#perky bun alert!!!

[unhinged-nymph]

Look at them! 💙♥️💚

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

Hey bestie can u make a eren x reader one shot where eren just won’t let the reader move on🙃

thank u anon for this lovely idea

scumbag!eren x crybaby!fem!reader

WARNINGS: dubcon/noncon, past toxic relationship, slut-shaming, possessive behavior, yandere tendencies,

WC: 1.8k

He pins your wrists against the dingy bathroom tiles with an unrelenting grip, and you swear you've never felt more claustrophobic in your life.

The dark-haired boy eyes the glitter on your cheekbones, the neon-colored eyeliner, the rogue on your lips, and the black satin of your mini dress exposing a substantial amount of plush thighs. He's never seen you like this-never allowed you like this before.

You almost feel like uncharted territory but nothing escapes his observant nature. From the tremble of your lips, and the water starting to collect in your lower lash lines, Eren knows this you. Maybe not who you were pretending to be in the strappy heels, low neckline, and the party-girl masquerade you put on in front of your shallow ditzy friends, but he knows who you really are. Vulnerable. Scared of your own shadow.

"E-eren,' You stammer, "Please let me go." You try not to think about the voice cracks, trying to sound as assertive as you could without meeting his eyes. Eren, of course, thinks you look like a baby mouse. Hopeless and trapped.

"Don’t you miss me?" He mummers into the nape of your neck. You have an explosive No prepared in the roof of your mouth, ready to sound out the single syllable, until his hand, adorned with chunky silver rings, covers your mouth, muffling your whimpers. You could taste the metal.

“It’s a rhetorical question.” He’s smirking, green eyes lit up dangerously under the too-white bright lights, “Let me talk okay? I just want you to listen.”

All you’ve ever been doing is letting him walk and talk over you. And then when you finally got the nerve to stand up for yourself-

“I haven’t seen you the past three months” his low voice interrupts your contemplation, “It’s like you’ve been ignoring me.” He finishes flatly, his thin lips stretched into a line. His multitude of ear piercings catches the light, glinting sharply.

It’s too overpowering, his close proximity after going cold turkey. His presence is like a drag of a cigarette after not smoking for months. Hurts your lungs but the remnants of what you used to feel with the sudden rush of nicotine bubbling up again. Because when all is said and done, you’re still deliriously attracted to him. And you hate yourself for it.

You try to focus on the other sensations, sensations that aren’t busy on the feel of his warm breath or his hands holding yours down. You can still hear the song playing from the club.

All my bitches feel like I dodged the county

Fucking with you feel like jail n——-

Yeah, it really did.

Changing tactics, he holds you by your neck instead, giving your aching wrists sweet relief but that relief is nothing compared to the panic of having his beefy hand on your thrumming pulse.

His grasp wasn’t tight. You could breathe, but it was the kind of tight that let you know he would go tighter if you didn’t listen properly. React properly.

“You’re fucking ignoring me again” he’s practically growling the words out, baring all teeth, “I know I’m pretty difficult to tune out, so I would like to know what the fuck you’re thinking about.”

His hand leaves your delicate throat- his knee between your thighs keeps you in place- to roam down the satin of your dress, the fabric clinging to every curve. You hate how scrutinizing his viridian eyes are, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over the previous hot-girl-summer confidence.

He hated how good you looked on the dance floor, laughing with your stupid friends like you had lost all your inhibitions. Hated that you looked so good, everyone could see it. Hated how you didn't notice his eyes boring holes into you. Do you remember the time how you used to be hyper-focused around him? Aware of every movement, aware of every tonal shift?

And now you didn't even look at him.

"Are you thinking of other guys? I saw you grinding on those men like a slut." He presses his body deeper, "Have you fucked any other guys since we broke up? You must have. I know how slutty your pussy is"

You bite down on his hand. Hard.

You're counting on his reflexes, for him to retract his hand and give you an opportunity to run to the door. But Eren has been fighting for years and predicts your maneuver. With a calculated sidestep, Eren lets go of his hand, before promptly slamming you against the bathroom wall again but this time front-first.

Clouds dance in your vision, and you're sure you would have fallen by now if not for him holding you up. Eren uses this newfound position to his advantage by groping your ass, rutting his dick against your backside.

Deciding to be petty, you let the spite-coated venom escape your pretty lips, "Yeah. I fucked so many boys, and they were so much better than y-"

Anger blinded him. Roughly, he turned you around to face him once more, forcing you to look up at the green-eyed monster. He flipped your dress up, nearly ripping it during the process, shoved your lacy panty aside, and plunged his fingers inside. He felt a visceral sense of validation course through him at finding wetness coating his slender fingers to your utter mortification.

"Liar. I know you haven't been fucking anyone else." His smile is all teeth, pearly white and sharp,

You gulp, feeling sweat beading down your neck and arousal pooling at the bottom of your stomach. Damn yourself.

"You don't know that."

He looks almost feral, green eyes in slits and hair all mussed up, falling out of his usual bun. The top few buttons of his black button-up are left unfastened giving you a gracious view of his smooth muscular chest, and the dangling silver cross-chain.

"No, I do. See a little birdie told me all you've been doing the past few months is crying yourself to sleep, and eating frozen meals. This is the first time you've been out since I broke up with you, huh?" Condescension drips with every word.

He thumbs away the tear falling down your cheek with a mocking kindness and adds, "There, there. Don't cry. Good thing I happened to be here tonight, right?"

You're full-blown crying now, too upset to care if you're smudging your make-up. This is the real you. This is how Eren remembers you.

"Awe, my precious little crybaby, don't worry. You came here tonight looking for dick? I'll give it to you. It's okay," He coos, breath tickling the shell of your sensitive ears. Well, every part of you felt sensitive right now.

You're rubbing your eyes, sniffling, "E-exactly. You b-broke up with me, so why are you here? Why can't you just let me be?"

The dark-haired boy sighs, and with an uncharacteristic softness, leans his head down to press his forehead against yours, and intertwines his hand with yours, noses almost touching.

"To be honest, it was just to teach you a lesson." A soft exhale, "I didn't think you'd actually stay broken up with me." He's crushing your fingers now, "Didn't think we'd be broken up with for real."

Your eyes flash with indignation, feeling your body surge with an emotion you couldn't qualify, "I don't care. Yeah, I was sad but god, you were a terrible boyfriend! I'm so much better off without you. All those lonely nights are still better than any night I've ever had with you!"

You're breathless by the time you're done.

"Done with your little monologue?"*

You can feel your shoulders shaking, and you almost want to laugh from the indecorousness of it all. How could he not care? Was this how little you mattered to him?

"I know you're lying because" Without any preamble, he shoves his fingers inside of you again, finding that spongy spot that made your knees weak, eliciting a soft moan from your downturned mouth, "You're wet. And you want me."

"In fact," an edge of excitement colors his voice, "I bet your insides are still molded to fit my dick."

It's hard to talk when one thumb is violently brushing over your clit, and his tongue is forced into your mouth, drowning any whines of protests. You close your eyes, focusing and unfocusing. A hand snakes up your dress to fondle your tits and tease your perky nipples.

It's just one sensation over another, and your sex-deprived body was welcoming all these feelings with open arms. Eren knows your body like it came with an instruction manual and that manual advised him to bite your earlobe, which was especially sensitive. He knew where on your collarbone you liked to be marked, how hard you wanted your nipples pinched, and how you could ride his face with complete abandon.

But right now, he didn't want to pleasure you. He's coaxed enough orgasms out of you throughout your relationship.

He unbuckles his belt and frees his long slender cock, the head a flushed angry red, dribbling with precum. He lines his full-mast cock to your entrance. Fully alert as to what was about to happen, pretty pleas of "no Eren, please don't, no" are falling out of your mouth, wide starlit eyes dotted with pearlescent tears. He kisses the top of your head like the way he always used to.

And then he thrusts himself inside. You give up so easily, he thinks. Do you even realize how you're swinging your hips on your own accord? How you're wrapping your lush legs around his waist to pull him deeper?

His pace is ruthless, making your head bob up and down. Moans and grunts drown out the music from the club. You're begging him to slow down.

"You're mine. Always mine. Always were. Can't fucking believe you really thought-" He doesn't even finish his thought because a violent shudder rips throughout his body.

