all 3 of those girls would be me if i got to meet him

Nessian’s Kids Headcanons

I know this is unexpected from me because I was vehemently against any pregnancies/baby faes for any of the ships in ACOWAR but I am okay with them having kids waaaaay way down the line. Anyway, I don’t remember how this happened but Sarah @nessiansmut and I came up with a few headcanons of Azriel and Elain babysitting Nessian’s kids so here we go:

  • The inner circle would do the ‘not it’ thing whenever nessian need a babysitter. no one would be able to keep those kids in line
  • Elain would volunteer as a last resort 'how bad can it be?’
  • Azriel agrees to help because Elain convinces him he could probably help keep the kids entertained with his shadows
  • one hour in they’re missing one child, one’s running around naked and another’s pulling at Azriel’s wings trying to get him to spread them wide so they can see them
  • just imagine loud curly headed children running around everywhere
  • even azriel’s shadows wouldn’t be a match for them. Elain would be frantically screaming at him to find the missing kid and he’d just be like 'I’VE GOT NOTHING! IT’S LIKED THEY DROPPED OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH!’
  • I thought fae children were supposed to be rare where do they keep coming from????
    From your damn sister who apparently spends all her time “training” doing something else entirely
    Someone needs to stop them before they make a small army
  • The naked kid is pulling out all these random weapons and Elain is just horrified. “Do they not baby proof?!?” (Cass would be offended to hear that: 'that is baby proof! the blade’s shorter than 20cm!’ )
  • Azriel would be begging and pleading for Rhys to use his daemati power to convince the kids to calm down “But you’re High Lord surely you can get them to stop moving.”
  • one of the kids would be grinning really wide but his teeth have a blue glow and Az sees and he’s like 'Spit out the Syphon! Geez, how and when did you even get that?’ (SOMEONE PLEASE DRAW THIS)
  • a completely dishevelled Elain would be furiously whispering to Az “Just knock them out! Not too hard. Nobody has to know. It’s the only way to get them to sleep and we can get a break. Please”
  • Azriel trying to change diapers having to use his shadows to stop the kid from squirming around
  • 'AZ I CAN’T FLY YOU NEED TO GET HER DOWN FROM THE ROOF ASAP' 
  • one of the babies is that type of kid who just doesn’t stop asking questions. “Are your wings bigger than daddy’s? Do you sleep upside down like a bat? Why are yours blue?”
  • the only reason nessian needed a babysitter was to go to the cabin in the illyrian mountains and have sex for a few hours.  
  • Nesta: I have a meeting with the humans. Emissary business he’s coming for protection.
    Elain: *mutters under breath* the only protection he needs to provide is of the contraceptive kind
    Azriel: emissary business my ass.
  • imagine Az with a baby hanging onto his back for dear life and nibbling at his wing while he’s trying to find his pacifier “Elain it bit me” “Azriel they have names…" 
  • "PLEASE STOP CHEWING AT MY WINGS DEAR GOD ELAIN THEIR BABIES ARE CANNIBALS”
  • “I fought Hybern. Twice. I survived my brothers. This this is too much.“
  • They find a 4th kid just sitting in the kitchen completely still. they’d look outside into the living room muttering "1…2…3…” they turn and look into the kitchen “4?…” “I thought they only had 3.” “So did I.”
  • after they realise that two of them are twins Elain would be running around yelling 'WHO ARE YOU?! WHERE’S THE SECOND YOU?!’
  • Nesta then lets them know that they won’t make it home in time and they need them to babysit the kids overnight  “What do you mean you’re running late and watch them for 3 hours is now over night? What do we feed them? Do they sleep?” 
  • eventually Nesta and Cass would come back and Az would be passed out on the couch with a baby cradled in the crook of his wing on the floor, the baby’s nappy not even secured properly. Elain would be sleeping upstairs with her head on the toilet seat with two more kids sleeping in a nest of blankets in the bathtub and the fourth kid would be in the kitchen stuffing his face with marshmallows and grinning at them when they come home
  • They wouldn’t even blink, though. Cass would just pick the kid up when he makes grabby hands at him and goes 'DADA!’ and he’d be like 'Heeeey buddy… did you give auntie Elain and uncle Az a hard time?’ and the kid would nod and he’d be like 'good job!’ and fist bump his little fist. Nesta would go upstairs to wake Elain up and thank her
  • Elain would wake up and the first thing she says is  “I swear to god, Nesta if you have any more kids not even your death powers will save you from my rage” or “I’d rather be thrown in the cauldron again than babysit these monsters again.”

BONUS Headcanons:

  • Nesta and Cassian have 4 kids: the oldest is a girl, the twins and the youngest are boys
  • They name the girl after Cassian’s mother
  • the twin who always disappears has Nesta’s personality and he always just hides somewhere and reads

wordmage-girl  asked:

Why do you want to fight Nicholas Sparks? And how would you challenge him (thrown glove, e-vite, etc)?

Thrown glove, definitely. This has to be PERSONAL, even though my problem with him is really everything he represents.

I have talked before about how his brand of dreck has basically killed the romcom, but I don’t think I’ve talked about why I hate his brand of dreck, so gather around, chickadees, for “How do I hate thee, Nicholas Sparks? Let me count the ways.”

1. Tragedy porn. Look, honestly, I liked “A Walk to Remember.” Mostly because of “Only Hope” and Shane West’s face, but I liked it (if I watched it today, even divorced from the whole of Sparks’s canon, I would hate it, but that’s a separate issue). But as time went on and I watched a couple more of his movies and then heard about the others, it’s just … look. I know that we make stories to make people feel a certain way. We want to elicit an emotional response. And that’s a good thing, you know? And I know I rail about darkness and sadness a lot, but I’m not even saying that stories should only try to elicit good emotions. That feels shallow.

But with Nicholas Sparks and other tear-jerker-type stories (see: reasons I never got into Grey’s Anatomy, reasons I’m more likely to read straight-up darkfic than what people call “sads”), the emotional manipulation is incredibly blatant and formulaic and … I don’t know, is “cheap” the word I want? I don’t see the point in a story that says “Here’s a thing you love. Fate is going to take that thing you love from you. The main character is going to lift their chin like Scarlett O’Hara and say ‘tomorrow is another day!’“ I don’t feel like it’s something the creator is sharing with me, I feel like it’s something they’re trying to do to me, and I don’t take kindly to that.

2. White Cis Hets Touching Foreheads.

3. His whole brand is marketed to women, books and movies both, they’re chick flicks, date movies, stuff For the Women, but he sure is a dude. Not that men aren’t allowed to write romances, but it’s just that slimy feeling of “a wise man making money off all those silly weepy romantic women” rather than “a wise man showing that it’s okay for both women and men to cry over a love story where tragic things happen.” Like. Nora Roberts sure doesn’t have this kind of franchise. And I can’t say I enjoy reading Nora Roberts, but one could excise the sex from her books and make movies and market them to women, but somehow nobody got to be a romantic-book-adaptation juggernaut until Sparks. Partly because he’s a man and partly because

4. Happiness Isn’t Art. There seems to be this implication that because things end badly, because they’re sad, because they make you cry, it’s okay that they’re romantic. The sadness makes sure that they’re art. And fuck that, honestly? Tearjerkers are fine, whatever, they can (and should, I don’t want to stop people writing for the genres that appeal to them) exist in the world even if I don’t want to consume them, but nobody in this world gets to tell me that the unhappiness elevates them higher than the romcom. That it’s better than Nora Roberts not because he’s a man but because the sadness makes it somehow more worthy.

5. Look at that face. Tell me you don’t want to punch that smug face.

6. Sometimes you just read a book or watch a movie and know that the person behind the story is ideologically opposed to you in pretty much every possible way.

Just to sum up, I guess … I’m a person who loves reading and writing love stories. I always have been, since I was a little kid. If there’s tragedy and difficulty along the way, sure, I’m willing to go along with that, but when there’s someone who consistently says “no, this is only worthy if I take happiness away from you, because happiness isn’t art, because romance is only worth of attention if tragedy interrupts it,” then I get ready for a fight. And since he’s very much the trend leader there, I am pretty much ready to meet him in the pit at all times.

important facts & quotes from hidden oracle reread #4 part one

i cited everything from the hardback edition bc im a nerd 

- page one apollo is already making pop culture references (1)

- meg is such a badass oh my g od (14)

- riodan does such a beautiful way of explaining things in this novels. awe-inspiring. mind blowing. example: “Her eyes glinted darkly like a crow’s. (I can make that comparison because I invented crows.)” (14-15) wow. beautiful. 

- so i understand this series is going to be about Apollo’s redemption and ~~~~finding himself~~~~ or w\e but JESUS PLEASE RICK you can’t just say “She [Meg] reminded me of the strays my sister was always adopting: dogs, panthers, homeless maidens, small dragons.” (15) WITHOUT PROVIDING SEVERAL BOOKS AS EXAMPLE FOR SAID SENTENCE all i want is a book focused on artemis and her army of small dragons and lesbians dear gods please 

- omfg can you just imagine sally having to go over to Percy’s room and having to tell him that the greek god of the sun apollo was there to see him omfg. imagine the salt. imagine both of them just groaning. imagine.

-”If I had still been an immortal, I might have flirted with her [Sally Jackson] myself.” (30-31) l o l Sally is a middle aged married woman seven months pregnant and still bringing in the gods you go girl im proud of you

- Sally Jackson is one of the best characters in the entire series. citation: every riodan book ever even the non-pjo it’s a fact 

- i 10000% support the idea that percy gave apollo the led zeppelin shirt as a sneaky joke he’s so smart i love him so much

- “Percy laced his fingers. They were long and nimble.”(35) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- He [Percy] would have made an excellent musician.” (35) f u ck 

- literally all percy wants is to “stay alive” long enough to go to college, meet his baby sister, and see his mom get her book published my heart is broken for this boy (35-36)

- the return of the seven layer dip fuck me up (40)

- jfc that poor Prius it’s been through so much (52-54)

- page 67 and Percy’s already made two comic book references he’s such a canon nerd 

- “Cops love me almost as much as teachers do.” god Percy Jackson what are you doing to me

- apollo tried to order a pizza to CHB and honestly same (73)

- g o d will solace jfc wow

- we’re to assume Will’s a skier (his Okemo Mountain jacket & skiers tan) (82) and now i have to write the inevitable fic that comes out of this fact

- Will’s mom was a alt.-country singer from Austin, Texas (83) which wow and honestly makes the fact will is a horrible singer 1000% better

- yellow daises grow year-round in the Apollo cabin, and it smells like fresh linens and dried sage. (83)

- kayla is aiming for the olympics and honestly im so proud already 

- fact: any and all solangelo interaction have me crying into my book 

- “Will put his hand on Nico’s shoulder, ‘Nico, we need to have another talk about your people skills.’” lol this implies that they’ve had this talk before and im dying to hear it

- the Hermes kids are big fans of Rocky Horror Picture Show (95) and now i have to write a seperate list of headcanons for this fact

- speaking of, Apollo used to cosplay as Rocky bc why not. (95-96)

- listen i know im solangelo trash BUT - “Will and Nico sat shoulder to shoulder, bantering good-naturedly. They were so cute together it made me feel desolate.” im destroyed (110)

- “but if I sit alone at my table, strange things happen.” “it’s a mood disorder” “i cant control it” stfu nico u nerd u just want to sit with your boyfriend im dead (110)

- Will nodded serenely. “It’s the strangest thing. Not that Nico would ever misuse his powers to get what he wants.” death to goody-two-shoes will solace 2k17

- off topic but CAN YOU JUST IMAGINE CHIRON THO. like. this happens and will and nico are just standing there. in front of him. telling him they have to sit together OR NICO WILL JUST HAPPEN TO PUT CRACKS INTO HIS CAMP. just imagine. him staring at them. sighing. deciding not to fight this one. agreeing & watching them giggle away bc they’re so SNEAKY & now they can EAT TOGETHER WOW 

-   lol when Meg was going to town on the hot dogs and “Julia and Alice watched her with a mixture of fascination and horror.” (111)

- “Will and Nico exchanged a look that might have meant, here we go.” (112) okay im sorry im just sO GONE FOR LITTLE MOMENTS LIKE THIS I JUST WANT NICO TO BE HAPPY AND COMFORTABLE IN HIS RELATIONSHIPS OKAY

- apollo refers to the seven as “the A-list” (112) same tho

- Jason, Piper, Coach Hedge, Mellie and baby Chuck are all in LA with Piper’s father like???? (113) THIS IS SOMETHING I NEED TO SEE? What’s the living arrangement? Is Jason living with Piper? OH GOD IS JASON LIVING WITH HEDGE AND MELLIE? DO THEY ALL LIVE IN SOME BIG PLACE PIPER’S DAD RENTED OUT???? do Piper and Jason babysit? do they have family dinners? how’s baby chuck doing??? how are they all adjusting to domestic life?? I NEED TO KNOW THIS IS ALL VERY IMPORTANT TO ME 

- lol nico’s just as pissed as eveRYONE IN THE FANDOM about Leo’s not-death and im living for it (113)

- also nico carries around Leo’s lil ‘IM ALIVE LOL’ letter\hologram\thing? like i get it was completely for the plot but?????? “i look at it whenever i want to get angry” (114) like ok nico u lil bean whatever u say u little emo shit

- apollo’s little ‘lol when u have a headache in olympus hephaestus just cracks open your skull and removes whatever brain god\dess u just birthed up lol it’s so much easier ugh’ (116) w h a t t h e f u c k 

- fact: harley is adorable no citation needed

- also you’re telling me chiron, basically as old as time itself tbh, doesn’t speak portuguese? k (120)

- “i am merely assessing how well paolo’s arms are functioning after surgery” (120) those are some big words william u nervous or something??

