am i ever gonna see you again


  • ‘  when i was a kid, whenever i’d feel small or lonely, i’d look up at the stars. wondered if there was life up there.  ‘
  • ‘  tens of thousands of lives were lost.  ‘
  • ‘  this was just the beginning.  ‘
  • ‘  to fight monsters, we created monsters of our own.  ‘
  • ‘  we got really good at it. winning.  ‘
  • ‘  hey, kid. don’t get cocky.  ‘
  • ‘  please, after you. age before beauty.  ‘
  • ‘  you know what i’m thinking.  ‘
  • ‘  worry about yourself, kiddo!  ‘
  • ‘  ___, listen to me!  ‘
  • ‘  suits and ties, flashy smiles. that’s all they are.  ‘
  • ‘  bad news: three guys died yesterday.  ‘
  • ‘  well, orders are orders. what else am i supposed to do?  ‘
  • ‘  took me a while to find you.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t have anyone else in my head again. i’m done.  ‘
  • ‘  haven’t you heard? the world is coming to an end.  ‘
  • ‘  so where would you rather die? here, or ____?  ‘
  • ‘  oh, no, call me ___. only my mother calls me doctor.  ‘
  • ‘  he was 2,500 tons of awesome. or awful. you know, whatever you wanna call it.  ‘
  • ‘  shut up. i don’t love them, okay? i study them.  ‘
  • ‘  things have changed. we’re not an army anymore, we’re the resistance.  ‘
  • ‘  i didn’t know it was this bad.  ‘
  • ‘  sorry about your brother.  ‘
  • ‘  you haven’t told me what i’m doing here yet.  ‘
  • ‘  numbers do not lie. politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. numbers are as close as we get to the handwriting of god.  ‘
  • ‘  politics and poetry, promises, these are lies.  ‘
  • ‘  and this… is the point where he goes completely crazy.  ‘
  • ‘  fortune favors the brave, dude.  ‘
  • ‘  they won’t give you the equipment, and even if they did, you’d kill yourself.  ‘
  • ‘  she’s one of a kind now.  ‘
  • ‘  i think you’re unpredictable.  ‘
  • ‘  you take risks that endanger yourself and your crew. i don’t think you’re the right man for this mission.  ‘
  • ‘  wow. thank you for your honesty.  ‘
  • ‘  one day, you’re gonna see that in combat you make decisions. and you have to live with the consequences.  ‘
  • ‘  you promised me.  ‘
  • ‘  vengeance is like an open wound.  ‘
  • ‘  to me, you’re dead weight. you slow me down, i’m gonna drop you like a sack of shit.  ‘
  • ‘  i’ve raised him on my own. he’s a smart kid, but i never knew whether to give him a hug or a kick in the ass.  ‘
  • ‘  it’s a dialogue, not a fight.  ‘
  • ‘  better watch it.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m not crazy. you felt it, right?  ‘
  • ‘  this is worth fighting for.  ‘
  • ‘  if you’re listening to this, well, i’m either alive and i’ve proven what i’ve just done works, in which case, ha ha, i won. or i’m dead and i’d like you to know that it’s all your fault. it really is, you know, you drove me to this. in which case, ha, i also won. sort of.  ‘
  • ‘  are you gonna say anything?  ‘
  • ‘  you look good.  ‘
  • ‘  like when you blink your eyes over and over and over again and all you really see are like, frames. it was emotion.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m okay. just let me control it.  ‘
  • ‘  you are a goddamn disgrace. you’re gonna get us all killed.  ‘
  • ‘  why don’t you just do us all a favor and disappear? it’s the only thing you’re good at.  ‘
  • ‘  so, what, you’re grounding us?  ‘
  • ‘  one: don’t you ever touch me again. two: don’t you ever touch me again.  ‘
  • ‘  now, you have no idea who the hell i am or where i’ve come from, and i’m not about to tell you my whole life story.  ‘
  • ‘  you know, you live in someone else’s head for so long… the hardest part to deal with is the silence.  ‘
  • ‘  well, that’s classified. so i couldn’t tell you. even if i wanted to. but it is pretty cool, so i might tell you. i’m gonna tell you.  ‘
  • ‘  jesus, we can’t just sit here and watch them die.  ‘
  • ‘  let me in, i’m a doctor!  ‘
  • ‘  we have a choice here. we either sit and wait, or we take these flare guns and do something really stupid.  ‘
  • ‘  as harsh as it sounds, there is no time to celebrate. we lost people. no time to grieve.  ‘
  • ‘  how sick are you? and why didn’t you tell me?  ‘
  • ‘  i haven’t exactly had a very good day, okay?  ‘
  • ‘  we’re gonna own this bad boy!  ‘
  • ‘  by jove, we are going to own this thing for sure!  ‘
  • ‘  today, at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other.  ‘
  • ‘  today we are canceling the apocalypse!  ‘
  • ‘  as for you, well, you’re easy. you’re an egotistical jerk with daddy issues. a simple puzzle i solved on day one.  ‘
  • ‘  i just don’t want to regret all the things that i never said out loud.  ‘
  • ‘  well, my father always said, if you have the shot, you take it. so let’s do this.  ‘
  • ‘  all i have to do is fall. anyone can fall.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t find his pulse. i don’t think he’s breathing.  ‘
  • ‘  no. don’t go. please.  ‘
  • ‘  you’re squeezing me too tight. i couldn’t breathe.  ‘
  • ‘  where is my goddamn shoe?  ‘

The Incredibles  {Sentence Starters}

  • “I, uh, put it away.”
  • “The public is in danger!”
  • “That was totally wicked!”
  • “Coincidence? I think NOT!”
  • “Never heard that one before.”
  • “WHY do you NEED to know?”
  • “That man out there, he needs help!”
  • “Go, confront the problem. Fight! Win!”
  • “No? Well, he’ll look fabulous anyway.”
  • “Do you think I’m totally irresponsible?”
  • “Wait here and stay hidden. I’m going in.”
  • “I’ll be a bigger hero than you ever were.”
  • “You can’t be seen in this. I won’t allow it.”
  • “I was wrong to treat you that way. I’m sorry.”
  • “Normal? What do YOU know about normal?”
  • “Now I’m losing him! What’ll I do? What’ll I do?”
  • “Huh? Oh, come on! You gotta admit, this is cool!”
  • “See? Now you respect me… because I’m a threat.”
  • “I never look back, darling! It distracts from the now.”
  • “We’re dead! We’re dead! We survived but we’re dead!”
  • “What does ANYONE in this family know about normal?”
  • “And call me when you get back, darling. I enjoy our visits.”
  • “I can’t lose you again! I can’t. Not again. I’m not s-strong enough.”
  • “You keep trying to pick a fight, but I’m still just happy you’re alive.”
  • “'Greater good?’ I am your wife! I’m the greatest GOOD you are ever gonna get!”
  • “All I wanted was to help you. I only wanted to help! And what do you say to me?”
  • “I feel like the maid; I just cleaned up this mess! Can we keep it clean for ten minutes!?”
  • “No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again.”
  • “It tore me apart. But I learned an important lesson. You can’t count on anyone, especially your heroes.”
  • “Uh-uh! Don’t you think about running off doing no daring-do. We’ve been planning this dinner for two months!”
Cure (2)

Bucky Barnes x reader

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst and obviously, eventually: smut.

Summary: Bucky comes back from a mission, not remembering who he is or who anyone else is. He doesn’t remember Steve, Natasha or the woman he loves. She does immediately catch his eye, though. He thinks she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, and he’s not afraid to say it in front of people he doesn’t know anyway. What does he have to lose? As far as he knows, he has nothing. On top of being somewhere he doesn’t remember ever being and being stared at by people who seem to know him, but he doesn’t know in return, he hears a voice in his own head. Because, of course, he must be insane.

A/N: This might hurt a little. Just a little. 

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

It’s weird, waking up not knowing where you are. It took me a while to remember what happened last night, and it took me even longer to realise that I’m not alone in this bed; even when I’m curled around the warm body next to me, my arms around her waist and my face nuzzled into the back of her neck.

She smells familiar. She smells like.. home.

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Faded - Jungkook scenario (Mafia AU, angst, slight fluff)

Originally posted by nelliel66

A/N: I had this idea and imagination for a while now, thought I should write and post it! Inspired by movie “Legend”
Hope you like it :) Tell me your thoughts on it if you want to ^^

Members: Jungkook x You, ft. Jimin
Genre: angst/ slight fluff
Word count: 3760
Warnings: cursing, fighting etc..

It’s funny how person can have such an affect on you, change you. He was my guy, my man who I loved. It took a lot of love for me to hate him the way I do.
His name was Jungkook. A guy who loved money, didn’t love to be lied or played, because it will end awful for you.
His best friend Jimin, liked being a gangster too. Money, luxury, loved good looking women.
If anyone messed with them, it would end up ugly. You could have an agreement with them to do something, but with no money there is no game to play.

