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I’ve Never Been In Love Before (Owen Grady x Reader)

Originally posted by jurassicparkfilms

As requested by anon: could you please do one where reader is out in the park when I-Rex gets loose and is in the jungle with Zach and Gray & Owen’s going crazy & when he and Claire find them reader gets SUPER badly injured & Owen freaks the frick out because I need some protective/worried/loving angsty Owen in my life!

Owen vowed never to fall in love. He’d been hurt too many times in the past. Not by partners, though, but rather by the loss of friends during his Navy days and his family that had shunned him for joining in the first place. He was ashamed, in a way. After all, he was supposed to be tough and strong, and yet, under that sarcastic, laid back exterior that he’d built up, he was lonely, scared, and empty. And even worse, he’d been brought down to the point that he was afraid of something he’d never even experienced before: a meaningful, romantic relationship. His raptors offered him some comfort. A distraction. A small presence to ever so slightly fill that gaping hole within him, but he refused to allow himself to love creatures that would happily tear him to shreds if given the opportunity. No. Love was not an option for him in any capacity of the word.

And then you came along.

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A Sadist’s Paradise - Pt. 3

Genre; hella smut

Length; 2,300+ words

Kink(s); Daddy kink, exhibitionism, sexual torture, sexual sadism, degradation, etc

Originally posted by shittyoongi

As your boyfriend slowly slid off you, he made his way over to his sadistic little toy box. 
“So my sweet little dongsaengs..” He purred to the younger men, only glancing back at them for a second- that dark, intimidating demeanour returning in an instant. “Do you like rope?” He asks, chuckling after as he rummages through the small chest for a moment- pulling out two separate wrapped up bundles of baby blue rope.  

Both men bite their lower lips anxiously as their Hyung walks over to them. “Don’t be nervous my sweet puppies…” Yoongi purrs as he swiftly ends up behind them.
“I promise we’ll all have lots of fun.” Gently runs the backs of his hands along their spines, “Now, put your hands behind your back for me." 

"Yes- Yes, Sir.” Jimin sweetly replies as his still semi-shy Hyung stays silent though they both comply with ease. 

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paperweight | pcy

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

park chanyeol. reader-insert. 5,2k words. fluff/angst. au

—it couldn’t hold onto those letters forever. Neither could he hold onto her.

this one is for Liv @xiuminsm

Dear Chanyeol, 

I’m not quite sure whether to classify you as dumb or cute. Seriously, Park Chanyeol? You sent a ring along with a letter with the words “will you marry me?”and a doodle of yourself kneeling, I can’t believe you!

Oh, and PS: Yes, I will.

Love, ____.


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THE KITE STRING TANGLE ch. 2

A/N: I know this took forever, y’all, but thanks for sticking it out! I wanted the smut in this chapter to be like, nearly perfect, so I hope that’s what I’ve done for y'all. Enjoy! (read chapter 1 HERE). 

You think you might be dissociating. It’s just, suddenly, none of this seems real, because how could it be? Did you really crash some party at famous musician’s fancy downtown condo, just to spend the whole night talking to said musician and end up pinned beneath him on his fluffy king sized bed? No, that doesn’t seem realistic to you at all.

But it feels real. His lips are there, on your neck, needy and insistent as he sucks and licks at your skin in a way that pulls breathy mewls from your throat, and it feels so fucking real. If it’s a dream, it’s the best, most vivid sex dream you’ve ever had and you pray your alarm never goes off.

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I Wanted It to be Real

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5

I’ve been through a breakup once before, with Agatha. It was right at the beginning of the school year, when she said she thought we loved each other as friends, not as something else. I didn’t have to think about the way I should react at the time, how upset I should be, what I should say, because I’d already known for years that we were going to be endgame.

It turned out I was wrong.

I don’t have to think about it now, even though I should. I haven’t done this before, breaking up with someone over a fight, going back to hating someone I should have hated all along. It’s not hard, acting like I’m mad at Baz. It’s not the first time.

Penny is unusually quiet when I tell her about the fake breakup. Agatha rushes to console me, offering hugs and extra dessert and a shoulder to cry on if I want it. I have to keep reminding her that we were never really dating, and the breakup was staged, so of course I don’t need any of those things.

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playing with fire (7) | taehyung

Originally posted by chimchams

genre: fluff, fuckboy taehyung, smut                                                          

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: you knew what you were in for, but it was too late to get out. besides, it’s not like you wanted to anyways.

last chapter: here 

flashback : italics 



   I like you, Y/N. It kept playing in your head over and over again. Yes, you knew that already, but you can’t let it sink in. You can’t go through a relationship again. You can’t go through giving someone your everything just to have them not give anything back in the end. But, maybe this was your wake up call. He moved on, now it was your turn.


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Originally posted by nnochu

genre: smut

word count: 2.7k

warning: voyeurism, choking kink, degrading names, jk’s pov

“Close your eyes for me,” She takes a step closer to me and I feel her cold, small hands touch my skin. I look up to her as I place my hands on her hips, knowing already it will bother her, but I can’t help myself.

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Goldilocks || 04

Rated M (language and smut)

Warnings: dry humping, breast play

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Word Count: 3.9k

Out of context Goldilocks quote:
“If you guys are done making butt jokes I’d really like to watch this movie.”

Link to: Goldilocks Masterlist || Previous Part || Next Part

not my gif, credit to owner

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A/N: OH LOOK THE RATING CHANGED. Yeah so imma just leave this here and run. No EOPQ, but feedback is appreciated and depending on the reaction, I might be a hoe and drop 05 tomorrow. If you’re someone who doesn’t like smut, asterisk* is where it starts, skip until the *asterisk where it ends. You won’t be missing plot stuff. I made sure of that. NOW I’M GONNA RUN BYE~~

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Taehyung has always loved boobs.

