Then I said it was a tie with Wash

I Still Feel Like Your Man | Tom Holland

Summary: Based on the song Still Feel Like Your Man by John Mayer where even though Tom and the reader broke up, he still loves her and he still cares for her deeply…

Warning: fluffy

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Type: Song Inspired Oneshot

Requested: anonymously


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Competitions and interviews // Dacre Montgomery x Reader

A/N: this made me realize that I would be a horrible talk show host… but I think this turned out alright. I hope you like t anon. Remember that feedback is greatly appreciated.

Note: (m/n) is magazine name. I couldn’t think of a magazine when I was writing this.

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(Y/n)’s POV

“Hello everybody thank you all for joining me here and tonight we have a very special episode in store.” Ellen said facing the audience. “Tonight we have Hollywood’s hottest couple. Dacre Montgomery and (Y/n) (Y/l/n)!” Everyone started cheering. “Let’s bring out the lovely couple.” Once Ellen said that Dacre and I walked out onto the stage, holding hands and made our way towards the couches.

“Before we get started with our segment I just want to ask you guys one thing… how does it feel to be Hollywood’s hottest couple?” Dacre and I both laughed. “It feels good. It’s nice knowing that everyone sees us as their relationship goals.” Dacre said, looking at me with a smile on his face. I nodded my head in agreement, “yeah I agree. It’s nice knowing that people want a relationship like ours.” I said, putting my hand on Dacre’s. “I’ve seen some pictures of you two and from what I’ve seen I know why everyone sees you guys as their relationship goals. I mean look at you guys. You’re both so cute together.” The crowd started cheering and I felt my face heat up as she put a mini slide show from when Dacre and I started dating up until now. I covered my face from the embarrassing pictures that were taken years ago and I felt Dacre pull me closer to him. Ellen looked at the both of us and smiled.

“Now I have one more quick question and then I promise we will start are main segment after.” We both laughed. “How did you two meet?” I looked at Dacre and then back at Ellen, “well we first met at a photo shoot, I forgot for which magazine it was for though. I think it was (m/n)?, but anyways after that photo shoot we decided to stay in touch and eventually we started dating.” I said looking at Dacre to see if he wanted to add anything, he just nodded his head. “Now Dacre, did you know from the moment that you saw (Y/n) that you’d end up in a relationship with her?” Ellen said looking at him, curiosity filling her eyes. “When I first saw her I knew that there was something special about her. At the time I couldn’t tell what it was but whatever it was I didn’t want to let her go. So I guess you could say that yeah, I did know that I would have some sort of relationship with her, whether it be friendly or romantic I knew that I wanted her in my life in some form or another.” He said squeezing my hand. I smiled at the action, squeezing his hand back. The audience was filled with ‘aww’s.’ “That was very sweet Dacre. You are very lucky to have him (Y/n).” I looked at him and squeezed his hand, “yeah. I really am” he smiled at me and I felt my face heat up a little bit.

“Now… as I promised. Let’s get this segment started and I think it’ll be fun for the two of you.” Ellen said smiling. “Well now I’m excited” I look at Ellen with my excitement fully evident on my face and she chuckled. “Well our segment is going to be… who knows the most about the other!” The audience cheered. “Before we start who do you guys think will win?” She said. “I think I’ll win.” I said sounding confident. “Hate to break it to you sweetheart but I’m going to win.” The audience was filled with ‘ooooh’s’. “Well let’s not jinx ourselves and I’ll tell you the rules of this game.” I nodded leaning forward a bit and Dacre did the same. “The rules are simple. I’ll ask each of you some questions about the other and all you have to do is answer the questions correctly.” She said. “Sounds easy enough. Get ready to lose darling.” Dacre said with a competitive smirk adorning his face. “Ha! Well get ready to sleep on the couch tonight because the only one that will be losing is you” I said as I playfully poke his chest. “Ooh I like the competitiveness that’s going on over here.” Ellen said while laughing.

“Okay. The first question is going to be for Dacre… what is (Y/n)’s favorite color?” Dacre smirked, “that’s easy. It’s (f/c).” He leaned back onto the couch. “That’s correct! And now for this one Dacre can I ask you to cover your eyes for a minute?” He covered his eyes with his hands. “(Y/n)… what color are Dacre’s eyes?” I chuckled, “His eyes are blue.” “Thats correct. Dacre you can uncover your eyes now.” He uncovered them, the competitive look still on his face. “Okay now it’s the last set of questions for both of you. Dacre… what is (Y/n)’s favorite food?” She asked. “It’s (f/f).” He said and directed his smirk towards me. I just shook my head and smiled. “That’s correct and now (Y/n)… what did Dacre say his hidden talent was during a power rangers interview?” My eyes widened… ‘shit what was it again?’ I looked at him and he just smirked. ‘I got it!’ “He said it was interior decorating!” I said an anxious look making its way into my face as I waited for her response. “That’s… correct! Did you have some trouble thinking about that one (Y/n)?” I laughed, a wave of relief washing over me. “ yeah I actually had some trouble but then I remembered that his talent was pretty unusual.” I fiddled with my hands, embarrassed that I couldn’t answer the question right away. “It is pretty unusual but since you both got all the questions right it’s a tie. I didn’t prepare anything for a tie breaker so we’ll just leave it at that.” She laughed and Dacre and I laughed too, as well as the audience.

“Well that’s it for today’s show! It was really great to have the both of you here and I hope to have you both on here soon.” Ellen said as she made her way over to us to give us hugs. “It was great being on here and we hope you have us on the show again.” Dacre said as they hugged. “Yeah we had a really good time on here. It was fun.” I said with a smile. “Goodnight everybody! And thanks for watching tonight’s episode and make sure to tune in next week when we have…”

Originally posted by tsseract

Title: Midtown High’s Homecoming (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The reader doesn’t plan on going to the dance, until Peter asks, of course.

Word Count: 1372

A/N: This is inspired by that perfect clip from the new trailer where peter rips his tie off and i scream so..I hope you enjoy! An 80s song that causes infectious dancing.

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anonymous asked:

This more of a silly request, since I like funny things. Can I get the RFA+V+Saeran in that situation, where MC ask them how she looks and they say she looks great, but she acts overdramatic and says "Just great? Not sexy? Wow! Thanks a lot!"

yes I love this!!!

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- you just got a new dress for Zen’s musical premiere

- you’re looking at the mirror admiring your new dress when Zen comes in

- “wow, babe, you look great.”

- you decide to tease him a little, just to get him feel less pressured

- “I’m disappointed Zen. I’m just great and not sexy?”

- and when you said that, he immediately runs up to you and holds your shoulders saying, “Babe, of course you look sexy! You’re hot as hell!”

- he’s panicking and you’re laughing

- i’m just messing with ya

- instant relief washed over his face

- he hugs you tight

- “you’ll do fine, baby. I know you will,” you cheer him on, planting a light kiss on his cheek


- it’s a company dinner, nothing fancy, but still you wanted to look amazing

- so you picked out a champagne cocktail dress paired with diamond-studded heels

- you make your way to Jumin’s walk-in closet as he’s tying his tie

- “hey,” you call out and he stops halfway to look at you through the reflection on the mirror

- “you look great, MC. you’ve got great taste.”

- you pretend to be angry, say your famous line then turn to leave

- but he catches your hand and kisses you roughly

- “of course, you’re sexy too…” you see him bite his lip before he continues, his voice now a low growl, “you don’t know what you do to me…”

- you pull his unfinished tie and you two continue to kiss with passion

- it looks like everyone at that company party may have to wait much more longer for your appearance


- you went shopping and you just bought a new dress

- you decide to wear it and show it to Jaehee when she comes home

- as soon as she opens the front door, you show up from the kitchen and run towards her

- “how do I look?” you ask, twirling your dress

- “you look really great, MC”

- “great? just great? Jaehee, I can’t believe you don’t think I’m wonderful!”

- she rushes to say her next words and you can’t help yourself from giggling

- “oh god, MC, you made me think you were really mad at me…”

- “i’m sorry, Jaehee,” you apologise but you’re still giggling


- you two are going out for a picnic date

- you put together a cute bohemian outfit and decide to show it off to Yoosung

- he’s putting in the last items into the basket when you hug him from behind

- he turns around and smiles at you

- “wow, MC! you really know how to dress up well. You look great!”

- you pout

- “great? not cute? not sexy? not-”

- “you’re cute! sexy! amazing! you’re the best!” he shouts out the next words in a hurry

- “aww…”

- you can’t help but hug him again, kissing him softly on the lips

- “I’m just kidding… but thank you, Yoosungie.”


- Seven’s been so busy at hacking that he hasn’t left his work station in 3 days straight

- you decide to wear a sexy maid costume just to change things up a little

- you stride into his work station carrying a feather duster

- “hey, Seven?” you call out but he doesn’t answer

- “I think someone might have called for room service…”

- at this, he looks up and at you and his jaw drops

- “you look great, MC”

- you smack the feather duster at him

- “master, I’m sure I’m not just great…”

- at ‘master’, you see him smirk

- “oh, believe me. you’ll get your reward in just a bit…”


- you’re out shopping with V

- you enter the fitting room trying on different outfits as he waits outside

- every time you reveal your new outfit, he keeps saying the outfit looks great

- you want a different reaction from him so the next time you open the curtains, you decide to tease him

- “oh MC, I think this dress looks gre-”

- “V, you keep saying the outfits are great! What about me?”

- you pout and he immediately walks towards you

- “of course you’re great too, honey. you’re perfect.”

- you can’t help but smile and tell him that you’re kidding

- “but I’m not”

- he pulls you in for a kiss


- you drag an unwilling Saeran to a sale at Forever 20

- as you look through racks and racks for clothes, he lags behind you bored

- you enter the fitting room to try a cute crop top

- when you exit, he barely looks up at you so you clear your throat

- you know he gives you half-hearted responses all the time so you want to tease him

- he’ll probably say something like “you look good/ great”

- “so how do I look?”

- “sexy.”

- “no, I-”

- you just realise what he just said and your cheeks flush pink

- he smirks at you

- you hurry back into the fitting room in embarrassment


Originally posted by agustxj

Chapter One

“He’s the one in charge of all this. You think the rest of these assholes are scary, well they’re nothing compared to him. Nothing…and watch your back. No one here is going to help you. The only reason we’re having this conversation right now is because I’m finally going to be released.”

“How long have you been here?” You asked with fear in your veins.

She was probably only a couple of years older. Tall, lean, with big breasts. Her thigh had a scar about the length of her finger but it was white in color and barely visible. You took everything in about her appearance, the red hair, the tattoo on her foot, the piercings on her ears.

“Thee years. Don’t try to escape. If you get into a fight, fight to kill.“

"Why me?” You leaned in closer and she retreated, standing up as the guards came in to pick her up by the arms.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you repeated your question before they could take her away.

“Why me? Why am I here?” You whimpered.

“Because you look like an angel.” She shrugged. “Stop crying. You’ll have plenty of time for that later.”

With that they dragged her out of sight and slammed the door shut.

For hours you sat in that disgusting room, shackled to the floor with your legs and wrists roped together painfully.

No matter how much you cried and yelled, no one came to check up on you.

The concrete felt horrible against your skin. You only had on the bare minimum, underwear and a bra. Bugs wanted to  crawl on your skin knowing you were the only living thing in that dark grey room.

No food, no sunlight, no water, no bathroom. You screamed at the small camera installed in one corner of the ceiling but nothing happened. The small red dot just kept blinking back at you.

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Remembrance (Bigby x Reader)

Originally posted by zaeedsmassani

“Damn.” Bibgy grumbled, tugging at the starched collar of his dress shirt. “I really wish Snow wouldn’t make such a big deal of things.”

I laughed.

“Aw, c’mon Bigby! You can’t tell me that, out of all your years spent dispensing justice in Fabletown, you’ve never once attended the Remembrance Ball?”