Jimin was older than Jungkook. He owned few clubs in the city. Biggest ones, most popular ones.
They loved being the center of everything. They met a lot of famous people during the years of owning their clubs.
They had anything that you wish for in your life.


“Where is Aden?” Jungkook turns towards his daily guard Frank, who is with him or near him each day, 24/7.
“He can’t get up. Probably still sleeping Jungkook” he looks at him leaning against the car
“Let’s go visit him.” Jungkook said and got in the back of the car.

Driving for 20 minutes, Frank stops at Aden’s house. Jungkook gets out and walks to the front door of his house, knocking few times.

- That is where I come in. From that moment it all started to change. -

You had a small smile on your lips as you looked at Jungkook. He tilts his head, looking at you.
“Who are you?”
“Y/N.” you smiled
“Aden’s sister” you added
“Your brother was supposed to be at work hour or two ago. Is he home?”

You call out for Aden. And look back at Jungkook.
“How come I never saw you?” he spoke, putting his hands in his pockets
“Probably we never came across each other.” Jungkook smiled at your response and nodded his head
“What you have there?” he points at the counter, at big bowl with candy

Aden quickly opens his bedroom window.
“Sir I WILL BE RIGHT DOWN!” he shouted and hurried to get dressed in his white shirt and grey suit

Jungkook looks down from the window at you.
“Those are hard candy? Want one? I am chewing on one now” you said and walked to the bowl
“What kind you eating?”
“Lemon and strawberry in the middle?”
“That one sounds good” he smiled

You gave him the candy and he puts it his mouth. Few seconds later he would chew it.
“You’re not supposed to chew it right away, you know?” you look at him, leaning against the door frame
“Well, I need to get to that strawberry. It’s too much of a wait”
“You are supposed to be patient” you smile
“By being so patient, doesn’t get you what you want, does it?” he looked away and then slowly back at your eyes again
“I’ll tell you what” he steps a bit away
“You go out with me, and you brother doesn’t get into trouble, he is in”
You stop for a moment, look around and nod your head.
“Okay, I’ll go out with you, but not for that reason” you smile
“Y/N get back in here, you need to clean the kitchen!” you hear your mom shouting, turning your head
“Saturday, 8PM?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows
“Sure” you smiled and Aden walks down the hall in hurry and you walk away

Aden and Jungkook walked together down the path.
Jungkook slaps lightly across back of Aden’s head.
“Ouch!” Aden puts his hand behind his head, looking at Jungkook
“You’re lucky you didn’t get anything more painful” Jungook smiled and sat in the car with Frank in front and Aden driving.

Jungkook looked through the window, watching the city, people.
“Aden, how come you never told me about your sister”
“Ah she’s just very shy, fragile in a away.”
“Oh… She’s a nice girl you know?”
“Yes, she’s a beautiful person inside and out” Aden nods his head, driving

Jimin was sitting down with his guards and friends Tommy, Ron.
He watched the people in the club, listened to singers singing live on stage.
Walks over Patrick, also the guy in their crew.
“Charlie is drunk and waving with a gun in his hand, in front of the club.” He said to Jimin
“Always ruins such an amazing evening” Jimin said and got up being followed behind with his guys.

He walks outside, throwing his cigarette away, and look at Charlie. Charlie noticed Jimin, and stops fulling around and keeps looking at him.
“What are you doing mate?” Jimin asked putting one hand in his pocket, getting closer to Charlie
“I got drunk a bit” he looked down
“You’re waving around with a fucking gun, you know that? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jimin points at him
“I’m sorry Jimin.”
“Go on, hand the gun to Ron.” Jimin said and Charlie gives the gun to Ron
“Here” Jimin takes out the pack od cigars and hands one to Charlie, he puts it in his mouth, and Jimin gets the lighter and lights up the cigarette. Soon as he inhales, Jimin punches Charlie in the face.
“Don’t you EVER walk around my club drunk. Waving a fucking gun. Little slut” Jimin grabbed Charlie’s face and pushes him away.
“Get some tissues” Tommy said and Ron ran inside

Jimin runs his fingers through his hair and walks back into the club.

“He is a criminal Y/N. A gangster! He doesn’t give a damn about you” Jungkook was leaning against his car, waiting for you, with him cigarette in his mouth.
“You know what?! He seems nice! Just so you know I will kiss him!” he smiled and saw you walking outside, throwing his cigarette away.

You walked towards Jungkook. You stop in front of him.
“You look lovely” he smiled
“So do you” you smiled looking at his black suit and tie.

Jungkook opens the car door and you get inside.
Arriving at the club, Jungkook greeted a lot of people.
“Everyone knows you here” you said
“My best friend owns the club, so do I, but not fully” Jungkook looks down at you
“Jungkook” Jimin shouted
“That is him.” Jungkook smiled and two of them hugged each other
“Who you have here?” Jimin looks at you smiling
“This is Y/N. Y/N this is Jimin”
“Nice to meet you” Jimin smiles and shakes your hand
“I’ll leave you two to have alone time… Enjoy” Jimin pats Jungkooks’ back and walks through the crowd

Jungkook and you sit down. Soon after the drinks come.
People kept greeting Jungkook.
“Fuck off” Jungkook didn’t make any sound and looked at his guard.
“It’s important” they were communicating
“Are you talking to someone?” you laugh a bit
“Sorry, they want to talk to me, but they don’t understand I have a nice lady with me” Jungkook apologizes
“It’s okay, if it’s important. I will wait” you look at his eyes
“Are you sure?”
“Yes” you nod your head
“Hey Ron!” Jungkook waves him to come here
“Stay with her, till I come back” Ron nods his head and sits down next to you

Jungkook walks over to Tommy, who was standing in the corner.
“I have a lady there.” Jungkook said being annoyed
“I know, but it’s important Jungkook” Tommy said as two of them walked

Standing in the corner of crowded room was Charlie again and Alec.
“Jungkook. Charlie has something to say. Come on spill It out” Alec looks at Charlie
“Go on” Jungkook said taking out an cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it up
“There is something…” Charlie said
“Are you gonna take whole damn night? I don’t have fucking time” Jungkook looks down his watch
“I took some money, off the bank account. I just wanted to make my girlfriend happy. And it was tight situation..” Charlie said
Jungkook looks at him and then at two of them.
“Is that it? That is so important?” he raised his eyebrows
“You will just pay every dollar you took. Did you hear me?” Jungkook points at him and inhales
“I thought about suggesting that” Charlie slowly nods his head. Jungkook hands him a cigarette and goes to light it up for Charlie but punches him in the face like Jimin did.
Alec tells Tommy to get some tissues, because he was bleeding out of his nose again.
“Don’t you ever steal our money again you prick” Jungkook whispers to Charlie and start to walk away
“Fucking hell” he hears Charlie said
“Oh what did you say?!” Jungkook turns around, Tommy holds him by his arms
“Let him go” he said
“Get him out right now. I don’t want to see him again. No one is gonna curse in this club” Jungkook and Tommy walk together
“There is something else Jungkook”
“No, I am not dealing with anything else no more. I have a beautiful girl there, I want to have a nice evening. SO leave me out of this. Get Jimin” Jungkook hands the cigarette to Tommy and walks away, towards your table.
Ron stands up and walks away and Jungkook sits down.
“I’m sorry for that… Did I miss anything?”
“No, just me”
“Now that is important” he smiled and took a sip of his drink

You look down.
“Do you like being a gangster?” you look up at him.
Jungkook stares back at you, acting like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.
He slowly shakes his head no
“I am not…A gangster” he said and you smiled looking at him
“I like the money, the luxury… But I am not a gangster” he said
You nod your head.
“Fuck off” you could read from his lips and laugh a bit
“What?” he looks back at you
“I find it funny when you don’t want anyone to interrupt you, so you like fuck off” you laugh and he smiles
“I want this night to be good, great. Just because I am spending it with you” he stared at your eyes.
You smiled a bit and looked down his lips and just lean in. pressing your lips against his. Two of you kissed. And Jimin watched with a smile on his face. He was happy, but didn’t know how will everything work out between you two.

Being with Jungkook was everything you wanted. You didn’t expect him to be such a sweetheart, even if he was bad, you would like it anyway. There was something about him that you just couldn’t let go.

We spent hours on his bed, in his bedroom, laying down. Our lips being connected for hours. His body on mine. He made me feel safe, made me feel good. He was everything I wanted. A lot of me was lost in him. He knew me better than ever. He was there for me.
My mother didn’t like him. Kept saying he is the mistake I made. I don’t feel that way.


