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How long have you been planning for Coulson to be the Ghost Rider – and what was Clark Gregg’s reaction to finding out that news?

Jeffrey Bell: To say he was happy, it would be an understatement.
Jed Whedon: I think what he said when we told him was, “I didn’t think I could geek out more,” but he was like, “It seems I can.”
Jeffrey Bell: Yeah, that was what he said. [x]

Some of y'all reblogged multiple essay length metas about the meaning behind the colour of Isak’s pillow so excuse me if I don’t take your lectures directed at sapphic women for “reaching” with their Eva/Vilde headcanons in any way remotely seriously.

The Brown Bottle

Pairings: Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader - A/B/O

Word Count: 3400+

Summary: Sam is rough around the edges, you do your best to avoid until one night you discover he’s your true mate and instincts take over. This is really just a lot of smut and a little plot to ease things along. 

My twist on a/b/o dynamics.

Beta:  @just-another-busy-fangirl

Warnings: NSFW gif, knotting, mating, breeding, dominance, claiming, fingering, unprotected sex, biting, dirty talk, rough sex, some dom/sub overtones.

Your name: submit What is this?

You stop in your tracks, clutching an open hand over your abdomen.

“Shit,” you mumble under your breath as an afterthought. Shit doesn’t quite do this kind of pain justice. This cycle’s heat has brought what your mother, Millie (owner and proprietor of The Brown Bottle), refers to as The Real Motherfuckers. The kind of cramps that stop a woman unexpectedly while on her way to work well after sundown. The two generic suppressants you popped an hour earlier aren’t working as well as you hoped and you find yourself wishing you’d taken a third.

These are indeed The Real Motherfuckers.

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Lips part two? Continuation? Sandbox? Thing? Because someone said this scenario should continue… And I agreed cause it’s a weakness and I had a plan… or did I? I don’t know, it didn’t pan out…

I encourage you to read Lips before this one though.

It would be a lie for Harry to say that he didn’t stare at you a lot. Specially after the little incident a few weeks back. 

If he was to be honest with himself, the small interaction only made him more aware of his staring, and it only made him stare more. It wasn’t a lie that he looked at your lips, and now he wasn’t stopping. The few days after the fated incident consisted of him stumbling over his words cause he was so lost in every conversation. It was a horrible cycle. He stared at you which made him lose his train of thought and not be able to speak properly, which in turn made you stare at him messing up his sentences and laugh or just stare in wonder, which would make him focus back on you and start it all over again. 

Somehow, he understood you. He didn’t know why he did it, he just knew he did, and something about knowing you’re doing the same to him just turned on some natural response that was out of his control. He had to look at yours too. And maybe you didn’t know why you looked at him, you just did, which was what he was going through now more than ever… He was okay with that. He wanted more, sure, but he didn’t know how to make it more, so he stuck with looking and pining and pinching at his own mouth whenever you licked yours; something he now knew you did very often and was driving him insane little by little.

Staring is what got you into the mess you and Harry seemed to be in right now. No words had been spoken about that day after you had bolted away from each other at the sound of your best friend coming in the kitchen; and there hadn’t been another chance for Harry to inch close to you and finish what he thought had started that night. Staring is what made him so itchy and needy. 

Staring is what got him where he is right now, and he’s glad. 

For some reason the pile of loud people you called your friends seemed to always end up close to your place, even if it was for a nice afternoon outside, which was the case today. You avoided Harry’s stare, having become more careful with your looks since that other night, but he was fixed on you more than he liked to admit. The lads were being lads, tossing a ball around and having a laugh, again poking fun at Harry for calling soccer ‘footie’ and for his not so amazing coordination while playing the game. 

It would be like watching a movie from a different perspective. As you spoke to one of your friends Harry would just trace your mouth with his sight and analyse how it moved. Your small Oh’s and very big Ah’s. Your throaty laugh and shiny lips. And then he was in pain. Staring at you is what got him a ball to the face as he stood in the middle of the impromptu soccer game which he had forgotten about for a second too long.

The metallic taste of blood was eminent as he spit some out, and you rushed to him, immediately asking him to follow you inside. It was your house after all, so you were in charge of getting the med-kit and treating his bloody wound. 