“Eh, dances aren’t really my thing. I’ve got two left feet: sometimes four.” He flashed a small, self-satisfied grin my way. “I still can’t believe that you’re coming to the ball. I thought for sure Cole or Snow would try to bar you from attending. Not because they don’t like you or anything! But y’know… It’s a celebration for fables and you’re… uh… not one.” Bigby looked away at the dusty elevator wall as he scratched his head, giving me a chance to look at his slicked back hair. It almost looked presentable.

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lily-275  asked:

Can u write a fan fic where the gang have a sleep over and bughead are put in awkward situations and have to share a bed.

Buzzcut Season

Summary: After a relaxing week at the cottage, Betty and Jughead share a bed after sleeping arrangements are disrupted. 

Words: 1,850

Warnings: Smut

A/N: I edited this myself so there are errors. It might seem a little all over the place but I’m just trying to write. I think I obsess over every little thing and then I panic and then I stop writing. I read through this once. I usually do 6 read throughs. The song they listen to is called Moonbeam

It was good to be friends with Veronica Lodge.

Betty had met Veronica her freshman year at college and they became fast friends. It was now the last week of summer break before their senior year and Veronica had invited everyone to her summer home for one last chance to let loose.

Veronica had invited everyone. Her boyfriend Archie Andrews, Cheryl Blossom and her girlfriend Toni Topaz, Reggie Mantle, Moose Mason, Ethyl Muggs, Kevin Keller and Betty’s longtime crush Jughead Jones.

They had spent the whole week down by the lake, swimming, drinking and soaking in as much sun as they could. At night they would build fires and roast marshmallows swapping stories of drunken late nights antics and all the things they were hoping for in their final year.

“I should remind you that it’s all your final years. I have four more years of medical school left.” Betty chimed in.

“It concerns me that my possible future doctor can do a keg stand as well as you can.” Jughead laughed finishing of, what would be, his last beer of the evening.

“What can I say, I’m a woman of many talents.” Betty responded with a tipsy satisfied smile.

By this time all but her, Jughead and Kevin had gone to sleep.

“I personally can’t wait for school to be over. It so exciting to know I’m $50,000 dollars in debt and have a degree that will great me a job that pays $35,000 a year if I’m lucky.” Kevin said sarcastically.

“Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine.” Jughead grinned.

“I’m a realist. I learned that about myself in college.” Kevin smirked. “I’m so drunk. I need to go to sleep.” He admitted standing up.

“So do I.” Betty agreed shooting up and almost falling over. She was lucky Jughead was there to catch her before she fell into the bushes behind her. “Thanks.” She blushed, looking up at him trying not to thinking about his hand on her lower back.

“And to think you’ll be performing open heart surgery in six years.” Jughead teased with a smile.

“Let’s hope the alcohol is out of my system by then.” Betty rolled her eyes and walked into the house.

Kevin didn’t make it to the room he was sharing with Moose and had passed out on the couch. Jughead and Betty couldn’t help but giggle.

She followed him upstairs.

“Goodnight Betty.” Jughead whispered before going into his room.

“Good night Jug.” Betty responded heading two doors over to her own room.

When she opened the door she saw her roommate Ethyl rolling around in bed with Reggie. Betty’s eyes widened as she closed the door as quickly as she had opened it.

She looked around the darkened hallway and quietly cursed to herself. There were five bedrooms. The two couples took up two rooms, Betty shared a room with Ethyl and Jughead shared with Reggie. The couch would have been an option if Kevin hadn’t passed out on it. She could always wake him up or ask Moose if she could sleep in his room.

She could but she knew she wasn’t going to. Instead she took a few steps down the hall, inhaled deeply and knocked three times on Jughead’s door.

He answered with concerned eyes, toothbrush in his mouth, no shirt and his hair was a mess after being in his beanie all day. “What’s up? What’s wrong?” He asked trying to keep all the toothpaste in his mouth.

“Ethyl and Reggie are in my room.” She informed, taking a step into his room as he ran into the bathroom to spit into the sink.

“So?” He shrugged continuing to brush his teeth.

“They are in my room getting to know each other in the biblical sense.” Betty beat around the bush, her cheeks flaming red that she couldn’t just say the word sex.

Jughead stepped out of the bathroom with his brow knitted together. “What?” He asked before a wave of understanding crossed his face. “Oh!”

“Yeah, so now I don’t have a place to sleep and I was wondering if I could sleep in here. On the floor of course.” Betty finished with a smile.

“Bets, we are adults, we can sleep in the same bed together.” Jughead informed with a roll of his eyes.

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anonymous asked:

hc's for what the paladins do/how they react to lotor capturing their s/o on a mission the day before their wedding was supposed to happen?

Ooooh drama


  • he would be so pissed at everything and everyone
  • would really blame whoever it was that was supposed to have your back
  • like seriously, he would make a huge fuss
  • and then he would focus on blaming himself. if only he had gotten to the scene a minute earlier, if only he had made you stay back, if only he had been in your place instead.
  • tomorrow you were going to tie the knot. Tomorrow. Now who knows if he’ll ever see you again?
  • langst, so many tears oh my god
  • but when everything boils down, he’ll be really determined to find you


  • okay i know i said lance would be pissed but keith is a different kind of pissed
  • keith is a find them now pissed
  • keith is a you-took-a-break-that-means-you-don’t-care-about-them pissed
  • he would be so mad that they had taken you right from where he was
  • he would want to go after them right away
  • who cares abt the rest of the time tbfh like he really doesn’t
  • he would want to go to the scene as soon as possible
  • and when he gets there? lotor my prince is gonna get it


  • remember when hunk wanted to save shay?
  • yeah like 10 times more focused than that
  • He is so focused, like don’t even bRING UP another location like nAH He has to find you NOW
  • he would be so sad because you guys were so close to getting married and now that’s gone
  • he is really a sappy person inside so this would really make him sad
  • he focuses really hard on the mission at hand, like so much
  • you are the world to him, and he wants to see his beautiful (groom/bride) to be as soon as possible
  • so yeah nobody get in his way 


  • okay so you know the eye of the storm?
  • yeah that’s him while they’re looking for you 
  • he would have done everything that he could to prevent you from getting captured but it evidently wasn’t enough
  • so he turns his focus to finding you
  • while they look for you, he seems pretty calm and collected
  • he mostly helps allura and coran with navigating and finding you and lotor’s ship
  • and he would be so focused, like don’t even try to tear him away.
  • you are his fiance, and he doesn’t want anything to change that like you dying
  • so when he gets to the ship, he is brutal
  • like seriously, he would be so mad and ready to fight, but in that shiro way, where he doesn’t back down at all
  • you are so lucky tbh like wow he is husband-material marry that boy


  • so pidge doesn’t have anything fancy with her bayard,
  • it’s not the strongest, or the fastest, or the longest reaching, and she isn’t very confident with her fighting skills
  • so when you get captured, she would feel really bad
  • she’d be thinking that there should have been more that she could do
  • she would be really focused on finding you, like shiro, but at the same time, she would be so sad
  • like wow, she really does lose everybody. her dad, her brother, her mom if this war doesn’t end, and now you
  • god somebody give this girl a hug
  • she could be crying but she’s still working because if she doesn’t find you…
  • she’ll never forgive herself.
Political Animals-Part 5

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running  for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post

FYI: The words in bold are texts

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

I should have known when Cas asked me to meet him for lunch at my favorite Thai restaurant that he was trying to bribe me.  He HATED Thai food.

“So next Friday is a fundraiser to benefit the Met.  It’s black tie.  Mom wants us all to go.  She says everyone who is anyone will be there, including a few wealthy patrons she is hoping will donate to her campaign.  Will you go?”  He looked worried.

I sighed.  “Why does she always send you to do her dirty work, Cas? It’s really not fair to you to be put in the middle of this mess with us.”

He grinned at me. “Mom’s a smart woman.  She knows you won’t say no to your big brother.  So are you in?  You can even bring a date if you want.”

I thought of Sam who I’d secretly seeing behind everyone’s back. “Fine, I’ll go.”

“Mom said she would buy you a dress.  Will you be bringing someone?”  Cas asked uncomfortably.

I rolled my eyes at him. “I can buy my own damn dress, Cas! You’re not fooling me for a second.  That is just Mom’s way of trying to control what I wear.  And I’l be coming alone. I wouldn’t subject anyone to this train wreck.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Y/N.” Cas said with a smirk.

“I can’t wait until this damn election is over!” I told him with an exhausted groan.

He raised an eyebrow at me.  “But what if Mom wins?”

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Flutter - Ch. 5

Oh Sehun/Reader
Genre: Fluff/Romance
Word Count: 3134

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After a short rest for lunch halfway through, lots of snacks and very little talking despite everything, you had finally reached your destination. You weren’t even the one driving, but you felt completely exhausted. You glanced at Sehun, but he looked just the same as he had in the morning, with just a few hairs sticking up in the wrong direction.

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I guess while i’m at it:


1. Tucker: Solid qualifications, already a Dad, he started with an alien kid, I think he can handle a human one, a truly trustworthy choice. 

2. Grif: Practically raised Kai, so solid qualifications as well. Only below Tucker because he might be rusty. That’s literally it. It’s almost a tie. 

3. Sarge and Donut: A tie. Yes, I know, it’s Sarge, but Sarge I trust to know what a baby is and remember the basics on how to take care of one. Donut is the same, but he’s also easily gullible and distracted, so a tie. Good intentions for the both of them, less than perfect execution. 

4. Shelia: Would be 3d if she had hands. Nurturing though. Managed to pack lunches with said no hands, so I think she can make it work.

5. Chorus-Carolina: Carolina has no fucking idea what to do with a baby but would keep her cool, putting her above Wash. She’d probably take to the job tactically.  Make charts. Not very patient though, which could end badly. 

5. Post-Reform Wash: Wash has no fucking idea what to do with a baby, but he also has the common sense to phone and friend and ask “what do I do with an infant.” If he can’t phone a friend, I think he’d get buy well enough. He’d probably be nervous the entire time though. 

6. Kai: Yeah, she’s not the most responsible person in the world, but hey, Junior worked out (kinda). 

7. Simmons: A nervous human disaster, but one who knows the basics so he could probably do the job between the panic flares. Look, he’s worried he’ll break it okay (he’s also worried he’ll act like his father but that’s an angsty thing that does not need to be explored on a shitpost)

8.Freelancer Carolina: Would take to the job entirely like a mission. With her father around, would feel like he keeps comparing her to her mother. Very creepy. Do not give Freelancer Carolina a baby, she can take care of it but at what mental cost?

9. Tex: I think this one is fairly obvious. Tex does not understand gentle.  

10. Pre-Reform Wash: Way too much going on with that man. Do not give him an infant. 

11. Church (all versions): Also fairly obvious. He is based off the Director after all: better to be safe than sorry.

12. Caboose: He hates babies. Don’t give him one. He was very clear. 

13. Lopez: Lopez cares about himself and clones of himself. Bad idea.

14. Doc: When he tries to help, he hurts people. Absolute last resort. Lopez is better.  


“All red dress with the devil eyes, So obsessed with the camera lights, You love her, but you can’t deny…the truth……Diamonds and the rings are her fantasy, She chase hearts with the Hennessy, You love her, but you’ll never be……Enough” - The Weekend

Characters: Chae Hyungwon x Female Reader (Y/N) x Shownu (Cameo)

Genre: Sugar Daddy AU, Smut, Angst, Fluff/Romance

POV: Hyungwon

Word Count: 3.7K

She was too much, too much of everything, too beautiful, too confident, too sexy, and too damn smart for her own good. I had wanted her from the first moment I saw her glide across the room at a colleagues boring as fuck party. She walked with such confidence, knowing full well that most if not all of the eyes in the room were focused on her, male and female alike. And yet she never broke a sweat, never batted an eye. It was like she was made for this, and I wanted to make her mine. But I would never be able to work up the courage to ask her out. What could I offer a woman like her? Sure I was one of the youngest and wealthiest CEOs in my field, and I wasn’t unattractive, but still I felt inferior in her presence. I never gave much care to relationships. Sure I had hook ups, guys and girls alike, but nothing ever stuck or made me want to stick around. I was always so engrossed in school, or work. Always with my nose in a book or my head in a pillow. But she - - she was different. We hadn’t even spoken a word to each other and yet I was already flailing like bait on her hook. I needed to know who she was.