It has become apparent over the past few years of your close friendship that it isn’t even a sexual thing sometimes. He simply loves boobs. Perky, droopy, big, small, even man-boobs. He’s explained several times that “they’re just like, really comfy, okay?”

The sad thing is, you can completely believe him, and this is one of the main reasons why you choose to cross your arms when he begins pleading, unabashed as Jungkook and Jimin look on.

“Baby, just come cuddle with me,” Taehyung laughs, gesturing in a pitiful attempt to persuade you to join him, speaking loudly to be heard above both the pouring rain outside and the dialogue of the movie.

“Go take care of your boner first,” you retort.

Taehyung’s lips slip into an easy, suggestive smile, “Wanna help me with that? Or should I say… give me a hand?”

You stifle a laugh, “The only hand I’ll be giving you is my entire fist up your ass.”

“Damn baby, that’s a bit much. Can’t we just start with a finger?”

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Tempting

Originally posted by yoonohthings

Pairing: Reader x Jaehyun

Genre: SMUT

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: *REQUESTED* You don’t want to go to the company holiday party but you decide to go after alittle convincing from Jaehyun.

Jaehyun was the guy that everyone in the office wanted. Your coworkers would gush every single time he walked into the room. And he’d smile and wink. There was only one other man in your department. The only difference was that Matthew was already dating someone and he didn’t pay any of the single women in the room any mind.

But you weren’t interested in Jaehyun. Sure, he was attractive as hell, but you didn’t want someone that everyone else was all over. It was a turn off and you didn’t want anything to do with it.

After lunch, your friend Val said, “Are you coming to the company holiday party tonight?”

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The Styles Effect Pt. 2

Part One

Requests Open

Warnings: Cursing, a little smut (teacher Harry), feelings, multiple parts (slowish burn)

Pairing: Reader x Harry(s)

Summary:

Y/n finds a notification on her phone asking to make a wish.

Little did she think that her wishing all her Harry fanfictions to come to life would actually come true, and the craziness it would bring.

*Y/N = your name *Y/L/N = your last name *Y/F/N = your friend’s name *Y/O/F/N= your other friend’s name

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Hey, Jealousy

Originally posted by leafbabies

Hey, Jealousy- Auston Matthews 

Description: Moving to Toronto to work for the Maple Leafs was terrifying- until you landed Auston Matthews as a boyfriend. Your first fight with Auston is about jealousy- he’s jealous of your male best friend. You decide to elicit some jealousy yourself, by wearing William Nylander’s jersey and flirting relentlessly

Warnings: SMUTTTT, swearing, fighting

Word Count: 2,531

Author’s Note: Y’ALL it’s my first but certainly not last Auston Matthews smut! I had so much fun writing this. I don’t have any more specific players in mind for my next story, so PLEASE send me requests! I hope you guys love it, leave me feedback if you’d like! 


6 months ago:

 

This was it; you were giving up your normal life in a small town to make it big in Toronto. You had dropped everything to work in the front office for the Toronto Maple Leafs, a job you were dreaming of since you were a kid. You always watched hockey with your parents and brothers growing up and the Maple Leafs were your #1. Upon joining the team, you got to meet everyone, including all of the players. You were the youngest staff member in team history (which was super intimidating on its own) and you were all alone in the big city.

When you met all the players, everyone was impossibly nice and supportive. A few of them even said it was “badass” that such a young person was part of the staff. A handful of players stuck around and offered to show you around the city, since it was still offseason. Mostly the younger ones. But it was Auston Matthews who immediately caught your eye. He was hot as fuck, not in an obvious way, and his body was bangin. You could’ve sworn you saw him staring at you a few times, and then looking away whenever you caught him. All the guys were flirting with you that night but he was so sweet with you, pointing out all of his favorite landmarks and telling you stories of the team and memories him and his family have made here since he got drafted. You two just naturally clicked in a way that you had never felt before.

At the end of the night, the team had said their goodbyes, but Auston stayed behind to walk you to your door and say good night. He also asked you to go on a date with him and see where it went. You weren’t supposed to get involved with anyone you worked with, but you thought ‘fuck it’ and said yes.

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Where You Belong Part 3

Dan had always wanted to be in a D/s relationship, but he doesn’t know how to sub properly. That was until he met Phil.

This weekend is gonna be a busy one for me and I won’t have much time to be on tumblr so here’s part 3 a lil early yay~

2594 words of Dom!Phil, sub!dan, fucking machines, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise kink, a teeny bit of voyuerism and exhibition kink, smut, aftercare fluff

~Part 2~

~Part 4~

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study session L.H

Originally posted by http-erikaxo

warning: smut smut smut smut smut

word count: 2300+

summary: luke comes over to study but studying isn’t what gets done

requested?: no. I’M SORRY FOR THE WAIT ON SMUT I’M A HORRIBLE HUMAN I HOPE YOU CAN FORGIVE ME ❤❤❤

- Find my Masterlist here -

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“no luke” I said sternly making an adorable pout show on Luke’s lips.

“pleeeeaaaaase, I’ll be a good boy” he begged, pressing his chest against my side. I chuckled, Luke, a good boy? Never.

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The Labyrinth Chapter 15

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU
Pairing: Reader/Jimin
Length: 5.6k
Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12 || Jin Trailer || Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

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Words are like toothpaste

Inspired by @lordzuuko’s wonderful Voltron Family AU. The kids are in middle school. The toothpaste thing is not my invention – I’ve seen it posted around a couple different places, and I just love the concept.

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“What did you say?” Lance asked the boy sitting across the table from him, his shoulders tensing.

His group partner shrugged, gluing another piece onto the diorama they were making in class. “I mean, it’s like with my step-dad, right? It’s not like either of them is your real dad, so why do they get to tell you what to do?”

