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Venus in The Signs, Elements, Houses. ♀

The Venus Planet is associated with beauty, creativity, pleasure, feminine, harmony, love & attraction.

The Venus sign rulerships are Libra & Taurus, Libra being the one to bring harmony in relationships & Taurus being the one to bring beauty in comfort. The Venus sign relates well with those who receive love (whether women or men) in relationships then creates beauty from what was given, Libra usually relates well with men for they create attraction & Taurus usually relates well with women for they create pleasure. The Venus house is where your beauty is present & very alive in.

Remember to go out to the world with unconditional love for you’ll be able to receive acceptance, feelin’ beloved. ♡

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Venus in Signs ♀

how you love another, who you are attracted to, how your beauty appears to be.

venus in fire signs embodies the impulsion, directness, passion and exoticism within love.

venus in earth signs embodies the physical, beauty, routine and practicality within love.

venus in air signs embodies the relationship, verbal, attraction and weirdness within love.

venus in water signs embodies the emotion, care, intimacy and vulnerability within love.

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Aries Venus: when beloved, venusian is full of energy & drive in which she creates beauty out of sexuality & their vitality draws attention to the eye. others with this sign is attracted to & in love with this type of beauty.

Taurus Venus: when beloved, venusian is full of pleasure & stability in which creates beauty out of self-worth & looks physically sensual to the eye. others with this sign is attracted to & in love with this type of beauty.

Gemini Venus: when beloved, venusian is full of stimulation & wit in which creates beauty out of immaturity & becomes playful to those around her. others with this sign is attracted to & in love with this type of beauty.

Cancer Venus: when beloved, venusian is full of reassurance & mood in which creates beauty out of emotion & extends their nurture into life. others with this sign is attracted to & in love with this type of beauty.

Leo Venus: when beloved, venusian is full of confidence & ego in which creates beauty out of drama & their expression draws attention to the eye. others with this sign is attracted to & in love with this type of beauty.

Virgo Venus: when beloved, venusian is full of class & motivation in which creates beauty out of self-improvement & looks physically poise to the eye. others with this sign is attracted to & in love with this type of beauty.

Libra Venus: when beloved, venusian is full of harmony & validation in which creates beauty out of charm & becomes hypnotic to those around her. others with this sign is attracted to & in love with this type of beauty.

Scorpio Venus: when beloved, venusian is full of desires & intensity in which creates beauty out of death & extends their darkness into life. others with this sign is attracted to & in love with this type of beauty.

Sagittarius Venus: when beloved, venusian is full of wisdom & growth in which creates beauty out of adventure & their optimism draws attention to the eye. others with this sign is attracted to & in love with this type of beauty.

Capricorn Venus: when beloved, venusian is full of dignity & structure in which creates beauty out of self-image & looks physically regal to the eye. others with this sign is attracted to & in love with this type of beauty.

Aquarius Venus: when beloved, venusian is full of intellect & ideas in which creates beauty out of uniqueness & becomes detached to those around her. others with this sign is attracted to & in love with this type of beauty.

Pisces Venus: when beloved, venusian is full of dreams & wishes in which creates beauty out of idealism & extends their art into life. others with this sign is attracted to & in love with this type of beauty.

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Venus in Houses ♀

where the venus energy lights up, who you attract, what your beauty is typically recognized as.

venus in fire houses (1st, 5th, 9th) becomes, expresses & expands their love energy.

venus in earth houses (2nd, 6th, 10th) materialize, designs & models their nurture energy.

venus in air houses (3rd, 7th, 11th) interacts, balances & connects from love energy.

venus in water houses (4th, 8th, 12th) illuminates, consumes & heals from nurture energy.

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Venus in 1st: people are drawn to your harmonic rise to the surface & they appreciate your energetic charm & beauty, you’re always surrounded with balance, fighting for justice if others are unfairly mistreated, you have a sexy love appeal that others are attracted to, others are intimated by your passionate first impressions, your vital spirit is love energy, you are beauty.

Venus in 2nd: buying expensive clothes helps you learn how to feel worthy & valuable, whatever you wear looks rich & aesthetically pleasing on you, a keen fashion taste like no other, you’re stylish & a trendsetter, might be the type to buy an excessive amount of material possessions but you seem to know how to balance your money out, artistic fashion, you possess the art itself.

Venus in 3rd: you’re so witty that brings on an immense amount of charm to others, people love to listen to what you’ll have to say, combining harmony & humor together, I am somehow in love with your laugh that ties with your alluring voice that just simmers in the mind, elegantly feminine hand writing, you possibly write beautiful poets, beautiful voice, writing, words, mind.

Venus in 4th: living in an artistic home brings you true peace & comfort, you tend to always surround yourself with elegant beauty, you would make such a lovely parent, the ability to nurture & smother others with unconditional love is your nature, your family probably adores & appreciates you, you are just aesthetically pleasing to look at, your harmonious aura decorates like a home.

Venus in 5th: the art of being dramatic yet charismatic are one of your greatest qualitys, an elegance that only radiates outwardly with glamour, you express this gorgeous lavish light, a walking aesthetic, you need someone to always focus on & love you, nothing will stop you from being pleasing to look at, also very flirtatious & naturally attractive, you’re like an art gallery full of artistry.

Venus in 6th: sacrafice brings you much harmony, gracefully modest & polite to those around you, especially at work, co-workers adore your elegant poise company, delicate soft loving attitudes, the type to put others first & help sort out their problems, you’ll feel beautiful if treated your body with healthy natural foods & product, might be living in another cinderella story.

Venus in 7th: you fall in love then idealize others in your relationships, harmonious with your lovers, so very delicate, you attract partners that are particularly passionately attractive & fair, you love to be lost in your partner because it makes you feel like you’re in a fantasy, you don’t show your fun loving side to people you just met, you’re like the first houses bitch.

Venus in 8th: a passionate & magnetic seductress without effort, your feminine divinity engraves into others minds that haunts them, you give piercing looks that are extremely penetrating & deadly, you just soulfully scream sensuality & harmony, you have deep & intense desires in love, inheritance will grant you well, death will be beautifully slow & peaceful, you put out prostitute vibes.

Venus in 9th: no limits what’s so ever when you’re in love, you seek for grand harmonious adventure, you appreciate the lessons you learn, you are in love with spirituality, you give freedom & acceptance to others, everyone adores your warm hearted presence, you bring attraction into exoticism, travel will be your priority, like a witness to the twelve houses creativity being manifested.

Venus in 10th: your public image is known for being a striking beauty, every one views you to be fierce & pleasing to look at, mastered in the arts & your creativity can be manifested into design or makeup work, you aim to be & you model how to be a this perfect public figure, everyone will remember you as this stunning & charming individual, a perfect role model of a venusian.

Venus in 11th: surrounded by lovely & soft groups of people that you admire, engaging helps you feel balanced, your generosity comes across as flirtatiously romantic, unique qualities that generally makes you even more attractive, you’re a social butterfly & righteous warrior, you allow others to be their authentic self, fairly harmonious with humanity, you’re like surrounded by beauty gurus.