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Like She’s Mine (part fifteen) - Stiles Stilinski

here it is, you’ve all been waiting and I’m proud to present… fifteen.  the wedding.  the blowout.  boom.  here she is, the final part! i love how into this story you guys were and you were so sweet and i know i had your hearts in my hands and i just shattered them repeatedly.  but i’m honored to have had the chance to do so.  thanks @dumbass-stilinski @writing-obrien and @sincerelystiles for all the support and telling me my angst was hurting you, it means a lot.  and HUGE THX AND HUGS AND KISSES FOR LIL MADI ( @celestial-writing​ ) for playing the part as the adorable little girl featured in this series.  u rock girly i love you so so much <3 enjoy guys and happy easter if that’s your thing

warnings: mentions of sex, asshole theo, angsty asf, heartbreaking tbh, swearing, super long, slightly abusive theo

word count: 8601 (YES!)

Originally posted by satninlove

(the day of the wedding)

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god” Allison was running frantically around as I sat on a stool in the small bridal area.  A whole room just for the bride and her bridesmaids.  Lydia was applying a finishing clear coat of nail polish over my french manicure as Allison was losing her shit.  I could tell that she wanted to run her fingers through her hair, but didn’t want to ruin the beautiful braid that was pinned over the top of her head.

“Would you stop freaking out?” The girl I had briefly known, Malia, said.  She walked up to the brunette and rubbed her shoulders awkwardly.

“No! I’m getting married! What if I mess up? What if I forget my vows? Oh my god what if I fall-”

“Alli, calm, you’re so graceful” Kira’s sweet voice rang.“Yeah, and the last night you were reciting your vows in your sleep.  Trust me I think you’ll do great” I assured.

“Don’t move” Lydia scolded.

“And what about him? What if he messes up? What if he- oh my god guys what if he doesn’t want to-”

“He wants to” Malia stated bluntly, not letting Allison finish.  She looked over at me, and I smiled with raised brows.  She smiled at me too, rolling her eyes slightly and I chuckled.

“Don’t move” Lydia muttered again.  There were three knocks on the door, which Kira happily skipped to answer it.  She cracked it open just a peek, so no one would see the beautiful bride.

“No, no Stiles you can’t come in-” I looked over upon hearing his name.  I could hear his voice, but not whatever he was saying.  “No you can’t-”

“What does he want?” Allison asked, walking over to the door.

“NO HE CAN’T SEE YOUR DRESS!” Kira flipped, a side I haven’t seen of the petite girl.  Allison just laughed and raised a dismissive hand.  But she walked away from the door anyways.  “He wants to talk to y/n” My eyes widened and my lips parted at what she said.

“He does?” I stood up, and Lydia mumbled a string of curses.  I looked over to Allison, who gave me a beautiful smile.

“Go on, we’ve got ten minutes before the ceremony” She said softly.  I nodded shakily, clenching my fingers against my palms.

“Thanks Alli” i whispered, barely brushing my lips against her cheek as I went to the door.“Oh, young love” I heard her say to the other girls, which just made them laugh.  I put my hand on the closed doorknob.  I took in a deep breath, and opened it.  Swiftly stepping out and closing it behind me.


“Stiles” I didn’t know what to do, or say.  It’s been so long, too long really.

“I wanted to check on you, make sure everything was alright” I sucked in my bottom lip and nodded my head.  “You sure?” I didn’t answer the second time.

“Are you?” I whispered.  He shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m alright.  How’s Madi?” She’s good.

“She misses you” What? Mouth! That is not what brain told you to say!

“She does?” Oh no, no I knew what this was.  He was trying to prod me into telling him that I missed him.  But I wasn’t going to play that game.

“Yeah she does.  To be honest I don’t think she likes Theo as much” I said.  Stiles’ jaw set and his eyes hardened.


‘I think she likes you better than hi-”

“He’s here? With her? W-with you?”

“With her” I said softly.  “Not me, simply platonic so she can have a father figure in her life-”

“How long?”

“About three days” He nodded, and put his hands into his trousers.

“Well… well good she has that” I nodded, biting my cheek hard to keep a straight face.  I distracted myself by fixing Stiles’ crooked bow tie, being carefully of my still drying fingernails.

“Yes it is” I replied.  Silence washed over the small hallway and I stared at the now fixed tie.  I smoothed out the nonexistent wrinkles on his shoulders.

“y/n I still love you” I smiled sadly at him, and he gave me a defeated look, slightly slumping.

“I still love you too” I said quietly.  “But I can’t focus on that right now, today is about Allison and Scott” Stiles barely nodded his head.

“But we’ll talk?” He asked hopefully.

“Of course” I replied in a hushed tone.  “I have to get back to my bride now.  She’s going crazy in there” Stiles chuckled and I stepped back slightly.  “Scott holding up though?”

“Oh no, he cried a few times.  He was still crying when I left” I laughed and he smiled crookedly.

“Well tell him his bride is waiting to see him at the alter” Stiles nodded and pretended to tip his hat.

“Of course madam” I smiled and reached for the door, but before he could move away I stepped forward and hesitantly stood in front of him.  I looked in his eyes before leaning forward and pressing a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“See you in a bit” I said, and he nodded, staying silent as I opened the door.  When I walked in and closed the door, everyone was just staring at me with knowing smiles.

“Did you all eavesdrop?” I shook my head, wondering just who could be behind that… just kidding it was definitely Allison.

(Stiles’ pov)

“She said she still loved me though, and she kissed me” I finished telling Scott about my encounter with y/n/.

“Did you see Allison? What’d she look like? Was she beautfu- dumb question of course she was” He smiled to himself, and I gave him a bewildered look.  I spun to see Danny.

“Can you believe him? I don’t think he listened to a word I just said” I shook my head.

“Don’t feel bad.  I wasn’t listening either” He replied and I groaned.

“I listened-”

“Butt out Liam.  Didn’t your parents ever teach you it was rude to listen to other people’s conversations?” I said.  He walked away.

“I was listening to you” Mason said, messing with the buttons on his jacket.

“When can we get drinks?” Isaac asked.  I rolled my eyes as he plopped down into a chair.

“At the reception” I said monotone.“

But that’s not until seven!” He groaned.  I ignored him this time.

“Do you want my advice?” Mason asked me, and I nodded eagerly.  Finally, real girl advice.

“Ever have a girlfriend who likes to do things her way and all you want to do is help but she doesn’t trust you?”

“Dude.  I’m gay”

“O-oh” I stumbled.  Oops.  “Well has he ever..?” I asked again.

“No, we’re usually pretty open and know when and how to ask for help” He said.  “But I don’t think she doesn’t trust you”

“How can you say that? Have you even met her?” I asked.

“You’re the one asking for my advice” He said, putting his hands up.  “And no, I haven’t met her, only heard about her from you guys.  And from what it sounds like, she’s got a lot going on.  I’m sure she’ll come to you when she’s ready, and from what it sounds like, she just did”

“No, she’s with Theo now” I mumbled down to my hands.

“Damnit Stiles that’s not what she said” Scott groaned.  He looked irritated, definitely fed up with all of the drama I’m giving him.  “This is what you do, you overthink things before things can even be definite.  This is why you have all these problems, you act before you finish whatever’s even happening” I just stood in silence as Scott went off on me.  I didn’t know what to say.He was right though.

“So… so have I already ruined it with y/n?” Scott shrugged, palms up and brows raised.  Meaning he didn’t know, and he didn’t care.  At the moment anyways.  I know he cared for y/n too, and me of course.  I was the runner up bride if Allison had said no.  At least I think it was…

“Scoot?” All the heads in the room turned to where the flower girl was standing in the doorway.  I grinned and Madi ran over to me, a few petals falling out of her basket.

“Well aren’t you the prettiest girl here?” I said, kneeling down to hug her.  y/n and Allison really did a good job.  She had on this sky blue dress that poofed at the waist line, a darker colored ribbon tied in a bow on her back.  Her hair was brushed, but nothing was done to it.  It was adorable, I had to say.

“I came to say goo- good luck!” I grinned at her and ruffled up her hair.

“Good luck to you too little girl” I respond.

“Mama said after we can dance!” She said, jumping with excitement.

“Yeah? You excited to dance?” I asked, and she nodded eagerly.  “Alright so if you’re really good today, and I mean exceptionally make your mother proud good, then I will save you a very special dance” Her eyes rounded with amusement.

“A-a special dance?” I nodded, and her smile only grew further.  “Okay! I’ll be extra good! I promise daddy!” The room was silent for a few moments before she giggled and threw her arms around my neck.

“Alright alright, you go back to where you were, we have a wedding to get to soon” She nodded, and I watched out the door as she walked back across the hall, knocking on the door to the girls’ room.  It opened, and Kira gave Madi a delighted smile before stooping over to lift her up.  When she was safely back inside I closed the door and turned.  Only to find four pairs of eyes on me.  “What?”

“She’s still calling you daddy” Scott said.  I felt my face get hot and instantly I was fiddling with my fingers.

“Ye-yeah I guess I dunno” I mumbled again.

“Dude” Scott grinned at me.  “That means things with you and y/n are totally fixable” My head shot up as I stared at him with nothing but hope.  “If she’s preferring you over Theo, how long do you think it’ll be before y/n just cuts off Madi and his’ relationship? Not long.  She’ll see, y/n’s a smart girl she’ll see where Madi’s loyalty and love lies”

“A-are you serious?”

“Don’t you think y/n will want what’s best for Madi?”

“Of course, we all do” I responded easily.

“And who do you think’s the better man?” Scott questioned.

“Hell, even I’m better” Isaac said.  He pulled a flask out of the inside pocket of his suit jacket, taking a long swig.  I snorted and rolled my eyes.

“Just think about the logic here Stiles” Scott said.  “But don’t even try to ruin my wedding” I was smiling so much I could barely even hear what he was saying.There was still a chance.  I still had a chance.  With y/n, with Madi.  I can fix all of this.

When we left the room, Scott walking into the large room, all the way up to stand at the altar, I bounced on my feet a little.  y/n came out, and she took my hand immediately.

“Nervous?” She asked, and I glanced all over.  Behind us, Lydia and Mason.  Then Kira and Liam, then Malia and Isaac, who seemed to be sharing his flask.  Please don’t go wrong, please don’t go wrong…

“Maybe a little” I admitted to her, and she squeezed my hand.

“Mama!” Madi bounced up to us, holding her basket and her once messy hair seemed to have been combed through since last  saw her.

“You remember what you have to do?” y/n asked her, and she nodded her head.

“Behind Mali” She said.  I chuckled at how she couldn’t say Malia’s name properly.

“That’s right” y/n said with an award winning smile.

“Here, you can come stand with me” Malia said, shoving the alcohol containing vessel to Isaac.  Madi happily skipped over to the short haired girl and too her hand.  Everyone smiled at Malia, who seemed to have no idea what to do.  She didn’t seem like the type to have a lot of experience with kids.

“How was Scott doing?”

“Ship wreck.  Allison?”

“Car crash”

“Good, they’ll do great” I said and she laughed, carefully tucking her hair behind her ear.

“OH MY GOD THE BOUQUETS!” We all watched as Lydia sprinted, in her designer heels, back into the room, and came out with her arms full of white roses tied at their stems with blue ribbon.  “Here… here… for you… here…” She handed them out, making sure all the bridesmaids carefully held them, then went back to her spot behind us.

“That was a close one.  What would we have done without flowers” Liam said sarcastically.  Lydia whipped around, nearly hitting people with her flaming hair.

“Listen you little snot” She spat sassily.  “If we were unprepared for Alli’s big day, if you even get your shoe untied Liam, I will personally see to it that you are removed from the premises with sheer and brute force.  You will not be attending the reception, you will not even put up a fight.  You will go home, in your spiderman underpants seeing that we rented the tux for you, and you will tell your mother all about how you ruined my best girlfriend, my sister’s wedding.  Do.  You.  Under.  Stand?” 

