tired of your lies

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5 | You’ll Never Walk Alone



series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as semi non-con, burns and the slightest suggestive smut

Originally posted by shishikookie

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Boyfriend sounds lame -Tom Holland

A/N: I gave my mom a minor heart attack because I googled pregnancy tests for this imagine bfkdj This one feels a little rushed because I have a huge writers block-_- Enjoy?

You were alone in your bathroom, staring at the two pink lines. Who thought that two so unimportant seeming pink lines could change your whole life. Your hands were trembling, your mind still trying to comprehend what this meant, your body refusing to accept it all.
A knock pulled you out of your trance and your head shot up, a tear rolling down your cheek.
“Baby are you alright in there? You’ve been in there for some time.” Tom shouted on the other side of the door and your eyes widened. You brushed over your cheeks, trying not to panick and got off the bathtub.
“Yeah I’m fine.” you called back before he could get suspisious. You shoved the test into your pocket, not risking him seeing it by throwing it into the bin.

“Hey.” you said as soon as you opened the door because he was standing right infront of you.
“Are you okay?” he asked with a concerned look on his face and you cracked a half smile.
“Yeah…just felt a little nauseous.” you shrugged your shoulders and he furrowed his brows.
“I’m fine. Stop it.” you chuckled nervously and he laid his palm against the crook of your neck and placed a gentle kiss on your temple.
“I need to rush out. But if you should feel bad again, you call me alright?”

You nodded obediently and walked him over to the front door where he put his shoes on.
You couldn’t tell him right now. Maybe it was false. You should know for sure before telling him. But doesn’t he deserve to know right away?

“Tom!” you called him as he opened the door and he stops to turn around.
He raised a questioning brow and looked into your eyes and you froze. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it again, shaking your head lightly.
“Don’t overwork yourself.” you said finally and his lips formed into a smile.
“Same goes for you, darling.” he said and leaned in to give you a last kiss before he shut the door behind him.

You decide to call in sick and go to the closest pharmacy to buy five different tests.
You stuff them into your bag immediatly and don’t take off your glasses or cap. You rush home again and procrastinate as long as possible. You are again locked in the bathroom when you here the front door open. You jump up and throw all of them into a bag and stuff it under the counter. Tom would never look there. You unlock the bathroom door and walk into the kitchen with a fluttering heart, trying to gather the courage together to tell him. Six positive tests couldn’t be a coincidence, could it?

You opend your mouth again to say something and he turned around at the same time which made you freeze. Again.
He looked tired and stressed which was always not a good time for serious discussions.
“Hey…” you said and walked over, to pull him into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on top of your head.
“I have to fly away in the morning. For three months.” he said into the silence and your whole body stiffened.
“I know. I’m sorry. I would take you with me if I could. The last thing I want is to leave you behind right now.” he apologized but your mind was else where. Getting a child, raising a child was impossible in your relationship. He was always gone for several months. The poor child would barely know his dad. A shiver ran down your spine and you pulled away from him which he interpreted differently.

“I’m really sorry. Please don’t be mad.” he said and took your hand in his but you stepped backwards still burried in your own thoughts.
“I’m not. I’m just…tired.” you lied and turned away so he wouldn’t see the tear escaping your eye. This was impossible.


The next morning you drove him to the air port. No one said anything. Tom thought you were mad at him for leaving again but the truth was you were afraid to say anything. Afraid of breaking down and crying making him feel obligated and overwhelmed. So you said nothing.
You kissed him good bye and put on a fake smile. He knew it was fake but he couldn’t do anything about it.
“I’ll call you as soon as I land.” he said while pulling apart and you nodded.
“Take care.”

“Stay safe.”

You said your goodbyes as always and you waved after him until you couldn’t see him anymore.


You decided for yourself to see a doctor before you would tell Tom anything. To be 100% sure. There was still that tiny bit of hope in the corner of your mind that all of the tests were wrong. It’s been a month since you found out yourself and you were finally sitting in the doctors room, waiting for the doctor to come back with your results. You knew Dr.Payton for a long time so you didn’t have to wear anything to hide your identity.
“So! We have the results.” he said and you looked over your shoulder to the door where Dr.Payton just had walked in.

“Do you want to wait for Tom to come in?” he asked politely and you felt a dagger in your heart.
“Oh, no that’s not necessary. He is out of the country. You know Tom. Always busy.” you faked a chuckle and tugged your hair behind your ear to keep your hands busy.
“You’re right. You’ll tell him yourself.”

“What?” Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped.

“You’re having a baby! Congratulations!” he cheered and you laughed. He interpreted it as hapiness but it was out of pure panick.
In that moment you heared a gentle knock on the door and looked over your shoulder as a reflex. A nurse peeked her head through the gap and her eyes widened as she saw you.
“You…you’re…” she stuttered and Dr.Payton shut her down because you were in no condition to talk.
“Could you please leave us alone?” he said and his expression was ice cold.
“I’m so sorry for that. I always tell them to not come in when you are here. She must have overheared it.” he apologized but you didn’t react to that.

“I should go now.”


Two days later you were skyping with Tom who was telling you about his events and interviews. Even though you tried really hard to concentrate your mind traveled off to your concerns.
“And then I cheated on you with this really hot girl at the bar. How do you like that?”

“That’s great baby. I’m proud of you.” you answered and kept doodling in your notebook.

“Hmm?” you said and looked up from your notebook into the camera.

“What’s going on?” he asked and furrowed his brows looking into your eyes, searching for the cause of your absence.

“Nothing. Why?” you said and raised your brows innocently.

“You’re lying. I just told you that I cheated on you and you told me that you are proud of me. Either we are having an open relationship I don’t know about or you went crazy.” he joked halfheartedly and you furrowed your brows.

“You did what?” you growled and put your notbook to the side.

“That’s more like the reaction I expected.” he chuckled but it was not funny to you at all.
“It was a joke. It was a test. You were not listening.”

“I was!”

He raised his eyebrows and a smirk appeared on his lips.

“Maybe I wasn’t in that moment. But I was.” you defended yourself and crossed your arms infront of your chest.

“Alright champ. Tell me what’s going on in your pretty little head.” he said and leaned back.


“Liar, liar pants on fire. You want me to come over with a fire estinguisher?”

“You’re a moron.” you said rolling your eyes and he laughed his ass off. You just opened your mouth to say something when you heared a knock on his door.

“Wait. Hold on. I have to get that.” he said and pealed himself off the couch and put his phone on to the coffee table.
You waited while chewing on your bottom lip and tried to form the right sentences in your head.
As soon as he appeared back on your screen you opened your mouth but he interrupted you.

“I’m so sorry. I have to go. Someone messed up something and I have to fix it.” he sighed and you closed your mouth again. Maybe telling him face to face was better.
“Alright. We’ll talk later.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Take care.”

“Stay safe.”


After that you didn’t get the chance to tell him. You barely could talk to him anyways because you were always nauseous and dizzy. One time you almost fainted and had to lay down. You only had short conversations about unimportant stuff but you talked every now and then. As your condition got worse you finally decided to tell him. You felt dizzy the whole day and couldn’t get out of the bathroom. Nothing was staying in your stomach and you felt drained. You didn’t have the courage to go to the hospital out of fear someone would recognize you.

But whenever you called him he either didn’t pick up or the line was busy. This went on for three days and you were feeling helpless.
You pealed yourself off the bathroom floor, your sight blurry, your head heavy and were stumbling to your bedroom when the front door flew open and a very angry Tom stepped in.

“How dare you not tell me about our child?!” was the first thing he yelled and you felt a familiar sharp pain in your head. Oh no.
“Tom…” you stepped forward trying to tell him that you started to see black when your knees gave in and you fell to the ground.


You woke up in a bright room, a familiar beeping filling your ears, two of them actually. Your nose tickled every few seconds and your eyes fluttered open. As soon as you open your eyes you saw Tom sitting beside your bed, holding your hand with closed eyes and your heart skipped a beat.
“What happened?” you said with a sore throat and his head shot up. His eyes were filled with pure concern and fear. As soon as he looked at you, relief took the place of fear.
“Thank god you’re awake.” he said and leaned in to give you a kiss on your forhead.
“You scared me so much when you fainted.” he said with a shaky voice and kissed the top of your hand.

“What happened?” you asked again and sat up while your free hand wandered to your belly.
“You’re fine. Both of you are. You were drained because of the constant puking. Your body shut down to prevent worse. I could’ve lost you both.” he said and you could hear a little anger in his voice.

“I was scared. I am scared. I didn’t know what you would think. If you would want to keep it. If you’d be angry. If you’d be happy. If you’d leave me. I knew nothing.”

“I am scared too but that’s not a reason not to tell me.” he said a little hurt and you let your shoulders sink.

“I know. I tried to tell you several times but there was always something in between. You didn’t even pick up your phone the last few days.”

“Because I had already found out and I would have broken your heart if I had picked up.” he explained himself and you nodded.

“How’d you find out?” you finally asked and couldn’t look up.

“A nurse at Dr.Paytons posted the results. She got fired right away when they found out who it was and they took it down. I stumbled across it because of the fans congratulating me. I thought it was a bad joke at first.” he said and you looked up through your lashes into his eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. I’m sorry for not being there for you.”


8 months later you are standing at the front door and look down at your shoes.
“Tom!” you call for him and look over to the living room.
“Tom!” you call again now more impatient and hear his footsteps coming closer. He leanes against the doorframe and crosses his arms infront of his chest, trying to hide his grin.
“Stop grinning like an idiot and help mr. I can’t tie my shoelaces.” you say rolling your eyes and make him chuckle. He walks over to you and kneels down while taking your shoe laces into his hands.
“Can you see me from up there?” he jokes and ducks down to avoid your hand.

“Shut up. I can’t even see my own feet. Everything is swollen and hurts. It feels like somebody is ripping my spine out and I have shit head for a boyfriend.”

He stands up with a big grin on his face after he is finished and cups your face with his hands.
“Don’t you think that boyfriend sounds a little lame?” he askes and your eyes widen. He chuckles at your reaction and pulles away to open the front door.

“Wait. What is that supposed to mean?” you ask and turn around to look at him but he walks out of the door.

“We have an appointment. You better hurry up.”



