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When We Collide (Part 12)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

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“Y/N, you threw up in her Marc Jacobs bag? That must be the funniest thing I’ve heard all week!” 

“Trust me, it wasn’t as funny as it sounds.” You mumbled with your phone resting between your shoulder and ear, eyes glancing up to look for when the elevator would arrive.

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Rebound

Genre: smut, kinda fluffy maybe? Warnings: blackmail, daddy kink, uh I think that’s it REBOUND

“c'mon, dan, you haven’t gotten laid in months, you need to get over Jason, and moving on begins with having sex with strangers. Safe sex of course” I stare blankly at pj from my place in the crevice of my couch. “Are you done now?” He sighs, “yes,” “good” I turn back to my computer only to have it snatched away from me. Looking up, I see pj running down the hallway into my bathroom, shutting and locking the door. I run after him, stopping to knock at the door, “I’m already over him! What are you gonna do with my computer anyway?” “Yeah ok and that’s why you haven’t even gotten out of this damned apartment after the hour of 7? Sure. And my dear dear Danny, remember that video you accidentally sent me that you meant to send to Jason? You know, the one of you fingering yourself? No?” My hands clam up and my jaw tightens, he wouldn’t. “Well I do, and it just so happens that I kept it cause I knew I’d need to black mail you sooner or later, and you see, the only thing I don’t have is your mom’s email, which is conveniently on this computer. So what do you say Danny? Mom watches a video of you with your fingers up your ass moaning ‘daddy’ or you go out and have someone put their fingers up your ass while you moan ‘daddy’?” My fists clenched, throat tight with anxiety, I knew what the clear choice was, “ok, asshole, come pick out what I’m wearing, I’m not putting in any extra work” I hear a grunt of joy and then the door flings open to reveal a smiling pj.

—-

I nervously walk into the vibrantly colored gay club, my jeans are too tight and my dick feels like it’s suffocating in its confines. I turn towards pj only to find that he is no longer next to me, or even around me for that matter. Whatever, I’ll just sit at the bar and wait until he’s had his fun. Walking up to bar, I take a seat and my eyes catch with the most vibrant blue I’ve ever seen. Wow, ok this guy is so hot, Jesus, he comes up to me and I don’t know what I was expecting but “what can I get you to drink, sir?” was not it, until I realized, to my embarrassment, that he was behind the bar because he’s a bartender. Obviously. And now I’d been staring at him for a solid 10 seconds and he was giving me a weird look, “uh sorry, I’ll just have a sprite please” he nodded and then handed my drink over to me, “anything else?” ‘Your number??? A good fuck??’ He laughs and it’s only then that I realize I had spoken out loud, “oh god that’s so embarrassing I’m sorry that wasn’t supposed to come out of my mouth” “hm. Well my break is in five minutes and I figure I can find something else to put in your mouth. How’s that sound, baby boy?” A whimper makes it way past my lips and I nod, watching him smirk and quickly turn away. I tap at the counter and bounce my foot nervously for what feels like an hour before I feel a possessive dominant hand on my lower back, pushing me off the bar stool and sending a shiver down my spine. “C'mon, darling” I let him lead me out a door and into a hallway, past several other doors until we finally stopped at one and he pushed it open to reveal a bedroom, and I turn to him curiously, “it’s a strip club baby, they’re called private rooms” I nod and he comes closer to me, and I’m lost in his eyes again, before he pushes me up against the wall and kisses at my neck. “Oh god” I moan, “so easy to get worked up, look at you, already hard in your pants” I nod feverishly into his shoulder, hands gripping his shirt in tight fists. “I’m d-dan” I gasp out through moans as he continues to mark my neck, “phil, you’ll have that name memorized by the time we’re done here, angel” I tug at his shirt and before I know it we’re on the bed, naked bodies slick with sweat, pressed together and I’m begging him, “please , please phil please touch me” he reaches over to grab a bottle of lube and a condom from the bed side table and I hear the cap popping open before I feel a cool, smooth finger probing my entrance, “yes god, yes daddy please put it in” it takes a moment for me to register what I’d said before I’m blushing and phil is letting out a loud moan, “god call me that again that’s so hot baby, daddy loves when you beg for his fingers in your hot, tight hole” the first finger burns but I’m quickly asking for another and another and we’re both moaning and then he hits my prostate, and I’m screaming “DADDY! Daddy daddy please im ready please please fill me up with your nice cock daddy I need it please” burying his face in my neck, I whimper when his fingers leave me to prep himself and then I feel his tip at my entrance, “you ready?” His whispers in my ear and it’s so soft and caring I almost forget that I don’t know anything about him, almost forget that all he wants is my body “yes, phil please” he enters me slowly, carefully, gently and it’s uncomfortable but once he’s bottomed out, he stops and the burn subsides, leaving a flaming pleasure. “Move move please I can take it” his first thrust is soft and slow but I’m begging and eventually the pace is quick and unrelenting, his hand grips tight enough for his knuckles to turn white around the headboard and I’m clinging to him and pushing back on his every thrust “god baby doing so well for me, taking my cock so well, you’re so tight baby doll” the praise sends shocks through me, bringing me to the edge, “I’m close so close daddy phil please can I cum please let me cum I’ll be so good” he moans, raw and untamed, “god you’re perfect. cum, cum for me without even touching yourself, such a perfectly good little boy cumming from just my cock, I’m close” I cum all over our stomachs, my muscles tensing and hole clenching around his cock, sending him over the edge with me, until his shallowly moving inside me, our breaths still out of control, and then he’s rolling off me “god you were perfect” I blush at his statement, “you were too” with a sigh, he pulls me back into his chest, effectively squishing my face into his neck. And I think, maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t such a bad idea. I’ll have to thank pj later.

Admitting it

One shot : You’re Harry’s best friend who happens to be hopelessly in love with him. He doesn’t know, though and is dating Kendall Jenner. Until he shows up at your door. 

I hope you guys will like this one shot! I feel a little bad because it’s again Kendall’s name I’m using, but it really is simply because of her’s and Harry’s past relationship.
As always, requests and feedback are welcome. 

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A loud sigh escaped  my mouth and I hung my head low in exhaustion, my face hidden behind my sweaty palms. I felt as if all the responsibilities I had been trying to somehow balance on my shoulders over the past weeks came crumbling down like a wall of bricks, burying me. The familiar sound of my ringtone interrupted my thoughts and seeing the name flashing on the screen stopped any tears from spilling over.  My shaking fingers hastily slid over the phone screen and I eagerly pressed the device to my ear, desperate to hear the warmth of his voice.

“Harry! You have no idea how relieved I am that you’re calling.”

“M'glad to hear your voice, too, babe,” Harry answered, no hint of  a smile in his voice. He sounded oddly quiet and collected, not at all like the cheerful best friend he normally was.

“Are you alright?” I asked and pushed some of the books sprawled out in front of me away. There wasn’t much I would finish today anyway, especially not if Harry was unwell.

Ever since we had first bumped into each other it hadn’t taken more than one coffee to forge a strong bond between us. I always had his back and he had mine, protecting and supporting each other without questioning it. We often stayed at each other’s places for several days at once, trying to make the most of it given that the hectics of our daily lives didn’t allow us to spend too much time together. All of this remained merely platonic to him. I however, foolish as I was, had to fall so deeply in love with him I couldn’t even see the surface anymore.

“M'fine,” Harry hummed.

I didn’t quite buy his promise by the still rather void tone in his voice.

“You don’t sound like it, love,” I murmured, “what’s bugging you?”

I heard him take in a deep breath on the other side of the line, as if he needed to prepare for what he wanted to say next. When he spoke again his voice was much more tense.

“You know how Kendall and I have been going out and stuff, right?”  

I coughed as a lump crawled up my throat and swallowed hard before forcing out a small, “Yes.” My mind was already racing and torturing me with endless scenarios of what exactly he was implying by saying “stuff”.

When Harry had first brought Kendall around, I had already built a biased opinion on her. Her family’s public oriented life wasn’t something I could understand and never would it have come to my mind that Harry somehow could. Privacy was one of his top priorities. Meeting Kendall in person however had been different than expected and after two drinks with her I had to admit that she and Harry did fit together. She knew when to laugh, asked me questions about my much less eventful life than hers was and even hugged me when saying goodbye. And of course, she was of striking beauty. One look at her and it was clear how she was Harry’s match in every sense of the word.
After leaving them to climb into their taxi together and to head to his place I was overcome by sadness. Never had I confessed my feelings for Harry to him and now came the regret. I had noticed him observe me throughout the night, proving further how important it was to him that his friends liked her. A clear sign that their relationship was to be taken serious.

“I hope everything’s fine between the two of you,” I mumbled, hoping he’d believe the small lie.

“Not quite,” Harry replied, “we aren’t working out like I thought we would. And I feel so confused.” he broke off and I just knew he was shaking his head in lack of understanding.

“Is it because you’re apart too much?”

“No, I don’t think so,” he answered quickly, “Our houses aren’t too far apart from each other’s and now that I’m on my break I often fly out to see her. I’d say we spend 4 out of 7 days per week with each other.”

I tried to ignore the sting in my chest upon that information.

“If time isn’t the problem, then what is?” I asked.