Liam looked petrified.  But he nodded his head vigorously.

“Good” Lydia said cheerfully with a sweet smile.  When she turned back to face forward, y/n and I quickly looked away.  She squeezed my hand tightly when we heard the music begin to play.  Soft piano keys echoing throughout the building.

“Don’t do anything stupid and get kicked out” She whispered to me, and I cast a glance toward her as she stared ahead at the closed double doors.  Just behind those doors, my brother stood at the end of the aisle, waiting to see his bride to be.  I stared at y/n, how long her lashes looked and how bright the makeup made her eyes appear.  Her lips were a rosy pink, as were her cheeks.  She must’ve felt me staring because they darkened slightly as she looked over to me.  “Cause if you get kicked out and I’m left here by myself, I might go insane” I smiled at her genuinely and she smiled back.  I squeezed her hand and she squeezed back.  I took it as a silent promise to stick together today.

The doors opened.

(your pov again)

The doors opened.

There was Scott, way down there, he seemed miles away, but really he was just a good twelve steps.  I looked over the crowd , seeing a few familiar faces.  A few of Allison’s family members, Mason’s boyfriend Corey, Danny and Ethan who I remember briefly from high school, a few of Scott’s family members on the other side, and Theo, who smirked at me as I caught his eye.  They were all standing, staring at us.  I swallowed thickly, and Stiles squeezed my hand again.

“You’re good” He whispered, and then the music lifted, and it was our time to walk.  My arm hooked into Stiles’ and I gripped my bouquet tightly.  We slowly made our way down the white aisle, and I did my best to ignore the stares from everyone around us.  When I glanced down, the flowers were trembling.  A few moments later, we’d arrived.  Stiles gave me a reassuring look, patting my hand softly as we parted, and each stood on opposite sides of the alter.  Scott smiled to each of us.  I watched anxiously as Lydia walked up with Mason, taking a spot next to me.  Then Kira, and then Malia.

Madi bounced out next, smiling so big as she swung her little basket around eagerly.  She grabbed a handful, handing it to Corey who was stood on the end seat of an aisle.  He chuckled and took it, thanking her quietly.  She did this again to the woman across the aisle a little ways.  She continued to hand a bunch of bundles of petals handing them out to people standing at the ends of the pews.  Until she reached us.  SHe smiled big and waved at me.

“Hi mommy!” She whispered.

“Hi Madi” I whispered back, waving gently as well.  She reached in, grabbing a few petals and handing them to Scott.

“Get her Scoot” She said, earning more delighted laughter from the audience.  Scott took the petals and tucked them into his pants pocket.

“Thank you Madi” She nodded and pranced over to her spot right in front of me.

That’s when Allison came up to the door.  I looked over at Scott, who was smiling and tearing up.  He whispered something to Stiles, who smiled and nodded his head.  I watched as Chris walked Allison, as he walked my best friend, down the aisle.  When she’d arrived, I had tears in my eyes.

Her dress was just stunning, which I already knew but somehow this hit me harder.  It was a sweetheart neckline.  The silky material fell down to her feet, and trailed back behind her.

Don’t cry, Lydia will be mad if you ruin your makeup.  She mouthed to me, and I wiped away the few tears that had fallen onto my cheeks.

It was difficult to not cry as they promised to love each other in sickness and in health, and so on.  Madi had scooted over towards me, wrapping her arms around my shin, her fingers every once in awhile reaching up to play with the hem of my dress.

“Your vows?” The priest said, and Scott nodded.  He took both of Allison’s hands and smiled at her.  She gave him a watery smile back.

“Allison Celeste Argent” He said softly.  “I have loved you since the moment I first saw you.  Yes, I was the loser who fell in love with the new girl in school” A small chuckled erupted from that.  “And since I grew the courage to talk to you- God knows how that happened you made me a nervous wreck- but since then, this is all I wanted.  To be together, to stay together.  You accepted me, and my weird friends” He gave a look to Stiles.  “And every time I kiss you, and hold your hand, and talk to you, and tell you how much I love, because it’s so much, it feels like the first time.  Every time I look at you, my heart still races, whether you’re here, standing in front of me, as my bride, or in the mornings when you’re half asleep at the table in old sweatpants and drinking the most bitter coffee, and Allison, you are just as beautiful, no matter what you do, no matter what you wear.  And you’re smart, you always beat me at monopoly! EVen though I’m still convinced you cheat somehow” More chuckles from the people.  “But I’m still going to love you the same, even if you do cheat.  I want to spend my whole life, with you”

I went against my better judgement and let a few tears slip.

“I love you too” Allison whispered back, wiping her eyes with her fingertips as not to ruin her makeup.  

“Do you have vows, ms Argent?” She nodded, sniffling quietly and cupping her hands around his face for a moment before holding onto his hands again.

“Scott McCall, I have so many things to tell you that none of these people want to hear.  You’re caring, I’ve never seen someone so committed to helping people, even when it goes against your better judgement, even when it keeps you up all night, even when it gives you headaches, but I find you still working.  It’s so noble of you.  I love how sweet you are, even to the most jack- even to the people who don’t deserve it.  I love how great you are with my crazy friends..” She looked at me, and I winked.  “I love how it took you a few tries to pass my father’s crazy test so you could date me, and I love how great you are with Madi…” Allison bit her lips for a moment.  “And I hope that someday we’ll have a Madi of our own a-and I hope she’s just like you” I could see tears in her eyes again, and quite frankly I was holding back my own sobs.  “I have never been prouder than I am today to call myself your wife” Good god, at this point, of you weren’t crying, you didn’t have a heart.  I could even feel tears in Madi’s eyes run onto my leg… but she was probably bored of standing here for so long.

“The rings?” The priest asked.  Stiles stepped forward, and handed the small pillow where the wedding bands sat, down to Madi.  She held it excitedly, and handed the pretty one to Allison (probably because it’s pretty rather it was the one designed for her).

“Thank you dear” She said sweetly, and passed it to Scott.

“You’re welcome Alli!” She yelled, the excitement getting to her.  But Allison giggled as Madi handed the other ring to Allison as well.  I bit back my laugh in a smile as I realized Madi had handed both of the rings to Allison.  “Ha-happy true loves day Alli and Scoot” She said, making the room fill with laughter and ‘awes’ again.  

“Come here baby” I said softly, as not to be heard by everyone.  Madi gave the pillow back to Stiles, and waddled back to hold onto my leg.

Scott slid the ring onto Allison’s finger, and she did the same for him, both of them bearing big, sappy and sweet grins.

“Congratulations, Mr and Mrs McCall, you may now kiss the bride!”

And with that, everyone was cheering as Allison tugged him in placing her lips happily on his.  Their first kiss as a married couple.  I clapped, and pulled Madi up on my hip, letting her hold my bouquet of flowers.  Everyone was up and standing, clapping and cheering louder as their kiss turned into five.  I grinned over at Stiles, who looked just as proud as I felt.  He was walking over to me, past the happy couple, and reaching out for Madi.  But I felt arms wrap around my waist.  I turned, my eyes landing on Theo.

“Th-Theo wow you surprised m-”

I was cut off when his lips covered mine.

“What the- what are you doing?” I shrieked, pulling away and instantly setting Madi back down on the ground.

“What? We’re celebrating!” Theo grinned.  I looked around, seeing most people filing out of the room, backs turned to the alter. At least not everyone saw this outburst.  Thankfully they couldn’t have heard it, too much cheering as Allison and Scott ran out of the church hand in hand.

“Come on Madi” I spun around to see Lydia lifting up Madi with the basket full of miniature bubble wands.

“I’m going to go help my daughter” I said, getting away from Theo as fast as I could.  But as soon as I’d turned, I saw Stiles.  He was a few feet away, people moving around him to leave the building, but he didn’t bother to move.  Just stood there staring at me.  He seemed… disappointed.  “Stiles-” I held out my hand and began to walk down towards him, but he shook his head, and stepped back.

Then turned, and walked away.

“Lydia!” I called, racing down to her.  She was near the doorway, just behind Stiles but he didn’t bother to stick around.  The strawberry blonde turned and grinned at me, and Madi clapped upon seeing me.  “Hi sweetie” I said in the tone only saved for her.  “Come on, let’s go blow some bubbles” I said, putting my hand on Lydia’s back and guiding her quickly out of the door.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Lydia asked me quietly.

“Mama what about Da- him?” Madi pointed back to where I could see a familiar head of gelled blonde hair, and I rolled my eyes.

“He’s going to meet us there” I said, trying not to grit my teeth.  Madi seemed content with that answer, if she really understood what I’d even said.  Luckily Lydia seemed to read my mind, and distracted Madi quickly with the bubbles.

“Look you just put it up to your lips and blow!” I zoned out as she taught her the proper way to blow bubbles.  All that I could see was Stiles’ heartbroken look from earlier.  It was permanently engraved into my mind.  I tried to focus, I tried to smile as Madi had successfully, and finally blew a bunch of bubbles, but I was too deep on my own head.  I didn’t know I was staring down at the sidewalk until I felt a tug on my arm and looked up to see Lydia pulling on me gently.  “You ready to go?” She asked in a gentle tone. I wondered if she could tell o wasn’t okay.  I answered in a shaky nod, unable to speak.

“Mama?” Madi reached out to me, and I slowly took her into my arms, letting her rest on my hip.

“Come on, why don’t we go” Lydia spoke again, and I nodded, hesitantly following her out into the parking lot.  Allison and Scott were long gone, wherever they were going to spend those few hours of peace and being newlyweds.  I figured Stiles had left already too, I didn’t see his jeep anywhere.

“Did Stiles leave?” I asked Lydia.  Her brows knit together, and I knew that she’d pieced together the events of the past ten minutes.

“Yeah, a little bit ago” She told me quietly.

I don’t know why I wasn’t having fun, it was a party, you’re supposed to have fun.  Its natural instinct.  But I also didn’t feel the need to try to have fun.  The reception hall was decorated beautifully, streamers, white tablecloths with fake candles set in the middle of them, only a few lights were on.  Allison was currently dancing with her father, a tradition for the bride.  Madi was playing with Malia Kira and Danny a few tables away but perfectly in my view.  Scott was sitting a few people away from me, and Stiles right next to him.  Only one person sat between the two of us, Lydia.  Given I asked her to sit here.  I was quiet, a plate of half eaten food in front of me.  Scott Lydia and Isaac were having an animated discussion about the honeymoon the newlyweds were having.  London, they were going to London.  I envied them so much.

But Stiles and, we were the only silent ones.  It made me sick to the stomach.  How did I manage to mess this up already? Three months, I waited three months for our small interaction earlier, and not two hours later, we were back to giving each other the silent treatment.  I hadn’t had the chance to talk to anyone about it, I’d barely spoken three words to Allison since I got here.  My eyes were stuck to my glass of champagne.  I couldn’t remember if I drank it of it or not, it looked somewhat full, but perhaps I had taken a sip? Didn’t matter anyways.  The yellow colored liquid made me want to throw up.

In fact, everything my eyes landed on made me want to puke.  The dry piece of steak sitting on my plate, a faw pieces of it missing from where I’d eaten a mere three bites.  The empty plates of my friends’ meals, just some sauce and scraps left on it.  I wanted to go home, I wanted to put on an old tee shirt, crawl under the covers, and stay there.  Forever.  But that would make me a terrible friend, and just about the worst maid of honor ever.  So I continued to let myself feel flushed and nauseous.  Time passed as did bodies, and soon other people were dancing to a more upbeat song.  I think ALlison came back to our table, I think that’s why Scott got up and left but I couldn’t register anything very well.  That’s when shapes and colors began to all blur together.