A busted lip. Your favourite thing of his to look at was now busted open and bleeding and your palms were sweaty at the thought of touching it just to make sure the wound cured properly.

He sat on your bathroom counter, legs open as you stood between them soaking whatever pad with whatever liquid and warning him it would sting.
“Stay quiet, please” you mumbled dabbing at the open skin. His eyes focused on your busy mouth. Whenever you were focused on something you tended to bite your lip or leave your mouth open in a twisted ‘O’ that he adored. Your tongue would pop out every now and then and he found himself wanting to bite at it.
“Will I be okay, doctor?” with his accent and the position he was in it sounded more like ‘Doh-tah’ and you had to keep yourself from giggling. Sure you were trying to stare less but that didn’t mean you didn’t still find his mouth and accent fascinating. 
“Perfectly fine. Just have to put sugar on it” His brow arched in confusion. 
“Sugah?” What for? You had brought the sugar from the kitchen with you. Brown sugar to be precise, and it made no sense to him whatsoever. Turns out brown sugar helps cuts in the mouth area to heal quick, it sort of urges the skin to reconstruct faster and it helps stop the bleeding. You told him this, to which he payed no attention to anything other than the way you formed your B sounds and your lips parted, as you gathered some grains in your hand.
“Look up” you instructed and let the sugar fall and stick to his open gash. It was a strange feeling and he pouted trying to keep his bottom lip from touching his upper one and taking off the sugar. “Now, don’t lick it off”

You were very close, patting the sugar down with your index finger carefully, making sure the whole cut was covered and Harry couldn’t help but smirk as the rest of your fingers reached out to touch his chin and cupid’s bow. You couldn’t help it. You didn’t know why his mouth was so hypnotising to you but the trance was on once again and at this point it was almost as if you couldn’t even hold it back.

You were staring, and so was he. He didn’t know if you wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss you. Ever since that day he has wondered what it would be like but never actually reached for it in fear it wasn’t what you were after. But right now it felt like you were both on the same page. Like you were having a silent agreement that a kiss would be nice right about now. His eyes just stared at your face, running over it, paying attention to your eyes – that were downcast to his lips – and then your nose – it was pointy but round and he liked it. Wanted to bump his against it – and then his latest fascination; your mouth. He loved the arch, the natural pout, the rosy colour. It was like looking at it through a magnifying glass and he could see all the little marks and lines. And he wanted to taste them. In his mind it was impossible that this wasn’t some sign that something had in fact started that night.

His hand reached around your body, grabbing at the belt-loops in your jeans and tugging you closer to the counter, closer to him.
“Harry…” you whimpered. Your mouth felt dry from the tension, but you knew that if you were to lick your lips you would end up touching your tongue to his and the thought of it made you shiver as his fingers pulled you closer.
“Won’t lick it off…” he started as you regained your breath from the close proximity of your faces. His nose bumped with yours ever so slightly, making chills run down your spine and goosebumps raise on the back of his neck as he finished with a whisper “if yeh promise not to lick it off me, either…”

I still don’t know what this is but I might know where it’s going? Not completely sure. It’s another piece like Lips and kind of like a second part but then again… Lips wasn’t even supposed to exist in the first place. So I’m not sure giving it a part 2 was the best idea. Giving it a part 3 might be an even worse idea but whoops. Feedback?

kay, bye.
Iv. xo.



Pairings: Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader

Word Count: 3500+

Summary: You’re a bonded pair with three children and all Sam can think about is having more.

My twist on a/b/o dynamics. There’s a little fluff in here too, I swear it.

Kink Prompts: Mating/Breeding & Were-animal sex

Warnings: Breastfeeding(non-sexual, baby related), knotting, dominance, claiming, fingering, oral, unprotected sex (obvi), biting, dirty talk, rough sex, some dom/sub overtones.

A/N: Written for @impalaimagining‘s Smut-entine’s Day Challenge

Sam comes home late, just after two in the morning, shutting the front door carefully, cautious of waking you or his children. He’s a sore, bleeding and a little drunk but it’s been a good night.