So far in the year of us being close we’d only had two arguments and in both situations it was about me being upset because he wasn’t around.
Harry didn’t answer my question but paused to think of his next words, picking them carefully like he always did.

“She’s just not been acting the way the way she did when I met her. Not a day goes by where she doesn’t question me about my whereabouts or who it is that I am texting or calling. Kendall complains about everything I do and claims I’m distracted. Sometimes she even says she thinks it’s because of you. That you and I are dating. Can you believe that?”

“Crazy,” I laughed dryly. “What does she say when you ask her about her doubts?”

“Either that it’s nothing, she doesn’t want to talk about it or she refuses to answer me altogether. Shit like ‘you know exactly what this is about’, too.”

Harry cleared his throat and took a deep breath, “Aside from missing you like crazy, I called to ask for advice on what I should do.”

“I couldn’t possibly tell you. I only know half about your relationship or how your feelings for her are,” I protested.
I knew full well I could never stay objective and so any advice I would give him wouldn’t be an honest one.
“All I could do is tell you to listen to your instincts. As they’re usually pretty good.”

“So you wouldn’t advise me to break up with her?” he asked me, sounding almost shy.
I cleared my throat, searching for words. He was unbelievable. Why did he have to ask me, the girl who loved him more than his girlfriend ever could, whether or not he should be single again?

“No, I wouldn’t,” I whispered timidly, choosing to push my selfishness aside.

“Hm. Alright.”

“Would you break up with her had just told you that I think it would be for the best?”

“Probably, yeah,” he answered. “But I’ll think it through one more time then.”

I wanted to die.

“You should do that,” I encouraged, mentally slapping myself. “You have to take care of yourself, though. I don’t want you to let it get too close to your heart.”

Harry sighed and I grinned when he mumbled something under his breath.

“What was that, H?”

“I miss you,” he repeated quietly.

“I miss you, too, Harry,” I admitted, “A lot.”

The faint noise of his laugh was enough to make my stomach flutter. My breathing picked up and I pictured him sitting there with a smile on his face because he had me advising him. After years of supporting his career I was glad to be able to be there for him privately as well.  

“You should come visit me,” I spoke abruptly.

“What?”

“Think about it. You’ve never met my family before and it would give you a break from everything! Here in my hometown you would be safe from media attention and you could think about what to do next with Kendall,” I rambled, unable to contain what I truly wanted any longer. Him by my side and away from his model to maybe, finally, see me the way I saw him.

“Visit?” he asked, surprise evident in his tone, “I-I can’t- Y/N, I miss you. I do, really, but I don’t think I can leave just like that. Kendall would throw a fit and I can’t just leave in the middle of all this without talking properly to her. I’m sorry-”

I swallowed hard and tried to breath through the stinging feeling in my chest.

“I understand that,” I interrupted him quickly. “Figuring out your relationship comes first. As it should.”

“No,” Harry disagreed, his voice sounded urgent, “Don’t say it like that. You know I would never put anyone or anything before you.”

The corner of my mouth twitched into a smile.

“Are you in LA?” I asked.

“I am. Why?”

“I just want you to know that there’s a door to my house that is always wide open for you. Metaphorically speaking, not literally. That’d be weird otherwise.”

He exhaled loudly and cleared his throat.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, H?”

“You really are the best friend I have.”

My heart swelled and I felt glad that he couldn’t see my burning cheeks.  

“Right back at you. Please take good care of yourself, okay?”

“I’ll try. You do too, yeah?”

“Always do.”

And with that we ended the phone call. That Harry hadn’t jumped onto my offer of him to come here began to hurt a little, but it wasn’t like I had expected anything else. The fact that he still wanted to be a good boyfriend to a woman he knew didn’t appreciate it, made me love him even more.

…..

It had been little over two weeks since I’d spoked to Harry and there had been absolute radio silence since. My family left town for the weekend and I had decided to use the quiet home to catch up on some of the work I had still left to do. On one evening however I didn’t feel like it at all.
Although the story I was reading had me clinging to every word, I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at the phone to check for a message from Harry every once in a while. The hope hadn’t died down yet.
The sound of the doorbell straddled me. It was 10:30 pm and the sky outside had turned dark hours ago. A nervous feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. I’ve definitely watched too many horror films. Hesitantly I got up and walked to the door where I peeked through the window next to it. A movement in the dark made me jump but my heart instantly squeezed when I recognized the person waiting outside. I quickly unlocked the door and stepped out. The breath was knocked right out of me. The surprise of seeing him and how beautiful he was didn’t didn’t distract me from how exhausted he looked.

“Harry?”

“Hi,” he murmured, a faint smile on his face.

Within a second I had thrown myself at him and secured my arms around his neck while his wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me close to his chest.

“I can’t believe you came! I missed you so much,” I gushed.

After three months of being apart, I finally had him in front of me. Finally held him again. His body was warm and his shoulders strong under my touch. My hands found his hair and I exhaled happily upon finally being able to play with his soft curls again. I couldn’t swipe the smile off my face and enjoyed being able to breath him in again. Three months apart and he felt as familiar as if he’d never been gone.

“I hope it’s okay,” Harry mumbled into my hair. “You said I could visit and I…I just-” he broke off and pulled away from me before coughing heavily.

I gently patted his back in an effort to calm him. “Did your flannels not protect you from the threat that is the common cold? You should know better given how much time you spent in the oh so cold LA.”

A faint smile danced on his lips at my jokingly cooing voice, as he shook his head and with a final cough relaxed again.

“More likely in Ireland. I was visiting Niall last week.”

He came closer again and widen his arms to me. My heart jumped at the cocky half smile he had dancing on his cheeks and I gladly stepped into his arms, attaching mine once more around his shoulders. He squeezed my waist and I in return pressed a kiss to his warm cheek.

“That’s lovely,” I mumbled, “And it’s more than okay that you’re here, Harry. You’re always welcome.”

Harry hummed and nuzzled his face into my neck. I giggled quietly and shrieked when he bit down.

“I’ve missed this.”

“Me too,” he whispered and exhaled a long breath.

Though I loved having Harry this close, it was this exact kind of behavior that had me close to loosing my mind. Having him embrace and holding on to me like this felt as if he needed me as desperately as I did him. And that wasn’t the case. He had Kendall.

Humming upon feeling his lips against the skin of my neck, I whispered gently: “How did everything go?”

He shrugged and released me slowly only leaving his hands to rest on my shoulders. From this close I could see the glossiness of his eyes and how sore the skin around his eyes and his cheeks was. I carefully brushed the back of my hand over the redness, hissing at how tender it felt.

“Harry?”

“It went fine,” he muttered. “Kendall and I are over.”

Relief, mixed with worry for my friend flooded me and I felt like crying when he looked at me with what I interpreted as sadness in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I know how much she meant to you.”

Though I didn’t. Selfish as I was I had never asked him a lot about Kendall and was a little taken aback by the emotion in his eyes.

He shook his head, smiling a little. “That’s not what’s going on right now, Y/N.”

“Then what is?” I asked, confused by his words.

Harry shrugged and took my hand. “I’ll tell you later.”

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “You seem so upset. This isn’t fair. No one as kind and good as you should feel like this.”

Harry shook his head once more and leaned forward to press a quick kiss to my cheek. “I’m alright, love. You worry more than you have to.”

My eyes narrowed as I observed his face. “I still don’t buy it, but let’s go inside, okay? I don’t want you to actually get sick.”

Ten minutes later Harry sat in my kitchen and watched me make tea for us both while he recollected the invents of the past weeks. He told me that Kendall hadn’t been surprised when he told her that he thought a break up would be for the best and that they were on good terms still.

“But I figured I’m gonna give her some space before calling or texting her again. To cool off a bit.”

“So it was you who ended things and not her?” I asked, a frown forming on my forehead.

Harry smiled when he noticed and tilted his head. “Does that surprise you?”

“I mean,” I began carefully, “if you’re happier like this I’m all for it of course, but I just didn’t expect it. Over the phone you sounded like you were sad about her creating distance between the two of you. I thought you loved her.”

At that he shook his head and cleared his throat.

“Absolutely not. I liked her, but I could have never been in love with her. And neither did she love me. We were friends feeling like we somehow owed it to each other to at least try to be more, but she mistrusted me so quickly and always jumped on every article of me cheating on her. She read the worst shit about me and always believed every prejudice.”

I snorted at that. “Well that’s rich coming from her. God knows how much crap is being said about her on a daily basis and you never let that change a thing about how you felt for her. She couldn’t even give the same to you? That’s plain shitty of her.”

I shook my head, anger flooding through my body. Harry was so much more than what people made him out to be over the media and to know that his girlfriend didn’t appreciate him enough to see that, disappointed me. I was in the middle of turning to get mugs for our tea when I felt two arms wrap around me from behind. A small gasp escaped my lips when Harry stepped closer to press his chest against my back.

“Don’t frown, darling,” he mumbled and pressed his lips against my temple, “It’s all good now.”

I reached down and gently caressed his hands that were resting against my stomach.

“I just hate it when people treat you like that. You’re the kindest man I know and I wish you’d get some of what you give back sometimes. Especially from people you care about a lot.”

He only hummed and nuzzled his head into my neck where he kissed my skin. His hold on me tightened and I leaned my head further back so I could feel his short hair against my cheek.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Is it true that you love me?”

