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him had completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts, due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.

note: inspired by the anime/manga “Nana” 


a year and a half earlier.

Jungkook collapsed against the seat of the train, a heavy weight filling his chest as he buried his face into the palms of his hands. He could feel the incessant sting at the back of his eyes as tears continued to fall down his flushed skin. He just couldn’t believe that this was happening, this wasn’t how it was supposed to end — it was never supposed to end between the two of you.

He couldn’t help but think to himself, was this really the right thing to do? Leaving the girl he loves behind so he could pursue this opportunity. He knew that music was the only thing he wanted to do with his life, working a normal job, doing the same things day to day, it just wasn’t for him. So when Seoyeon asked him to be in her band after she got offered her record deal, he knew he had to take it, but then he quickly realized what that actually meant.

It meant no more late night drives out to the lake, it meant no more looking out into the crowd of his shows and seeing your face, it meant no more waking up in the middle of the night to find you curled against his chest, but most importantly — it meant no more you and him, and just that single thought alone was enough to tear him apart at the seams.  

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(un)deniable. | taeyong

Member: Lee Taeyong / Reader
Group: NCT
Word Count: 2,400+
Genre/Warning(s): college!au, romance, fluff
A/N: requested by @perrpfoudre Thank you for being so specific with your request, it really helped a ton. I also apologize for taking ages to post this, I know this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile, but thanks for being patient. I hope you enjoy, darlings!

Originally posted by taesyong


Late in the evening, just before dusk breaks, water trickles between the spaces of your soapy fingers to run along the ceramic plate. The silence wrapping around your frame seems oddly comforting, despite being accompanied by another with little to no words. At least he’s assisting you while washing the dishes from the dinner your family had devoured.

And yet, even as he stands next to you and rinses the dishes you pass him, there’s a space for conversation that neither of you care to fill. Many would call it awkward or perhaps even rude for a guest to remain so quiet, unwilling to offer some kind of casual chit-chat, but you’d beg to differ just this once.

Lee Taeyong is an exception, for his silent nature isn’t disconcerting.

In fact, it’s compelling.

You give him fleeting glances, like a child filled with insatiable curiosity toward something new; something fascinatingly unusual. That something for you is Taeyong.

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Jealous Much?

Anonymous requested: Could you do one were Natasha Romanoff and reader get to walk in the pride parade and Natasha gets jealous when one of the girls in a motorcycle group starts flirting with reader

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader
Word count: 1.1k+
Warnings: Alcohol, implied smut(ish)

A/N: Okay ngl I’ve never been to any kind of pride parade and don’t really know how they work so idk if this is all accurate?? but I tried (even though I lowkey hate this fic)

Tags: @thebreakerofchains @geeky-girl-394 @fortheloveofbenyandtom @zombieannamilton @heathrmxnamara @jenma-simmons @im-in-love-with-a-fictional-girl @458stuff

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Marked One

HELLO! Just a quick thank you to everyone for the amazing response to my first ever reader insert imagine! I am glad you all enjoyed it and I am glad to have given back a little something to this amazing community. 

PROMPT - @spnstarships requested: “Reader gets really sick, does not tell anyone until Bones comes to check because he has not seen her, finds almost dead then saves her.” - Sorry for the delay in posting this, but it took a while to write and I really hope it was the kind of thing you were after :)

PAIRING - Reader X Bones

WARNINGS - Slight cursing, Angsty but also fluffy to in places!

Marked One

White lights streaked in a steady rhythm above your head, as your body laid parallel on a medical stretcher. Your eyes were heavy as the cold white light reflected off falling dust particles creating an angelic halo around you. The moment would have been so utterly perfect if one figure above you, hadn’t had to consistently slap the side of your face whenever your eyes threatened to give in to the darkness.

“Don’t fall asleep.”

The order had been spoken with a commanding tone, however the subtle worried edge which laced it did not go unnoticed. Frowning towards the shadowy figure, you reached your arm up high; clinging to the blue cloth which surrounded them.

“I don’t know if you’ve had to do this before- but it’s hard.”

The figure blew an amused raspberry, their face turning away as they begun to murmur to the other unfamiliar shadows which lurked around you. Once finished, the silhouette leaned closer; their features forming clearer as you recognised the face before you with relief.

“I take it that the anti hallucinogenic hypo helped then.”

“Leonard?” You interrupted, your hand falling from his shirt and back to your aching chest.

“Good. You recognise me, thats-” Leonard paused as he nodded to himself in determination, a sense of relief seemingly washing over him. “It’s a good sign. Better than earlier.”

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Chogiwa (Part 2)

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST FRIEND @nunchiwrites <3 This is specially dedicated to you on your special day, and I’m so happy that you exist because you’re the BESTEST person I’ve ever spoken to! I hope you enjoy Part 2 of this, although it seems a little short to me. Anyway, enjoy yourself on your special day as you deserve everything good and golden on this earth!!

Paring(s): Chanyeol x Reader

Warnings: Just sex. And cute Chanyeol

Genre: Smut/fluff

Requested: Yes

Summary: You and Wolf! Chanyeol make love to the sound of chirping birds and the rustling of the trees.

Word Count: 1971

Originally posted by yeolhighness

Part 1 | PART 2

You’re roused from your deep slumber by the melodic sound of chirping birds and the gentle rustle of tree leaves, the serenity of the nature surrounding you prompting you to pry your eyelids open slowly. The glow of the morning sun feels like a refresher instead of an annoyance and it’s nice for a change.

Emitting a jaw-cracking yawn and stretching out your limbs comfortably, you then turn your head to the side. The sight of Chanyeol snoozing away beside you on the pile of moss sends a jolt of realization through you as the events of the previous night start to flood through your mind.

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anonymous asked:

how do you think alpha bucky would react to his mate being in heat? Reader x bucky please?

I’ve never written A/B/O before, sorry if I don’t do it any justice! Slightly smutty? More so just talk. xo

Bucky’s day had been long, he wanted nothing more than to climb into bed with Y/N and curl up with her all night. Steve had him training all day, learning how to function with the new prosthetic limb Tony had installed for him. Sweat was still clinging to his damp skin when he walked out of the elevator in the tower, his shirt suctioning to his chest.