- “hmph” - nico di angelo, 2016 (120) 

- this isn’t really important but there’s a satyr named herbert and he’s my new favorite character sorry i dont make the rules (124)

- ok so there’s an unnamed random camper who mutters in Italian (127) and now i’ve got the BIGGEST headcanon that this random girl and Nico (omg maybe a few others????) meet a few times a month just to rant to each other in Italian so none of them get sloppy with the language and u g h im such a bitch for nico di angelo frienships

- “A boy in the crowd gasped, ‘she’s a communist!’” (127) i fucking hate this book omfg

i’ll do more later in order to mentally prepare myself for the dark prophecy but it’s 3 am and im tired  

Age is but a Number, Love is Infinite

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,775

Warnings: age difference(nothing underage the reader is 21), language, implied sexy times

Request: Hey it’s ok if you don’t wanna do this but I was wondering if you could write a fic where Dean is his current age and the one reader just turned 20 but like her and Dean have known each other for a long time and have been together for a while and other people always say stuff about their relationship but they’re still just really happy together, maybe w/ a bit of smut?

A/N: I changed a few things like I said I would but overall I think I got what you wanted!! Shout out to @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid for being an awesome beta!! I hope you all like it and feedback is always appreciated!!! :D

Originally posted by frozen-delight

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Watch Me Babygirl [pt.9]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language, light smut

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“My mom wants me to become more involved at the school,” you sighed, walking with Taehyung to P.E.

The last few days your mom had been hinting that she wanted you to become involved, “like your brother”. You’d done your best to act clueless in order to get her to drop the subject, but she’d finally confronted you and outright told you that she wanted you to become more involved.

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Could you do a reaction request to *Got7* and BTS of their reaction to their best friend (girl) confessing there love for them?

I’m gonna just do Got7 and I’m also doing where they don’t accept and one where they do. ALSO!!! Sorry I haven’t posted in a while…I like making reactions but out of all of my blogs this one requires the most amount of time and it’s hard to set enough time aside to keep up..also sorry if this is shit…this is the only one I did tonight and it took me over an hour and it’s almost 4 a.m. where I am :/


Mark:

Feelings aren’t mutual-

The second the words “I love you” left your mouth his face would drop. I can picture him scratching the back of his neck and trying to avoid looking at you. He would apologize right away and say he didn’t feel the same. When he heard you sniffle and whisper “okay, sorry” he’d finally look up only to see you running out of the room. Mark would feel awful that he hurt you and would really hope that you could still remain friends.

Feelings are mutual-

Mark has had feelings for you for a while now so when you stood in front of him with the cutest blushing face and wearing his sweatshirt you borrowed the other day he could hardly contain his smile. The second he heard your quiet confession he just pulled you into a hug and kissed your forehead. “Ah you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say these words”.

Originally posted by ggot7

JB:

Feelings aren’t mutual-

Jaebum is not normally the gushy type. He is very straightforward and hates beating around the bush. He knows feelings may get hurt but he always cuts out the bullshit, but when it comes to you and your confession he can’t help but feel his heart break. He loves you so, so much but he can’t bring himself to love you in the way that you want him to. After he gently rejects you he spends the next hour or so wondering what the hell he was going to do to save your friendship.

Feelings are mutual-

“I love you” is what he hears echoing through his head after you confess to him. He stares at you for a good 3 minutes wondering if what he heard is correct. You start to get nervous because he hasn’t said anything and he watches as you mumble an apology and walk out and then he realizes that in order to say yes to the girl you like you should probably communicate it somehow. He’d run after you and straight up kiss you so that you knew for sure that he truly does feel the same. 

Originally posted by saranghaeyojw

Jackson:

Feelings aren’t mutual-

Jackson would mistake your confession as a joke because it isn’t uncommon to make jokes about things like that. He’d respond with a laugh and say something along the lines of “Yeah, sure we can start dating; when pigs fly” and he’d continue to laugh so hard that he’d miss the tears streaming down your face. When he noticed that you weren’t laughing his face would drop, “y/n…y-you weren’t kidding?” He’d try to walk towards you only to stop when he saw you put your hands up and shake your head no. He couldn’t help but tear up when you walked out knowing that he couldn’t give you what you wanted and knowing that meant your friendship was probably over.

Feelings are mutual-

To be honest Jackson probably has already confessed indirectly and you already acted like a couple so when you confessed he’d be like “I kind of thought we were already together?” Really the confession just made everyone else breathe a sigh of relief because they don’t have to step around the “title” of what you guys are. 

Originally posted by jack777

Jinyoung:

Feelings aren’t mutual-

Jinyoung would be able to sense that you were about to confess and before you could say anything he would make a point to stress how much your friendship means to him. “I don’t know what I’d do without you…your friendship means so much to me.” He could see your dejected face and felt a pang of sadness but couldn’t force himself to have feelings for you because that’s not fair to him or you.

Feelings are mutual-

Jinyoung would do that one smile, where his eyes crinkle, when he heard your confession. He would be similar to Mark in the sense that he has waited so long to hear you say those words. I think he would like you even more because you actually had the guts to confess when he couldn’t even tell you that you were pretty without tripping over his own words. 

Originally posted by jypnior

Youngjae:

Feelings aren’t mutual-

When you confessed he didn’t quite understand what you meant since you beat around the bush. He got confused but the further you explained the more he understood and the more his heart sank. He doesn’t want to hurt you because your are his closest friend but he can’t pretend to have feelings that aren’t there. He turns you down and when he does it seems to hurt him much more than it hurts you because he knows he’s losing you and he can’t do anything about it.

Feelings are mutual-

Youngjae would be so red in the face when he heard you confess and he would giggle. Imagine him shuffling his feet and looking at the ground and mumbling a “let’s go out on a date…if you wanna” and then getting even redder when you say yes.

Originally posted by holyfuckmark

Bambam:

Feelings aren’t mutual:

Bambam would simply say that he didn’t feel the same. He would come off as indifferent and sort of detached but he wouldn’t mean to be like this. After you walked out he realized how cold he was and it made me fear for the future of your friendship because not only did he turn you down but he did it in a way that even he saw as unforgivable. 

Feelings are mutual-

He is so extra that the second you confessed he dabbed and ran out to tell everyone; and by everyone I mean EVERYONE: Got7 members, Twice members, and JYP. In all the madness he’d forget to say yes but you could tell by the way he screamed “SHE LIKES ME; SHE REALLY LIKES ME!”

Originally posted by gyeomjjang

Yugyeom:

Feelings aren’t mutual:

When Yugyeom turned you down neither of you could tell who cried more. He was so scared that he’d lose you. With time and separation you guys would meet up again and discuss the future of your friendship and there would be more tears but in the end your friendship meant to much to the both of you end it there. 

Feelings are mutual:

You made the mistake of telling Bambam about your feelings because he threatened to tell Yugyeom that you didn’t wash your left hand for an entire week after he gave you a high-five (false rumor btw). So in the end you told Yugyeom about your feelings and thank god you did because if you didn’t he would have to because Bambam threatened to tell you that Yugyeom didn’t shower for a week after you shared a, in Bambam’s words, “a spicy, yet romantic hug.” 

Originally posted by ofsunandstars

Sex Appeal(Taekook Threesome Smut)

Alright so I just lovveeee doing these warnings. Not really but I don’t want people complaining so! You have been warned there will be a little male x male and a lot of male on female and dirty talking. This is for @kimswoc I hope you enjoy!

Synopsis:  {hi, could i request a taekook x reader smut where shes just dancing a practice room doing a sexy dance and they take her home and fuck her,, and all 3 of them are in a poly relationship}


“Am I even doing it, right?” You questioned yourself as you glided against the brown tiled floor of the practice room. Hands going up to pull at your hair in frustration you stomped around rather childishly before you threw your hands up looking in the mirror. “You can do this! It’s just a dance and it’s not that hard! Get it together girlfriend.” Giving yourself the little pep talk made you feel a little better but not a lot. Your hands went to your hips and your eyes roamed your own figure as you tried to boost yourself up. You didn’t have on anything special just a sports bra and black leggings with white sneakers. Your hair was loose and framing your face because who didn’t look to swing their hair to give off sex appeal while dancing? You were at the Bighit building in one of the practice rooms while your two lovers Taehyung and Jungkook practiced with the boys. Yep that’s right you were dating both of them and you were loving it. The story behind you meeting was one that was rather funny in your eyes. You were going down on Taehyung one day when he was supposed to be alone at the dorm rooms. You had both been close friends because surprise one of your cousins was a cordi who gave you the hookup. You and Taehyung had always felt sexual tension so you took that chance to blow him in his bed. But while you were ass up and face down engulfing all of his dick down your throat in walks Jungkook who had forgotten his charger. Of course he wanted in on the action but because he wasn’t eighteen yet you made him wait until he was old enough before you finally invited him into the relationship. When they weren’t on tour they were constantly at your place or it was vice versa. In some ways, it was better this way that you dated both. Because when you all went out on dates everyone was stupid enough to think since there was three of you, that you had to know someone from that group or maybe be a sibling. Yeah you were something alright daddy’s little girl for Taehyung and when you could get him to be good and drop his macho manhood you were mommy for Jungkook.

Recently, Jungkook and Jimin had did a dance cover to one of Drake’s songs Own It. The song was one of your favorites and personal for you because you had fucked Jungkook to that song and he told you to indeed own it. Seeing them dance to it only made you want to learn the dance and add a few more touches of your own. But it was hard to get your foot work down like you wanted, constant thoughts distracted your mind and you didn’t know how you could try to force yourself to keep up with focusing on just dancing. You stepped forward to replay the song, moving back into place you tried it again. And then you went again. And then you turned one more time before screaming out. Sweat dripping down your spent body, you hunched over with your hands on your knees looking up in the mirrors at your reflection. Jumping slightly with a light yelp seeing two faces pressed at the door. You turned around while Jungkook took the liberty to push the door open walking in with Taehyung.

“How long have you been there thing one and two?” You teased moving to grab a towel and wipe yourself off.

“Enough to hear, get it together girlfriend!” Taehyung snapped his fingers using a girly voice to mock you and Jungkook grabbed at his hair stomping around in a circle. Heat rose to your face and you nodded your head watching the both of them.

“You know what fuck you both. Or should I say I won’t be fucking you both for a while.” You threatened lifting up your middle finger.

“So, your hormones are the reason you can’t concentrate then?” Taehyung questioned and you froze blinking.

“Says who?” You asked bracing your hands on your hips.

“Come on Y/N. You never bring up sex or threaten to take it away unless you’ve been a naughty girl.” Taehyung tsked.