Request: can you please do horny kihyun? please please please

Originally posted by iamonstax

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genre: smut, dom!kihyun, not necessarily /very/ horny!kihyun, night sex. 

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Just a game pt 6

When a college reunion takes an unusual turn, the reader finds herself amidst a game of truth or dare not knowing that at the declaration of dare would change her life into a spiral of trouble with the mysterious clown that lives in the sewers. Now her thoughts and dreams are haunted by him and she knows he loves to play…

…the reader knows she’s well and truly fucked after her steamy dream about Pennywise. It was so naughty and messed up but her body desires him probably more than life at that point. But was one night, maybe two worth it with the clown before he devoured her? Or was the will to live even stronger?

Warning: s m u t

Hey guys we are here with part 6 of this series. I think I see the end on the horizon as much as I hate to say, but what do you think? I don’t want this to end but everything does. Thanks for the support since I started this, I say this every time but I honestly appreciate you all. I’m literally gaining nearly a hundred a day which is insane! I will open requests when this story is over cuz it’ll be fun. One thing though, send me direct dms if you wanna talk cuz I can’t answer asks and I can only reply to comments via my main but people will be confused haha. Also, let me know if you wanna be tagged in this and future works. Anyway, let’s get to the story this is too long.

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You knew they suspected something. It was the day following your erotic dream and you were in the diner from the first day getting breakfast. You were on edge constantly, your hands gripping onto your returned phone. For some miracle, it was working still which was good because now you wouldn’t have to take to replace it or lose all your files. The problem you had though was it just reminded you of Pennywise which spurred on your internal desires.


You heard your voice being called. You blinked and your head slightly turned to your friend who’d spoken.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You asked. They gave you an odd look, brows furrowed slightly and eyes wide.

“We were all talking for ages about what we were all gonna go back to after this trip but you haven’t even been listening.” They shot at you. Damn. You felt ashamed with yourself that you’d become so easily distracted that you were neglecting the time with your friends. You pushed your hair behind your ear and cleared your throat.

“Sorry, just tired.” You lied carefully. (Bf/n) scoffed.

“You can’t be, we weren’t out for very long and you went straight to bed.”

You cursed under your breath and scowled.

“Yeah well I woke up and I couldnt get back to sleep so easily.” You shot back agitatedly. Your best friend’s eyes narrowed slightly and she opened her mouth to argue back but luckily for all of you one of the others cut in.

“Hey! Both of you need to stop this! Ever since we came back here you’ve been at each other’s throats nearly the whole time! It’s like you’re not even the closest anymore.”

You bit your lip at you gazed at the woman of whom you’d nearly grown up with and you saw desperation in her eyes. Desperation to know what was happening to you and if she could help. You sighed gently, releasing your lip from your teeth.

“I’m sorry… I just- there’s a lot happening right now, stuff that is because of the return to this town. It’s really messing with me and in return for it I’m being a real bitch.” You mutter. You half expected to be waved off and for your friends to laugh but instead there was a wave of sympathy that surprised you. The friend next to you took your hand and rubbed her thumb over your knuckles.

“Hey, we noticed this too. Maybe coming back here really was a bad idea, and then with those child disappearances is really not helping the situation. Maybe we should bring this vacation to an end or something.” She suggested. Your eyes briefly met (bf/n)’s.

“I…I’m already leaving at the end of the week.”

Silence followed your words and you felt your heart jolt fearfully. Were they unhappy that you had decided this alone? But then the male in the group nodded.

“That’s fair. We can all just regroup somewhere else some day anyway. Let’s just cherish the rest of the week.”

You smiled in appreciation. You could do this.


After breakfast you all had decided to go to the friend that lived in Derry’s house for a bit of quiet time. No one wanted to watch the television because the only thing being shown were broadcasts about the missing children and propaganda of the parents sobbing and begging everyone to come fourth with any news on their children. It was too upsetting and you knew the others suspected you would have a breakdown if you were to hear anymore on the children.

You knew it was on you, Pennywise wanted you to know that you couldn’t possibly win when it came to his game so he was trying to lead you to him and let him have his way with you. At times you were so tempted to just give up and take yourself down to the sewers and seek him out, let him destroy your mind and your body, but a more fearful part of you, one that wished to live pulled you from these thoughts because the possibility of dying was terrifying. You would tell yourself that it was only a few days until you’d leave Derry and never return and you would be set on that path instead.

You realised that once again you were deep in your thoughts which were a dangerous place to be in that moment. You groaned a little and ran your hands through your hair. You hadn’t noticed that two of the others were playing video games whilst the others watched because you were so lost in your head. You pushed off the sofa you were sat on, your head spinning. It caught the attention of the others for the game was paused and heads turned in your direction.

“(Y/n)? Where you going?”

“I’ll be right back. Just going to the bathroom.” Your voice was hoarse and weak, you doubted that anyone had caught wind of what you’d said. You didn’t hang around long enough to find out though. The climb up the staircase was unusually sluggish and slow as you dragged your feet up each step. The floorboards creaked when you stumbled along the landing to the bathroom. You shoved the door open and slammed it shut behind you and let your composure slip. You were exhausted, your heart pounding as it would if you’d run a marathon and your skin felt clammy. You propped yourself up against the sink with your hands and stared down at the faucet until you reached and turned one of the nobs and listened to the water hit the sink bowl.

You’d absolutely no idea what was wrong with you, why you were feeling so sickly all of a sudden. The only explanation for your state was lack of sleep but you were used to being up late anyway and not being affected like this. It hurt your head trying to find an explanation so you resorted to cupping your hands and allowing the water to pool in them before splashing your face in attempt to reawaken. And then you felt it. Someone was right behind you.

You turned sharply, face still dripping water down your shirt and you were ready scream the house down. However, an all too familiar cotton gloved hand speedily smothered your mouth for they knew you would react like so. Pennywise smirked as he towered over you.

“Hi there, little one. Fancy meeting you here in a bathroom.” His voice was the same chilling mix of gruff and squeaky, exactly as it had been in your dream. “I hope you slept well last night, it would be a shame for you to lose out on sleep.”

You could hear the utter tease and sarcasm in his voice and it had you lean away from him, his hand still over your mouth to prevent you from making noise. It was him who was responsible for that dream. You should have known it was. What else should you have expected? It was ways going to be him. He knew you were thinking this for a chuckle rumbled through his chest, so much so that you could feel the vibrations in your body and it sent a tingle through your nervous system. You pried his hand away from your mouth but he only moved it to cup your chin, his thumb stroking you.

“Fuck you. Just leave me alone.” You said quietly. His head leaned down towards you until he was inches away.

“I know you plan on leaving here and never coming back,” he began, and then he moved closer still until his lips brushed against your ear, “but I won’t let you.” He whispered.

Your whole body was trembling again at this point as his breaths tickled your skin. He can smell your fear as it radiates off of you. But it was mixed with another scent; something primal and sweet. He leaned away from your ear to your face and you could see drool beginning to slowly dribble down his chin.

“I can smell more than fear… You know what I smell, little one.”

You whimpered pathetically and pressed your ass against the sink harshly, anything to get away from him and his words. He knew you were both terrified aroused by him and knew he could use it to his advantage. He closed the small space between you both, now chest to chest with you (more like your head to his chest) and you could only smell him. Of all the times you’d encountered him, you expected him to stink of the sewers but that wasn’t the case at all. He smelt oddly like candy floss or popcorn, but then again, he was trying to portray a clown.

You stare up at him fearfully, biting your lip. He licked his own plump lips, smearing saliva around. His buck teeth were exposed to you as he did so. You hated that you had dreamt of him sinking those teeth into you and you hated yourself more that you were thinking of him doing it in reality. Right now.

Pennywise slowly leaned his face down close to yours and his lips barely brushed against your lips like a feather and your head moved to follow them. The clown chuckled deeply at your reaction.

“You tell me to leave you alone but then you’re craving me so much… Just submit, little one, it’ll be worth your while.”

You’re conflicted. If only you’d stayed downstairs. You wouldn’t be in this position now, a monster clown seducing you whilst scaring the fuck out of you at the same time. You’re unable to decide not to play his game for the hand that wasn’t gripping onto your chin was now cupping your warm sex through your pants. A sharp gasp filtered through your lips at the sudden touch and he giggled. You gulped a moan away as his long fingers teased.

“P-please!” You whined. He tutted and pressed his fingers on his other hand on your mouth.

“Shh…You’re gonna attract the attention of the others downstairs and we don’t want that, do we?” He reminded you. You’d forgotten that you were in your friend’s home and everyone was only a floor down. But it was difficult to keep quiet for the clown had now slid his gloved hand into your pants, your thighs parting for him, and was brushing his fingers against your sensitive cunt. The fabric of his glove was so soft and thin that you could feel the heat of his fingertips still.

He massaged your tingling clit with his thumb whilst his longest finger slid into your slick, burning entrance. A moan was definitely about to escape your mouth so you did the only thing you could think of; your mouth closed around his fingers and you bit down slightly, sucking on them. Pennywise grunted in utter surprise and his eyes were wide in fascination.

“What’s this?” He questioned rhetorically as your eyes fluttered shut. A second finger had joined the mix in your hole and your hips had begun to buck slightly. You had an idea, one that you’d never considered before. Whilst his fingers moved quickly in and out of you and his thumb circled faster and faster, you reached one of your hands out and continued forward until you could feel his crotchular area. Pennywise hissed sharply and sure enough, you could feel a cock there because it twitched under your touch. The hand in your mouth was ripped away with a string of your saliva connecting to it and he grabbed your hand, pulling it away from his cock.

“What are you doing?” He growled. Your body had tensed but his hand in your pants still moved.

“I-” you couldn’t answer as his fingers curled up into your g-spot, stars filling your vision like a hazy filter. You moaned loudly, your head thrown back. Your friends downstairs were definitely able to hear that, you thought to yourself. Pennywise realised this too and so he slammed his lips to yours for a kiss to silence you. His fingers worked faster as his mission to make you cum became the only thing that mattered. You loved his lips on yours, even if it meant he had to keep you quiet for in reality you didn’t care if they could hear you anymore.

The sound of your cunt squelching wetly around his fingers filled the room and you could feel yourself drawing near to your orgasm. It was too good, your mouth opening and it being invaded by the clown’s tongue. He also tasted sweet, something you really didn’t expect at all but you loved it.