Bucky wasn’t expecting it at first. Wasn’t expecting the permeating smell of a desperate omega in heat. Wasn’t expecting to be engulfed in the scent of an omega who only wanted an Alpha to ravish them. 

He had to pause his walk for a moment, his Alpha tendencies taking over as his eyes fluttered close and he took a long whiff from the air. His breath catches in his throat as he inhales the smell of the omega. An omega in heat. His omega in heat.

“Maybe I should have stepped in and helped her out while you were gone.” Nat smirks from her door, intentionally inhaling the same air that holds Bucky’s mate’s scent. “Man, what I could’ve done to her.” He growls at her, barring his teeth as he holds his gaze on her.

Nat shuts the door, taking one last teasing sniff before she shuts herself in her apartment. It takes Bucky all of two seconds to sprint the rest of the way down the hall, banging his shoulder into the door as he fumbled with the lock panel. 

God, if Bucky wasn’t so angry with Nat he would’ve realized the straining erection in his pants by now.

Once he manages to type the pin into the screen, the door opens easily under the weight of his metal hand. He takes a few steps in, trying to calm his breathing when he’s wrapped in the smell of his mate.

Honey crisp apples and autumn air – her smell was always intoxicating. 

Bucky remembers the first time he caught a whiff of her, hair pinned up, scent gland on display as she walked around Tony’s party without so much as looking at an alpha. She smelt like home, comforting and reassuring. He knew then that she was the one from the instant he smelt her.

“Babydoll?” Bucky calls throughout the apartment, sniffing the air to follow the distinct trail that would lead him to his girlfriend. He stops the sling his shirt into the laundry room before walking over to the closed bedroom door.

A small whimper catches his ear, the serum enhancing his already pristine Alpha senses. He clasps the knob in his hand, pushing it open with little effort.

“Shit, doll.” He groans, swallowing the lump in his throat to take in the sight in front of him. His girl, his mate, pleasuring herself with her bottom lip tucked neatly between her teeth. Her eyebrow are worried together, fingers working circles across her clit.

Her eyes open for a moment, no doubt smelling Bucky’s musky scent. “Buck,” She hiccups, gasping as she quickens her hand. “Please, help. Want your knot.” She purrs, rolling her hips.

“Patience, baby.” Bucky chides, kicking his shoes into the corner of the room. He’s always been one to tease his omega, despite how annoyed she got when he did. “Breathe, i’m gonna take care of you.”

Y/N whines, popping her bottom lip from her mouth. “Buck, no teasing. Not today, can’t – fuck – not now.” She’s whimpering, her heat completely overtaking her body.

“My pretty little omega. So, so gorgeous.” Bucky admires, walking over to the bed to lean over his girl. He places his metal hand next to her head, rubbing his flesh thumb over her jaw. “Gonna fuck you so good, tire you out.”

He swats her hand away from between her legs, slotting a sweatpants clad leg there instead. “Already so wet for me, baby. Should’a told me this morning that you were expecting your heat, would’ve stayed here with you today.” He murmurs.

“Was a bit earlier than I expected.” She huffs, dragging her lips across Bucky’s as she speaks. “Shocked you couldn’t smell it.”

Bucky nods, pressing his leg down into her. “Smelt something this morning, figured you were in pre-heat or somethin’. But I’m here now and we’re not leaving this bed until you get my knot, baby doll.”

Y/N nods eagerly up at him, hands winding around his broad shoulders to tug him down. Bucky grins, pressing his lips against hers to taste the sweetness of her chapstick. 

“Gonna take real good care of you, babydoll. My sweet little omega.”

Advice PT 2

Warnings: Smut

ORIGINAL Request:  Hey can u make a part 2 to advice, like idk a few years later and y/n is still a virgin and like she is in a relationship and the guy wants to have sex with her but she’s insecure about it so she end up asking justin to take her virginity cuz he’s the only one she trusts and then the end is up to you

This has been so heavily requested and I’ve just been busy. I’ve got four exams coming up this week….THE STRESS!! But here it is anyways.

Savorous flavour exploded throughout my mouth, the crunch of crispy goodness so satisfying to my ears. Dusting my bright red finger’s of the dust residue from the product onto my pants.  Something about flamin’ hot cheetos was just so addictive, and I honestly could not put the packet down. 

“Hey, stop hogging the Cheetos.”  A raspy voice, with a mouthful of candy suddenly chirped from beside me. Fiddling my legs around his lap slightly, I leaned back against the armrest of the couch and hugged the packet towards my body further, pointing towards him with a bright red stained finger.

“I’ll stop hogging the Cheetos when you stop hogging the Twizzlers.” I replied sassily. 

Justin looked down at the king size packet of twizzlers in his lap, then down at the cheetos in mine, before looking back into my curious eyes. “Swap?” 

Confliction passed over my face. Is a pack of twizzlers really worth a bag of cheetos? “Only if I get the Snickerz as well.” 

“What?! No way. Only If I get the Reese’s Cups.”

“Hmm? Deal.” 

The rattling of wrappers, bags and packaging echoed throughout the air as we exchanged candies between each other, a smile settling on my face once the twizzlers were in my hand, practically drooling at the pinky red goodness.

“So.” Justin suddenly began, munching on a now open packet of reese’s cups. “How’s that boyfriend of yours going?”

My eyes shot away from the candy in front of me, the sound of T.V in front of us suddenly disappearing into the back of my mind. “Why do you ask?”

Justin eyes me suspiciously, “What do you mean ‘why do you ask’? We always talk about our relationships, does it bother you now?” He raised his eyebrows, reaching over towards the bag of jolly ranchers between both our legs.

Yes, I know. We bought a lot of Candy.

“No, It’s just, you haven’t asked about him in a while. Just came as a surprise I guess.”

“Yeah I know. Like you said it’s been a while, I wanna know if the man’s treating my princess right.” He smiled, leaning over to tossel my hair.

Pouting like a child, I used my pointer finger to swat away the flyaways Justin released from my ponytail and sighed. “Yeah, Hes all good.”

“Awesome. How long you been together now? 2 - 3 years?” 

“Around that long.” 

“Wow. That’s a pretty long relationship. longer then I expected.” He mumbled the last part.