“y/n, hey y/n?” I lifted my head and looked over to see Lydia shaking my shoulder as gently as she could.  “Honey you look sick did you eat too much?” Her eyes landed on my plate, that had my food on it for nearly half an hour.  “Come on, come with me” Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and she helped me stand.  “Do you feel sick?” I shrugged, looking around the busy room.  Yes, yes I did.  But I wasn’t going to say that to her.  If she made me leave, Allison would be heartbroken.  I felt a third hand on my arm, and looked over to see Stiles, still sitting in his seat, gently grasping my wrist.  He was staring up at me with eyes that made me want to cry.

Great, on top of wanting to puke, now I was gonna have a breakdown.

He said something to Lydia, and she gave me an uneasy look but nodded her head, and Stiles’ arms replaced hers.

“Come on” He spoke softly, and I let him walk me to the door.  The cool night air felt good when we went outside.  I was instantly able to let out a long breath I didn’t know I’d been holding in.  I wandered over to the wall, leaning my back against it and closing my eyes, trying to keep my breathing steady.  I could hear Stiles stand next to me, but I stayed silent.  Once my eyes finally opened, and I wasn’t feeling sick from my surroundings, he spoke.  “What happened?” I looked at Stiles, my expression blank.

“So now we’re talking? I almost puke and we talk again?” His gentle look fell slightly.

“y/n I was worried I thought you were going to have an anxiety attack or something-”

“No, no I’m going inside I don’t want to do this” I said, walking towards the door but Stiles stepped in front of me.

“But you said we’d talk” He said brokenly.  I avoided his eyes, looking absolutely anywhere else.  “y/n come on-”

“No” I said as monotone as I could manage.


“No” I reached around him towards the door handle and surprisingly he didn’t push me away.

“Just tell me- just-” I waited as he stumbled over all of his words.  Stiles let out a defeated sigh, and stepped out of my way.  I waited a few more moments, but when he didn’t do anything, I turned the handle.  “Just tell me that you and Theo aren’t together now…” His voice was merely a whisper behind me, but I caught it.  Oh how my blood boiled.  I whipped around.

“Not that it’s any of your business Stiles, seeing that you told me you loved me then dropped out of my life for three months, but the second that another guy kisses me, or shows a mere interest, you’re all over it like the fucking alpha male you’ve been acting like!”

“y/n that’s not fair-”

“And it’s fair to ditch me when I needed you?” SIlence fell over us, and my chest was heaving.  Anger, disappointment, all brewing in my head.  But there was still that small spark of hope.  Please Stiles, please say the right thing, please don’t make me walk away.

“So it’s true? You’re with Theo now?”

God I wished I had a glass of something to splash it on his face.  This seemed like the proper time to do something like that.

“Sometimes Stiles, you’re a fucking idiot” I said slowly, shaking my head and turning around to go back inside.  When the door shut, I turned again, watching, and again hoping he’d burst in, tell me not to be with Theo (although i wasn’t), tell me he loves me and wants better for me, that he’d be better for me.  It sounded so romantically cliche in my head.

But after a minute of waiting, I felt I’d waited one minute too long.  Three months, three days, and one minute, and I had officially waited too long for Stiles Stilinski.  Is this the part where I try to move on?

It sounded dreadful.

I’d successfully sat at the table by myself looking like a loner for a whole hour.  This was a new record.  I mentally high fived myself and missed.  Yeah, my head was messed up like this for an entire sixty minutes.  While Scott and Allison were slow dancing to a fast song that made everyone else jump around in beautiful gowns and bare feet, I was sulking in my own self pity.  I amused myself by seeing if I could count all the bubbled in my glass of champagne.  I was currently at seventy six, but I think I counted the big one twice.

But I perked up when I heard a familiar burst of giggles.  I even smiled genuinely when I saw Madi blowing bubbles with Malia Kira Danny and Ethan.  They were all clapping and grinning, laughing with her as she proudly blew more bubbles.  My heart lifted from where it had sunk low in my chest.  At least someone was enjoying themselves.  And Madi was always capable of making a bad situation better in a  matter of seconds.  I watched for a few more minutes as she skipped and danced a little to the music, making the group of people light up with joy.

Theo caught my eye, making my smile falter a little as he walked towards my daughter and her new friends.  He almost walked past them, but I saw him stumble a little as his shoe slipped across the floor.  As much as I hoped he would, he didn’t fall.  I stifled a chuckle behind my hand, finding pure joy in his minor trip.  He spun on his heel, glaring at Madi and the others.  His eyes landed on her bubbles in her hand.  He grimaced and snatched it out of her hands.


“Stop making a mess!” He yelled, he actually screamed at her over practically nothing.  Even from where I was sitting a few tables away, I could still hear Madi’s whimpers.  I shot up and marched over angrily to the scene.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked angrily, trying not to yell, but I still got the attention of other people around us.

“Discipline” Theo gritted out, and tried to maneuver around me to grab Madi.  I shoved his shoulder, forcing him away from my daughter.  “What? Dad’s teach lessons” He maliciously shot his hand out towards Madi, and I slapped him across the face.  To me, the echo of the impact echoed in the room.  But only twenty people would have noticed what just happened.

“You are no father to my little girl” I spat out.  He growled at me, and Malia stood up abruptly, walking next to me.

“Turn around before you do something dumb” She warned.  But he pushed her and me, again trying to get at Madi.

“Hey!” Next thing I knew Theo was shoved to the ground on his ass.  I looked wildly over to where Stiles tood in front of Madi, eyes narrowed down towards Theo.

“Stilinski damnit, how many times am I gonna have to kick your ass?”

“You won’t, get out” Stiles muttered.  SOmehow I felt terrified and safe at the same time.

“What makes you think-” Stiles stepped forward.

“You’ve now messed with both of my girls, and if you say another word, you’ll regret me not personally dragging your sorry ass to hell” I swallowed thickly.

“You can’t make me leave Stilinski, Madi’s mine”

“You’re not my daddy!” My eyes widened and I jolted as she raced forward, wrapping her arms around Stiles’ leg.  “He’s my daddy!” Theo scowled, and pushed himself to stand.

“Listen here-”

“Is there a problem?” ANd now Scott was here.  The second Theo saw him, he had to have known he was beat.  But no, he went on like the jackass he was.

“Don’t you have a wife to be fucking?’ Theo spat.

“So there is a problem?” Allison asked, stepping up with her arms crossed.  Even Kira Malia and Danny had circled around him.  I was sure that Theo was either gonna start throwing punches, or make a run for it.  It was silent, people mostly just staring angrily at him.  He almost stepped to run out of the circle of people, but a hand gripped his shoulder.

“How about I take you outside?” Everyone was now staring with wide and curious eyes to where Isaac was gripping onto Theo.

“I can manage on my own-”


We watched still in silence as Isaac pushed Theo away, and out of the door.  Most of the people left, but Allison Scott Stiles and Madi were still standing around with me.

Stiles was the first to do something, scooping up Madi and rushing forward to me all in the same motion.  One arm was around her back as she sat on his waist, the other reached out towards me and I held it in both of mine tightly.  Tears sprung in my eyes and he seemed to notice because he yanked me in close but gently and held onto me tightly.  I looked over at his shoulder to see everyone was in their own little worlds, not noticing what had just happened here.  I held tightly onto him, one arm around him the other around Madi.

“Thank you daddy for protecting me and mommy” She whispered, causing a few tears to leak onto my cheeks.

“Come on, why don’t you go practice your dancing skills, seeing you still owe me a dance” Madi nodded as he set her down on the ground.

“See you soon!” She exclaimed, and scampered off to dance.  I watched for a moment as Scott and Lydia gladly let her jump around by them.

“I’ll go help them teach her to dance properly” Allison said with a soft giggle.  She squeezed my shoulder as I nodded, and walked off.  I turned to Stiles, and I’d barely even even faced him completely when he stepped forward again, and hugged me tightly.  I buried my nose down into the crook of his neck, breathing in deeply and just letting my emotions flood over me.

“I’m not with Theo, I was never with Theo Stiles I love you, you, and just you-” I sucked in a deep breath as I pulled back from him.  “I don’t wanna be with Theo” I whispered, and shook my head.  My hands latched behind his neck as he stared at me, lips parted slightly.  “Not even if it was what’s best for Madi, but I know it isn’t, I know he’s he- he doesn’t make her eyes light up like you, he doesn’t make her laugh, he’s nothing to her, he’s nothing to me besides a piece of shit” Again, I took more breaths.  “And I want that for her, all those good things…” My voice cracked but i kept going anyways.  “You’re the only one for her Stiles, you’re the only one for me”

His hands reached up and cupped my face, pulling me in for a long and passionate kiss.  Stiles tugged me closer and my arms wound around his neck, holding myself against him.

“I love you, god I love you so much” He breathed out, forehead resting against mine.  “y/n I’ve been in love with you since we met and that’s not gonna go away, ever, seriously I’ve tried.  Do you know how hard I’ve tried? To try and move on and find someone better than you? It’s impossible y/n.  Because there is no one better.  But I was the nerd who was stuck loving his best friend” i smiled gently.

“So was I”

“And I was jealous of Theo, of all people, I was.  Because I wasn’t him.  I wasn’t with you that night at Lydia’s party, maybe not doing what he did… but I still wasn’t with you.  I didn’t get… Madi… I wanted to be that guy, not the dick part but the father, I wanted to be the one to be there for you and help you raise her and love her, love her like she’s mine, because y/n all I’ve ever wanted with you is a future, no matter what it holds”

Tears were streaming down my cheeks and he tried to brush them away with the pads of his thumbs but I couldn’t stop crying.

“y/n I love you, I love Madi, and I want you both”

“I love you too” I whispered so quietly it was almost inaudible.  But by the way he smiled I knew he heard it.  “And I’m sorry for what I’ve put you through, especially today” He shook his head, brushing strands of hair behind my ear.

“Don’t be sorry, Theo’s getting the life beat out of him by Isaac.  That makes everything okay”

“And you got the girl Stilinski” I said as he was still brushing a hand through my hair.

“Yeah I got both of them, didn’t I?” He smiled, and I nodded my head.

“You did” I murmured.  He pulled me towards him again, softly placing his lips on mine.

“Took me long enough too” I giggled, holding him tightly as I kissed him between smiles and small bursts of laughter.

(third pov)

“Look at them” Allison whispered to Scott as they danced.  His arms wound around her waist, hers around his neck.  Scott looked over to where her head nodded to, seeing Stiles and y/n holding on to each other and kissing gently.  “Only they could make out without looking like they’re making out” Scott chuckled at that, and looked back down to her.

“This day couldn’t be more perfect” He mused, and she nodded.

“I do agree Mr McCall” Allison said with a small but cheeky smile.

“Wonderful, Mrs McCall” Scott replied, his nose rubbing against hers gently.

(your pov)

“Look at them” Stiles said with a small scoff.  I looked over to Scott and Allison, finding them eskimo kissing.

“Ew” I said, laughing a little.  “They’re already married, just get a room” Stiles laughed with me.

“Come on, come dance with me” He prompted, pulling on my hands.  I nodded, and followed him over to the dance floor.  A few feet away from our married friends.  His arm snaked around my waist, but he still held my one hand.  I left him lead, just spinning slowly around and smiling at each other cause neither of us really knew what we were doing.  I giggled when he stepped on my foot, but he looked mortified.  “I’m sorry- I’m so sorry” His face flushed pink and I just shook my head, then kicked off my heels and stepped up onto his shoes in my bare feet.  I wrapped both of my arms around his neck and his hands fell to my waist.

“There” I said, pecking his lips quickly.  “Much easier, yes?” Stiles nodded and gave me a sheepish smile.  I closed my eyes, pressing my forehead gently against his and then resting my head on his shoulder as we swayed around slowly.  He held me close and it was just a nice silence.  I’ve never felt so calm, so at peace.  Especially when ten minutes ago, I was sure that my life was shattered into pieces that could never be glued back together.