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BTS reaction when their idol S/O faints while performing

Anonymous said: BTS reaction when their Idol s/o faints while performing at an Award Show?

Here you are! Enjoy xx

(Aw, our boys look so sad in the GIFs ;c)

Rap Monster (Namjoon):

Originally posted by chimchams

Namjoon’s lips would be curled upwards in a grin while he watched your performance, knowing how hard you’d practised. However, when your legs suddenly gave way, plummeting to the hard floor of the stage, he’d stare up in complete shock, eyes wide, hands shaking uncontrollably. He would be frozen in position, even when his members sitting around him stood up in concern, his eyes would remain fixated on the spot on the stage where you stood, his eyes beginning to cloud with tears.

“Why did this happen? How did I not notice something was up from the beginning?” These thoughts would be running through his mind, as he’d hold his head in his hands, still in shock. “Why?”

Finally snapping back into the reality of the situation, Namjoon would get up, scanning the stage, spotting you being carefully carried away backstage. He’d get up quickly, abandoning his members as he’d rush to the side of the stage, only to be refused access. Running his hands through his hair, he’d question the members of staff by the stage, as they’d confirm that you were going to be okay, and that everything was fine. 

“Can I please see her?” He’d insist, his tone becoming increasingly desperate, wanting only to see for yourself that you were okay, and maybe then his heart would finally slow, rather than it feeling like it was ready to burst out of his chest.

Jin (Seokjin):

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Jin would be sitting in the audience with the other boys, watching your performance with an intent look on his face, when he’d notice your eyes fluttering, the blood draining from your face, causing you to become alarmingly pale. You’d still try to follow along with the choreography, fumbling slightly as you missed a step, clutching your head. Jin would then immediately realise something was up, standing up tentatively, his face contorting into an expression of worry. 

It would be then when your vision would fade rapidly, as your body collapses on the stage, your hair sprawled out on the floor. “Oh my god,” Jin would rush over to the steps of the stage, with no hesitation, wanting nothing but to cradle your unconscious body. As the other members of your group worriedly kneeled by you, he’d attempt to climb up onto the stage, only to be stopped by members of staff, who would try to reassure him the situation was under control, and you would be okay.

Jin would shake his head, tears threatening to brim over, his hand clasped tightly to his mouth. All those weeks of endless practice you put in, day after day, tirelessly practising choreography without breaks. You refused to eat as well, eating as little as a salad, before returning to the endless cycle of practice. 

“Jagiya, you really need to eat. And rest. Please take a break?” He pleaded, holding onto your hands as he tried to stop you from tiring yourself out again.

“I can’t, Jin,” you turned away, slipping your hands out of his as you threw your bag over your shoulder, grabbing only a bottle of water on your way out. Jin didn’t have the heart to stop you, knowing how stubborn you were, instead opting to check on you and every now and then.

“I should’ve stopped her.” A single tear would roll down his face, as he watched your unconscious body being carried away.

Suga (Yoongi):

Originally posted by suga-mon

Yoongi’s lips would be curled upwards in his usual gummy smile, simply enjoying your performance. However, once you would collapse suddenly, his smile would immediately drop, instead being replaced with a expression of both complete shock and anguish, as he’d shoot out of his seat, his eyes scanning the stage in an attempt to establish what exactly had just happened.

Having been so busy himself during the period just before the award shows, preparing new music and constantly writing new lyrics, he wouldn’t have realised what was going on with you. How you were skipping meals, how you were constantly weighing yourself, your eyes scrunching up in slight disgust as you glanced down at the number that flashed across the screen of the scales. On a few occasions, he would have noticed how you looked down at your own stomach, poking at the practically non-existent fat. He would’ve questioned you about it, but after you’d make up some excuse, he’d reluctantly drop the subject, assuming it was nothing.

So, after your incident on the stage, he’d put two and two together, finally realising what was going on. He’d feel an overwhelming feeling of guilt in his chest, as he’d rub his forehead in frustration, wondering why he didn’t take more time out of his busy schedule to check on you. Tears beginning to build up, he’d vow that from then on, he’d follow up on any sign of strange behaviour from you, as he’d look up at the stage, glancing at the spot where you’d collapsed.