“Honestly, after everything that’s happened, I’m surprised weve last this long also.” I sighed quietly in hoped that he couldn’t hear me.

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?” 

My eyes widened in realisation that he had heard me, even though it really shouldn’t have been that much a shock considering the boy is literally less then a foot away from me.

“N-Nothing. Can you pass the sour patch kids.” 

Slowly handing the packet towards me, he continued. “Y/N, if somethings wrong, you can tell me. You should tell me. No one should treat you any less then you are.”

“Its nothing Jay, I’m not worried about it so you shouldn’t be either.” I mumbled, picking at the packet which suddenly didn’t seem as appetizing any more.

Justin sighed. “Y/N, it obviously bothers you If your acting like this so of course I’m gonna be worried. You can tell me.” 

My eyes darted up from my lap which the candy sat on over towards Justin truthful eyes, looking for any sign that spoke ‘Just kidding. I don’t wanna hear about you dumb problems.’ But to no avail.

“Lately,” I dragged on, “He’s been pressuring me.”

“Pressuring you into…?” Justin questioned. 

“Into…Sex -”

Justin’s eyes widened, shooting forward to sit up straight. “What?! Y/N That’s not okay!”

“No! Justin wait, before you blow up - He isn’t doing anything. I just know he really wants it. Like, every time we get in the mood, and I pull away, he tells me that’s it’s okay and that he’ll wait until I’m ready. But I can just tell by the look in his eye that he’s disappointed or annoyed. I’m just…not ready.” I sighed.

“Not ready? Or not prepared?” Justin suddenly questioned after a few seconds of silence.

Stunned, I glanced up “What?”

“Y/N, I’ve known you long enough to know that you love to be prepared. Like your obsessed with preparing. Are you not ready to have Sex because you don’t wanna lose your virginity yet? Or because your afraid you won’t know what to do.” He questioned, yet the last sentence was more of a statement if anything. 

The thought had never occurred to me. Was I really just avoiding Sex because I was inexperienced?

“I-I don’t know.” I stuttered “Maybe I am.”

“Y/N, look at me.” 

My eyes raised over to peer up at Justin, shooting me a comforting but firm look. “Sex, It’s a great thing - really. But your never going to be prepared at it if you don’t give it a go. There isn’t a way to be prepared for Sex. It just happens. And when It does, It’s magical.” 


“Really. You just gotta go for it.”

“Will you show me?” Before I was even processing the words passing through my lips, they had already escaped and a wave of dread and humility had overcome my body before I could even catch a glimpse of Justin’s reaction.

He was stunned. Completely quiet, with a mouth slightly agape, all before he shook his head, cleared his throat and peered down on me with a mask of emotions. “You want me to show you?” He whispered.

“W-What…Oh my God! I’m sorry….I didn’t mean to say that. That was stupid, I’m sorry.” I rambled. “You probably think I’m weird or completely crazy or somethin-”

“No Y/N , It’s alright.” Justin quickly added, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder to calm me. “I don’t think it’s weird, a lot of people do it.”

“Do what?” I questioned.

“Ask there best friends for experience. I’ll do it - if you want.”

“Y-You’ll do it?” I questioned almost in a statement type of way.

“If you want.” He repeated.

My mind stirred with crazy thoughts, all battling each other for the correct words to slip past my lips. But before I could be consumed In thoughts and emotion’s I quickly let the first and most gut ridden thing escape my lips. “I want you to take my virginity.”

“I’ll do it.” Justin softly replied, stroking my cheek. “And I’ll do it just the way you want. Tonight is about you.” Slowly, with each word, he position himself on top of me, slowly crawling up my body before my hand shot out, stopping him before he could connect our lips. 

“No Justin. I want to do this. I wanna be in charge.”

Justin was surprised by my confidence, but nonetheless smirked and sat off my body. “Well, lead the way princess.”

Quickly, I placed the many packets of candy on the floor, and shuffled forward to place myself over top Justin, straddling his lap. “Don’t be afraid to ask questions.” He offered.

“Okay, what turns on a guy? How do I start?”

“Well,” Justin began, licking his lips. “For starters, every guy is different so I wont say this will work for sure, but for me, I love it when a girl is confident. Like you.” A blush founds its way onto my face, causing justin to smirk. 

“Try starting with a little grinding.” Justin informed. His hands suddenly grasped each hip, gripping the flesh tenderly as he began rolling them around his crotch. “Move like this.”

Moving in sync to his hands, I circled my hips, rubbing down onto his area until I could feel him standing against me. 

“Damn baby. Your really good.” He moaned. 

Brushing back my hair,  I continued to roll against him until I was satisfied with the hard on I had currently given him. At this point he was practically a grunting mess, eyes squeezed shut as he sat back and enjoyed the show I was putting on.

“Now what?” I questioned.

Justin’s eyes slowly squinted open through some conflict and eyed me breatlhlessly, “Well, you’ve turned me on that’s for sure. At this point you have a choice. You can tease him a bit with a blowjob or just get straight into it".

“I know how to do blowjobs do I don’t need any practice at that.”

“Then guess we’re getting straight to the dirty part.” Justin smirked. Before I knew what had even hit me, Justin’s hands shot out towards me and in a matter of seconds, my shirt - along with my bra - was on the floor.

Instantly as instinct, my hands shot over towards my breast, hovering over the exposed and hardened nip in attempt to hide myself. Justin has seen me naked before so I really don’t understand where this sudden shyness came from - but I guess this just seemed a little more intimate then the other times.

Justin shook his head, his hand approaching mine, just slightly brushing over the skin before grabbing a hold of my wrist gently prying it off.

“Don’t hide. Your absolutely beautiful.”

My cheeks flushed red as my arm was removed and placed down at my side. Justin suddenly leant forward, placing his lips down on the skin between my neck and collar bone.

“absolutely beautiful.” He repeated, this time quieter.

My head rolled back in pleasure after feeling the graze of his teeth on my neck. This was becoming way more then practice - and is it bad that I didn’t mind?

“Justin.” I moaned.

This one word sent both Justin and I over the edge. He suddenly jumped up, pinning me underneath him then quickly yanked my denim jeans down until they were pooling around my ankles.

His fingers crawled up my legs, meeting my thigh before stopping right at the waist band of my lace underwear.