But here I was.  And Stiles was putting the last piece back into the puzzle.  I pulled back from him for a second, looking him in the eye, then raising my hands from where they were draped behind his neck, tangling them softly into his hair on the back of his head.  I tilted forward, softly pressing my lips into his, and closing my eyes tightly.  His hands tightened slightly on my hips as he kissed me back, and I smiled against his lips before he pulled away from me.

“What was that for?” He whispered, and I shrugged a shoulder and shook my head.

“I just don’t want to forget what that feels like” I murmured back.  A short smile pulled on his lips for a moment.

“Yeah well you don’t ever have to” He said, pecking my lips then cheek before pulling me against him again, almost in an embrace.

Our moment was cut short when Madi waddled up, tugging on Stiles’ pant leg and telling him that he owed her a dance.

“It’s- it’s enough true loves with mommy” She said, crossing her arms sassily.  I giggled and released Stiles, slipping back into my heels.  I waved them off to go dance.  I watched as he pulled her up to stand on his feet, just as I had been previously held, and he held her hands.  She was giggling as he danced all around wildly.  I just laughed and walked over to our table for a drink of water.  Surprisingly Allison was standing there as well, looking over the crowd of people.  When she caught me, she grinned and waved me over, so I picked up my pace and went up to her.

“Hiya” SHe said, raising her eyebrows a few times in a suggestive manner.  I blushed instantly as I grabbed my glass.

“Hey” I responded before taking a few drinks.  “How’s your reception going, Mrs McCall?” The brunette chuckled.

“It’s going wonderful, and if my assumptions are correct, you and Stiles are going steady?” I nodded with an uncontainable grin.

“Why yes, yes we are”

“Everything’s sorted out, correct?”

“Correct” I confirmed, smiling even wider.  Allison smiled too, and held her arms out for me to hug her.

“Let’s collectively be proud of each other” I laughed and pulled away, smiling over at where Madi was up in Stiles’ arms, being spun all around.  Allison looked between my line of sight, and she smiled just as I was.  “Hey, I’ve got a little surprise for you” SHe said softly, but the grin that grew on her lips told me it was something huge.

“What is it?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow in curiosity.

I unzipped the back of my dress as I entered my room.  Stiles came right in behind me a few moments later, already in a more comfortable set of clothes.

“Madi go to sleep?” I asked as the dress slipped onto the floor.  Stiles grinned and nodded his head.  I had grabbed a tee shirt from the dresser and turned to face him again.  “Did you have to sing to-” I froze, I didn’t expect him to be standing right there.  “Well hi there” I said with a small smile as his arms circled around my bare waist.

“Mm she’s sleeping” He hummed, dropping his head to plant his lips just below my ear.  I felt myself blush immediately and ran my hands up his chest to grip onto his shoulders.  Stiles seemed to like that because he began to suck gently on that sweet spot that makes me grin.

“You’re sure… she’s asleep?” I asked between breaths.  He bit gently and as soon as I whimpered his tongue ran over the red area, already back to sucking and making it better.

“Mhm” He answered.  I pushed him back and in seconds he’d lifted me up, my legs on either side of his waist and our lips already locking.  

When I fell back onto the bed he pulled his shirt up over his head and settled between my legs, propping himself up slightly on the bed with his elbows.  My hands tangled in his hair and he kissed down from my chin and throat, planting wet kisses down further.  Through the valley of my breasts all the way to just below my belly button and above the hem of my panties.  But I yanked him back up to me for another fast and sloppy wet kiss.  His tongue ran over the seam of my lips and I gladly allowed him entrance, parting my lips and letting our tongues mesh.  It wasn’t so much a fight for dominance, rather exploring each other’s mouths.  He leaned up, and I did as well, both of us sitting on our knees on the mattress.  His arms raised so he could cup my cheeks, then slid down my neck into my shoulders, traveling again down my arms and settling in a comfortable spot on my waist.  I had my hands clasped around the back of his neck, softly brushing into the ends of his hair here and there.

I let go of him, reaching my hands back behind me and Stiles pulled his lips off of mine, watching as I unclasped my bra and let it fall slowly down my arms.  I tossed it to the floor by the bed before looking back up at him.

He hastily shoved me back down to the bed, scattering hickeys in my body once again.

To say I was out of breath would be an understatement.  To say Stiles fucked the daylights out of me would be an understatement as well.  Now I get why some people say you won’t be able to walk properly the next day.

I was currently on my side, curled up against him in nothing but his tee shirt.  Stiles was lying on his back, an arm around me as I snuggled into his chest.  His other arm was across his stomach, our fingers linked on his toned skin.  We’d been laying like this for the past few minutes, just resting under a soft blanket.

“So I have some news from Alli” I hummed, tracing patterns in the slight trail of hair on his chest.

“Hm what?”

“She’s having twins” Stiles’ eyes widened as he looked at me, a big smile on his mouth.

“Wow… really?” I nodded, and he fist pumped the air.  I giggled at his excitement.

“I didn’t think you’d be that thrilled” I said, rolling over slightly but enough to look down at him.

“Well it means I’ll have to be Madi’s favorite now!” I raised my eyebrows in surprise.  “She’ll be so busy with her own little Scotts or Allisons running around the house, that Madi will have to spend the leftover time with me, and like me more!”

“Stiles…” I sighed, and shook my head.  “You’re crazy you know that?” He smiled sheepishly.

“At least I own it” He responded, and craned his neck up to place his lips on mine.  I smiled when we pulled away, and gave him one more quick kiss.

“I love you, you crazy” I said, and he smiled softly, caressing my cheek.

“I love you too” He responded.  I snuggled back into his chest and closed my eyes.  I fell asleep to his hand running up and down my back.

And finally, I’d found that state of mind, the one most people spent their entire lives looking for.  Luckily mine just came in the form of a family.

Originally posted by morgenroete

so i wrote this on a car ride back home for the holidays, and i legit cried when i finished and my family was just kinda awkwardly going ‘it’s ok… it’s… it’s ok..’ but it’s not, so many good things happened in here.  Theo got his ass kicked, Scallison got married, madi and y/n got the family they rightfully deserved, it all made a full circle and everyone (minus that lying ass bitch manipulative abusive theo) and I just want you all to know i love you all so much

and that is why i will be making you an epilogue :)

tagged: @morganschiebel @celestial-writing @bunnyboo10154 @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @almondmilkislove @kindfloweroflove @taegdcl1018 @peter-andhislostgirls

love you ~ jordie

anonymous asked:

Daddy The8 smut?

finally here!! I really hope you enjoy this!

You bit down on your lower lip hard, burying your face into your pillow as you held your finger vibrator against your clit. Occasionally you’d move it a little, which always had you bucking your hips desperately. It was difficult to stay silent with how swollen and sensitive your clit was and how vivid the memories of the last time Minghao had eaten you out were in your mind, but even more difficult was to pull the toy away from your most sensitive areas when you heard the apartment door open and close - Minghao was home, much earlier than thought.

Soon the bedroom door was open, too, and Minghao was getting on the bed next to you, stroking your hair with his hand before sliding the blanket you were almost fully under down on your body. With your upper body uncovered, Minghao traced his fingertips along your arm.

“How was your day?” you asked, hiding the heaviness of your breath as well as you could as you smiled at your boyfriend and turned to face him. It was a miracle that you were able to quickly push the finger vibrator under your pillow without him noticing, but you were glad to see that it was successful. The corners of Minghao’s mouth tugged upwards when he leaned closer to kiss you and slid his hand down your back.

“It was alright, but it’s much better now,” he said with a low voice and nibbled on your lower lip lightly. It wasn’t that difficult to notice that his breathing was heavy like yours, and there was a rather… heavy aura around him in general. Minghao squeezed your ass and pulled back to look into your eyes, his own deep and hooded. “Say, baby girl, how about you and daddy have some fun?”

Your breath hitched and you felt your already dripping, needy core clenching at the question. Fun with daddy? Oh, you’d never find yourself saying no to that. Your voice sounded so much like a purr that Minghao couldn’t help but smirk to himself as blood rushed to his cock. “I’d love that, daddy.”

You got the covers off yourself and rolled over to sit astride on top of Minghao, your heat pressing onto his bulge and your breasts pressing against his chest when you leaned down to kiss him hungrily with your hands in his hair. Minghao looked visibly pleased when he noticed that you weren’t wearing much more than a pair of panties and a loose top, and brought his hands to your thighs.

“Did you miss me?” he asked huskily against your lips while squeezing your thighs and sliding his hands up to cup your ass. His hands were a bit cool instead of the usual warm, and the contrast of them against your own, burning hot skin gave you goosebumps.

“You have no idea how much,” you mumbled, grinding against him with well calculated rolls of your hips that had Minghao’s jaw tightening about as much as his jeans. Without much further thought, he slid the fingers of his right hand into your panties, and he chuckled darkly at what he could feel.

He broke your kiss and teased your entrance with his fingertip. “You’re soaked, baby girl. Don’t try to tell me this is all a result of the past two minutes, because I’m not buying it.”

You bit your lip playfully and gave Minghao a challenging raise of your eyebrows. “I might’ve had some fun before you got here.”

“And what has daddy said about that?” His voice was demanding and his hand that was still on your thigh was holding you more tightly, which made you giggle.

“That it’s only okay when it’s with him,” you cooed, pressing yourself both against his crotch and his finger. Minghao sneered.

“Exactly, love, yet you’ve done the very opposite. You’ve been a,” he interrupted his sentence so that he could bring his mouth to your ear and nibble on your earlobe, “very bad girl.”

Shivers ran down your spine at the sensual whisper, and you felt incredibly excited, thrilled, even. “Will you punish me?”

Another sneer. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” He delivered a spank to your ass and smirked when you moaned and pressed your pussy harder against him. “Let’s get that pretty ass of yours even prettier, shall we?”

Perhaps your nod was a bit too eager, but Minghao didn’t mind. You got off him and sat on the bed expectantly, taking your shirt off as you waited for him while he stuffed his hand into the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a long, black silk scarf that he soon used to tie your wrists first together and then to the headboard, your elbows resting on a pillow as you were on your knees. You could’ve burst with the anticipation, and you knew that if you hadn’t had your panties on, you’d already have your juices dripping down your thighs.

Minghao got behind you and, with his teeth digging lightly into the supple flesh of your ass, began sliding your wet panties down your quivering thighs. You swallowed hard and shut your eyes tightly when you could feel his tongue flat on your pussy, licking a long string from your clit to your entrance. A moan left your lips and your hips pushed against his face on their own accord, and Minghao grinned as he pressed a wet kiss to your clit.

“Tasting perfect like always, little girl,” he hummed against you, delving his tongue into your wetness before pulling back altogether. You whined and swayed your ass from side to side, begging for more attention. Minghao walked to the head of the bed and grinned to himself, and placed his hand on your ass when he returned to his earlier position. “Remember that it’s me who sets the pace.”

“Yes, daddy,” you answered obediently and gasped sharply when Minghao’s palm landed on your ass again, this time in a spank.

“Keep count,” Minghao rasped, and you whined a “Yes”. A few spanks later, he opened the button and zipper of his jeans with one hand and merely left them up and open, and when you were a moaning mess, barely able to form the word “nine” so that it was comprehensible, he let out a dark chuckle. You frowned a little, panting, your pussy aching with need and your anticipation making your thighs sticky, but all your silent questions were answered when you felt something very familiar press to your clit, and…

“You wouldn’t,” you gasped, your muscles tensing all over in preparation.

“Oh, I would.”

…with a quiet click, your finger vibrator was on, ripping a loud cry from your throat as it rubbed into your swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh God,” you whined and pressed your thighs together tightly with strong tingles running up your spine. Minghao watched you in awe, taking in the way you were shaking; how your thighs were glistening; how your ass was still gradually getting redder and redder and his favorite - how you occasionally pressed against his finger and occasionally tried to shy away from the vibrator, as much as it was in vain.

“I can’t believe you used this without daddy,” he said, his voice scolding, and smacked your ass again.