Jungkook heard the same stories over and over that your mother was telling you before you leave the house to go with him.
His half smoked cigarette is thrown away each time he waited for you. It’s a waste for a cigarette but you’re more important than that.
“Yup, each time you take my breath away Y/N” Jungkook smiled and took your hand pulling you closer to him.
He leans down kissing your lips, you deepen the kiss and then pull away, smiling.
“Such a tease… Go on get in the car” he laughs shaking his head

Two of you walked down the park. You look up at him, he looks down at you.
“What is it? I bet you have something on your mind” he spoke
“I never thought that I’ll be with a man like you” you look around the park, looking at all the flowers, trees. Everything felt relaxing and you loved it. Loved to be with Jungkook in such moments, places.

Jungkook looked down at you, with a small smile on his lips. He admired how beautiful you look, are.
How he found himself in you. You were like a missing puzzle he couldn’t find. You were a beautiful red rose, who he took care of, so the petals won’t and don’t fall down to the ground.
He kept you growing, helped you finding yourself. Wanted you to know that you matter, that you deserve him. That you believe him in every and each way possible. That you’re safe with him, in his arms, that no one can’t hurt you.
He knew you trusted him. He can’t break it. Doesn’t want to break the trust you have.

Watching you speaking, he couldn’t hear you from all the thoughts that were going through his head.
“Why you looking at me like that?” you smiled
“I love you.” He spoke and two of you stop walking

You kept looking at him, just to process what he said. A smile grew on face.
“I love you too.” You said softly

Cherry blossoms start to fall on two of you and the ground as the wind blows. Both of you smiled looking at each other.
Jungkook reaches to your hair and pulls out one cherry blossom out of your hair.
You step on your toes and kiss him, holding your hands on his chest.

Soon the stone cold winter started to pass and spring was already here.


It’s about to be May soon. Crazy how times fly’s. I am feeling, bit empty. I miss Jungkook. I miss his hugs, kisses, sound of his laugh, his beautiful eyes that would look at me for hours. He got caught up in so work lately that I don’t know if he’s even okay.
I got my driver’s license finally, I waited for it so long. Jungkook bought me a car on my birthday.
White Aston Martin DB9 Carbon… It’s funny how he bought me such an expensive car, he didn’t want me to ask about the price. It was a birthday gift.
I asked him “Do you want to take a drive with me?” and his smile faded from his face. “I can’t” he rubbed back of his neck.
“Oh It’s okay” I just spoke and looked away, looking at the car.
“I can’t today, but some other time” he said and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I thought how is always the same thing. Business. I understand. But when will I matter again like he cares so much about his business shit. I get mad sometimes at him. I don’t answer his calls or text messages.
But he always comes to my place as the situation is like that, because he’s worried. AT least he’s worried.

I wonder does he love me like he used to do? That question will be answered sooner or later.

You decided that night to get dressed up, and go to Jimin’s and Jungkook’s favorite club they own. They spend most of their time in that club. Since Jungkook said he doesn’t have time not even tonight, you just wanted to see what is actually happening.

“Ahh miss Y/N. Good evening” John smiled as he was guarding the pass to the club
“Good evening John. Let me in?” you smiled looking up at him
“Of course. Have a good night” he smiled and let you inside

Most of people working for them two knew you, because of Jungkook.
Everyone greeted you and kept smiling at you.
“Can I get you anything?” Ron walks up to you
“I’m good Ron… Is Jungkook anywhere near?” you look around, but don’t seem to notice him
“Oh yeah, boss is sitting there, near the stage with Jimin” he points
“Thank you” you smiled

As you kept walking towards. Two of them were laughing their asses off. Holding drinks in their hands. By Jungkook’s face you could tell he was drunk. Both of them were.
As you approached them, Jimin noticed you first and stopped to laugh and got serious, Jungkook looked over at Jimin, not getting what’s wrong. He turns his head in direction he’s looking and sees you.
You stop at their desk. Looking at Jungkook.
“Your “I can’t tonight” is this huh?” you laugh and shake your head walking away. Jungkook stood up and followed you, so did Jimin.

“Y/N please stop” he threw his cigarette away.
“No, leave me alone” you said, walking straight
“Y/N fucking stop” he grabs your arm tightly. You look up at him. He let’s slowly let’s go.
“I’m sorry, I don’t want to curse in front of you.”
“You were lying whole damn time!” you push him lightly

Jimin stops near the door and lights up a cigarette, just waiting.

“Y/N I am sorry.”
“You’re even drunk. Is that what you do every night?” you asked
“We got some business that mattered done and we are celebrating” he smiled widely, his eyes being sparkly
“When will I matter like that fucking business?” you asked and Jungkook stared at you, not saying a word.
You slap him across his face and tear up, walking away.

Jimin watched the show, watched you leave. Jungkook turned round and walked towards him.
“Give me that” he spoke and took his cigarette
“Let’s get even fucking drunk” Jungkook added
“I think you shouldn’t let her go away” Jimin points, sliding one of his hands into his pocket
Jungkook looks down, inhales and turns his head, looking at the street where you walked down to.
He nods his head and hands the cigarette to Jimin and starts walking towards you.

You cried, even when you got back home. You threw all your stuff away, sitting down in the living room.
You hear knocks on your front door. You quickly wipe off the tears and walks towards the door, knowing Jungkook will be standing there.
You slowly open the door and look at his eyes.
“I’m sorry Y/N.” he said
“You know couples fight, but they make up, just because love keeps them together” he looks down at you
“Love keeps them strong” he added
“I know I messed up, I was caught up in everything. Jimin now told me you shouldn’t let her go away like that. Kept telling me how beautiful girl you are and that I should go after you. So here I am. I know I made a mistake. I’m sorry” he kept talking and all you could is have a small smile on your face, you thought he really cares. He actually looks like it and his words sound true.
You put your hand on his neck and pull him down towards your face.
“It’s okay” you kiss his lips
“I’m sorry” he said between the kisses
“It’s okay.” You said gain and kissed him more


Yes it was okay. Okay again. But it started to get worse. I knew the answer to my question.
No, he doesn’t love me anymore.
My eyes are tired from crying, my body and mind tired of trying. We fight a lot now. He doesn’t chase after me as he did the first time. Now he gets even more drunk, so he forgets.
In the morning he would visit me and say sorry, I, like a fool would fall for him over and over again and tell him sorry.
You know not every “Sorry” deserves an “It’s okay” in return. I learned that.

I saw this quote the other day. It says:
“ “just tired” she muttered
but you could tell it was not just a lack of sleep, but lack of hope and happiness that made her act the way she did”
I felt connected with it. He was my happiness, my everything. I started not get no sleep because of all the worries and just all the hoping for him to change.

I always thought if the hurt or sadness comes, so will the happiness. I know it will be hard for me to let go. All I ever wanted was him.

He was the shadow to my light. He fade away.

“Hey” he was sitting on the bench in the park. Park where two of you confessed love to each other.
It was a beautiful day. Beautiful day for a walk, for thinking, relaxing.
“Hey” you said and sat next to him.
“You told me you wanted to talk” Jungkook turns his head towards you, observing your face
“You know it’s been rough time. Between us.”
“Oh come on Y/N. We’re just fine”
“Fine you say? What about all the things you’re putting me through? I’d never do this to you.” You look at his eyes
“Y/N..-“ he tries to take your hands in his, but you move it away slowly.
“I’m in pain” you tear up

Jungkook stares at you, and quickly pulls you in a hug. His chin rests on your head. You could smell his perfume he always wears. You’ll miss it.
“I’m sorry.” He spoke softly
“I know you are.” You move away and wipe off the tears
“But I think perhaps we’ll meet again when we’re better for each other” you look at his one last time before leaving
He bit on his lip, holding it between his teeth. Looking down at his hands. You knew he’ll shed a tear. He cares about you.


“It’s okay to still think about him. If he’s still all you can talk about, it’s okay. If you still can’t fall asleep because of the thought of him on your mind, it’s okay. It’s okay, because all of these things will slowly fade. It’s okay, because one day you’ll wake up and realize you’re over him. You won’t forget him, but you will see that being without him will make you a little less sad every day. So don’t give up and believe in yourself, because it will all be okay in the end.”

I smiled and learned that is okay. That truly is okay.
Maybe Jungkook and I just fell in love at the wrong time. Wrong place.
If I could send Jungkook a letter. There would be three words and his favorite line he loved to say.
“Don’t forget me.
Until the flowers bloom again,
please stay there a little longer”

Before I stop writing in this notebook of mine. Where I will let all the memories stay and be.
You need to learn to let go of everything that doesn’t want to stay.

Voltron vines/memes  2

Keith: I think my legs broken!
Lance: Don’t worry I’m a doctor! are you sexually active?
Keith: what does that have to do with my leg!?
Lance: I don’t know I just thought you were cute.