Slowly sliding his fingers under the waistband, a shiver ran up my spine at the feeling of his cold fingers making contact with my sensitive nub.

His fingers whirled and spun magics against me, and after a simple few minutes I was a panting mess.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this?” Justin rasped into my ear. “Has anyone ever made you pant? Made you so wet that I could do this with ease.”

And suddenly, a force and feeling of fullness had taken over, running throughout my whole lower stomach as two fingers slid into me with no hesitation. My eyes widened, back arching into Justin’s chest until I had both arms wrapped around his neck.

“Does it feel good?” He questioned, pumping in and out of my tight heat.

My head shook up and down quickly, not being able to Let any words slip from my mouth at the feeling of mass pleasure. The feelings of my juices not only pumping in and out along with Justin’s finger - but dripping down my leg, dissolving into the bed sheets.

Justin’s fingers sped up for a good couple of seconds, soon slowing down before fastening one more time. Repeating this motion multiple times - it was as if a sudden switch had flicked inside my mind, as I spun around and positioned myself on top of Justin, his wet and slick finger falling out of me.

“My turn.” I growled.

Before I even knew it, I had removed my underwear along with the shorts and Calvin’s of Justin, positioning myself on top of his erect dick.

With Justin positioned lying underneath me, and myself hovering over Justin with one of his hand resting on my cheeks, my lip fell in between my teeth in anticipation. It was all finally happening.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Justin questioned, all seriousness present in his eyes.

My focus flickered up to his face, spotting the lust hidden behind his orbs and instantly lowered myself onto him as an answer.

Justin growled sexily, a whimper escaping me at the burning sensation shooting through my Entire pelvis.

“Is it hurting?” Justin asked once I had settled his whole length inside me.

My head shook up and down slightly, my lip caught between my teeth worried that if I opened my mouth a cry of pleasurable pain would escape involuntarily.

“Do you want me stop?”

“No.” I quickly replied. “It hurts. But I feels really good.”

And soon I was moving just to prove that I could handle his length. It started slow and painful before soon, the pain had mostly subsided leaving me with a mass amount of pleasure.

My speed quickened as my high began approaching. Panting and breathless grunts filling the room as i continued.

“Oh fück baby girl.” He growled. “You said it’s your first time? i think you might of lied. Feels so good damn.”

“Shit Justin.”

Sweat layering my body, hair clinging to my face. Thrusting faster And faster to approach my high. And that was quickly approached, especially when Justin reached over and gripped my ass.

My vision went blurry, eyes widening in shock as my first and probably most forceful high to ever be given by a guy over racked my body.

The feeling of Justin slipping out of me, watching as he pumped himself aggressively until white streaks of cum had shot up and landed straight on my stomach was too hot handle. And as my high subsided I was left panting on his arms.

“I’ve never came that fast before.” Justin said. “Was it good?” His eyes met mine, sincerity laced between tired orbs.

“Amazing.” I smiled, cuddling my arm to nestle it on his cheek. “Couldn’t have asked for better.”

Our lips met suddenly, alarming me slightly. Wasn’t this technically cheating?


“Yeah baby?” He asked, placing wet kisses down my already bruised shoulder.

“I think I have feelings for you.”

His actions halted, eyes meeting mine. Worry flooded every inch of my body as I anticipated his reaction. Should I have just confessed that?

“Me too.”

And before we knew it, we were attacking each other in loving and joyful kisses.

I’m Not a Second Fiddle Anymore, Part 1 (One Sided Reader/Newt, Doctor/Reader)

With a heavy heart, you watched as Tina and Newt swayed to the soft jazz playing in the background. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you turned your back to the couple and made your way through the small apartment, Queenie following close behind. Soon, you were at the coat rack, shrugging into your jacket and wrapping your scarf around your neck.

The blonde raised an eyebrow.

“Surely you aren’t going out, not at this time of night.” You shrugged in response and tapped your concealed wand holster.

“I’ll be fine, Queenie. I am a Ravenclaw after all.” It was an age-old joke, one you came up with Newt after a nasty affair with a pillywiggin and a beehive, and you always said it before following through with an ill-thought out plan. The frown that marred Queenie’s face told you that she knew and didn’t approve. It hurt, but you brushed her off. You were an adult, damn it, and you were going to mope the proper, adult way, which meant copious amounts of alcohol.

She sighed, probably catching the wafting thoughts that managed to slip through your occlumency.

“Alright, sweetie, but do try to be back soon. Please?”

You gave her a sweet smile, one of the few that you haven’t forced this evening, and touched her arm gently.

“Of course.”

“So, why 1922 New York?” Rose asked; clinging onto the Doctor’s arm as they navigated the many twists and turns that made up New York’s back streets.

“Well,” he started, “supposedly there was a terror attack that destroyed a nearby subway. However, when witnesses were questioned, no one was able to remember exact details. In fact, no one even knew what they were doing beforehand, which was strange considering the damage that was done to the place.”

The blonde nodded, keeping her eyes locked onto the tall, blue-eyed man in front of her.

“So what? You think the entire population of New York had their memories wiped?” The grin he gave her made her heart flutter and his laugh bounced off the walls.

“That is exactly what I think. I don’t know how it happened, but it happened and we’re going to find out!”

Despite being the city that never sleeps, New York really wasn’t that active at midnight. At least, not the civilized part of town.

You passed by seedy bars that made you feel dirty just by looking at them and leering drunks that made crude remarks when you passed. Your knuckles were white as you gripped your wand.

Maybe, just maybe, your nighttime stroll was a bad idea.

That thought was amplified when you heard a yell echo throughout the air.

A part of you, the cold, logical part that you made an effort to push down whenever you were around the others, told you to just leave. To turn around and make your way back to the apartment. No one would know, not even Queenie if you made sure not to think too strongly about it around her.

…but that wasn’t who you were.

Swallowing down your fear, you gripped your wand and an all too familiar façade of cool arrogance settled over you. Raising your head, you strolled forward with a confidence that had taken years to perfect and imitate.

A tall, broad man was standing in front of a pretty blonde and the pair was surrounded by four, drunken men. They ogled the girl and a feeling of disgust welled up in you. Bringing your fingers to your mouth, you let out a sharp whistle. Six sets of eyes snapped up to stare at you.