Venus in 12th: living in an aesthetically dreamy world in which you surround yourself with, you easily fall for others, vulnerable to the world, you are very sensitive to those who connects with you romantically, spiritually creative & harmonic, you’re surrounded with this beautiful healing energy, people attract to your softness, creativity which manifests from the spiritual realm.

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Overtime (m)

@lilacxsehun requested: Jungkook/Reader inspired by the lyrics “He says I know what I want and I want it now I want you cause I’m Mr. Vain” in which Jungkook is the CEO of a big company you work for. 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Smut; CEO/Boss AU 
Word Count: 12,037
Author’s Note: I’ve always wanted to try my hand at a CEO AU so I was very excited to get this request. As I was writing this, I wasn’t entirely sure if Jungkook’s position should constitute him more as a CEO or a boss but eh, ignore the technicalities.

Summary: In which an awkward first encounter with your new boss gives Jeon Jungkook all the more reason to make your job an interesting experience.

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To say you are late would be a complete and utter, tragic and ill-fitting, understatement. By the time you were supposed to be here at the building, you had just finished adding the last minute touches to your hair with the straightener, and by the time you were supposed to be doing that you needed to finish your makeup and by the time that was happening—!

Well, you get the idea.

Point is, you are running incredibly behind on your schedule—as if life just wanted to prove a point that no matter how much it seemed you could stitch your life together by managing to land an interview for a company actually relevant to your degree, something always had to go wrong. It just so happens that the bad day you constantly worried about just had to occur today. On the day of your interview.

You think it might be enough to get you to scream. First, the power just had to cut off the night before, disarming your alarm clock and resetting all the previous settings so instead of just beeping at some abnormal time it just didn’t ring at all. Given that you had also forgotten to plug your phone in for charging the night before as well, there was no way that could have been any source of an alternative method for waking up. All of that led up to the simple fact regarding the issue that you have a very difficult time waking up in the morning even with an alarm, so having none only elevated that struggle, bursting out of bed after frantically wondering about the time, and attempting to compress an hour’s worth of preparation into 5 minutes.

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Instincts (Taehyung X Reader Oneshot)

Pairings: Taehyung X Reader

Genre: Smut, bit of angst i guess

Word Count: 3670

Summary: While Jin seems oblivious to your attempts at flirting, someone else has definitely taken notice…

AN: To the fellow noona who requested this particular topic: why do you hurt me so? Please have some consideration for my poor nerves.
Seriously though, thank you so much for this request! This was such a nice topic and seeing as my patronus is Kim Taehyung I had no choice but to start with this one. I hope you like reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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“It’s in my room. You should come see it.”

Your eyes widen at Jin’s words, the knife in your hand frozen above the fruit on the chopping board on the counter before you.

Sitting on a stool across the counter from you, Jungkook pauses with a chip halfway to his mouth, his eyes darting to yours.

On the couch behind him, Jimin’s head whips around to look at you and out of the corner of your eye Taehyung emerges from the fridge, a bottle of water in one hand and an amused look on his face.

Was it finally happening? After months of flirting, was Jin finally making a move?

Your eyes shoot between Jungkook’s open-mouthed stare and Jimin’s look of disbelief. Behind you, you can feel Taeyhyung’s gaze boring a hole into the back of your head.

The three of them were the only ones who knew about your feelings for Jin.

Well, to be honest, the three of them were the only ones who were unashamed to openly speak to you about your feelings for Jin. To your embarrassment, everyone else seemed just as knowledgeable about your feelings – everyone, that is, except Jin.

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“Let’s Make a Deal”

Request: Hi (: I don’t know if you’re still getting requests but if you are I’d like to have one please! I’d like one about Draco Malfoy and a Gryffindor girl and he was always rude to her, but they had a small crush on each other and he asks her to go to the Yule Ball with him and she thinks he’s joking…You can finish it the way you like the best. Thank you so much.

⇢  In which a stubborn Slytherin Draco and Gryffindor Reader combination makes for an interesting Yule Ball-posal.

“It’s almost Christmas.”

As the Gryffindor common room filled with Seamus’ off-key rendition of “Santa Baby,” you quirked a brow. “Really? Couldn’t tell.”

“Have you found a date for the Ball yet?” questioned Fred, flashing you a grin.

You shrugged, making a face. “Not yet.”

“Well, my offer still stands–”

“Don’t even think about it, Weasley,” you deadpanned. “I’d rather not get on Angelina’s bad side.”

“Bad side? She doesn’t have a bad side,” he said with faux dreaminess, drifting toward the center of the room.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled despite yourself, deciding to ditch the noisy common room to study for exams. While the roaring fireplace and bustling Gryffindors indeed made for a cozy setting, the constant chatter made it hard to focus.

As you made your way to your usual table in the library, you passed Viktor Krum and Hermione Granger, smiling to yourself as you heard Hermione’s endless prattle.

“Revolting, aren’t they?”

You inwardly groaned at the all too familiar voice. “You’re one to talk,” you retorted, eyeing Malfoy. “I think it’s sweet; Hermione showing the world you don’t need to be outgoing and gregarious to catch the attention of a handsome Quidditch star.”

“I wouldn’t take that to heart,” he drawled. “Not even Longbottom would go to the Yule Ball with the likes of you.”

“Well, seeing as Neville is twice the gentleman you’ll ever be,” you paused, pursing your lips, “it does seem unlikely I’d manage to score someone as stellar as he is.”

Draco scoffed, cocking his head. “Longbottom? A gentleman? He lacks the physical capability to open the door for himself, let alone open it for another person.”

You placed your hand over your forehead, your thumb rubbing your temple. “If the only reason you’re talking to me is to insult me and my friends, just leave.”

Draco’s lips thinned, gauging his options. To your surprise, he relented. “Fine.”

“Not so arrogant without your two cronies?” you pushed.

He paused. You silently cursed yourself.

He would have left if you hadn’t opened your mouth. You knew that. But you couldn’t help yourself. As much as you hated to admit it, you enjoyed his annoying presence.

The side of Draco’s lip quirked upward as he turned toward you. “I just thought I’d prove to you how much of a gentleman I am.”

Without so much as another glance, he left the library with a slight smirk, leaving you to fight the stupid grin off your face.

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It was Day 2 of your revision and you made your way to the library, yet again. You waved as you passed Hermione, Krum-less. This time, you saw a pale blonde at your usual table.

“You again.” You pulled out a chair and rested your head in front of his.

Draco lifted his gaze. “You do know it’s impolite to bother someone while they are revising, yes?” Still, he didn’t tell you to leave.

“I agree. Someone should have said that to the twat who was bothering me yesterday.”

He scoffed, but there was an amused glint playing in his eyes. He averted his attention back to his textbook. Following his lead, you opened up your copy of Magical Drafts and Potions. His head stayed down, gazing at his book, but painfully aware of your company. Unmoving, you, too, stared down at your book.

The tension built and it became a game. As the colored uniforms passed through the library, who would move away first, not wanting to be seen with a member of the opposing house? No one moved.

Moments of determined silence passed before Draco glanced your way. “Your lips purse when you’re focused, did you know?”