My entire body froze and my heart beat so fast I could’ve sworn it would burst at any second.

“W-what?” I whispered. My body twisted and I tried to shrug his hold off but he only tightened his arms.

“Niall told me,” Harry murmured quietly, pulling me back closer against his chest. “He said you have for ages. You told him that you were too afraid to tell me. Is that true?”

“Niall he-” I cleared my throat, my mind desperate to catch up on what was going on. I shrugged again and this time Harry loosened his hold and allowed me to move away. My mind tried to think of a story I could sell him that would somehow keep me from loosing my best friend. All because I couldn’t keep my emotions at bay.

“You’re why I broke up with Kendall,” Harry said calmly.

I looked up to meet his shy gaze. When he knew he had my attention he continued:

“Y/N, I couldn’t force myself to try to fix this relationship. It wasn’t working out and it really began to mess with my head.”

I shook my head and willed myself not to cry in front of him.  

“So you travled to Ireland where Niall gave you the perfect solution.”

I took a deep breath and Harry frowned at my words.

“Go get the girl who’s easy and wouldn’t mind being your rebound,” I spat, anger replacing my hurt and betrayal. I couldn’t even decide at whom I was more angry. Niall or Harry.
“Well, I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but I am not a rebound for you and how even dare you think that! Using my feelings for you against me like this?!”

Harry moved quickly when the first sob shook me and took my hands in his. His sincere eyes met my teary ones and he reached his hands up to brush my cheeks.
“That’s not what’s going on here, Y/N. Calm breaths, darling and let me explain.”

I nodded, still slightly dazed and he smiled in relief.

“You are the most important person in my life, Y/N. You have been for what feels like forever now. But I didn’t think you felt the same so I didn’t say anything and threw myself into this relationship with Kendall, because honestly, I got lonely.”

He breathed heavily and moved his hands to my waist, holding me less than an arms reach away.

“And I was so unhappy in this relationship with her, because all I wanted is you. You never left my mind, not once and every minute I was with her, I wished it was you instead.”

I pulled a face at that. The situations he might have been in with her while thinking of me came to my mind. Reading my thoughts he chuckled a bit.

“Yeah, in those situations, too.”

“Oh, good god Harry!” I scolded and he laughed, grasping my hands when I tried to push him away. He cleared his throat and coughed.

“When I called you, I hoped you’d say something to indicate that you felt the same. When you didn’t, I decided to travel to Niall for advise and to clear my head. But before that I broke off with her. Niall didn’t tell me anything about your feelings for me while I was still with Kendall, I swear. I broke up because I felt too guilty for lying to Kendall like this and not because I knew there was a possibility that you’d let me have you.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest.

“This is…” I began, taking a deep breath, “a lot.”

“I know,” Harry replied, a cocky smile playing on his lips.

I shoved him back. “Don’t grin at me like that!”

“Why?” he laughed and took hold of my waist again. The warmth of his hands instantly relaxed me as he moved his hands to rest beneath my shirt so he could touch my skin. “I feel such a relief now. Having this out in the open, you know?”

My kitchen felt awfully small though I knew this conversation wouldn’t be half as bearable if it was with anyone else. I pried Harry’s hands from me and moved a few steps away again. His worried gaze followed me.

“Aren’t you happy?”

“I am,” I reassured him, not liking the scared undertone his words had, “But I’m a little overwhelmed, Harry. It wasn’t like I chose to tell you about how I feel. I wasn’t ready. You basically forced it out of me.”

“Just tell me what you feel,” he proposed.

When I didn’t answer he sighed and slowly stepped closer to me.  "Y/N, I love you.“
His voice was soft and his eyes were almost pleading. "Please. You do too, just say it.”

I looked up at him, searching for words before deciding to follow his lead and to just put everything out in the open. After all, he claimed it felt good.

“Of course, I do, Harry. I’ve loved you for longer than I’ll ever admit. Do you need me to spell it out each day for you now?”

He shrugged. “Wouldn’t complain.”

“Stop being cheeky, Harry, you really caught me completely off guard here. My mind is having trouble wrapping my head around all of what you just told me.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” Harry said and held up his hands, “I shouldn’t have pushed you like this.”

I fiddled with my fingers and hesitated before speaking up again. Having Harry confess his feelings for me had been everything I ever wanted, but now that it had happened I didn’t feel as happy as I had expected to be. Seeing Harry with Kendall had somehow changed the way I saw him. I never saw him as a celebrity, but watching him show off his model girlfriend had shifted my view and now I saw how awfully different we were. He was an attractive and rich artist while I looked terrible plain and boring by his side.

“I just don’t know what we should do now,” I confessed, “Our lives are so different, Harry. Where would I fit in?”

“Right here with me, by my side. Like you always did,” Harry assured and I didn’t fight him when his hands reached for my hips. “Y/N, I love you. I’ll make sure that whatever it is that worries you, won’t ever be a threat to us, alright? M'gonna make you happy, Y/N. Please let me.”

His warm fingers gently massaged mine and his green eyes searched for some sign of consent to what he was proposing. I knew that I wanted this. He was who I wanted for years now and I knew that my need for him would never lessen or disappear.

“Y/N,” Harry begged softly, “Trust me on this.”

I sighed, moved forward and touched my hand to his cheek. I gently scratched the skin before reaching up to comb his soft hair. My lips moved to his, hesitantly at first but eager when I felt him kiss me back. I whined when he pulled away and he chuckled.

“S'that mean you wanna be my girlfriend?”

I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Yes.”

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agentcruller  asked:

Your aunt had two pet wolves?! Amazing! Story please?

it’s not really a story!! :( she rescued them and they lived on her property, which was huge and out in wyoming. their names were Mama and Baby. we were only allowed to hang out with them supervised, and almost never got to hang out with Mama bc she wasn’t super interested in humans that weren’t my aunt, who she loved beyond reason. Baby loved everybody, though. he was very friendly and confused about why human children were so small. he’d always come over and smell us and kind of nudge us around with his nose like, “what are you made of? why are you so little? why do you make such weird mouth sounds? MOM WHAT’S THE DEAL WITH THESE TINY HAIRLESS WEIRDOS?” 

anyway wolves are great.

Creepypasta #1097: It's Watching Me Write This

Length: Short

Yeah, I’m being looked at right now. And hey, be happy that you aren’t being looked at. I’m here to spite it. It doesn’t like being known about, but it’s not strong enough to kill me yet. So here it is you fucking monster. I’M LETTING THE FUCKING WORLD KNOW.

Anyway, you might want some back story. For the past 12 years I’ve lived in this house. Nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual life that we all tick away at. But two weeks ago, things changed. It all started with my door knob.

It turned it, every night for three days. It would sit outside and just play with it, almost mocking me. It had me shitting myself. I could see it through the peep hole. This fucking thing… It’s a scrawny little humanoid on all fours, but it’s the skin that is weird. All over its back are mouths. They whisper so softly it’s hard to make it out, but it almost sounds like pleading.

What does it eat? Not me, if that’s what you’re wondering. It feeds off sanity. It thought I was vulnerable to that! IT THOUGHT IT COULD FUCK WITH ME. I like to mock it now. Sometimes when I come home I’ll say hi to it, maybe leave it out something to eat. Just to let it know that I KNOW IT’S THERE. And there is nothing it can feed off from me.

It’s smart too. It knows my language, knows how to use various tech, and can even read/write. That’s how I’m getting to it right now. I’ll keep going until it’s real mad.

It wants to kill me. It really really wants to kill me but it can’t. Nothing to eat, no strength. No strength, no kill. It knows I can hurt it. I’m already starving it. The fucker might as well give up now, but he’s a persistent little bastard if anything. I don’t even think he knnhrybtgevrcfs

You know I’m really not as bad as he says, really. Everyone has their ways and your normal and my normal are different, but does that make them any less normal than each other? We’re not so different you and I. But trust me, he didn’t have as much correct as he had thought. You all jump to conclusions so quickly.

But I mean hey, if you really want to piss off the monsters in the closet then go ahead. Most of them are happy just being there. Sure they get bored, but fuck, you turn a few door knobs and all of a sudden you’re trying to feed off sanity? It’s almost funny to me. 

But I’ll key you in on a little secret, from one “monster” to a friend. Those noises in the night might be us - they might not - but just try not to think about it. Unless you want to end up like your story teller over here. I’ve made quite a mess after all, and no one likes a messy home.

Stay safe out there, readers.

Credits to: Random_Imgur_User

Bae Jinyoung || Childhood Crush

Genre: Fluff

Jinyoung stepped foot outside of his house, standing on the place mat as he swung his backpack over his shoulder, straightening out his shirt before closing the front door shut.

As he stood outside on his yard, he turned his head to see Y/N walking outside of her house. He widens his eyes and takes in a deep breath before he sees her beginning to walk down the sidewalk. Jinyoung carefully walks behind her, staring at her back as he follows her.

It’s an everyday thing, actually. Jinyoung walking behind Y/N every morning on his way to school. He’s been doing this for the past 12 years that they’ve been going to school together. He always walks behind Y/N on his way to school, admiring her from the back and smiling to himself as she has her earbuds in, listening to her music, paying no mind to the cars passing by or the neighbors standing outside of their houses.