“Oi,” you spat, “bugger off!”

The drunks sneered, taking in your petite stature and soft features, and the biggest (read: stupidest) one of the group lumbered up to you. You barely even flinched as his hot breath washed over you and instead, you raised your wand and pressed its tip against his chest. The way his eyes widened reinforced your hypothesis that they were wizards, but then a nasty snarl marred his features.

Oh, seemed he didn’t take kindly to having a woman question his authority. Bloody Americans.

His ‘friends’ noticed the change and they too drew their own wands and you sighed internally. Honestly, what were you expecting?

“Trust me, mate, you don’t want to do this.”

“She’s right, you know,” the broad-shouldered man from before said and you raised an eyebrow. “My friend there? Renowned fighter back in London. Called her ‘Madame Warrior’. You should see the last bloke that crossed her, still in hospital.”  

You almost snorted at that.

‘Madame Warrior’? Merlin’s beard…

A cruel smile curled his lip and the look he gave you was nothing short of chilling.

“Is that so? Sounds like the little miss here needs a lesson in proper conduct for ladies.”

Alarte ascendare!”

He shot up into the air and hit the ground a few feet away. The startled gasps from the man and his companion nearly made you groan. You’d have to do some serious obliviating after this.

You deflected the flurry of curses that followed with a quick shield charm and countered back with a rather violent everte statum, sending them all back into the wall. They landed in a heap and you lunged forward, gripping the stunned pair’s wrists and dragged them out of the alley. Once you were a safe distance away, you apparated, stumbling as they collapsed onto the grass of Central Park.

You dropped their arms like hot stones and rocked back on your heels as you waited for them to gather themselves.

“Sorry about that,” you muttered, “nasty shock when you’re prepared, downright horrid when you’re not.”

They both moaned and the blonde turned away to vomit. You immediately vanished it away, your stomach churning as you did. You never were good with sick people.

A sigh escaped you and you turned your wand on them. Why put it back further? They were safe and far from danger. Besides, Central Park was lovely and the trees did a lot to shield them from the wind and rain.

“Well it was lovely, but law’s the law and I’m happy to say you won’t remember any of this come morning. Oh, and do try to stay out of trouble. I can’t be there to save you every time.

“Now, obliv-”

categorize me; i defy every label


The second you touched down on the foreign soil, you were on guard. That Shadow thing had decided to drop you on the coast of a deserted beach, but why? You spun around, hugging your arms to your shivering body. You weren’t scared in the slightest. Confused, angry but not scared. Most of all you were pissed that the Shadow abducted you from your home and left you on this island to fend for yourself… not that home was much better though.

“And who might you be? This isn’t a place for a girl like you.” A voice sniggered.

You whipped around, met by green eyes and a smile. The smile wasn’t friendly though, it reminded you of a wolf’s snarl as it circled its prey; arrogant and dominant.

“Who am I? Who are you?” You looked around exasperatedly. “And where the hell am I?”

“Tone the attitude down, love. S'not very ladylike.”

Your eyebrows shot up in disbelief, an insulted look crossing your features instantaneously. How did a stranger have the decency to tell you that you weren’t acting ladylike when you had just been stolen from your home and suddenly harassed by some random boy?

You narrowed your eyes, pushing past the boy. “If you won’t tell me where I am then I’m going to figure it out myself.”

You heard him laugh behind you. “You won’t get far without my help. This is my island and you won’t find anything unless I want you to.”

“Are you ready to bow down to submission yet?”

You snorted. “Bow down to submission? Do I look like a dog.”

The boy laid stretched out in a tree branch, one leg propped up and the other dangling from the branch. He watched you with an irritating smile, one you would like to smack off his face.

“I told you,” He tsked. “You won’t find anything —.”

“—Unless you want me to, yeah yeah. You’ve said that a few times now.”

Sitting down on a rock that had managed to rip its way through the Earth, you buried your face in your lap and wrapped your arms around your legs. You felt a body sit beside yours and with one peak you figured it was him.

“I know you’re upset my pet, but I can make it all better if you let me.” His accented voice was like a siren’s song, lovely, warm and inviting but as soon as you let yourself become taken by it, your life would be no more. You sighed.

“Can you at least tell me where I am.” You lifted your head to meet his playful gaze.

“I’ll give you a hint. You’re in the land where Lost Children go to be loved again.”

Your eyes squinted. Lost Boys? Lost Children? “Neverland…? That makes you Peter Pan?”

The boy smirked, one side of his mouth lifting higher than the other and indenting a dimple in his cheek. “Precisely.”

You tucked a piece of loose hair behind your ear before he stood up and held his hand out in front of you.

“Let’s go back to camp, it’s going to rain soon.” You purse your mouth and stood next to him, letting his open hand curl into an awkward first between you.

“I’ll just go my own way. When you say the word camp it reminds me of a summer camp where you sit around the fire and roast marshmallows. Not that that doesn’t sound wonderfully fun,” You say with an exaggerated roll of your eyes. “But I’m not here to roast marshmallows and sing camp songs.”

Pan tensed his jaw, feeling his teeth grind against each other. With one usual snap of his fingers, Pan always got what he asked for but he oddly liked the defiance act you were putting on. He remembers how Wendy eventually became clay in his hands and she would bend over backwards at anything he said but… not you. Pan could only imagine how strong his ego will feel once he got you the buckle.

“My camp is no where near child’s play but if you really want to live by your own rules, then you have to prove your worthiness to me.”

“I don’t have to prove anything just because you lack to see it. S'not my problem.”

With lightning reflexes he had your jawbone gripped between his thumb and forefinger, the skin becoming hot and subtly numb under his aggressive touch. Anger immediately flood your senses and you tightly gripped his wrist as a warning.

“Prove to me that you can survive on my island without my help then. Show me,” He whispered, hissing the letters.

“…that you can and maybe I would look up to your so called worthiness. Until then you’re nothing but a literal lost girl to me.”

You took his wrist and flung his hand off of your face. “It’s not very gentlemen-like to man handle a woman, Peter Pan.”

The smirk reappeared onto his face and he paced himself a few steps away from you.

“Peter Pan never fails. Gain my respect by proving yourself.”

“You lost my respect by referring to yourself in third person.”