With one last thrust of his fingers against your g-spot and a pinch of your clit your hips were jolting and your whole body trembled violently, your moans being swallowed by the clown’s mouth. This was the most powerful orgasm you’d ever experienced and you knew no human could ever top this for as long as you lived. You felt so wet and dirty when Pennywise eventually slipped his hand out of your pants and when he pulled away from the kiss you watched as he brought his soaked hand to his lips and suck on them, tasting your juices. Your were breathless as you slumped against Pennywise, much to his surprise. Your body would occasionally twitch with the aftershocks of the orgasm but you did not move until your heart rate had slowed and Pennywise did not push you away. You chuckled softly.

“I’m so fucked.” You breathed. Pennywise smirked and pushed your hair behind your ear from where it had fallen forward.

“You are. It’s…interesting.”

You said no more, you couldn’t. The sound of knocking on the otherwise of the bathroom door made you freeze.

“(Y/n)? Are you doing alright in there, you’ve been a long time.” One of your friends called. Pennywise winked and before your eyes he was gone, leaving you on your own. You cleared your throat and attempted not to sound like you’d been in an intimate situation.

“I’m fine. I just needed to take some time.” You replied clearly. You turned back to the sink and your eyes catch the mirror. Your skin was flushed and there was red paint around your lips. In your post orgasmic high you chuckled at the mess before you began to wash it off. This trip to Derry had been a rollercoaster.


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Eager Lovers: Two Hearted

Summary: You thought Steve was going to be a one night stand, one and done, but you found yourself drawn to him, like the proverbial moth to the flame. He was so much more than the tattooed, beer drinking, bar owner you thought he was. But somehow the headlong rush into love wasn’t turning out like you’d hoped.
Word Count: 1,473
Warnings: Language, alcohol, smoking, explicit sexual content… It’s an AU, anything and everything will probably happen.
Author’s Notes: This fic wouldn’t be possible without @captain-rogers-beard and @climbthatmooselikeatree Their help and beta work has been invaluable. Thank you. GIF found on Google.

Don’t steal my work. It’s rude.


“That was one hell of a job interview,” you chuckled low in your throat as you stood, running a hand through your hair. “How’d I do?”

Wearing a proud smirk, Steve settled his hands on your lower back and kissed you. “You nailed it.”

“Yes,” you celebrated, pumping your fist shallowly by your side. “Should we let Bucky and Clint know?”

“Oh, I have a feeling they know,” Steve chuckled.

It was well after two in the morning, you were standing on the fire escape, wearing one of Steve’s shirts, and smoking. Every inch of you was sore, deliciously so. Your muscles were overused and abused, bruises adorning your skin in various spots. You hadn’t felt this good since… ever. Not even when you were with Baron. He had only ever been in it for his satisfaction, never caring if you got off. You lost count of the amount of times he had rolled away, disappearing into the bathroom, leaving you to finish the job he only half-assed started.

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bf! mark lee minhyung!

you can find the others i’ve written at the tag #bf series!!

•when the guys found out you were dating they weren’t surprised bc you two are the most obvious kids out of all of them

•isn’t really a pda person and usually the most he does is give you a kiss on the forehead

•likes holding hands the most bc it’s a small and sweet action especially when your fingers are intertwined with his

•pet names like princess and baby and something creative and long like fluffy cuddly cupcake idk

•strictly no cooking for you bc he knows he’ll burn the food

•even if it doesn’t burn he won’t let you eat it for your safety bc he’s scared it’s inedible and it’ll accidentally poison you

•he’ll write silly raps just for and about you and you think it’s sweet but at the same time you feel like laughing idk why

•mark - “you’re as fluffy and warm as cotton shirts”

•you guys wouldn’t have fancy dates but mostly indoor dates like staying in his studio or dorm bc most of the time he takes part in making the next song and at the same time he wants you to stay with him

•he’d say his iconic lines in the nct songs like that one time you both were lining up for the rollercoaster he saw the track and he’s like “that’s a long ass ride”

•when the dreamies found out that you and mark were dating that was the mark of the start of his teasing days

•like they’d reenact what you both did like hugging or exchanging cheesy compliments especially chenle and haechan and mark would grow red and throw pillows at them

•talks / texts about random topics at any time of the day

•mark - “what if we’re all just in a game that glitched and we can’t log out”

•you - “conspiracy theory!!! but mark wtf it’s three in the morning”

•you’d be off stealing his clothes and he wouldn’t realise until he looks for that specific piece

•mark - “baby have you seen my- is that my hoodie”

•you -“yeah”

•he’d pull you close and hug you real tight bc he thinks you look cute in his clothes especially when you wear his hats like the fishermen looking ones (idk what is that called)

•when you visit the dorm and he’s really tired, he lies his head on your lap and a cartoon is played in the living room you stroke his hair

•you can see him struggle to keep his eyes open and you giggle and kiss his cheek and tell him to sleep and he says no in a soft voice but he falls asleep within a minute you secretly take a picture and keep it as a good luck charm

•he’d teach you how to play basketball ball

•imagine how cute it’d be when he teaches you how to shoot the ball as he stands behind you and takes your hand to position it oblivious to how red you are (omg) then eventually you’d be better than him and he’ll whine when you win and it’s even cuter

•when you won’t give in to him he’d act cute just to make you and after he accomplished his mission he’ll be very very embarrassed and shy away from you

•mark would definitely talk to johnny or haechan about you

•mark - “hyung!!!! (y/n) is too nice for me!!!! and–”

•johnny - “calm down bro”

•when he’s comfortable enough he’d definitely share his problems with you and he’ll be really really emotional and sensitive you’d be there to shower him with hugs, kisses and compliments to make him feel assured

•haechan would be the one to spill mark’s unheard secrets in the dorms and during training days

•haechan - “there’s that one time mark hyung ripped his pants nearly a clean half when he was dancing”

•and mark drags him away into his room and nobody knows what happens to poor hae

•sweet surprises from mark like flowers and all (advice from johnny)

•i think mark would be the very cute inexperienced boyfriend whose always in a blur unlike inexperienced boyfriend haechan who does his research lol(all dreamies are inexperienced i guess)

•mark is your inexperienced boyfriend whose all soft and fluffy!!!

thanks for reading!!

text meme 1/∞

i’ve been collecting funny/cute texts & texts from texts from last night for about 2 years. they’ve been sitting in a word document for a long time so with all the text memes i’ve been seeing around, i decided to take all the texts i’ve saved and make a meme with them bc why not. there’s a bit of everything bellow: fluff, silliness, nsfw, angst, etc etc

[text] Hey sorry for calling you so much last night. I mixed your number with the pizza guys, and he was running late

[text] I miss you more than I should.

[text] She’s/you’re the perfect storm of great hair, big boobs, intellectualism, and mild moral ambiguity. 

[text] I remember grabbing your ass. So firm. So right. I don’t regret it.

[text] you hella high and freaked out about life and interest rates

[text] I love it when you moan my name.

[text] I will gladly accept you into my home with open legs.


[text] Let’s go get coffee and handcuffs.

[text] I thought you were better than this. 

[text] Please stop calling.

[text] Well I had to use a seat cushion at Soul Cycle today so, yeah, I’d say the sex was good

[text] I woke up knowing I have nowhere to be today except parties and it was glorious and I am so happy

[text] I need you there. I need someone to glance at when other people inevitably annoy me.

[text] 75% of my food budget goes to wine, the rest to chips and salsa.

[text] You think you’re funny, but you’re just an asshole.

[text] I dont have to work tomorrow im yelling gibberish at squirrels

[text] I wish things were different.

[text] We should probably end this.

[text] I don’t say it often enough, but I want you to know that I love you.

[text] Please let me know what I did to deserve you…I want to make sure I keep on doing it. 

[text] I told you I’d ride your broomstick if you let me call you Harry Potter and you drew a lightning bolt on your forehead.

[text] I’m still laying in bed cuz I don’t feel like adulting yet

[text] I broke my foot jumping out of YOUR window under YOUR watch. You failed me drunk guardian. You failed.

[text] What if for Halloween I paint my self gold and make sandwiches for everyone? I’d be a trophy wife! Get it?

[text] I’m sorry for everything.

[text] I just want to have sex that doesn’t end like a B-rated horror movie.

[text] Taylor Swift needs more songs about threesomes. I’m not sure she gets me anymore. 

[text] I never should have left you there.

[text] I don’t have patience for riddles.

[text] You were drinking with me last night, I warned you.

[text] Dunno. My heart says “no”, my brain says “maybe” and my dick says “YES YES FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YES!!”

[text] We had sex and he ended up in the hospital… don’t know if I should be worried or proud.

[text] Just tell me what’s wrong !

[text] let’s be honest I’d fucking Irish step dance on your grave, asshole

[text] I hope you get eaten by satanic starfish.

[text] … so it’s a date ?

[text] Can I come by?

[text] I thought we were ok ?

[text] I want you to meet my squirrel

[text] If blow jobs were a super power she’d be in the Justice League.

[text] Sunday mornings are confusing. Like. I can’t decide if I want to go for a run or start drinking 

[text]  I can’t imagine life without you.

[text]  Can’t wait to see you again.

[text]  just hungover. watching movies and roasting marshmallows in bed, over a candle to avoid life

[text] I should have told you first, I’m sorry.

[text] I’m sorry ! I don’t know what else to tell you !

[text] You spent the entire night trying to get me to make out with you  

[text] We are not together any more, remember ?

[text] why did I wake up with ketchup packets in my bed and the stove in my room?? 

[text]  did i just see you in the movie theater carrying a margarita into Frozen? 

[text] Maybe we’ll see each other again.

[text] if a CSI technician examined our hotel room with a black light he’d think we hit the Pulse button a DNA blender without a lid

[text] I never thought we’d end up like this.

[text] Why do you keep doing this to me ?

[text] I’m so tired of your lies.

[tex] Why are you so angry ?

[text] I thought you were coming alone…. ?

[text] I should get him/you a card “thanks for letting me use you for your penis on and off as I see fit and for being a nice guy. My boobs and I appreciate your loyalty and dedication”

[text] I don’t understand…

[text] If I had a penis, I’d want to put it in you. And I’d treat you with respect and pay for your drinks. 