Your nails are digging into his back, so sharp it could have been clawed. You could feel yourself right on the edge-

The door shakes to reveal a tall young man with slicked-back blond hair with a frat-boy laugh.

"Holy shit! Eren?!"

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckcufkcufkcufckfuckfuckfuckfuc

Shame burns your face. You have no choice but to cover yourself behind Eren's broad frame. You're just hoping to every god he'll go away, and keep this to himself.

Your dark-haired ex-boyfriend turns around to face the blond, "A little busy here, Porco. Shut the door. I'm uh, getting reacquainted with someone."

"Goddamn. Is that ___" You don't even have to look at Porco to recognize how impressed he was.

"Get out Porco." Eren growls.

The door closes with a loud thud.

You're borderline hysterical at this point begging Eren to get out of you, but his grip on your hips is iron-tight.

Outside you hear stunned gasps, but one phrase stands out to your straining ears: "Yeah, I guess they're back together."

Eren kisses the top of your head once more, "After I fuck you, we'll go home together girlfriend."

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* {A/N}: This line "Done with your little monologue?" is inspired by this delicious fic by @hotwings0203.

[tvdiaries-imagines]

Old Flame: Pt. 10

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 2993

OLD FLAME MASTERLIST: CLICK HERE

Your lids opened, waking up from a long slumber. It took a few blinks for you to remember that you are underneath the covers of Klaus’s bed. However, you discovered that he is not beside you, but the thought of him refreshed your delicious memory with him last night. You should feel ashamed for allowing him in your pants, but you didn’t care. Every bit of it was completely worth it to you.

As you sat up and stretched, your nose caught the scent of a dark red liquid in a glass sitting on the bedside table. Luckily Klaus locked his bedroom door on his way out because you are wearing nothing but your panties. The rest of your clothing is scattered across the floor. 

You peeled the covers off of you and set your feet to the floor, savoring the delicious blood.

A moment later, you set the now empty glass back to its original spot before leaning down to throw on your pants. But instead of completing your wardrobe with your shirt, you decided to search through Klaus’s dresser drawers for a clean shirt of his. You know he wouldn’t mind at all. 

After skimming through the first drawer, you find a black t-shirt that you’re considering wearing and threw it over your shoulder. You opened the drawer below it, minorly hoping there are more shirt options to choose from. 

To your luck, Klaus had plenty. You skimmed through yet again, determined to find one soft enough to your liking. Underneath one of the folded shirts that you slightly lifted, you noticed a small box hiding underneath it. 

Your curiosity got the better of you and you pulled it out of its hiding spot. It is a small, black velvet box that fits perfectly in the palm of your hand. It had a black satin heart engraved on top. 

You assumed the box was something Klaus had to hideaway for safe keeping from witches or even a Mikaelson family jewel. You decided to just throw on the first shirt you picked out before opening the little mystery box. 

Opening the box, it revealed a stunning diamond ring of what looks to be 6 carats. 

An engagement ring?

You wondered why Klaus would have an engagement ring in his possession, but you figured that maybe he’s holding onto it for Elijah to give to Hayley.  

The ring was so beautiful that you couldn’t take your eyes off of it and after a moment of admiring, you noticed there was an engraving inside. You set the box over the dresser drawer and pulled the ring out so that you can examine the writing inside of the band.

‘Always & forever. Y/N & Niklaus.’

Your hand flung to your mouth as you gasped and your eyes widened in shock while the rest of your body stiffened. Surprisingly, you didn’t drop it on the wooden floor from your state of shock. But you couldn’t believe your very eyes, instantly welling up with tears from this discovery. 

You wondered how long Klaus has had this for and why he even kept it. It’s been over a year since you’ve broken up with him. There’s no way he would’ve recently gotten it. You just started your journey on repairing your relationship. 

After what felt like a lifetime that you were stuck staring at that damn ring, you set it back neatly inside the box and stomped out of the bedroom. 

“Nik!” You shouted, voice echoing through the compound. Your eyes glanced around every corner of the vicinity as you searched for the hybrid on the second floor. “Nik!” 

A part of you had the urge to see him this instant but another part of you didn’t want to face him at all. You had no idea what you plan on saying to him anyways. 

Should you be happy that he’s held onto it, knowing that you’d return to him someday? 

Or should you be upset that he’s held onto it as a reminder of the life you could’ve had if you never left him or if he tried harder to keep you? 

You have no fucking clue. 

A figure exits from the room just ahead of you, but it wasn’t Klaus. It’s the mother of his child, Hayley. “Hey Y/N. Klaus actually just left for a quick sec to pick up breakfast for you. You sure got him wrapped around your finger, huh?” She said with an impressed tone. 

“Oh.” You said rather calmly, but inwardly you were screaming. 

“But Elijah’s here if you-”

“No!” The word left your mouth before you could stop yourself and Hayley flinched from surprise. You quickly lower your tone in a calmer manner. “Sorry. Elijah and I aren’t 100% in the best terms right now.” 

Hayley chuckled. “Join the club, Y/N.” Her eyes couldn’t help but flicker at the object in your hand. “Hey, Klaus still...has that?” She asked, eyes narrowed.

“You know about the ring?”

“I sure do.” Hayley looked away nervously after realizing her answer was too perky. “Sorry, I know it’s kind of weird coming from me because Klaus and I...you know.” She glanced awkwardly at the ceiling. 

“Um, yeah.” You dragged on the last word, feeling slightly uncomfortable as you refrain from imagining Klaus and Hayley having sexual intercourse.

“Here. Let’s go sit down and I’ll tell you everything.” 

Hayley turned on her heel once she knew you were going to follow behind, leading you inside the nearest room. There are two couches facing each other, so you both sat on each one. 

“I just wanted to clear the air with you and let you know that there was never anything romantic between Klaus and I.” Haley started, clearing her throat, “We were both drunk one day and it just happened. I mean, at the time, I heard that he used to have a girl but I didn’t think the relationship was that serious. I mean, come on, it’s Klaus. Evil hybrid and all.” 

You chuckled at her last remark. “Okay yeah, I get it. Klaus is…Klaus. But how did you find out about the ring?”

“Well the next morning, I was just randomly wandering around his study. Then I was being nosey and saw that little box.” Her eyes briefly peered at the ring box. “I opened it thinking it would be diamond earrings or something, but when I saw it was a ring, like a full on engagement looking ring, I was so shocked. And when Klaus caught me, he went berserk and nearly choked me to death.” She widened her eyes. “Then I ran out of there when he finally let me go.” 

“Wow,” was all you could muster. 

“And to be honest with you Y/N, I’ve never seen so much heartache in someone’s eyes.” Hayley said seriously. “I could tell he was trying so hard to hide it.” 

“I had no idea about any of this.” You let out a sigh, frowning at the little box in your hand. “I wish I never found this thing to be honest with you.”

“Yeah. I’m just surprised Klaus still kept that.” 

“Me too.” Your shoulders dropped. “I don’t even know what to think or feel. What if I never left him? Or what if I never agreed to even come here? This is...this is too much.” 

“Honestly I don’t know what to tell you, Y/N. But sorry again. I hope it’s not weird talking about all this with me.”

“Don’t worry about it, Hayley. That happened so long ago and me and Klaus were broken up at the time. So it’s not weird to me anymore. I’ve accepted it.”

“Oh really?” She blinked in disbelief. 

“Yeah and I’m not perfect either. Back in Mystic Falls, I’ve been living under the same roof as someone that I’ve slept with before I even met Nik.” 

“Well.” She blinked, the corner of her lip quirking up. “I’m glad we’re able to clear the air. And it’s also nice having another woman around here. Especially one who can handle being around Klaus.” 

“Yeah, Nik sure is a handful.” You shake your head. 

“He needs you more than he knows, you know.” Hayley stood and patted you on the shoulder before leaving you alone in the vicinity. 

After you took a moment to yourself to register that entire conversation, you made your way to your bedroom instead of back to Klaus’s bedroom, setting that vile little box over the dresser drawer as you paced back and forth, incredibly anxious for Klaus’s return. 

In the blink of an eye, a strong figure runs behind you and covers your mouth with excessive force. You were on high alert and your first instinct was to kick and scream, but your screams could not be heard. This was by far the worst timing to be kidnapped or killed right now. 