J-Hope (Hoseok):

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Hoseok would be cheering, and enthusiastically singing along with your song, waving his hands in the air, when your knees would buckle, your eyes fluttering shut as your legs would give way beneath you, your body roughly hitting the floor in an awkward position.

Hoseok would immediately shoot up out of his seat, his eyes frantically scanning the stage, craning his neck as your members would crowd around you. His hand would fly to his mouth, his eyes becoming puffy and swollen as he wouldn’t be able to stop the tears from flowing down his face, despite Jin standing up and resting his hand on Hoseok’s shoulder, looking at him in concern. The buzz of voices around the venue would blur in his ears, as his head would begin to spin, Hoseok sitting down again to steady himself.

“Why?” He’d whisper to no-one in particular, his thoughts completely focused on you, despite his other members questioning him, and attempting to calm him down.

“This shouldn’t have happened. I should’ve noticed. This couldn’t have happened for no reason.” His head would be flooded with questions, his heart torn in two as he’d hesitantly glance up at the stage again, your body still sprawled across the stage. He’d look down at the floor again, tears once again threatening to spill over.


Originally posted by ohparkjimin

After hearing the crowd beginning to murmur amongst themselves in shock, his head would immediately snap upwards, only to see your body lying in an awkward position on the stage, your eyes fluttering slightly, before closing entirely. “What just happened?” His lips would form an O-shape, eyes widening frantically, as his eyes searched the stage, the venue, the audience, everything in a search for answers.

He’d look over at Namjoon, who was also standing, watching the stage with concern. “Hyung?” He’d nervously ask, fiddling with his hands as his eyes would flick from Namjoon, to the stage, and back to Namjoon. “I think (Y/N) fainted. Probably out of exhaustion or lack of nutrition,” Namjoon would sigh, shaking his head.

Jimin’s mouth would open, as if to say something, and yet no words would come out, a lump forming in his throat. He would have realised what was going on, always trying to sit you down to rest, and to eat something. And yet, every time you’d refuse, insisting that you weren’t hungry, or that you had already eaten. He’d realise what was happening, after struggling with insecurities about his own weight in the past. So, after seeing your seemingly lifeless body laying there, he’d close his eyes tight, not wanting to accept the reality. He’d feel a sense of guilt building up, despite trying his best to help you.

“Why did this have to happen to you?” He’d ask himself, despite having seen the hateful comments antis had made about you. A sad sigh would escape from his lips, running his hand through his hair.

V (Taehyung):

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*Ignore the caption, for some reason it was so hard to find an appropriate GIF for Tae*

His wide smile would immediately twist into an O-shape when you’d clutch your head just before falling rapidly, hitting the floor, your microphone falling from your hand with a thud. He’d stand up in complete and utter shock, looking around frantically to work out what exactly had just happened. His eyes would widen completely, as he’d fiddle with his hands, chewing on his lip anxiously.

“Hyung, what’s going on?” He’d nudge Yoongi who would be sitting right beside him, also looking up at the stage in shock. “Is (Y/N) gonna be okay, hyung?” He’d ask with a desperate tone, tugging at Yoongi’s sleeve. 

“She’ll be okay, Taehyung.” He’d turn to face Taehyung, smiling hesitantly at him in an attempt to convince him. Taehyung would refocus his attention back on the stage, eyes flicking around, realising you were no longer sprawled across the stage. “Yah, hyung, where is she?” Taehyung’s head would snap back around to face Yoongi, tugging at his sleeve once again. Yoongi would sigh, replying, “They’ve probably just taken her backstage for treatment, she’s okay Taehyung.” 

Taehyung would sink back into his seat, rubbing his forehead, his fringe falling into his eyes, struggling to stop his tears.


Originally posted by baebsaes

When you’d begin to fumble, missing steps of your choreography, his eyebrows would furrow in confusion. He’d know how hard-working you are, you’d never messed up choreography live before. You’d continue fumbling around, a murmur beginning to stir in the crowd as everyone would begin to wonder what was going on. 