Quirking an eyebrow, you attempted to retract your lips without looking like an idiot. “Actually, no. I wasn’t aware. But, thank you, for forever making me self-conscious about it now.”

“No. It’s cute,” said Draco.

Your eyes widened in response, then, clearing your throat, you murmured, “If you’re trying to make me leave first by throwing up…tempting, but it won’t work.”

“Unless you plan on sleeping here, get up. Because I definitely won’t give in.”

“Oh please, I bet I could last the whole night here, easily.”

Draco’s upper lip curled up and you couldn’t help thinking you’ve made a mistake. “Prove it.”

Well, shit. “Pardon?”

“If you’re so confident, let’s make a deal,” he said.

Instead of denying, curiosity got the better of you. “What deal?”

“If you don’t follow your word to stay at the library all night, then you have to go to the Yule Ball as my date.”

“Excuse me?” You were incredulous. “The library closes at eight! Madam Pince will throw me out herself, if she has to.”

“Should’ve thought of that before you ran your big mouth.”

You glared. “Let’s say I somehow manage to stay here all night. What do I get?”

“The satisfaction of knowing you stayed true to your word.”

“That is stupid.”

Draco egged you on. “Is this a common Gryffindor thing? Boasting with nothing to back your claims up?”

“Shut up, Malfoy. Gryffindors stay true to their words, unlike you slimy Slytherins.”

He simply smirked. “Prove it.

“Fine. The deal is on. If I lose, I’ll accompany you to the Ball.” He opened his mouth, looking triumphant. “But,” you continued, “if I win, you have to wear a Gryffindor pin up until Christmas Eve.”

“Unlikely,” he leered, but held out his hand.

You shook it.

Without another word, Draco gathered his books and walked away.

“Wait–you don’t have to stay?”

“The deal was only about you staying, love,” he called. “The library officially closes at eight, yes? I’ll see you outside at eight ‘o one.”

“Unlikely,” you shot.

Alone, you noticed the library had cleared significantly. Even Hermione was gone. It was a minute until eight and your spine stiffened as you sensed Madam Pince stalking the grounds.

You groaned, “That damned Malfoy.”

After Madam Pince threatened to hex you and give you a month’s detention, you begrudgingly made your way out of the library.

Unsurprised, you saw Malfoy waiting. When he saw you, his mouth curved into an unfairly attractive smirk. “Eight ‘o six. You lasted five minutes longer than I thought. Congratulations.”

“Get stuffed, Malfoy.”

He was unphased. “That’s no way to treat your future Yule Ball date.”

You rolled your eyes. “Why me, anyway?”

“Gryffindor or not, you’re the only girl beautiful enough to dance with me.”

Despite your intentions, you blushed. “Whatever, Draco,” you mumbled, heading toward the Gryffindor Tower.

Draco was one step behind you. Then he was walking next to you. You turned your head, raising an eyebrow at him. He raised one back. “Yes? I’m only making sure Madam Pince doesn’t change her mind and come after you.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” He paused. “The only times I lie to you is when I say you’re anything but beautiful.”

By now, you guys made it up to the tower.

“A deal is a deal. I’m already your date. No need for further flattery.”

Draco smiled, shaking his head. “It’s not flattery, just the truth.”

You stood in awkward silence for a while. “Well…Goodnight. Thanks for walking me. I guess.”

“You’re welcome.” As Draco laughed and bade you goodnight, you smiled.

Maybe being Draco’s date to the Yule Ball wouldn’t be such a dreadful event.


This is terrible. This is awkwardly short for me. Draco is so out of character. I’m just on my period and I wanted to write something cute and adorable and this reminded me of a cute past fling(?) aND I JUST WANT TO CRY. As I reread, I realized how poorly written and rushed the beginning and end are. My apologies. This was basically to get over a writer’s block.

P.S. Happy (almost) Thanksgiving to my fellow Americans!

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greaser au | ong seongwoo

word count: 1.7k+
genre: 1950s/greaser au
warnings: alcohol and nicotine consumption


  • ok listen seongwoo just fits the greaser aesthetic so perfectly
  • he seems like the type of guy to lead a small gang of rebellious young boys with rough exteriors, big dreams and soft hearts
  • not that anyone would know that about them though
  • you’re almost the complete opposite of seongwoo, a relatively modest young person that mostly kept to themselves
  • it wasn’t that you were boring or didn’t have any interests, you just didn’t like presenting the unique aspects of your personality to just anyone
  • which was hard, seeing as you were working part-time as a waitress in the town’s most popular bar and people tended to be quite talkative with a beer or two in their system
  • which was basically how you got around to meeting ong seongwoo
  • he and his gang hung around the bar on weekends, always clad in worn, black leather jackets, a white undershirt and leather boots, their polished black motorcycles parked outside the front door
  • you only knew him fleetingly, barely having talked to him a few times whenever he ordered drinks for his companions and presented you with a few lame one-liners in the process
  • of course you were very much aware of his good looks, his deep, smooth voice and charming attitude, however, you knew that getting yourself involved with him most likely wouldn’t end well

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obsessiveshayme  asked:

I have a prompt! How about Barista Sid and super flirty customer Geno with SWid writing something cute on his cup?

This one…kinda got away from me, and 1. Sorry this took so long, and 2. I kinda veered from the prompt? A lot? And I think I was kinda projecting a little about how I feel about flirty strangers?  But I hope you enjoy it regardless. 


“It’s Tuesday,” Flower says, with the kind of resignation the day always evokes. He doesn’t have to explain further, Sid knows what he means. Tuesday means the Russians are coming. Well, Sid is pretty sure the quiet blonde guy is Scandinavian, but mostly, the noisy group that takes up, bare minimum, three tables at 412 Coffee is Russian. Holding court among them most days is Alex, whom Sid privately just labels “Loud Motherfucker.” 