[text] You had to apologize for “being too aggressive about harry potter”

[text] We can work this out.

[text]  We have a system, okay?

[text] I don’t have time to shower before my passport photos…your cum is all over my hair…that’s with me for 10 years now 

[text] I know you’re on a date and I should leave you alone but about twenty minutes ago I realized I haven’t been spanked in years so if you’re still looking for a birthday present, you know, consider it. 

[text] I know you’ve been lying to me.

[text] You need to leave. Now !

[text] i woke up to nearly seven feet of basketball player in my bed this morning 

[text] You’re so easy to be with and so hard to be without.

[text] Every morning I wake up with a sad face because I know it is the start of one more day without you.

[text] Everyone leaves.

[text] I don’t know how you put up with me. 

[text] I just fell off a roof. So I’m kinda chillin for a minute. 

[text] Your rough animalistic sex sounds are disrupting my cocktail hour

[text] I’m 2 beers deep on an empty stomach, and I just wanna say, I pride myself on my use of commas

[text] please don’t leave me alone

[text] You cried at the bar for 30 minutes because you got your arm stuck in your sweater. You got free drinks for the rest of the night after the bartender helped you.  

[text] I wish we had more time.

[text] shut up. I wear heels bigger than your dick

[text] I miss you every day.

[text] Please please pick up

[text] Why are my keys in the refrigerator?  

[text] I’m out of practice. be my yoda  

[text] Waldo just asked us for directions. Even he doesn’t know where he is.

[text] Do you think it’ll be awkward standing up at their wedding knowing I’ve slept with both the bride and the groom?

[text] Someone said we’re out of ice. You collapsed on the spot and started sobbing, saying ‘but where will all the polar bears live”. That drunk.

[text] I’d just like to formally thank you for the size of your dick. The gods must really love you.

[text] You made me take a photo of you under the stairs at the bar. “Look I’m Harry Potter.”

[text] This summer has already been like the best summer ever. FREEDOM IS AWESOME. GOD BLESS AMERICA AND GOD BLESS THE SINGLE LIFE.

[text] If u ever apologize to me for “too-rough” sex again I will suspend ur all-access pass to my vagina indefinitely

[text] Mom just told me I need to start having sex.

[text] I’d help you out but I got Bacardi and Tequila poured down my snorkel last night and I’m still drunk

[text] YOU TRIED TO SWIM IN HER FISHTANK. I don’t think she’s going to call you.

[text] And the view of you in reverse cowgirl is arguably the most spectacular view ever… And I’ve seen the Eiffle tower, the colosseum, mountains of Hawaii, Michaelangelo’s David, and the Mona Goddamn Lisa. Just saying.

[text] She’s/you are the perfect storm of great hair, big boobs, intellectualism, and mild moral ambiguity.

[text] It’s not too terrible. You just got a little naked and broke your arm. 

[text] I made friends with a raccoon. I pet it. Like I was Pocahontas.

[text] We had sex in the woods. It was great until some bird started mimicking my orgasm sounds

[text] She said she couldn’t find my penis because my arm was in the way. That was my penis 

[text] Stop making me think about you. I’m busy. 

[text] I spent all night sexting your girlfriend for you because you were too drunk. You’re welcome.

[text] You make me want to be better.

[text] You saw my boobs then looked up and yelled thank you jesus.

Oath | Ch.27 | Jungkook

Genre: Angst | Mafia!AU

Members: Jungkook | You/Reader | Yoongi | Taehyung | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin |

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

Originally posted by berry852

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Word count: 12,103

A/N: Please note that this is just fiction and the characters only borrow the names of the members, nothing more. Their actions, choice of words, relationships, and personalities do not reflect reality. I felt the need to say that before you dive into the chapter. You will see why. 

Catching a glimpse of the small screen above the elevator where numbers suddenly started changing, one after the other, in perfect order,  made your mouth run dry. Someone was coming up. And as far as you knew, only one person could use that particular elevator…Kim Taehyung. Each floor number added another heartbeat to your pulse. With a ding, the doors slid open. The second your eyes met you both froze as if surprised by the other’s presence. His face turned to a frown in the blink of an eye; as expected, considering you were on the wrong side of the door. By some sheer luck, you have been the first one to arrive. Ten more minutes and you would have been caught. Now, pulling on the same thread of luck, you hoped the lies you crafted will hold.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. He spoke in a voice that hinted more towards concern rather than anger. Or maybe a fine mixture of the two.

“I was hungry…”


“So I went down to eat something.”

“You could’ve ordered room service. I told you to stay inside.”

“I’m sorry,” your warm voice softened his expression. “It slipped my mind.”

He pulled you closer and kissed your forehead. You closed your eyes in relief. It worked. Be it he was tired of fighting, or he really didn’t catch the lie, it worked.

“After what happened, I don’t want you walking alone in the streets. I’m not trying to make you a prisoner, princess. I want you to be safe.”

“I’m ok.”

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I am simultaneously excited and afraid for the new Life is Strange game because on the one hand it’s one of my favorite games of all time and they’re bringing back one of my favorite characters of all time, but on the other hand I still can’t play the original without crying, I just want Chloe Price to be happy, and I’m really tired of the burry your gays trope.

Lullaby ~Harry Styles Imagine~

Summary: Your daughter has a hard time sleeping. When you weren’t home, Harry serenades her to sleep. Little did he know you were listening.

Author’s Note: Dunkirk was amazing! I want to watch it again.

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

Harry was sitting on the couch, waiting for you to come home. He put his daughter to bed before coming back to the living room and watching some TV. 

“Daddy,” Darcy said, walking to the living room.

“Darcy? I just put you to bed. What’s wrong love?” Harry asked. Darcy walked over to him.

“I can’t sleep,” She said. 

“Why can’t you sleep?” Harry asked his daughter. 

“I don’t know,” Darcy shrugged.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Harry said getting up. He picked her up before walking to her room.

He tucked her back into bed before going to her bookshelf. 

“Do you want me to read you a book?” Harry asked her. 


“Do you want me to read to you?” Harry asked. 

“Yeah,” Darcy nodded. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his daughter. 

“What song do you want me to sing to you?” Harry asked.

“Two Ghosts,” Darcy said. 


Darcy closed her eyes, waiting for her dad to sing to her. Harry smiled a little at her before singing.

“ Same lips red, same eyes blue
Same white shirt, couple more tattoos
But it’s not you and it’s not me
Tastes so sweet, looks so real
Sounds like something that I used to feel
But I can’t touch what I see

We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat,” He sang to her. 

You walked inside the house but Harry wasn’t there to greet you. You walk upstairs to hear some singing. You walked to the doorway of Darcy’s room to hear Harry singing to her. 

“The fridge light washes this room white
Moon dances over your good side
This was all we used to need
Tongue-tied like we’ve never known
Telling those stories we already told
‘Cause we don’t say what we really mean

We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat.”

Darcy was now asleep in her bed. Harry stopped before kissing her forehead. He got up from the bed to walk out. When he saw you, he smiled. 

“When did you get home?” Harry asked quietly.

“Just now,” You whispered. He walked out of Darcy’s room, closing the door quietly behind him.

“I always loved that song,” You tell him. He leaned in to give you a kiss. When he pulled away, you smiled at him softly.

“Me too. How was work?” Harry asked as you both walked to your room.

“Tiring,” You replied before changing into your pajamas. You both lied down on the bed in your cuddling position.

“Goodnight Harry,” You tell him.

“Good night love,” Harry said before kissing you head. 

Panicky (Pietro x Reader)