Lance jumped up from his seat, the legs of the chair screaming as they dragged along the tile floor of the classroom. Before he could do anything with his tightly-clenched fists, though, he felt a steady hand on his shoulder. “Just ignore him, Lance,” came Hunk’s calm voice. “He doesn’t know anything about our family.”

The younger boy didn’t move for a moment, his slender frame shaking with the need to do something. But then, just as quickly as it had come, his temper left him in a long, slow breath that had him sagging in his chair like a deflated hot-air balloon. Sparing a final glare at his partner, he put the whole conversation out of his mind and went back to his work. And that was the end of it…

… until the next time he and Daddy Keith got into an argument. It wasn’t even anything that important; it just sort of escalated from heated discussion to, “What would you know? You’re not even my real dad!” before he had a chance to filter the words through his brain first, and then everything just… sort of… stopped. The expression on Keith’s face was not unlike the expression of the fish Lance had caught the last time they went camping: wide-eyed and slack-jawed, and struggling for breath or words or anything, really. “I…” Lance started again once he found his voice, and the sound seemed to break Keith out of his stupor.

“Go to your room,” he said, and his voice was so, so quiet. “Do your homework, and don’t come out until we call you for dinner.”

“Please, Daddy Keith, I….” In that moment, Lance’s one wish was that he could have unseen the way Keith flinched at the familiar name.

“Lance. Go. To. Your. Room,” he said, his tone clipped and eyes closed to hold back the tide of his emotion. “Now.” Once the boy had gone, Keith allowed himself to lean against the wall and slide to the floor, the strength having left his legs. He was still sitting like that, knees drawn up to his chest, his face buried in his arms, when Pidge came back from her computer club some time later.

“Daddy Keith?” she asked, coming to a stop a short distance away in the hall. “Are… are you okay?”

He looked up with a start, hastily scrubbing at the moisture around his eyes. “Yeah, sweetie, yeah.” He paused to clear his throat. “Just… a little tired. It’s been a long day.” He stood and offered her an approximation of a smile. “Wanna help me get dinner going? Daddy Shiro has a long shift today, so I’m sure he’ll be happy to come home to find everything all ready to eat.”

Pidge wrinkled her nose slightly at the suggestion. “I’m no good at cooking, just ask my home ec. teacher. What about Hunk? Or Lance?”

“You and Hunk could both help, if you wanted. We could have some family time. Lance is on timeout in his room at least until Daddy Shiro gets home, though, so we’ll have to do without him.”

“Uh oh. What did that idiot to this time?”

Keith shook his head. “Pidge, honey, that’s not a good word to call other people, especially your own brother,” he chided gently. “And we don’t gossip in this house, do we?”

“No, we don’t. Sorry, Daddy Keith.”

He felt a genuine smile on his lips as he reached out to ruffle her hair. “I’ll let it go this time, but just try to keep it in mind for the future, okay, peanut?”

“I will.”

“That’s my girl. Now, how about a hug before we track down your brother?” If he held her a little tighter and a little longer than normal, she didn’t complain.

By the time Shiro got home, the table was set and the food was prepared, and Keith, Pidge, and Hunk were only wearing a few of the ingredients on their faces or clothes. “Thanks for making dinner, love,” he said, swiping a bit of sauce from Keith’s cheek with his thumb. “It smells delicious.” He looked around a bit. “But… where’s Lance?”

Sighing, Keith looked away down the hall. “In his room. If we’re ready to eat, please let him know he can come out for dinner.”

The meal was pleasant enough, though Lance and Keith were both uncharacteristically quiet. Hunk and Pidge left the two of them to their own devices and instead discussed their days with Shiro, who decided he would worry about the others later. When everyone was finished and the table was cleared, Lance stood quietly, running his hand nervously over the hair at the back of his head. “Well, I’ll just… uh… I’ll get going back… to my room, then.” Without waiting for anyone to reply, he scurried off and vanished behind his closed door again. Shiro followed him with his eyes and then turned a questioning gaze on Keith, who heaved an exasperated sigh.

“I can tell it’s been eating at you all evening,” he said, waving Shiro toward Lance’s room with a flick of his wrist. “Go on, go talk to him. I don’t particularly want to repeat what he said.”

Nodding, Shiro walked down the hall and knocked on Lance’s door. “Hey, buddy. Can I come in? I wanted to talk about whatever’s been bothering you and Daddy Keith tonight.” He waited a moment for a response, and then began slowly opening the door only to wind up with an armful of tearful brunet a moment later. “Hey now, easy. Deep breaths. Let’s go sit on your bed, can we? Let’s talk it out. It’ll be okay.”

Snuffling pitifully, Lance stepped out of the hug and hurled himself onto his bed. “No, it won’t. I ruined everything,” he wailed.

Shiro sat carefully on the edge of the mattress and ran his hand soothingly over Lance’s back. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’m sure you didn’t ruin anything. Just tell me what happened.”

“I… I got in a-a fight with Daddy Keith,” he started, his words punctuated with occasional hiccups as he struggled to master his breathing again. “And I s-said something really… really mean, and now he’s never going to talk to me again, and it’s all my fault, and I don’t even know why I said it, I just…”

“Okay, okay,” Shiro cut in. “Slow down there, bud. What did you say?”

“I said… I said that he wasn’t my r-real… my real dad.” At Shiro’s sharp intake of breath, he buried his face in his blankets again. “I didn’t mean it,” he added quietly, though the down comforter muffled the words almost beyond recognition.

“I…” Shiro began, only to pause, searching for the right words. “I think I see now why you two were acting the way you were. I’ve got an idea. I’ll be right back, buddy, okay? We’ll figure this out.” Shiro ducked out of Lance’s room and returned a moment later with an unopened tube of toothpaste and a heavy-duty paper plate. “Okay, sit up.” He handed both the toothpaste and the plate to Lance. “So, you’re feeling pretty upset right now, right?” Lance nodded. “Okay. I think what might help you feel better is to open that toothpaste and see just how fast you can squeeze it out onto that plate. Does that sound fun?” Lance nodded again, attempting a smile. “Okay, then. Let’s do it. All of the toothpaste onto that plate, just as fast as you can.”