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high school teacher!doyoung 🐰💖
  • doyoung teaches history! it’s perfect for him because he’s good at memorizing facts and dates and also as english teacher johnny likes to say, he’s a good teacher because he loves to hear himself talk
  • he often slips into chatterbox mode in class but his students like him and sometimes he likes to tell them weird historical facts he’s found and sometimes gets off topic and tells them about conspiracies
  • he likes to wear different color ties and socks, because the teachers have a dress code but he incorporates color into his outfits in a subtle way
  • whereas some of the other teachers look sloppy sometimes, doyoung always looks PERFECT like u see him and you’re like oh, he’s got his life together he sleeps 8 hours a night
  • his slacks are always neatly ironed his hair is always parted neatly down the middle basically he always looks neat
  • in reality he’s not actually that put together he just drinks enough coffee to kill a small child every morning when he wakes up at 6am and goes on autopilot from there
  • he loves teaching but a lot of the time he regrets not pursuing his passion……. singing ……  a lot of the time he and music teacher taeil spend lunch together listening to music
  • he still practices the flute and singing but he’s kind of shy about it and doesn’t sing in public
  • except for that one time a bunch of the teachers went to noraebang and got really drunk and doyoung sang snsd’s gee beautifully
  • taeyong still likes to bring it up
  • but anyways you have known doyoung since you’ve started at the school, you teach art and your classroom is across from taeil’s so you’re always bumping into doyoung
  • the two of you are friendly but you are admittedly a little awkward around him because he seems so professional and smart and you are basically intimidated by him
  • plus you find him very very cute and have a hard time making eye contact with him
  • which…. a couple of your older students picked up on when doyoung came into your classroom asking for some construction paper and you tripped over yourself and blushed when your hands brushed his
  • and since then you keep overhearing them gossiping about the two of you and even your other teacher friends sooyoung and joohyun like to tease you about it
  • doyoung doesn’t notice it since he’s dense, but he does notice how cute you are!!!!
  • at the end of the year the teachers go on a one night conference/retreat because the high school is a private school and they want the faculty to be open and friendly with each other
  • which would be fine if ten wasn’t the one to book the hotel rooms
  • because when you get there late at night you’re expecting to room with sooyoung or joohyun ….. and when they’re together you assume you’ll be with one of the older teachers but you open the door to your room and doyoung is unpacking and
  • there’s only one queen sized bed
  • immediately you turn around and bang on ten’s door across the hall but you just hear him giggling with johnny and then he’s like “we’re doing you a favor~~!!!!”
  • so you return and doyoung is like “ah….. i can sleep on the floor….. i’m sorry about the mixup…..”
  • and you’re like “no no no! i can sleep on the floor…. don’t worry about it” and the two of you go back and forth for a minute or so both being polite until finally doyoung is like
  • “well…. it’s just one night so im ok with sharing the bed…. i don’t want your back to get messed up by sleeping on the floor”
  • and you figure that you can handle one night, you aren’t a 12 year old after all
  • for ten minutes or so you go about your business in silence and then doyoung gets tired of the quiet and before you know it you’re talking about his big brother and you’re telling him about your childhood fish in your pajamas
  • and he’s just so easy to talk to…. you never would have thought it would be but telling him your embarrassing first meeting with the principal is nothing and when he laughs his big loud laugh you can’t help  but laugh along
  • even as you both get into bed (doyoung puts a pillow between you two because he can sense you’re a little bit nervous) it’s easy
  • and once the lights turn off the two of you still talk, doyoung quietly talks about chinese teacher sicheng’s birthday party and you reply until you fall asleep he can hear your breath even out
  • in the morning when he wakes up, the two of you are still separated mostly by the pillow, but your hand managed to tangle together with doyoung’s and you’ve pressed your feet to his legs
  • your hand is small in his and your hair is everywhere in your face, plus your feet are weirdly cold but doyoung feels the small crush he’s had on you for a while grow
  • and he knows he wants to be able to wake up to you again
  • but he also knows that if you wake up clutching his hand you’ll get nervous and uncomfortable, so he carefully pries your fingers off of his and then moves out of bed
  • you wake up right as he moves and when you see his normally neat hair standing up in tufts you laugh sleepily
  • when he scoffs a “what??” in an unfairly deep and attractive morning voice) you say “i’ve never seen you not look perfect before” without even fully realizing what you’re saying
  • doyoung just grins
  • at the end of the retreat he asks if you’d like to get dinner sometime soon, and one date turns to two turns to twenty
  • when the summer break is over and he stops by on the first day to bring you your lunch, your entire class bursts into whispers
  • the two of you always stay professional at work, but in all honesty doyoung thrives off of the attention and rumors
  • likes to buy you flowers with a tiny note and leave them in your classroom to fuel the gossip, but also because he thinks you look pretty when you scold him for being so obvious
  • all the teachers go to noraebang and doyoung gets drunk AGAIN and serenades you…… ten gets it all on video and threatens to send it in an all-school email whenever either you or doyoung sass him
  • the teacher life can be hard but it’s easier when you get to spend dinnertime with doyoung, sometimes grading together and complaining about students, sometimes talking about absolutely anything snuggled up on the couch
  • and now when doyoung wakes up at 6am, he has the person he loves AND coffee to get him to go to work
  • he says this to you once and you roll your eyes but kiss him anyways!!!!!👩‍🏫💛👨‍🏫

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Blade, my sweet Sinner Queen... But think about this: Bucky and Ivar go out on a Boys Night™ (i don't know but my brain keeps saying they would go watch a rugby game?) and when they come back find you face down, ass up and touching yourself, moaning their names. Just a thought.

(ivar is the ultimate rugby fan and you cannot convince me otherwise)

The boys hadn’t really had time to themselves lately. You were always tagging along, never giving them the time to be together and have a boys night. So, you forced them out the door that night, making them go to the bar a few blocks over so Ivar could watch the Lions and Crusaders play. 

You’re settling into bed when your phone buzzes with a text, Bucky’s name lighting up your screen. It’s a picture of the both of them. Ivar’s grinning like the cat who got the canary, blue eyes shining with childish glee. Bucky was kissing his cheek, Ivar’s black snapback sitting backwards on his head. 

Another picture followed a few minutes after. They were in the restroom, Ivar sitting on the sink with his hand palming his crotch. You could see Bucky’s reflection in one of the mirrors, one hand holding his phone and the other down his pants. 

The Crusaders won. I owe Ivar a treat.

You bit your lip, feeling that tell-tale tingle start to make its way up your spine. Both of your boys were unfairly attractive. You roll onto your stomach, shimmying your panties down your legs. If your boys could get a treat, why couldn’t you treat yourself? Rising on your knees, you keep your chest to the bed, slowly running your fingers through your folds. 

Oh, Ivar…..Bucky.” 

It takes only a handful of minutes before you’re coming undone, screeching your lovers’ names into the mattress. 

“Well, isn’t this a nice sight to come home to?” you hear a voice say behind you. Turning your head, you see both boys standing in the doorway with matching smirks on your faces.

“I bet we can make her scream louder.” Ivar wagers. 

“Deal.”

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And my brain has helpfully given me the mental image of a tipsy Cloud somehow getting on the subject of he himself having a not-so-secret praise kink and Sephiroth going “OMG THERE’S A NAME FOR THAT THANK YOU I UNDERSTAND THIS COMPLETELY,” but in a more subdued way. And then Sephiroth is able to get his kink fulfilled by the person of your choice the end.

Sephiroth tried to hold back the way his lips quirked, so very tempted to smile at the blond SOLDIER rested against his shoulder. “I think you may be a little drunk,” he said.

“Am not,” Cloud replied, affronted. “I am just saying, because this is important.”

“Important that I know how your fetishes work?”

“Well, yeah. You’re my boyfriend, right?”

“Certainly, but I am already well aware of how to turn you on.” Sephiroth’s voice dropped to something low and suggestive, lips brushing against the shell of Cloud’s ear.

Cloud lost his focus for a moment. “Oh. Aah, I know… I know that.” There was a hand sliding down his thigh now as well, and Cloud shivered beneath the possessive touch. “But I just. Wanna say. ‘Cause you might know how to turn me on, but I dunno if you know why.”

“Mm. If it is important to you, then I will listen.” Sephiroth would not, however, stop the light explorations of his fingers of Cloud’s body, even though Cloud looked very distracted by it for a moment.

“I really fucking love it when you call me good boy.”

“I have noticed.”