It was quiet the rest of the walk, despite Y/N’s loud music bursting through her earbuds, but Jinyoung didn’t mind it one bit. Jinyoung stuffed his hands in his pockets and kicked a pebble on the ground. But as he did, the pebble hit Y/N on the back of her leg.

Jinyoung’s eyes widen as Y/N turns around, raising an eyebrow wondering where the pebble even came from. She stared at Jinyoung, who was scratching the back of his neck awkwardly and looking around, acting like he didn’t do anything suspicious.

Y/N giggled and turned around, continuing to walk down the sidewalk. Jinyoung slapped his forehead with his hand, mentally cursing at himself for kicking that stupid pebble on the ground, and continued walking behind Y/N down the sidewalk.

As Jinyoung finally approached the tall school building, he saw Y/N part ways and talk to her friends. Of course, the realization hit him. Y/N’s one of the popular girls at school, who is always hanging out with her friends and is surrounded by a crowd of students all the time. She’ll never notice Jinyoung, who is only a nobody at this school.

Jinyoung watched Y/N as she talked to some guys, and felt his face grow hot and a tinge of jealousy, but ignored it and walked off. He made his way to his locker, quickly opening the lock and shoving his things inside of his locker before slamming it shut aggressively. As he shut his locker, he saw Jihoon standing right behind it, jumping in surprise.

“Oh my gosh, you scared me Jihoon!” Jinyoung said. Jihoon had his hand placed over his chest. “More like your locker scared me, Jinyoung. You seem angry, though. What’s wrong?” As Jihoon asked him this, Jinyoung sighed, not wanting him to know about his own jealousy when he saw those guys talking to Y/N earlier.

“U-uh nothing, it’s something stupid, don’t worry about it.” Jihoon raises an eyebrow and stares at Jinyoung, seeing the obvious lie in his eyes. “Jinyoung, we’ve been best friends since birth. Do you really think I’m gonna let your lie go?”

Jinyoung sighs and gives in to his best friend. He knows Jihoon isn’t the type to let anything go after it’s mentioned, so he opens his mouth to speak. “Fine. It’s just, Y/N-” Before Jinyoung could finish his sentence, he widens his eyes as he sees Y/N walking down the hallway, by herself. Jinyoung gulps and hides himself behind Jihoon.

“Jinyoung, what are you doi- Oh!” Jihoon notices Y/N approaching them. He smirks as Y/N walks by them and stops her. “Hey Y/N, Jinyoung has something to tell you.” Y/N turns to see Jinyoung, who was still hiding behind Jihoon. Jinyoung widens his eyes and glares at Jihoon for not protecting his cover, before turning to Y/N, giving her an awkward smile.

“U-uh Y/N, um… I-” Jinyoung plays with the hem of his shirt nervously, the atmosphere a bit uncomfortable between the two of them. Y/N nodded her head, signaling for Jinyoung to go on with what he’s trying to say. “I- uh… Do you like Messi?”

Jihoon facepalmed himself and Y/N stared at Jinyoung, confused at his question. “E-excuse me?” Jinyoung’s eyes widen and he mentally slaps himself for asking something so stupid, especially in front of his longtime crush. “I-I mean… I-I like you, I mean!-” Y/N blushes as Jinyoung says that and plays with her fingers.

Jihoon pats Jinyoung on his shoulder, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “Good luck, kid.” Jihoon tells him before walking off. Jinyoung knew for sure he would fight Jihoon after school for leaving him alone with Y/N and also blowing his cover earlier. Jinyoung turns back to Y/N and notices how pink her face is, which he honestly found really adorable. Y/N clears her throat and speaks up first. “I-I didn’t know you liked me like that, Jinyoung…”

Jinyoung blushes red and nods his head slowly. “Y-yeah, I do. Wh-why? Is it wrong to?” Y/N shakes her head no. “No, no it isn’t! I’m just so surprised knowing that you feel the same way as I do.” Jinyoung’s heart starts beating fast hearing those words come out of Y/N’s mouth. ‘Is this true? The love of my life really, truly likes me back? And not just in a friend way but in an actual relationship kind of way?’

“Y/N, I’ve actually liked you since grade school. Ever since we were both little kids, I always felt this way for you. I know this sounds weird, but everyday I will walk behind you on the way to and from school. I’ve always been so shy and nervous around you, I’m never able to get a single word out of my mouth because I like you so much.” Jinyoung’s face turns a deeper shade of red as he stares at Y/N straight into her eyes. “Will you go out with me, Y/N?”

Y/N was a blushing mess and she nods her head furiously. “Yes, Jinyoung, I’ll go out with you!” She gives Jinyoung a big hug, feeling his heart beating fast against her chest. Jinyoung blushes and sighs in relief, finally being able to be in the love of his life’s arms. They quickly break up the hug, though, since they were still in school. They noticed all of the stares that every student passing by gave them. Y/N straightens her clothes out and clears her throat as she bows at all of the students passing by. She turns to look at Jinyoung and gives him a bright smile, the smile that Jinyoung had always hoped to be meant for only him.

“To be honest, I’ve actually liked you since we were younger, too. I just never admitted it to myself. I noticed you following me on the sidewalk, and I would always get excited to see you at school everyday. Honestly, I was always so used to you walking behind me, that every time you’re absent or not there, it feels empty. Like something important isn’t right there behind me.” Y/N blushes as she says all of this and Jinyoung notices the sincerity in his eyes, making his heart swell with so much love, he just wanted to bring her into another hug and kiss her, but only if they weren’t in the middle of the school’s hallway.

“Y/N, I like you. So much. And hearing you say all of these things makes me so happy that you feel the same way that I do.” Jinyoung smiles at Y/N, adoring the shy look on her face. Before they could say anything more, the warning bell rings, signaling that class is about to start. Y/N widens her eyes and notices all of the students in the hallway rushing off to their classes.

“I have to go now. Bye, Jinyoung! I’ll see you around!” She waves to Jinyoung before running to her class. Jinyoung watches her as she makes her way down the hallway, placing his hand on his heart and feeling its beats growing faster and faster every second.

Jinyoung felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He pulls it out and sees a text message from Jihoon.

 From Jihoon: ‘Did you confess?!’

Jinyoung chuckles at his lame friend and types in his response before pressing send.

From Jinyoung: ‘Yes! Turns out she likes me, too!’

It didn’t take too long for Jihoon to reply back. In all caps especially.

From Jihoon: ‘REALLY? DUDE I’M SO PROUD OF YOU! But did WinkDeep really flop?’

Jinyoung laughs and rolls his eyes at his reply.

From Jinyoung: ‘Thanks! And I guess so :(‘

From Jihoon: ‘Yikes, the i c o n i c WinkDeep duo is over now all thanks to your girlfriend. Lmao jkjk y’all are so cute tho and I ship so hard!!’

From Jinyoung: ‘WinkDeep is still great tho! And stoppp, I’m blushing.’

From Jihoon: ‘Blushing? I never knew you could blush’

From Jinyoung: ‘Dude you’re so mean’

From Jihoon: ‘I know. But really tho… “Do you like Messi?” was that all you got?’

From Jinyoung: ‘DON’T JUDGE ME!!!’

From Jihoon: ‘Lol I’m just teasing ya. But I’m still not over the fact that Y/N likes you back! I’m literally trying not to die in math class rn.’

From Jinyoung: ‘LMAOOO well focus in class you weirdo. I have to get to my history class now.’

From Jihoon: ‘Okay! I just can’t believe my 12 year long OTP is finally real now! I feel like a proud uncle.’

Jinyoung rolls his eyes at Jihoon’s reply before the late bell rings. Jinyoung’s eyes widen and he turns off his phone and shoves it into his pocket before straightening out of his outfit and smiles to himself, thinking of Y/N. ‘I can’t believe she actually likes me back. The love of my life actually feels the same way I do.’

Jinyoung walked down the hallway of the school, the smile never leaving his face as he kept thinking of Y/N, growing more and more excited to see her soon.

Lost and Found (Part 3)

Prompt: Imagine finding a lost dog, but it’s not just anyone’s lost dog. Who will show up at your door to claim the pup?

Warnings: maybe language, lost dog…

Word Count:1863

Note: My precious doggie went missing on 6/10 and no one has spotted her or turned her in to the local shelters or anything. I miss her so much, but it inspired this fic. Texts are in italics. Thanks to my darling beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

Tags: @amarvelouswritings@blackwidow-romanoff@cocosierra94 @firstgal34

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Waking up, you felt strangely…nervous and elated. You had a normal conversation with Sebastian Stan last night…Or was it a dream?

You checked your phone. Nope. Totally real. So was the part about him abruptly leaving. You sighed and got out of bed to shower. Then you began your routine, ready to get back to the office. Once you got there, you had some much needed work to catch up on. You had a board meeting, a quarterly meeting, emails to catch up on.

The entire day you wondered if you should text him but you didn’t want to be one of “those” girls. If he was a normal guy, you would’ve done it with no problem, but this was Sebastian freaking Stan. You couldn’t just text him like you had the right to do so.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Maya took a deep breath as she climbed into the bay window. Yesterday was Saturday. Saturday was her eighteenth birthday. And Riley didn't know everything that happened. She climbed into Rileys bed and laid her head on her shoulder. "I went to the courthouse and got married. " she said softly.

thank you for the amazing prompt!!! like i loved this so much omg. 