*Keith hunched over in a huge blanket on the kitchen counter*
Kieth: ….
Shiro: what’s wrong did some thing happen?
Keith: it got lose again.
Shiro: … you mean the Roomba? it’s F****** vacuum!
Keith: IT”S ALIVE!

*in battle*
Lance: guys I’m in pursuit of the suspect, she is armed, brown hair, sparking eyes, beautiful smile - overall perfection!

Keith: If you ever see me fighting in the forest with a grizzly bear, help the bear because that B**** could use it!

Shiro: aren’t you a little old for a lemonade stand?
Pidge: aren’t you a little old to be alive?
Shiro: I’ll show you old!

Hunk: I’m not scared of heights okay? I’m scared of bees, I’m scared of snakes, I’m scared that the Nicks might never be good again but I am not scared of heights. 
*10 minutes later 30 feet above ground*

Keith: Sorry I’m late
Shiro: what happened?
Keith: Nothing I just really didn’t wanna come.

Shiro: that awkward moment when you’re scrolling through someone’s Instagram photos and you accidentally comment the entire Declaration Of Independence. 

Lance: you have to like Beyoncé!
Shiro: I don’t have to do anything except pay taxes and die



From Screen to Stage
Project 87

Freddy just wanted to find Mike. Instead, he finds Springtrap and a strange old cartoon…

Ta-da! Here it is, our crossover with Bendy and the Ink Machine! This was inspired by one of our VA’s. He’s got a pretty good Bendy voice, and, well, I had to take advantage of that. And what better way than to combine it with our very own p87lore, hm?
This is heavily headcanon-based, since it was written before Chapter 2′s release, so please forgive anything that doesn’t seem to add up with what we know of the game as of now. It’s also set in the p87lore, so if you’re wondering why Freddy and Springtrap are able to interact together, maybe take a peek at our tag for it ;)

This could be a series if people show they like it enough. If you enjoyed this, please reblog it! If we can get, let’s say, 20 reblogs, we’ll continue.

It’s less than five minutes long, so what are you waiting for? ;) You can also listen on Soundcloud.

Freddy: @alexandervonkoopa
Springtrap: @jacobtheloofah
Bendy: @tablewithamicrophone
Script: @jaybingu
Editing done by alexandervonkoopa

Transcript below the cut:

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poetry-protest-pornography  asked:

I brought you an umbrella and/or the key is under the mat, ship of your choice. (Look, I'm enabling in a totally low-key and pre-approved way!)

Some future Sterek for you, with “the key is under the mat”! (I’m trying to make up for yesterday’s angst fest.)

It comes out of the blue, a text from a number Stiles had never been able to make himself delete from his phone, even though that means it’s probably been transferred through four phones now. He stares at the notification, then blinks and looks again. Derek Hale it still says.

“What?” he says to his otherwise empty living room. “Just… what?”

He swipes to open the text itself. It is, of course, both anti-climactic and short: Stiles?

“I don’t know what else I expected,” he mutters, exasperated, but even he can hear it comes out fond.

It’s been five years, for fuck’s sake. Derek should not get fond, dammit. But he does anyway.

Yeah, it’s me. Same bat channel, he texts back. And then he gets tired of the thought of dealing with what little affect Derek ever had being further flattened by the glorious medium that is texting and just fucking calls him. He’s not having his first conversation with Derek Hale in five years punctuated with emoji.

“Hello?” Derek answers, wary as always.

“The phone won’t actually bite you, Derek, I’m sure we’ve been over this before,” Stiles says, letting his grin bleed into his tone of voice.

“Stiles.” And Stiles could swear he hears Derek relax.

“That’s my name, glad we’ve got that reestablished, buddy. Also, you know, glad to know you’re alive.” Oh. That might have had a little… bite at the end. Whoops.

“I’m sorry…” Derek trails off. “I needed… some time. Away.”

Stiles sighs. “I get that. I really do.” Lower, though there’s really no point, Derek will hear him no matter what, “You honestly have no idea how much.”

Derek makes a noise at that, but Stiles doesn’t want to try to parse it right now. He runs a hand over his face, scrubs it back through his hair, and feels a rush of excitement in the center of his chest again as his mood shifts back and he remembers he’s talking to Derek again. For real this time. Not a dream. (He pinches himself just to be sure.) “Just… you know I was worried about you, right? That people cared after you left?”

“People?” Stiles can practically see the raised eyebrow.

“I feel fairly confident in that use of the plural, but yes, I am the important person in that statement, clearly. I cared. And I’m kinda pissed, not gonna lie, that you didn’t say something earlier, but honestly, I’m over it.” He pauses, miraculously stopping the flood of words, but fuck it, who knows when he’ll hear from Derek next, if ever? “It’s just so good to hear your voice again, I’m pretty sure I’d forgive you anything right now, so if you’ve got any big confessions you’ve been holding back, now’s the time. Be honest. Did you ding the Jeep that one time? I know someone did.”

“Stiles. Shut up.” And okay, that’s definitely fond.

Just to be obnoxious, and reveling in how normal it feels, Stiles stays resolutely silent.

Derek huffs in exasperation when he realizes what Stiles is doing. Stiles grins as he imagines the rolling eyes that must go with it. “So I hear you’re up in Washington now,” he says, finally contributing to the conversation.

“I am,” Stiles confirms. “Tiny town. My own tiny house. I work remote. Danny vouched for me.”

“Could… could I come see you?” Derek asks, weirdly hesitant. Stiles is fairly sure he’s never heard Derek sound that way before. Not to him. He doesn’t like it.

“Yeah, dude, of course! Lemme give you some directions…”

“I kind of already have your address. From Cora.”

Stiles stops fiddling with the pen he’d picked up from the desk and narrows his eyes at the perfectly innocent bird on his deck railing out the window. “Of course you do. Still the same old creeper wolf.”

“I’m also actually already most of the way to Mt. Rainier.”

“That certain of your welcome, were you?”




“I gotta run out for supplies, but the key is under the mat.” He hesitates for maybe half a second before adding, “I can’t wait to see you.”

“Me either, Stiles,” Derek says softly, and then hangs up.

Stiles grins down at his phone, grabs his hoodie, and carefully puts his spare key under the mat before he clatters down the stairs.

No Strings Attached

Originally posted by rideimagines

Originally posted by painfulblisss

Request: Imagine your Bobbys daughter and FWB with Tig.

I kinda went a different direction here, I hope you guys like it.

Smut 💦


You moaned as he rubbed his thumb against your clit.
You stopped your hips from rolling against his, the double sensation becoming too much and you placed your hands on his chest, leaning against him to catch your breath.
“Who said you could stop, baby girl?” He scolded.
“I did,” You panted. “Ya know, since I’m doing most of the work.”
Tig shrugged. “Hey, you’re  the one who wanted to be on top.”
“I like being in charge.” You smirked.
“Is that so?” Tig bucked his hips, pushing his erection further into you and you moaned.
“Mm-hmm.” You moved your hips back and forth, slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of him as he slid inside you.
TIg smirked and grabbed your hips tightly, and you knew you’d have bruises there tomorrow.
You slid your hips back, so only the tip of him rested inside you before you rolled your hips forwards once more and both of you moaned as every inch of him filled you.
“Ohh baby,” Tig moaned. 
“Shut up.” You ordered and slapped his hands away from your hips.
He raised an eyebrow but obeyed.
You grabbed his wrists and held them above his head, pinning them to the bed.
He licked his lips and breathed in your scent and you rolled your hips slowly against him once more before letting go of his wrists.
He didn’t try to move them and you sat straight, a soft moan escaping your lips at the change of position .
Tig eyed your bare chest hungrily, admiring the soft curves of your breasts and the small bite marks already bruising across them.
You leant back and placed your hands on his thighs before pulling your legs forward so you were squatting on top of him.
He growled in approval and you smirked as you pushed yourself up.
You hovered your body over his, teasing him with just his tip inside you.
His eyes were glued to your core, seeing your folds wrapped around the tip of his cock, dripping wiht your juices was driving him wild and if you didn’t start fucking him soon he was gonna have to take control.
Suddenly you slammed your body down, taking all of him inside you in one abrupt movement.
“Oh god baby,” Tig groaned, fighting hard not to move his hands.
You grinned and lifted your body up and down. Each movement brought you closer to the edge.
Tig could tell you were close and he couldn’t resist any longer.
He licked his thumb before pressing it against your clit and rubbing circles.
“Fuck, Tig!”
Your walls began to tighten around him and you were overcome with pleasure.
“Good girl, baby.”
You dropped to your elbows, either side of him as your body trembled around him, both of you moaning through your orgasms as he found his release.
Tig wrapped his arms around you, holding you to his chest as you both caught your breath.
After a few minutes you rolled off him and lay beside him, a thin layer of sweat coating both of your bodies.
You laid like that for a few minutes before you swung your legs off the bed and stood, shaking out your arms as you did.
“Well, that really was as fun as I remembered.” You walked around the room, picking up your scattered clothing.
“Im surprised you remember last time.” Tig laughed. “You were wasted, doll.”
You turned towards him and put your hands on your hips, a mock stern expression on your face.
“You takin advantage of drunk girls, Tiggy?”
“Please, if anything you took advantage of me.”
“Yeah, who could resist, huh?”
“I cant help that I was blessed with good looks, (y/n).”
You laughed and walked around the bed.
“I know, Tiggy. I know.” You leant down and kissed his lips before heading for the shower.
With your back turned, you didn’t notice the strange expression on his face.
When you returned to the room he was still in the same position; lying naked on the bed, a sheet draped loosely over him and a joint between his fingers.
You quickly dried off and pulled on your clothes, Tig watching you thoughtfully.
“You leaving?”
“Yeah,” You fished your shoes out from under the bed and tugged them on. “Dad wants to take me out for breakfast so I gotta get home before he gets there.”
“Why don’t you just go grab him, he’s in his dorm.”
“What?!” You turned to Tig.
“He crashed out last night.” He shrugged. “Old man cant handle his booze these days.”
Your eyes widened in disbelief.
“Jesus Christ, Tig! Why didn’t you say anything?!”
“Really, doll? You think your dads gonna recognise the sound of your moans?”
You swore steam was coming out of your ears and you were about to argue when he cracked a smile.
“Im just kidding baby. He went home last night.”
“I swear to God, Trager I am gonna kill you one of these days.” You fumed.
Tig frowned, still as casual as ever. “Then who are you gonna fuck?”
You laughed. “Thankfully theres plenty more dick in the world.”
Tig clutched his hand to his heart with mock hurt and you laughed again more leaning over him and pecking his lips.
“I’ll see you later?”
“I’ll be here.”
Tig watched you leave, checking the hallway was empty before sliding out of the room.