“‘Cause I was never good for anything. Nobody liked me back home, nobody liked me here for ages, I was always in the way or a pain or holding my unit back.”

“You know no one thinks that,” Sephiroth said, frowning gently.

“Not now so much. But… I would’ve done anything, to hear that I was wanted and appreciated and that I was doing something right. So when you tell me how good I am… I like that. It’s an actual thing. A praise kink.”

“Mm,” Sephiroth hummed in agreement. But he seemed oddly quiet. “Praise kink.”

Cloud nuzzled his head against Sephiroth’s shoulder, trying to prompt him into a response. Those casual touches had stilled, and Cloud was a little worried. “Is… that okay? It’s not weird or anything for you?”

“No,” Sephiroth said slowly. “I understand. Perhaps– I understand very well.”

Cloud tilted his head, eyes a little glassy from the alcohol, but making it clear he was open and ready to listen to whatever Sephiroth had to say regardless.

“The labs were not so different. No matter how flawless the performance, all that was relevant were the ways in which I could be improved.”

“You don’t need to be improved, I love you exactly as you are now,” Cloud said decisively. Clumsily, he turned around and crawled into Sephiroth’s lap, face to face with the man. He knew the labs were a sore point for Sephiroth, and Cloud was determined to let Sephiroth know things weren’t like that now.

“You are so good to me, you know that? I don’t mean just in bed but in bed too.” Cloud stopped for a moment to giggle. His hand reached up to Sephiroth’s face, tracing over his features with gentle care. “You’re so gorgeous. Sometimes I just look at you and it hits me in the gut how unfairly attractive you are, like, I’m trying to go about my day and then bam, instant hard-on.”

“Cloud,” Sephiroth said, attempting to draw Cloud away. Not that he particularly protested the course of their conversation, but Cloud really was a little tipsy.

Cloud only leaned in all the more, resting his forehead against Sephiroth’s and just breathing for a moment.

“You are so good, Sephiroth. You know that? You always give me exactly what I need. When you handle me roughly… nngh. And your cock. Your cock feels incredible when you shove it inside me. You always know just how to fuck me to make me feel good.” Cloud kissed Sephiroth’s lips. “It’s so good. You’re so good.”

“Cloud,” Sephiroth repeated, his voice sounding oddly rough.

“I love the way you touch me. I love the way you hold me when I come. I love you. Love you so much, Seph. You mean everything to me.”

Cloud.”

Cloud finally looked up at that, and only laughed again at the expression on Sephiroth’s face. He rolled his hips, clearly feeling the erection tenting Sephiroth’s leather pants. Of course, he was more than a little aroused himself, and grinding against Sephiroth only made them both moan.

“Ohh,” Cloud breathed. “Do… do you like that too, then? The praise thing?”

“Perhaps.”

Cloud’s dazed smile gradually morphed into more of a smirk. “I’ll keep telling you how good you are if you fuck me now,” he promised.

Sephiroth huffed a laugh, his hands settling on Cloud’s hips. “I believe that is an agreeable arrangement,” he purred.

Name’s Quill. Peter Quill. (Star-Lord x Reader)

As requested by anon: It would be super-duper awesome if you could write a peter quill insert where you kick some guys ass at a bar and then peters reaction to that.

You’d been fired, dumped, and knocked into a puddle of mud over the course of one day, and for that reason, you figured you deserved a very strong drink. You weren’t looking to get drunk, as all that would achieve is making you prone to more misfortunes, you just wanted something that burned your throat on the way down but left you with that nice, hazy feeling of relaxation that only alcohol could obtain. It was the only logical way to follow up such a shitty chain of events.  

The bar you selected was new in town, and probably more expensive than you could afford seeing as you were newly unemployed, but nonetheless, you were here and you had an order of fries coming.

As you sipped your drink, you winced a little. It certainly gave you that burning feeling you’d wanted, but maybe a little too much.

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slice of heaven

pairing: leonard snart/barry allen
word count: 1543
summary: Barry works in a bakery. Len keeps coming in to pick up cakes for his sister.
a/n: this took way too long to write lmao. but anyway, here is the next installment in my coldflash abc! and the c is for… cake :D i was origionally going to go for crying and then this… fluff fest happened lmao

read the rest of the abc here!

The bell above the door jingles, announcing the arrival of a new customer. Barry looks up from where he’d been carefully putting a freshly made cake into the display fridge, and nearly drops the whole thing when he sees the unfairly attractive man that has just entered the shop.

“Hello?” The man drawls, and god, even his voice is sexy. That’s just unfair.

Barry realizes he’s still crouching behind the counter, just staring at the man from between a red velvet and a carrot cake, and hastily gets up. “Yes! Uh, I mean, hi. Hello. Welcome?”

Unfairly Attractive Man looks entirely unimpressed. “I’m here to pick up a cake under the name of Snart,” he says, and okay, at least his name isn’t sexy. That’s like, a small relive.

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anonymous asked:

Winterboneless HC with road head

“You look unfairly attractive driving this car.” Ivar murmurs, pouting. Bucky merely grinned at his boyfriend, and Ivar had no doubt his eyes were sparkling in amusement behind those black shades of his. The soldier was dressed in a white tee, black leather jacket slung around his broad shoulders. Ivar was nearly salivating at the sight of those powerful thighs clad in tight black pants.

A cheeky grin started to spread across his face. He placed his hand on Bucky’s thigh, squeezing gently. His slid it up the muscle gently, palming over the crotch of his jeans. Bucky hisses in a breath, “What are you doing?”

“This car is hot. You’re hot. It’s making me hot.” Ivar explains, shrugging. He pops open the button, snaps the waistband of his boxers against Bucky’s skin. “I’m gonna blow you.”

“While I’m driving?” The surprise on his face makes Ivar snort.

“Lift your hips up, love.” Bucky, in all his stunned stupor, complies, raising his hips just enough that Ivar could free his cock out of it’s confines. It’s already half-hard. Ivar chuckles, raising an eyebrow. “Doesn’t seem like you’re against this idea. Eyes on the road.”

He ducks down, leaning over the console to lick a hot stripe up Bucky’s dick. The car lurches as Bucky gasps, fingers white-knuckling the steering wheel. “You swerve this vehicle again, and I won’t let you come.” 

Title: Peculiar Familiarity (Part 5)

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing: Marichat, some more implied Ladynoir

Word count: 1976 finally a chapter under 2k praise God

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

@kwiibi here’s the next part of your prize! This is definitely gonna end up being longer than initially planned, but I think it’ll turn out better for it.

I have other fics to update but honestly this one is coming to me the most easily so the other fics can just wait their turn

“This whole thing was just turning into more and more of a mess the longer they talked.”

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“Your princess?” Ladybug repeated. Her smile had dropped from her face entirely, replaced by shock.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

Chat Noir fumbled to save himself from the giant pit he had dug himself into. “Yeah, you know, like…it’s kind of like I’m a knight in shining armor, right?” He flexed his arms, pasting what he hoped was a convincingly playful grin on his face. “Protecting the princess from evildoers at night. So I…kind of call her Princess. I mean, I did before, too,” he added. “When she helped with the Evillustrator. It fit at the time, and it still sort of fits, so it stuck.”