“Y/N stop squirming. It’s me.” A familiar voice whispered in your ear as if not wanting to be heard by Hayley and Elijah’s expert hearing. When you registered who it was, you instantly stopped fighting, brows raised in surprise. You were guided to the en suite bathroom, hand still covered over your mouth as he turned on the faucet to drown out his voice. “I promise I’m not here to hurt you. I’m actually here to warn you. So nod your head for me that you’re not going to run for the hills or scream like a maniac.” Kai Parker murmured cautiously. 

You slowly nodded your head and he released his hand, turning you to face him. You felt the bile rise up in your throat and your lips drew back in a snarl just by looking at his face, reminding yourself that he siphoned you the last time you’ve seen him. 

Kai continued, “okay so, Mommy Mikaelson is planning something. I don’t know what exactly. All I know is that you’re involved. So I-”

And just like that, your palm smacked his cheek without missing a beat. The heretic’s face squirmed. 

“Yup. Yeah.” He exhaled with ache. “I definitely deserve that.”

Your arms crossed over your chest, a satisfied smirk strewn across your face. “Uh huh.” 

“Anyhow, so-”

“Why do you care anyways, Kai? You basically left me to die in that cemetery.”

“So sorry, hunny bun. I-I was mad. And you know how I get when I’m mad.” He fake pouted. “Anyways, that’s not the point. I need you far away from here.”

“Okay well thanks for your concern, but no thanks.” You took large strides to the bedroom, opening the French door to the balcony even wider, gesturing for him to exit the vicinity. “Goodbye, Kai.”

“Are you even listening to me? I’m trying to keep you safe.” 

“Well I have one thousand year old vampires that can keep me safe here. I’ll be fine, Kai.”

“Still stubborn as ever, Princess. Tsk tsk.” He feigned disapproval, shaking his head. 

Before you could take another breath, you are knocked out cold. 

(Later…)

When you wake up from being knocked out by Malachai Fucking Parker, you realize you are not planted over the mattress of a bed. Instead, you are buckled in the passenger seat of a car. A car that is in motion on a deserted road. 

To your left, you noticed Kai is the driver and you used your vampire speed to attack him, but there is an invisible barrier between you two. “Nice try, hunny bun.” 

“Motherfucker.” You cursed. All cars have doors, so you took a risk and decided to open your passenger door, regardless of how much it’s going to hurt. Especially at the speed Kai is driving. But you groaned in defeat, realizing it’s spelled shut. 

He snickered. “Nice try. I’ll give you an A for effort though.” 

“You just love hiding behind your spells, don’t you?” You glared at the heretic, you anger coiling in your stomach. “If it weren’t for this magical barrier, I’d fucking skin you alive right now.”

“Ouch.” Kai exclaimed sarcastically.

“Seriously what is wrong with you, Kai? Where are you taking me?”

“Mystic Falls.” 

“What?!” Your brows snapped together, hands clenched into fists. “Are you crazy? Turn the car around. Turn the car around now, Kai!”

“No can do, princess. We’re already an hour out.” 

“So you’re telling me you’re going to drive half a day all the way to mystic falls? Are you insane?”

“Yup.” 

“Unbelievable.” You shake your head in disbelief, appalled at this naive heretic. Little does he know the mess he’s getting himself into. “You know this is suicide right. Klaus is probably already scouring New Orleans looking for me. And sooner or later, he’s going to find me.” 

“Good luck. His mom is after him and all the witches hate him. They’d never do any favors for him.” Kai remarked. 

You rolled your eyes and leaned back in your seat as you allow yourself to sink lower and lower in defeat because you cannot escape this godforsaken car. 

“You don’t know Klaus like I do.” You mentioned. “He always finds a way. He finds their weakness and uses it to threaten them to do his bidding.” 

“Exactly why I hate his guts.” He said with evident distaste. 

“Okay so you’re going to take me to Mystic Falls and then what?”

“Don’t worry about it. Leave that up to me.” 

Suddenly you shot up in your seat. “Did you forget that Esther is an all powerful witch. She will find me and you. No matter how many spells you use to cloak us.”

“I’m fine with taking the risk for your safety, Princess.” 

“I appreciate it Kai, but I’m just as safe, if not safer with Klaus.” 

“Keep telling yourself th-” Kai suddenly groaned in agony as if he just got hit with the worst vampire migraine, releasing his grasp on the steering wheel. Because of this, you began to panic because he lost control of the vehicle. 

“Kai! The wheel!” You shouted in utter panic, reaching for the wheel but you are still blocked by the invisible barrier Kai had made. 

The heretic’s agonizing pain continued and the car began to spin out of control because of the speed he was originally going and he pressed his foot on the gas. There’s no doubt that this is all Esther’s doing because there’s no way in hell that Klaus would allow you to get hurt.

For a moment you forgot that Kai also spelled the door lock, so you weren’t able to vamp speed out of the car. “Kai! Focus! Please focus on the wheel!” You cried out in desperation. 

“I...Ah! I can’t!” After one more throaty groan, he is knocked out cold, the dead weight of his head drooping down. And after one glance at him, you look forward and the uncontrollable car is making its way to a large tree. You braced yourself for the pain to come. 

(Later…)

Waking up was not satisfying. How long you’ve been out is a mystery but it must have been long because you are incredibly parched. Scanning your surroundings, you realize you are in an unfamiliar area, but it looks to be a tomb of a cemetery. Your brows furrow as you realize you may be in the Lafayette Cemetery. Your hands are tied behind you as you’re sitting on the ground. You squirm and attempt to free yourself of the bindings, but you fail. It must be spelled. “Fucking Esther.” You spat to yourself. Now you’re wondering where the hell Kai is and what did she do to him since he betrayed her. 

Across the way, you spotted a figure with its arms spread like an eagle, each wrist tied tightly. Squinting your eyes, you decipher that it’s Elijah. Your eyes widened. You were relieved yet concerned to see him here looking vulnerable as ever. You didn’t want to be alone in this tomb and your anger with him soon diminished. “Elijah!” You called, but he did not shift. “Elijah!” Your raspy voice let out again, but it only lead to failure. 

Straightaway the sounds of footsteps approach and you cease your calling. You are now met with an unfamiliar man. He is Caucasian with short, curly brunette hair, wearing dark denim jeans and a light blue button up. “Who the hell are you?” You asked, feeling uncomfortable as to what this stranger will do to you. 

“You don’t look too good, love.” He said with an accent, bending down to reach your level, resting his forearms over his knees. 

“I don’t know who you are, but get the fuck away from me.” You face contorted. “And don’t call me love.”

He had a look of concern written all over his face, but you didn’t trust it. You were puzzled when he began to fold one of his shirt sleeves up to his elbow. “What are you doing?” You asked, curious.

He brought his wrist to your mouth. “Drink.” His eyes flickered from his exposed arm to your dark irises, his expression softened. 

“Why? You don’t even know me.” Your mouth dried and your eyes reddened as the veins under your eyes appeared at the scent of the delectable blood running through his veins. “Hell, I don’t even know you.” You added. One deep breath later, your face returned to normal. 

“Oh come now, sister. I’m sure my bloody mother has mentioned my return. Now drink.” He demanded, bringing his wrist closer to your lips. 

You finally accepted and bit into his wrist because the smell was unbearable. The delicious liquid poured down your throat and it was the greatest luxury. You began to feel the life returning to you instantaneously. The stranger’s responses ran through your head and you’ve abruptly come to a relieving realization. 

Sister. 

My bloody mother.

He hissed when you released your fangs from his punctured wrist and your eyes widened. 

“Kol?!”

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A/N: So there ya go! Lol. Sorry no Klaus in this chapter 😭 but at least there’s Kai! And Kol’s short appearance! But whatever happened to Kai will be revealed later. Can’t tell you! Also, I really enjoyed writing the Hayley & the reader’s conversation. And if you’re wondering about the ring. Everything will be answered later! Anyhow, I’d love to hear your comments!! They truly mean a lot to me and make me smile from ear to ear 🙂

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[xmxisxforxmaybe]

What She Wants

Summary: Darlene is complicated, but for her, you’re the one who can make things just a little less complicated, even if it’s only for a night. 