“Thanks for taking me out tonight, this was so unexpected!” You smile, excited that your boyfriend had finally decided to take you out to the new bistro house that you’d been dying to try.
“Yeah I figured it’d be a nice place to talk…” He trailed, pushing around his food with his fork.
“Talk about what?” You questioned, a nervous smile playing at your lips.
“…how’s the whole SHIELD/Avengers thing going?” He asks with a subtle eye roll.
“Great to be honest, I mean this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me & my powers, I might even get to join the avengers if the training goes well!” You beam, you were so excited about the things you had experienced in the last two months that you didn’t notice the distance and discomfort coming from the man you once loved.
“So you’re really gonna do this then?” He asked curtly.
“Why are you being so defensive? I told you I really wanted to be a part of this and it seems like you aren’t happy for me at all.” You replied.
“I guess I thought it wasn’t gonna last…” He shrugged, raising his glass to drink. The words stung coming out of his mouth. You thought he understood what this opportunity meant to you. You’d spent your whole life hiding your abilities and to finally be able to use them and feel comfortable in who you were was such a big step, how could he not understand?
“What do you mean?!” You asked bitterly.
“I figured they’d fix your powers and then we could be normal, how else would we stay together? I can’t be with a super hero chick!” He spat.
“Seriously?! ‘Normal’?! Am I some kind of freak?! How can you be so inconsiderate? You know how hard I’ve worked for this, how much it means to me!” You yelled.
“Keep it down, we’re in public! I wanted to try to do this nicely..” He said.
“So you’re breaking up with me? Fine, fuck you! I’m out of here!” You stood from the table, pushing in your chair harshly knocking over the glass of wine you had been sipping.
You walked out of the restaurant and immediately started to cry. Making your way down the New York City streets you notice a club with a sign that says ladies night $5 cocktails. Wiping your eyes you sniffle one last time before entering, figuring a few drinks will numb the pain.
“1 flaming dr pepper please.” You say as you approach the bartender. She gladly takes your money and presents you with the cocktail. You sip it before sending out a group text to the ladies of Avengers Tower.
“I’m at this place called The Tiki Lounge, Chad dumped me & it’s ladies night here, GIRLS NIGHT ASSEMBLE!” You send it to Darcy, Wanda & Natasha hoping they’ll meet you and cheer you up. The girls agree and within a half hour the four of you are laughing away in a booth, drinks in hand.
“So he dumped you for being an Avenger?!” Darcy exclaimed.
“He said, and I quote 'I can’t be with some super hero chick!’” You mocked him bitterly, downing the rest of your drink.
“Screw that guy, I’ve got half a mind to find him & open a can of super hero chick whoop ass!” Natasha glared.
“I’m glad it’s over, I’m better off without him.” You sighed.
“Cheers to that!” Wanda smiles.
You grab another drink and head out on the dance floor with the girls, turning the club into your own personal party. The four of you popped bottles and got completely wild, dancing on tables and doing body shots. In the whirlwind of booze you soon forget about your ex, thinking more about the next chapter of your life as an avenger.
“I love you ladies, I’m so happy to have you.” You grin as you slide your arms around Natasha and Wanda’s shoulders.
“Group hug! Get in here Darce!” You shout. The four of you hug as you drunkenly sway to the music.
“Maybe we should head home, I’m so drunk I can hear everyone in the bars thoughts at once.” Wanda laughs. The four of you head out of the club, Wanda pulls her phone out to call a ride as you start babbling all of your thoughts.
“You know, I was feeling bad right? Cuz in training I see Pietro and I’m like 'Daaaaaaaaamn’ cuz he’s like hot as fuck. But I was feeling bad for thinking like that cuz of Chad but now he’s gone, I think I’ll follow that old saying 'get over him by getting under someone else’ cuz you know I’m tryna get under that speedy sokovian!!!” You laugh hysterically as you hug Darcy.
“(Y/n) & Speedy sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” She chants as the two of you spin in a circle. Meanwhile Wanda has Pietro on speaker phone & he’s heard this whole thing.
“Was that (y/n)?!” He wonders, voice laced with shock.
“Yes, brother- drunken mind speaks sober heart. I tell you all the time I am right but you never listen. I’m literally a mind reader! Anyway, please pick us up, we’re at The Tiki Lounge on 22nd street.” Wanda says. “I heard you (y/n)! He likes you you know?” Wanda raises a brow as she turns to you.
“Nuh uh! He’s flirty with everyone!” You state.
“But he only means it for you, I read his mind and its hearts with your name in it.” She giggles making a red heart silhouette appear before you. You chit chat for a little longer, Wanda’s revelation swirling around your mind along with the alcohol in your system. Suddenly every passing glance and inside joke between you and Pietro seems to mean more. Soon enough Pietro pulls up in the suv.
“Hello ladies, I see girls night has treated you well.” He smiles and opens the door. Darcy and Natasha climb into the back seat first, Wanda lightly pushes you toward the front passenger door, you miss and fall into Pietro’s chest.
“Shot gun!” You giggle. He laughs and spins you around, opening the front passenger door before helping you into the seat.
“Thank you speedy.” You smirk, staring up at him. He reaches across you, buckling the seatbelt.
“It is my pleasure.” He winks as the seatbelt clicks into place.
Soon you’re on the road, driving past various fast food places.
“You know what would be awesome right now?!” Darcy muses.
“McDonald’s! Can we stop pleeeeeeease?!!” Wanda finishes Darcy’s sentence.
“Fine.” Pietro huffs as he turns into the drive thru. Wanda and Darcy high five in celebration.
“Welcome to McDonald’s, go ahead with your order whenever you’re ready.” The cashier says through the speaker.
“Ooh can I have a large fry? And a coca cola!” You say. Pietro repeats your order to the cashier, going down the line he relays all of the girls orders before pulling around to pay. He hands you your drink then passes the bags back to the girls.
“Here’s your fries (y/n).” Nat says as she passes you the red box of salty potato sticks. You stuck a few in your mouth, savoring the salty goodness.
“Wanna fry?” You asked, dangling one near Pietro’s lips. He responds by taking the fry into his mouth.
“Thanks frumoasă.” He replied.
“Frumumuh what does that mean?” You ask, stuffing another fry in your mouth.
“He thinks you’re beautiful.” Wanda laughs.
“Your welcome handsome.” You giggle, patting his thigh. The rest of the ride is mostly silent, save for the sounds of burger chewing & soda slurping. Pietro side eyes you throughout the ride, glancing as you drunkenly day dream. In your head you were contemplating your situation. Even though you’d had a great night out with the girls & were spouting brave words of being over it you still couldn’t help feeling sad about the break up. The thought of being alone made you want to cry, so you closed your eyes hoping to stop the tears from flowing.
Pulling into the car park underneath the tower Pietro stopped the SUV. The girls stumbled out, heels in their hands as they started to head to the elevator. Pietro sighed as he saw the wreckage of McDonald’s bags and cups strewn across the backseat, he got out to pick up all the garbage. It was then you noticed you were crying, eyes misting like a lawn sprinkler.
“Are you coming (y/n)?” Natasha called, looking back at you.
“Too tired to move.” You lied, tugging your knees up in the seat.
“Pietro make sure she gets in ok, please?” Natasha said.
“Of course I will.” He half smiled.
After taking the trash to the bin he comes back to the passenger side door, looking through the window he sees your shoulders rocking with your sobs.
“What is the matter?” He asks, opening the door. You turn to him, eyes glazed over as little black tear tracks stain your cheeks.
“He never believed in me. He thought SHIELD would fix me and make me normal.” You spoke the realization, your ex never truly loved you, he never really accepted who you were. Pietro frowned, his heart broke seeing you like this. He scooped you up in his arms, kicking the door closed behind him.
“I’m gonna be alone forever, I’m a freak.” You continued.
“No (y/n), he is going to be alone forever. You are a beautiful person with an amazing gift, you help people & he is stupid for letting you slip through his fingers.” He soothed as he wiped the tears from your eyes. You held onto him tighter as he walked to the elevator, pushing the button to the residential floor.
“You’re a good guy Pietro, handsome and sweet.” You smiled, twirling his silver locks in your fingers. He knew you were drunk and thinking out loud but he had to admit he enjoyed your touch as you played with his hair.
“Uh huh, & you are ready for bed dragoste.” He chuckled lightly. The doors opened to the hallway of the living quarters. He stepped out, carrying you toward your room.
“I mean it, speedy. You’re so sweet. and handsome. and nice.” You
Punctuated each compliment with a kiss to Pietro’s neck, for the first time in years he thought his legs would give out.
'She’s drunk, this is not real Pietro. Just get her to bed!’ He thought to himself.
“(Y/n) I do not think you want to be doing what you’re doing.” He forced the words out of his dry throat.
“Why not? You think I’m beautiful right? Fromuh-what ever.” You stumbled over his word from earlier as you looked up at him.
“You are beautiful.” He said, looking at your angelic face. Your eyes burned holes into his better judgment, incinerating it as your palm cupped his face, thumb brushing over his stubble.
“Then kiss me.” You lick your lips, grazing your teeth over your bottom lip. He couldn’t resist the temptation anymore, giving into your soft, supple lips. Your legs wrapped tighter around him giving him the leverage to hold your bottom with one hand while the other tangled into your silky (h/c) tresses. Your lips pursed open to allow the kiss to deepen, tongues moving in sync. You grind against him, wanting him so bad in this moment. He uses his speed to get to your door, pinning you against it he begins kissing your neck. You moan out before he stops, breathing hot against your neck.
“What’s wrong?” You ask as he let’s you down, feet thumping to the floor.
“We cannot do this, not in this way.” He sighs.
“But I want you,” you say as you start kissing up his neck again.
'Oh printesa, you are killing me! Please let me do the right thing.’ He thinks.
“I’m drunk, I don’t care.” You laugh, pulling him into another kiss. He starts to give in.
'Nyet! Pietro get out of here now before she hates you and you hate yourself in the morning.’
“Well I do, go to bed. I will see you tomorrow.” He says firmly before speeding off. You open your door, stumbling in before you begin crying again. This time it wasn’t the break up, it was the shame of throwing yourself at Pietro. You just wanted to feel loved. You kicked your heels off and immediately collapsed into your bed, hoping you’d wake up and this all would be a dream.
You wake up, eyes puffy and still in your dress from the night before. The night starts coming back in flashes. Dumped. -Ouch!- Ladies night. -Nice.-
Throwing yourself at Pietro and getting rejected! -*hurl*- Your stomach wrenches at that last thought. You run to your bathroom, immediately puking your guts out.
'Fuuuuuckkkkk! Fuck fuck fuck fuck!’ Is all you can think as you lay on the cold linoleum floor. You pull yourself up when you hear your phone go off. Trudging back to your bed you grab your phone, seeing a text from Steve.
“Nat informed me of your unfortunate circumstances, I’m not expecting you in training for the next couple days. You’ve got 48 hours to clear your head and refocus, chin up soldier :)” you appreciated the time to yourself, maybe you could hide out and some how never see him again? You texted back a thank you before heading back to the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and got cleaned up before fixing some breakfast. Just as you finished your last bite a knock came at your door. Creeping to the door you peak through the peep hole, the blood drains from your face and you think you might be sick again when you see who it is.
Pietro stands on the other side of your door, hoping to explain last night, hoping you aren’t mad at him.
A few moments pass before he knocks again.
Nope, definitely not- abort mission! Not answering the door.’ You think as you quietly tip toe away from the door. He waits a little longer before walking away in defeat.
You spend the next 48 hours in your quarters, avoiding everyone and racking your brain.
'Why (y/n) why?! *Get over him by getting under someone else* haha good one! Now I have to live knowing that Pietro thinks I’m a dumb slut. Chances of actually getting to be with Pietro are now 0 at best.’ You sulked. At the end of your quarantine you emerge from your room dressed and ready to train. You’re speed walking to the elevator when a blue blur races toward you.
“Hey (y/n)-”
“Don’t talk to me.” You cut him off. He immediately speeds away, you feel awful but you just can’t deal with it. For the next week you make sure you don’t see him. You request to train exclusively with Natasha in one on one sessions, citing your need to polish your assassin skills. You train hard, letting Natasha put you through the ringer of her red eye training sessions. You’re up and ready by 3:00 am and train for 4 hours. When you aren’t training you’re hiding in your room.