She laughed, but it wasn’t the whole-hearted kind of laugh that she had earlier. It was quieter, weaker. Almost hurt. “Half the girls in Paris would be dying of envy if they knew you called someone Princess.”

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↠plain black coffee?

genre: barista! au; fluff/romance; humor

word count: 2.5k 

authors note: well i wasn’t expecting this to be this long but here you go 


  • college can be tiring
  • and morning are not fun
  • and sometimes you regret not living on campus
  • because when you have a 9am lecture you really wish you’d chosen to live much closer where you don’t have to wake up as early
  • or alternatively you didn’t have to take 9am lectures
  • but when you were joining you found a nice apartment with two bedrooms going surprisingly cheap
  • and you kinda wanted to live off campus because you feel it’ll give you more independence
  • so you and bestfriend! Joshua decided to move in to this apartment
  • which you later realise is going so cheap because of the dodgy heating, on and off hot water and the crappy internet connection
  • but it’s kind of fun because you and Joshua have been friends since you were tiny and it always seemed like a great idea to live together
  • but anyway these 9am lectures are the bane of your existence
  • and every day Joshua would offer you coffee before you leave
  • because apparently this goddamn perfect child does not have a problem waking up early

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Stop and Stare - Mikey Pearce Imagine

Summary: Most of your childhood had been spent at the Maynard’s house, and most of your adult life was spent at their apartment. One interaction with a friend of theirs makes you appreciate their influence in your life.

Requested: yes!

Word Count: 2077

Trigger Warnings: none

Author’s Note: I’ve never written about Mikey before, and hadn’t ever really considered it, but I absolutely fell in love with this request and had to write it! Even though i’m operating on about an hours sleep in the past thirty six hours, I am determined to continue posting one story a day. As per usual, please send your feedback/criticisms/requests towards me. Update - I actually fell asleep writing this.

Originally posted by iheartmyyoutubers


“Conor Paul Maynard, don’t you dare!” you shrieked as you backed away from your oldest friend carefully, eyeing the flour and eggs in his hands with clear distrust in your eyes. You did not trust that boy as far as you could throw him.

“Don’t do what, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N?” he snickered as he approached you, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Your eyes flickered from his flour-covered hands to your brand new shirt and squeaked uncomfortably, “Come on! All I want is a hug!” he cackled as he lunged towards you, his laughter only growing as you turned and ran as fast as you could towards Jack’s room.

You had been friends with Conor and Jack Maynard for as long as you could remember, having been in the same year as Jack in school and bonding with him over funny videos on YouTube when you were both in year nine, now nearly ten years later, you couldn’t imagine your life without them, or the friends that they’d picked up along the way.

You could hear Conor closing in behind you and squealed frantically as you bolted down the hallway to Jack’s room, sighing in relief as it came into view. Conor’s laughter could be heard down the hall behind you as you basically ripped open the bedroom door and all but threw yourself into his room.

Letting out a breath of relief, you slid down the back of his door, hands clutching your chest from where your heart was currently thumping against your rib cage erratically. Hearing the sound of someone clearing their throat obnoxiously, you looked up from your spot on the floor to see Jack and Josh looking at you suspiciously, next to them was a guy who reminded you oddly of Michael Buble.

Offering them an innocent smile, you let out an awkward giggle, “Oh um, hi guys, what’s happening?” you asked in what you hoped was an adorable manner. You could feel the heat of a blush crawling up your neck as all three boys looked at you as though you had three heads.

“What are you doing on my floor?” Jack asked abruptly, his hand already reaching down to pull you up off the floor, “I didn’t even know you were back from Brighton,” he commented as he helped you up. You took his hand with a small and bashful smile, hopping to your feet and smoothing out the creases in your jeans.

“Got back this morning, and then Conor tried to ambush me into baking with him,” You pointed out as you looked up at him before your eyes flitted over to the other two boys. “See you haven’t gotten a haircut yet, Joshua,” you quipped at the ginger boy, raising a single eyebrow at him as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“And deny you the pleasure of cutting my hair? I would never, Y/N!” he smirked, placing a hand over his heart jokingly. “Besides, I don’t want to put you out of a job, god knows how much you love cutting our hair,” he snickered, making you roll your eyes dramatically.

“Oh yeah, Josh, nothing brings me greater joy than having to stand on your toilet in order to cut your hair,” You huffed exaggeratedly before tugging him into a quick hug. “How’s that girl of yours? You gonna introduce us anytime soon?” you asked in a more serious tone of voice.

“And give the Maynard’s the opportunity to turn her off? Not bloody likely!” he snorting jokingly, making Jack squawk indignantly and shove Josh’s shoulder, muttering about how girls adored him and his charm.

Letting out a small laugh at the two roommates, you turned to the unknown boy and offered your hand to him shyly, “I don’t think we’ve met before, I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself, “You must be Mikey,” you guessed, knowing that he was the only one of Jack and Conor’s close friends that you hadn’t met yet.

“Uh yeah that’s um,” he stammered adorably before taking a deep breath and grinning, “What tipped you off?” he asked and you felt yourself about ready to melt from the adorableness of it all.

“The leather,” you giggled, gesturing to his leather jacket, which admittedly made you want to melt even more – you were a sucker for a boy in a leather jacket. “Jack and Conor are always going on about you and your leather,” you explained shyly, your fingers tugging at the loops of her jeans awkwardly.

You were no stranger to beautiful boys, being friends with Jack and Conor had ensured that; all of their friends that you had met were lovely people with hilarious personalities who were unfairly attractive. Some of your friends and family members, namely your mother, constantly questioned why you hadn’t ever tried to get with either of the boys, and your answer was always the same – because it’d be gross.

And that was the truth; you didn’t want to date either one of the Maynard’s, they were like annoying brothers to you and to date either of them would be super gross. You didn’t even want to date any of their friends, despite your co-workers’ commentary that it would undoubtedly advance your career. As attractive as they were, though, you would never use someone like that, they just weren’t your type.

Mikey though, you hadn’t reacted to a boy like this in a long time. You didn’t know whether it was his easy laughter or the twinkle in his eyes, but something about him calmed you. You couldn’t help but to smile up at him shyly as you both talked about the boys and how annoying they both were. It was obvious that he was nervous and flustered, but that only made him even more attractive to you

Your attention was disrupted when Conor came crashing through the door and lunged at you, catching you off guard and hauling you over his shoulder. “Aha! Got you!” he cackled, wiping his hands on your black jeans as he spun around with you slung over his shoulder, your body bouncing around like a rag doll in his arms.

“Conor!” you groaned, squirming in his grip as he spun all over the place, “You’re going to make me sick!” you whined, already feeling slightly nauseous from being semi-upside down over his bony shoulder. “And Jack will kill me if I vomit all over his floor,” you added, sighing in relief when you ended up feet first on the floor again.

It was at that moment that you had the very harsh realisation that you were supposed to be picking up your niece for lunch in fifteen minutes, on the opposite side of the city. And she would not be impressed if you were late, the little priss that she was.