Pairing: Darlene Alderson x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+ please)

WC: 2188

A/N : I totally get that this is not a Ramigo fic and you are under 0.0 obligations to interact with it if this is not up your alley. You literally cannot, will not offend me! However, for those of you who ARE disappointed by the lack of Darlene smut in the world, this could be for you.

As always, thanks for indulging me 🖤

She’s angry.

She’s hurting.

But honestly . . . what else is new?

Darlene looks like she hasn’t slept for more than a few hours in the past few days, which is something you can tell by the way she speaks. Her words are quiet, without any bite, and you wonder if this has something to do with her brother . . . again. Or maybe there’s been another rich boyfriend who made the mistake of asking her to marry him—god help that lovesick bastard.

What you do know, is that for whatever reason, when she feels like this, you’re her go-to, her safe spot in the midst of the chaos of her life because you’d never turn her away.

“Sorry—what?” you ask, moving your eyes from her lips to her sunglasses, which she’s still wearing even though she’s inside of your building and it’s after midnight.

“Okay space cadet,” she counters, but again, her words have no bite. “Can I stay tonight?” she finishes as she takes off her glasses.  

Your gaze flicks up from her lips and to her large blue eyes, bloodshot, but still unnervingly alert.

You step to the side and open the door wide in an invitation. After shutting and locking it, you reach up and adjust your bun, tucking in some stray hairs that escaped while you were sprawled out on the couch, watching TV.

Darlene wriggles out of her backpack and it falls to the floor with a dull thud, not coming to rest until it slouches against the tiny kitchen island that’s no longer than a double cupboard.

“Got anything to eat?”

“If you tell me what you’ve been up to.”

Darlene pulls out the kitchen stool and sits, the tread on her boots catching on the bottom rung so she can slouch comfortably. She shrugs out of her heavier jacket and tosses her sunglasses onto the island.

“Not sure you’d even believe me if I told you.”

You shrug, considering her flippant statement more than you should. She has told you some pretty unbelievable things since you’ve known her.

Pulling food from the fridge, you know better than to push. She’ll talk when she wants to, and when she does, she’ll talk until she’s purged everything.

Sometimes, that’s what you think you are for her: catharsis.

With a growl and a toss of her phone, she starts—her brother, the script she’s working on, Angela and her lawsuit, capitalism and its shortcomings, the newest episode of Jessica Jones that she’s binged. . .

You eat, and you listen, watching as she brushes the crumbs from her sandwich into a neat pile on the countertop, her long, thin index finger poking a little hole into the center of the pile.

“I’m just so fucking tired. Of all of it. Elliot’s ready to move forward one day, then the next, it’s like he doesn’t even remember what his own fucking name is. I just want—”

“Something a little more normal?”

Darlene raises her eyes to yours.

“Yeah. Is that so bad?”

“It’s not,” you answer, standing up and placing your dishes in the sick before heading into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

When you come out, Darlene’s already shed the rest of her clothes and has stolen one of your oversized, old t-shirts. It falls to the tops of her thighs and she makes a beeline for the bathroom after you tell her that her toothbrush is still the red one.

She gives you a grin that you don’t have time to return before she shuts the door.

Climbing into bed, you check your phone, scrolling through Instagram to see if she’s posted anything new.

She hasn’t, and that makes you feel relieved.

Someday, maybe you’ll get the metaphorical balls to ask for more than just . . . whatever this is.  

As soon as Darlene climbs under the covers, you shut off your lamp, rolling on your side to face her.

She’s already facing you, so you reach out and run a finger along the side of her face.

“You okay?”

“Do you think there will ever be a time when that’s not, like, a loaded question for me?”

You smile and can see a barely perceptible flash of white as she grins.

“For the sake of your sanity, I hope so.”

“Thanks for doing this—for being here for me, I mean.”

“What are friends for?”

“Friends . . . or are you still okay with a little more than friends?”

“Mmm. Let me get back to you in the morning,” you tease, rolling over onto your back.

“Bitch,” she giggles, sliding over so she can creep her too cold hand under your shirt.

“Fuck, Dar! You’re freezing!”

“Warm me up,” she says as she props herself onto her elbow, her face hovering dangerously close to yours.

You reach up, grasping her messy hair in your hand and eliminate the distance between you.

Her lips are surprisingly warm given how cold her hand is, and she kisses you like she’s been waiting to do it since she walked in the door.

She scrubbed all her makeup off, so when you let go of her hair and grasp her face in your hands, her skin is smooth and fresh to the touch. You tilt back her head, needing to taste her neck and to inhale the scent that is uniquely Darlene.

You work your lips down the center of her throat before you reach back up and grasp her hair, tugging gently but firmly so you can nuzzle into that spot right under her ear.

“Fuck,” she gasps when you attach your lips to her skin, sucking hard enough to leave a mark on her. She can always hide it with her long hair, but you grow wet between your legs thinking about what it will look like in the morning light—a deep red, the edges purpling just a little.

Both of Darlene’s hands have crept inside of your shirt and are kneading your breasts, your nipples hard and sensitive to her thumbs.

“I love your fucking tits,” she whispers as you finally release that spot on her neck.

“They’ve definitely missed you.”

Darlene fumbles with the hem of your t-shirt and pushes it up, tugging until you sit up so she can get it all the way off.

She’s not a lover who spends a lot of time on foreplay, always wanting to dive in to get the payoff as quick as she can. You knew she had intimacy issues, so you never pushed her to slow down. Besides, she always got you off, and when it was time to reciprocate, sometimes she let you slow it down for her.

Darlene replaces one of her thumbs with her lips, their full softness enclosing over your nipple and making you moan, your hands digging into the flesh of her ass as you rock against her.

Your eyes are shut tight as you focus on the sensation of her mouth, her tongue flicking at your nipple before she takes it into her mouth again, sucking hard enough to increase that pool of wetness between your thighs.

By the time she moves to your other breast, you are grinding into the thigh she has placed between your legs, chasing the friction you need to get off.

Her fingers, much warmer after assaulting your skin, creep below your sleep shorts as she grasps your mound, massaging you over your panties before rubbing lower and lower.

When she’s over your center, her fingers slide into your panties from the side and dip into your heat. Feeling how wet you are, she releases your nipple after one more strong pull of her mouth.

And now it’s her turn to attack your neck, nipping and licking as she plunges two of her fingers inside of you, making your body jerk down to chase the sensation of being filled by her.

She works her fingers, in and out, knowing exactly where to touch you to get you off.

Darlene has always been a quick study and learned the secrets of your sex in no time—it was almost a little embarrassing just how quickly you could come for her.

She slows down her pumping before she pulls her fingers out and you don’t even have time to sigh at the loss because she’s pinching your clit between her fingers and making the most delicious tugging motions as she builds pressure around your bud.

You’re swollen and needy, both of your hands running over her back, her ass, and her hair, your hips pushing toward her fingers, silently begging for her to just get you off, so when she switches to rubbing circles over you with her middle finger, you moan out her name as you try to find her mouth in the dark.

When you do, and she kisses you, her tongue dives in and out of your mouth until your panting for her, your own tongue flicking along her lips until you can capture that full, soft bottom one between your teeth, but your capture is short lived, letting your prize go because Darlene’s fingers have worked their magic and you are shaking under her, groaning out your orgasm.

She slowly stills her fingers and you can see her smirk again in the dark, a barely perceptible flash of white as you are consumed with the desire to taste her. You wriggle out from under her and push her onto her back, pushing up the t-shirt she’s wearing so you can kiss the soft skin of her stomach, your tongue lovingly gliding over her ribs as you hoist the fabric higher until you can get one of her perky breasts into your mouth.

Her nipples are small, maybe the size of the tip of your pinky, but that doesn’t stop you from pulling on them with your teeth, Darlene always preferring to fuck in a way that blends pleasure with just a little bit of pain.

But the scent of her in your bed has done exactly what she knew it would do—and the little witch—she knew that if she got you off first, you’d be unable to take your time with her, needing to consume her just like she wanted to be.

Your hands hook in the waistband of her panties and you sit up, tugging them off. She spreads her legs, further enticing you to give her what she wants.

“Mmm,” you moan softly, your eyes just able to make out the shiny wetness between her thighs in the dark.