The freezing January wind nips at Maya’s skin as she climbs up the fire escape to her best friend’s apartment. It’s early. Or very late. She’s not too sure, to be honest.

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We Got Together ● Kihyun

kihyun x reader ➠ requested by anonymous—”you and kihyun meet on the show we got married and end up dating in real life.”

warnings: none. genre: fluff. word count: 2,823 a/n: as you can see, it got a little long. it’s a bit hard to write something like this without putting in detail haha. 

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If someone had asked you a year ago if you wanted to audition for a reality show you would have told them that they were insane and left it at that. It’s not that you were ever against the idea, just that it had been such a foreign idea to be filmed doing everyday things that you had thought it completely ludicrous.

That was before your friend had shown you the concept behind We Got Married. Of course, before they explained it you had told them to put their head back on straight and stop talking nonsense–”I’m not going to get married to some stranger. Are you crazy?”

“You wouldn’t actually be getting married,” they insisted, “it’s just pretend. But wouldn’t it be fun?”

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“Teeth Stroking” (zootopia drabbles)

“Teeth stroking”

 Judy is naturally curious. Ever since she was a small kit, she was always discovering new and fantastic things. Even as a young adult working in the ZPD, her curiosity always helped her out during tough cases. One day, when they went out to lunch, she became curious about Nick. She didn’t know when it started, but she stared at his mouth as he chomped on his bug-burger. His sharp teeth tore into the soft bread before snapping down in the crunchy middle. From that day on, she wanted to know how tough Nick’s teeth really were. Predator’s teeth, compared to those of prey animals, are usually much tougher and sharper. It’s in their DNA. Prey animals, like Judy, have strong but mostly soft teeth. They were not built to bite into tough flesh as predators were back in ancient times.

Judy sat quietly beside Nick on the couch in her apartment. They were both watching a film, which was getting kind of boring for the both of them. Nick’s bored gaze was beginning to turn into a tired one, and he looked like he was about to collapse on the arm rest. Judy turned to him and tugged at his sleeve.

 “Getting tired now, Slick?” Judy giggled, making Nick’s eyes snap open.

 “Uh nope! Still awake, Carrots.” He said, giving her a smirk. She gave him a smile and shut off the tv.

 “It’s okay, that movie was kinda garbage.”

 Nick let out a breath. “Glad I wasn’t the only one thinking it.” He muttered, scratching the back of his neck. Judy’s eyes glanced over to Nick’s mouth when he yawned loudly, his muzzle moving back to show his full set of teeth before coming back down a second later. Nick smacked his lips and blinked when he noticed her stare. “Hmm, what’s with that face, whiskers?”

She blinked dumbly and turned away, feeling her face flush. “Sorry, I was just…thinking…about something dumb.”

 That got his interest, as he leaned his muzzle down beside her head. “What was it? Is it about the film because next time you can choose, I’m not very good at finding-”

 “No, that’s not it.” She pulled her ears down and bit down her lower lip. Nick wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.

 “Then what is it?” he asked again gently. Judy’s blush intensified when he pulled her close to his chest, just enough to hear his heartbeat. With a deep breath, she pushed herself away, locking eyes with Nick’s and asked.

“Can I touch your teeth?”

 His ears dropped as he let out a slight chuckle. “Uh what? My…teeth? Do you want to be a dentist now?”

 “No! I just…want to poke them.”

 He sniffed and raised a brow. “Poke my teeth?”

 She let out a huff and crossed her arms. “Now you’re making me sound weird!”

 “Because it is!” He let out a laugh, making her cheeks turn a dark red. She felt even more embarrassed. She looked away, regretting that she even mentioned it. Nick wiped away a tear and cleared his throat. “Aw come on, Carrots…if you really want to, you can touch them.” He said, giving her a grin that showed off his teeth. She turned back to him and frowned.

 “Really?”

 “Yeah, sure, as long as you don’t pull out my tooth.”

 “Okay.” She turned fully towards him when he opened his mouth slightly. She noticed how sharp his canines really were when she felt them prick against her small finger. There was something almost exciting about being so close to his teeth. She ran her finger on his bottom teeth, giving each canine a poke. She smiled slightly by how different they were to her own soft nubs. She pulled away, making Nick close his mouth.

 “Am I clear to go, Doc?” He said, earning a snicker from the bunny. “Why the prodding?”

 She shrugged. “I guess I was just curious.”

 “I was kinda surprised you wanted to touch them, since I haven’t brushed today.”

“Ew! Nick!” She wiped her hand on his shirt, now regretting she had touched his teeth.

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Dedicated to Combat Engineer from fanfiction.net, I hope you enjoy!

I know its been a while, but I hope you all enjoyed this. ^_^

edited by: @obsessivegeekgirl13

Eren Figures Out "Netflix and Chill" (part smut)

Eren’s eyes widened, his face feeling hot. His PROFESSOR naked on his lap, making out with him. Eren seriously didn’t know what to do. He’s just an oblivious 19 year old lacking any knowledge of sex, kissing, etc. so what is he to do in this situation?

Armin told him to follow his instincts. Eren slowly wrapped his arms around Levi’s waist, moaning softly against his lips. The professor smirked as he ran his hands through Eren’s chocolate-y hair. Levi rolled his hips against Eren’s, causing him to gasp and open his mouth a little. Levi slid his tongue inside Eren’s hot mouth. Eren couldn’t possibly blush more than right now. Eren closed his eyes and sucked on the professor’s pink tongue. Levi’s body shivered in delight as he gripped Eren’s shoulders, letting Eren sucking Levi’s tongue dry.

Eren slowly slid his mouth from Levi’s tongue, some of his own saliva coating Levi’s as his tongue stuck from his mouth like a puppy. Eren looked into his professor’s eyes and all he could see is lust.

Levi wiped his mouth, “for a young man who doesn’t even know most of today’s slang, you’re pretty good at ‘Netflix and chilling.” Eren blushed,

“T-thank you sir. This is … My first time actually.” Eren said nervously. Levi rolled his eyes,

“Well no shit Sherlock, I figured it would be.” Levi said, pushing Eren’s back on the couch, “how about I give you more insight on sex education?” Levi said seductively, unbuttoning Eren’s shirt and revealing his well-toned chest, and a trace of abs. Levi had a small blush on his face, biting his lip, muttering “not bad” as he leaned down and kissed his neck, kissing his way down to his chest, and then goes on to his nipples. He gave his left nipple the slightest lick. Eren gasped, and immediately his nipple turned hard. Levi smirked and tweaked his other nipple with his finger,

“You’re so sensitive… I have to admit it’s quite adorable.” Levi whispered as he then latched his mouth onto Eren’s nipple and started to suck gently, while squeezing the other with his fingers.
Eren’s eyes widened and arched his back a little from the couch, moaning softly,

“A-ah professor- AH!” Eren pleasurably yelped, as his sentence was suddenly interrupted by Levi biting down on his nipple, grinding it in between his teeth, and sucking hard. Eren’s hand slid down to Levi’s ass, squeezing it. Levi let out a small moan as he pulled on Eren’s nipple with his teeth, looking up at him and then letting it snap back. Eren gasped as his left nipple was now a bright red. Levi looked at his chest, and then gave the same treatment to Eren’s right nipple, Eren’s mouth open slightly, letting out cute moans whenever Levi’s hot, wet tongue swirled around his nipple. It just felt so good to Eren, he couldn’t believe this was happening to him.

After Levi snapped back Eren’s right nipple: he looked at his chest again, and both nipples were a bright red. Levi smirked,
“Now they’re symmetrical.” Eren blushed,
“Now I can’t go swimming for a while …” He muttered. Levi rolled his eyes as he moved his body downward in between Eren’s legs. He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, seeing an enormous tent in Eren’s black boxers.

“Oh~ look who decided to show up ~” Levi said, smirking as he pulled down his boxers and threw them aside, Eren’s dick springing up, throbbing hard, the top already leaking precum. “Someone’s excited~” Levi teased as he gripped Eren’s dick with one hand and leaned his head forward to lick his tip. Eren gasped as gripped Levi’s hair.

Levi took in Eren’s tip in his mouth, sucking gently, swirling his tongue around the tip. Eren rolled his head back and let out a low moan. Levi sucked, gradually putting more of his length into his mouth, until he finally took it all in, bobbing his head up and down, sucking harder and harder, his hand sneaking down to his ballsacks and starts to play with them. Eren squirmed at his actions,

“A-Ah~ Levi !~ t-this feels weird- OH!~” Eren was interrupted by Levi deep throating him, making slight choking noises. Eren thrusted his hips upward, his dick meeting the back of Levi’s throat. Eren was panting, moaning Levi’s name while Levi gave him the best god damn blow job he ever had.

Eren gasped and couldn’t take it anymore, shooting his hot load of cum inside Levi’s mouth. Levi’s eyes widened on how much he came, and swallowed it all, not leaving a drop behind.

“So good …” Levi muttered as he leaned up and kissed Eren, letting him taste himself. Eren moaned as Levi barged his tongue inside Eren’s mouth again, their tongues battling as Eren took in all the flavor from Levi’s mouth. They pulled away, a string of saliva connecting them, both of them blushing and panting.