Eventually, your skin would become clammy, a thin sheet of sweat glistening on your skin as the blood would drain from your face, leaving you as pale as a ghost. You’d visibly gag, your fist pressed to your mouth, and Jungkook would begin to grow more and more concerned, tentatively getting up. A few seconds later, your arms would fly forward, as your body would become limp, falling onto one of your members, as they’d just about manage to catch you, laying you down carefully on the cold floor.

“(Y/N)!” He’d instinctively call out, his eyes scrunching up, tear after tear rolling down his face, as he’d press his hand to his mouth, fingers curled slightly. Jin would stand up, pulling Jungkook into a hug as Jungkook would cry into his shoulder. Jungkook wouldn’t usually be one to cry, but seeing you collapse so suddenly, his heart would tear in half, Jin rubbing his arm reassuringly, Jungkook’s tears staining the shoulder of his blazer. 

One Shots

Gift and Sight

Sam x OFC (threesome) 

SUMMARY: Dean makes him angry and Sam finds a little solace in two young, inviting women.

WARNINGS: Threesome action, adult content and naughty Sam. This is 100% SMUT. There’s some explicit girl-on-girl stuff in here. Also the idea that Soulless!Sam has amazing stamina. You’ve been warned.

Into That Great, Black Night

Sam x OFC

Summary  Angst - One Shot - Overview of Sam’s life long dream of becoming an astronaut.

She’s a Slow Fade

Sam x Reader

Summary:  A memory of a side trip you took with Sam. It’s full of fall leaves and fluff.

WARNINGS:  Story contains one profanity and lots of foliage.

This is Not Your Fairy Tale

Sam x Reader

Summary: What’s it’s like being with Sam. Includes a little Jealous!Sam. 

Warnings: Sex, Language and Violence 

Dessert Before Dinner

Sam x Reader

Summary: Sam’s in the mood for quickie before dinner. This is fast and dirty. Just smut.

Warnings: Explicit, unprotected sex.

Family is Everything

Sam x Reader

Summary: You’re scared to tell Sam you’re pregnant. Reader Request.

Warnings: Reference to sex, pregnancy and language.

Home for Christmas 

Sam x Reader

Summary: After year away you go for Christmas. 

Warnings:  Language, evil step-father & step-brother.

How It Was Before

Teen Sam x Teen Reader

Warnings: hippies, smut, unprotected sex, angst and a little fluff


Evil!Sam x Female Demon

Summary: Lucifer sends a demon to groom Sam, preparing him for his place in hell.

Warnings: Graphic sexual content, rough sex and mentions of sexual violence(it’s consensual), torture, murder and language.


Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader

Summary: You’re a bonded pair with three children and all Sam can think about is having more.

My twist on a/b/o dynamics. There’s a little fluff in here too, I swear it.

Kink Prompts: Mating/Breeding & Were-animal sex

Warnings: Breastfeeding(non-sexual, baby related), dominance, claiming, fingering, oral, unprotected sex (obvi), biting, dirty talk, rough sex, some dom/sub overtones.

The Derby

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader

Summary: Sam finds himself in a sticky situation.

Word Count: 1700+

A/N: My twist on a/b/o dynamics. This is a companion piece to Moonlight (you should read that first).

Warnings: NSFW gif, jealously (reader), pregnant sex, unprotected sex, knotting, slight dom/sub, dirty talk


Sam x Female Reader

Summary: Sam’s going through the trials and you’re the only thing that gives him comfort. Set during season eight.  

Warning: smut, unprotected sex, angsty sex, depression (kind of), a smidge of painful sex

On This Day…

Sam x Female Reader

Summary:  May 2nd isn’t just Sam’s birthday.

Warnings: a little smut, description of drowning

Words: 950

Morning Sex

Sam x Female Reader

Summary: In the mornings Sam likes the slow, sleepy sex…at least at first.

Warnings: vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise kink

Words: 1030

The Brown Bottle

Pairings: Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader - A/B/O

Word Count: 3400+

Summary: Sam is rough around the edges, you do your best to avoid until one night you discover he’s your true mate and instincts take over. This is really just a lot of smut and a little plot to ease things along.