With that, you turned around and started your way blindly through the forest. You frankly didn’t care if you left Pan standing there. The fact that you were dumped on this island without your say makes it your island as much as it was his.

It had been a few days since you had seen that annoying boy and honestly, you weren’t doing that bad. You were able to find food and despite what Pan had said at the time, it had yet to rain. Neverland was beautiful, with fluorescent wild life and creatures you had only ever imagined in dreams. You were still asleep and the sun had yet to rise over the tops of the pines. The colors of the sky above you bled through each other like a painting, creating a dreamy glow throughout the air.

You groaned and rubbed your eyes, rubbing the sleep away from inside of them. The chilly air pinched at your cheeks and created goosebumps down your body, making you sigh. The sigh was stolen by a gasp as an arrow shot past you, missing the top of your shoulder by a hair’s length.

Your eyes whipped towards where it had came from, only to be met by nothing. You leaned backwards and retrieved the arrow, holding it in front of you as a weapon. Pan had never mentioned anything actually dangerous on Neverland, so what the hell was attacking you?

Another one slung past you but this time, missing you completely. You snorted and stood to pick it up. “Can whoever is shooting at me stop? Nice shots by the way.”

You didn’t miss the pain of the third one, flying swiftly and piercing your shin. Though it didn’t make it too far in, your knees buckled and you toppled down, blinking through the tears as you tried to rip the flimsy arrow out. Blood ran down the expanse of your ankle.

“Now this is a site. I didn’t even shoot that hard.”

You knew that voice, you hadn’t heard it in days. Pan. You gritted your teeth as he emerged from the bushes, dropping his bow to the dusty ground.

“Why would you shoot me?” You shrieked, hands shaking. Before Neverland you had never experienced pain like this, the worse being a scratched knee or a sprained wrist.

“I’m trying to get you to prove yourself. I’m tired of you moping around my island. It’s getting quite boring.”

With a shot of adrenaline, you sprang up and pushed Pan into the body of a tree, holding the wooden arrows horizontally against his neck. Pan only smirked in response, even daring to let his hands rest daintily on your waist before you elbowed them away.

“Do you always go around shooting new kids on your island, Pan? Do you think this is funny or something?” You pressed, tightening the arrows against his neck. The wound on your leg groaned as you stood on it but you couldn’t back down now.

“I didn’t even shoot you that hard, silly girl. And if you’re trying to scare me, all you’re doing is amusing me right now.”

“And you’re making me incredibly furious. I am this close to strangling you, I swear.”

“I don’t think you would.” He taunted, raising an eyebrow. 

You bit the inside of your cheek and glared at him, eventually releasing your hold and throwing the arrows onto the ground. No, you wouldn’t hurt this boy  despite him hurting you. You left Pan where he was and went to cut the flimsy material of your hand made tent off, wrapping it around your shin as a makeshift band aid.

“What?” Pan asked. “No slapping, no screaming, no girly fits that I won?”

“No. Unlike you, I wasn’t raised in a jungle where we get back at people by using more violence. Violence isn’t the answer.”

“I see.” Pan nodded, taking slow steps towards you. He kneeled next to you and gently moved your hands away from where they were tying the cloth together. You went to bark at him to move his hands away but his stare stopped you.

“At least let me heal it up. It’s the least I could do, you did prove your worthiness after all.”

You allowed him to use whatever Neverland magic he had within and heal up the bleeding arrow wound. Within seconds it was gone, no trace of pain or blood left behind after the stroke of his hand.

“Better now?“ Pan asked with a gentle voice. He looked almost… kind? Genuine? Concerned?

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Before he could stand back up you threw your balled up fist square into his jaw, making him stumble back for only a millisecond. Shock registered on his face and his hand flew up to where you had punched him.

“That’s for shooting a goddamn arrow at me. I don’t need to prove my worthiness to anyone.”

Though punching him probably hurt your knuckles worse than it hurt his jaw, you stood up and held your hand out.

“What?” You mocked, using his exact tone of voice from earlier. “No girly fits that I won?”

Pan laughed, a genuine boyish laugh and accepted your hand as you helped pull him upwards. You ran your hands down your dusty clothes and sighed.

“Let’s go to your camp. I haven’t eaten a real meal in hours, I’m starving.”

Since then, Pan had never decided to cross you again.

The Seven Sleeping Ways of BTS

a request from a lovely anon; 

with each member and their personal sleeping positions with their gf’s…

(1) Hoseok: The Quiet Type - he gently tucks your chin into his collarbone as you bury your face into Hoseok’s broaden chest, basking in the subtle aroma of his okay vanilla scent. A leg of yours crosses upon his and your other arm motionlessly resting upon his abdomen. There’s no communication needed because the both of you can practically talk in breaths - from his pleasant, soft grunts to your little happy sighs, Hoseok’s arm around your shoulder somehow manages to bring your body even closer.

 He arches his neck, only for him to meet your resting forehead and leave a chaste kiss. His lips linger on the skin for a bit longer, but truly, you don’t mind it at all. Even just the moments before your eyes threaten to doze off into a deep trance, a tinge of delight manages to find its way out of your heart, cracking through and curling its way onto your own lips. You lift your face up to his, meeting halfway to lock with Hoseok’s orbed eyes. Almost silently, he leans down to meet the curvature of your waiting ear. His plush lips hovering over the flesh as his low timbre resonated throughout the enclosed air,

“Goodnight, my love.”

(2) Jin: The Admirer Type - where he wakes up to the sight of you, face just inches away. His eyes, only just barely awakened, start paving downwards. From the very slope of your nose to the skin along your creamy lips, just awaiting to be flooded with his butterfly pecks, followed across from the expanse of your milky cheeks - a peachy blush patiently setting into them just as the sun begins to rise from the window behind. He looks upon with such awe and amazement at how such a sight could be so heart poundingly adorable. Only a stir from you rusting along the sheets beside him finally breaks Jin out of his trance. Your eyes slowly peek open with conscious, only for him to outwardly sputter in surprise because he didn’t expect for you to catch him with such a goofy, wide-eyed look plastered first thing onto Jin’s expression while he enjoys the sight of you resting next to you. Giggling bubbles throughout the bedroom as you share knowing looks with him and he starts,

“So….,” he coos into your gracing ear,

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Hidden Stars Pt.3 (M)

Pt. | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |  -   [Drabbles]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut/Angst 

Word Count: 9,841

Description: It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

“Yuna.” The name echoes throughout the air, and it’s as if it has a direct line to your bloodstream, because as soon as the two syllables register in your mind, you fall into a complete state of panic. Your body tenses up, and there’s a rapid increase to your heart beat, causing sweat to pool at your forehead. It’s as if you’ve lost the ability to breath, and you aren’t sure what to do, when you suddenly feel the emptiness of your hand being filled again.