Sliding down the bed, you position your face over her pussy and give her a long, teasing lick. The sweetly-bitter taste of her makes you moan a little and want to bury your face in her, never letting her move again until she’s all fucked out and begging for you to stop.

You traced over her outer and inner lips as you begin to tease her entrance with your finger, circling around her opening lightly before dipping in just a little farther. She tries to push herself down and only succeeds and making your nose collide with her clit.

You smile as you nuzzle her, and she moans, momentarily forgetting about the fingers she wants inside of her.

“Come on,” she growls, still too proud to actually beg, but the fact that she’s urging you on lets you know that you’ve got her right where you want her.

Taking her clit between your lips, you suck gently as you push first one finger, then another inside of her. She shudders with pleasure and her hands come up to knead her breasts.

The harder you suck, the more she wriggles, her hips coming up off the bed to shake against your mouth until you release her, your tongue poking out to lick gently.

You alternate between the two styles until she is begging and you decide that you can’t wait any longer to remember what she looks like coming on your fingers.

You work her in earnest, curling your fingers as you pump in and out of her, your tongue flicking furiously over her clit and soon she is coming undone, another wave of arousal coating your fingers as you pump her through her orgasm, her walls swelling around your fingers and making her feel even softer than she was a moment ago.

Licking gently at her clit, you extract your fingers, sad that it’s time to leave her warmth, but you’re so tired and can only imagine how tired she is now.

You kiss down her thighs before reaching around to find her panties, and she tosses you your t-shirt from where it had gotten stuffed when she yanked it off.

Darlene lays on her back, her breathing evening out as you snuggle in next her, both of your soft legs twining together as she moves in even closer to you.

“Night,” she sighs in a tone that says thank you.

“Night,” you say back, pressing a warm kiss to the side of her neck, wondering if she’ll still be there when you wake up.

[insfiringyou]

BTS - Jungkook accidentally catches RM’s girlfriend naked on webcam

Contains: Humour. Accidental smut. 

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The screen stayed black despite him turning the switch off and on again at the wall. He shook his head, trying the power button again to no avail. He had been playing an online game of League of Legends for the past three hours, about to swarm the enemy tower when the laptop screen had flashed, once, before fading to black. He unplugged the power cord and pushed it back in, half expecting the machine to spring back to life. Knowing he should stop and eat something, or at least take a shower, he started to pace around the room. He knew he should stop but was so close to exploring the turret of the enemy tower! Eventually, with a sigh, he opened his bedroom door and entered the hallway. He had heard Namjoon, Jimin, Jin and Taehyung leave the shared house earlier on in the afternoon to go to the cinema. They had invited him but he had been late to rise, spending all the previous evening glued to his laptop, playing the game. He had heard Yoongi in the kitchen earlier; clattering pans as he cooked for himself and talking to someone on his phone. There had been a lot of laughter on his part and there was a lingering smell of Bulgogi in the air, so he was likely still home.

Cautiously, Jungkook opened the studio door and crept his head around the frame, half-expecting Yoongi to be sat at the desk on the far side wall, headphones blaring as his fingers pressed down on the electronic keyboard. The room was, to his relief, empty. His eyes scanned the space and found what he was looking for almost immediately. Closing the door softly behind him, he walked over to the small wooden desk, adjacent to the door. His bare feet barely made a sound against the soft carpet as he sat at the chair and opened the lid to the black laptop in front of him. The fact it was left in the studio told Jungkook that the laptop belonged to Namjoon. Yoongi was always careful to take his laptop to his room with him and Hoseok had been using a tablet recently. He knew that the game was downloaded on Namjoon’s machine; he had installed it himself the week before when he accidently left his laptop at Donghyuk’s house, much to Namjoon’s protests that it would slow the machine down. Jungkook had argued; his girlfriend, Young-soon, had left the day before to visit relatives in China and the two week long vacation without her seemed both ill-timed and pointless. The new game seemed like the perfect solution to stop himself from going too stir-crazy without her.

He turned on the machine and spread his fingers over the keyboard; hovering as the screen asked for a password. He clicked his tongue, thinking. After a few seconds he started typing. G-A-L-I-L-E-O. He pressed enter and, to his luck, the screen began to load. It took longer than anticipated; the icons on the desktop slowly appeared one at a time; bright against the plain, dark background. Jungkook sighed loudly as a pop-up box appeared in the centre of the screen, alerting him that the PC needed to run an anti-virus program. He was sure, without actually knowing for certain, that it had been Yoongi and Hoseok’s idea to infect Namjoon’s PC with viruses, the whole thing a deliberately hilarious joke intent on winding up the leader. Jungkook had certainly learned Namjoon’s peculiarly obscure password from Hoseok on one occasion when he used the laptop to check his emails. He just hoped that nothing in his inbox revealed his bank details.

He clicked the red X in the corner of the pop-up and the white box disappeared, leaving him a clear image of the desktop. He searched the icons quickly, looking for the tell-tale bronze L which would take him to the game. His hand paused on the touch mouse as a sound began to ring out through the laptop’s small speakers, a little muffled by the wooden desk. He froze, suddenly worried that the PC was infected with another virus. His shoulders relaxed after a few seconds, after his initial shock, when he realised that it was just the alert to tell him that someone was calling him on Skype.  A moment later, a little delayed by the slow speed of the internet, another box popped up on the screen, informing him that Ji-eun wanted to chat.

His first thought, as always whenever he saw the name, was that IU was calling. He felt his heart thud, a little unpleasantly in his chest. A closer look at the small avatar icon showed him that it was just Namjoon’s girlfriend who shared the same name. The picture showed her on against the gold and blue backdrop of a tropical beach, her long black hair glistening in the sunlight; a pair of sunglasses perched on her small nose. Automatically, he clicked on the green Answer button. There was a delay before the annoying beeping stopped and the black desktop screen was replaced with the heavily pixilated image of a tall girl against a plain white backdrop. It took a few seconds for the little squares to blend, showing him the recognisable profile of Ji-eun standing in what was presumably her bedroom. He could see her large bed behind her; the covers and pillows crisp, clean white to match the plain, whitewashed walls. The first thing he noticed was that her hair, usually long and impeccably straight, was tied up in a messy bun on top of her head, making her look younger. The second was that she was only wearing a long, white shirt which buttoned up the centre. He vaguely wondered if it was Namjoon’s. It would fit him.

 She smiled as she came into focus and Jungkook found himself smiling back automatically. She was pretty, he realised for perhaps the first time. He had only met her a handful of times, a couple of occasions Namjoon had brought her around to the house and, on one memorable occasion, he had seen her get incredibly drunk at a boat party. He knew that she was a successful legal solicitor, one of the youngest in the city, and her usual look, consisting of well-tailored suits and impossibly high heels, made her look incredibly intimidating. Now she seemed relaxed and, strangely vulnerable. She took a step back from her camera, presumably a webcam, to perch on the edge of her bed. She waved softly.

“Hi.” She said, her voice coming in clear through the speaker. The picture pixelated again, momentarily, before righting itself.

“Hi.” Jungkook replied easily. Her expression didn’t change.

“Is your camera still not working?” She asked.

Jungkook shook his shoulders and touched his thumb to the small circle at the top of the laptop. “I don’t know. If you can’t see me, I guess not.”

Her grin remained fixed on her face and it took Jungkook a few moments to realise that she could neither hear nor see him. He looked around the screen to see if the webcam icon had been selected. He found it and clicked it, hoping it would work. The icon didn’t change and her smile didn’t falter on the other side of the screen. She took a step closer, standing up from the bed.

“Maybe you’re kidding me.” She smiled, her voice full of humour. “Maybe your camera isn’t really broken and you just want to do things without me seeing.” She was now standing directly in front of the camera, her upper body to her thighs in view.

Jungkook realised, a little belatedly, that she thought she was talking to Namjoon. He searched the screen once more and found what he was looking for. Leaning forward, he started to type in the little message box at the bottom of the screen: “This is Jungkoo….”