Warnings: NSFW gif, knotting, mating, breeding, dominance, claiming, fingering, unprotected sex, biting, dirty talk, rough sex, some dom/sub overtones.


Gemma Doesn’t Like You


“Are you nervous?” Harry asks, gripping onto Y/n’s hand as he starts his three hour drive to his sister’s house.

In their now one year of dating, Y/n is finally meeting Harry’s sister, Gemma. With their schedules being tied from Y/n’s university, to Gemma’s new job, and Harry’s recent solo work, there was barely any time for either of them to take a three hour drive for them to meet. But with somehow a lot of convincing bosses and Y/’s spring break, it’s finally time for Y/n to meet Harry’s “second half.”

“I’m okay.” Y/n replies reluctantly. 

In all honesty, she’s scared shitless. Even though the rest of Harry’s family practically coos over Y/n, Y/n wasn’t raised in a high income family. She shared a two bedroom apartment with her two parents and her two older brothers her entire life. Her only time out of the house was when she went off to school or work, never really having a social life because she neither had time or money for it. This news has been everywhere in the tabloids. How Y/n is living in Harry’s home, how Y/n is only paying off debt and university because of Harry’s wealth. But even though those statements are completely true, it is nothing like what it seems. There is an entirely different story underneath their publications that nobody understands besides Harry and Y/n. And that’s what scares her the most.

“Don’t worry, baby. She’ll love you. She can read whatever she wants, yeah? But all she needs to pay attention to is who you really are.”

Y/n almost throws up at this. 

Harry holds her hand tighter. He knows she knows Gemma has already tried to get Harry to break up with her for a while now. She thinks that Y/n is nothing but a gold digger, using a sympathy card to get every ounce of money out of him so that she can manage a living. Of course that wasn’t the case, and Harry would be willing to spend the rest of his life disproving his sister. And he’s starting today.

“Who I really am is not going to impress her, Harry. I have nothing set out for me.”

“Woah woah woah, wait a second, don’t say things like that.”

“It’s the truth.” She shrugs.

“That’s far from it. You’ve been busting your ass trying to finish school. I have never seen someone be so determined to accomplish anything in my life. You inspire me everyday, every single day. When I feel like giving up or thinking what I’m doing isn’t worth it, I think of your ability to overcome any of that. It doesn’t matter your money, Y/n, you’re the best person I’ve ever met. I’d do anything to be half the woman you are.”

Y/n smirks, letting out a slight chuckle. She leans over to press a gentle kiss on his cheek, rubbing her nose slightly against the skin.

“So you wanna be a woman, huh?”

Harry laughs, sneaking a look at her from the corner of his eye. Her hair in loose curls, diamond stud earrings glistening on her ears, a small smile playing on her lips, her eyes trained on the road in front of her.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Harry sighs, “you’ll always have me.”

Pulling up into Gemma’s driving gave Y/n enough fear to almost pass out on the walk to her front door. Everything she has felt about this day is building up so much inside of her that her body almost feels numb. 

“Stop stressing, darling” Harry chuckles, “it’ll be fine.”

When taking the steps up to her door, Y/n had to grab onto Harry’s hand in case she wanted to run away. Harry gave her a reassuring kiss before he opened the door and walked inside her home.

“Gem! We’re here!”

Her house is everything Y/n expected it to be. Everything is open, everything all in one place, nothing to separate the rooms. It all looked so expensive, there is nothing Y/n has ever seen like it. All she can see herself doing in it is dancing without having any walls to bump into.

Gemma walks out from the kitchen, looking slightly uneasy, but smiling as she gave her brother a welcoming hug. When releasing herself from Harry, Gemma gives Y/n the most disgusting look she has ever seen.

“So, this is Y/N”

Y/n disregards the way she says it. She’s going to do her best to get Gemma’s liking, there is no way she can mess this up,

“Hello, Gemma, it’s wonderful to meet you.” Y/n smiles, sticking her hand out to properly introduce herself. Gemma smiles slightly, looking down at Y/n’s hand.  

“Is there any reason my brother is paying your university tuition, Y/n?