Tig laid there for several more moments before it became too cold to tolerate, and the joint in his hand was almost burnt out.
Goosebumps waved over his skin as a cool breeze wafted over his sweat covered body and he forced himself off the soft bed sheets.
He stubbed the remains of his joint out in the ashtray on his bedside table and headed for the shower.
Standing under the shower head, Tig let the steaming hot water wash away the scent of you. He closed his eyes and stepped under the stream. And as the water splashed his face and  flowed down his skin he thought back to the day you had come into his life.


The door had slammed and Tig had turned towards the door, only to see her marching into the room.
“Is my dad here?”
It was only Juice and himself in the room and Juice had turned his head to the side, a blank look on his face.
“He could be.” Tig said.
“I could be your daddy.” He licked his lips.
She raised her eyebrows and stared at him for a moment before turning to Juice.
“Is this guy serious?”
Juice had nodded. “Sadly, yeah.” He smiled apologetically.
She turned back to Tig and sighed.
“Is Bobby here?”
“Wait Bobbys your dad?” Juice had interrupted.
“(Y/n)? Long time no see!” Clays voice boomed through the room and you all turned to look at him.
She smiled at the familiar face and walked towards the President.
“Hey Clay, is dad here?”
“Hes in his dorm, sweetheart.”
She thanked him before heading down the hallway he had pointed to.
Tig and Juice were standing there, staring at Clay with confused looks on their faces.
“Dont even think about it.” Clay had warned before walking past them and heading into Chapel.

Tig had been very interesed in her sudden arrival and had finally learnt (thanks to Gemma) that she was, in fact, Bobbys daughter from a one night stand many years ago. Her mother had kept her a secret from her father for years before finally allowing them to meet once she was a teenager.
She had accepted the fact that her father hadn’t known of her existence and they had slowly built a relationship, despite her living out of town.
It was still unclear as to why she was in town, and Tig was interested in finding out. Or rather, he was interested in her.
She had spent the day with her father, but now the sun had set and she was still here, drinking at the bar with Juice, while Bobby talked club business with Clay.
Tig sauntered across the room and leant against the bar.
“Sorry about earlier, doll. I didn’t know who you were.”
She looked at him and smiled. “And who are you?”
“The man of your dreams.”Tig said.
Both her and Juice groaned, before she laughed loudly.
“Im Tig.”
“NIce to meet you, Tig. (y/n).”
She introduced herself with such charm, but it had been the mischievous glint in her eyes that had made Tigs interest peak.
Juice could sense it and he shook his head before standing. “Ill leave you to it. Nice to meet you, (y/n).”
She had waved goodbye to Juice and Tig had stepped around her and slid onto the barstool where Juice had sat.
“You look like someone who needs something a little more fun than..” He picked up her glass and tasted the drink. “Ugh what is this?”
He reached behind the bar and poured himself a shot.
“What makes you think I need more fun in my life?” She asked.
“Drinkin all alone on a friday night. All dressed up with no where to go.”
“I wasn’t alone, Juice was h-“
Tig raised a finger, hushing her.
“Shh shh Its okay, doll. Tiggy’s here now.”
She had raised her eyebrows but then she had laughed before she downed the rest of her drink.
“Well, Tiggy. I may be all dressed up but I got somewhere to go.”
“Oh and wheres that?”
She had smiled playfully before she had grabbed his shot glass and downed that too.
“Away from you.”
She placed the glass back on the bar and walked away.
Tig might have thought she wasn’t interested, had he not kept his eyes on her.
But luckily for him his eyes had followed you across the room, and he definitely did not miss the playful smile and the wink you threw him on the way.


Tig stepped out of the shower and dried himself before heading back into the room and climbing back into the bed. It was probably for the best that you had left, he thought.
He wasn’t used to sharing the bed anyway.
At least that was the excuse he gave himself as he drifted back to sleep.


Tig answered the door to find you leaning against the wall opposite his dorm room.
“Hey you.” You smiled seductively.
Tig smirked and stepped aside, allowing you to enter the room.
“Four nights in a row, huh?”
You rolled your eyes and walked past him into the room.
“Dont flatter yourself, Trager. Charming’s a boring town.”
Tig smirked and closed the door behind you.
“Thought you’d be watching Elvis performing at the Boulevard tonight.”
“Please, like I wanna see my dad in those outfits.” You sat on the bed and peeled off your shirt, exposing your bra. “Can we not talk about my dad?”
Tig chuckled and walked to stand in front of you.
He leant downed kissed your lips. “How bout we don’t talk at all?”
You reached for his shirt and pulled him down again. “I like the way you think.”
You kissed him hungrily and he reached down and lifted your legs, pushing you further up the bed and he hovered over you.
His hands moved up your thighs, caressing the soft curve of your ass cheeks. His lips stayed on yours, his tongue exploring his mouth but the usual hunger was lacking.
He kissed you slowly and deeply and pushed himself against your core.
You moaned and he pulled his lips away and kissed down your neck.
This time though, he didn’t bite you. He kissed you softly and sucked gently at your skin.
You bucked your hips, desperate for friction.
“Come on, Trager. I didn’t come here so you could make me come with kisses.” You whined, pushing yourself up to rub against his crotch.
“Patience, baby girl.” Tig hushed and kissed along your neck once more.
You wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed, rolling the both of you till you sat in his lap and he was lying against the bed.
“Fuck your patience.” You kissed him hungrily and reached behind you to unclip your bra.
His hands roamed over your skin, holding your body close to his.
You pulled away from him and sat straight, unbuttoning his shirt with hurried fingers.
Tig lifted his hands to caress your breasts and you met his eye.
The gaze that met yours frightened you. You’d seen it before, only a couple of times but you knew what it was. It wasn’t a hunger, it wasn’t desire. it wasn’t just lust, there was a longing.. possibly even love?
You pushed the thought to the back of your mind and kissed him again. He rolled you over so he lay on top and this time you didn’t resist.
His hands moved to your jeans and he tugged them down your thighs, leaving only your panties.
Tig kissed you, with more passion than you had expected. It had been a long time since you’d felt such passion in a kiss and when he pulled his lips away to catch his breath he stayed close. His breath was on your lips and he rubbed his nose wth yours gently. You opened your eyes to meet those piercing blue eyes and you saw that same longing look once more.
You were quick to bring his lips to yours again and you pushed your tongue into his mouth. Your hands ran down his body and unbuckled his belt and his hand left your body long enough to push his jeans and his boxers down.
He Tugged your panties to the side and ran his thumb through your slick folds before lining himself up at your entrance.
He met your gaze as he pushed into you,causing you to gasp and when you saw that same look in his eyes you clutched yours shut.
Tig always felt so good inside you, stretching yu and pushing into you over and over.
The room was filled with the sound of his skin slapping against yours and your moans and it wast long before waves of pleasure were rolling over you.
Yet every time you looked into those blue eyes as he pounded into you that same look was there, that same yearning. Like he was searching the very edges of your soul for some kind of connection.
The more you saw it, and he more you thought about it, the more uncomfortable it made you feel.
Until he pounded into you harder and your orgasm drove all those thoughts from your mind.