He stopped and looked up as a flash of white caught his eye on screen. In the seconds it had taken him to find the box and start typing, Ji-eun had moved her long, slim fingers to the centre of her chest and had begun to swiftly undo the row of buttons along the centre of the fabric. Jungkook’s eyes widened as a bare strip of skin was exposed from her uncovered neck to her bellybutton, a creamy line the colour of condensed milk. He froze his hands above the keyboard as she eased the fabric away from her flesh, revealing her bare breasts. His gaze dropped automatically from her soft, beaming face, to the soft, round mounds on her chest. Her breasts were both perky and a little bigger than he had expected. Her nipples were the colour of coffee with cream. He didn’t notice his mouth drop, both in shock and, if he was honest with himself, arousal.

Her mouth curled upwards in a grin as she took a step backwards, revealing the V shape of her white boxer-briefs. Before his brain had fully registered what was happening, she bent down and removed the fabric in one smooth motion. Jungkook’s eyes widened even further as they dropped to her impeccably neat line of brown pubic hair, visible just above her labia. He could feel his heart beginning to speed in his chest and his cheeks turning red as she slowly turned around on the spot, revealing the soft curves of her backside.

“I know you missed this last week…” She said in a low, sexy voice. “I’m sorry we got interrupted at the restaurant. I’ll turn my phone off next time, in case my boss tries to call…” Her words rang out through the small studio which was, thankfully, soundproof. The meaning was lost on Jungkook. His gaze remained fixed on the screen as she leaned over the bed and, slowly, began to crawl onto the sheets on all fours. Once she was comfortable, she spread her thighs, revealing the space between her arse cheeks. Even from this distance, Jungkook could see the soft pink of her inner lips, the glisten of her labia, and the small, pretty mound of her clit. He licked his lips subconsciously as she moaned through the speakers, a little showily as she reached behind with one hand and used the other to balance her slender body on the bed. She spread apart her backside and moved her hips sensually.

“Don’t you want to kiss my pussy?” She asked, her voice a low murmur. Jungkook blinked. What was he doing? Why hadn’t he switched the web call off? His thoughts, which seemed to have been placed on mute for the past forty seconds, suddenly caught up with him and he found himself shaking his head, almost violently. Just what did he think he was doing? This was Namjoon’s girlfriend, someone he was too scared to talk to if she was invited to dinner. Furthermore, he had never even looked at her in a vaguely romantic light, never mind wished to see her in this compromising position. He had his own girlfriend, someone he treasured with all his heart, who would be returning to him in three more days. He quickly reached for the round, red button at the bottom of the screen with the touch mouse which terminated the web call. The image took a second to disappear; the girl’s body becoming distorted in a series of pink and cream squares before vanishing all together. The background once more turned to black; a few colourful icons were dotted around the screen. Jungkook breathed a sigh of relief. He suddenly didn’t want to play the web game anymore. Slowly, and incredibly sheepishly, he shut down the PC and closed the laptop lid gently. He left the room quietly and headed down the corridor to his own bedroom, being careful not to alert Yoongi or Hoseok, who may or may not have been home, to his presence.

 *

Jungkook spent the following day in Incheon with Jimin. They decided to go shopping for a new mobile phone after Jimin’s was mysteriously broken during a trip to Gangnam with his girlfriend, Angel. The trip was a fortunate escape for the pair. Ji-eun had telephoned Namjoon that morning, wishing to know whether his laptop had broken. Namjoon, who had returned early in the evening from his trip, replied that no, it wasn’t and why was she asking. She had explained that she had been worried when he hadn’t called her back on Skype, and that she had to watch a porno to get off. Namjoon frowned, not quite understanding, but knowing not to pursue the subject with her further that evening. He had confronted Yoongi first. Both he and Hoseok had been sat in the small home studio, meters away from his infected laptop. He had stormed in the room and asked whether he had been using his laptop recently. Yoongi shook his head slowly, a look of confusion fixed on his face. Hoseok had looked equally baffled and, flicking his eyes from his best friend’s to the leader, had questioned why he had been asking. The twin looks of confusion and, beneath that, hurt on their face at having being accused of something without really understanding what made Namjoon blush. Perhaps it was just a virus which had caused his laptop to malfunction.  Heaven knew, his machine was infected with every bug under the sun. He shook his head, half-muttering an apology as he skulked out of the room.

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The Golf Club (T.H.)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Fluff??

Word Count: 1007

A/N: Hello! it’s been a hot minute since i  have written anything. This is actually dedicated to one of the best people i’ve met on here, it was her Birthday on Monday and i’m a few days late but it’s happening!

so, @southwest-london-darling Happy birthday girly! thanks for putting up with me and always answering my Dms :) Very happy you had me in Secret Santa. Hope your birthday was great and i hope you enjoy this! (it’s kind of shitty cause i havent written in a while so bare with me) <3 

It had been a long day, a long week, really a long month. She had her hair up in a tight bun, little wisps of hair were coming out. All she wanted was sit in her pj’s and watch episodes of Brooklyn 99 on repeat. But, something else was in store for her.

She had made her way through the apartment she was supposed to be sharing with her boyfriend, but he was gone for work as usual. The pale light from the kitchen shown lightly on the island, making a sort of spotlight over the middle of it. She put her bag down, kicked her heels off and set the small brown box down on the counter. She ran a hand over her face and drew out an increasingly long and exaggerated sigh.

“Happy Birthday To Me.” She sighed as she glanced at the clock above the oven thank flashed, 12:00. She opened the box and pulled out the cupcake. The frosting was smooshed on the sides from being jostled around in the car ride home. She ate it before pulling her hair down and changing out of her constraining work clothes. She covered herself in the big surrounding blankets on her bed, and plugging her phone into to charge. She stared at the ceiling for what seemed like years before she started feeling any form of tired. All she wanted was Tom.

Right as her eyelids started getting heavy her phone buzzed so violently that her shot out of bed that she ended up with a head rush.

“Hello?” she rubbed her eyes and pushed the speaker button her phone, she wasn’t awake enough to hold the phone up to her ear.

“Hey, Love. Did I wake you?” Tom’s voice sounded through the speaker, the familiar sound giving her an overwhelming feeling of comfort. She heard the perkiness in his voice, how he always managed to sound so happy, she would never understand.

“Yea, but it’s alright, I’d rather talk to you than sleep.” She smiled lazily as he chuckled through the phone.

“Well how was your day? Did that interview go alright?” He sounded concerned which was comforting. But she didn’t see the point in telling him about her less than impressive interview. No it wasn’t her, more like it was the sub par form that had interviewed her. They over promised and were understaffed. Too many issues to deal with she were better where she was.

“It was good. But I don’t think I’ll be taking the job. I’m overqualified for where they’re at time line wise. I’ll just have to keep looking.” She rubbed her eyes and yawned slightly in an attempted to not fall asleep. It was useless; Tom could tell she was tired.

“Well, Darling I’ll see you in a few days. I’m wrapping shooting in two so I’ll be home before you know it.” She could hear his smile through the phone.

“Bye, Tom. Love you.” Her eye lids were getting increasingly heavy, the call ended and she was out.

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“She has no clue?” Harrison asked from beside Tom. Tom smiled wide, flashing a very large toothy grin.

“No idea. She is so oblivious.” Tom chuckled at the thought of her face in the morning when he finally got to see her.

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The sound of metal rattling woke her up from her slumber. Normally she could sleep through anything, but she was on high alert now. When Tom wasn’t home she magically became a lighter sleeper. She rose from her bed slowly, grabbing for the nearest hard thing she could find. That ended up being a golf club that Tom had brought home from one of his many charity golf tournament appearances. She walked out to the front door to see the door handle jiggling. She quickly ran behind the archway to the right of the door. As the door finally opened she lunged forward and swung the club smacking the unknown intruder right in the gut. With a loud groan and thud to the floor, she flicked the light on.

“Jesus! What the hell was that?” Tom groaned from the floor while clutching his stomach.

“TOM?” She dropped the club and flung her arms around the groaning man. “I thought you were someone trying to kill me.”  

“Why the hell were you even awake?”  Tom rolled to sit up and he continued to clutch his stomach.

“I get paranoid when you aren’t here. Sorry for not wanting to die.” She smiled and let a laugh pass her lips.

“Well Happy Birthday Babe.” Tom smiled and pressed a kiss on the side of her head.

“In the future, would you tell me when you’re coming home so I don’t kill you?” She rose to her feet and helped Tom up as well.

“And ruin the surprise? Hell no.”