Sticking his tongue out slightly in concentration, Lance began squeezing the toothpaste onto the plate. Then, at Shiro’s prompting, he applied more pressure to the tube to increase his speed. At one point, his grip slipped, and a glob of toothpaste striped the bridge of Shiro’s nose, causing them both to break into genuine laughter for the first time all evening. Once the job was finished, Shiro turned back to Lance. “All right. Are you feeling a bit better now?” When Lance nodded again, he continued, “Okay, good. So what we’re going to do now is to see how quickly you can get all this toothpaste back into the tube.”

Wide-eyed, Lance looked quickly between the uneven loops of spilled toothpaste on the plate and the crumpled, empty tube, his face falling. “But… but, Daddy Shiro, I don’t think I can….”

“No?” Shiro followed his gaze. “You know, you may be right.” With one finger, he swiped the toothpaste off his nose and added it to the plate. “You know, this toothpaste is a lot like your words. It may make you feel better in the short term to say a lot of things without thinking, but once those words are out….” He gestured to the plate. “You can’t take them back.” Next, he pointed at his nose, where a thin residue of toothpaste still remained. “Sometimes, you’ll even miss your intended target. And if you’ve ever bitten your cheek and forgotten about it until you started brushing your teeth, you know that sometimes words can find the little things that bother a person and really make them hurt. That’s what happened with Daddy Keith today.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “The truth is, Lance, we know that we’re not your birth parents; there’s not a day that goes by that we don’t think about it, that we don’t worry about whether we’re doing the right thing, or if maybe you three would’ve been happier with some other family. But we do our best, and… and I think we do all right, most days. So, Daddy Keith has been biting his cheek, and today you just got some toothpaste in it. But I bet it would help him feel better if you apologized. Okay?”

Leaving the empty tube and the plate of toothpaste on Lance’s desk for the moment, the two of them exited the room and set out to find Keith. When they found him reclining on the couch with a book, Shiro gave Lance a gentle nudge forward and cleared his throat. “Lance has something he would like to say,” he said once Keith looked up. Keith’s only response was to arch an eyebrow and lay the open book across his lap. “Go on,” Shiro prompted quietly.

Trying to formulate the best apology, Lance shuffled slightly from foot to foot. “Um… Daddy Keith, I… I’m….” Any plans he had managed to form went out the window when he finally managed to speak. “I’m sorry I hit you in the face with a plate of toothpaste.”

“… What?” Keith glanced between Lance, who was growing increasingly flustered, and Shiro, who was failing at stifling his laughter, and rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You didn’t hit me with toothpaste, Lance, you….”

“I know!” Lance interrupted, frustration evident in his own voice. “I know what I did, what I said, and… and, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, even when I said it. I just… I wasn’t thinking, and the words just came out. I almost got in a fight with someone at school the other day when he said that to me about you, so I don’t… I don’t know why I even… You both are our real dads, no matter what anyone says, and I just… I’m so, so sorry….”

There were no longer any dry eyes in the room as Keith jumped up from the couch, his book forgotten. He pulled Lance into a tight hug. “Oh, sweetheart. It’s okay. I forgive you. Everyone says something they don’t mean every once in a while. It’s what you do afterward that counts.” Standing up straight after releasing the embrace, he looked at Shiro, tilting his head to one side quizzically. “Do I want to know why there’s toothpaste in your hair?”

From Friendship to more

As the title says it, this is once again a imagine about friends becoming more than that. I have such a weakness for that. Also, this is a concept I have had saved for ages and is dear to me. I’m so happy I got the time to rewrite this one shot. Hope you guys love it as much as I do.

Plot: Harry and Y/N are close friends and have a rather serious conversation at a mutual friend’s party.

Warnings: None aside from some swear words, the mention of alcohol and lots of feels.

Gif is not mine, yet undoubtedly beautiful.

The guy that made my heartbeat’s pace speed up, was a tall and gorgeous musician whom I had only gotten to meet by buying coffee in the same shop as him.
Harry was the second friend I had found after moving to London to live on my own. One day after work, I had gone out to a small cafe where I ran into him. We hit it off right from the moment we met and he’d invited me to join one of his friend’s parties and had stayed with me the whole time to make me feel comfortable. Despite the fact that he was a famous superstar and anything I did seemed almost ridiculously plain and boring compared to him, once I began talking he always made me feel like I was the most important person in the room. That was the main reason for me to have fallen for him as easily as I had. Now, three months after our first encounter, my knees went weak from a simple smile.

My life in London had finally found its routine and as it was Saturday, I had plans to meet with mine and Harry’s mutual friend Hanna so that we could go to a party together. She was similar to the rest of Harry’s friends that usually attended the same parties as he did and  loved drinking way past her limit. I liked to keep it to a sip, which she found boring.

The minute we arrived at the party she had already disappeared and abandoned me to greet some of the people I didn’t know.

So here I was. In the middle of a party and surrounded by drinking people I didn’t know. I couldn’t have been more out of my comfort zone, until suddenly, an all too familiar curly haired guy came into view. When he spotted me a smile formed on his face and he quickly made his way over to me.

“Y/N, love! I was hoping you’d come tonight.”

I blushed and tried to suppress the giggle fighting to break free at his unintended innuendo and instead happily allowed him to hug me.

“Hi Harry”, I greeted him, hoping the dim light would hide my red cheek’s once we pulled apart.

“How are you doing? God, you look stunning! I’ve never seen you in a dress before.”