“And got those panties dripping for us.” Jungkook chuckled biting on his bottom lip.

“You just want me lips around your pink tip.” You challenged watching them both circle you slowly. Taehyung came up to you fisting your hair with his fingers he licked your bottom lip.

“Maybe, but you love these pink tips just as well as Jungkook does.” He bit your bottom lip and Jungkook nodded his head moving to slide his hand down Taehyung’s toned stomach to pat on his crotch.

“I love taking it. But I also love shoving mine in his tight asshole and your little pussy.” Jungkook cooed winking at you.

“Get out. And go get a room!” Namjoon hollered walking by you guys and you could hear Yoongi snort slapping at the back of his head.

“Leave them alone no one complains when you fuck Jin.” Yoongi defended you because you were one of his favorite people in the world and you felt pride well up inside.

“Come on whose side are you on? That hurt.” Namjoon complained as their voices faded down from the hallway. You looked between the two males in front of you shifting on your feet lightly.

“Show us your dance. If you do a bad job. You only take one of us. If you do good you can take us both.” Jungkook promised.

“REALLY?!” You asked excitedly. They tried to hold back double penetration with you or fucking you with both at the same time because you would get really sore and they always felt guilty for making you limp around the places you all went because they couldn’t carry you.

“Really princess. So, don’t disappoint or I will handcuff you to the bed and make you watch me fuck Jungkook but you don’t get to cum or touch yourself.” You didn’t like that idea at all. Nodding you moved back towards the middle of the room looking forward. Jungkook went to your phone starting the song up again going to join Taehyung as the stood in the left corner in front of you. You were slightly nervous but you knew that if you fucked up that was it. Not thinking about anything else but the song and your moves you landed your foot work for the most part. Tripping up only once your body swayed and dipped like you wanted It to. When you finished, you looked at the males chewing on your bottom lip. Jungkook walked towards the door looking over his shoulder as Taehyung followed.

“Come on minx, let’s get you home real soon.” He cooed causing you to grab your phone and dash after them towards the van.



The ride with the other members was risky and tension filled. You had all sat in the back and told the driver that everyone but Jungkook and Taehyung would be going back to the dorm. And because it so happened your house was farther, the driver of the fan agreed to go drop the boys off at the dorms first. Taehyung had initiated it, his fingers ghosting up the silk like leggings you had on drawing circles into your skin. He watched you biting on his lip before he looked out of the window moving his hands to cup your heat. You laughed and joked with the other members but you were feeling the want and need deep in your stomach. Taehyung lifted his hand up to push it inside of your leggings past your panties, and you spread your legs wide for him welcoming his long middle finger that he pushed inside of you knuckles deep. Your head rolled slightly, your lips parted as you circled your hips against the male’s finger. Jungkook looking down seeing the sudden movement smirked to himself. The moon was coming out to shine which made this situation even better. He turned in his seat to rest his head on your shoulder, his hand sliding up to pull down your sports bra and expose your left breast. He leaned down to flick his tongue against the whole area of your breast and then going back he slowly licked around your nipple, his pink tongue lapping roughly at your flesh. Your body was trembling lightly and you had to do your best to at least try to participate in the conversations before you. Taehyung had built a slow rhythm pushing his finger in as deep as he could each time he entered you. Because you didn’t want to be left out you reached your hand over to rub Taehyung through his shorts causing him to stiffen slightly as you felt his dick twitch in the confines of his boxers. His bulge slowly hardening under your touch and pressing against his inside thigh. Your hands gripped him through the fabric and you jerked him slightly looking up at him with want and need. Taehyung pressed his forehead against yours while the music was turned up in the car when the boys heard a famous rap song that they loved. You and Taehyung’s breath mixed in lips inches from each other as you listened to the sharp breaths you each took seeing who would drive the other crazier first.

Jungkook was enjoying the show in front of him, engulfing your nipple with his mouth he sucked on it feeling his own dick stiffen at the risk of all of you getting caught and how you and Taehyung seemed to fuck each other with your eyes. Taehyung sped up his finger as much as he could, but there was a little noise of your pussy being fucked because of your wetness slipping out. The van came to a stop and Taehyung pulled his finger out of you quickly. Jungkook was just a smooth pulling up your bra as you all said your goodbye’s. Once the van was rolling again Taehyung pushed his finger against Jungkook’s lips that were coated with your juices and Jungkook opened his mouth to suck the essence away him and Taehyung locking eyes and sharing their own intense moment.

Once you were back at the house you unlocked the door to your place opening it to let the two males in. The door was shut and onto the room you all went. As soon as the bedroom door was pushed open Jungkook was pinning Taehyung down crawling on top of him. Their lips crashed as they battled for dominance moaning into each other’s mouth. Jungkook was grinding his hips down against Taehyung’s his ass pressing against the hardened bulge that you caused Taehyung to have. Taehyung reached his hands around to grip at Jungkook’s ass grinding him harder against his own dick.

“Do you like that baby boy? You like feeling my hard dick against your plump ass?” Taehyung asked him in a sultry voice and Jungkook answered back with his own deep tone.

“Mm you know it daddy. I like bouncing on your hard dick too.”

“Damn right you do.” Taehyung slapped his ass sliding his hands into the male’s jogging pants and past his boxers to grope at his bare ass pushing him down harder against his own clothed erection. They were losing their selves with moans and groans and it was so hot to you. Slowly you stripped off your clothes one by one crawling up on the dresser spreading your legs wide and pressing your feet down towards the edge of your dresser. Your fingers circled your wet clit as you moaned softly watching them both struggle to not tear each other apart. Lips locking and hair pulling it was a sight that always made you drip like a river. Jungkook had managed to get them both naked, straddling Taehyung again he gripped both of their members jerking them off with the same hand grinding his dick up and down against Taehyung’s. Your head tilted to the right, fingers moving down to slip past your tight entrance. Two fingers burying deep inside of your pussy you fucked yourself one hand going up to grab at your breast and play with your hardened nipples. Taehyung was slapping Jungkook’s ass bucking his hips up as the male jerked them both off. Jungkook soon pulled away crawling onto the floor spreading Taehyung’s legs wide. He licked a stripe up from his balls to the tip of his cock swirling his tongue around Taehyung’s weeping length. Taehyung grabbed at Jungkook’s hair letting out a moan of approval as the male sunk his mouth onto the swollen shaft. Taehyung looked at you with hooded eyes moaning for you both. He slowly thrust up his hips, eyes burning on you and dropping down to your pussy as you fingered yourself. He was fucking Jungkook’s wet mouth at a slow pace trying to keep himself from getting too worked up. Hissing slightly, he smirked at you licking over his plump lips flicking out his tongue.

“Come help him out baby girl. I love your tongue just as much. And besides, I only want my or Jungkook’s fingers buried in that tight little pussy. Unless you want to give us a show?” He asked and Jungkook pulled back with glistening pink lips lifting an eyebrow. You let out a cry of pleasure and slight frustration because you were close to cumming had he not interrupted you with his words. You took your fingers from your heat sucking them clean before you hoped off the dresser going over to join both the males. You got on your knees beside Jungkook who used his right hand to hold Taehyung by the base of his cock. Jungkook kissed your lips tilting his head to make it a deep one before he pulled back nodding at Taehyung’s cock. You leaned your head forward your tongue licking around the hard shaft that was oozing precum and looking very angry. Taehyung growled but made no move to stop you letting you take your time. Your lips wrapped around him and you gave his head a nice harsh suck. While you were preoccupied Jungkook used his left hand to slide under your legs from behind entering two fingers inside of you causing you to moan. Taehyung threw his head back at the vibrations bucking his hips up. Jungkook leaned down to lick the male’s balls and you reached your hand over to grip at Jungkook’s neglected cock stroking it with your hand. He gave out a tiny mewl of pleasure thrusting his hips forward. You pulled back so that you could suck at a ball with Jungkook and the pair of you flicked your tongue against Taehyung’s shaft sometimes together or separate causing him to be a moaning mess against the bed his abs tightening as he got closer to a release.

“Baby boy on my dick. Baby girl I want your pussy on my tongue now.” Taehyung urged and you knew he was going to be close. Nodding your heads, you both pulled back to get into position. Jungkook straddled Taehyung’s waist keeping a hold of his dick pressing the large head against his tight puckering asshole. Slowly he fell down on to the large appendage groaning at how good it felt to be filled up once again. You moved to straddle Taehyung’s face with your body facing Jungkook. Taehyung grabbed at your hips pulling you down onto his tongue flicking the pink muscle slowly up and down your pussy getting you wetter. Not wanting to tease too much Taehyung shoved his tongue deep into your pussy his hands helping you ride and grind your hips harshly against his face. Jungkook had his hands braced on Taehyung’s chest bouncing up and down on his dick taking him all the way with each snap of his hips. Taehyung bucked his hips up helping the male out. Jungkook leaned one hand forward to tangle in your hair bringing you forward for a heated kiss full of teeth and tongues. Your hand went down to wrap around his dick again stroking it quickly it earned you moans in your mouth as Jungkook was fucked and touched. Your hips ground harshly against Taehyung’s face the pleasure sweeping through your body as your thighs squeezed around his face but Taehyung didn’t care. Using his free hand, he moved his fingers up to your asshole pressing two inside of you without lube. The dryness hurt a bit but it was soon replaced by pleasure because you were used to anal play when it came to them.

Jungkook was starting to slam on Taehyung shaking from the pleasure he used his legs to pick him up and drop him down. You had to break the kiss to get out your cries of pleasure. Your heart was racing and you could hear the beating of it in your chest. Taehyung broke away from your pussy with great resistance to slap your ass.

“Jungkook- wait don’t cum yet.” He called out and you felt his fingers leave your asshole. You moved off him and Jungkook did the same pulling you down the bed towards him. He moved you to face Taehyung and you aligned yourself with his dick next, tapping the head of his shaft against your swollen clit. Soon you were teasing him grinding his length up and down your slit before you slid him inside of you. Leaning forward you paused wiggling your ass for Jungkook who slapped it and slammed inside of your asshole making sure you took all of him. Your body was filling so full and the most of pleasure you didn’t even think possible. Breathing deeply both males had stopped their hips and you knew what that meant. You started to pick yourself up and drop yourself down on their lengths together. Crying out for them your hands scratched down Taehyung’s chest as you took them both.

“Such a good fucking girl. Taking both dicks so well. Do you like how it feels to bounce on two cocks?” Jungkook asked pulling at your hair and you nodded your head looking up at him through watered eyes. “How much?” He asked moaning at how vulnerable you looked.

“I love everything about it. The burn and the pleasure. One dick alone is enough to make me see stars but two dicks fucking me is just like a cloud nine got high. I love both of your dick’s so much. I love being stretched out by you. I love when you both hold my hips down and fuck me so hard. I can’t even explain how much because it sounds like rambling and nonsense.” You admitted bouncing a bit harder on their lengths.

“Like this?” Taehyung asked referring to your question as he gripped onto your hips starting to slam you down as he thrust his hips upwards into your heat. He slammed you down on his and Jungkook’s dick and Jungkook followed suit slamming inside of you as well their balls touching as it smacked the space between your pussy and your asshole. You fell forward pressing your head on Taehyung’s chest crying out weakly. Your pussy was making lewd wet noises and you knew you were close. Jungkook reached his hand around to rub at your clit as he spilled his cum into your tight asshole letting his hips surge forward to bury his load inside of you. Your asshole and pussy tightened around them as your stomach clenched. The orgasm was creeping up on you, your body feeling the pleasure as you jerked your hips forward to ride Taehyung erratically. You came next with a loud cry of each name slumping forward as you continued to slam yourself down a few more times. Jungkook pulled out of you slowly and Taehyung tightened his grip on your hips slamming you down until he was milking you with his own cum. He held you down on top of him until he was sure everything was gone. You were gasping for air. The room feeling stuffy and sweaty the smell of sex lingering in the air. Jungkook lay beside Taehyung rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“What do you think Jungkook?” Taehyung asked after a few moments of silence and you peaked through your hair to peer at them both.

“I think she needs to work on her hips a little more.” Winking at you Jungkook picked you up off Taehyung’s length and slammed you lightly against the wall. “A round two and three should do the trick.”