You look down at the table, and you see that Yoongi has interlaced your fingers with his. He gives them a tight squeeze that makes you lift your gaze, and he tries to muster up a look that will let you know that everything was going to be alright. You understand his silent words, and you shake your head as you try to calmly bring yourself back down.

You feel a presence come into your peripheral, and you take a deep breath before turning your head slowly to face the person, who unknowingly had every reason in this world to hate you.

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Grayson Dolan Blurb

Pairing: Grayson Dolan X Reader
Requested: Yes
Warning: Fluff
Word Count: 1,206
Prompts/Blurbs: 7, 17, 30, 35, 37, 41
A/N: Enjoy! 

You were at the twin’s apartment for your annual “Friday movie night” which consisted of you, Ethan, Grayson; and joining you this week, Jack. The movie had ended and Grayson had just gone up to his room while you were getting ready to leave when it all of a sudden started to rain. Ethan, being the sweet boy he is, insisted that you stayed the night seeing as Jack was and that it was too dangerous for you to drive in the rain so late at night. You complied and thanked him, hugging him goodnight before settling yourself down on one of the couches in the living room.

It had been about an hour since you had laid down to go to sleep, but the rain had progressively gotten worse. Ever since you were young, you’d always been terrified of storms. A bright flash of lightning aluminated the living room of the apartment, followed by a deep rumble of thunder. You pulled the sheet over your head and squeezed your tear filled eyes shut in hopes to tune out the storm. You were not only shaking in terror but from being cold as well. You watched as Jack slept soundly from his position on the couch across from you, silently cursing him for taking the only extra blanket.

You got up wiping your eyes, deciding you’ve had enough. You crept up the stairs and made your way towards Ethan’s room. You grasped the door handle, only to find it was locked, only meaning one thing.

“Wow, motherfucker was jerking off while having guest’s over. Classic Ethan.” You scoffed quietly and tiptoed down the hallway towards Grayson’s room. You hesitantly placed your hand on the door knob, rethinking whether you should enter or just go back downstairs. You’ve always had a crush on Grayson. Ever since you met him two years ago at the small diner you worked at, you’ve been head over heels for him. You and him had a very flirty friendship, and Ethan swears to the Bible that he liked you too, but you don’t believe him and see it only as Grayson being his friendly self.

An uproar of thunder brought you out of your thoughts and you quickly squeezed yourself into Grayson’s room. You shut the door behind you and used the flashlight on your phone to guide you over to where Grayson laid, curled up in his comforter. You walked over to him and shook him gently multiple times, causing him to groan and open his eyes.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” He asked groggily, his muscular upper body now exposed as he sat up.

Your eyes widened at the sound of his deep, raspy voice and the view his built figure.

“Uhm, I can’t sleep. Can I stay here? I’ll sleep on the floor, it doesn’t matter. I just don’t feel safe down there…” You spoke quietly. You felt your cheeks heat up, thankfully your flashlight was pointed at Grayson and not you.

“Yeah, I don’t mind. And you’re crazy if you think I’m letting you sleep on the floor,” He chuckled, “And go grab one of my tee shirts to put on. I know for a fact you won’t be able to sleep in those jeans.”

“Thank you, for everything. I really appreciate it, Gray.” You gushed sweetly while scurrying over to his dresser. You opened up his middle drawer and grabbed the first tee shirt you saw which was a simple plain white one. You hurriedly took off your top and jeans and threw the shirt on being engulfed by his intoxicating smell, folding your clothes and putting them in a small pile on his floor.

“Not that I mind you sleeping in here, but why are you?” He asked as you walked towards the opposite side of the bed, turning off your phone and placing it on his nightstand.

Just as you were about to open your mouth to speak, a roll of thunder occurred causing you to jump in fright and tears to well up in your eyes once again. You watched as Grayson slyly smiled, shaking his head.

“I don’t even know why I asked. I forgot you were scared of storms.”

You got under the covers, trying to keep your whimpering to yourself. You let out a deep breath as you shut your eyes, rubbing your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up. You were beyond embarrassed that you were crying in his presence, especially because of something so silly.

“C’mere, I’ll keep you warm. I can literally feel you shivering.” You heard Grayson mumble from the other side of the bed.

You felt the bed shift beside you and Grayson’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you towards him. Your chest met his as he brought your head into the crook of his neck, entangling your legs together. Another flash of lightning appeared and the rumble of thunder sounded throughout the air, causing you to cry even harder.

“Shh, Don’t be afraid. I got you, Y/N.”

Your body immediately relaxed despite your continual sniffling. After a good five minutes of Grayson’s attempt to comfort you, you calmed down and snuggled farther into him, in which he tightened his grip on you and pulled you as close as possible.

“You make me feel safe, you know.”  You whispered, pulling away from his chest so you could look at his face which was barely visible in the dark room.

He looked down and gave you a humble smile, “Do I really?”

You nodded your head in response as your eyes locked with his softly.

“Can I kiss you?” He blurted out, taking you by surprise and leaving you speechless.

You were at a loss for words, so the only thing you could do was smile and nod your head, to which Grayson leaned in, pressing his soft plump lips to yours.

He rolled you both over so that you were underneath him, his hand pressed against your jaw as he swiped his tongue against your bottom lip. You complied and parted your lips slightly, giving him the access he wanted. You tangled your hands in his hair, tugging gently making him groan. You basked in this moment, feeling more than content as your lips moved together.

Eventually, you both pulled away and he rested his forehead against yours. Your panting was the only thing to be heard in the room besides the patter of rain against the window.

You cleared your throat as you played with the tufts of hair at the nape of his neck, “Well, that was unexpected.”