His eyes traveled up and down my body, his green orbs sparkling and I knew that there was no way the dim light could possibly hide my red face.

“I’m fine and thank you. You look handsome yourself.”

Harry pretended to pull at an imaginary tie around his neck before breaking into a laugh.

“Are you alright, as well?” I continued, eager to keep his attention on me for as long as I could before someone else would come and whisk him away again.

“I’m good, thank you,” he replied with a warm smile before looking down to my hand, “Don’t you want something to drink?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m good. Thanks though.”

“Okay,” he shrugged, “Well, I actually came ‘cause there’s something important I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Sure.”

I nodded but Harry bit his lip, showing his hesitation.

“Just, if we could… not here.”

His voice had lowered so it was difficult to understand him due to the loud music around us. His stare bore into me with an intensity that had my skin shiver and heart skip. My thoughts raced and I tried to come up with a reason about what he could possibly have to say to me that it needed to be said in private.

“Ehm..,” I began, “yeah, of course. Do you-”

“HARRY!”

We were interrupted by Steve’s loud voice. He was one of Harry’s acquaintances and just like him, attended every party that was held. Steve fought his way through the crowd to us and wrapped his arm around Harry’s neck. If I hadn’t known any better I would have claimed I saw a flash of annoyance crossing Harry’s face.

“I need you to hook me up with Ana-belle! Right now! C'mon!” he slurred, clearly having had enough to drink already.

“Mate, I’m kinda busy. Can’t you see?” Harry huffed.

“Pleeaaasseeee,” Steve whined, “You know how hot she is and you promised!”

Harry gave me an apologetic look and I returned a small smile. “Go. It’s fine, Harry.”

“I’ll find you later, okay?” he asked and I nodded.

“Sure.”

After Harry  disappeared and I was left alone, I decided to mingle a little bit. That was until I saw the last person I’d want to spend my Saturday night with enter the room, dressed in a tight fitting dress with her boobs showing off, an evil smile playing on her lips.

Her name was Ciara. She was tall, thin, blond and, in want of a better word, a bitch. I had a deep dislike for her ever since I had witnessed her try to kiss Harry. He had looked caught off guard when she had leaned in and pulled him down to her, so he had pushed her away forcefully. To this day, I found it surprising but didn’t question it. I didn’t want to ask him, too afraid that he only pushed her off because he waited for a more fitting moment to kiss her.

Ciara knew about me, too, and disliked me just as much as I did her. I had once overheard her calling me the pathetic tag-along of Harry’s.

To avoid Ciara, I escaped into another room where some guy shoved a drink into my hand, claiming it’d be the best thing I’d ever drink. The liquid burned going down my throat and I grimaced, but it did the trick and calmed me instantly. That was until a certain female’s voice squealed loudly.

“Harry! Baby, I haven’t seen you in forever!”

I bit my tongue and turned to where her voice had come from to find Ciara’s wiry arms wrapped around Harry’s neck and her face buried in his shoulder.

I tried not to look at them but it was like my eyes were clued on their hugging bodies. She might not have been that pretty, but like I said, she had a body most girls would kill for and looked undeniably great at Harry’s side.

Harry’s arms loosely rested around her slim waist as he returned her embrace that lasted much too long for my liking. She giggled and cuddled closer into his chest.

“You too, Ciara,” Harry said as he unwrapped her arms from him and gently pushed her away. She pouted her lips before smiling widely up at him and saying something I didn’t hear. He nodded and replied to which Ciara threw her head back and let out a loud and high-pitched laugh.

I sighed as she rested her hand on Harry’s upper arm and bit my lip. She moved her fingers in a stroking motion and leaned in closer while she spoke quietly to him.
Harry’s eyes were fixed on her when suddenly they moved and landed on me. I quickly turned my head away, embarrassed that he had caught me staring, but when I glanced back at him a few seconds later, Harry was still looking at me. He gave me a small smile and took a sip from his beer before he looked back at Ciara, who was still speaking to him. I took a sip from my own drink, which I still didn’t enjoy, and turned away.

I tried to find something I could entertain myself, yet found nothing. Now that Harry was occupied with Ciara and Hanna had abandoned me, I felt like it was a good time to leave. Just when I was about to look for Hanna to say goodbye, my trace of thoughts was interrupted.

“I thought you didn’t want a drink.”

I looked up and my heart skipped when I saw Harry standing in front of me, a wide smile plastered on his face.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it drinking,” I answered. “It’s more of a sipping. To be honest, the drink is pretty disgusting.”

Harry chuckled, took the glass from me and at the same time handed me his beer. “I know how many say girls aren’t supposed to drink this, but I’m sure we can make an exception of this stupid rule.”

“Thanks.” I smiled up at hime before taking a sip and then handing it back to him. “If I’d have to drink this fruit cocktail for the rest of the night this would definitely had been it for parties and me.”

Harry grinned. “Too bad I could prevent that. Would have given me an excuse to find you outside events like this.”

He raised it as if to toast me before bringing it to his lips as my heart dropped to my stomach.

“Are you-”

“Y/N!”

Harry and I grimaced at the same time. Of course Hanna had to remember I still existed the second I was alone with Harry. She was leaning against one of her friends, a shot in one hand and a bottle of what looked like vodka in the other.

“Dance with us!” she shouted. I was about to open my mouth to answer when Harry interrupted:

“Sorry, Hanna. Y/N already agreed to accompany me outside for a smoke.”

Hanna rolled her eyes and shrugged, clearly not too bothered about it before disappearing in the crowd again. I raised my brows at Harry.

“You smoke?”

“Course I don’t,” Harry answered, looking at me as if I were crazy. “I’m asthmatic, remember?”