Levi then leaned down and started to suck on Eren’s collarbone, as he took his finger and proceeded to stick it up Eren’s ass. Eren yelped in pleasure, not used to being filled up. Levi was leaving marks all over Eren’s neck and chest, while fingering him, gradually adding more fingers; preparing him on what’s to come next. Until Levi reached 4 fingers, he felt that Eren was ready. Levi slowly slid out his fingers, coated in Eren’s sticky precum, sexily licking it off in front of Eren’s eyes. Eren leaned forward for another kiss, but Levi pushed him down on his stomach making his ass stick up high.
Levi sat up and positioned himself behind Eren, his large erect dick finally getting some action.

Levi leaned down and gave Eren’s hole a long, hot lick, lubing him up with his saliva.
“A-Ah, Levi what are you going to do no- AH!!~” Eren was cut off by Levi slowly sliding his long, hard cock inside him, filling Eren’s hole. Eren clawed at the couch, not used to the feeling, “s-shit Levi this … WHY DOES YOUR DICK HAVE TO BE SO GOD DAMN BIG? AH!” Levi shut him up with a spank to the rear, leaving a bright hand print on Eren’s right ass cheek,
“Shut up, you’re ruining the moment.” Levi growled as he began to thrust slowly. Eren trembled, whimpering in slight pain. Levi rubbed his back as he thrusted in and out of Eren.
Eren’s body began to feel hot, sweat forming on his body, moaning, “F-faster … Go faster I-I need it!”

Levi happily obliged as he gripped Eren’s hips and picks up the pace. His thrusts getting deeper and harder, Eren’s mouth open, drool coming out from the side of his mouth, moaning his professor’s name as he clawed on the couch,

“Yes Levi yes! More! I-I want to feel your Netflix deep in my chill!~” holy shit that sounded weird, but Eren didn’t care, and he wanted Levi’s dick to pound him into submission. Levi grunted and thrusted deep enough, finally hitting Eren’s prostate. Eren’s eyes widened, his throat dry, letting out a scream of pleasure,
“FUCK!~ R-RIGHT THERE LEVI- FUCK ME!~ MY ASS NEEDS MORE!!~” Levi smirked as he pounded hard against Eren’s prostate, the sound of skin slapping, and wet grinding can be heard from his next door neighbors.

Eren whined and begged Levi to go harder, his breathing going faster and harder, sweat coating his marked body. Levi was panting hard, gripping Eren’s hips tight as Eren’s ass clenched tight around Levi’s giant dick.

“S-shit I’m close…” Levi muttered as he picked up the pace, Eren screaming loud, his lower half coated with his own precum and sweat. It felt so damn good. To be fucked in the ass by your hot professor, him being the one to take your virginity.
One final slam by Levi sent Eren over the edge as he came all over Levi’s dick, some dripping from his asshole. Levi slammed into Eren’s prostate again, yelping in pleasure as he shot a thick, hot, sticky load of cum inside Eren. Their cum mixing as Levi slowly pulled out, the sound of sticky filling the ears.
Eren panted and collapsed on the couch, his legs numb and can barely feel his ass. Levi’s dick was coated with cum, as did Eren’s asshole. What a hot mess. Levi layer on top of Eren, panting as he kissed the back of his neck. Eren whispered,
“I g-guess you can say this Netflix and chill was … On fleek.“

“Shut up Eren.”
CULT CAMP MASTERPOST PT 3: DAVID DAVID DAVID DAVID DAAAAAVVIIIIIDDDDD

I’m sick and in pain. I cannot hold a conversation, work on my writing, or even watch TV. But you know what I can do?

Scream. Scream and scream and screeeeaaaaaam. We shall put the cicadas to shame on this fine June evening.

Again, as with the previous posts, there will be spoilers for season 2 ep 1. They’re under the cut. You know the drill. 

Join me as I shriek incoherently into the void, mmkay?

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Smoking Buddies

“We’re never gonna quit it.”

A yawn escaped from my lips. I was in my roof; on one hand there was a joint, on the other, a bottle of vodka. I couldn’t feel anything, it was all numb. I tried to feel the burn sensation that vodka used to cause me, but nothing. I tried everything that came into my mind, but not even the pot was helping. 

For a few more minutes I didn’t move. I kept sat down, watching the sky as I exhaled the smoke. I couldn’t see almost any of the stars; all I could see up there were the city lights. Somehow, I hated that. I had always loved laying down to see the stars, it made me feel so small but so big. They were small but I was even smaller so I could see a lot of them. I know, it just makes no sense.

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The Boy Next Door | Jasper Jordan X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Characters: Jasper/fem!reader, Monty.

Modern AU.

Word Count: 2740 words.

Having neighbors is a funny thing. Most peace you have in your home during the day is determined by whether you have good neighbors or not. If you asked (Y/N) if she liked her neighbors, she would say right away she adored them, but only because of the boy next door. Jasper.

The girl had lived in an apartment with her parents for three years. And since she got there, she had been enchanted with the boy with gloggles she always saw coming home from school (though the school wasn’t the same as hers).

They had already said some “hi” and smiled at each other over those years, but only that. And (Y/N) couldn’t help but develop a crush on him. But she preferred to admire him from afar, not having the courage to go and talk to him

The girl just knew what his name was because she had search for him on the apartment manager’s list earlier that year, and since then she couldn’t stop calling him “the boy next door” or “goggle boy”.

After that, too, she couldn’t help but smile when she heard the name “Jasper” being pronounced somewhere, she couldn’t help but write his name in her school notebook when she was bored, just wondering if she’d get home in time to see him coming from his school.

(Y/N) wasn’t at school right now, but at home, yet she had that notebook in her hand. The girl was sitting on her couch as she wrote several “Jasper” on a blank paper, drawing some hearts next to his name. (Y/N) honestly didn’t know why she did it, but it was just fun, just as it was fun to imagine that someday she would talk to him, and that maybe, if she was very lucky, he would fall in love with her. But she knew that day was far from coming, and writing his name brought some comfort to her.

A quick knock on the door startled her, causing her to jump slightly on the couch. Hardly anyone knocked on her door, just a few friends her parents had made in the apartment, but they should know that her parents weren’t home at that time. (Y/N) stood up, walking quickly to the door and opening it, the sight ahead of her making her heart skip a beat. Jasper was there in front of her, a smile on his lips, goggles on his head and a kitten apron. Weird, but she wouldn’t question that.

“How can I help you?” that was the first thing that had come out of her mouth, and the girl had cursed herself for sounding so formal.

“It’s just that my friend and I were doing some… Experiments…” the girl raised an eyebrow as he glanced at his door. “I don’t think it’s really safe for me to stay there. I was wondering if I could stay here for a few minutes until things were settled.”

Oh God, was he really asking to stay there? The girl moved away from the door, allowing the boy to enter. "What about your friend?” she looked down the hall and it was empty.

“He’s the one fixing the mess.” Jasper shrugged, then noticed the girl’s questioning look. “He’s the one who did it, so we agreed it would be fair that he cleaned up what he did.”

“Okay…” she said slowly, closing the door behind her.

Nervousness went through her, the reality that he was there in her house, sitting on her sofa finally hit her. That was probably the moment when she would start feeling awkward. That was the only thing she could think of, but then she felt herself sit next to him, her heart beating faster, but the words flowed normally through her mouth.

“So what kind of experiment were you guys doing?”

“Oh, you know…” his eyes widened slightly at her question. “School stuff.”

(Y/N) felt her eyes narrow, obviously not believing what the boy had said. She was about to ask about it again when Jasper’s eyes fell on the notebook next to him. The notebook with his name written several times in it. Damn it.

“I knew it.” he muttered, a cocky smile appearing on his lips as he lifted his gaze to (Y/N), which made her freeze for a moment. “Everyone wants a Jasper just for them.”

A Jasper. He hadn’t suspected it was him, good. (Y/N) laughed nervously, nodding, as she gently took the notebook from his side.

“Is he from your school?” he spoke again, seeming curious to know more.

“Not really.” she muttered back, not wanting to prolong that conversation. If he knew how to ask the right questions, he would soon know that he was the one.

Jasper stared at her for a few seconds, his smile fading briefly before it reappeared. His eyes wandered through the rest of the room, while an uncomfortable silence filled the place. The same silence that (Y/N) was afraid of when she thought about talking to the boy next door. But he didn’t seem to be willing to let that moment become a complete failure.

“Cool movies you got there.” he said suddenly, making the girl look at the pile of movies she had. "Want to watch one while I’m waiting for my friend?”

Her eyes were still going through the titles of the various Disney movies she had. Brother Bear. Finding Nemo. (Y/N)’s cheek started to heat up, the girl suddenly feeling childish. But Jasper had said they were cool movies -though he could be being sarcastic about it- and asked if she wanted to watch any of them.

“You got yourself a Disney fan here.” the boy next door said after realizing that her cheeks were turning red. “Not wanting to brag, but I rock at Under the Sea.”

(Y/N) looked at him in disbelief, seeing that there was a smirk on his lips. Under the Sea. She was very much a fan of The Little Mermaid, and hearing those words made a smirk appear on her own lips.

“I bet you don’t know how to sing it in other languages.” she said, trying to sound defiant.