“Just talk to her, explain your feelings.” Wanda says. She’s sitting in the recliner of her room as Pietro lays sprawled upon her couch. The scene lends itself to the analogy of the psychiatrist and patient.
“I did, you should have seen the way she looked at me and snapped. Four words and I still bleed from the wound.” He whines.
“This must stop brother, we are all a team which means we need to all be on the same page. Not to mention you both drive me mad, minds whirling in turmoil at all hours of the night and day!” She hissed.
“What does she think about?” He asks, sitting up to pay full attention.
“That is not for me to tell, talk to her. That is all I will say.” She responds.
It’s the beginning of week two of your special training with Nat.
You run into her on your way to the elevator.
“How’s it going?” She asks.
“Ok I guess…” You respond.
“How’s your 'speedy sokovian’?” She raises a brow.
“Oh god do people know what happened?!” You grimace. It had been a little over a week with no words spoken between the two of you and you knew he wouldn’t tell anyone about what happened, save for Wanda maybe.
“No, what happened?” She asks, truly perplexed. She figured you had undertook this training camp in hopes of distancing your mind from the break up, she hadn’t thought Pietro had anything to do with it.
“So that night when I was drunk…I did something awful…I completely threw myself at Pietro! Like making out, gross, practically begging him for it! Just assassinate me Nat, he probably thinks I’m an idiot.” You conclude.
“Have the two of you spoken since it happened?” She wondered.
“No! I feel so gross, embarrassed and rejected. The worst part is I actually do, well, did kinda have a thing for him and now it’s ruined.” You huffed, thinking about seeing him made you feel like throwing up, let alone actually speaking words.
“You’re gonna have to get over it, especially since you’re on the team full time now.” She smiled.
“I’m a real Avenger now?” You beamed at the news.
“As soon as you sort this out with speedy.” She replied. You grumbled at the statement. Entering the training room you started your rounds, feeling good to be doing something to keep your mind off things. The session goes well until he whirls through the door.
“Finished my laps, now what?” He says as he takes a few steps forward; eyes falling straight to yours, catching you in his sapphire gaze.
“Are we done?” You ask Nat, eyes pleading for her to say yes.

“How about a bit of sparring, you and (y/n).” She answers as she walks toward the bench, sipping from her water bottle.
As he approaches you a toxic cocktail of emotions spring forth. Anger, lust, embarrassment. You square up, throwing the first punch you decide to pick anger as your chief emotion. He dodges it with ease, throwing one back. You start off slow but as the tension mounts it starts to have the potential of becoming a real fight. He kicks when you think he’s gonna punch causing your legs to be swept from under you.
“Why’d you leave?” You blurted angrily.
“Why didn’t you answer the door the next day?” He retorted. At this point Natasha had quietly stepped out. He tried to help you up, you scooted away, rolling onto your feet on your own.
“Cuz I felt like an idiot! I threw myself at you and you rejected me! I felt like a cheap whore!” You crossed your arms and turned away from him. He zipped back in front of you.
“I didn’t reject you! Believe me you made it very, VERY hard to leave. I didn’t want to take advantage of you. You don’t even remember what I said do you?” He waited for an answer he was sure you didn’t have.
“I said not like this, not that I didn’t want you! I just didn’t want you when you were drunk and vulnerable. It would have been wrong.” His voice had calmed a little. Suddenly, like a kick in the mouth you remember Wanda’s confession of Pietro’s supposed feelings for you. Embarrassment flooding your being your eyes fall, unable to meet his gaze.

“I’m sorry, ok? That night I just wanted to feel something besides being hurt and I didn’t expect you to be a gentleman & I felt so alone. I twisted everything to try & lie to myself so it would be your fault. I was embarrassed, in the whole time I’ve been here you were always so good to me & I thought I ruined it.” You confessed, wiping tears away.
“You didn’t ruin anything,” He took you in his arms, kissing your forehead.
“So can we be friends again? I miss having someone to make fun of people with.” He chuckled.
After making up with Pietro the two of you became close again, flirting and joking with one another. You were currently hanging out in the common room after a training session, laughing at a prank Pietro had pulled on Clint.
“So what are you doing tonight?” Pietro asked as he sipped his water.
“Netflix and chillin’.” You chuckled.
“You should come 'chill’ in my room.” He smirked.
“And why is that?” You mused. He placed his arm around you, the very action causing a heat to rush through you.
“Because I will provide candy, pop corn and a nice surface to snuggle upon.” He stated matter of factly.
Pondering his proposal you tapped your chin.
“Candy you say? I suppose I can raid your candy stash and make you watch chick flicks.” You grinned mischievously.
You made plans to meet at his quarters at around 8. This gave you time to relax, shower and take a nap.
When the time came to get ready and go you chose to stay casual in leggings and an oversized slouchy sweater, throwing your hair in a messy bun before heading over to his room. You barely knock before he answers.
“Welcome to movie night!” He smiles, ushering you into his room. You can’t believe your eyes when you see the amazing set up he’d created. Scented candles lined the book shelf on the back wall, he had set up a plush pillow sanctuary in front of the TV, pop corn and six different candies laid along the coffee table.
“This is so sweet! I’m never going to be able to eat all that candy.” You laughed as he scooped you up into a hug.
“Who says the candy is for you?” He chuckled giving you a kiss. You snuggled up in the pillows, scrolling through the movie selections as you munched on skittles.
“Comedy, Romance, Scifi, horror…what do you prefer?” He asked.
“Comedy!” You cheered.
Settling on a Seth Rogan film you laid with Pietro contently. As you watched the film Pietro found himself looking down on you, enamored with your smile and adorable wrinkle that appeared in your nose when you laughed. He leaned in, quickly pecking your nose with a kiss, you smile up at him returning the gesture with a peck on his cheek. You returned your attention to the movie, laughing as you and Pietro took turns trying different candies. When the movie was over you found yourself laying in Pietro’s lap while he played with your hair.
“What next printesa?” He mused as his fingers gently massaged your scalp.
Your mind travelled back to what he had said when the two of you were sparing.
“Actually, you said something before and I’ve been wondering about it ever since…” You trailed, looking up at him.
“And what have you been wondering bomboană?” He asked, pulling you closer to him.
“What exactly made it so hard for you to leave that night?” You asked, sitting up as you tossed your hair out of your face.
“Well, what do you remember?” He smirked, stretching out with his hands behind his head. You proceeded to straddle him, running your fingers up his torso, a small grin appearing as his muscles tensed under your touch.
“I remember kissing you…here. Here. And here…” You said as you placed kisses on his neck, slightly sucking and nipping at his skin, he let out a sharp breath. His eyes were closed, enjoying the feel of your body against his.
“Then I remember saying 'kiss me’.” You whispered in his ear, running your fingers through his hair before bringing your lips to his, enveloping your senses in the taste of his kiss. His arms wrapped around you as your arms slung around his neck, hands gently tugging the hairs at the nape, rolling your hips as he bucks up into you with a groan.
Soon your clothes are falling off and the two of you are down to your underwear, clothes strewn across the floor as Pietro peppers your neck and chest with hungry kisses. You can’t keep your hands off of him, craving constant contact as he pulls your bra straps down, eyes devouring you with an animalistic glare. You quickly unsnap the back, freeing yourself of confining fabric, his hands knead at your breasts, fingertips pinching the sensitive peaks as your mouths connect once more. Your back arches, removing one hand he places his mouth upon your breast as his newly free hand slips into your panties, strumming your slick center. A few high pitched moans escape your throat before he pulls away, bringing his fingers to his lips for a taste. You sit up, kissing him before sucking the juices from his fingers, focusing on his oceanic eyes.
“My sweet printesa.” He sighed, biting his lower lip. You kiss a trail down his body, tugging down his boxers you palm his head, stroking down the shaft. His head falls back, jaw slack as you take him into your mouth.
“Esti asa de bine printesa..” He groaned. You continue bobbing down, taking every inch into your mouth, his pleasurous moans igniting a fire within you.
“Mm, I need you.” You sigh, stroking him. He brings you up for a kiss before laying you back, gently parting your legs, teasing you with just his tip.
You instinctively buck up against him, craving his cock.
“Pietro please!” You whine, and he obliges. Finally filling you with his hardness. His thrusts are slow and deliberate at first as he savors the precious look on your face, eyes soft as you bite your lower lip.
“Keep going…faster.” You gasp, sitting up on your elbows. Pietros hand is soon threaded through your hair as he hungrily kisses you, picking up the pace. You reached a hand up, digging into his shoulder blade, eliciting a groan from him.
He kisses and sucks the crook of your neck, growling explicit praise in his mother tongue. Soon your bodies are in rhythm, writhing in an animalistic dance of bliss and pleasure,
“Fuck” you all but squeal when he bites into your neck, causing you to scratch your nails down his back eliciting a deep growl from him.
“Keep going, keep going…you feel so good.” You breathe.
Pietro grips your thighs, pinning you down as he thrusts deeper than before and soon you’re cumming undone. Writhing and moaning, he moves his hands from your thighs, pulling his arms around you he brings you to his chest. You grind down on his shaft, sharing a lusty kiss as he releases his seed.
He lays you back against the body pillow you were sitting against before, kissing you on the forehead.
“Shower & sleep over?” He nudges into you, kissing your shoulder.
“Of course.” You smile.

The End.

(Tell me if this is good or not, ok?)

To Hell And Back [Kol Mikaelson x Reader ]

Requested: no

Summary: Elena sent her siblings, Jeremy and (Y/N) to Denver, where the latter met Kol. He explained to her everything about the supernatural that her sister had compelled her to forget. When Elena and Damon take her away from Kol, they compel her except she remembers everything because she was on vervain. (Y/N) makes it her duty to learn about everything that happened in Mystic Falls. She reunites with Kol and they date, until Jeremy kills him and she runs away from home. Later, Jeremy dies and (Y/N) blames Elena for every death. When the veil falls, (Y/N) reunites with her loved ones but, knows that they will leave her. Until, she learns that Kol and Jeremy managed to survive.

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 2892

A/N: I’m not very happy with this fic but maybe one of you will enjoy it.

Small reminder that my requests are open.

“(Y/N)!” Jeremy yelled from downstairs, “Dinner’s ready!”

You ran down the stairs, the waft of your family’s curry chicken hitting your nose bringing a smile to your face. You sat at the table and watched as your siblings conversed silently, probably talking about some supernatural event that they omitted from you, as per usual.

You weren’t supposed to know about vampires, werewolves, hybrids or whatever. They wanted to keep you ‘safe’ not realizing that the way to do that was to keep you in the loop. There was only one reason you knew this, Kol Mikaelson. You had met in an uncanny way, Elena had sent you away for Denver with Jeremy but, Klaus had sent Kol to keep an eye on the two of you as a threat.

