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The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut


Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot:  The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.

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anonymous asked:

SM!AU prompt2: people don't know who their soul mates are but they can feel it when they meet them. As they grow, the get little details about them, a hint of their individual smell like a whiff of perfume, a peel of laughter lost to the wind and they get small pieces of their features. Betty knows the feel of leather before she ever saw Jughead in his jacket. (I'm not sure how this could work but just an idea)

This is gonna be a little tricky but I’ll give it a go.
***

Betty sat in the back booth at Pops, her chin propped in her hand as she watched Archie and Veronica whispering to each other and sharing stolen kisses a few booths away, they were perfect together, the very definition of soulmates. Archie brushed a dark strand of hair out of Veronica’s face and Betty couldn’t help the audible sigh that escaped her lips. Of course she was happy for her best friends, they deserved each other but sometimes it stung more than it should.

Betty Cooper was mateless, she was sure of it. It broke her heart to think about it but at 18 years old, time was running out and she still hadn’t had any of the mysterious feelings her friends had talked about. She could remember clearly the day Veronica ran through her bedroom doors going on about a specific shade of orange and how that was the only color she could see, then there was the way Archie kept fiddling with his bare neck and claiming he felt something like pearls resting there. It was beautiful when the pair finally realized they were meant to be.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

Betty glanced up, her eyes softening at the beanie wearing boy as he slid in the space across from her, his hands clutching a plate of fries.

“Definitely not worth a penny Juggie.” Betty smiled sadly, reaching towards his plate and grabbing a fry.

He looked at her with concerned eyes
“What’s the matter? You’ve got that look in your eyes.”

Betty raised a brow
“What look?” She asked incredulously

Jughead scrunched his nose and pouted
“This one” he mimicked something that was similar to a puppy dog face.

“Oh please” she giggled, throwing a straw wrapper at him as he smirked.

“No really Bets, what’s up?”

Her eyes lingered in Archie and Veronica’s direction and Jughead nodded knowingly.

“You want that huh?” He said softly, not an ounce of judgment in his tone.

The blonde nodded slowly, her eyes dropping as she fiddled with her fingers.

“It’s just not fair. I haven’t felt anything! I don’t see anything, I don’t feel anything. When is it my turn?” She moped miserably, her eyes filling with tears.

Jughead moved to her side of the booth and wrapped his arm around her shoulders
“You’ll get it Bets, I know you will. You just have to be patient.”

She rested her head in the crook of his neck and inhaled the familiar smell of smoke and toothpaste mixed with his distinct cologne.
“I don’t know juggie”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, running his nose over her silky blonde hair.
“I do.”

They sat like that for an hour, the quiet was comfortable and Jughead felt his eyes get droopy as he listened to her steady breathing.

Finally Betty broke the silence
“I should go. Big river vixens game tonight. Hurray go riverdale.” She monotoned.

Jughead laughed
“You’re becoming very cynical with age my Beautiful blonde friend.”

She laughed, rising from the booth and grabbing her bag as she waved a lazy hand
“See you tommorow?”

He nodded, pulling his laptop out
“You got it.”

He watched her walk out the door and sighed, she was so beautiful and good and kind, whoever her soulmate would be was a very lucky man.

Two hours later and four chapters in, he heard the familiar giggle that always made his heart lighter, he looked up with a lazy smile expecting to see Betty standing over him in her tiny blue and gold cheerleading uniform. But she wasn’t standing there, in fact she wasn’t anywhere in the diner but he could still hear her laughter, he stood up, eyes scanning the entire diner as the laughter faded softly. He scratched the back of his neck as he called for Pops.

“Hey Pops? Is Betty here? Did she head into the bathroom?”

Poptate looked up from cleaning the counter and glanced around

“Jughead it’s 11:00, you’re the only one in here.” The older man rolled his eyes, heading back into the kitchen.

What the hell was that about?
****

Betty cursed herself as she walked through the dark streets of Riverdale, the game had run later than expected and Betty had to walk home in the dark, and the fact that she had forgotten her jacket was not helping the situation. It was a particularly cold, damp night and her sleeveless uniform top was not providing much protection against the wind.

She should have just taken the ride with Veronica, wrapping her hands around her body she shivered. Her fingers came up to grasp bare skin but something was strange. Instead of feeling the prominent goosebumps playing on her skin she felt rough denim, it was familiar and worn in but when she glanced down there was nothing on her body. She knew the feeling, it was Jugheads denim jacket, the one she had worn at the drive in so many times.

She wasn’t cold anymore, it was almost as if she was wrapped up in Jughead.

What was going on?
****

Betty slammed her locker shut, the bags under her eyes were visible to all and Kevin noticed immediately.

“Rough night?” He asked soothingly as Joaquin handed the blonde a to go cup of coffee, which she gripped gratefully, pressing a kiss to his cheek causing the long haired teen to blush.

“Something weird is happening. I don’t know what it is but I’ve been up all night trying to figure it out.” She sighed as they walked to their first period

“What do you mean?”

Betty looked around nervously
“Well last night, I was walking home and I remember being freezing and then all of a sudden I wasn’t. It’s like Jughead was next to me, I mean I could feel his jacket!” She threw a hand up dramatically.

Kevin and Joaquin exchanged a glance as a smile appeared on their faces, grinning at something behind Betty.

“Looks like he didn’t sleep too well either” Joaquin nodded towards Jughead who was walking towards them.

“Hey” the flannel wearing boy grumbled, slumping against a locker, his eyes scanning Betty’s tired face.

“You didn’t sleep either?” He questioned knowingly.

Betty nodded standing outside her chemistry classroom
“Nope.” She popped the P.

Jughead looked Betty up and down, eyeing the tiny sleeveless white dress

“It’s freezing in that classroom, here take this, you’ll need it.”
He shrugged off his denim jacket and held it out to her.

Betty stared wide eyed for a moment before clutching the jacket close to her chest and running into the classroom with a squeaky
“Thanks”

Jughead looked up at Kevin
“What was that about?”

Kevin smirked and grabbed Joaquin’s hand
“I haven’t the slightest idea” he breezed past Jughead but stopped abruptly

“New cologne? It smells suspiciously like peaches and vanilla? Did you borrow Betty’s perfume.” He grinned wickedly as he strut down the hallway, Joaquin ducking his head and smiling as he followed his own soulmate.

Jughead lifted his collar and sure enough. Peaches and Vanilla.

What the hell?
***

The rest of the day flew by and eventually both Betty and Jughead plopped down on the couch in the blue and gold office.