The way she says her name burns Y/n’s insides, like her name is toxic on the tongue. She slowly puts her hand down, tucking it underneath her other arm as her second hand moves to push twist her hair. 

“O- Oh, um..”

“Gemma!” Harry seethes, “what the hell?”

“N- No, Harry,” Y/n interjects, shaking her head slightly, “it’s fine. It’s just that my family isn’t financially stable. They obviously wanted me to get into the best university I could, so when I got accepted, I began to take out student loans. I was on work study and we were provided a good amount of financial aid but it wasn’t enough for us. I ended up owing a lot of money to the bank and-“

“So you had my brother use all the money he saved up from his career to pay for you?”

Y/n stands wide-eyed, clearly not expecting the accusation of her using him. It took Y/n months before agreeing to let Harry pay her tuition. He had offered since the day he met her. She stressed herself out in ways he’d never seen. He felt his career wasn’t even half of what she put herself through at the time. He had all the money for everything she wanted, he was willing to give every penny he had to her, drop everything he’s worked for and give it all to her. He didn’t need it anymore. He had spent his entire life building and building his future. He spent five years making money that he didn’t even know what to do with. He found his girl, he found the one he was going to marry. He had a house, a beautiful house, one he could still pay off because he’s still being paid for being in the media. He lived his dream, there was no reason to keep it. None.
After what felt like years of Harry begging her, to the point where he even went on his knees, to help her get through her financial crisis, she couldn’t say no. Not to that amount of desperation, not when he was in tears watching her suffer so much.

“Wh- what? No, no that’s not what I’m saying at all!”

“What the fuck, Gem?!” Harry growls, his eyes narrowing, pulling Y/n closer to his side. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.“

“That’s bullshit!” Gemma spits, taking a threatening step closer to Y/n, who’s shaking and choking back her stupid tears.

“What are the chances a girl like you gets it on with my brother?! Huh? What are the fucking chances of that?!" 

“THAT IS FUCKING ENOUGH!” Harry booms, pushing his hand out to push Gemma away from Y/n.

He swears, he could fucking break her wrists in half. Gemma was the last person he expected to judge Y/n on her economic class. He actually thought they’d get on extremely well. He never expected to be holding Gemma back from punching a fearful, shaken up Y/n, whom he wishes more than anything to be comforting right now, but is too scared to set Gemma out of his grasp. 

Y/n steps back, taking in a harsh breath as the wind is knocked right out of her. She genuinely feels like someone punched her in the throat, which probably would have happened if Harry wasn’t holding Gemma back as hard as he is.
She feels the tears that were building up in her eyes slowly start to fall, her barrier completely breaking down. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, nothing was. She’s not supposed to make Harry’s family hate her. She wanted to become apart of it, grow old and pass down more generations of it. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

In the mix of her emotions, Y/n puts on the fakest fucking smile she’s ever put on. Of course it’s not on there for long. She looks down the second it disappears, falling just as quickly as it formed. If she continues to fight for herself, there would be no room for any hope she wishes to carry that Gemma will somehow see her differently. 

“You don’t have to worry about this anymore, Gemma” she cries, little pathetic sobs finding their way from her throat, “I’m going to go now.”

Harry’s head whips up, his heart suddenly stopping when he sees her turn away. 

“No.” He whispers, “baby, baby don’t.” 

His hands loosen around Gemma’s wrists. Not giving a crap what she decides to do once he lets go, his hands fall completely to his sides when he sees her run out the front door.

“I never want her back in this goddamn house, Harry, I swear-”

Never fucking speak to me again!” Harry roars, “if I ever fucking see you after this you’re done! Do you understand that?! You’re fucking done!”

Gemma gasps, flinging her hands into the air.

“What the fuck?! Are you blind, Harry?! I’m protecting you!”

Harry’s hands clench into fists, all his anger building up inside of him. He drove three hours, taking Y/n’s spring break time, the only time she can ever relax, away from her, just to show up here and have Gemma disrespect Y/n like that? How dare she even think about that? How dare she belittle her in front of him like that?