Kol became friends with the two of you quickly. You brother made other friends but you had really clicked with the Mikaelson brother and bonded with him. This all changed when Damon and Elena came to protect the two of you from him. You watched as Kol bashed Damon’s head with a baseball bat yet, somehow, he still didn’t repulse you. You looked back at the brown-haired vampire as Elena grabbed your hand, making you run.

Once you were safe, Elena asked that Damon compel you to forget everything, Kol included. In vain, since he had already revealed everything to you, earning your trust, and he had made sure that you drank vervain frequently and wore the vervain bracelet that your sister had given you all the time. Before compelling you, Damon took of your bracelet then cupped your cheeks and asked you to forget everything, including the person who had made you feel included for the first in a long time. You acted as if nothing happened and went back to the same old (Y/N), the one before meeting Kol Mikaelson.

This brought you to now, Elena had just driven off the bridge where your parents died once again. You needed this, your siblings and their friends were still running around, protecting themselves and the town, keeping you in the dark, theoretically. You watched as your sister became a vampire, as the Council kidnapped Stefan and other vampires. You had made it your business to know every supernatural thing to happen in this town. Still, you hadn’t seen Kol, anywhere. And to be honest, you were disappointed, you were hoping that he would find you again.

“Hey, is (Y/N) with us?” a hand waved in front of your eyes.

You jumped in surprise and shook head, “Yeah, sorry. I’m a bit tired.”  you lied, looking for an excuse to head back to your room.

“Go to bed (Y/N),” Elena told you, “I’ll put your stuff away, just don’t watch your TV shows for too long.”

“Thanks.” You smiled softly and the two other Gilberts did the same, “’Night.” You ran up the stairs entering your bedroom. You grabbed your computer, not bothering to put your headphones on, and pressed play on the current episode of Teen Wolf that you were watching. The third episode had started when a something hit your window. Your heart started beating faster as you set the computer beside you on the bed and got up, heading to the window. It was dark out, you looked at the clock, 00:17. Your siblings were probably very drowsy and couldn’t hear anything, even with Elena’s vampire hearing. You slowly opened your window. Using your phone as a flashlight to see through the darkness. Suddenly, a face appeared in front of you and you slapped your hand on your mouth before you could scream. You looked at the face in front of you and smiled when your eyes met familiar dark brown orbs.

“Hello love, remember me?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Kol Mikaelson, about damn time.” You smiled softly, stepping to the side to let the Original in.

He looked up at you, smirking, “What?” you asked.

“I’m a vampire, darling, you have to invite me in.” he laughed softly.

You wacked yourself on the forehead, “Right! Sorry Kol, come on in.” you exaggerated the last part, grinning madly.

Once he entered your bedroom, you tackled him in a hug, “I missed you so much, I thought I’d never see you again.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, “I missed you too, love.” His lips forming a smile, “And, now that you’re here with me,” he pulled away from you, “I have got to do something I should’ve done in Denver.” He said, right before smashing his lips against yours.

You had to admit, you had never expected this but your body answered for you by pressing your lips back onto his. His lips were soft and passionate against yours, shifting constantly to make the perfect puzzle of your mouths fit together. His arms found themselves around your waist and yours wrapped around his neck. You pushed your mouth on to his a little deeper, earning a low growl from the back of his throat. He bit down on your lower lip, trying get you to open your mouth and let his tongue. Slowly, you opened your mouth and his tongue, slipped in to it. He didn’t remove his mouth from yours as his hands wandered around your body.

That was how you first night in Mystic Falls with the Original vampire Kol Mikaelson went. You made out and went no further than that, and you were both very happy with it, not wanting to ruin what you had by going too fast.

That night, your relationship with the youngest Mikaelson brother started. Every night, Kol would visit your room and you would do anything, watch TV shows together, sleep, talk… Every day you would look forward to the evening, to see Kol. The only problem was your siblings, they would never consent to your relationship, even though you loved each other more than anything in the world.

You were lying in your bed, your head propped up by a pillow, talking to Kol, “She’s my sister and I love her but she wreaks havoc and hurts people in the process. For example, she made me forget you in Denver when I begged her not to. She killed Jeremy’s girlfriend Vicki, Aunt Jenna and Ric, all this by asking people who didn’t ask for anything to help her. She is the cause for nearly everything bad in this godforsaken town and she won’t even let me in on it. Didn’t she learn her lesson when Jeremy discovered the truth?” you ranted to your boyfriend.

“Firstly, how do you know all this, you were compelled for the most part?” he asked

“I may or may not have gone snooping in her diary.” You replied.

“Okay… Secondly, she’s your sister, she’ll come through, whether it takes a day or a year. That’s how family works, trust me, I know.” He grinned.

“You’re right” you said.

“I know, love.” He pecked your lips softly.

Jeremy and Elena had gone off to your family’s lake house, allowing you to have the house to yourself. You took advantage of this to hang out with at another time than midnight and in another place than your room. You hadn’t been so happy since a long time, which was hard, since the people you loved had a tendency of dying out of the blue. But, as do all good things, it ended by Elena’s return. She didn’t talk to you much since she was off dealing with supernatural problems.

Still, afraid of the risk of being caught together, Kol snuck in and out of your room at night and you would sometime escape your protective sister’s sight to go on a date with him. These weren’t the best conditions but it was better than not seeing each other at all.

One night, Kol was walking down the streets, listening to music when Elena called him to ask him to come over and call a truce. Of course, Elena hadn’t told you anything about this so when the doorbell rang, you were genuinely surprised to find your brown-eyed boyfriend smiling down at you.

You were about to ruin your secret when Elena came in the and saw you staring at Kol. Hurrying to you, Elena turned you to face her and ‘compelled’ you, “You didn’t see Kol, the doorbell rang but I went to get it, you just stayed in your room. Go back there and don’t come back down.”

Reluctantly, you walked back up the stairs and shooting him one last look before entering your room. You left your door ajar, to be able to listen in to what was happening, knowing that nothing good was to come from this.

You were reading a book when you heard a loud crash and somebody yell your name, Kol. Immediately, you ran down the stairs and saw your boyfriend on fire.

“Kol!” you yelled rushing to him, throwing your coat over him to kill the flames. He was lying on the ground unmoving, you removed the coat, dreading the sight you would see. You saw your boyfriend, dead. You breathed sharply and looked up to your siblings, Jeremy held the white oak stake in his hand.

“(Y/N), we-” Elena started.

You raised your hand, signaling for her to shut up, “Don’t. Kol was my best friend in Denver he told me about every supernatural thing going on here and got me to drink vervain. I saw him again here and we started dating. And now,” you choked up, “you ruthlessly killed him.”

“(Y/N), just-” she started again, reaching towards you.

You dodged her, “You know what, Elena? Fuck off. I’m leaving, don’t come looking for me.”

You took one last look at the corpse of your boyfriend and ran up to your room to pack away. When you were done, your suitcase filled with everything you needed, you walked down the stairs and saw Elena and Jeremy with tear-stained faces.

You turned to Jeremy and hugged him, “I’m sorry she got you roped into this shit.” You whispered. You pulled away and opened the, “Goodbye.” You said before permanently leaving.

You walked to the only person who you trusted enough to not give you up and keep you updated on everything happening in Mystic Falls. You walked up to his door and rang the doorbell.

The door opened and your eyes met blue ones, “Hey Matty, can I crash here please?”

He gladly welcomed you in and you explained everything that had happened, and asking him to not reveal your whereabouts. Being a good friend, he promised that he wouldn’t reveal where you were. You watched as he came and went, telling you about everything related to the supernatural. Obviously, you still went out but avoided everyone in Elena’s entourage when you saw them. This went on until, one day, Matt insisted you go to your old home. Instantly, you knew something was wrong, you got up and he drove you to the Gilbert household. Once there, you saw everyone, Caroline, Stefan, Elena and everyone else. You entered the house, everyone watching you.

“What’s going on?” you asked, seeing everyone crying. It was Caroline who pointed up the stairs.

You ran up the stairs and rushed into Jeremy’s room and gasped, your eyes welling up. The vision of your brother’s lifeless body blurring up with tears. You couldn’t take it, another dead person because of Elena. You fell to your knees, Matt wrapping his arms around you. You gripped on to him, sobbing. You knew that you needed to piece yourself together and got up. Wiping the tears that were still falling from your face. You walked down the stairs and heard Elena started talking but Matt stopping her.

You walked outside when Stefan Salvatore vamp-sped in front of you, “She needs you, (Y/N).” he said.

“You know who I need?” you asked spitefully, “I need my brother, my boyfriend, aunt Jenna, Ric. Tyler needs his mom back, Matt wants his sister back. But we can’t get them back, can we? You know why? Because they died, every last one of them because Elena needs to be protected, no matter what! They died for Elena to live. How many lives did we trade for one? Who is going to be the next one? You’re telling me that my sister needs me? Tell her she can go to hell because everyone here has gone through it for her to survive.” You said before storming off.

You still lived with Matt, somehow the atmosphere hadn’t changed. He still took care of you and kept you updated. Sometimes, people, especially Caroline and Stefan, would ask you to help get Elena to turn her humanity back on, you just told them that you didn’t care. You continued to live on your life, without her.

You stayed radio silent when you heard that Elena got her humanity back. You mostly went out to go to the cemetery, dark, right? But it brought you calm to talk to your loved ones, even if they couldn’t hear you. You ‘spoke’ a lot with Ric and Jeremy. Kol wasn’t buried in Mystic Falls but you felt that he was at your spot so you spoke to him there, at a small secluded place at the Grill.

You were ‘talking’ to him about how much you missed him and wanted to talk with him. When there was a power outage. You threw a look at Matt, raising an eyebrow but his expression showed that he was just as surprised as you. You walked over to him and Rebekah, and helped them prepare everything for an emergency power outage. It took quite some time to get ready but when all the candles were out and lit, you returned to your booth to get something from your bag. Matt and Rebekah had disappeared, probably to check outside. The weather had cleared up a second ago and you were all alone in the Grill.

It was weird but you didn’t think much of it, you went back into your bag, looking for your phone when a familiar voice spoke, “Hello, love.”

Your back straightened and you turned towards the place where the voice came from, “Kol.” You breathed before smashing your lips against his.

After a while you pulled away, “How?” you asked, “you died, I saw you.”