“I am so glad that day is over. I’m exhausted.”
The blonde sighed, relieved.

Jughead nodded
“Definitely. Remind me to never come to school after two hours of sleep.”

Sitting up straighter, Betty glanced shyly down to her folded hands in her lap

“Why didn’t you get any sleep?”

Jughead turned his body towards her
“ lot on my mind. What about you?”

She bit her lip
“Same.”

His eyes lingered on the strawberry red lips tucked beneath her perfect white teeth.

“Penny for your thoughts” he whispered, his face inching towards hers.

Betty glanced up, their foreheads almost touching

“Definitely not worth a penny.” She whispered back hoarsely.

His hands came up to cup her neck
“That’s where you’re wrong Betty Cooper, you’re worth everything.” With that he dropped his lips to hers as her hands wound themselves in his hair.

They kissed for what felt like hours, desperate lips and pent up passion. It was everything Betty had been waiting for and more, eventually they pulled away for air and Betty nestled her face in his neck, pulling away quickly

“You smell like vanilla?” She questioned, confused.

He smiled crookedly
“And you smell like smoke.”

Her eyes widened before, realization hit her
“Your jacket..” she trailed off

He nodded, dropping his forehead to hers again
“Your laughter.”

“You found me” She choked out, her voice thick with emotion.

Bringing his lips to hers again he whispered,

“No Betty. You found me.”

Fifty Shades of Green:
Warning, there are sexual scenes ! Read at your own risk ! Xx.
You walked with tall posture, letting the click of your heels fall even as you made your way to the elevator in a hurry. Your heart was beating anxiously as you watched the numbers slowly rise. You tried to calm yourself the closer you got, just a few left and it was time. The light ding that sounded made you jump, then the were opening. You didn’t have time to register anything but the flames rushing through your veins as you were slammed against the now closed metal doors, his lips hot on yours. Your lungs didn’t have time to catch up as you reacted to the sudden hungry affair, letting your body clutch to his. His tongue slid against yours in the most enticing way, steeling away every bit of reality you had and bringing you into the familiar world only Mr. Harold Styles could. “You’re late.” His velvet voice spoke annoyed as he pulled away. He didn’t give you time to reply before walking away. Confused and breathless, you followed-working to tame your disheveled hair as you tried to catch up with his long strides. You recognized the path you were taking, the office. “Sit,” he demanded as you entered the slightly familiar room. You would have argued with his lack of manners but you could sense that he was not in the mood for sass today. You’d been coming a lot more frequently, you’d only thought this was a one time thing-but neither of you could seem to stay away. So when he called you, you of course just couldn’t say no.
His body stood across from you, gazing out into the city through the large wall window. He looked put together as usual, gray suit ironed perfectly and curly hair tucked perfectly in a quiff. He was truly beautiful. “We can’t keep doing this.” He sighed, still not turning to meet your eyes. You knew this was coming, it wasn’t normal for him to see a sub more than once-four times was strange; but again neither of you seemed to have the restraint to stay away.
“I-I don’t usually do this.” It was the first time you’d ever heard him catch on a word. He groaned after a moments pause, pulling his hands through his beautifully soft hair. Going against your obedient side-which was very little to begin with-you stood to your feet and made your way over to him. His body was stiff, posture held high. You placed your hands carefully on his shoulder, gently shifting them so he would turn around.
“I don’t know what to do (y/n), I’ve never-” he looks down at you with confusion shining through his hard facaded orbs.
“Shh,” you press your fingers to his lips, silencing him. Softly your fingers trace the lines of his jaw, trailing down to his white collar and then to his dark green tie. You pulled on the material, gesturing him to bend down.
“Take me Sir,” you whispered against his ear. Something seemed to snap in him and all of the vulnerability and doubt you saw just moments before vanished, turning into forward lust. His lips attacked your neck, the soft skin trailing down your skin in a passionate fashion until he reached the peek of your collar bones from your button up. He lead you backwards until your body collided with the corner of the desk. He wasted no time, pulling your silky blouse apart and sending buttons flying across the dark wood. He head finally pulled from your neck to admire the newly reveled flesh. His eyes darker with lust, catching you off gaurd he pulled your legs around his body and lifted you onto the cheery wood desk. You breathing was erratic as he pressed wet kisses down your chest, letting out a gasp as his sweet lips curled around your exposed nipple. Your head fell back in satisfaction as his lips continued to work at your sensitive flesh, teasing you with nips. Your hands trailed down his jacket covered chest, working to unbutton the material so you could feel his toned skin. He shrugged the black fabric off and then pulled the zipper of your pencil skirt . It was tossed away like the rest of your clothing and then his lips were on yours. You quickly unbuttoned his collared shirt and ripped it from his arms, humming as his hot stomach made contact with your fingertips.
“I am going to fūck you so hard, you won’t be abled to walk for days.” He spoke between heated kisses. You groaned at his arousing promise. “Maybe you should think before you are late.” His words were harsh, a warning that you couldn’t pay attention to with all of the feelings rushing through your body. Your fingers traced down his toned stomach, slipping beneath the lining of his black slacks and into his briefs. He groaned when you slid your hands around his already hard cøck. You pumped slowly, giving him a taste of tease he so graciously have you moments before. You could feel him growing harder with each thrust of your hands down his silky skin, when you brushed your fingers against tip he grabbed your wrist and removed it from his pants. You heard a tear and then a breeze could be felt against your newly exposed sëx. A sharp gasp fell from your lips as he pressed into your warmth, filling you in an instant. He moaned at the feel of your tight, wet walls around his hardening cøck. His hips ground against yours, hitting you hard and deep. His lips worked at the soft skin of your neck, heightening your sensations as you curled your fingers into his curly quiff. His body was relentless a he pounded into you, deep and fast he penetrated your walls in an overbaring fashion. Your body was quivering with sensations as you tightened your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. His arms clutched you to his body, bending you further into the cherry wood as he pulled his pace faster. Your moans were caught in your throat as the sensations built, urging in the pit of your stomach.
“Fūck,” you managed to gasp out as he pounded his deep yet into your fervish walls. It was wrong, so wrong for this to be happening. You shouldn’t have come, you should have stopped a while ago but you didn’t. It was so wrong yet you couldn’t deny how good it felt. Harry Styles was a prestige lover, and he was not one to disappoint when it came to sëx. Hard sëx. Yet you were different to him, each one of your gasps and moans meant something.. More. The sound of your sweet screams of pleasure, he made them his absolute. He aimed his thick member in such a way that he could have his needed outcome. That he could have you quivering has you found your releases around his needy cøck. He rocked faster, steeling your breath away with each and every relentless thrust. Your whole body clutch tighter to him, needing a rock as you felt as though you were melting away in ecstacy.
“Ha-” your body exploded with pleasure, causing you to scream out. The sweet sounds of your release had Harry grinning in satisfaction. His thrusts never slowed as he found his heaven of euphoria. You felt him leave your warmth as you slowly caught your breath, sending a tingle through the sensitive flesh. It was silent for a few moments, you still clutched in his arms as you both fell from your highs. No words were spoken as you both redressed. You felt an anxious feeling in your stomach as you pulled on your blouse on, starting to button it but then you realized that the buttons were spread across the floor.
“Ah, Harry.” He looked up from his button affairs. You waved the material of my tattered blouse before him. A smirk grew on his swollen lips. The sight had you melting again, quickening your heart rate.
“Hold on,” he spoke in slight amusement and walked away, continuing to button his white shirt. When he came back he held a silk champagne blouse between his fingers. He pulled the ruined material of your button up off your shoulders and gently placed the new one on. You smiled graciously at him and started to button the silky material before he stopped you. His fingers worked swiftly in latching the material, then tucking it into your black skirt with ease. You looked into his deep green eyes, staring down at you with a look of integument. He lips parted, he hesitated, but didn’t say anything-instead he grabbed your arm and pulled you along. Disappointment flooded through you as the elevator came into sight. His long fingers pressed the silver button, causing it to light up white. You turned away from him, expecting the metal doors to shift open at any moment. Just as the ding sounded and you were about to step in a hand stopped you. He pulled you back, twisting you around so your lips collided with his. The familiar passion cascaded through your disappointment and all you felt was sweet relief. His hands cupped your cheeks gently, deepening the kiss with a soft tongue. It ended all too soon as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. You both were silent, soft puffs of breath falling from your lips in an unsteady fashion. But when he finally spoke, your heart quickened to the dangerous level it seemed only he could take it to.
“I’ll see you soon (y/n).”