Ten, God I’m so sorry.” Your voice was shaky and you could feel tears in your eyes at the intensity of the situation. The tie around your wrists wouldn’t budge, so all you could do was clasp your hands together. You could feel the knot in the pit of your stomach tighten and your mouth opened in a loud moan as pleasure began washing over you in strong waves. “Daddy, I’m going to–”

“Cum for me, kitten,” Minghao grunted and bent down, teasing your wet entrance with his tongue while moving the vibrator a little on your clit, until he could feel your juices flowing out even more than before and your core clenching rhythmically. You muffled your moans into the pillow underneath you, your body shaking all over with the vibrator still on your clit and Minghao’s tongue lapping eagerly at your pussy that was sensitive after the orgasm.

“D-daddy,” you whimpered, trying to pull away from him but only getting a spank on your ass as a punishment instead, which made you let out a gasp. “Eleven.”

“Good girl,” Minghao murmured, slowly pulling away from you and turning the finger vibrator off before removing it from your clit and putting it aside altogether. “You’ve been so good for daddy.”

You almost purred when he ran his hands on your ass soothingly, then up and down your back. When his hands left you and didn’t return within a couple of seconds, you turned your head around enough to be able to see him taking off his clothes, and you bit your lip in excitement. “You look really good.”

Minghao grinned as he stepped out of his pants. “And you look ravishing.”

You giggled, but it was cut short when Minghao appeared next to you, towering over you when he got on the bed and stood on his knees, with his half-hard cock in his hand and his eyes looking at you expectantly.

“Won’t you help daddy out?” he asked, voice suggestive yet demanding in a way that excited you to no end. You nodded eagerly, and once he had gotten a bit closer to you, trailed your tongue along his shaft. Minghao brought his hand to your hair and stroked it while you kissed and licked his length, sucking a little here and there. Once he was a bit harder, he guided the tip to your lips and licked his own. “Open wide, baby girl.”

He hissed in satisfaction when you wrapped your mouth around him, and he bucked his hips a little. One of his hands in your hair and the other on his own hip, he threw his head back and closed his eyes, fully focusing on the way your mouth felt around him: the tightness, the wetness, and more than anything, your skilled tongue running along the veins and swirling around the head of his length.

After some of that bliss, with his cock slick and glistening with your saliva and his own pre-cum, he tugged at your hair and pulled out with a grunt, petting your hair. “Daddy’s going to wreck you real good.”

“Yes, please,” you whined at the mere thought of what was to come while Minghao ran his thumb over your mouth to clean your lips a little, although you did take his thumb into your mouth for a couple of seconds afterwards, too. You wiggled your ass a little, and he chuckled at your impatience.

Not much later, he was on his knees behind you, his hands squeezing your ass and his cock pressing against you. He hummed, biting his lower lip as he spread your cheeks and merely ground himself against your wet pussy. A grin spread to his lips when you whimpered and pushed against him.

“Daddy, please fuck me,” you begged, knowing that that was what always did it for him. Minghao let out a shaky, deep breath, but didn’t reply anything. Instead, he guided his cock to your entrance and pushed in, first slowly but finally slamming in fully in one swift thrust. You moaned loudly at that, your hands holding each other tightly, as gladly as you would’ve been grasping at the bed sheets or, heck, Minghao’s legs.

“God, your pussy feels good,” he groaned and gave you a couple of sharp spanks on your ass before placing his hands on your waist. You moaned at his hands landing on your already sensitive skin, a delicious pain you enjoyed to the point of clenching around him whenever it happened, and held your breath in anticipation. Minghao bent down and pressed his lips to the back of your left shoulder, merely rolling his hips for a while and enjoying the quiet whimpers coming from you. Then you felt him breathe near your ear. “Daddy’s done playing around.”

You barely had enough time to prepare yourself before he was pulling out and slamming back in hard, his hands tight on your waist. With every thrust, he pulled you back down onto himself, the sound of his skin slapping into yours filling the room along with your satisfied yet needy moans and whimpers. His thrusts were hard and sharp, just what you needed, and little by little you could feel one of his hands sliding up your back and grab some of your hair.

“Tell me how you feel baby girl,” Minghao grunted and tugged at your hair, after which he picked up his pace a little from before, his thrusts even rougher now. You mewled, your voice going up and down in waves with the pace at which Minghao was fucking you.

“I feel so good daddy, your cock is so– ah– good,” you choked out, your speech cutting when Minghao pushed particularly deep into you. He grunted a couple of approving words and soon let go of your hair in order to place both of his hands on your hips.

“You love it when daddy fucks you, don’t you,” he muttered with a low voice and looked at the way your back was arching and your hair was falling down as you let your head down. You whined, your legs quivering more and more with each thrust of his.

“I love it so much,” you said, after which you bit down on your lower lip. The feeling of Minghao moving inside of you was getting too much, yet you loved it more than anything. With already one orgasm behind you, the second one felt intense when it was merely approaching you. He breathed heavily and chuckled lowly when the sounds of him pushing into you began sounding even wetter than they had already, and he had no doubt that your juices were dripping everywhere.

“Mmh, wet like the good girl you are,” he hummed approvingly and bent down over you again, kissing your shoulder sloppily with some suction included while moving one of his hands underneath you, his middle finger soon finding your swollen, incredibly sensitive clit. As soon as you could feel him touch it, you whined and jolted, a high-pitched moan leaving your lips.

“Please make me cum, daddy,” you whimpered, shaking all over when Minghao began massaging your clit lightly, keeping his thrusts deep and well-angled and a bit slower than before. He didn’t reply, and just leaned more forward and told you to turn your head a little. Once you had, he brought his lips to yours and kissed you, hungry yet gentle, as he brought you to your second orgasm.

His finger never ceased moving on your clit, nor did he stop thrusting until he had come as well, and his lips swallowed every last moan and whimper of yours. While he rode you through your orgasm, your hands began relaxing, even though the throbbing between your legs didn’t particularly ease down. Minghao grunted when he had finally reached his peak and he began pulling out, some of his cum inside of you and some landing on your ass while he stroked himself fast, and he grunted in satisfaction.

Your breathing was fast and heavy as you slowly got over your orgasm, and you finally allowed your legs to collapse and just lied down on the bed flat on your stomach. Minghao chuckled and ran his hands up your legs gently. “You must be tired.”

Turning your head around a little, you smiled at him. “You could say so.”

He pressed a soft kiss on your lower back before moving higher on the bed in order to let your hands free, and he pressed kisses to your wrists, where the tie had left slight red marks. You looked at him with adoration in your eyes, but closed them when you felt his hand gentle on your cheek and leaned into his touch. “It wasn’t too much, was it?”

“Not at all,” you said quietly and pressed a kiss to his palm before smiling, your eyes fluttering open again. “I really enjoyed it, as always.”

Minghao nodded and lay down next to you. Running his fingers through your now slightly sweaty hair, he pouted a little. “Just always remember to say if it gets too much.”

“Isn’t that what we have the safe word for,” you whispered, moving closer to Minghao so that you could cuddle into him and get your arm around him. He embraced you with a quiet chuckle.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said and pressed a kiss to the top of your head while holding you against himself affectionately.

“I love you too, daddy,” you said teasingly, giggling when Minghao pulled away with a quirked eyebrow, clearly about to say something. “I’m kidding. I love you too, Hao”

“That’s more like it,” he mumbled, this time kissing you on your lips. It was long and sweet and almost had your toes curling and your chest bursting with warmth.

You took a bath together - you took your time, washing yourselves and each other and playing with the bubbles in between. Before going to bed, you cuddled for a long time, talking about your days and making fun of each other; Minghao found it particularly amusing when you kept saying that your buttocks hurt, although he did also make sure you weren’t actually in grave pain.

Every time, you’d shake your head and say that it wasn’t anything you couldn’t get over, and he’d give you a quick, gentle kiss somewhere on your body that he could reach and hug you a little tighter, with loving words slipping through his lips, only for you.

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Aubrey - Maturin Chemistry

Most of you have probably watched ‘Master and Commander’. Some of you have likely also read the corresponding novels by Patrick O’Brian. And then, you have the rare few, myself included, who ship the hell out of Captain Jack Aubrey and Stephen Maturin. 

So, I’ve taken it upon myself to comprise some of the best passages illustrating the special bond between the two. It’s the closest thing to actual canon proof that I can muster, in regards to this ship. Read them if you like. They’re cute. 

“Stephen walked into the great cabin. ‘Jack,’ he said, ‘it is weeks since we played a note. What do you say to a bout this evening, if you are not too taken up with your bollards and capstan-bars?’

'Have you come aboard, my plum?’ cried Jack, looking up from the bosun’s accounts with a beaming face.”

- H.M.S Surprise

“To the infinite distress of the afterguard a huge shadow fell across the deck - the captain, stark naked and carrying a towel. ‘Good morning, Doctor,’ he said. 'What are you about?’ 

'Good morning my dear,’ said Stephen.”

- H.M.S Surprise

“Jack, wrapped in a boat-cloak, with a dark-lantern between his knees, sat in the stern-sheets, filled with pleasurable anticipation. He had not seen Stephen Maturin for a vast stretch of time, made even longer by the grinding monotony of the blockade: how lonely he had been for the want of that harsh, unpleasant voice!”

- H.M.S Surprise 

“Jack unable to eat for worry about Stephen. “Up and down the water-line of the half-moon beach, with his hands behind his back, turning over various private marks that might make Stephen smile if he missed this first rendezvous: some degrees of tension, to be sure, but none of the devouring anxiety of that first night long ago,sout of Palamós, when he had had no idea of his friend’s capabilities…In the beam of the lantern the paper showed a straggle of disconnected lines: Dear J – some words, lines of figures – the signature S, trailing away off the corner, a wavering curve. ‘This is not his writing,’ whispering still in the darkness, caution rising still over this certainty of complete disaster. 'This is not his hand.’ 'He has been tortured.’”

- H.M.S Surprise

Bonden shoved off: Jack called 'Row dry, there,’ and watched the cutter pull away towards the still-winking light. When at last it went out he turned from the rail, gave the orders that would carry the Bellona to her anchorage, and went below, deeply sad. He had seen Stephen off like this many and many a time, but his grief and anxiety never grew less.“

- The Yellow Admiral

"‘Pass the word for Dr. Maturin,’ said the Commodore, and the word passed down through the echoing decks.
'Him and the Commodore have been tie-mates this many a year,’ observed a seaman as it made its way along the orlop.
'What’s a tie-mate, guv?’ asked the landsman, newly pressed.
'Don’t you know what a tie-mate is, cully?’ asked the seaman with tolerant scorn.
The landsman shook his heavy head: there were already seventeen thousand things he did not know, and their number increased, daily.
'Well, you know what a pigtail is?’ asked the seaman, showing his own, a massive queue that reached his buttocks, and speaking loud, as to a fool or a foreigner. The landsman nodded, looking a little more intelligent. 'Which it has to be unplaited, washed on account of the lice, combed, and plaited again for muster. And can you do it yourself, behind your back? Not in time for muster, mate. Not in time for Kingdom Come, neither. So you get a friend, like me and Billy Pitt, to do yours, you sitting on a cheese of wads at your ease, or maybe a bucket turned arsy-versy; and then you do his: for fair’s fair, I say. And that is what we call tie-mates.’
'I heard of that Billy Pitt of yours,’ said the landsman, narrowing his eyes.”

- The Commodore

“‘I have served long enough in the Navy to prefer the lesser of two weevils.’
'So you have, brother,’ said Jack, looking at him affectionately.”

- The Commodore

“Stephen walked through the coach into the great cabin, smiling: but Jack sat right aft, staring out over the stern, both arms on his paper-covered desk; he sat motionless, and with such a look of stern unhappiness that Stephen’s smile faded at once. He coughed. Jack whipped round, strong displeasure masking the unhappiness for an instant before he sprang up, as lithe as a much younger man: he seized Stephen with even more than his usual force, crying ‘God’s my life, Stephen, how glad I am to see you!’”