Jasper scoffed, pretending to be offended by her words. “Put that DVD in and choose the language you want, I’ll know how to sing.”

And then the challenge had started, breaking any vestige that a silence had ever filled that room. The two began to watch it, the girl choosing to play it in Portuguese, one of the versions that she knew how to sing better. And, in fact, Jasper knew how to sing it too. He even knew, just like her, a few lines of the movie in that language.

The two were almost at Ursula’s wedding with Prince Eric when a loud noise, like a small explosion, could be heard coming from the house next door, startling them both.

“What the hell, Monty.” Jasper muttered, standing up from his seat quickly.

(Y/N) got up too, pausing the movie. She looked startled at the boy, who opened the door. He was staring at his house with wide eyes, and then he turned his gaze to her.

“Can you come with me?” he asked, for which the girl agreed quickly, going to his side.

They both walked slowly to the next door, glancing at each other once before Jasper opened the door, revealing a boy with a face full of soot. The unknown boy was staring in shock at the kitchen sink, which seemed to be covered by a strange-colored goo. He turned frightened to them.

“I forgot I couldn’t use detergent on that.” he said, addressing Jasper before turning to (Y/N). “Hi.”

The (Y/L/N) girl gave him a small wave before looking at the rest of the house. Several strange substances were everywhere. God, what were they planning to do?

“That’s not what I taught you, Monty.” Jasper said disapprovingly to him. "There’s more to clean now.” Monty sighed wearily, staring at the mess he had made. “Anyway” Jasper said after a few seconds. “We were watching The Little Mermaid” the other boy frowned. “So we’re going back to see the end of the movie.”

"Actually…” (Y/N) said, drawing their attention to her. “We could help him and then come back to see the movie.”

“Yeah, Jasper.” Monty spoke bitterly. “You could help me.”

“I don’t know if-” Jasper started, uncertainly.

“Well, you can help me…” a grin appeared on Monty’s face. “Or I can tell her your secret.”

Jasper, hearing those words, ran to get a wet cloth, already starting to rub it against the goo on the sink. “I’m cleaning already!” he grunted, rolling his eyes. Monty’s grin only widened before giving another cloth to (Y/N).

Even though they all seemed to have done their best, some substances seemed to persist in staying where they were. The house was smelling of a mix of cleaners and whatever the smell of that thing they did. But Jasper looked pleased and Monty was glad he didn’t have to do it all by himself.

“It’s the best it gets.” Jasper said, looking around. “With some luck, my parents won’t notice anything.” the boy looked at his sticky hands, grimacing. "Our hands are disgusting. I call the bathroom first!” he said excitedly, running to wash his hands.

(Y/N) smiled at the boy and then turned to Monty when she heard the faucet runninng in the bathroom. "Was it about me?” the Green boy looked at her, frowning. “Was his secret about me?”

Monty glanced at the hallway leading to the bathroom. “He wouldn’t do that by himself.” Monty murmured, moving closer to her so he could speak quietly without Jasper’s hearing. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Jasper has been talking about you for a long time.” now it was her turn to frown. "The boy has the biggest crush on you. Why do you think he went to hide in his house today? He even borrowed the apartment manager’s list to find out your name.”

(Y/N) felt her heart skip a beat. Monty coul be lying about it; but then why had Jasper given in when his friend had threatened to tell her that? The girl was about to say something, though she didn’t know exactly how to react to it, when Jasper returned to the living room.

“Your turn, (Y/N).” he gave her a smile.

“Why does she get to go first?” Monty asked, looking fakely offended, moving away from her.

Jasper chuckled at him. “Ladies first.” he looked happily at his hands, which were now clean.

And the Jordan boy was right about looking so happy. Once washed, (Y/N)’s hands even seemed softer than they were before, causing her to run her hand over her face repeatedly to feel the softness.

Even though she had insisted on inviting Monty to continue to watch The Little Mermaid with them, the boy had refused, saying that Finding Nemo was more of his thing. And so, Jasper and (Y/N) returned to her apartment.

During the end of The Little Mermaid, (Y/N) thought about what Monty had told her, which made her a little nervous about having Jasper by her side. Was he feeling nervous about being next to her too?

After the film was over, a few seconds passed in silence, which made her nervous just increase. Monty had said that Jasper would never do that on his own. Did Jasper want to tell her that he had a crush on her? Did he want to know her better as much as she wanted to know him?

(Y/N) cleared her throat, drawing his attention to her. "Do you know that boy I like that you asked me about?” she started. He stared at her for a moment before nodding. “I don’t know him very well, but he seems amazing. And he has those goggles that he always wears-”

“I have goggles too.” Jasper said, adjusting the goggles he wore on his head. Okay, she needed to be a little more clear for him to find out she was talking about him.

“And he seems to like the same movies I like, which is super cool. And, oh yeah, he’s kind of cute.” she continued, looking at him, seeing if he had realized what she was doing. "He may not go to my school, but he lives in the same building as me and-”

“Wait.” he cut her off, looking confused. “I thought I was the only Jasper in here.”

(Y/N) stopped, watching intently how he would react to her next words. “You are.”

Jasper looked confused at her, trying to understand what that meant. (Y/N) could almost see the boy’s mind struggling to process what she had said. A few seconds passed before he widened his eyes, finally understanding what she meant. And then a voice outside the apartment shouted at him.

“Just kiss her!” the voice was from Monty, who seemed to have heard everything so far.

(Y/N)’s face remained normal, although she felt a little embarrassed. But Jasper’s face, oh boy, was getting redder by the second. Hearing Monty’s words seemed to have made that worse. Even so, he listened to what his friend had said -though not as expected-, leaning toward her and kissing her cheek.

Jasper stood up quickly, going to the door, wanting to get out of there. But he hadn’t been able to get out of there, since Monty was standing outside with a water hose in his hand. (Y/N) didn’t even know there was a hose in the building.

“Do it right!” Monty demanded, lifting the hose to Jasper’s face

"Monty…” he murmured in embarrassment, looking nervously at the girl and then at his friend. “I don’t even know if she wants me to do this and-”

The Green boy turned on the hose, throwing water on Jasper’s face. “Go!”

That was enough to make Jasper come back to sit next to her. (Y/N) glanced at the door, watching Monty nod to himself before smiling at her and closing the door.

The two on the couch were silent for a few seconds. The girl glanced at Jasper as he tried to make the heat on his cheeks disappear. He didn’t look like he was going to do something in any moment soon. It was up to her.

(Y/N) took a deep breath before turning to him, causing him to turn his head toward her. She gave him a brief smile as she placed her hand on one of his terribly warm cheeks. Jasper was out of breath, his eyes widening with the realization of what would happen next.

And with that, the girl connected her lips with his, moving them lightly, trying to give him a sweet kiss. Jasper, on the other hand, didn’t seem to know what to do, pressing his lips awkwardly against hers, clearly tense.

“Is everything okay?” she asked as she pulled away from him. He was so frozen in his place that she thought maybe he didn’t want to do that. “I thought, from what Monty had said, that you wanted-”

“Uh? No, no, no! I really want to!” he hurried to say, laughing nervously. “It’s just that I don’t have much experience in this.”

"Oh.” she smiled to herself, feeling more relieved.

“But you could help me with that, of course.” he suggested, his goofy self seeming to come back to him while he smirked at her.

"I’d be glad to help you with that.” she smirked back, pressing her lips against his again.

Needless to say, they spent several minutes improving Jasper’s ability on that matter (and boy, he improved a lot), and would have improved even more if a familiar car hadn’t entered the parking lot.

“Shit, it’s my father.” (Y/N) murmured, staring out the window. She stood up, pulling Jasper along with her quickly to the door.

“Can we see each other later?” he asked hopefully when he was already in the hallway. “Do you want to go somewhere? I don’t know, to talk?”

(Y/N) grinned at him, nodding. “I’ll see you later, Jasper.”

The boy gave a goofy smile to the girl, who closed the door seconds later. He felt happiness pass through his body as he entered his own place, leaning his back against the door, seeing Monty there giving him thumbs up, looking proud.

Goggle boy had finally gotten the girl next door.


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phan prompt: phil slips his number in dan's locker and dan (who is the popular guy in school) texts him and they start talking and then dan asks phil if he wants to meet and phil is nervous because he's the shy kid who everyone hates and picks on. when they meet dan is shocked and doesn't talk to phil afterwards until he sees phil being picked on and sticks up for him they fell in love blah blah blah and its happy ending please and thank you xxx

Title: Unknown Number

Summary: Phil is the nerdy guy in school who nobody likes, Dan is the popular guy in school who is known as the ‘bad boy’. Dan finds a number in his locker and decides to find out who it is and is rather shocked at the outcome.

Pairing: Phan

Word Count: 4,252

Genre: AU, Fluff

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The Coffin in the Hills.

(warning: very long story)

I moved to a new house a few weeks ago. It was a simple two story house in the hills of West Virginia down a fairly residential road nestled between a cluster of looming trees. It had been on the market for a long time apparently, so I purchased it at an almost criminal price. I couldn’t figure out, why, the foundation solid and the interior in amazing condition.

It was at the end of the street, my neighboring residents scattered before me like an audience in a throne room. It was just outside of a small town, a quaint, fairly poor stretch of the state.