house-mate vibes // (k.l imagine)

Anonymous said: Can you do an imagine of you and kians first kiss. Where you and kian are really close friends (maybe roommates idk) and everybody kinda knows you have a thing for each other. Can you make it quite detailed and cute/fluffy but not too much that it’s cringy?

lmk if it’s cringey, I feel like sometimes i write cringy shit unintentionally so lmk

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Jacket - Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: Poe is always loosing his jacket…

A/N: This was originally posted on AO3 but I thought I’d put it here! If you have any ideas, feel free to request them and I’ll try my best! Anyway, enjoy!!

He was always loosing his jacket. This was his fourth in only one month! Digging through his draws, Poe pulled shirt after shirt out, throwing them behind him without a care about the tidiness of his room.

Defeated, he sighed and pushed himself up off the floor. Standing in the middle of the mess, he scanned the room once more trying to remember the last place he left it.

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The Trail of Fear. Anthony Armstrong. New York: Tudor Publishing Co, 1933. First edition. Original dust jacket.

“Not strictly a detective story, but a good example of the chase after dope smugglers of the type popular in the late twenties … the chase goes on continuously for 275 pages, and it holds the attention surprisingly well … the hero is not a superman, and his strengths and weaknesses are well matched.”

Elorcan Werewolf AU Part 5

Sometimes I wish I could paint my perfect character and bring him to life, stripping him of his own mind and molding him with my own expectations; when reality sinks in I’m stuck along a maze that leads to an ocean to drown in. — Ea

“I closed my eyes and talked to you in a thousand ways”

Elorcan Werewolf 5

Lory brushed against Elide before she could reach the door, and she gave into stroking his warm fur. His ears twitched back and he rolled onto the floor, showing his belly. She laughed and scratched his belly, the underbelly holding the softer fur. 

Her canine companion slightly growled when a slight knock resounded at the door. Ignore it, he seemed to say.

Elide kissed Lory’s head, much to his dismay, and skipped to the front door. “I’ll be right back.”

She opened the door with a broad smile on her face. A male with gray eyes and dark hair stood in her doorway, holding bouquet of pink roses tied together with a yellow ribbon.

“I’m Nox,” the male said, nervously shifting on his feet, offering a somewhat hesitant smile. “The one Manon set us up with.”

Elide gave him a sunny smile and held her door open. “Welcome, Nox. You must know I’m Elide.”

He gave her a smile, dimpling, and Elide couldn’t help but smile. She guided him to the kitchen where Nox handed her the flowers. “Red seemed too deep, you know? So pink. And then yellow for happiness.”

“I love it,” she chirped.

Nox helped her place them in a vase, filling it halfway with her kitchen tap water. She found the lack of conversation comforting and appreciated how Nox didn’t barrage her with questions past dates had done. When they finished, Nox glanced at her. “I had planned a walk at Central Park and then a garden picnic afterwards, but on my drive here, storm clouds broke over.”

“On this side of the city, the weather is renown for its bipolarness.”

A cheeky grin. “Like females in general?”

She lightly slapped his arm. “We can stay in for movies and popcorn, if you don’t mind?”

A slight shake of head. “Not in the slightest. Do you—”

Lory let out a bark that meant he wanted attention and barreled into the kitchen. A red rose was slipped between his teeth. He skidded to a stop, cocking his head at Nox. He slowly sniffed the air, and gave Elide a betrayed glance.

Elide rushed to him with outstretched arms. “Lory, this is my Valentine’s date, Nox.”

His tail stopped wagging, and she swore Lory’s eyes darkened into feral pitch-black. When she blinked, Lory spit out the rose and knocked down the front door, abruptly barreling into the woods.

Nox cocked his head. “Is she temperamental?”

Elide choked. “Lory’s a male.”

She retrieved the rose from the floor and slipped it into the vase, even though a small part of her wanted to retrieve a separate vase for the single, thornless rose.


Elide let him go. Lory would return. He always did.

Nox, she realized, was an easy person to get along with. He had a younger sister who loved painting and dreamed of attending Juilliard. Nox was finishing his masters degree in dentistry at a respectable college. 

He was perfect, charming, and absolutely one hundred percent average. Borderline dull, but perfectly safe and average.

Elide told herself she could deal with it. She deserved someone sweet, even if that notion meant normality. The mundane signaled security. 