- The Commodore 

“Jack and Stephen met again, almost on the very steps of the Crown. ‘Well met, brother,’ cried Jack from a little distance. Stephen considered the Commodore’s face and his gait: was he sober? 'You look uncommon cheerful, my dear,’ he said, leading him in the direction of the Pigtail Steps. 'I wish you may not have met with some compliant young person, overwhelmed with all the gold lace upon your person.’

'Never in life,’ said Jack. 'Aubrey the Chaste is what I am called throughout the service.’”

- The Hundred Days

“Aloud he said, ‘Hola, Jack.’
‘Stephen!’ cried Jack, shooting out backwards with surprising nimbleness in so large a man and seizing his friend by both hands. His pink face was scarlet with pleasure, and a slight answering flush appeared in Maturin’s.”

- The Mauritius Command

I have more; believe me, I do, and perhaps I’ll make a second post some day. For now, hope you enjoyed! 

A Rose is a Rose

Hello lovely people. Its 1 a.m. and I am at my prime. Here’s a not so short, not so long fic for someone who made my day. Sorry I’ve been a little absent lately. Things have been so hectic with packing up my entire life to start college. I leave in two days and i’m so anxious.

But here’s something to hold you over for a few days; until i’m settled in.

Pairing: Michael x Reader (I truly need more Michael requests)

Warnings: Mentions of Sibling death, fighting, fluff

It was nearly 3 in the morning when there was a pounding on my front door.

I got out of the bed and wrapped a robe around my body, walking down the stairs.

When I swung the door open, the cold air and rain hit me like a ton of bricks as I stood there staring at the man I secretly loved.

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Kinktober2017 Day 9: Frottage with Klance

And the question remains: will I ever stop posting at the end of the day and start posting at the beginning or at least middle of the day?! No one knows! Here, have Klance, forgive me!

“I bet my dick is bigger than yours.”

It was a universally famous, not to mention stupid and obvious, provocative line that Keith definitely shouldn’t have fallen for. Sure, he knew he could be impulsive at times, but he was still smart enough to know when Lance was baiting him into doing something ridiculously stupid that he should avoid.

But despite all that, here he was, gasping out heavily with a red face and his neck craned as he pressed his fully erect dick up against Lance’s. His heart was pounding as Lance’s hand wrapped around both of their cocks, pressing them together even harder.

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Don’t Speak *Cristiano Ronaldo imagine*


I sighed closing the door to the house, today was a long day and all I wanted to do right now was sleep. However as I walked past the kitchen I realized that sleep wasn’t even close to what I could do. Groaning I set my bag down, and tied up my hair as I begun to wash dishes. 

As I continued to wash the dishes, it seemed like it was never ending because every time I washed a dish more would appear like it was some sort of sorcery. And at some point in my mind I just said, “Fuck it!” throwing the sponge in the sink I stormed through the house looking for one person in particular. 

When I walked past the game room, I heard laughing and stopped. Taking a look inside I saw exactly who I was looking for. I slammed the door open and it ended up hitting the wall. Cristiano jumped slightly and turned around giving me a smile, “Hey babe” 

I raised an eyebrow, “Don’t you hey babe me” I told him

Cristiano stood up and made his way over to give me a kiss when I stopped him, “What’s wrong?” He asked

“What’s wrong Cristiano? How about I’ve been working late shifts every night since the last two weeks, and when I come home I come home to dishes that seem to be multiplying every second. You’re home since 4 o’clock you can’t wash the dishes?Are your hands broken or some shit?” I asked

Cristiano stared at me in shock, “I’m sorry, you feel that way but there’s nothing I can do about your late shifts” He said trying to be funny

I gave him a blank stare, “I’m not fucking around Cristiano” 

He sighed, “Alright I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you want me to do honestly. The house stuff is all your job, I just fix things and play soccer” Cristiano said turning around

“So you’re saying house chores are for women alone?”

Cristiano quickly turned around, “Well I mean-”

I scoffed, “Fuck you Cristiano” 

“Y/N come on”

I pushed his hands away, “No seriously fuck you, I do some much shit and you don’t do anything minus play video games when you’re not on the field or at practice.”

“And what do you do at work? You’re a nurse, you just assist the damn doctors all day and you’re here yelling at me!”

I stared at him, “So that’s what you think I do all day? I have to fucking deal with other ignorant ass people and then come home and deal with the fucking king of ignorance” I yelled at him

“And how do you think it is with you?! You’re the same way!You never stop nagging and you’re just as ignorant as I am” 

I groaned in frustration, and walked out of the game room. Fine! He doesn’t want to hear my nagging, he won’t have to hear it anymore then. 

~The Next Day

When I woke up, I didn’t even bother making breakfast and just grabbed a bowl of cereal I sat down at the table and scrolled through the news on my phone. After a little while, Cristiano woke up and looked around. “You didn’t make breakfast?” He asked

I didn’t say anything and placed my bowl in the sink. Cristiano raised an eyebrow, “Hello? Am I speaking into the air?” He asked again

I walked past him and he reached out grabbing my arm but missing. I just continued walking to the room and getting ready to go to work, grabbing my keys I walked out into the garage. “Y/N, hey I haven’t seen you in a while?”Marcelo said 

I smiled giving him a hug, “It has been how are the boys?” I asked

Cristiano looked between us with his mouth open and a face full of shock, Marcelo chuckled, “They’re great, Liam’s not keeping us up as much as he used to, and Enzo’s actually been asking about you” He said

I smiled, “Well tell Enzo, I’ll stop by soon with Junior one of these days” 

Marcelo nodded, “Will do”

“Hey Y/N, can you pass me that?” Cristiano asked

I payed him no attention, and gave Marcelo a hug. “I’ve got to run to the hospital, I’ll see you later alright” I told him

Marcelo nodded chuckling, "Have fun at work" He said

I waved and started walking to my car, “You see what I mean, she’s been ignoring me like that since this morning” I heard Cristiano say

I rolled my eyes getting in my car and heading off to work. My time at work was so nice, for some reason today no one was begging ignorant or rude it was just a nice and peaceful day. So you could imagine how I felt when the day ended, I groaned walking through the doors Leila and Frankie next to me. “What’s up with you? Are you Y/N actually enjoying work today?” Frankie asked

I nodded, “It’s my break today”

They chuckled, we eventually had to split up and get into our separate cars and then home. Once I got home, I sighed as soon as I walked through the door. Heading into the kitchen I had already started to tie my hair up when I saw the amount of dishes in the sink.

I rolled my eyes not even not speaking to the damn man will get him to help out. “Y/N these are for you” Cristiano said

I didn’t pay him any attention, and continued to wash the mount of dishes in the sink. Cristiano sighed, “Y/N are you really going to ignore me? I said I was sorry”

Again I didn’t say anything, and just scoffed. Cristiano stayed all the way till I finished washing the dishes. He followed me all the way around the house as I did everything that needed to be done even when I went to the bathroom he stayed outside the door. 

And just as I was going to walk out of the door, Cristiano pulled the door shut. I groaned, “I’m not letting go of the door until you talk to me Y/N” He said

I raised an eyebrow, and looked around the bathroom. I shook my head, and opened up the window. Climbing out, I walked around the house and to the front door getting the key from under the mat I unlocked the door and went to the bedroom. 

When I walked in Cristiano stared at me shocked, “How did you? There’s no-God Damnit Y/N” He said

I shook my head at him, and changed my clothes. 


When I woke up the next morning, the entire living room and coffee table was filled with flowers and teddy bear’s. I looked around confused, and Cristiano came over placing his hand over my shoulder, “So do you like it? It’s my way of saying I’m sorry about what I said the other day. I was wrong, and I-Wait where are you going?” He asked as I walked away

I didn’t answer him, and continued walking out of the living room. Cristiano sighed, “Y/N please speak to me I’m sorry, alright I’m a fucking tool and I deserve to be hit” He said

I tried my hardest not to laugh, but he continued, “Seriously sometimes I don’t know why you stay with me, but then I remember how attractive I am and then I realize-but that’s not the point.” He said continuing to ramble on

I chuckled shaking my head, “Shut up Ronaldo” 

Cristiano smiled, “She speaks” He said

I rolled my eyebrows, “She does speak”

Cristiano sighed, “I really am sorry about what I said to you the other night, I know what you do is important both at work and here. I understand that now, and I don’t know what made me be an ass and say those things” 

I nodded, “I’m glad you realized how important I am” 

Cristiano chuckled, “Is there anything you’d like to say to me?” 

I sighed, “I’m sorry for calling you ignorant and comparing you with the patients, and thank you for washing the dishes this morning” 

Cristiano gave me a smile pulling me close to him, “I love you”

I smiled, “I love myself too”


A/N: Sorry it’s been so long since I posted any fics, I’m having a rough time recently. 

Concept: Something is different about Logan, Virgil just can’t help himself. FLUFF

Pairings: Analogical

Logan has always prided himself in dressing in the most professional way, if he wore a tie then he had to pair them with slacks, no matter how much Thomas insisted that jeans and a tie were in style. Logan had lost himself in his work, not unusual, but he completely forgot to do laundry, so there he was standing in front of his nearly empty closet cursing himself. He owned possibly two pairs of jeans, actually, he wasn’t sure that these were his. He groaned closed his closet in defeat, he would just have to stay in his room today.

Accepting his fate of being stuck in his room until it would be appropriate to walk around in his nightwear, in order to do laundry. He had gone back to typing away on his laptop, working on something or other for Thomas, it probably didn’t have to be done for another week at least. Suddenly he felt that urge, the one that comes when Thomas summons them. Logan groans gets up from his desk and walks to his closet. He looks at the options before him black skinny jeans with rips that he’s certain are Virgil’s or dark wash skinny jeans. “Why do I only own skinny jeans,” he groaned internally. He finally decided that the black skinny jeans would make him look too much like Virgil so he grabbed the dark wash jeans. Logan was still very skeptical that Thomas, had any knowledge of fashion let alone that a tie looked good with *shudders* jeans. He opted for a fitted t-shirt instead. He gave himself a once over in the mirror and groaned, he was not prepared to deal with the judging looks.

Logan appeared and looked around to the others, he was the last one to appear. Virgil looked at the logical side and said, “You alright, there teach?” Logan rolled his eyes, “I appeared to have lost time while working this week, and seemed to have forgotten to do laundry.” The other sides chuckled, not surprised that the logical side, had forgotten about laundry. Thomas just shook his head, “Logan you know I told you, you could wear jeans with a tie, right?” Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, “Thomas considering that you wear the same five shirts every year. I do not trust your fashion advice. Can we just get to your inevitable dilemma?” With that, they continued on with Thomas’ video.

Once finished the sides returned to the mindspace. Roman and Patton were starving so they went to the kitchen to make dinner. Logan was heading back to his room when Virgil stopped him in the hallway. He tapped on the logical sides’ arm, “Hey Logan, I dig the jeans,” he smirked and started to walk away. Logan just stood there looking after the anxious side, he was flustered. How was he supposed to deal with this compliment? Logan grabbed Virgil’s arm and brought him back, he pinned him to the wall. Logan still wasn’t really thinking clearly but, “How am I supposed to respond to such a compliment?” Virgil chuckled, “Well most people say thank you, or give a compliment back.” Logan blushed, “Well then I guess I should thank you for your nice compliment. However, do not expect this to be a regular occurrence.” Virgil’s face fell slightly, “Well that’s a shame teach because they are very flattering,” with that Virgil winked at Logan and walked away.  

Logan was still very confused, unsure of what the events of today actually meant. He decided not to overthink it. The compliment that Virgil gave him made his stomach do small flips, and he decided that whatever this feeling was it wasn’t entirely bad. He made a mental note to wear jeans more often, or at least sometimes. He secretly wondered if wearing sweatpants would get a reaction out of the anxious trait as well. Logan would have to test that theory one day, but for now, he was content knowing that Virgil noticed the way he looked and liked it.  Now Logan would never change his entire wardrobe but if wearing jeans or something out of his normal attire would make him feel this wonderful feeling then he would experiment. If you asked him he would say it’s purely for science, in order to understand this feeling he would wear an outfit once a week that was more laid back.