I’m a Flirt (smut) // Zach Dempsey x Reader

Originally posted by itsme-hannahbaker

A/N I feel so dirty omg I’m definitely going to the underworld. BTW THIS WAS MY FIRST EVER SMUT SO NO HATORADE PLS

Warning: Smutty smut smut


You were in the library with Tony studying. Well, you were supposed to be studying, but really your mind wandered to the boy across the room: Zach Dempsey. You bit on your pen, gazing at the way the skin between his eyebrows wrinkled every time he didn’t understand the text in front of him. How his muscles flexed, stretching the material of his varsity jacket, when he put his head in his hands in frustration.

“Earth to (Y/N).” Tony snapped you out of your daydream. “I see your eyes are glued to Dempsey again. You know you have a boyfriend right?”

You rolled your eyes. Your boyfriend of two months casually cheated on you with one of the cheerleaders. When you found out, you weren’t surprised. You didn’t even know why you went out with the jerk in the first place.

“Tony, he cheated on me.”

“But you guys are still together, aren’t you?” Tony questioned.

You still had eyes glued on Zach. He noticed your gaze and winked at you. “Not by tomorrow.”

Tony took your hand to remove the pen out of your mouth. Both of you stared down at the majorly bent top and teeth marks.

“I can tell Zach has a huge effect on you,” Tony laughed.

You blushed furiously. “That’s crazy, Tony. You know I have a boyfriend, right?”

“Not by tomorrow,” he mocked. “I gotta get going. See ya (Y/N)!”

Tony packed up his things and left you alone at your table. You decided to put on your earphones to put your focus on your homework. The first song that popped up was “I’m A Flirt” by R. Kelly. Right then and there, Zach slid the seat that was previously Tony’s and sat across from you.

You took off one of your earbuds. “Can I help you?”

“More like can I help you? I saw you looking at me,” he smirked. 

You bit your lip nervously. He leaned over closer to you.

“Don’t do that. You don’t know how much it turns me on,” he whispered.

It’s like he knew the effect he had on you. “Sorry, habit.”

You got up from the chair with your backpack and went into the bookshelves to return a math textbook. Zach followed you like a puppy. After reaching the back of the building, you tippy toed to slide the book in the slot. Someone suddenly pulled your waist and turned you around, causing you to gasp. Zach pressed his body against yours.

“You know those leggings make your ass look amazing. What are you trying to do to me, baby?”

You would be lying if you said you didn’t know Zach had a huge crush on you since last year. You’ve recently discovered you felt the same, but never built the courage to break up with your boyfriend.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dempsey,” you spoke innocently with your arms around his neck.

He peppered kisses on your neck and jaw, causing you to whimper. You pushed him off you gently. “I have a boyfriend, Zach.”

“Fuck him,” he retorted.

You started walking towards the exit. “As nice as that sounds, I’d rather fuck you.”

You proudly left the jock with his mouth agape, hot and bothered.


“It’s over? Just like that?” Your now ex-boyfriend questioned. 

You rolled your eyes. “Stop acting like you care.”

“But I do!” he leaned towards you but you stepped away.

“If you cared, you would’ve never cheated on me.” 

You left him in the halls and headed towards the gym where you had dance practice for the upcoming basketball game. You set your bag down and greeted the other members. As the captain, it was your job to create routines that showed off the team’s skills and distract the opposing basketball players as well. As you were stretching, you spotted Zach shooting 3-pointers with sweat glistening on his muscular arms. He noticed and approached you. You got up from your squatting position and slung your arm across your body.

“Came to watch me play?” he smirked.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Dempsey. I’m here to practice.” You shoved him out of your way. “Okay girls, let’s run through it a few times then we’ll get to cleaning.”

They followed your directions and set up in their formation. ‘Party Favors’ by Tinashe blasted through the speakers once you pressed play. You ran into your spot and began moving your body to the lyrics. By the end of the routine, all the players had their eyes on the team, but Zach had his specifically on you. 

“Good job. Two more times, girls!” 

—-

It was the end of practice and you were about to leave the gym when you felt a hand pull you into the boys’ locker room. You smacked Zach’s chest.

“You have to stop with the surprises!” 

“You have to stop with the teasing!” He licked a strip from your neck to your jawline. 

Zach left wet kisses all over your exposed chest and collarbone. 

You moaned in response. “Zach, just kiss me already.” 

His lips lightly touched your cheeks leading up to your ear. He chuckled darkly.

“You have a boyfriend, remember?”

“Not anymore.”

Those two words initiated him to quickly attacked your lips. You felt his tongue glide against your bottom lip and you gladly let him into your mouth. Your fingers played with the end of his jersey. You lifted it over his head and he went to work on your neck. You moaned at the feeling of his teeth against your sensitive skin, knowing that there would be marks the next day. Zach’s hands trailed down your body, stopping at your ass. You wrapped your legs around his torso and he guided you to the bench. He laid you down gently and ripped the tank top you had on. 

“Zach!” you exclaimed.

He laughed. “I’ll buy you a new one, baby.”

His pet name for you caused your panties to soak. You pulled him up from your neck to meet your lips. Your fingertips ran down his toned abs to his basketball shorts. You tugged at them and Zach slipped them off without removing his lips from yours. Your hands dipped into his boxers and rubbed the pre-cum on his tip. He broke apart and growled into your lips. You started stroking his length, increasing the speed gradually. He pulled your hand out of his boxers and took off your leggings agonizingly slow. Zach unclasped your bra and swirled his tongue around your right nipple while massaging the other with his large hand. He swiped his finger against your wet folds in your undies and brought it up to his mouth. He looked at you with his lust filled eyes and sucked on his finger. You moaned and grabbed his hand before he can put his digits back into your soaking center.

“No foreplay. Just fuck me already.”

He flashed a bright smile and pecked your lips. “Whatever you want, baby girl.” 

He slid your lace thong off and you pulled his boxers down, his boner springing up and slapping his stomach. The sight of it caused your knees to go weak. He pulled you on top of his lap while he was in a sitting position. You gave Zach one last kiss before sinking down on his length. You moaned loudly at the surge of pleasure.

He brought his lips to your exposed neck. “Say my name, baby.”

“Zach oh my god.” You bounced up and down on his dick, causing both of you to be a moaning mess. 

He slapped your ass and you yelped. “Who do you belong to?”

You couldn’t speak due to the pleasure every inch of Zach was giving you. He pushed you down and slammed into you aggressively. Your moans echoed throughout the locker room. 

“Tell me, who do you belong to?”

You tangled your hands into his sweat-drenched hair. “You Zach! I belong to you!” 

He continuously pounded into you. 

“I’m about to-” 

You drew his lips to yours, both of you cumming at the same time. You thanked yourself for remaining on the pill. Zach pulled out of you and collapsed on top of your sweaty body. 

He looked up into your eyes. “Be my girlfriend.” 

“Zach, that’s not exactly a question,” you laughed.

“Will you please be my girlfriend?” He pecked kisses all over your face which caused you to giggle.

“Yes, Zach. I will be your girlfriend.”

Harry Styles - “Confessions” Part Three


Will the heartbreak continue? Who knows.. Enjoy part 3!

Part One - Part Two - Part Four - Part Five



“You’re sure?” Harry looks down at you, his green eyes full of concern. It was as if this meeting was for you, like you were the one about to face lawyers to figure out your entire future. But it was Harry who was about to go in there and face this problem head on. You were just here to support him. “You don’ have to do this.” 

“I’m here, Harry, I came for you,” You assure him. You look back into those green eyes, the green eyes you hadn’t been able to look into all of last night after the two of you finally managed to stop crying and had ordered in some dinner, eating it silently with a romantic comedy playing on netflix to fill the silence. Breakfast had been an even more silent affair with nothing but the sound of him sipping his smoothie and you eating your cereal. “You said you needed me, so here I am. Let’s do this, okay?” 

“Thank you.” He breathes out, unsure of how to truly get across how grateful he was that you were doing this for him. He just still didn’t get it. Why were you doing this? You were supporting him as he met with the girl he knocked up and their lawyers. You should be as far away from him as possible but as soon as he expressed his need for your support, there you were and that astonished him. But he knew he would do the same for you, always. 

“You gonna be alright?” You question him as you glance at the door behind him. In there waited both lawyers, and you had been told when you entered the building and directed what office to go into that ‘she’ had already arrived. You didn’t know her name, didn’t even care to. You were going to try to avoid even looking at her. You were here for Harry, and keeping her image as anonymous in your mind as possible was preferred. 

“As long as you’re here,” He hated saying that. He hated putting so much pressure on you but there you were, giving him a soft smile as you reach out for his hand. His breath halts in his throat a bit at the feel of your skin on his, that warmth and reassurance your hand offered as your fingers tangled between his. He returns the pressure, taking a deep breath before he turns to also look at the door. 

“Let’s go.” You whisper and nudge him a bit towards the door with your joined hands. He bites at his lower lip a bit and then nods, pulling you towards it. With his free hand, his other not daring to release yours, he pulled the knob and the quiet chatter that had been going on inside came to a stop. 

“Ah, Mr. Styles .. and Ms Y/L/N. We didn’t know you would be accompanying him.” Harry’s lawyer knew you, of course. You’d been with Harry for so long, been there through everything, that this guy wasn’t a stranger. Not that he was exactly a close friend either, but you knew each other well enough. 

“Moral support.” You answer, giving the man a small smile. You see her, you see her out of the corner of your eye as she stays in her seat at the table everyone had been seated around but you can’t look. You can’t bring yourself to look over at her. After Harry shakes hands with both his lawyer and hers, he pulls out a chair, the one across from her lawyer, and gestures for you to sit. 

It was so tense in here as Harry took the seat beside you, the one directly across from her. No one spoke, no one even made a sound. You cross one leg over the other, your foot tapping anxiously as you bite at your lip. You could feel your heart racing in your chest, the pulse of it beating in your ears. Harry clears his throat, shifting in his seat a little. You note that he wouldn’t look at her either and instead was focusing on the table before him. You also noted the deep crease between his brows, the tapping of his foot, the fingers playing with his bottom lip nervously. 

“Isn’t there some kind of speaking that should be done? Anyone?” You finally say, tired of all this tension. You glance at the two lawyers, clearly they both were unsure of how to breech the subject, the subject everyone was here to deal with. Your presence clearly had thrown them off and you couldn’t blame them. They didn’t think you’d stick around after Harry got this girl pregnant. 

After that, the lawyers began talking legal terms, about how ‘she’, they said her name but you purposely disregarded it, not even letting yourself register what it was, would have to sign an NDA, non-disclosure agreement, stating that she could not speak about this to anyone or would face legal charges. You even got drug into that one, seeing as you were present and aware of the situation. Harry gave you an apologetic look as he watches you scribble your name on the line but you just look away from him, avoiding his eye.

“The biggest step now is to establish paternity.” Harry’s lawyer says after both you and her slide the now signed NDA’s across the table back to him. “We need to assure the fact that Harry is in fact the father of this child before we truly figure out anything else.” 

“I know he’s the father. I don’t sleep around.” It was the first time she has spoken. Her voice felt like a kick to your stomach. You close your eyes, willing yourself not to look over at her. You hang your head down as she continues speaking. “I know who the father is, there is absolutely no question.” 

“Then you should have no problems in us just making sure. For the paperwork, you know?” Harry’s lawyer adds, hoping to keep her calm as he picked up on the anger she was clearly starting to gain at being accused of not knowing the father of her child. “How far along exactly are you? What was the conception date?” The room fell silent. Surprisingly it was you who broke it. 

“Two months and six days.” You finally whisper, opening your eyes to look over at Harry. He looks back, a pained look on his face. It killed him that out of everyone in this room, the one to know the exact date he got a girl pregnant, was you. 

“Thank you, Ms Y/L/N.” Harry’s lawyer jots down the timeline you gave him, making note of it. Harry continues to look at you so you give him a small smile. You would remember that day for the rest of your life. Even if all of this hadn’t happened. That day was when you and Harry had gotten into the worst argument you’d ever been in. He was gone all the time, you were home, you missed him and he just kept putting off coming home. 