Nox squeezed her knee. “You okay? I’m not boring you, are you?” He cocked his head. “The reason Aelin sent me is because I focus on my studies more than anything else. And if I want a relationship, it has to mean more than a fling. So while I am enjoying this date and getting to know you, and this may be early, I need to know if your inklings of thoughts follow.”

She nodded, and set the empty popcorn bowl on the table. “I’ve never really dated anyone, so I have nothing to compare to.”

Those gray eyes widened. “You would have turned everyone down, because there’s no way not another single wouldn’t have asked you out at least.”

A blush spread on her cheeks. “I just—” Wanted to save myself for my mate who turns out to not even like me. Who didn’t want to wait for me. She needed normal now. She could deal with a human. Werewolves and humans intermixing was not uncommon, as long as the pair ordained permission from one of the Lycans.

Elide knew she wouldn’t be asking Lorcan.

She shook her head. “I don’t even really know.”

Nox took the bowl to the sink and started rinsing it. Casting a look out at the stormy clouds that hung blearily, he said, “Shouldn’t you look for your dog now?”

A sliver of guilt ran through her. She’d almost forgotten about Lory. “I will.” She grabbed a sweater from her room and stepped out onto the porch.

Seconds later, Nox joined her, those eyes analyzing his surroundings. “Does your dog have a favorite part of the woods?”

Elide swallowed back further shame. She’d never wondered where Lory went, as long as he came back. “No. I can’t keep up with him when he bolts off.” That much wasn’t a lie.

“So he bolts off often?”

“Yes.” Elide studied the line of trees and walked down the narrow trail, clutching her jacket closer to her frame. A slight wind started picking up with hint of frost. The clouds thickened and darkened. “Lory!” she called.

Nox reached for her elbow, pressing a flashlight into her hands. “We’ll just stick on the trail so we won’t get lost.”

She nodded, and picked up her pace, flicking her wrist with the flashlight. “Lory?” she called.

The wind howled in protest, and she felt her shadow and the darkness loom over them. A chill ran down her spine, and her flashlight flickered. The faintest sounds reached her ear drums, but no snap of the twig or scratch of the claw filled the empty, streaming air. 

“We should go back inside,” Nox said.

She put her hands on her hips. “I am not going back in without Lory.”

Nox tapped her flashlight, which went off. “It’s not safe. Lory’s chances of survival are higher in the woods as a wolf rather than you. Wait until morning and search again if he’s not already here.”

She stared at him. “What did you say?”

“Elide,” he said exasperatedly. “Go home.”

“No—you said wolf.”

She saw him blink. “Yes, wolf. What, did you think that large thing was a dog? I’m surprised you even managed to tame one. It’s a full moon, Elide, where wolves run with the moon and claim what’s theirs. Your Lory must be out there. And if you’ve managed to tame him as well as I think you did, then he will come back.”


Elide didn’t sleep well. She’d offered her couch to Nox before he left just in case he wanted to wait out the storm, but he merely waved a hand and said he’d crash at a nearby hotel, not wanting to intrude — and to call him if she wanted to look for Lory in the morning.

She had pulled back her curtains, staring at the full outline of the moon and its light shedding down on them. The clouds had rolled over, but the wind had persisted, blowing in great breaths and heaves that shook against her windowpane.

She missed Lory curled against her bed. She missed his warmth and his presence, and the comfort of another’s existence rather than utter silence and her own self. Maybe a trip to the city with Aelin and Manon was in order.

How’s your Valentine’s Day going? She sent down the pack link.

Manon immediately replied. Watching Alpha Dorian do the walk of shame.

I did not need to know that.

I really am going to reject Rowan, Aelin said a few moments later. Right in the middle of clearing our differences he runs out the door and flees out of my pack territory like a bird shot out of hell.

Tell him he’s a pussy, Manon suggested. It’ll keep him on his toes.

Elide rolled her eyes and tried to force herself into sweet oblivion, but none came. She needed Lory.

So she pulled a bathrobe tight over her nightgown and ventured into the woods, armed with two flashlights.


As soon as Lorcan had reached a good distance from the rutting house, he shifted. The dark abyss of power he hadn’t touched in weeks and months welled up inside of him, yearning to be unleashed. And he did, his own power and rage fueled by the full moon. His inner Lycan side had demanded to mark Elide right then and there and rip apart the guts of the human who had dared to charm and touch his Elide.

He felt Rowan’s wind summon and reach against his dark walls. Before he could stop his intrinsic side, his magic had erupted at the touch, thinking the wind as a threat from restless peacefulness of domesticity. His magic tore from him and slammed against the wind and throbbed around Lorcan, pulsing and beating larger with each second.

What the fuck,” a snarl tore out of Rowan’s lips as his ass was knocked back several feet. “Fucking attack the rogue, not me.

He could feel Rowan’s magic testing him, seeing if he was possessed. His own magic flexed back, sweeping through his friend’s defenses easily in demolishment, his specialty.

“There is no rogue werewolf,” Lorcan snapped, flexing his aching back muscles.

His other friend rolled onto the balls of his feet, staring at him in disbelief. “Then why the Hell did you call me to get my ass over here? Aelin and I were—”

“Elide is with another male.”

Rowan stopped, and the wind died. Silence fell upon him, and his fists clenched. Then— “you interrupted my time with my mate just to whine about yours?”

The darkness flared out and pulsated around Rowan, threatening to suffocate him. “I cannot claim her without her despising my existence further.”

A snort from Rowan. “It’s not like you can go to her anyways with her on human lands.”

Lorcan’s face remained oddly stoic. The dark slowly retreated at thought of Elide, his beautiful werewolf mate addicted to sweetened coffee and milk chocolate, and prone to little ramblings that too-often touched his heart.

Rowan swore. “You found a loophole, didn’t you? You went in wolf form. Goddammit, Lorcan. She didn’t see your true Lycan side, did she?”

“Do you take me as an idiot?” he snapped. “Just my weakest wolf shape.”

“Then fucking get your ass back and chase the human off.”

“She constantly seeks companionship, and I constantly chase them away. If we do not have her today, my Lycan will end up fucking another girl.” And I cannot do that again, not that now I have found her.

Rowan’s face twisted. “You think I care right now? You left me with my mate on a full moon when I thought you were near death.”

I am, you fool—”

His friend lunged out, his Lycan side snapping into place. Cracking noises filled the air as both Lycans turned, teeth snapping. Wind rushed and slammed against Lorcan, who immediately shot up his shields. Coldness spread throughout the dark, seeping and attempting to find a weakness to crack.