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They moved away from the floor and to the couch. “Is there anything special you want to do?” Tom asked as they flipped through channels on the TV, she was snuggled into his side and she didn’t have anywhere else she wanted to be. The world could end right then and she wouldn’t care. She memorized the lines and creases in his skin, the subtle ombre of dark colors his under eyes showed. She saw how his rather grown out hair had begun curling in new twists and ways making his tired and disheveled appearance even more adorable. She drew light lines on his skin sending tingles up his spine. This was all she wanted, all she could even want. It was the perfect way to pass into a new year of life.

“Just you.” She smiled and turned her head. Tom looked at her and smiled.

“Done” He kissed her gently and thought about how lucky he was.

“This is probably my most memorable birthday. I nearly killed my boyfriend, I ate a cupcake. This is great all I need.” They both chuckled and then went back to watching their show, still both extremely happy to be with one another.  

[bigherosixfeels]

Fanfic request:(Honeybi) your interpretation of their first kiss...only it’s not on a date.......SURPRISE ME

*throws confetti* enjoy your surprise!

Breaks Can Lead to Breakthroughs

Fandom: Big Hero 6: The Series

Rating: K

Characters: Wasabi and Honey Lemon

Word Count: 1,736

Summary: Wasabi and Honey Lemon do yoga together

An unsurprising yawn struck Wasabi. As he rubbed at hisstrained, heavy eyes, he checked the time on his phone. 9:34. He hadbeen at his latest school project for hours now. He would have assumed by nowthat some type of distraction would have occurred. No alerting messages of avillain to take down. No Fred barging in with food from Noodle Burger. He hadto admit, a peaceful day of work with no interruptions felt nice. Unfortunatelyfor him, stress was beginning to weigh down which meant it was time for awell-deserved break. Wasabi didn’t mind this outcome; some of his best ideascome to mind when he’s not trying.

He looked around the unusually quiet nerd lab. Gogo and Fredwere nowhere to be seen. Hiro was most likely home with Baymax. Wasabi peeredover the wall that separated his station from Honey Lemon’s. He spared a secondto smile as he watched her happily create a chemical compound. Despite hernormal perkiness, he noticed that working too long was starting to exhaust hertoo. Small yawns would interrupt her from jotting notes. Dark circles appearedunder her eyes. Wasabi was unsure if she had been working longer than him, buthe couldn’t allow her to go on like this any longer.

“H-hey, Honey Lemon,” he stuttered. He cleared his throat as shelooked his way. “Been working for a while too, huh?”  

The chemical engineering major nodded. “Yeah,” she said,stretching her arms over her head. “I’ve been at it for hours.”

“Me too.” Wasabi’s face lit up as an idea came to mind. “Maybewe could take a yoga break. You know…together?”

Honey Lemon gasped at the offer. “That would be great! Let meget changed real quick, okay?”

“Sure thing,” Wasabi understood, having to get changed as well.

He took in a deep, shuddered breath. Doing yoga with Honey Lemonwas bound to be relaxing. There was no chance of him being flung in the air orinjured in any way. Perhaps teaching Baymax about yoga wasn’t the greatestidea. Unfortunately, Wasabi couldn’t deny his active nerves. Recently, hisfeelings for his friend continued to grow with each passing day. He wanted totell her, but between schoolwork and superhero duties, he couldn’t find theright time to do so. Maybe during a yoga session wasn’t the best plan, but hewas running out of options.

Meanwhile, Honey Lemon couldn’t get the smile off her face asshe put her hair up into a bun. Sure, she was looking forward to not havingloud music blasting in her ears (courtesy of Gogo), but that’s not what had herso giddy. Spending some quality, relaxing time with her close friend lifted herweary spirits. Maybe it was because she also had a little crush on Wasabi. Ormaybe she simply enjoyed doing yoga. Whatever the case, she was looking forwardto it.

Reentering the lab, Honey noticed that Wasabi had everything setup. Two yoga mats on the floor as well as his exercise ball. She giggled toherself knowing how much he loves it. “You think we’ll use the big ball?”

Wasabi nervously chuckled at her question. “Depends on what wedo. I try to get as much use out of it as I can.” Come on. Be cool, man. “Let’sbegin our breathing exercises.”

The two sat down on their respective mats. It didn’t take longbefore their breathing was in sync with one another. Yet, both of them werehaving a difficult time staying focused. Wasabi’s stomach did flips while heinternally debated on what to say to Honey Lemon. That is if he chose to sayanything at all. Honey Lemon, however, suppressed her joy as she thought of away to connect deeper with him.

Breathing techniques were within Wasabi’s comfort zone, but hewas far from becoming relaxed. His shoulders tensed against his neck. He tookshorter breaths in than usual. If Baymax was around, his excess stress alert wouldbe going off every other second. He almost wished he hadn’t asked Honey to joinhim. Of course, it would have been rude not to. She was the one that highlyrecommended him to take a yoga elective.

By no means was Honey Lemon an impatient person. She wasarguably the most tolerant person in her group of friends. However, even shehad moments where she wanted to move forward with another task. Her heartpounded rapidly at the idea she had in mind, but a beaming smile refused tofade.

She decided to cut her breathing exercises short. Opening hereyes, she watched as Wasabi exhaled a slow, but shuddered breath. Examining hisposture, she frowned seeing how tense he still was. His project must reallybe taking a lot out of him.

When Wasabi opened his eyes, they widened in surprise, seeingthat Honey Lemon had already stopped before him. Despite it being unusual forher, he figured it was best not to point it out. “Okay, so what would youlike to do now?” He casually asked her.

A quick burst of heat rushed through Honey Lemon’s cheeks. Shenervously looked down to the floor. “A-actually…I thought it would funif we did some partner poses.”

An awkward silence quickly followed. Millions of thoughts weregoing through Wasabi’s head. He didn’t know whether to be excited or morenervous than he already was. He mentally told himself not to panic so much.Even though he was beginning to feel himself sweat and become slightlylight-headed, there was nothing to worry about. Honey Lemon is your friend,he reminded himself. Whatever happens, you should be able to have a goodtime with her.

“Sounds great,” he agreed.

They both slowly stood, keeping a tranquil composure. Beforebeginning, they made sure to take in another deep breath. Making eye contactwith each other, Wasabi suggested doing the chair pose, which Honey nodded inagreement to. Closing their eyes, they both gradually reached their armsforward until they clasped each others’ wrists. Knowing that their holds werefirm, they began to squat down until they looked as if they were sitting in achair. They held their symmetrical position for a few short moments. As theyrose back up, their grips got tighter to keep each other from falling.

Yoga, in many ways, was like their friendship. It involvedtrust, support and stability. The way that the college students’ maintainedmutual balance with each pose they did together proved they had a strong bond.They relied on one another; not only now, but during countless moments eitherat school or when saving the city.

If anything, yoga was bringing them closer together. They wereconnecting on an emotional and spiritual level. The amount of serenity andintimacy between them had never been so plesant, and yet, also electric. Themore poses they accomplished together, the more at peace they became. Wasabi’snerves had subsided. Honey Lemon’s high enthusiasm transitioned into a relaxedstate of mind.

Their final pose of the night was the standing shoulder opener.Both of them had placed their hands on each others’ shoulders. They slowly bentdownward; the top of their heads inches apart. As they rested each others’hands on their upper backs, Wasabi’s previous worrisome thoughts hit him atfull force. Should I tell her? Is now the right time?

Although they had stood back up, neither of them could taketheir arms back. Wasabi kept a gentle hold on Honey’s delicate shoulders. Hefelt his face flush, noticing that she had yet to release her hands from hisbroad ones.

“Well, that was f-”

“Honey, I like you.”

He didn’t mean to cut her off, but he couldn’t keep how he feltin any longer. He had to get it out in the open before he got too scared orconvinced himself to do it on another day. The sudden silence that followedcaused an uneasy pit to form in his stomach. Wasabi’s could have sworn hisrapidly beating heart was echoing off the walls. Albeit the discomfort, itdidn’t feel tense between them. Maybe yoga was to thank for that, but with theconfession being said, an unexpected wave of confidence washed over.