You eventually said he had to make more time for you or the next time he did manage to come home you wouldn’t be there. He came home two days later with a handful of roses and an apology on his tongue for the mistakes he’d made but never got out and instead pretended his slip up never occurred. 

“While we won’t decide anything officially until after paternity is established, have either of you thought about what you would like to do? Co-parenting, adoption, signing over custody to the other?” Her lawyers question made Harry finally look away from you and make eye contact for the first time with ‘her’. You look down at your hands, picking at your nails. 

“He can have it.” The words seemed to come out of her mouth without even a seconds thought. It made even you look up at her. And there she was, as gorgeous as she may be, her clear dislike towards the child growing in her stomach made her disgusting. And the fact that she slept with a man she knew very well was taken. 

“You don’t care at all?” You find yourself asking and all eyes move towards you. “It’s a baby, not a fucking dog.” She rolls her eyes at you and leans back in her chair as she crosses her arms over her chest. 

“Either way, I don’t want to keep it. So either he takes care of it or we adopt it out.” She looks away from you and to Harry. “Which is it?” You glance over at Harry then and see that he had a bewildered look on his face as if he was seeing this girl for the first time. 

“You really don’ care?” He questions her and you all watch as she gives a shake of her head. “Then if I am the father then yes, I will take care of him or her. I won’ let you send my child into foste’ care jus’ because you won’ take responsibility for what’s happened. I had to, I had to break the hear’ of the love of my life because of wha’ we did and you don’ even care. You’re actin’ like we’re deciding on who gets the car we bought together,” 

“We made a mistake, Harry, let’s just figure this all out and move on.” She rolls her eyes again, uncrossing her arms to tap her nails of one hand along the top of the table. Harry shakes his head, clearly disgusted by her attitude, as were you. Maybe it was good she didn’t want to raise this baby, any child to grow up under her care would be doomed. Though foster care may not be the best option either but it wasn’t up to you. You were just an outsider here to hold the hand of the father. 

“Let’s end this for today. We will get a paternity test scheduled for as soon as possible and then meet again when we get the results.” It was still so tense and awkward in here and you didn’t even wait for the lawyers and Harry to finish their handshakes and to discuss going about doing the test, you stand from your seat and leave the room. 

“Nice choice in affairs, Harry.” You comment later when he joins you out in the hallway. He groans, both of his hands pushing through his hair, pushing it back and off of his forehead. 

“She was much more tolerable while drunk.” You couldn’t help but give a small laugh even against your better judgement. Harry, however, didn’t even so much as smile. He drops his hands from his hair and looks at you, a tired, exhausted and worn down look on his face. He even had a small pout forming on his pink and perfect lips. “Thank you for being here with me.” 

“I said I would, now let’s go get some food and then we can watch some shitty movie on netflix and just.. relax for a little while, yeah?”

“I won’ relax until we ge’ the results back.” He mutters but reaches out for your hand anyway. You allow him to take it, not realizing until the two of you were already heading out of the building and towards the car, that holding hands shouldn’t be something you still did like this. You don’t hold hands with your ex but it had been so natural and normal for him to hold your hand that you knew it just kind of happened by reflex. 

As soon as the two of you had arrived home, Harry fell onto the couch with his face in his hands and gave a large sigh. You sat beside him, biting at your lower lip and unsure of what to say to him. 

“When do you go to do the test?” You eventually ask, breaking the silence that surrounded you. 

“He’ll call me in the mornin’ to le’ me know. Should be in the nex’ day or two though.” He says, not lifting his hands from his face. 

“Are you really going to take full custody of the baby?” Your head was spinning with all of this and you so desperately wanted a nap but you said you would be here for Harry so until you knew he was okay you would stay right here with him. 

“Can we jus’ not talk abou’ it for awhile?” He finally looks over at you. You picked up on the bags under his eyes, the dark circles forming from lack of sleep and hundreds of shed tears. He clearly was exhausted, both emotionally and physically and seemed to need a nap just as much as you did. 

“Right. Of course.” You nod. “You look like you need a nap.” You tell him, reaching over to brush his hair from his forehead but you withdraw your hand quickly once you realize what you’d done. 

“I don’ know why you’re still here,” He whispers, his back falling against the cushions of the couch and looks over at you. “You are amazing.” You give a small laugh, falling back beside him. 

“And why is that?” You question him. He looks over at you, smiling. 

“You’re still here.” He looks at you like he was simply amazed by this fact, and he was. “You don’ have to still be here for me and somehow you still are.” He reaches over and slowly takes your hand, searching your face to make sure that this was okay. You give him a smile, gripping at his hand. 

“I can’t forgive you, Harry, I probably never will, but I still care for you enough to be here for you when you need me.” 

“I don’ deserve for you to be here with me still.” He releases your hand and instead reaches out to rest an arm across your shoulders. You hesitate for a second but then the exhaustion truly hits you. Sure, you’d only been up for a few hours but you had been sleeping so little the last few weeks and the meeting today took a lot of emotional stress out of you so you allow him to pull you against his chest. “I love you.” He whispered it hoping you wouldn’t hear but then also did hope you heard it and would say it back. 

“Harry,” You sigh and go to pull away but his arm tightens around your shoulders and he mirrors your sigh. 

“I know, I know,” He mutters, resting his head against yours once you finally relax into his arms. “I don’ forgive me either, but tha’ doesn’ mean I can’ at leas’ make sure you know you’re still my entire world and tha’ I love you with all my hear’.” You will the tears to stay away as you listen to Harry speak, burying your face in his shirt. You wrap an arm across his torso, giving a sigh. 

“Let’s just stop talking and take a nap.” You instead suggest. You couldn’t do this again. You couldn’t keep having this same round about conversation of him still loving you, of you being hurt, of him having a baby with someone else and you never being able to forgive him. For tonight, you just wanted to forget about it all and pretend everything was okay as you lay in his arms. 

“Sounds good to me.” He answers, pressing a soft and gentle kiss to the top of your head, his other arm wrapping tight around you. He gives a small smile, the first real one in weeks as everything left his mind and he listened to your breathing even out as you drifted off. Right here, like this, he could pretend everything was okay, at least for a little while. 

Eight years

A/N- Hey! So I’m finally finished all my exams, thank baby Jesus!! Anyway, I’ve been playing around with this for a while. And I’m excited to show this to you all. There will definitely be a part two for this. 

Hope y’all enjoy! 

Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~

Originally posted by cuteguk


You got up and did your daily routine, have a shower, eat breakfast and go to work. You loved your job. You worked really heard and it payed off, you were now the CEO’S right hand man in Kim’s industries. Seokjin your boss and close friend, was taking a step back. He was doing so in order to spend more time with his growing family. You were said cause he was a really good friend of yours, and the thought of working with someone who wasn’t him scared you. What if the new CEO didn’t like you? What if you didn’t like him? So many questions and it wasn’t even nine o’clock in the morning. 

You got in to the lift and pressed the number of the floor you worked on. There was a soft melody playing in the back ground, the doors began to close. Suddenly someone stuck there arm in between the closing doors, stopping them from closing and re-opening them. It was a man. He was a masterpiece, he looked like he just walked out of a Calvin Klein ad. He was wearing a black tailored suit, which was obvious because it fit him like a glove.His hair was jet black, swept to the side to show off his fore head. He reminded you of someone, you just couldn’t pin point it. He stopped and stared at you for a moment. You moved a side to let him in. He walked past you and leaned up against the railing. You could fell him staring at you. You felt hot under his gaze. You felt arms snake around your waist. His arms. The beautiful man holding close against his hard chest. You could stay like that forever, but who was he and why did he want to cuddle in the lift?

“E-excuse me, Sir. But I think this is really inappropriate, could you please let me go.” You were a little shaky, you didn’t know who he was. But you could stay in his arms like that forever. Was he going to offer you sex? Like you’d consider it, he was really good looking and you’d say he’d be like a god between the sheets. Y’know what sayin. He chuckled, it was like music in your ears. 

“Really, Y/N/N (Your nick name)? You don’t remember me? He rested his chin on your shoulder, he was pouting. You’d know that pout anywhere. 

“Jeon Jungkook, you’ve turned into such a man.” You turn around his arms, wrapping yours around his neck and giving him a tight squeeze. 

“Handsome, I know right?” He smirked down at you. 

“I think fucking hot. OH MY GOD! Did I just say that out loud.” You try to pull back from him, to embarrassed. But he just pulled you tighter against him, his hands trailing lower down your back. He lowered his face down to your ear, his breath tickling your neck. 

“I think your fucking hot, too.” He whispered in your ear. 

*Flash back* - 

You met Jungkook when you were eight. You became friends pretty fast, never staying a part for too long. It was when Jungkook got his girlfriend that you realised you had feelings for him. As the years went by you understood that Jungkook would never look at you in that way. But why did he have to be so big on skin ship. He may look all innocent and shy, but no, not at all. He was a clingy motherfucker. He was big into cuddling, holding hands, a lot of times his hands would slip onto your ass and he would feel it up. Not that you minded, but you never really thought anything of it, because he was also always touching Jimins ass too. But it’s glories so who wouldn’t. 

The last time you saw Jungkook was at the end of year party, at graduation. He told you he was going to get both of you drinks and to stay right there. When it was hour later and he still wasn’t back, you went to look for him. He was basically fucking the girl that you hated most in the world, she called you nasty names and told you that you would never be good enough for the likes of jungkook. What a bitch. She was the definition of bitch. But your 17 year old little heart broke at the sight, and you ran away. The next day Jungkook texted you, but you didn’t reply. He called, you didn’t answer. He saw you walking down the street home, but you walked faster and pretended not to hear him. Jungkook was a great friend, but you could no longer hold it in. You had to let him go, even if that meant your friendship was ruined. It had to stop. 

*End of flash back*-  

“So how have you been?” He asked. You were relived he wasn’t bringing up the past. 

“I’m good, you?” He smirked, leaning down to your ear again. Does he know what hes doing to you right now? 

“I’m great, now that I’ve seen you.” He whispers. Your breathing hitched in your throat. He smirked…. little cunt. The lift opens, you pull apart from him. 

“It was good seeing you, Kook!” The old nickname rolling off your tongue with ease. He smiled bright, you missed it. 

“Oh, I think you’ll be seeing a lot more of me.” He leans back against the railing, smirking. The doors slowly close. 


You get to your office and sit back in your chair with a sigh of relief. Why did he have to be so good looking. Your heart was pounding and that was eight years ago that you were in love with him. You can’t still have those feelings, right? Right. 

A knock came to your door, and in pops Seokjins old assistant. 

“Miss Y/N, the new CEO is here. There will be a meeting in five minutes up stairs, in the conference room.” She informs you. 

“Okay, thank you.” You sigh taking off your coat and making your way to the board room. You take your seat next to your friend Namjoon. You chat to him till the meeting starts. You were anxious to see whom the new CEO will be. The man you’ll be spending a lot of time with. 

“All right everyone, settle down.” The room comes to silence, the door opens. Your looking at your schedule for today. Someone clears there throat. You look up. 

“Good morning, I’m Jeon Jungkook, the new CEO of Kim industries.” Your gobsmacked. No fucking way. This can’t be happening! He can’t be the new CEO. The meeting starts and everyone is in awe with Jungkook. Where as you are counting down the seconds till you can leave. And you thought work was a great place to be…. 


When the meeting finally ends, you  practically run back to your office. You want to try. You lay your head on your desk. You heard a faint knock at your door. “Come in.” You shout, not lifting your head from the table.

“Wow, your office has a great view!” You shut your eyes tight hearing his voice. He was no where for eight years, when you longed for him. And now he’s everywhere. You straighten yourself up. 

“Is there something I can help you with, Mr Jeon?” His smile fades at your words. 

“Y/N, you don’t have be so formal with me. We used to be so close.” He smiles taking a seat in front of you. 

“That’s true, but I’d rather if we kept this a professional relationship.” You give him a light smile. 

“And we will. But before that, I want you to answer a few questions for me.” Your heart starts to pound. Why is this happening to you? Why did the world hate you? 

“Okay.. go ahead.” You play with your fingers, a nervous habit. Jungkook smirks at it. 

“Why did you stop talking to me eight years ago?” You sigh. 

“Do you want the truth or the easy white lie?” 