Finding none, Rowan let out a roar and lunged forward, and Lorcan met him head on. He knocked Rowan to the side, biting down near his neck, but he rolled away, launching off Lorcan’s own back as they tumbled. As soon as they hit the tree, they disentangled, pacing around one another.

Rowan let out a startled bark, and let out a huff. He dropped to his haunches, and Lorcan warily stared at him, his ears flattened and jaws open.

Lorcan, Rowan’s Lycan wolf of silver streaks and black whorls panted not from exertion, but amusement. There is a pink collar around your neck.

So? Lorcan growled out, ready to leap again. The dark was ready to maim and attack his friend in the name of Elide. The fight with another Lycan would also be needed to release the pent up stress that had accumulated.

The other wolf’s ears flopped back, and he released a short breath in exasperation and amusement.

I didn’t know that was your type of thing, Lory.

Nothin' Like Me

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: BAD BOY AU, angst, action, slight humour, fluff, light smut (well honestly idk it kinda escalates?)  minor swearing (oh yeah curse words r gonna fly around in the intro) /  Jungkook ‘reunion’ scenario + regaining memories au

Word Count: 7892K  || inspired/not requested || drabble/oneshot

Keywords: Street fight , His loft , Front door.

Summary: You return home to Seoul from travelling the world to find yourself but you only discover the male leaning on his motorcycle was the one you should’ve gave all of your love to, not the countries you’ve been. And it follows with a ring, this adds to the situation and it wasn’t a pleasant one.

Self Note: Someone save me like nowadays I’m reblogging more Jungkook stuff oH MY GOD HE’S SUCH A BIAS WRECKER UgH (especially in that gif like OH MAN). This took FOREVER TO WRITE omGgG, it has a legit storyline &  this is my first ever badboy! Jungkook version. Your welcome to send me feedback, it would be greatly appreciated! Enjoy reading♡♡;D & HAPPY NEW YEAR! xxx



“What are you waiting for? An invitation?” The unkept male sneers, rolling up his sleeves as he gritted his teeth as he came around the hood of his broken down car, wanting to start a fight with the other male leaning on his motorcycle as they were both opposite the entrance of the airport. Charcoal colour coated the other male’s marble body, silk black leather jacket, trailing down towards his ripped jeans, earrings were silver singular small loops and onyx gemstone hair making his ice cutting orbs remain hard fixed towards the middle aged man asking the question mockingly, ripping away patience and tranquility at that split second.

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ice cream and dinosaurs

Originally posted by oldbtsiscooliguess

this if a fluffy hyungwon scenario with his son.

sons name=s/n, the pov is kind of odd sorry its 2nd person hyungwon, lol

“daddy!” shrieked your son s/n as he raced towards you, his blue rain jacket trailing behind him. “hey buddy.” you chuckled crouching down to pick him up, “why are you here? weres mommy?” s/n asked looking over your shoulder concerning, “she’s not here, I am picking you up.“ hyungwon replied as he signed him out of kindergarten.

"what would you like to do?” you asked s/n while making sure he was buckled in, “McDonald’s!” s/n shrieked throwing his hand in the air in some silly dance. “haha maybe somewhere else, what about ice cream?” hyungwon asked looking through the rearview mirror lovingly. “yay!” s/n giggled still dancing with himself.“are you going to become a dancer like uncle shownu?” you asked laughing a bit as you pulled into the ice cream parlor.

you held out your hand for s/n to hold as you walked into the ice cream parlor s/n ran over to the ice cream before you could get into the building. when he got there he realized that he was too short to see all the different flavors so he ran back to you, “can you pick me up so I can see?” you laughed at his antics starting to rethink taking him out for ice cream since he was already so hyper. “of course.” you picked him up so he could see all the different flavors he pointed at everyone asking you what flavor it was.

“what about this one?”

“that’s moose tracks.”

“why would they put moose in it!” he asked slightly mortified, shaking his head in concern. “no son it doesn’t have moose in it, don’t worry.” he finally picked out cotton candy while you got chocolate.

“were do you want to sit buddy?” you asked while grabbing a handful of napkins know that you will need them. s/n looked around the store thoughtfully as if this was the most important decision of his life. “hmmmm, were do you want to sit?” he asked looking up at you with a big smile.

you smiled down at him and kissed his nose, “how about we sit by the window?” he grabbed you hand and bolted to the window sit making you sit down in front of him. “how was school?” hyungwon asked eating a spoonful of ice cream. he shrugged his shoulders, “it was fine, I made a dinosaur mask and scared mina with it but then I got in trouble.”

he shoved a gigantic spoonful of ice cream in his mouth half of it dripping down his face. hyungwon quickly wiped it of before it could get onto his new uniform, “dad why did you pick such a boring ice cream? you had all those choices and you chose plan chocolate.” he gave you this look of disgust, spoon still hanging out of his mouth.

“its my ice cream I can pick whichever I want.” you said acting overly sassy making s/n giggle. “daddy what’s your favorite dinosaur, mines a Rhamphorhynchus because it reminds me of you.” you smiled not quit sure if you wanted to look up what kind of dinosaur that was. “umm, my favorite is a T rex.” s/n smiled and nodded his head. “that’s moms favorite too, no wonder you are married.”

this made you laugh, “did you learn anything else about dinosaurs today?” you set him off, hyungwon didn’t know that it was even possible for a five year old to know so much. you were impressed and slightly overwhelmed with how much dinosaur facts he knew.

 “come on we have to get back before mom, she doesn’t know I took you out for ice cream” s/n smirked and finished his ice cream taking both your as his to the trash can, “ you are so thoughtful, just like your mother.” he looked at you in confusions but just shook his head and started walking towards your car, making you chuckle.

by the time you got home s/n was passed out in the backseat, “hey babe, what took so long?” y/n asked smirking at you from the doorway, know that more then likely you took him out to get a treat. “oh! you home I thought you were still at your moms…” y/n just shook her head smiling at you holding a sleeping s/n in your arms.

~Ren sorry if its lame haha, this is the first thing iv written on this blog so…any way thanks for reading and requesting!!

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Bear Creek Trail to Yellow Jacket Mine

This was such a cool hike. It starts with a switchbacks going up the side of the canyon covered in shale. You can hear the thin rocks breaking under your steps like glass. Then the trail is cut into the side of a steep canyon with a wall of rock on one side and a drop off on the other. Bear Creek roared hundreds of feet down at the bottom. The views were incredible. Eventually you walk into forested areas with large Aspen groves. Some of the trail opens up to green meadows and the change is drastic but amazing from the canyon. Would happily do this hike again and again.