I was pleased with the move. I was away from the noise of DC and more importantly, away from the bad memories I left behind. A broken marriage, the loss of a beautiful apartment, and an inevitable divorce. Thanks God I didn’t have any kids.

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Maid - Joker x Reader imagine

hi! so here it is. the storyline is basically that the reader is like a maid at the Joker’s house, mainly she cooks for him. she’s really insecure about her cooking skills, pretty much an awkward girl in general. what she doesn’t know is that Joker’s got an eye on her ever since she started working for him (which is only 2 weeks). it’s short and idk how i feel about it, but i like the story. maybe not the way i wrote, idk man. sorry there’s no gif :(((((

Characters: Jared Leto!Joker, Reader

Warnings: awkward!reader (if that’s a warning), kissing, implied smut 



Don’t drop the plates, don’t drop the plates, don’t drop the plates.

I repeat the same four words in my head as I carry the plates full of food into the huge dining hall. Oh, God, there he is. Sitting right at the end of the long, empty table. Guards in each corner of the room, protecting him. The Crime Prince of the city. His crimson red lips erupt in a grin once he sees me walking towards him. I smile back shyly. Although I have grown quite used to his psychotic behavior in these few weeks, Mr. J is still terrifying me in many ways. His icy blue orbs are always so unreadable and seductive, his laugh so menacing and the tone of his voice so intimidating. God, was I afraid but charmed. 

“My dear Y/N, what have you made this time?” He says as I am now very close to him.

“Something special, Mr. J.” I say as I put the food on the table in front of the man with shaking hands. God, this dish was really something special. I had put all my will and energy to make it edible. I really hope it doesn’t taste like  horse shit or I am probably gonna be fired. Or killed. I was putting so much effort into everything and anything I did in this place.

“And all for me?” Mr. J asks, looking up at me from his seat. I smile.

“Yes, Mr. J.” I say, my voice a bit shaky. His pale hand raises up to my face and he caresses my cheek with the back of it. I try to breath as steadily as I can as he is looking me right in the eyes.

“Sit down, sweet cheeks.” Mr. J says. What? He’s asking me to sit down? Don’t get me wrong, he is quite a nice person, but for my working time here this is the first nice gesture coming directly from him.

“O-okay, sir.” I say, taking a seat not far from him at the table. I put my hands in my lap as he takes the fork and knife in hand. I can’t help but steal quick glances of him eating the food to see what he thinks. Mr. J’s face remains the same and he doesn’t say a thing. That could mean either it’s horrible or wonderful. Oh my. “Is it bad, Mr. J?” I ask, nervousness audible in my voice. God, I probably messed up the sauce. He stops eating and looks at me with a totally unreadable expression. Shit, it’s bad. “It’s bad, oh God, I’m sorry, Mr. J, I-”

“Sweets.” He says, putting down the fork and knife. “Boys, dismiss us.” OH. SHIT. I’M IN TROUBLE. He rises from his seat once all the guards are out the door and stands in front of me. “Stand up, doll.” Mr. J speaks and I obey him, rising from my seat. We are standing so close to each other.

“Mr. J, I apologize if the food is horrible, although I really-” I started to rumble again, an annoying habit of mine, but Mr. J stops me when he pushes his body harsh against mine.

“Shh, sweets, you talk too much.” He says, putting his hand over my mouth and I think by now the fear in my eyes is pretty evident to anyone who looked. “Are you…” Mr. J starts, pushing me onto the table, so now he’s standing between my legs. His face is so close to mine that I can feel his breath on my nose. Mr. J’s eyes are looking right into mine as he says, “… Afraid of me, doll?” Well I can’t just tell him, then he’ll think I’m weak. I stay silent and he grabs me by my hips so roughly I’m afraid it will leave bruises. “Please obey Daddy, doll.” Oh my God, what? That’s a bit disturbing, but.. also sounds really hot when he says it. I’m so weird.

“I’m not, Mr. J.” I speak.

“Oh really?” Joker says, his lips right by my ear, sending shivers all over my body. “Then why are you shivering like a tree leaf, my dear?” His metal teeth bite onto my ear and I can’t help the moan that comes out of my mouth. I instantly cover my mouth with my hand and the Joker chuckles. Chuckles. “Don’t be ashamed, sweets. I want to hear you.”

“Mr. J, w-why are you doing this?” I finally get the courage to ask him. Joker laughs, but not maniacally, and faces me.

“Well, my darling… You see, this doesn’t happen often, but I’ve taken liking in you.” Mr. J says with raised eyebrows. Oh. “And I love to see you in this uniform.” 

I can’t say anything. It is just… Wow. This attractive and intimidating man, the king of crime, takes a liking in me? Me? What could be so special about me? 

All the while I am basically questioning my life, I am staring into the Joker’s eyes. And he is staring back at me.

“Don’t just look at me, sweets. Say something, do something.” Joker urges.

“Mr. J, I-”

“Oh, God, I love it when you call me that.” Joker whispers huskily and leans down to connect our lips. Yes. He’s kissing me. He, Mr. J. 

Takes me by surprise and I writhe around in his grip, but he’s too strong. The kiss is rough, but meaningful. God, this is so wrong. He’s my boss. There shouldn’t be such feelings between us. But I love it.

“Now, doll.” He speaks, disconnecting our lips and leaving me longing for his. “Let’s take things to a more serious level, shall we?”

Ohhhhh my Goddddddd.

You guys don’t even gfucking kno how fckin long it took me to get this to post with all the italics and the bolded words and I just Jesus Christ it was way simpler than I though t and I’ve been over shooting this whole time and I am just…… overwhelmed. 

This is the fic I was telling you guys about earlier, the one where Dean and Cas are in high school and they sext for the first time. It didn’t come out exactly how I wanted but hey, at least it got written.

There’s an illusion (lmao is that the right word) to bottom!Dean and top!Cas which is just totally crazy since I usually write Cas as the bottom but you know what they say about switching stuff up!!!!!! (I have no idea what they say.)

There’s some humor and fluff and it’s not crazy sexual so don’t be intimidated. It’s about 2.9k words (I had no idea it would end up that long???) and please appreciate it since I took twenty years of my life away to make sure everything was bolded and italicized. Dean’s texts are in bold, Cas’ are italics. I only went over it like once so there are definitely mistakes. Don’t sue me.

@dirtymish, @envydean, @fvckingcastiel, @snowangelcas, @jazz-winchester and undoubtedly someone else who I am forgetting (if I am I am so sorry) ya’ll all wanted to be tagged so here you are!!!

Side Note: It’s literally fucking four A.M. so if I sound drunk or if this fic is just all over the place then that is why I promise.


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It had been about a week since Cas had seen Dean and he was totally and utterly done with the fact of it.

Cas’ family had rented a cabin somewhere completely obsolete in hopes of some time together for the winter season, that space between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Cas, being a normal teenage boy, had been quite begrudging about the trip, especially since his boyfriend, Dean, would be miles away from him for the duration of the trip.

They had kissed goodbye and Cas had promised Dean it wasn’t the end of the world, even though Cas wasn’t so sure about that. They had both promised to keep in touch, and for the most part they have been, Dean texting Cas or Cas texting Dean sometimes during the day, sometimes at night to say goodnight. So, it’s no surprise when Cas has just finished dinner and is heading off to his room to try and relax alone when his phone buzzes in his pocket. It’s a miracle that he even gets reception, but he’s definitely not going to question it.

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Is t ok for me to ask when she says those those things? I'm not saying it ain't true I've just listen to very little of her music (the weird "big/cry baby X daddy" vibe makes me uncomfortable)

ofcccc yes!!!!

(tw for ableism, slurs, appropriation of mental illness, mention of rape/sexual assault/csa/pedophilia, misogyny, slut shaming, mention of food, death/murder, abuse, mention of suicide under cut)

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You try and leave him

Hey there, I just got things idea like 10 min ago, so let’s see what’ll happen.

Written in first person point of view.

A/N: It’s very long wehey.


As I walk from my car to the restaurant, I’m swarmed by paparazzi. Being with Harry for six years makes it seem normal, but still just as unsettling as the first time it happened. I put my sunglasses on my nose, and keep my head down, as one of them yell:

“Hey Y/N, are you pregnant?” another one continues: “Does Harry know about the baby?” I press my lips against each other, to stop myself from yelling: “I’m not fucking pregnant, mind your own fucking business.”

“What does Harry say about you cheating on him? And with you being an alcoholic?” another one yells in your ear. You couldn’t keep up with the rumours, but apparently you’re both a cheater and an alcoholic if you’re a married woman and seen leaving a club with a male friend. Harry knows and trusts you and Zach, and there’s nothing wrong with enjoying a few drinks on a Saturday night.

“Harry used to date hot girls, what made him change his mind?” one yells while shoving his camera in front of me. I tighten my fist, and bite my lip.

I finally reach the door to the restaurant, and hurry inside. Harry’s sitting with his phone at our usual table in the back corner. I feel my stomach clench, as I make my way to the table, seeing his long curls, and soft lips curl into a delicate smile, a smile that I could easily break. 

I know him all too well, I know all his flaws, mistakes, insecurities and soft spots. If I wanted to, I could break his heart before it finished with it’s next beat.

I know it by heart, but the thought of meeting his eyes with mine, make my hands grab for the menu when I sit down across from him.

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