“The truth would be preferred.” You take a deep breath. 

“Okay, well.. I was in love with you.” You laugh. “I am, I saw you making out with that fucking cunt that I hated, and it broke my heart. I didn’t want to put myself through pretending that I was okay with it, when I obviously wasn’t. So when you called and text I ignored them, and eventually you stopped. I never wanted you to know, so I stopped talking to you.” You sigh, it was nice getting that out after all those years. 

“Did the boys know?” You finally meet his gaze. 

“Just Yoongi and Jimin.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me? Things could of been different.” He states. 

“I told you I didn’t want you to know. I was afraid it would ruin our friendship, with my one sided love.” You giggle. “It did anyway.” You laugh again, not really knowing why. 

“Y/N, things would have been, could be different, because I-” Jungkook sentence gets cut short as your assistant comes in. 

“Miss Y/N, Mr Lee is here.” You sigh. 

“Already?” You get up smoothing out your skirt. “I’m sorry, Mr Jeon. But I have work to do.” You grab Mr Lee’s file and leave Jungkook in your office. 

“I love you, too.” Jungkook sighs. 


A/N- So message me if you want a part two. I’m quite happy with this. Hope you all enjoyed. Thank you from reading and for reaching 200 followers!! I love you all, thank you xx 

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seareyes  asked:

I've already asked for so many things but I suck at like actually looking for stuff :(. Do you know any fics that consists of Sterek + Hale Pack? Those honestly are my favorites au and fics. Thanks so much for the help 💖

I’m assuming you mean alive hale family. That’s one of my fave AUs so even if you’re not that’s the list I’m making! - Anastasia

Originally posted by batwynn

love comes in all shapes and sizes by trilliastra

(1/1 I 2,207 I Teen)

“Daddy says that when I’m in trouble I should get the police because they always help us. You’re going to help me, right?” Stiles smiles at her, happy that today he decided to stop by the grocery store to buy milk after his shift instead of going straight home. At least now he’s able to help the little girl, who knows what would have happened to her if he weren’t around.

“Of course I will.” He smiles again. “What’s your name?”

“Rebecca Hale.” She answers proudly. “My daddy is Derek Hale.”

Ecosystem Engineering and the Werewolf by Guede

(1/1 I 19,466 I Not Rated)

Stiles and his dad work for the U.S. Forest Service, which sends them to Beacon Hills. It’d be nice if Stiles could stop running into the Hales. He’s got bodies to get rid of.

So Shed Your Skin and Lets Get Started by halfhardtorock

(2/2 I 21,901 I Explicit)

He’s sixteen and in the woods on the wrong side of the town-line and he’s so fucking fucked.

He knows he’s not supposed to run, they teach that to you in preschool (don’t run from a Were, back away slowly and walk with care), but they never told you how it would feel, standing alone in the dark with your heart beating in your throat as those glowing eyes tracked you from the shadows.

Dude, Werewolves by mysecretashes

(1/1 I 29,263 I Explicit)

Stiles gets partnered with Cora for a history project, and they become bros. Also, he kind of falls in love with her older brother, Derek.

Murder, He Wrote by mklutz

(1/1 I 31,682 I Explicit)

And that was how Stiles accidentally became a New York Times bestselling author.

Ain’t Nothing so Good as the Cake and Eating it by sofonisba_found

(15/5 I 51,001 I Mature)

Derek thinks he’s doing alright in life, with his family at his side and a job he loves. Despite his family’s concerns he remains adamant that he doesn’t need a mate, afraid to take the risk of letting anyone close enough to try to hurt his family again. That is until he realizes that his true mate has been right under his nose for years, and that now through his inaction he may lose him.

No Homo by RemainNameless

(11/11 I 84,064 I Explicit)

Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:
3 FourLokos
+ 1 peer-pressuring cat
- 1 best bro to end all best bros
= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.
Derek is the fool who replies.

Divided We Stand by KouriArashi

(29/29 I 146,74 I Mature)

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn’t expect and aren’t sure they approve of….

As Luck Would Have It (I’m already smitten) by Whisper91

(29/? I 200,882 I Explicit)

When Stiles meets his Dom for the first time, it’s nothing like the cutesy, lovey-dovey Subflicks he used to drag Scott to when they were thirteen. There’s no burst of sunshine when they collide, no sudden swell of violins when their eyes meet; only a really big dent in the front of his Jeep and a seriously pissed off Alpha glaring at him from the sidewalk. 

Indelible Marks by billtheradish

(87/87 I 275,695 I Mature)

The house never burned. The pack is strong. Derek will never need to be the alpha, and his sister is a troll. (Actually, most of his family is like that.)

Derek is an apprentice tattoo artist, and Stiles isn’t old enough to get ink of his own yet. But that doesn’t stop him from being interesting…

Imagine being the Daughter of these two.....

Originally posted by harleyquinnandpuddin

-When Harley told her Puddin she was pregnant, he was not happy. He actully growled at her to get rid of it. She got so mad at his request she walked out on him, and planned on never talking to him again. 

-He had completely forgotten about Harley’s reasoning for leaving, convinced she left to be with another man. That was until the day you were born, when she broke her own promise and sent him on picture of you, sleeping in the nursery. 

-It was love at first sight, and he immediately got in the lambo, speeding to the hospital, and shooting anyone who tried to stop him as he advanced towards the nursery. When he saw you laying there, he broke the glass, took you in his arms and left. He later texted Harley telling her to meet him at the condo they once shared. She was there in 15 minutes.

-Harley was pissed that he took you, but when she saw him cradling you in his arms, looking at you with nothing but affection, all the anger melted away.

-When you were little the duo went on less crime sprees, the dirty work was mostly left for the henchmen to do, with one of the two attending every once in a while. However it wasn’t until you were 17 that they went back to their normal routines of mischief. 

-You were Daddy’s little monster, no matter what you wanted Joker always tried to get it for you, he even took you to the park once a week. 

-You were Mommy’s little vexor. You defiantly had her tongue, and sense of humor. Her proudest moment was when you were six and scared a girl in your class by saying, “The voice told me to ruin your tower, since you stole my crayons.” 

-Most of the staff at the school knew who your parents were, and not to mess with either of them. So most of the stuff you did was overlooked, and you always got good grades (Which you did earn, since you were one of the smartest kids in the class)

-When Harley and Joker would fight, Joker would lock you in your room. They would scream and throw shit and sometimes one of them would leave. You would be sitting on your bed and listening to everything, until one of them (Normally Harley) opened the door, and scooped you into her lap to wipe your tears. 

-Harley tried to leave with you once after a fight, you just remember seeing broken dishes on the floor, holes in the wall from gun fire, and punches, the whole house was a mess. When Joker saw her carrying you out though he sharply hissed, “Oh no no no Kitten, you aren’t taking my princess.” 

“Oh no Mr. J I am, and you will leave us alone.” And then Harley ran from the condo, hot wired a car and drove you both to a hotel in a neighboring town. 

-Of course Joker came looking for you both, and it was agreed after that fight, that he would be the one leaving the house if it got that bad, and Harley would stay home with you. He didn’t like the idea of an emotional Harley taking you into the dangers of Gotham without protection

Originally posted by tentamos-ser-tumbler

-Your mother used to tell you the story of her falling in love with Joker as a bed time story sometimes. She told it as different characters, like sometimes they were royalty, other times mythical gods, but it was always the same plot.

-Your Father told you tales of his crimes for bed, sparing no detail from them. He left nothing out, and enjoyed how when he talked about killing people your eyes would light up slightly. He also told you his adventures with Batman, but those were only told when Harley was in the room with him. (His bedtime stories were your little secrets)

-Everyone in your school was scared to be friends with you, mostly because you were the princess of Gotham, and everyone knew that your parents would not hesitate killing them if they didn’t like the kid, or hurt you. 

-Your first boyfriend refused to take you on a date, because he was embarrassed that he agreed to date you. 

-When he shared this with you, you decked him. The impact of your fist to his face left a bruise over his eye, then proceeded to bruise, cut and bloody the rest of his face. You went home that day with bruised knuckles, an attitude, and a 3 day suspension. Joker had never been prouder.

-You wore the shortest, most low cut dress to your prom, courtesy of Harley, who also did your makeup and hair. Joker protested at first however you interjected, “My father is the most scary man in Gotham, trust me, no boy, or girl or professor wants to fuck with me.” 

-Just to ease his fears, you hid a small pistol in your bra. Harley laughing slightly when you pulled the small weapon from your black lace bra. 

-You once told Joker you hated him while arguing. He was so offended he left the house for three weeks. When he came back you ran into his arms, tears running down your face as you apologized. He forgave you

-You always had quiet nights in on your birthday, even though Joker always wanted to throw you the largest parties. 

-Most times you would retire the normal action movie for a comedy movie, and the condo would quickly fill with the evil laughter of all three of you. 

-Joker would still carry you to bed if you were to fall asleep on the couch, or in their bed, even when you were a teenager. He also would tuck you in and when you woke up, you always found a red lipstick shape on your head. It was proof of the rare affection your father would show.

-Harley always let you dye your hair crazy colors, and she would do your makeup and nails whenever she had free time.

Originally posted by mysparklinginsanity

-When you were 17 you became the new villain of Gotham. Of course your parents had no idea, and you never planned on them finding out. 

-That was until your father ran into you while on a heist. His normal smile feel as he growled deeper then he ever had, “Car…now”

-When you got home your father called for Harley and told her everything. Harley just smiled and gave you a high five, for keeping up the family name. Joker was furious.

-So he accepted the fact that you were now a villain, and soon started inviting you on his heist,

-Even though both of your parents were certifiably insane, and the most wanted couple in Gotham, you would have wanted no one else in the city to be your parents. 

Busted

Originally posted by aomg-jaypark

Busted

“This place is incredible” you chimed following Tablo through the halls of the AOMG office. He laughed seeing you stop off at each of the studios, poking your head inside and just taking it all in. “I can’t believe it. People actually work here” 

Tablo chuckled looking back at you. “You act like you’ve never seen a studio before. YG literally has Iron man in the lobby”

“That’s the lobby…And I mean…the ones at YG are so boring.” you pouted. “These all have such personality. Like the Gray Ground. He named his studio that’s so cool” you were practically bouncing from how excited you were. You’d seen Choice, Kush, and Teddy’s studios but they were far from Wow. GD’s was pretty cool, but come on, it was GD.

Tablo laughed opening the door and leading you into the next room. “If it means that much to you, then just name your studio too.”

“Fine. But I’m demanding YG-PD also give me a budget for LED’s, paint and decor”

“I’ll put in a good word for you.”

“Oh and candy! Gourmet chocolates from Belgium”

“What?” he scoffed

“Ya know…for clients…” you laughed.

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Silent (Soulmate!Thomas Jefferson - Part One)

Originally posted by youforfeitallrights

A/n: My friend is on an internship in New York, and she has tickets to see Hamilton… which got me thinking… I was bored and procrastinating… and I hadn’t written a soulmate AU in years… I need to reclaim my title as soulmate queen. (Also, apologies, I don’t know the tags for this fandom, sooo… This is a thing right?) 

Soulmate AU where the first words your soulmate says to you appear on your arm. Written in third person. Starts in James Madison’s POV then shifts to Thomas Jefferson. No warnings other than Thomas has a bad attitude. 

Part Two     Masterlist

There are three facts about Thomas Jefferson of which James Madison was absolutely certain: 1) Thomas Jefferson does not have a soulmate. 2) Thomas Jefferson doesn’t want one. 3) It’s probably for the best that he doesn’t.

James had known Thomas for many years now, and he doubted any living person knew the man better. Even so, it didn’t take an expert to know Thomas’s view on the subject. Any person with eyes could look down at Thomas’s arm and see it lay bare of words. Any person who’d had a conversation with him on the subject could see he didn’t want to find any words there, and every person who’d ever encountered Thomas, even in passing, had likely come to the same conclusion as James. It was for the best. The universe was saving whatever poor woman would have been latched to him from a life playing second fiddle to Thomas’s ambition and hubris.  

Looking across the banquet hall, James could see Alexander Hamilton, who had been deep in conversation with Thomas for much of the afternoon, coming to those same conclusions. Hamilton had been among the first batch of people to approach Thomas when he arrived, and James barely salvaged a moment to warn Thomas of the situation before he dove into a lengthy discussion with the young immigrant.