His hand gravitated from her shoulder to her jawline. His thumblightly brushed across her cheek. He carefully leaned his head down. Theirnoses accidentally bumped before Wasabi successfully placed his lips againsthers. It was by no means fiery or intense, but instead soft and tender. Wasabiwas conscious of not pressing too hard. All he wanted was for one, simple kissto convey what words could not do.

With their lips parting ways, Wasabi cracked his eyes open. Thelook on Honey Lemon’s face was an expression he couldn’t read. All he couldtell was that she was at a loss for words.

A minute at most went by since their short kiss, but Honey Lemonfelt like they had been standing there for hours. She was still processing somuch. Wasabi. Her friend. Her crush. Someone that she’s cared about forever kissedher. Their feelings had been mutual all along. To get that confession outof the blue was all she needed to hear, but the kiss they shared still had herstunned.

“S-sorry,” Wasabi said, snapping Honey out of herthoughts. He anxiously scratched the back of his head. “I-I’ve wanted totell you that for awhile now, but I didn’t know what to say and I guess Ithought maybe kissing you would be okay. Was that…okay?”

Honey Lemon’s awestruck gape quickly formed into a huge grin.The sound of her quiet giggling helped Wasabi become at ease. She placed a handon his shoulder. “It was more than okay!” She exclaimed. She wrappedher arm around his neck, leaning closer into him. To Wasabi’s surprise, shegave him a little kiss back. It wasn’t as long as their first, but he happilyreturned it before she pulled away. “And by the way, I like you too.”

To know that his feelings for her were reciprocal made him feelmuch better about telling her tonight. Neither of them were keeping it tothemselves. They both knew how they felt about each other and it was the bestfeeling in the world.

“We should do yoga together more often.”

I really hope you enjoyed this!! I enjoyed writing it!! I’d like to think that no matter what, Wasabi and Honey Lemon would be Ultimate Yoga Buddies™. The original idea was just them studying, but I then I remembered that they both do yoga and that was a MUCH better concept to me tbh :D Thanks for the request!! :)

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Playful activities, bright décor and festive mood make for fun mehendi vibes. But all that is incomplete unless you choose among the perfect mehendi outfits for your special day!

When it comes to mehendi outfits, there are a ton of options to choose from… from traditional lehengas to experimental modern haute couture – the choice is all yours Fret not, we bring you all things trendy to shine on your Mehendi!

Mehendi Outfits – The Lehenga

Dreamy Yellow!

Picture Courtesy: Lehenga by Sue Mue

The ever versatile lehenga simply never goes out of style! For your mehendi, a light and bright lehenga in breezy shades and light glittery work is just perfect.

Catchy!

Picture Courtesy: Dipak Studios, Anushree Reddy

Or pair a pastel lehenga with a pop bright dupatta for a stylish look and team it up with floral jewellery.

Lotus in Heaven!

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Or go for a lovely printed lehenga in asymmetric shape paired with a work blouse and a statement neck-piece that grabs attention!

Light & Bright!

Picture Courtesy: Joseph Radhik ,  Abu jani & Sandeep Khosla

And our latest celebrity bride Priyanka Chopra looks effervescent in this gorgeous bright printed lehenga by Abu jani & Sandeep Khosla!

Looking for DIFFERENT Mehendi Decor? Check out these Ideas!

Mehendi Decor Ideas that are Ruling this Wedding Season!

Perky Patiala!

The Perky Patiala

Picture Courtesy: Prune India

A bright and bold patiala teamed with short kurti looks absolutely delightful and gives you a fun edgy look for you mehendi. Also, it’s easy to move around in and quite light to carry!

Balle Balle!

Picture Courtesy: AbhiSakshi Photography

You can accessorise with chunky bracelets, big jhumkas and an oversized maangtika. And you can also pair your patiala with a crop top style jacket to make it Indo-western and give it a trendy twist!

Carefree vibes only!

Picture Courtesy: Dipak Studios

Check Out lovely bride Yagna’s Wow Wedding Wardrobe for more ideas!

We bring you Wowwww Wedding Fashion Ideas from Yagna & Raghav’s Kenya Wedding!

Skirt & Crop Top

A Pop of Pink!

Picture Courtesy: Papa dont preach by shubhika

The options to this fun combination are really endless. Go for a heavy skirt and plain crop top or even a printed skirt with a solid top…

Swirling Around

Picture Courtesy: Cupcake Productions

On the other hand, if you’re keeping the skirt flairy and layered, pair it with a heavily embroidered top in a contrasting color!

Simple yet Stylish

Picture Courtesy: Surendri by Yogesh Chaudhary

A messy bun, open flowy hair or a tiara to tie it up all work well with your skirt look!

Classic Anarkali 

Twirl & Smile!

Picture Courtesy: Aviraj Saluja

If you’re not a lehenga or skirt person, anarkalis are the another popular option with the graceful gher that lets you twirl and swirl and feel like a princess!

While pastels shades with a bit of bling work well for summers, rich dark colours with heavy embroidery is the way to go for winters.

Demure Damsel

Picture Courtesy: The Story Weavers

Jetting around in Jumpsuits

What’s the first thing that comes to your mind when we say Jumpsuits? Stylish and Comfy of course!

Chic

Picture Courtesy: Papa Don’t Preach

So why not be a trendsetter? You can experiment with light or heavy fabrics, with various cuts and works and the best part is that you’ll be carefree and can have a gala time without any fuss.

Slay it in a Sharara!

Flirty Fun

Picture Courtesy: Camcatches

Shararas are making a big comeback in fashion and Bollywood too! From traditional to trendy – there are all ways to sport this – with a short kurti or a long peplum top, with or without a dupatta!

Sweetness Galore

Picture Courtesy: Tanya Garvi

We would suggest bright day colours so that you look gorgeous, stylish and delightful on your mehendi! 

Gorgeously Sober

Picture Courtesy : Kalki fashion

But if you like everything classy, a ageless ivory or traditional color palette will always bring out the feminine charm!

Shirt & Lehenga

Classic n Cute

Picture Courtesy: Urmi Daga

It’s a cool new trend that we totally love! We all have a classic plain shirt in neutral shades, don’t we? Team it with a lehenga (old or new) and transform into a total diva!

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All you need is classic white/off-white silk shirt paired with a lehenga to rock the look made famous by Anushka Sharma in ‘cutiepie’!

Fashion Forward

Picture Courtesy: Framed by RG, Outfit by: Siddhartha Daga

Team it with a statement necklace and you’re good to go. And if its winter, just put on a jacket a la Malaika below!

Bold Hues are Fun

Picture Courtesy : Kalki fashion

Wish you could Re-Use your Heavy wedding Outfits? Check out some cool ideas to effortlessly re-style your outfits & become a trailblazer!

Revealed – How to Reuse your Wedding Outfits without looking OTT!

Gorgeous in Gowns

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Sometimes, all we need is a gown! Imagine twirling around in the most sublime of gowns, all carefree and having a blast.

Sunshine & Smiles

Picture Courtesy: Duke Images

If you are the whimsical type opt for a asymmetric silhouette or drape…

Purple Princess

Picture Courtesy: the wedding salad

But if you love everything fairytale, dress up in a pretty princess look with tons of layers and ruffles!

Drape it up!

Keeping it Fun!

Picture Courtesy: Dream diaries

No matter what style of kurti or outfit you wear, you can totally avoid the hassle of managing the dupatta by replacing it with a pre-stitched stylish drape!

Pretty Pastels

Picture Courtesy: Papa Don’t Preach

That drape not just adds a fun element to your mehendi outfit, but makes you as handsfree as you’d want to be!

Oh so Sytlish

Picture Courtesy: Morviimages

Isn’t this gorgeous totally slaying it in her draped sari on dhoti pants!

0 Some Casual fun!

Happy Go Lucky

Picture Courtesy: hitchedandclicked

If you’re one who likes to be yourself – just let you hair down on your mehendi and go uber chic in a romper cos after- all its YOUR day!

Cool & Casual

Picture Courtesy: Rubina Dilaik

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Being comfortable stylish is no crime especially when you have to sit for long hours to get your bridal mehendi done, so how about rocking it in a tee and comfy skirt!

So all you beautiful brides-to-be, its time to turn from “bridezilla” to” bridechilla” cos we have got you sorted with some great mehendi outfits for your bindass function!

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