Before Harry can even think properly, his fist is colliding harshly against the wall. He felt nothing, only a few pieces of the cement falling to his feet and the horrified look Gemma is looking at him with.

“You’re a piece of shit! You’re fucking dead to me! You’re fucking done!”

Before Harry wastes anymore time, he’s out that door in seconds. He runs in the direction their house is. He’s never run quicker, as if his legs are full speed and his mind is scattered all around him. Nothing is making sense, everything he thought he knew was falling apart. The life he’s built himself is crumbling beneath him, and there is absolutely nothing he can do about it.

“Y/n, Y/n wait!” Harry yells once he sees her running. 

She can hear him, she can hear him loud and clear, but her legs don’t stop moving, and she hasn’t even turned her head to look at him. She can’t, she can’t look at everything she’s ever loved and walk away from it. It’ll be too much for her, she’ll break the second she looks at him and she knows it.

Before Y/n can quicken her pace, Harry grabs onto her wrist so tight that she somehow ended up ramming into his chest. He immediately begins to cry, grabbing her face in his hands as he forces her eyes to land on him.

“Don’t leave me, baby. Don’t leave me.”


“Not over my fucking sister, Y/n. Please, you can’t do that to me. You can’t.”

She squeezes her eyes shut, breaking down entirely as she feels him hold her. How in the world is she going to do this? It’s either she stays with Harry and gets tormented by his sister, who will make her life a living hell, or she leaves Harry, and lives the rest of her life alone because she can’t find love in anyone else.

She almost considers staying with him. Almost. But there is no way she can stay together with him and live her entire life being hated by somebody who means more to Harry than she does. She just can’t.

“She’s right. This whole thing. All of this is a mistake, we’re too different. This isn’t right.” Y/n sobs.

“NO!” Harry barks, pressing his forehead so hard onto hers he wouldn’t be shocked if he broke his skull from it. 

“You don’t dare say that shit to me. You don’t say that to me.”

Y/n shakes her head, pushing him off of her as hard as she could.

“That’s your sister, the way she spoke to me.”

“I don’t care. I’ll never let her in again, she won’t have any fucking sense in this, baby. Nothing will get in our way.”

But she just can’t.

“I’m so sorry, Harry.”

Harry swears he feels his heart ripping in half at her words. His body feels completely detached, like every bone is breaking and all he has left to do is fall in front of her. He holds onto her legs like it’s his last hope. His sobs draining out everything in his head and all he can fucking feel is the mix of his heart being taken right out of his chest and her hands running softly through his hair.

“Please, Y/n.” Is the only thing is brain can muster. Please, please, please. Any source of desperation to keep her with him, that’s the only thing his brain can produce.

He grips onto her legs tighter, his forehead pressed against her knees. He feels her tug at his hair, hears her cry and curse under her breath. 

This wasn’t supposed to happen.


She sighs, a last cry ripping from her.

“I can’t.”

nanami-hime  asked:

... I didn't think "Stay the Night" was going the angst route... that fic rekt me.. ;-; GIRL I thought it was going to make me cry in fear not sadness 😂 (still 10/10 fic even though it hurts to read oh my heart)

(in ref to this fic from this post)


i literally was so goosed i couldn’t move from my spot for a good half an hour i made @dystopiansushi stay on the phone and feel my pain whilst i yelled over her fic 

anonymous asked:

So, out of curiosity, what exactly are moffios?

Sugar bombs which are only considered cereal because they’re marketed that way. The grain in them is only there to hold the sweet stuff together and keep it from completely dissolving into the milk. They come in “flavors,” including tropical twist, chunks-o-chocolate, and super sour stars (glow-in-the-dark!), but Torako favors the original. Bentley maintains (from his limited experience) that there cannot be any discernible difference in taste between these varieties because the pure saccharine hit to the tastebuds would surely override anything else. 

They’re most popular with college kids and young adults who, upon attaining freedom from parental oversight, feel free to indulge in all the sugary goodness they maybe weren’t allowed very often (if at all) as kids.

Sometimes there are limited edition pop-culture flavor or marketing variants. The one time they came out with an Alcor the Dreambender blend (demonically delicious), Torako ate nothing but moffios for breakfast for months.