Torture Me (charliesfairy)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre: pure filth, my man
Warnings: sub!Yoongi, dom!female, overstimulation, restraints, sex toys, 

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    Yoongi was all over you the moment you shut the door.  His lips pressed against yours and his hands roamed your body.

    “Yoongi,” you spoke against his lips, “honey, what has gotten into you?”

    “I need you.” He hummed against the skin of your neck. “I need you to take care of me.”

    He squeezed your hips and whispered again.

    “I need you to use me,” he grinded himself into you, “tie me up, tease me, torture me.”

    It wasn’t very often that Yoongi was submissive, especially this much, but you loved it when he was.  You loved to feel him squirm under your touch and beg you to touch him.  You loved to hear that sweet voice of his plead with you just for a little friction when he was tied up.  You loved making him cum over and over until his cock was all red and sensitive, and his voice rough from screaming so much.  You both start pulling off clothing as you kissed, leaving a trail of jackets and shirt to the bedroom.

    “You know what to do.” You spoke when the door was closed behind you.

    He nodded and hurriedly pulled the bottom drawer open on the dresser, starting to pull out all his favorite tie ups and toys.  You watched him with a smile on your face.  He seemed so giddy to be tied up and teased.  He set the pile on the bed and then began to undress quickly.  The cold air that hit his length made him suck in a breath as his hand instinctively reached for his member.

    “No!” You warned, making him jump and snap his head towards you to lock your gazes. “You know you’re not supposed to do that, baby.”

    You could see the apology in his eyes, so instead of making him actually say it, you just flicked your head to the bed.  He understood the small gesture and obeyed, crawling on the bed and positioned himself on his knees.  He spread the pile of restraints and toys across the bed in front of him like he always did when this happened so you’d have a better overview of what he picked out for the night (or day bc let’s be honest he’d fuck anytime).  He fell back onto this heels and let his hands rest on his thighs.  You licked your lips as you skimmed over the straps of leather.  You walked over to him and made him turn his body to face you.

    “What should we use to tie you up, baby?” You whispered in his ear and pulled back.

    He gulped as he followed your gaze.

    “Should I use leather?” You pulled a leather strap closer.  He ran his tongue over his bottom lip in excitement. “Or,”

    You turned around to open the drawer again.

    “Should I use metal?”

    You held up the handcuffs, and his eyes grew wide.  You knew he secretly liked the handcuffs and this kind of sex in general because it meant he got extra attention from you afterwards, as well, but he liked to pretend he didn’t like it sometimes in hopes you would go harder on him.  You smirked at him as you put the leather straps back in the drawer and sat the handcuffs in front of him.

    He looked up at you with a mixed expression.  You couldn’t tell if he wanted this or not even though he always did.  You hesitated your commands, but your worries were melted once he picked up the metal and hooked one around his left wrist.  He laid on his back with his head on the pillows and hooked the other end on the handcuffs to the headboard.  He looked at you with pleading eyes and grabbed the headboard with his right head.

    “Good boy.” You praised and finished tying him to the bed.

    You don’t usually tie his feet down unless he starts acting bratty which doesn’t happen often, but you had a feeling it was going to happen tonight judging by how needy he was.  You started slow.

    You unbuttoned your top and let it fall down your arms onto the floor.  His eyes were practically burning through your skin as he watched you tease him.  You hadn’t planned on this happening, so you weren’t wearing any type of special lingerie underneath, just a simple black bra and panties.  But Yoongi didn’t care.  To him, you were absolutely stunning in whatever you wore.  You turned around to give him a full view of your next action.  You pulled your skirt down your legs, giving Yoongi a full view of your ass.  He let out a low groan at the sight.  You smirked to yourself.  You loved how just the lack of a shirt and bottoms could get him going.  You kicked the black clothing away from your feet and turned back to Yoongi.

    “Lets save these for later, hm?” You set the rest of the things he had gotten out on top of the dresser. “Let’s go slow.”

    You settled yourself between his legs and ran your hands up his thighs.  You leaned down to place soft kisses on the skin.  You heard him let of a sigh of relief.  You trailed the kisses higher, doing the same on the other leg until you reached his shaft.  You licked up the underside and wrapped your hand around him, pumping him a few times, using his precum as a lubricant.  His breaths started getting heavy, and he gasped when you took the tip in your mouth.  You fit all that you could in your mouth and pumped the rest with your hand.  You bobbed your head in time with your hand, but it wasn’t enough for him.  As you quickened your pace, he bucked his hips up, making his length hit the back of your throat.  You smacked his thigh harshly and pulled your head up, no contact remaining.

    “You’re not supposed to do that.” You said in a stern voice. “Do you need to be punished?”

    He shook his head, his eyes wide.

    “I’m sorry!  Please just touch me!”

    You decided to be nice and leaned down again.  He pulled in a breath as you took him back in your mouth and began to suck, hollowing out your cheeks.

    “I’m gonna-” His words were cut off by a moan as the hot liquid was released in your mouth.

    You pulled away briefly to swallow but immediately went back to sucking on him, trying to collect all the juices.  You cleaned his shaft off with your tongue, earning some small whimpers from him.  He took a deep breath and swallowed before looking down at you, waiting for what you were going to do next.  You shot him a mischievous smirk as you sat up on your knees and began to ran your hands down your body.  He gulped when your hands reached your waistband.  You took your bottom lip between your teeth as you slipped your hand beneath the fabric.

    You breathing got heavier as you teased your own folds.  You knew he hated when you touched yourself because he knows he could do it better.  He wanted to be the one pleasing you even though he asked you to tie him up.

    “Oh, Yoongi.” You breathed as you rubbed your clit in small circular motions. “This feels so good.”

    You slipped your middle finger past your entrance and focused on his reaction.  You could tell he was starting to gain his need for dominance again because he was starting to pull against the handcuffs a bit, but you weren’t going to give in and unlock him just yet.  You wanted to have some more fun.  You added another finger.  Then another.  Soon, you had Yoongi hard and leaking precum again due to your fast movements and heavy moans.

    “Don’t you dare.” Yoongi spoke up in an angry voice.

    “Don’t what?” You teased. “Cum all over my fingers instead of your cock?”

    He bit down harshly on his bottom lip as an answer.  You stalled your movements.