“You just said-”

“Wanted to get rid of her so I can keep you to myself. Besides, we agreed to talk somewhere no one hears us.” He nudged my side, grinning cheekily when he noticed me biting back a smile. “Relax, I’m not gonna kidnap you or anything. And we’re only going outside of the building, don’t worry.”

He held out his hand and after a second of hesitation I reached out and took it. Harry wound his fingers together with mine and pulled me towards the exit. My mouth went dry at his sudden closeness and I could have broken out into a dance at how happy I felt. Heat rose to my cheeks when my gaze traveled to the bar where I met a cold, jealous stare following mine and Harry’s moves. Ciara’s piercing blue eyes lowered to the connection between mine and Harry’s hands before meeting my eyes again. Pure hatred radiated off of her and I quickly looked away to focus on Harry’s back so close before me I could feel the heat radiating off of him. I was with him and not her. She could hate on me for that as much as she wanted.

Once outside, Harry led me around the corner of the building. I flinched at the sound of a glass bottle breaking and noticed the small group of men, obviously drunk and smoking something that was clearly not a normal cigarette, standing on the other side of the road. Sensing my uneasiness, Harry gently pushed me closer to the brick wall and positioned himself in front of me so he was shielding my body from them. He gave me a reassuring smile and I relaxed. The air was cold and I was glad to have Harry this close next to me to share his body heat. Although really, I was never not glad to have him close.

“You don’t like Ciara do you?” Harry stated, saying it like he already knew the answer.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and bit my lip.

“What makes you think that?”

He raised his brows and smirked. He reached out and fixed one of the strands of hair that had fallen into my face back behind my ear. “I saw you looking at us and since you’re out here with me I figured it wasn’t me you were sending that death glare to.”

I shrugged. “Who knows? I may have.”

He fake gasped and I grinned.

“I may not like her all that much,” I admitted, “Why are you asking though?”

Harry shrugged. “It’s always good to know who dislikes the same people as I do. Says a lot about your character that you don’t try to appeal to someone like Ciara.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh please. As if you weren’t as into her as every other guy at that party is.”

“What are you talking about?” Harry asked as a frown took over his beautiful features.

In all honesty, I wasn’t quite sure why I’d said it and yet I continued anyway, watching how Harry’s face fell with each word.

“You can’t tell me you don’t like her when you clearly enjoyed having her press herself against you only minutes ago,” I stuttered on, “Unless it’s because of her body. Which would be fine, really. She’s hot, so why wouldn’t you?”

A surprised gasp escaped my lips as my back forcefully hit the brick wall. Harry stood so close in front of me I felt his breath on my skin and goosebumps covered my arms when I pressed my hands to his shoulders to maintain some distance between the two of us. It did little though as his hands still clasped my shoulders tightly and his green eyes bore into mine with such fury in them I shrunk back.

“Why are you saying that?” he growled, “You know that isn’t true.”

Harry shook his head but released me again and took a step back, further away from me.

“Why are you speaking as if I’d be the kind of person who likes having girls rubbing themselves against their bodies? Is that what you thought of me all along? That I’m the sleazy pop star who feels up a different girl every night, just the way every damn magazine has been labeling me?”

He broke off and took a deep breath to steady himself. My mouth was dry and I couldn’t find an answer as guilt crawled up my throat, knowing I’d touched upon a sensitive subject. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Thought you knew better, Y/N.”

“That wasn’t what I was saying-”

“You implied it, though. And it’s beyond me how you could make such bullshit up in that head of yours. I’ve shown you what I’m like so that you wouldn’t mistake me for one of those asses 'cause I thought that maybe you and I would-” he trailed off and huffed as his cheeks turned red.

“Harry, I-”

“Forget it”, he interrupted. He took a deep breath and I swallowed hard when the falsest of all false smiles crept onto his face. “It’s fine, whatever. Let’s just go back, yeah?”

I frowned and reached forward to take hold of his arms, pulling him back closer to me. Harry didn’t react to my whine when he shrugged off my touch. I watched as he turned around and began to walk back to the building’s entrance. I huffed and cursed myself with every insult that came to my mind. Way to ruin our first private moment in weeks.

“Oi!”

I jumped when one of the drunk men called out from across the street and shuddered when I noticed him making his way over towards me.

“What are you doing out here alone, little one? Don’t you need someone to keep you warm, baby?” His piercing eyes eyed me and I quickly began to walk into the direction of the door, but he moved fast and blocked the way.

“That dress of yours sure does look good on you. Reckon it’d look even better on my bedroom floor, though.”

“I’m sorry, but I need to go.”

He shook his head and stepped in my way once more when I tried to dodge him. Fear cursed through me.

“M'afraid I can’t let you, babe.”

“Y/N, are you coming?”

Harry came to a stop only a few steps behind the stranger, his voice calm but certain.

“Yeah.” I nodded and met the stranger’s eyes one more time before stepping around him.

This time he let me, probably sensing Harry’s hard stare on him. I smiled in relief when Harry clasped my hand in his.

“Lay off my girlfriend, alright mate?” Harry hissed.

The man, about half a head shorter than Harry, held up his hands. “Don’t think she would’ve made a memorable fuck anyway.”

Harry looked as if he wanted to bite something back but stopped when I squeezed his fingers gently. We turned and he led me back into the building.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, “This man really creeped me out.”

“S'fine,” Harry replied. The second we were out of the man’s sight he let go of my hand and went back inside the room where the party was held before I could say anything further.

I sighed and bit my lip. He was quick to surround himself by his friends near the bar while I stayed back. I wanted to cry. My stupid jealousy had ruined everything and I hadn’t even gotten to hear what Harry had wanted to tell me.

“Staring at him won’t get you anywhere, you know?”

I turned to Hanna who had appeared by my side.

“What?”

“Saw you guys enter,” she replied, “I guess he told you and you declined?”

I stared at her, confusion written all over my face. She rolled her eyes.