James couldn’t decide whether he was amused or terrified. The pair seemed to be amicable enough at the moment, but that could change in a flash. Hamilton and Jefferson were both as stubborn as each other, and they were both fully equipped with sufficient verbal ammunition to break out into an all-out war right in the hall. James had a sneaking suspicion the only reason the two had yet to shed any blood was due to the close proximity of President Washington, the host of tonight’s affair.

“Someone should really go and separate those two before they realize how terribly opposed their views are. I’d hate to get any blood stains on the new rug.” James glanced up to see it was Martha Washington who spoke.  

Smiling James offered a hand out to greet the woman, “I do believe that will happen regardless of our intervention, ma’am.”

Martha gave a simple nod in the direction of his hand, and James’s hand dropped, realizing both of hers were occupied. In her left Martha held a nearly empty glass of wine, and in her right she held a hand, not her husband’s either.

James studied the younger woman attached to Martha’s side with interest. She had a death grip of Mrs. Washington’s hand and looked to be cowering behind the older woman. To her credit, Martha also appeared to be shielding the girl, who looked about ready to sink into the floor. The forlorn expression on her face and the tightness on Martha’s told James that neither of them particularly wanted the young woman to be there. Whether that was because Martha did not care for her to be at the banquet or whether Martha cared to protect her from it, James could not be sure.

“Mrs. Washington, I do not believe I’ve had the honor to meet your acquaintance,” James addressed the unknown woman with a slight bow of his head, “James Madison.”

“Oh, of course,” Martha flashed a forgetful smile James would have believed had he not seen it before. “Mr. Madison, this is my dear younger sister, (Y/n) Elizabeth Aylett.”

“Pleasure to meet you ma’am,” James bowed his head.

The woman, whom he now knew to be (Y/n) Elizabeth), gave a one-handed curtsey in response and a rather hesitant smile. Her grip on Martha’s hand loosened slightly, but she made little move to approach him any closer or step out from behind Martha’s guarded stance.

“Has your sister been introduced to Mr. Jefferson or Mr. Hamilton? Perhaps we could make their acquaintance on that pretense,” James suggested, waving a hand to where his oldest friend stood, still in deep, uninterrupted discussion with the new Secretary of Treasury.

“James!” A familiar voice boomed as a hand came down firmly to clap James on the shoulder. “I am so glad you could come.”

James turned to face George Washington and extended a hand, “Mr. President, did you really think I would miss a welcome banquet for my oldest friend?”

George accepted James’s hand and shook it firmly. “Your oldest friend who has spent the majority of the night politely refuting every word that has left the mouth of Secretary Hamilton.” George gave James a pointed smirk. “I dare say those two are cut from the same cloth.”

“I don’t know if I would go that far, sir.” James nodded his head in the direction of the pair, who seemed to have been quietly escalating their disagreement. “Even if they were, I doubt either would admit it. However, I do think they are both stubborn enough to continue this fight until someone forces them to cease blows.”

“Oh let them stew for a moment more,” George waved off James’s concern with a light chuckle. “They both work best when they’re angry. Perhaps if we leave them to it long enough they’ll build the whole country while trying to outdo each other.”

James did not share George’s confidence in the pair of men. He didn’t know who he was more concerned for. He’d seen Hamilton work. The young man had an unmatched determination, and put to work it could do some serious damage. However, Thomas Jefferson was not a man to cross, probably a fourth fact to add to his list if he ever felt like expanding it. There had been more than one occasion over the course of their friendship that he found himself thanking the heavens Thomas was on his side not against him. Nevertheless, James allowed George to table his concerns and the conversation to steer away.

“You know James,” George glanced down at the younger man’s sleeve covered arm with a knowing smirk. “Mr. Burr is here tonight.”

James’s hand instinctively went to his arm. Under the sleeve, the first words from his soulmate, Mr. Burr speaks very highly of you, Mr. Madison. “I’m afraid I have already met all of the women you have invited tonight, not including Mrs. Aylett.” He gestured to Martha’s sister. “Though I appreciate your concern.”

“Well no danger of that tonight, Mr. Madison.” Martha piped up, still holding firmly to her sister. “Perhaps the next banquet,” with a kind smile she added, “We’ll see to it Mr. Burr is invited to all of them.”

“How kind of you, Mrs. Washington,” James nodded politely.

James waited silently as George turned to address Martha about the time dinner would begin. His eyes wondered over to (Y/n), who also seemed very uninterested in the conversation. Her eyes had wandered away, and her guard had dropped slightly as she looked around the room. James followed her gaze to Jefferson and Hamilton who had since been joined by Aaron Burr, the same Aaron Burr who would one day introduce James to his soulmate.

‘No danger of that tonight,’ James reminded himself of Martha’s words, harsh but true. It occurred to him at first that she may have spoken prematurely. He knew everyone else in the room, but her sister had yet to speak a word to him. It didn’t seem likely, given that (Y/n) probably did not know Aaron Burr and had no reaction herself to his first words to her. Even so, Martha had said it with an odd sense of finality. If James could not see the looping cursive peeking out from under (Y/n)’s sleeves, he’d have assumed Martha was so assured in her statement because her sister had no soulmate. He supposed, now, it must have been because she knew the words on her sister’s arm, or that her sister had already found her soulmate. Though if that was the case, why was he not here?

A million possibilities were running through James’s mind. There wasn’t anything else particularly interesting to do that night.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen, didn’t anyone tell you the war was over?” The voice of Aaron Burr echoed across the hall. Clearly James had been too soon assuming the night would be uninteresting.

George caught James’s eye. “Let’s go end the squabbling; shall we?” George offered an arm to his wife, and (Y/n) reluctantly dropped her death grip on Martha so her sister could accept.

The married couple led the way, and James followed after them beside a meek-looking (Y/n) who still refused to speak. The poor, quiet girl was walking into a lion’s den with Burr, Jefferson, and Hamilton. If she was hesitant around him, he could only imagine how badly she’d be spooked by the other three men. James made a concerted effort to circle around to her other side and place himself between her and the other three. He’d thought he’d been subtle with the gesture, but the sheepish smile (Y/n) sent his way told him otherwise. His only reply was to nod in confirmation.

“Mr. President,” Aaron Burr gave a bow of his head to the approaching group, effectively halting all conversation between Hamilton and Jefferson. “How are you this evening?”

“Quite well, Mr. Burr. How are you? Enjoying the festivities, I see,” The president looked between his two secretaries admonishingly.

Hamilton, at least, had the respect to look scorned, “My apologies, Mr. President. Secretary Jefferson and I were simply discussing…”

“Enough of that,” George waved away Hamilton’s concerns. “This is meant to be a celebration. Mr. Jefferson has only just returned to us from France. Let’s leave our work to the office, shall we?”

“Of course, Mr. President.” Thomas Jefferson gave a respectful bow of his head. “Thank you for hosting this dinner tonight. I appreciate your hospitality.”

“And we appreciate your assistance. I look forward to working with you, but for now let’s enjoy our evening.” George addressed the pair of them.

Hamilton bowed his head and turned his attention from the group. “If you all will excuse me, my soulmate is speaking with Mrs. Adams and appears to want my attention.” He went off with one last nod to the President.

“You haven’t even made it into work yet, and the two of you are already finding things to bicker over,” George’s tone was teasing, but there was a certain sense of warning to it that none of the group missed.

“I wouldn’t go so far as to call it bickering, merely a difference of opinions unrelated to work. I’m sure we’ll be able to put it aside in future work.” Thomas politely refuted the President’s concern.

“Unrelated?” James cut in. He knew both men well enough. They had plenty of points of contention related to politics. He couldn’t imagine they would have had enough time to make it through all of them and find something else to argue about.

“Soulmates, of course,” Thomas waved his hand in the direction Alexander had retreated. “He brought up the topic and seemed rather disgruntled by my stance on the subject.” Thomas was being very careful not to launch into his opinion again. He doubted this group, Martha and the woman he didn’t know in particular, would appreciate it.

“Ah yes,” George mused. “Alexander mustn’t be familiar with your perennial bachelorhood.”

“I was married once, you know,” Thomas pointed out to George with a teasing tone that in no way seemed to disagree with George’s statement.

“It happens sometimes,” Martha seemed to miss the tone in Thomas’s voice and took him more literally. “You know, people getting married outside of soulmates.” Her eyes trailed to the other woman in the group, standing between George and James and trying desperately to avoid eye contact with everyone in the room.

Thomas’s eyes trailed over the girl. “Who might your friend be, Mrs. Washington?” The question was addressed to Martha, but his eyes were firmly on the woman, expecting the answer to come from her.

She made no move to answer or even acknowledge Thomas’s presence, and Martha piped up immediately in response. “Mr. Jefferson, this is my sister, (Y/n) Elizabeth Aylett.”

“Can she not answer for herself?” Thomas fought the urge to roll his eyes when he looked back to Martha.

“As a matter of fact -” Martha sputtered out, agitation bubbling up in her expression.

“Mr. Jefferson,” George warned coolly, all pretense dropping from his voice.

Thomas wanted to scoff. He couldn’t get a word out today without being berated, first by Hamilton, then Burr, now the Washingtons. This banquet was supposed to be in honor of his return, and all he wanted to do was leave. Any other day he would have been the epitome of cordial, but that Hamilton had wound him tight. He wanted none of this.

Turning to (Y/n), he practically growled out his first words to her, “What? Are you mute or something?”

Everyone froze for just a moment. Aaron Burr was looking at him aghast. James’s expression was simply exasperated. George Washington had the stern expression of a no-nonsense general, and Martha looked a mixture of angry and shocked at his side. The woman, (Y/n), simply looked resigned. She was meeting Thomas’s gaze now, but the look in her eyes was not that of a woman scorned. It looked more like a woman broken.

The look in her eye was all Thomas needed to realize he’d made a mistake.

(Y/n) turned to her sister and made a quick gesture, wiping her fingers twice over the palm of her outstretched hand, before she turned for the door.

“Wait, I-,” Thomas reached out to the woman, ready to apologize. Instead, his hand was snatched away.

When he looked back, he was expecting a disappointed James or maybe a wary Aaron Burr. He was certainly not expecting to have to look down into the eyes of an absolutely livid Martha Washington. “You… You…” She was trying desperately to form sentences, but her anger was suppressing her speech.

“I’m sorry, deeply sorry.” Thomas looked away ashamed. “It has been a rough evening. I didn’t intend to take it out on your sister.”

“Why are you apologizing to me?” Martha’s voice was growing louder with her building rage. “You should be apologizing to (Y/n)! Not just for this, for decades of hating herself! Do you realize how much damage you’ve done to her?”

Now Thomas was confused, very confused. “I beg your pardon, ma’am?”

“Every day she wakes up to those words burned into her arm! Ashamed of who she is and knowing you’re ashamed of it too!” Martha’s ranting had attracted attention from a good portion of the banquet hall now. George reached out to his wife, trying to rein her in.

Thomas tried placating the irate woman. “I don’t understand what you mean, Mrs. Washington. Perhaps, I should just go find (Y/n) and…”

George took the matter on himself and pulled his wife from Thomas, stepping up close to the man so none of the now eavesdropping guests could hear his voice carry. “Your words are on (Y/n)’s arm. You must be her soulmate.”

“I don’t have a soulmate.” Thomas replied almost mechanically, turning his arm slightly so George could see the blank expanse of skin.

“Well yes,” George conceded. “If (Y/n) is your soulmate you wouldn’t have words on your arm. She’ll never speak to you… She is mute.”

All Bottled Up

This is Shklance that has been bugging me for two days now, so if you’re uncomfortable with that it’s ok to just skip this and scroll down.

Part 1

I made a part 2 😊 https://psychotic-cheesecake.tumblr.com/post/160721447852/all-bottled-up

“Oh my god, have you heard?”

“I’m pretty sure everyone in this coffee shop heard you.” Keith grumbled, fighting the urge to turn around and glare at the woman behind him. It was 3 in the afternoon and he needed his iced coffee, it was too hot and humid for excited college girls.