“Shit! I’m meant to be picking up Y/N/N in ten minutes!” you squealed as you tore out of Jack’s room, picking up your stuff from the couch and shrugging on your coat. “Conor, call me after your date tonight!” you called over your shoulder while shoving your feet into your shoes. You couldn’t believe you had been in that room, in that conversation with Mikey for so long.

“Alright, love you!” your best friend’s voice called back, alongside Jack’s and Josh’s, making you smile. You were blessed when you thought about it, and you wouldn’t have sacrificed it for the world.

“Not as much as I love Jack,” you shouted, giggling loudly at the argument that broke out between the Maynard’s over which one you loved more at that moment in time. You rolled your eyes at them both as you let yourself out, a small smile on your face as you thought of the happiness that a simple morning cuppa could bring.

It was much later that evening, after you had returned home from meeting with your niece and sister, and were busy watching Captain America for the billionth time in a row, that a sharp knock at your door interrupted you. Looking down at your ripped leggings and an oversized sweater, you realised you probably weren’t suitable to have company, but seeing as it was most likely Conor with a six pack of beer and Chinese food, you got up to let him in.

Turns out you should have changed.

To say that you were surprised to see Mikey there and not your best friend would have been a gross understatement, and you were sure that was evident in your tone of voice. “Mikey!” you exclaimed upon seeing him on the other side of your door, “This certainly is a surprise,” you commented, feeling more than flustered at the sudden appearance, “Do you want to come in?” you asked him shyly.

“No, no, it’s fine I just um, well you see, uh I didn’t have your number, otherwise I would have called, and then Jack blurted out that you lived at the end of the hall and I wasn’t sure if you would be busy with Conor but then he sent Jack a snap chat of the girl he’s with so I figured I’d just stop by –“ he rambled before shaking his head quickly, seeming to realise that he was waffling. You doubted he realised how cute it was, though.

“And then today, I kind of thought you and Conor were a thing and it was shattering because you’re so beautiful and all the pretty girls love Conor but then you and Jack were close too and I didn’t know what to think and how could I have lost my chance so quickly,” he rambled out, his face growing redder and redder with each passing second.

“Mikey,” You interrupted him, a small and shy yet fond smile on your face as you looked up at him. “First of all, I’d never date Conor or Jack; Conor is basically my brother and Jack is too much like my actual brother, and he’s obsessed with his reflection,” you giggled softly, “Secondly, Do you want to grab lunch sometime or like a cup of coffee or something?” you asked him shyly, whether it was a date or not, you felt the inherent need to spend more time with it, and he did seem to be quite interested in you. You just hoped that you weren’t misinterpreting the situation.

“Like a date?” he blurted out, his cheeks turning the most wonderful scarlet colour at your invitation, the amazed grin on his face making you want to melt into a puddle.

“Yeah, like a date, unless you’d rather just be friends, which is fine too, I just thought that you might want it to be a date since you are standing at my front door with no shoes on,” you giggled softly, leaning against the half-open door as you looked up at him.

“Um yes, I’d like that a lot, are you free on Thursday?” he asked, seeming to gain a bit of his confidence back as you watched his back straighten up a bit and his chest puff out. You also noted how broad his shoulders were … and how great your legs would look slung over them. You blushed deeply at that thought, before realising that you hadn’t answered him. And fucking hell, if that smirk on his face wasn’t the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

“Thursday would be perfect,” you smiled shyly, sure that if the open door hadn’t been there then you would have been on the floor in a puddle of your own tears and giddiness.

Grinning, he ducked forward and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, causing that area of your face to burn bright, “See you on Thursday,” he smirked again before disappearing down the hall again.

You closed the door with a happy sigh, sliding down the back of it and wrapping your arms around your knees tightly as the warm feeling in your chest spread over your entire body. You let out a loud laugh as you heard the faint sounds of Mikey yelling, “She said yes!” in The Maynard’s apartment a few doors down. Something about him gave you hope that things would be good, that maybe your non-existent love life was about to improve.

Your laugh only deepened as you then heard the sound of heavy footsteps thundering down the hall and the sound of someone banging on your door frantically.

“Whattaya mean you’d never date me?! I’m fucking handsome!”  


Thank you so much for all the requests and feedback/responses to Shape of You, it’s been so great, I currently have about four requests to do, of which 3 are about Jack, 2 are about Joe and 1 is about Conor, so if you have any Josh/Oli/Mikey/Caspar one’s then send them in!

p.s Oli is actually my favourite of all of them

suchitis  asked:

9. For the October challenge with Phichit and anyone else you'd like to scare a bit 😂

9: A fun, creepy night of urban exploration gets the character(s) into trouble.

1. This is a college/frat AU because why the heck not
2. credit: https://detroit.curbed.com/maps/thirteen-haunted-creepy-or-spooky-detroit-places
3. putting all of these below cuts just in case

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anonymous asked:

Once Lance and Pidge are in the point in the relationship where they're pretty much dating but not dating, Pidge off hand jokes that Lance wouldn't like her cause he thought she was a boy until she revealed her sex(masking her insecurities fcourse) and Lance is just like yeah, but you were an unfairly attractive boy and 6/6 would 100% kiss and that's how Pidge finds out Lance started liking her when she was posing as a he

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Someone He Loves | Liam Dunbar Imagine

request ; Can you do an imagine where the reader (who happens to look like Camila Cabello) is Stiles’ little sister who is Liam’s age and she’s attacked by Theo in his wolf form. The reader is put into the hospital and the Dread Doctors & Theo make a visit to her. Liam finds out about her being attacked and he’s upset since she doesn’t know about the supernatural? Please and thank you! 

word count ; 1764

warnings ; minor swearing (like two words), violent thoughts (lookin at you mr raeken), blood.

a/n ; changed it up just a little, left out the camila part because i couldn’t figure out how to casually throw that in there lmfao. theo wasn’t in his wolf form either, and the dread doctors didn’t come after her in the hospital because at first i really did try to make it work but i feel like the way i wrote it worked out well, too. hope you enjoy it anyway, love. also, i’m sorry i got this up a bit late, i knew i was going to write this but i hadn’t gotten in the mood until a little while ago. and i probably went overboard with this but i like how it turned out, so. oh well.

So maybe you weren’t supposed to out this late, that was definitely probable. But you weren’t a child anymore, you were sixteen, and Stiles was going to have accept that fact that you actually had friends other than Scott. You had snuck out, Stiles was pissed, and you were determinedly walking home even though Stiles had told you that he was coming to pick you up.

A boy quickly fell into step next to you, a charming grin displayed on his face as he offered to walk you home, seeing as it was midnight and he, quote, “wanted to make sure the pretty girl got in alright.” You accepted, because he was a cute boy and you were a naive girl who didn’t know that this was Theo Raeken, and he wasn’t just talking to you to be nice. Then again, you were still in the dark about the entire supernatural existence, so it wasn’t all that unexpected for Theo to go after the girl with the most reason to trust him. 

“You’re Y/N Stilinski, right?” He asked, already knowing the answer to that question before you smiled at him and replied. He sent you another grin back, resting the urge to knock you out and kill you right there. But not yet. He wanted to make sure it tore Stiles Stilinski apart from the inside out to find your pretty little body bleeding and broken, not to mention make sure that it caused some sort of pain to each of member of the McCall pack.