Tig brought the joint to his lips and watched you from his spot on the bed as you got dressed,
Like usual, you were quick to leave after your encounters. Normally that wouldn’t bother Tig, but with you he wouldn’t mind if you stayed, maybe just a little while longer.
“You going to Gems dinner tonight?”
You turned to look at Tig as you pulled your shirt over your head.
“Yeah, told her Id be there.”
“You can ride with me, I’ll pick you up.”
You raised your eyebrows. “And whats my dad gonna say when I turn up riding bitch with you?”
“Oh he wont be there.” He took a drag of his joint. “Clays sending him and Hap up to Tacoma to sort some business.”
“Oh,” You frowned. He hadn’t mentioned it to you yet. “I dunno, we should probably take seperate rides.”
Tig nodded. “Well maybe you could stay here after, since Bobbys gonna be outta town.”
You stopped what you were doing and sighed before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“You know Im leaving soon, right?”
“Right, in a month or so.”
“No, Tiggy. Im leaving at the end if the week. Im going back home.”
Tigs heart sank and he took a long drag of the joint before stubbing it out in the ashtray.
“Guess we better make the most if our time then, huh doll?”
“I don’t think thats such a good idea.” You smiled sadly and looked down at your hands. “Maybe it’ll be best if we just stay friends- without the benefits.”
Tig frowned. “I thought were having fun.”
You stood and leant over him. “We were.”
You pressed your lips to his, kissing him deeply. You could taste him on your tongue and when you pulled away you stroked his cheek gently.
And just like that you turned and grabbed your bag before heading out of the room, without another glance.
The moment your lis had pressed against his Tig knew it was over. It wasn’t a ‘see you later’ kiss. It wasn’t a ‘thanks for the sex’ kiss. it wasn’t a ‘maybe one last time’ kiss.
It was a Goodbye kiss.
Tig sighed and rolled over, the memories of you beneath him taunting him, knowing he’d never see you like that again and the taste of your Goodbye still lingering on his lips.


@i-want-to-be-watered-by-roger @danleto97

I will always forgive you (Peter Parker x Reader) (Part II)

Part 1:

Request: Omg!! Van you do a Part 2 Of the Imagine where Peter and reader break up please I’m in love 😍😍 // I NEED A PART TWO TO “STOP CALLING ME” PLEASE AND THANK YOU // Good job on Stop Calling Me, In the future, would you possibly try to make a part two of it? I’m just curious

A/N: I really like the way this turned out, and that makes me happy, since I had been kind of off for the last two days, not liking what I was writing! Hope you like this one as well!

It had been two weeks since your fight with Peter, and you had been trying your best to avoid him, which hadn’t gone so well, seeing he took every chance he got in school to try to talk to you. You were not mad anymore -just sad and lonely. You had friends at school, but the person you had always relied on was Peter, and now he was gone. He was gone and even if he had hurt you, all you wanted to do was crawl back into his arms. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t, because he would hurt you again, and you wouldn’t be able to take it this time.
Sitting on your table and doing your homework, you had your music at full volume, something you could only do when your parents weren’t home. You were softly singing the lyrics, trying not to focus on how much they related to you. Why are all the songs about heartbreaks?, you thought, skipping to the next song. Deciding you were uncomfortable in your normal clothes, you decided to put on your pajamas and order some pizza.
Thirty minutes later, you were laying on the couch, watching Friends and texting some of your friends. When you heard a knock on the door, your got up from the couch, took some money from the counter and opened the door, assuming it would be the pizza guy. When you saw the shoes you had bought half a year ago, you went to close the door, but couldn’t, since a hand stopped you from doing so. Taking in a deep breath, you looked up, finding Peter’s tired eyes looking directly at yours.
Please’ he said, ‘let me in for five minutes, and if I don’t convince you to forgive me, I’ll be out of your life forever’.
You didn’t know what to do -let him in and risk getting hurt again, but also having the chance of being happy, or just make him leave and not risk getting hurt at all, but loose him for good?
Before you could even comprehend what was going on, you had already let him in, looking at the ground. You wanted to be mad -you needed to be mad if you didn’t want to fall under his spell and forgive him no matter what he said; but you couldn’t bring yourself to it. He was your Peter, and you knew he always meant well.
‘Go on’ you whispered, hugging yourself trying to, somehow, feel protected.
‘I don’t even know how to start. I had this huge monologue ready, and now I can’t even remember how it started, so I’m just gonna improvise. I’m sorry, okay? I know I am the most enormous jerk you have possibly ever met, and that you don’t deserve to have me treating you badly. I know that you deserve way better -heck, I can’t understand how you even agreed to go on a date with me when I first asked you. You are so beautiful. It always makes me smile to see you laugh, or to see you smile even. I had never felt this way for anyone, and I don’t think I ever will again. You are my lover and my best friend. Well, you were. I just -I want to always hold you close and protect you from everything that happens in the world, to be your shield. I want to be there when you need me and when you don’t -just be close to you no matter the situation. And, somehow, I always manage to fuck it up and break your heart when you don’t do anything wrong. I always manage to fuck it up and have you be mad at me; and I know I deserve it -I know I deserve to have you hate me, to have you want me far from you, but it hurts. It hurts so fucking much. I don’t even want to think about how much it must hurt you, because I looked for it -I looked for the pain, but you didn’t. You were only amazing and perfect, and I managed to fuck up everything we had. I’m so sorry. I don’t expect you to forgive me and go back to normal -I understand that. But I do hope that you agree to at least think about it -think about forgiving me at some point in the future. Even if you only want to be friends -it will hurt, but it will be better than nothing. Please. I’m sorry that I’m such I mess. And I promise-no, I swear, that I will never hurt your again, no matter how difficult times get. I swear that I will be there if you need me, and that you will always be my first priority. And I swear that I won’t fuck up ever again. But plea-‘ you cut him off by kissing him hardly, tears in your eyes, and wrapping your arms around his neck. Oh God, how much you had missed him.
He automatically put his hands on your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space between you, and kissed you back, smiling into the kiss.
You both jumped as you heard the doorbell, and pulling apart slowly, you smiled and said, ‘I forgive you, Pete. I will always forgive you’, and opened the door to finally see the pizza guy.
Two hours later, you were both asleep on the couch, legs entwined and the pizza box on the table. When your parents arrived, they saw you two and smiled, thinking that their little girl was finally happy again.

OTP Prompts #5

Theme: Protective

(Requested by Anonymous)


A: “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

B: “I’m fine, relax! Geez, you’re almost worse than my mother.”


A: “Easy, take a deep breath. I’m here–you’re safe now.”

B: “I don’t know what I’d do without you sometimes.”


B: “Why the hell did you attack that guy?!”

A: “He was trying to slip something into your drink–you can thank me later.”


A: “What’s wrong?”

B: “C just . . . they got angry and they lashed out. It was my fault, really.”

A: “Where are they? I’m going to kill them!”


B: “Why are you here?”

A: “I made you a promise, didn’t I? As long as I’m around, nothing bad is ever going to happen to you.”


B: “I’m glad to have you looking out for me–don’t get me wrong. But, like, maybe back off a little?”

A: “And risk you getting hurt? No way.”

B: “How am I gonna get hurt trying to flirt with the bartender?!”

A: “I don’t know–poison? . . . It doesn’t matter, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

B: “… You’re such a drama queen, you know that?”


A: “Watch it! You could hurt yourself!”

B: “Relax–I’m fine, see? . . . Ow–shit!”

A: “What was I just telling you?!”


B: “Listen here, pal–you don’t come anywhere near A ever again, you hear me? Don’t even think about them.”

C: “Alright–alright! I get it! Now can you please get your gun out of my face?!”


B: “I’m just so scared all the time, I don’t know what to do.”

A: “Hey–it’s gonna be okay. As long as I’m around I won’t let anything hurt you.”


A: “If you didn’t have me looking out for you, you’d probably be dead by now.”

B: “That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?”

A: “How many times have I saved your ass? You really believe you would have survived all of that without me?”