He smiled and leaned in, placing a kiss on your forehead before rolling off of you.

“I guess it was. I’ve been wanting to do that for so long, you have no idea.”

You giggled, hiding your face in his chest, “Oh trust me, I do. If anything, I’ve probably been wanting to do that a lot longer than you have.”

You felt him rest his head against yours, “So does that mean you won’t mind if I officially call you my girlfriend from now on?” He asked shyly, running his fingers through your hair.

“Not at all baby, not one bit.” You hummed contently while falling asleep in Grayson’s arms, no longer caring about the storm that rumbling outside.

You Know I Need You

Pairing: Sam x Reader 
Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean 
Warnings: violence, angst, seriously if you’re squeamish don’t read:) 
Word count: 1852
Summary: The Reader is stabbed by a Demon and the Winchesters rush to get her home and stitched up before it’s too late. 
Tag list: @spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches @arianacullen2008 @myplaceofthingsilove @spectaculicious @bambinovak @writingthingsisdifficult @aliensdeservebetter
A/N: I just got home from hanging out with a few friends, I’m tired but decided I wanted to write something for you guys. So please excuse any grammatical errors, I’ve edited it but, as I said before, I’m tired. Alright, that’s it, hope you enjoy! :) 

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Metalwork - Omake #4

A/N: …yeah. I’ve got nothin’ here. This one’s just…down. Hope you’re having a good day, yeha?

Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: NaLu
Rating: T - adult themes, PTSD from sexual assault

Summary: Still recovering from a bad relationship, Lucy struggles with returning a white scaled scarf to its owner—the pink-haired man always running around her apartment complex. A man who seems like he might be just what she needs to heal. Modern AU. NaLu. TwoShot.

Part(s): Part 1 | Part 2 | Omake | Omake #2 | Omake #3 | Omake #4


                           a green or green-blue substance that appears 
                     on the metal copper as a result of a reaction to the air 

She didn’t know how to make it stop.

The fan in the bathroom whirred. The fucking antique clock swung back and forth tick, tick, ticking away. The air throughout the house whistled and the lights buzzed ever so softly, but enough to make her want to rip her hair out.

And her heart ached. The backs of her eyes pricked.

She didn’t know how to make it stop.

And even when she turned off the fan, covered the clock, and turned out the lights…

Her blood pumped and rushed through her ears and it was too loud.

Everything was too loud.

Her heart hurt.

She wanted…

She didn’t know what she wanted. She didn’t know how to make it stop. She didn’t know why it started…an hour ago she was just fine.

But she was alone.

So, so alone.

She willed the tears to fall, but they wouldn’t come. Full of ache, yet empty at the same time.

She wanted her mom.

She wanted to be small, when she didn’t know what pain was. When her mother was everything to her, and she could curl up on her lap and be okay. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want to be an adult. She didn’t…

She wished she could call her mom, because her father was no help. He didn’t understand.

He wasn’t a bad person. Not really. But he didn’t understand her. He didn’t much care about her on a level that would help.

If he ever did hear that she felt the way she did, he came back with how he’d felt that way at her age, or some other bullshit like that. This wasn’t just some phase that would pass. She’d dealt with this disconnect before everything that had happened.

‘Man, your relationship with him really did a number on you, huh?’

He had no idea.

She’d made sure of that.

He didn’t need to know. He wouldn’t get it anyway. She’d tried to give him a chance time and time again but…

She shook her head.

She didn’t want to be here.

She couldn’t breathe.

Dammit. She was stronger than this. She knew she was. She wasn’t this…this coward who got so bothered by something that she freaked the fuck out about it. She didn’t…she was okay being alone.

So why couldn’t she?

She grabbed the key to her apartment and locked the door behind her. The asphalt was cold beneath her feet, wind crept beneath the folds of her shirt. This kind of dark felt safe. Her apartment didn’t. It creaked.

She stood outside Natsu’s door. His light was off. It was late. Should she even knock?

She gripped her phone in her hand.

You up?

His door opened within seconds.

She blinked.

“Hi,” he whispered, breathing a little laboured. Half his hair smashed to the side of his head and his shirt was wrinkled.

She reached up and ran her fingers through his bedhead to smooth it out a bit.

“I woke you up,” she said softly.

He shook his head. “I was just reading.”

She let her hand drop and then crossed her arms. Her voice refused to cooperate with her.

Wordlessly, he held the door open, and she ducked under his arm inside. She wiped her feet on the mat, though there was nothing really on them, and slowly made her way to his bedroom.

She climbed under his comforter and buried her face in his pillow. It smelled like him. She didn’t know how to describe it…but it never failed to ease her anxiety.

And once it eased, the tears fell.

She felt the bed dip beside her and arms wrap around her waist. Warmth seeped into her back, thighs, and calves as Natsu secured himself around her.

He didn’t say anything. She didn’t say anything.

He found her arm and weaved his fingers through hers.

He squeezed.

She cried.

He held her tighter.

She didn’t want it to be dark. She wanted it to be a day where she could just…not have to do anything or talk to anyone. Just a day where she didn’t have to feel how she was feeling or have to get out of bed and function.

“Did…did something happen, or…?”

She shook her head. “No. Not about that.”

She felt him nod. “Just one of those days then?”

She swallowed and squeezed his hand again. “Yeah.” Her voice cracked.

“What can I do?” he asked.

She shook her head again. “I don’t…I don’t know.”

He gave her body a squeeze and pulled her into him briefly before letting her go. “Is this okay?”

She nodded.

“Let me know if I can do anything?”


His breathing was shallow. Soft. It gave her ears something to focus on other than the blood rushing in her body and the little creaks in the room.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He just ran a thumb over hers.

Who Tells Your Story

philip hamilton x reader

prompt: you were aaron burr’s daughter and philip was alexander hamilton’s son. you were supposed to be sworn enemies but that didn’t work out so well.

a/n: all the sad angst and forbidden love

Age 5

“Ah, Mr.Secretary.”

“Mr.Burr, sir.”

“This is my daughter, Y/N.” Your father introduced you, looking down at you proudly as you shyly curtsied for Mr.Hamilton and the boy next to him.

“Nice to meet you Y/N. This is my son, Phillip.” Mr.Hamilton gestured to the curly haired boy standing beside him.

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