“Uh, yeah, and I believe you’re Theo Raeken, though I’m not quite sure since Stiles described you as a sneaky bastard who’s unfairly attractive, so…” You laughed, running a hand through your hair and subconsciously reminding yourself to not start rambling like an idiot in front of the cute boy.

Bitch. “I can’t tell if I’m supposed to be insulted or flattered, so I’m just going to ignore that,” Theo chuckled, feeling another urge to kill you pass over him. ”So, you and your brother, are you close?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, I’d say we’re pretty close. Why?” 

“Oh, nothing, I just know that sometimes siblings with even minor age gaps don’t share that much of a bond, I was curious,” Theo recited easily, flashing you another reassuring smile. “What about his friends? Are you close with them?”

You nodded again, smiling brightly as you answered. “Oh, yeah, definitely! I’ve known Scott my whole life, he’s just another older brother. Lydia is basically my older sister, too, and there was another girl, Allison, and she was a sister to me as well. Kira and Malia are always really nice to me, and Liam is sort of complicated. We’re kind of dating but…I don’t even know, really.” You looked over at Theo, about to ask him if he had met anyone in town yet, but his entire demeanor had changed. His lighthearted grin was now a smirk, his eyes no longer friendly, just cold and calculating. 

“Perfect,” he said softly, twisting a strand of your hair around his finger. Before you could ask what he was doing, his eyes were glowing gold, and he wasn’t just some creepy kid. He was terrifying, claws and fangs extended as he slammed your head against the concrete, knocking you out right there on the pavement. It might have been enough to kill you, but he wasn’t about to check. This would be enough to hurt them all. He leaned down toward you, whispering in your ear, “Who knows? Maybe you’ll even live long enough for your stupid older brother to explain why you shouldn’t go walking around in the dark.”


“Y/N was supposed to wait for me, Scott! Dammit!” Stiles was speeding down another road, Scott doing his best to calm his friend down, Liam looking terrified in the back seat. He sat pale and rigid, jaw clenched as he glared out the window, hoping to catch even a glimpse of you. To make sure you were alright. Stiles slammed his hand on the steering wheel, nearly spinning the rundown jeep into the side of a house. Scott grabbed the steering wheel back before Stiles could do any real damage, but he had never seen his best friend like this before, so frantic. 

“Stiles, I promise we’ll find her, but we can’t do that if we’re all in the hospital. Please, just slow down,” Scott cast a glance at Liam in the mirror, seeing his anxious expression and hearing his racing heartbeat. “Liam looks like he’s going to be sick.” 

It wasn’t the car ride that was making Liam want to throw up, it was the prospect of finding you. He was so scared that when they finally got to you, it’d be too late. His hands were shaking when he went to brush away the tears that were threatening to pour down his cheeks. His head snapped up suddenly, and he inhaled sharply, met with the tangy smell of…

“Blood,” Scott muttered, eyes searching the street in front of them. “I smell blood. Pull up here. Now.” Stiles obeyed immediately, parking in the first available spot. Liam was the first to tumble out of the car, taking off in the direction of the scent. 

He screeched to a stop when he saw, splayed out on the ground and a pool of blood around your head. He dropped to his knees, listening for a heartbeat. It was weak, really weak, but it was there. He wasn’t sure for how long. He took you in his arms, shutting his eyes and trying to absorb your pain. 

There wasn’t anything to absorb. If you weren’t in pain, did that mean…

His heart lurched, and he squeezed his eyes shut, but even that couldn’t stop the steady flow of tears that were making their way down his face. “Oh, God. Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he murmured, stroking your face. He stood up, balancing you in his arms and carrying you toward Stiles’ jeep at an alarming speed. Scott and Stiles were waiting there, and Stiles looked like he wanted to die right there when he saw the state you were in. “We-we have to get her to the hospital, Scott, please, help me lift her into the car -” Sensing Liam’s oncoming hysteria, the boys lifted the girl into the backseat, Liam cradling her head in his lap, unaware of the dark blood now staining his pants from just holding her. 

Stiles probably broke about ten different laws that night, the way he was driving, but nobody cared. Liam was in the backseat watching the girl he loved bleed out, Scott was terrified that the girl he had come to think of his younger sister might die, and Stiles wanted to die himself, knowing that he had refused to arm you with the knowledge of the supernatural world that could’ve spared you. 


Seven hours later, Liam was standing in the hospital waiting room, nervously playing with his hands and shifting uncomfortably due to the pants that Stiles had supplied with him. They were two sizes too large. He hadn’t left the hospital since you were brought here.

Everyone refused to let him see you. Everyone. They said to give you another hour in surgery, because you could have a serious concussion, but all he wanted was to go in there and take away any sort of pain you were feeling, and hold your hand to ease the pain that he was feeling. The worst part was that you hadn’t even known about the supernatural. Maybe if he had told you like had wanted to in the first place, maybe if he hadn’t listened to Stiles, you would’ve been able to protect yourself better. Maybe Liam could’ve protected you better. But you hadn’t known. And he hated himself for being too scared of your brother to tell you.

Stiles exited your room, looking exhausted and thoroughly upset. He had tear tracks on his cheeks, and his eyes were bloodshot. He had been in there nearly five hours, probably not sleeping a bit since he got in there. He blinked at Liam, as if surprised that the kid was still there. The circles under Liam’s blue eyes were dark, and the poor kid looked like he hadn’t stopped crying, his eyes were still watery. He looked up at Stiles, pleading with his eyes. Let me see her. Please. Stiles nodded, pushing open her door and shutting it once Liam entered. 

Liam was by your side in a second, already lacing your fingers together and giving your hand a soft, supportive squeeze. He was content just sitting there, holding your hand like he had wanted to. He closed his eyes, and let himself drift off to sleep, his head falling onto his chest. 

You woke up a little while after that, and though the nurses insisted on directing Liam back into the waiting room, you had made sure they didn’t touch him. You wanted him near you. When everyone else had cleared out of your room, you woke him up. He jolted in his chair, eyes bright once he saw you awake and smiling weakly. 

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice cracked. He hugged you tightly, breathing deeply into your shoulder and almost breaking down again. You rubbed his back soothingly, knowing that he was too upset to speak. You weren’t even in pain anymore, but you knew he was. When he pulled away, he opened his mouth to apologize to you a thousand times over, but you interrupted him. 

“I don’t want to hear about how sorry you are. It’s not your fault, you couldn’t have done anything, Li,” you stroked his hair gently, cupping his cheek. He went to protest again, but you shook your head. “Stiles told me everything. And even if I had known before, the bastard would have found some way to get to me. I’m human, I can’t fight. So don’t blame yourself, alright?” 

He nodded, smiling at you softly before taking you in his arms again. He was still going to blame himself. He was still going to insist that it was his fault, that there was something he could’ve done to prevent this. Now, he was going to take every precaution out there to make sure you never got hurt this bad again. If that meant training you to fight, so be it. If that meant forcing Scott to give you the fight, then he’d do his best. Anything to keep you safe.

Anything to keep you alive.