“Harry’s told me that he wanted to ask you out tonight,” she shrugged and took a sip of her drink, “Don’t really get how you could say no. He’s so hot I would die to see him naked.”

“Harry wanted to-” I stopped and shut my eyes as it dawned on me just how much I had ruined.

I looked back into his direction where I caught him quickly turning away from me. Oh, no he won’t. I quickly pushed past the people mingling between us. Once I reached him I took hold of his hand and pulled him away from his friends and into the direction of the bathrooms.

“Oi, Styles!” one of his friends called after us, “Get in there!”

Harry stumbled along behind me and into the bathroom, his body flinching as I shut the door behind us.

“Didn’t know you were that strong, love,” he chuckled breathlessly.

“I don’t believe any of the things those magazines say about you.”

Harry’s mouth opened at my statement but I continued before he could speak.

“You’re so kind and heartbreakingly beautiful, especially with that short hair that suits you so well and if you want to know why I said all that about you and Ciara, then it’s because I try to come to terms with me never standing a chance when you could have her!”

My voice quivered and I looked away, embarrassed by my confession.

“I’m sorry that what I said hurt you. It was stupid and not what I meant at all.”

Harry sighed and let his body fall back against the wall opposite of me. We stared at each other in silence before he cleared his throat.

“Earlier, when I asked you if we could talk, it was so I could finally come clean 'bout something I kept a secret from you.”

He smiled softly, pushed himself away from the wall and came to stand close in front of me. I leaned my back against the cold wall behind me as he stepped impossibly close.

“I’m drawn to you, Y/N,” he murmured and gently caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. “You’re all I can think about, engraved into my mind every minute of every day.”

Unlike how it had been when I made it up in my head, there was no built up to his kiss. Harry leaned in the moment he’d finished talking and pressed his lips to mine in a hesitant and gentle connection. It felt odd at first, but then I was consumed by warmth and my lips moved easily with his as he guided the kiss, both hands holding my face closer to him. I gasped when he pulled away, my heart racing. A smile graced his beautiful face.

“The thought of you alone makes me feel like I’m never alone. You’re warm and sweet and everything good I know.”

Still only centimeters away from me, I leaned in and brushed my mouth against his once again, seeking another kiss. He moaned lowly as I bit his lip and deepened the kiss while I wrapped both arms around his neck.

“Had an entire speech prepared, you know?” Harry hummed against my cheek after we broke away once again. “Has vanished from my head now though.”

I giggled and wound my fingers into his hair. “I’m sorry. I know I kinda dragged you in here.”

“S'fine. Think the point of what I wanted to say was that I like you quite a lot,” Harry continued, brushing his nose along my jaw, “Think we’d make a pretty good couple.”

I hummed and scratched his neck. It surprised me how easy this felt, having him so much closer than anyone before. Even discussing whether or not we should get together was easy.

“I agree,” I whispered.

“Good.”

Harry leaned in again and kissed me deeper. His hands grasped my hips and pulled them against his own, making me gasp and steadying myself by taking hold of his shoulders. No matter how long we kissed, it never felt like it was enough.

“You’re so pretty,” Harry mumbled.

“Thanks,” I giggled breathlessly and leaned back so I could look at him.

“I mean it. How could you think I’d want Ciara?” he asked and shook his head.

I raised one hand and pressed my fingers against his red lips. “Please don’t. Don’t ruin this by talking about her.”

Harry laughed.

“Won’t ever mention her again,” he promised and sealed it with another soft kiss.

“Good.”

I smiled and Harry shook his head as he squeezed my hips. “Go out with me.”

My heart stopped as the words I’d always longed to hear from him escaped his lips. I nodded.

“When?”

Harry shrugged. “Whenever you want. But first, let’s go show you-know-whom that we’re off the market.”

I giggled as he took my hand and pulled me towards the exit of the bathroom.

Thank you for anyone who took the time to read this! I’m not sure whether or not I should leave this be as a standalone part, or if I should write a follow up. Should you want a part two, please let me know!
Feedback is very welcome and so are requests.

Here’s the link to the rest of what I wrote:

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist

Sleepyhead

Just a short silly piece today. Written for this week’s @txf-prompt-box challenge: Someone falling asleep during an important meeting. Bonus:
How is the sleeping person woken up? Double bonus: Told from a 1st person POV. Set in season 7. 

Also tagging @fictober and @today-in-fic

I don’t often admit this, but I can sleep just about anywhere. I’ve woken up, or startled awake, in cars, in planes and once at a restaurant. As easily as I fall asleep, though, the opposite is true for Mulder. Sometimes it seems to me like he can only find rest when the stars align.  

That, apparently, is not the case today. He’s quiet, which is never a good sign in any case, and sitting still. Mulder never sits still during a meeting, important or not. I should be listening to what Skinner is talking about; I swear he keeps throwing us looks even though we’re in the back of the room, half hidden in the shadows. A good thing, too, because Mulder’s head lolls about and eventually lands on my shoulder. I leave it there for a moment, the weight welcome. If Mulder is asleep, he can’t distract me. I can listen to Skinner’s monologue about - Mulder’s head shoots up and he looks around, confused and lost like a puppy. Mulder blinks at me with glassy eyes as if he’s never seen me before. 

“Meeting. Skinner.” I mouth using simple words that hopefully penetrate his brain. I motion to the front of the room where Skinner is currently fighting with the projector. Mulder nods, turns towards Skinner’s voice. Great. Now I can listen for real. I’ve jotted down a few notes that make no sense to me at the moment. I’ll go through them afterwards. Less than five minutes later the sound of Skinner’s voice and my pen scratching against paper is disrupted by Mulder snoring. Oh no. I stare him intently as if that could wake him. It doesn’t. I nudge his side but Mulder sleeps on. Another snore that’s luckily quiet enough only I can hear it. But I know I’ve got to wake him up. I put my hand on his thigh, squeeze it. Nothing happens. I squeeze again, harder, digging my nails into him. Mulder, instead of waking up, moans. And not even out of hurt. Chairs squeak as a few heads turn around to us. I quickly take my hand off Mulder’s thigh; they talk about us enough as it is. When I’m sure that no one is looking at us anymore, I lean in closer to Mulder. I’m momentarily distracted by how good he smells. 