B: “… I mean, I guess you’re right. But you don’t have to be so smug about it!”

when you realize Teen Wolf is finally ending and that you’re never going to see the cast together in the same way ever again


’ Lose an hour, gain an hour. ’
’ This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time. ’
’ Do you hear me now? ’
’ Okay, I got it. Shit, I lost it. ’
’ Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns. ’
’ Guys, what would you wish you’d done before you died? ’
’ What are you doing? ’
’ Fight Club was the beginning. ’
’ Turn the wheel now, come on! ’
’ You have to know the answer to this question! ’
’ If you died right now, how would you feel about your life? ’
’ I wouldn’t feel anything good about my life, is that what you want to hear me say? ’
’ Now, a question of etiquette - as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch? ’
’ I didn’t create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. ’
’ Hey, you created me. ’
’  Take some responsibility! ’
’ This is it - ground zero. ’
’ Would you like to say a few words to mark the occasion? ’
’ People are always asking me if I know, _______. ’
’ With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels. ’
’ I can’t think of anything. ’
’ I wonder how clean that gun is. ’
’ Ah… flashback humor. ’
’ This is crazy… ’
’ People do it everyday, they talk to themselves… ’
’ Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! ’
’ Listen, you can run water over your hand and make it worse… ’
’ Look at me… or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn. ’
’ First you have to give up, first you have to know… not fear… ’
’ Candy-stripe a cancer ward. It’s not my problem. ’
’ You know why they put oxygen masks on planes? ’
’ In a catastrophic emergency, you’re taking giant panicked breaths. ’
’ That’s, um… That’s an interesting theory. ’
‘ I’ve got a stomachful of Xanax. ’
’ I took what was left of a bottle. It might have been too much. ’
’ Your whacked out bald freaks hit me with a fucking broom! ’
’ It’s getting exciting now, two and one-half. ’
’ I ask you for one thing, one simple thing. ’
’ Now answer me, why do people think that I’m you. ’
’ Why do people think that I’m you? Answer me! ’
’ Why would anyone possibly confuse you with me? ’
’ My God. I haven’t been fucked like that since grade school. ’
’ I am Jack’s smirking revenge. ’
’ Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. ’
’ I see all this potential, and I see squandering. ’
’ All the ways you wish you could be, that’s me. ’
’ I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck. ’
’ I am free in all the ways that you are not. ’
’ They’re gonna have to open my pecs again to drain the fluid. ’
’ It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything. ’
’ What’s the smell? ’
’ Is that your blood? ’
’ Oh, it’s late. Hey, thanks for the beer. ’
’ I should find a hotel. ’
’ Three pitchers of beer, and you still can’t ask. ’
’ You call me because you need a place to stay. ’
’ Yes, you did. So just ask. Cut the foreplay and just ask. ’
’ Would - would that be a problem? ’
’ Can I stay at your place? ’
’ Is it a problem for you to ask? ’
’ You’ll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. ’
’ I felt like destroying something beautiful. ’
’ You’re not how much money you have in the bank. ’
’ You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. ’
’ You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. ’
’ When you have insomnia, you’re never really asleep… ’
’ Listen up, maggots. You are not special. ’
’ You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. ’
’ You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else. ’
’ On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero. ’
’ The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. ’
’ Man, you’ve got some fucked up friends, I’m tellin’ ya. ’
’ The things you own end up owning you. ’
’ Well, what do you want me to do? You just want me to hit you? ’
’ C'mon, do me this one favor. ’
’ How much can you know about yourself, you’ve never been in a fight? ’
’ I don’t wanna die without any scars. ’
’ So come on; hit me before I lose my nerve. ’
’ Who gives a shit? No one’s watching. What do you care? ’
’ Whoa, wait, this is crazy. You want me to hit you? ’
’ Motherfucker! You hit me in the ear! ’
’ Strangers with this kind of honesty make me go a big rubbery one. ’
’ God Damn! We just had a near-life experience, fellas. ’
’ Like a monkey, ready to be shot into space. Space monkey!  ’
’ Ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good. ’
’ Are there a lot of these kinds of accidents? ’
’ One could make all kinds of explosives, using simple household items. ’
’ How’s that working out for you? ’
’ You have a kind of sick desperation in your laugh. ’
’ This is not the worst thing that can happen. ’
’ There are things about you that I like. ’
’ Yeah, you’re sorry, I’m sorry, everybody’s sorry. ’
’  I can’t do this anymore. I can’t. And I won’t. I’m gone. ’
’ You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re… spectacular in bed… But you’re intolerable! ’
’ You have very serious emotional problems. ’
’ Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken. ’
’ You’re not getting this back. I consider it asshole tax. ’
’ Why? So you can pretend like you’re interested? ’
’ Do not watch. I cannot go when you watch. ’
’ I’ve got some good news: I no longer have any fear of death. ’
’ I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. ’
’ After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down. ’
’ Well, technically, I have more of a right to be there than you. ’
’ It’s cheaper than a movie, and there’s free coffee. ’
’ Look, nobody takes this more seriously than me. ’
’ You need to forget about what you know, that’s your problem. ’
’ You met me at a very strange time in my life. ’
’ Life insurance pays off triple if you die on a business trip. ’
’ Yes, these are bruises from fighting. ’
’ I got this dress at a thrift store for one dollar. ’
’ Someone loved it intensely for one day, and then tossed it. ’
’ The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide. ’
’ You don’t know where I’ve been. ’
’ You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. ’
’ Would you excuse me? I need to take this. ’
’ Uh, well… You’re not gonna believe this… ’
’ I know it seems like I have more than one side sometimes… ’
’ I’ll carry you - kicking and screaming - and in the end you’ll thank me. ’
’ Every evening I died, and every evening I was born again, resurrected. ’
’ When people think you’re dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just… waiting for their turn to speak. ’
My ‘’Auf  Wiedersehen , Sweetheart’’ playlist.

Vera Lynn - Auf Wiedersehen, sweetheart.  We’ll kiss again, like this again, don’t let the teardrops start. With love that’s true, I’ll wait for you.
Auf wiedersehen, sweetheart.

Five for Fighting - Heaven knows.  Tell me where the good men go before I wash away. Walk me down the old brick road so I can die where I met you. Hold me like we’re going home, turn your tears to rain .Bury me beautiful. Heaven knows how I loved you.

Jo Stafford - You Belong To Me.   I’ll be so alone without you, maybe you’ll be lonesome too, and blue. Fly the ocean in a silver plane just remember till you’re home again, you belong to me.

Radical Face - Welcome Home.  I’ve come home, all my nightmares escaped my head bar the door, please don’t let them in.You were never supposed to leave, welcome home.

Ed Sheeran - Photograph.   We keep this love in a photograph, we made these memories for ourselves. Where our eyes are never closing, hearts are never broken. You can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans holding me closer ‘til our eyes meet. You won’t ever be alone, wait for me to come home.

Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong: Dream A Little Dream Of Mesay “nighty-night” and kiss me, just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me. While i’m alone and blue as can be dream a little dream of me.  

Ed Sheeran - Kiss Me.    My heart’s against your chest, your lips pressed in my neck. I’m falling for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet. And with this feeling I’ll forget, I’m in love now.

Bella Ciao.  Una mattina mi sono svegliato, o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao! Una mattina mi sono svegliato, e ho trovato l'invasor.              O partigiano, portami via,o bella, ciao! bella, ciao! bella, ciao, ciao, ciao! O partigiano, portami via, ché mi sento di morir.   

Luciano Pavarotti - La Dona È Mobile (Verdi).  La donna è mobile, qual piuma al vento, muta d'accento e di pensiero. 

Skylar Grey - Coming Home.   I’m coming home, I’m coming home. Tell the world I’m coming home. Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday.

Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars.  If I lay here, if I just lay here. Would you lie with me and just forget the world? 

Christina Perri - Arms I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart, but you came around and you knocked me off the ground from the start. You put your arms around me and I’m home.  

The Ink Spots - Maybe.   Maybe you’ll think of me when you are all alone. Maybe you’ll sit and sigh wishing that I were near, then. Maybe you’ll ask me to come back again and maybe I’ll say maybe.

The Common Linnets - Calm After The Storm. I’m thinking about you here in the calm after the storm. Tears on the highway, water in my eyes.
This rain ain’t gonna change us, so what’s the use to cry?

Sam Smith - Stay With Me. Why am I so emotional? No it’s not a good look, gain some self control. And deep down I know this never works, but you can lay with me so it doesn’t hurt.Oh, won’t you stay with me? 'Cause you’re all I need.

Seafret - Wildfire.   We are bound to each other’s hearts, cold, torn, and pulled apart. This love, is like wildfire, and to my word now I’ll be true,
I can’t stop this breaking loose. This love, is like wildfire, like wildfire. 

Meghan Trainor - Like I’m Gonna Lose You ft. John Legend.  No, we’re not promised tomorrow, so I’m gonna love you like I’m gonna lose you.
I’m gonna hold you like I’m saying goodbye. Wherever we’re standing
I won’t take you for granted 'cause we’ll never know when we’ll run out of time.

Snow Patrol -  The Lightning Strike (What If This Storm Ends?)What if this storm ends? And I don’t see you as you are now ever again. The perfect halo of gold hair and lightning. What if this storm ends? And leaves us nothing except a memory, a distant echo.I want to see you as you are now every single day that I am living.