    “Watch me.” You continued your previous movement, only faster this time and with your thumb rubbing your clit. “Watch me fuck myself with my own fingers.”

    You came with a loud moan of “oh, fuck!”.  You pulled your fingers out, scooping some of your juices up in the process and leaned up to Yoongi.  Hovering over him again, straddling his stomach, letting the rest of the fluid drip onto him trough your panties.

    “Suck.” You ordered and put your fingers to his mouth.

    He opened his mouth reluctantly but began to suck the fluids off eagerly.

    “Good boy.” You smiled and took your fingers out of his mouth but not without him biting the tip of one slightly. “Are you trying to get punished?”

    “When I get out of these handcuffs,” he growled. “You’re in for it.”

    “I think you forgot who’s in charge right now, baby.” You pushed yourself off the bed and turned to the dresser where his vibrator rested. “Should I just leave you here with this strapped to you?”

    “You wouldn’t.”

    “Oh, I think I will, but.” You pulled your underwear down you legs, leaving it on the floor. “I think I’ll have some more fun.”

    You straddled his waist, hovering enough to just barely touch his member.  You reached down to stroke him a few times before positioning him at your entrance.  You slowly lowered yourself onto him.  His breath hitched in his throat as you began to raise and lower yourself on his cock.  This was his favorite position except his ideal is being able to dig his nails into your hips, slam into you from beneath and slap your ass raw.  Being able to bite your neck and pull your hair, telling you how good your taking his cock.  Not digging his nails into his own flesh as you ride his dick painfully slow, but he couldn’t lie.  He loved this, too.  He loved this side of you that only he got to see.

    “Oh god, Yoongi.” You moaned and sped your hips. “Your dick feels so fucking good.”

    Soon, you were coming undone all over again and so was he.  Groans of profanity filled the room as you both released, your pleasure increased by Yoongi bucking his hips up as he filled you with his cum.  As much as you loved when he did that, it was against the rules, and he knew it.  He whined at the lack of contact when you lifted yourself off him, his eyes still screwed shut, and his mouth hung slightly open.  You pushed his legs open with yours and settled yourself on your knees again, quickly taking his red, swollen cock in your hands, starting to pump it again.

    “Ah, Y/N!” Yoongi cried out.

    The sensitivity of his length and your harsh movements were combining pain with pleasure towards his third orgasm of the night.  Switching so your left hand was leading, you reached for the vibrator.  He sucked in a breath through his teeth, producing a hissing sound followed by little breaths of “ah, ah, ah”.  His eyes now focused on the ceiling whenever they were open because he didn’t have the power to keep his head from pushing back in pleasure, so he didn’t notice you getting the vibrator until it was being wrapped around his cock.  His eyes popped open and focused on your hands, and his head flew off the pillow.  You smirked at him as you turned it on to the lowest setting.

    “Don’t do this to me.”

    “You asked for it, baby.” You sighed. “When you decided to buck your hips up like that.”

    “Y/N.” he tried to say your name sternly, but it came out as a moan.

    He pulled against the restraints like he had been since you climbed on top of him except a little harder.  His wrists were red and raw from the rough contact on his delicate skin, but you’d take care of him later.  You bumped up the setting a little more, making his head press into the pillow with more force than before and earning you a strangled moan from through gritted teeth.  You just watched as his sensitive cock was practically abused by the vibrator.  Soon, cum was spurting out of his dick and all over the vibrator.  His chest rose and fell quickly, and his screams and moans turned into whispers and wincing.  He could probably take one more, but you didn’t want to push it.  He whimpered your name as you turned off the toy and took it off him.

    “Yes, baby…” You said, barely audible.

    You let the toy hit the floor.  You didn’t care whether it was broken or not.  You just cared about getting Yoongi out of those handcuffs and in your arms.  You grabbed the key and unlocked the one around his left wrist, then his right, setting the key on the bedside stand and let the metal cuffs hang on the head board.  You took of your bra and crawled onto the bed beside him.  You pulled him into your lap and stroked his hair.  You raised one of his wrists to your mouth and placed a gentle kiss to the red skin.

    “I’m so sorry.”

    “Don’t be.” he whispered and softly kissed your neck. “I loved every minute of that.”

    You smiled as he continued to kiss the curve of your neck, and his hands rubbed your sides.  His soft hands felt like heaven on your skin.

    “But,” he nipped at the skin on your collarbone and smirked as his gaze caught yours, “You’re in for it tomorrow.”

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Sorry this took so long.  It was weird to write Yoongi as a sub in this way, but it was fun! (but i’m still shit at endings ugh) I hope you like it! Feedback is appreciated! (please love me) Send me more requests!

(For the anon who requested it! and @the-spnpost and for my babe @goddessofdestruction <3) 

the lucky ones

Originally posted by shitjeon

The Lucky Ones [Jungkook X Reader]

THEME: Angst, fluff, romance

(WARNING): Some mature language

WORDS: 5 788

AUTHOR: TheLillzMonster

REQUESTED SCENARIO

You are Jungkook’s girlfriend, he is an idol. When the two of you are caught by media, the fans start to send you hateful messages. In the beginning you feel like you can manage, but it gets worse and finally you’re not sure how much more of it you can take.

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Jefferson/mac and cheese: date

Thomas Jefferson believed in partaking in only the finer things in life. When you do something, it must be an experience, or nothing will ever be truly appreciated. 

“Oh now, honey, stop,” Thomas chuckled one night, fluffing his freshly washed hair, “You are just too funny.” 

The Virginian had spent all evening working on the romantic setting. He had set the table, lit the candles, and had slow jazz playing softly in the background. Sighing to himself, he rested his chin in his hands as he stared across the table. 

“What did I ever do to deserve something as beautiful as you?” he smiled, batting his eyelashes, “God, I could kiss you.” He bit his lip. “In fact, I will.” Across the table, the ceramic bowl of mac and cheese sat, unmoving. 

“Oh, you gon’ play?” Thomas smirked, giving a little growl, “Okay, I can be salty too.” Reaching over, he shook some salt onto the bowl of pasta, and turned away with his arms crossed. After a moment, he bit his fist, squeezing his eyes shut. “Shit, I just want you so bad, I can’t even last a second.” 

Getting up and clearing all the cutlery off the table in one loud push, he picked up the bowl, and set it on the edge of the couch arm. He took a fork and patted the crusty, aromatic top.