“Your little witch brought down the Other Side for a short time. And I intended to spend it with you, also to kill Elena.” He said, before vamp-speeding you off to the cemetery.

“Well, well, well. Gilbert, I was planning to kill your brother but he’s dead so I’ll have to do with you.” He grinned walking menacingly towards your sister.

You stepped in front of him, “Kol stop! Don’t kill her, she’s my sister.”

“I was there, I heard every word you said, how she killed everyone you loved.” He said, confused.

“Yes, but she doesn’t deserve to die for it.” You whispered, placing your hand on his chest.

His hands reached to get yours, “Fine, love, for you.”

“Thank you.” You said hugging him tightly.

Behind you heard Elena exhale, and another voice that you hadn’t heard in a long time spoke, “Thank you (Y/N).”

Jeremy. You pulled away from your boyfriend and tackled him in a hug, “You’re back.” For the second time today, your eyes were filled with tears of joy.

“I have something to show you guys,” he said, “especially you (Y/N).” you turned to look at Kol but he was gone. Disappointed, you walked with your brother, his arm hung loosely over your shoulder, just like old times.

You and the rest of the ‘Elena Gilbert protection team’ followed Jeremy to one of your favorite spots to be alone, a willow tree that Jeremy had shown you when you were younger. Standing underneath was everybody, Ric, Jenna, Kol, everyone you loved. You started tearing up again.

Jeremy started to talk, “We all heard you (Y/N) the night I died, we all missed you.” He smiled.

Everybody started reuniting with one another, you and Kol got away from the group, to be alone. The truth was that you both felt a bit like outsiders. Anyways, you enjoyed each other’s company.

You spent the whole day with Kol but you knew that the time was coming soon, he would leave you again.

“I don’t want to lose you again Kol.” You cried

“You won’t, love, I’ll find a way.” He smiled softly, caressing your face.

He kissed you softly when, suddenly, you couldn’t feel his lips against yours anymore. You opened your eyes and saw that Kol was gone. Your eyes fell to the ground in despair, you were heartbroken, again.

You trudged back to Matt’s and entered your room. You dove onto your bed and started sobbing. Then, you heard a small bang from your window. You opened it to see your boyfriend, back from the dead.

“Kol.” You breathed.

“Hello, love, I’m back. Permanently.” He grinned.

You let him in and he explained how he had used Bonnie’s spell to come back to the living, like Jeremy, you later learned. You couldn’t be happier.

When he was done, you pressed a chaste kiss on his lips and said, “I love you, Kol.”

“I love you too, darling.”

Sleepover with Chenle

Request: yknow what imma req a sleepover scenario w/ chenle or the other china line membeRS BCS I NEED MORE STUFF TO LOVE JUNGWOO KUN AND LUCAS

May I request a Sleeping Over with ChenLe? This request isn’t urgent. Just do it whenever you have time to. I’ve noticed that ChenLe hasn’t gotten as much live as the other members😭😭 As a ChenLe stan I feel like he needs more recognition :)

  • i love chinaline requests, just saying
  • and sorry for the lack of posts i’ve been so busy 😩
  • so im back with another sleepover with! series
  • it’s been long since i wrote one
  • the previous one was renjun’s if im not wrong
  • hope this is enough
  • let’s go!!!

  • so you know chenle always had a thing for skinship and just hugs in general

  • at random times he’d go up to you and pinch your cheeks or hug you as he gives the biggest smile
  • “yOU’RE SO CUTE I LOVE YOU Y/N!!!!!”
  • so one day he suggests that you go over to the dorms for a sleepover & a small movie, or anime night i’d say
  • because the rest of the members wont be there
  • plus chenle’s feeling really affectionate lately and he just wants to spend time with you so!!
  • of course you’d agree
  • and he’s so happy you can hear his dolphin scream and laughter all the way from the dorms
  • “Y/N….. what did you do Chenle, our eardrums are gonna burst really soon. please collect your boyfriend” -Mark
  • such a cutie
  • that evening when you go over he has everything set up already
  • blankets and pillows (with small animal soft toys) around the living room
  • and he’s in the cutest dolphin pyjamas ever??
  • he throws you a matching set he bought just for you so you can match with him :’)
  • he even bought your favourite snacks & drinks
  • because he wants to make sure you’re happy and that tonight will be memorable for you
  • and also because he only has today to spend so much time with you
  • so it means a lot to him
  • and you can sense his sincerity, your heart just melts because he’s so sweet???
  • 20 minutes into the movie/anime
  • he gets bored and starts poking your cheek and giggling to himself
  • “focus on the television chenle, not me”
  • “but you’re so cute, i cant help it”
  • “also… this is kinda boring, can we do something more fun?”
  • and he does that pout that always makes you soft so obviously you’d give in
  • so y'all change plans and play video games instead
  • he becomes all excited again
  • and when he does, he does this victory dance that makes you laugh
  • and seeing you laugh makes him even happier
  • takes hundreds of photos of you
  • and also many selfies of the both of you just being silly and cute
  • would immediately set it as his lockscreen
  • “chenle ah, don’t stay up too late with Y/N!” - taeyong
  • momyong
  • after a few hours chenle’s so tired from all the excitement he just lies on your lap as you brush through his hair
  • his hand holding onto yours
  • both of you are watching your favourite disney movie
  • soon enough you hear a soft snore and the weight of his head becoming heavier on your lap
  • you look down and you see the cutest and purest sight
  • his cheeks are all puffed up and his hair’s slightly covering his eyes
  • his hands are still holding onto yours
  • and he looks so comfortable sleeping on your lap you cant bear to move
  • and your cheeks all pink because,,, wow you love this boy so much???
  • so you just lay back onto the couch and slowly fall asleep too
  • such a cute couple aw
  • hours later the members comeback
  • taeyong & doyoung has the sweetest and proudest smile on their faces
  • haechan snaps a picture
  • “let’s not disturb them, they look so adorable”
Nightmares: Damien Haas Imagine

Originally posted by naixoceh

A/N: This was requested by @emilyisinlove36 and it’s so cute aahh, the gif is random but whateves lmao, and I suggest you listen to Medicine by Daughter while reading this bc it just gives it the soft vibe I want it to have

Words: 868 words

Warnings: A little bit angsty, but very fluffy 

Pairing: Damien x Reader

“Stay away!” You screamed as you ran up the stairs. 

You heard footsteps pounding that made you tremble in fear. The footsteps grew closer as you curled up into a ball in the dark closet while tears streamed down your face. You could hear his loud breathing through the door which didn’t seem possible but this psycho seemed to be able to do it. 

You kept your mouth shut as you heard him start to walk away which made you sigh in relief. But suddenly, the door slammed open and he grabbed you by your legs.You screamed and screamed but no one heard you.

No one heard you. 

You flew up out of bed drenched in sweat.You calmed your breathing and looked beside you to see a cute little Damien sleeping. You sighed in relief as it was just a dream but this dream had been occurring every night for a week now. You got up off the bed and made your way to the kitchen. 

Keeping quiet was difficult but you managed. You walked into the kitchen and turned on the light. It was approximately 3am since the sky wasn’t as pitch black as it was but it had a bit of color. The sound of the air conditioning, your footsteps, and your own breath were the only sounds you heard. You were concentrating on trying not to imagine the dream but it was difficult. 

What if it actually happened in real life and Damien wasn’t there with you and you couldn’t protect yourself?

You took out a cup covered in the Marvel superheroes and began to make tea for yourself.You poured the dark brown liquid into the cup and let it cool down before taking a sip. The tea soothed your throat from how dry it was.

Your fluffy socks protected you from the coldness of the floor below you as you paced around the kitchen attempting to not think about the dream while staying as quiet as possible. You really didn’t want to wake up Damien from his peaceful sleep, unlike your nightmare that wasn’t so peaceful. 

Just your luck, faint footsteps were heard as a sleep-eyed Damien emerged into the light. You sighed as your attempts to being quiet failed and took another sip of tea while looking at Damien rubbing his eyes. He was so cute when he was sleepy, he was just so cute in general. 

You weakly smiled at him as he walked over to you with a look of confusion.

“Why are you up at 3am drinking tea out of a Marvel cup?” He asked in a raspy tired voice that made your heart flutter. 

“I was thirsty,” you lied as you took another sip of your tea. 

He obviously didn’t believe you as he raised his eyebrows and put his hands on his hips. 

“You’re lying,” Damien replied eyeing you with concern.  

“No I’m not, I was just thirsty,” you quickly retorted but you knew he still wasn’t going to believe you. 

“Tell me the truth Y/N,” Damien said getting closer to your while taking a hold of your hands, a small gesture that made you smile a bit. 

“Okay, well I had a nightmare,” you mumbled but somehow he was able to hear you. 

His face softened as he slowly took you back to your bedroom. Damien lied down and you lied down next to him. He turned to you and continued to hold your hands. 

“Do you want to tell me about it?” he stared directly into your eyes as you stared back into his gorgeous hazel ones.

“So, I was being chased by an intruder while you were out. I hid in the closet and I thought I was okay but then the door slammed open and he pulled me by my legs. I screamed and screamed but no one seemed to hear me. I woke up covered in sweat and was breathing heavily. I’ve been having this dream every day now for a week now,” you explained as tears threatened to spill. 

He looked at you with such a caring and concerned expression. He pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arm around you protectively. He was on the side facing the door that made you feel even safer. 

“I’ll always to protect you,” he whispered softly as you smiled into his warm chest. 

He intertwined your legs that made you feel even more comfort. He began to soothingly run his fingers through your hair. It calmed you down even more.You yawned and cuddled closer which didn’t seem possible. 

“I love you Damien,” you whispered but it was muffled since your face was buried in his chest but he still heard you. 

“I love you too Y/N,” he whispered back as you slipped out of consciousness. 

You never had the dream again after that since you knew that Damien would always be there to protect you. 

Piece By Piece

Pairing : Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Summary : Imagine being Hannibal’s wife and in the past while Alana was still his student he had a one off affair with her and when she is used as an alibi for Hannibal, you are ready to walk out on you husband.

You would never forget that night he came home late from a lecture. You hadn’t thought anything of it at first until you noticed a lipstick mark on his neck. After you interrogated him, you were ready to walk out on him. You never thought he’d cheat on you, Hannibal just didn’t seem capable of hurting you.

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