“What?” Thankfully the girl she was with doesn’t seem fazed or mildly excited. Maybe she’s just as tired and sweaty as him this time of the day.

“You know that guy Ethan and the guy he’s dating? I heard they broke up like last night.”

“No way!” Or maybe not. Keith could feel the small jump the girl made on her seat considering that she was seated just behind him. Why the hell did he choose to sit here again?

“Yah. I heard they broke up in a restaurant. In a FUCKING RESTAURANT on their ANNIVERSARY!”

The girl behind him audibly gasp. Keith rolled his eyes but still listened. You can’t really blame him for listening, for one he was seated directly behind the girls; and two, the drama was quite intriguing.

“Oh no, poor Lance!”

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Peter Pan Imagine/Do you love me?

Warnings: Smut, cursing, mentally abusive,cruel Pan, 

You never truly understood him, why he was so mean, so cruel, so heartless, for you only knew that you loved him, and your poor loving self thought you could change that, you were wrong.

From the day you met him, you knew you wanted to be with him, something about his mysterious ways drove you crazy. 

“Who are you?” he asked

“I’m Y/n.” you say with a smile

“Throw her in the lagoon, she’ll die faster!” he yells

“WAIT!” you yell a little alarmed

“Please, let me stay, I want to help.”

“What could you possibly have to offer me?”

You loo at him dead in the eyes,  “Me.”

The next thing you know Peter has you naked in his bedroom

He kisses up and down your neck and you are almost screaming his name,

As he is about to enter you stop him

“This is.. my first time.” you look every other way except in his direction

Peter is automatically irritated, he rolls his eyes, but makes sure you aren’t watching hi, he just wanted to fuck you already. He bends his down in the crook of your neck and starts to whisper “I’ll take go slow okay?”

You think he is the sweetest thing in the world, and of course you didn’t see the eye rolls.

He enters you and you start to feel the pain and start to complain to Peter, at this point he puts his finger in your mouth,

“Bite on this.” he says a little dry , you ignored that.

Next thing you know he starts going in hard and you could barely take it.

“Peter I’m a virgin!” you yell

But he completely ignores that and keeps going

“Peter please go slower”

As if he couldn’t be more of an ass he goes quicker

You’re digging your nails and hiding you face in the pillow you saw next to you begging him to stop, it felt good, but for your first time, it was a bit much.

As he stopped you realized he came and with that you took the pillow from behind your face and blushed as you looked at him.

His hair was a crazy mess, he was sweating, and had a satisfying look on his face, almost a “mission accomplished” look

He then came to your ear and nibbled on it a bit, you giggle as he does so

“You did such a good job baby girl, your king is so proud of you.” as he whispered in your ear, your heart melted, ever since then, this was your nightly routine. You loved making Peter proud of you, he would praise you, he would get you gifts, let you eat the first meal, showering alone, being his lost girl had some perks.

Almost every night Peter would fuck the brains out of you and he would love doing it.

“Do you really like the girl? Or are you just playing with her emotions?” Felix asked Peter

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Peter would say bluntly

“Oh Peter” you would scream his name so loud all of Neverland would hear, and he loved it, you barely could talk the next day because your throat would be red raw from screaming.

One day one of the lost boys got sick and you caught one of the colds they had.

“Not tonight Peter.” you simply say

“Excuse me?” he says

“I got sick and just want to rest.”

“Love please” he would kiss your neck softly, try to get you in the mood.

“Peter, you know I can’t say no to you” you say ans gab his face and kiss his lips.

He quickly takes off his clothes and yours and starts to stroke into you very roughly.

“Oh fuck Peter.”

He grabs the slides of your hips and starts to go very rough, he would always switch positions, doggy stile so that he could pull your hair, he would make you go on top of him, but eventually he would just take over and get on top, he loved being in charge, and if he felt that he wasn’t, he would make it be known by fucking you even harder. 

“Who’s lost girl are you ?” he would ask as he was about to cum

“Your’s Peter!” 

“That’s right.”

After he came he would always leave, he always had to do something.

“Baby please stay.” you begged

“Why would I do that?” he almost laughed

“Usually after people have sex they, I don’t know talk, cuddle, sleep.”

“Don’t be silly love, nobody does that.” he says as he walks out of the room.

Leaving you there, twisting your hair and letting tears come down your face.

You were starting to feel incomplete.

3 Weeks after

After an other night of well,, Peter getting what he wanted , you asked him something.

“Peter.” you lay on the bed still naked

“Not now Y/n I’m very busy.” he says as he puts on his pants

“Do you love me?” you ask almost regretting the question as soon as it came out of your mouth.

Peter looked at you almost in a confused way, and walked outside the door.

With that your heart shattered. You decided that enough was enough and ran after him, putting only a night gown on.

“Pan wait!” you say

He turns around, “Pan?” you were only allowed to call him Peter.

“I am sick of this, I just want to know if you love me or not.” 

“Y/n go back to bed.” he says as he began to talk to Felix

You step in the middle of both of them

“The hell are you doing?” he asked

“I will not move until you answer my question.” you say

“Fine, then we’ll move.” he says and him and Felix leave you, you stay there al night trying to prove a point, breakfast time and you have not moved, you were also sick as a dog, for it was cold that night.

“Come to bed.” you hear his voice and you turn around.

“Why?” you say sniffling your nose.

“Just come.” he says, you follow.

You get to his room and the fire is on, a long with a bunch of blankets and pillows.

“Oh Peter it’s Perfect! But it’s already breakfast time”

“We can skip it.” he kisses down your neck 

“But Peter I actually need it, I’m sick I need nutrition in my body.” you seriously.

“What you need, is me, I can make you feel all better.” he says.

“Peter stop.” you push him away 

“I’m sick, I’m going to get breakfast.” you say firmly

“What’s the point of having a lost girl then?” he mumbles under his breath but clearly wanting you to hear it

“Excuse me?” you began to heat up

“If you’re not going to give me what I want you’re better off sleeping in the tents outside with the rest of the lost boys.” he says as he crosses his arms

“So just because I don’t let you get it in I’m just an other lost boy then huh?” you almost scream

“You might as well be. That’s what I wanted you hear for.” he says bluntly

Your eyes began to tear up. “You’re an asshole.” you run outside and that was the last time you saw Peter.

About 3 months later you got settled in a town called StoryBrooke, you loved it, and you loved your brother Henry, he was your best friend, even though he was younger than you, you told each other everything.

Well the peace didn’t last log because Henry was take, and you were devastated.

As you all meet up in Ruby’s diner you all find ways to know where Henry could be you began to eat Henry’s favorite desert, apple pie.

You ate while the grown ups figured out where he was, they usually could figure out was faster before you since they were the ones with the magic powers.

“Bloody hell, I know where this kid is.” Hook said

You popped your head up a little curious and playing with your food just in case you weren’t supposed to be hearing.

“Where?!” Regina and Emma yelled at the same time.

“Neverland.” he says

Your fork dropped on the floor and so did your heart, you haven’t seen Peter since you yelled a him, since he sad all those terrible things.

You were terrified, but you had to get your best friend and brother back, and Peter was not going to stop you.

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Wrapped Around; pt.5

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 12.6k words

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Angst

A/N: weow 1 month later here is part 5!! thank you for your patience ya dumplings (’:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 3.5 | Part 4

Previously…

Tae was right, he warned you to watch yourself around him and you felt so dumb, so hurt that you had let yourself become one of those girls. You had sworn that you wouldn’t let Jimin get to you but here you were sitting in your bed feeling as broken as all the other girls that had slept with the player that was Park Jimin. Stupid, stupid you.


Glancing at the time on your phone, you pick up the pace of your steps. Your cousin had given you 10 minutes to get to the restaurant before he makes you buy your own meal. The cold winter air bites at your skin as you sprint towards the entrance of the diner, hoping and praying that the heater had been turned on to its highest setting in there. You were so cold that you were sure your fingers were going to fall off at any point now but damn it you’d do anything for free food.

Stepping into the diner, you let out a sigh of relief at the wave of warm air that hits you. Honestly, how can anyone enjoy winter when it’s so horridly cold? You shrug off your hood, eyes scanning the establishment as you look for your cousin.

“Y/N!”

Damn.

“Mina,” You smile stiffly as you watch her drape her coat over the back of her chair.

“You made it!” She beams and you hesitate for a while before walking over to take a seat next to your cousin who only looks at you in shock. “I told you she would!” She exclaims, turning to your cousin who now had his head in his hands.

“Crap, I can’t believe you actually got here in time,” Your cousin groans as he pulls out his wallet to count the number of bills he had. “Remind me to never underestimate your will when it comes to getting free food.”

“I told you not to bet against me, didn’t I?” You laugh, trying your best to cover the look of disdain as you sit across Mina, envy running through your veins at the mere sight of her.

“Whatever,” Your cousin huffs, dismissing you with a wave of his hand before he turns to Mina. “What’re you doing here so late anyway?” He asks.

“Well I could ask the same,” She quips.

“We had a busy night so we got up pretty late.”

“Huh, what a coincidence… Me too,” She smirks and you let your fingernails dig into your palm, wishing nothing more than to wipe that smirk off her face.

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You Are The Light of My Life

Raphael (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Thanks for requesting, nonnie<3 xx

Prompt: “If requests are open, do ya think you could write a Raph x chubby reader? Like she’s real insecure but he really loves her the way she is. Like because he’s so solid but she’s so soft. And he gets to protect her. She’s like the calm to his storm. And stuff. If you could that’d be awesome! Thanks!”

Word count: 744

Warnings: Swearing

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3


You met the turtles when you were walking home late. Work had you wrapped around their little finger, but the money was good, and the people weren’t too bad either. Your day was good, until some asshole stole your purse and tried to run off. Long story short, Raphael, you’re knight in shining armor so to speak, handled the situation very well. By very well, I mean he beat the living shit out of the guy and told him to get a job.


 5 months later, you were dating the giant, green God, and things were great. He was quite the charmer, and made you feel so special.

You’d visit the lair almost everyday, and everyday Raph would make it his goal to make you happy and proud of yourself. Today, it would be a little more difficult for him.

There were these boys in your class, who take pleasure out of making you feel shit about yourself, and somehow they got word that you had a boyfriend. They used this against you. Telling you all these things about how he must be as worthless as you, and when you tried they laughed in your face and said worse.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he dumped your fat ass soon!”

“He’s probably dating you for a bet!”

“Who would ever love you?”

They sneered and laughed and got your whole class involved.

And for the first time in months, you cried in front of them. They really got a kick out of that, and when you ran out of the class, it was the cherry on top.


 When you got to the lair, Raphael was already in a bad mood, and had dragged you to his bedroom. He closed the door behind you and placed you on to the bed. Then he crawled up next to you and wrapped his arms around you, burying his head in your stomach as he breathed in your scent. He loved your body. He could bury himself in you and never let go if he wanted to.

 And that’s what made you start crying. And not quiet sniffles. No, you started bawling. Raph picked his head up, looking at you with pure concern written all over his face.

“Baby girl? What’s wrong?” He sat up straight, holding your arms and pulling you into his chest. “Why ya crying, baby?” That only made you start blubbering even more, and it took quite a while to calm you down. Not that Raphael was bothered. If you were sad, he was going to find out why, and do something to solve it.

When he finally found out about why you were so upset, he was enraged. How dare they say those things to you? What gave them the right? By the time you had finished telling him everything, he was already pacing around the room, hitting things off the walls.

“Raph, please calm down.” you whispered, going over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist, your cheek against his back. “I’m sorry if-”

“[Y/N]. Shut up.” He turned around and sat you down on his bed, sitting in front of you. “Yer beautiful. I love ya. If I ever see or meet those bastards, ya better believe I’m going to beat the living shit out of them, regardless of the time of day. Ya don’t deserve to feel like this. Ya the best person I’ve ever met, and I ain’t bullshitting ya. Ya deserve the world, and I’m sorry I can’t give ya that, but I’m happy with ya, [Y/N]. I don’t know- I don’t know how I’d live without ya. Yer the- the light of my life, ya know?” He paused and stared at her. “Do not think of yerself as anything less, because yer the reason I haven’t given up. I need ya to be strong fer me. I need ya to see me as the reason yer not giving up.”