“Mmmm, lovely…” he murmured, admiring the cheesy noodles, the baked layer on top that had his mouth watering and heart pounding. Bringing the fork down a second time, he smacked the noddles with it a little harder. “Mmm yeah, you like that, you like it when daddy spanks you like that?” 

Picking up the bowl and tossing the fork aside with a loud clatter and the sound of a glass shattering, he sucked only the edge of a noodle into his mouth, relishing the flavour and savoury slide of it between his lips. As he swallowed the cheesy goodness and left the noddle naked of its cheese with the others, he moaned a little, gazing down at the pasta with lust-filled eyes and twirling around his living room. 

“You’re driving me wild, sugar,” Thomas breathed, discarding his jacket and trailing a finger through the gooey sauce to lick off. Moaning again, he took off his shirt and pants so that he was only in his boxers, laid down on the couch with the bowl overtop of him, and finally reached the fork up to his mouth for the first sensual, beautiful bite- 

The doorknob turned, and the front door opened. James set his keys down, looked up to see Thomas sprawled, half naked across the sofa with a bowl of macaroni and cheese in his lap… then he turned, picked up his keys again, and left. 

Carnival

[word count: 1,163]

[Y/N: your name]
[Y/C/N: your crush name]
[Y/F/N: your friends name]
[E/C: eye color]

[request: Where you thought he liked your best friend but he admits that he likes you, please and thank you :)]

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You walked along the dark pavement, a smile etched on your face. Between the bright lights around you, the food, and all of the attractions, you were put into a great mood. The carnival was always a place that you could enjoy yourself at. It only came around once a year, so you wanted to make the best of it.

“Y/N! Are you even listening?” Your best friend, Y/F/N, blurted from beside you, pulling you from your trance.

“Yeah, sorry. I zoned out again.” She laughed, nudging your shoulder with hers.

“You’ve been doing that a lot lately. Something on your mind? Y/F/N glanced at you curiously.

A sigh escaped your lips, "No, everything’s fine.”

But it wasn’t. There was something that had been bothering you, but of course you weren’t going to tell anyone. You weren’t one to make a big deal over something no matter how much it affected you.

It was Y/C/N, the guy you’ve liked for as long as you could remember; and Y/F/N knew this too. But recently, Y/F/N had been acting strange. From canceling plans and making ridiculous excuses, you knew she was up to something. Something that involved Y/C/N. There would be times when the three of you would hang out with a larger group and the both of them would disappear at the same time. You had also noticed Y/C/N’s name pop up on Y/F/N’s phone screen quite a few times in the past few months. You couldn’t help but jump to conclusions. Y/F/N knew how much you liked him; she wouldn’t do this to you, right? You were torn, not knowing what to believe.

As you both continued walking through the carnival, your eyes fell on something in the distance. Someone, actually. Y/C/N.

‘Go figure,’ you thought to yourself. You always caught yourself staring at him, even when you didn’t intend on doing so. When Y/C/N heard you and your friend talking, his eyes drifted over to the both of you. A blush broke out on your face as you darted your eyes down, hoping he didn’t catch you staring at him. He left the friend he was talking to and began to walk in your direction.

'Don’t be so obvious,’ you thought as he now stood in front of you, looking slightly nervous.

“Um, Y/F/N, can I talk to you for a second?” Y/F/N turned to look at you.

“I’ll be right back,” she spoke, walking away with Y/C/N trailing behind her.

Your heart dropped immediately. You knew it, you were right. He liked her. Why would he ever like you, anyways? You weren’t anything special. You were nothing compared to Y/F/N.

You sat down at one of the wooden picnic tables, playing with the hem of your shirt to keep yourself busy. You couldn’t help but be upset over what had just happened. The sun was quickly setting in the distance, the sky turning to a dark orange. A few minutes had passed, and you were beginning to get cold. Cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket, you began to run your hands up and down your arms to try and keep warm. You suddenly felt something drape over your shoulders, causing you to gasp in surprise.

“You looked a little cold,” Y/C/N smiled down at you. Your heart was beating rapidly as you looked up at into his E/C eyes.

“Oh, thanks..” You trailed off, pulling the jacket further onto you.

“Uh,” he trailed off for a moment, “Do you want to walk with me for a little? There’s kind of something I wanted to talk to you about.” His hand rubbed the back of his neck as he hesitantly looked towards you.

“Yeah, okay,” you stood up and were surprised when he tugged on your hand, lacing your fingers together. A blush rose on your cheeks as you began walking away from the carnival.

You were confused and nervous; what would he want to talk about? Did he know that you liked him? That would be so embarrassing, were you that obvious? So many thoughts clouded your head as he led you towards a deserted area far from the all of the commotion.

He dropped your hand, running it through his hair. “There’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” he began, looking a bit nervous. “Um, I haven’t been very honest with yo-”
You cut him off, not wanting him to finish his sentence.

“Look, it’s okay if you like Y/F/N, I get it-”

“What? That’s not with this is about, I like you, not her!” You stared at him in shock. You were so surprised, you had no idea what to say. Y/C/N liked you this whole time? You immediately felt like a complete idiot.

“I-I, oh,” you looked down towards the grass, embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean to make this awkward, I’m sorry, it’s okay if you don’t like me back, really-”

“No! No, that’s not it. I do, trust me,” you laughed slightly, a small smile on your face, “I just thought you liked Y/F/N this whole time, you’ve been with her a lot lately…”

“Yeah, about that…I’ve been meeting with her about you. I sort of wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend and I just wanted all of it to be perfect because you deserve it but I couldn’t wait any longer, so…” Y/C/N trailed off slightly. You were speechless, once again having no idea what to say. You couldn’t wrap your head around what was happening.

“Y/C/N, I don’t even know what to say…that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” You spoke softly, gazing up at him. Your close proximity made your heart flutter. Y/C/N smiled at you, walking towards you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you to him. Your foreheads were touching, noses brushing against each other. You could feel his warm breath on your face as he spoke.

“You don’t have to say anything, everything’s okay now. I’m just relieved that you like me back or else this would have been extremely awkward.” You giggled, smiling at him. Everything around you was silent, the faint sound of the carnival in the distance. You both stood quietly, enjoying each other’s presence.

“Y/N?” Y/C/N whispered, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?” Your heart jumped at those four words and you became anxious. You nodded your head, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. Y/C/N slowly leaned in, his eyes never leaving yours. Both of your eyes fluttered shut, and moments later his lips were pressed softly to yours.

What an amazing way to end the night.

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[sorry for the lack of imagines lately, i hope you still enjoy!]