“Mulder.” I whisper as insistently as I can. No reaction. His breathing is deep, even. If I’d known Skinner’s voice had this effect on him, I would have recorded it years ago. 

“Mulder!” I put my mouth directly to his ear. He shudders, sighs, and sleeps on. Mulder and frustration go hand in hand, but right now I am so agitated I seriously consider slapping him. There’s another sure fire way to wake him up, one I’ve only recently discovered. It’s not something I care to do in a room full of other agents, though.

It’s time to accept that no matter how important this meeting might be, I have no idea what it is about. Thanks to Rip Van Winkle next to me. I put my hand back on his thigh and this time I dig my nails into it hard. Really hard.

“No!” Mulder yelps and his head shoots up. The room falls silent, heads turn around again and Skinner squints to see us better.

“You don’t agree with my assessment, Agent Mulder?”

“Uhm…” Mulder looks at me, pleadingly. “Excuse me, Sir.” Mulder scrambles to his feet and flees the room. Leaving me with the mess as always.

“Agent Scully?”

“I think I should make sure Agent Mulder is all right.” I mumble and Skinner nods. We’ll be summoned to his office later, his expression says. I squeeze past other agents, used to their pitying and amusing looks. I expect to find Mulder right outside the door, but he’s not there. Since almost every agent is in the briefing room, I don’t have any qualms about stepping into the men’s restroom.

“Mulder?” I ask loudly just in case. 

“Is this not the men’s room?” I hear a miserable voice from behind the door.

“It is,” I say and walk closer, “Open the door, sleepyhead.” It swings open with a soft squeak. He looks just as terrible as he just sounded.

“Are you all right?”

“What happened in that room, Scully?”

“You were asleep and I… I woke you up. I’m sorry, Mulder. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You weren’t waking up.”

“You didn’t hurt me,” he says but he’s rubbing this thigh, “I was asleep?”

“Comatose, basically.” I smile at him so that he knows there are no bad feelings. His sad puppy eyes get me every time. The longer I look at him now, the more I am convinced that something is off. “Mulder, how are you feeling?” His eyes are still glassy. Sweat glistens on his forehead and his cheeks are covered in a soft pink tinge.

“Sleepy. I’m sorry I fell asleep, Scully.” I get closer to him and touch his forehead. It feels warm.

“It’s all right, Mulder. I think you might be having a cold.”

“I’m not sick, Scully.” He answers quickly. “I was uhm… having a dream.” The tinge intensifies. 

“A dream?” He nods. “What about?”

“You,” he lifts his head and eyes me carefully, “and me.” I can tell what nature that dream was just by his look. Now it’s me who blushes. We haven’t been dating long and every admission that he thinks about me in ‘that way’ still feels new and unreal. 

“Oh." 

"Yeah.”

“I guess it’s a good thing then that I didn’t do that other thing to wake you.”

“What other thing?” He grins; he knows exactly what I’m talking about. I don’t care, though. The meeting is a lost cause anyway and we’re all alone here. I put my hand on his thighs and lean forward so that our lips are almost touching. 

“This thing.” I whisper and kiss him.

About "Concrete"...

Now before I get into it, I am white. My opinion on racial stereotypes should be taken with a grain of salt, so please bare with me.

As for the new art book that was released for Steven Universe, I couldn’t be happier to finally have one made; I just ordered my own in fact! However with such good news, there is bound to be bad news as well. I can totally understand where Concrete’s character can easily be determined as racist, what with her inability to read and her contrasting-colored lips. Though the evidence is clear, anyone would be hard-pressed to convict the crewniverse of such misconduct. Steven Universe is easily one of the most developmental shows in this golden age of cartoons, touching on subjects such as homosexuality and racism. As you probably know Concrete was designed as a part of the crewniverse “Design a Gem” idea, where one person would draw a Gem, and others would fill in their personal traits. These gem’s names were SHOUTED OUT AT RANDOM, and the point of her not being able to read is that IT’S A JOKE; CONCRETE IS DENSE. All joking aside, life is to short to get your pants in a jiffy about every little thing. Tumblr, and more specifically the Steven Universe fandom has a reputation for being pretentious, petty, superficial, overreactive, and ill-informed. If you do feel the need to put the blame on someone, however, don’t blame Rebecca for every little thing, and certainly don’t redesign a gem simply because you don’t care for them. A person like Rebecca Sugar doesn’t deserve death threats on Twitter at three in the morning. It would be more productive of you to compose debatable posts, such as this one. At least that’s my two cents.

Edit edit: I don’t think it’s fair that I’m receiving the comments that I am just because I’m white. My opinion matters just as much as everyone else’s.

Dex is a nervous ball of energy. Nursey is being his (un-)chill self. 

1.4k of yelling and fluff under the cut


“What was that?”

Dex looked up startled. He hadn’t noticed Nursey entering the haus behind him. “What are you talking about?”, Dex asked in honest confusion, mentally trying to slow his quickened pulse down. 

“I saw you flirt with that Lax Bro, you know.” Nursey’s eyebrows were pulled together in annoyance, but apart from that, looked calm as ever. Or as he would say “Chill”. Fucking Nursey, Dex thought.

“FFFFuuuuuck the Lax Bros” he yelled instead on reflex. Somewhere from upstairs a damped repeat could be heard. Probably Shitty.

Nursey didn’t look impressed.

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