Sleeping At Last - I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)When I wake up, well I know I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you. And when I come home, yeah I know I’m gonna be the man who’s coming home to you.
And when I’m dreamin’, well I know I’m gonna dream, I’m gonna dream about the time when I’m with you. And if I grow old, well I know I’m gonna be the man who’s growing old with you.

Kaye Ballard - In Other words.   Fill my heart with song and let me sing for ever more. You are all I long for, all I worship and adore. In other words, please be true. In other words, I love you.

Muse - Resistance. Use our secret safe tonight and are we out of sight.
Will our world come tumbling down , will they find our hiding place.
Is this our last embrace? Oh will the world stop caving in. Love is our resistance.

Five For Fighting - Road To You.  I hear a song on the radio and it sounds like something I miss. But, I don’t need those old melodies with you on my lips. There’s not one thing I would change or undo, cause all my life’s been a road to you.

Judy Garland - Over The Rainbow.  Somewhere over the rainbow way up high, there’s a land that i heard of once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true. Someday i’ll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.

Vera Lynn - I’ll Be with You in Apple Blossom Time.  I’m writing you, my dear, just to tell you,in September, you remember 'neath the old apple tree you whispered to me, when it blossomed again, you’d be mine. I’ll be with you in apple blossom time.              

The End of All Things Part 2 | Baron Corbin

Title: The End of All Things, Part 2

Pairing: Baron Corbin/Reader, Past Roman Reigns/Reader

Summary: “Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve snapped his fuckin’ fingers for touching you. I would’ve caved his fuckin’ face in!”

Word Count: 2,326

Warning: Some physical and verbal abuse, also some stalker-like behavior laced with some threatening 

A/N: I’m tired and half in the bottle, it’s 3:30am and this shit isn’t proof read lolol. I’ll do better next week my beautiful friends and followers! P.S. There will be a third part to this, bless up.

Tagging: @rebelfleur22 and @florenceivy (I wanna apologize to you, hun. I had you written down for Baron and not Finn tags, but I have you written down for both now so I remember!)

(Part 1)

Originally posted by moonchildcorbin

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Pairing: Kihyun x Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Warning(s): swearing
Word count: 1.3k


“God you’re so fucking annoying! Why can’t you just leave me the fuck alone?!” Kihyun, my boyfriend, says, his voice raising gradually.

I knew from the minute he walked through the door he had a bad day at practice. Trying to be a good girlfriend I asked him what was wrong only to be given the cold shoulder.

I kept asking him what was wrong because I knew he usually felt better after telling me what was wrong. But today was different, instead of opening up about what was wrong he ended up blowing up on me.

“I just wanted to know what was wrong. Why can’t you just tell me what’s wrong?” I ask gently, trying not to let his words affect me too much.

“You wanna know what’s wrong?! You! You and your fucking clinginess! God I come home slightly upset and you’re all in my business, just leave me the fuck alone for once” he yells before turning on his heel, heading upstairs and closing the bedroom with a loud slam.

I stand there, his words running through my head.

He thinks I’m clingy? He finds me annoying? Fine, if it’s space he wants I’ll fucking give him that.

I quickly grab my keys, purse, and phone before running out the door. I hop in my car, start the engine, and pull out of the driveway.

I start driving with no particular destination in mind. While I try to get his venomous words out of my mind, I start thinking about if he meant what he said. My thoughts distract me from driving and, without realizing it, I start veering into the on coming traffic of the other lane.

*Kihyun’s POV*

God why did I say those things? I’m a shit boyfriend, she just wanted to know what was wrong. Should I call her? No she probably needs time to herself.  Fuck, if I could take back what I said I would.

Thoughts swarm around in my head, wondering if she’s okay.

What if something happens to her? It’ll be all my fault… I don’t know how I’d be able to live if something were to happen.

I’m lost in my thoughts when my phone ringing pulls me out of it. I pick up my phone to see (Y/N)’s name on the screen.

“Hello?” I ask, sitting up from my laying position.

“Is this Kihyun?” An unfamiliar voice asks.

“Yes, this is he, who is this? Why do you have my girlfriends phone?” I ask, worry spreading throughout my body.

“I’m afraid your girlfriend’s been in an accident. I saw the crash and called an ambulance” the still unknown lady says.

My heart stops upon hearing this.

She got into an accident? Fuck it’s all my fault, if I would’ve just opened up about what was bothering me this wouldn’t be happening.

“Sir?” The lady asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Where are you right now?” I ask, frantically.

“Asan Medical Center-” she says but I stop paying attention to what she’s saying as I rush downstairs and put my shoes on.

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes” I say, hanging up before grabbing my keys and running out the front door.

I open the car door, quickly climbing in, before buckling up and putting the key in the ignition. I turn the key, starting the car, and pull out of the driveway.

On the way to the hospital I drive as fast as possible, while still making sure not to speed too much. My mind wanders to the fight that lead to my girlfriend being in the hospital.

If I could only take back everything I said.

After what feels like forever, while only being 15 minutes, I pull into the parking lot of the hospital. I quickly turn the car off, unbuckle, throw the door open, and hop out of the car.

I rush into the building, looking around, when a lady about 5'2" approaches me.

“Are you Kihyun?” She asks me.

“I am, where is my girlfriend?” I ask, trying to stay calm but my voice gives away how frantic I am.

“Follow me” is all the lady says before turning on her heal.

All the way to the hospital room my heart starts beating harder, thoughts whirling around in my head.

She’s gonna be okay right? If she dies, it’ll be all my fault. I’ll never get to apologize. I’ll never get to see her, her smile, her beautiful hair, her beautiful everything, ever again. I’ll never get to hear her laugh at my lame jokes, her beautiful singing voice, just her sweet voice in general if she ends up dying.

Before I know it we’re outside of her hospital room.

“Oh before I forget, here’s her phone” the lady says, handing me (Y/N)’s phone.

“Thank you, for everything. God I feel like such an asshole” I say, running my hands over my face after putting the phone in my pocket.

Instead of saying anything, the lady just pats my arm before turning and leaving.

I gently open the door to her room, stepping in, before quietly closing it behind me. I look at her unconscious, bandaged body, feeling my heart sink more and more.

This is all my fault. If I wouldn’t have snapped at her she would be fine. She wouldn’t be laying here in this hospital bed.

I sit down in the chair sitting right by her bed, gently grasping her hand as tears start flowing down my face. I look down at my lap, not being able handle looking at her in this condition.

I sit there, crying for what feels like years, when I feel myself start to slowly drift off.

*Readers POV*

I open my eyes, only to close them again when I’m blinded by bright lights. I move slightly, causing a sharp pain to run through my whole body. I feel a hand grasping mine and slowly look over to see Kihyun sitting by the hospital bed I’m laying in.

He’s here? Even after saying I’m annoying he still came when I got hurt?

I gently squeeze his hand, not expecting anything to happen, but to my surprise he starts stirring. He slowly opens his eyes but quickly sits up straight when he realizes I’m awake.

“(Y/N)? I’m so sorry for snapping at you how I did. If I would’ve just opened up you would be okay and not in this hospital bed. This is all my fault, I’m sorry for calling you clinging and being an overall asshole” he says, loud sobs escaping his lips with each word.

“Ki, it’s not your fault. I should’ve given you some space. You aren’t an asshole, everyone snaps from time to time. I also know in the heat of the moment people say things they don’t mean. None of this is your fault so stopping blaming yourself and give me a kiss already you dummy” I say, smiling gently at him.

He cups my cheeks and places his lips on mine. I wipe away the tears left on his cheeks, his lips tasting salty because of his tears.

“I love you (Y/N)” he whispers against my lips.

“I love you too Ki” I say, smiling before pecking his lips again.

-3 weeks later-

*Kihyun’s POV*

I watch (Y/N) play with the dogs in the park, smiling at how happy she looks. Thankfully her injuries weren’t anything too serious, though there are some bandages still left from the worst of her injuries.

She catches me staring at her and makes her way back over to the bench I’m sitting on.

“Whatcha thinking about?” She asks in a slightly teasing tone.

“Just about how much I love you” I say, brushing strands of hair away from her face.

She blushes, giggling softly. I grab her fave gently and press my lips lightly yet passionately to hers.

“I love you” I say, pulling away slightly to look into her eyes.

“I love you too” she whispers against my lips.

Gajevy Week Entry #1

Prompt Day 1: Sexting/Selfie


I hope you enjoy. This is the first smut I’ve ever written so I really hope it goes and you all like it! Yay for Gajevy!

It started out like any other day, except that for some reason, Levy was feeling really good about herself from the moment she woke up.

That should have been a sign.

It wasn’t that she didn’t deserve to feel good about herself; she enjoyed and reveled in the feeling. It was just that she got a little overconfident.

It was one of those days that her hair did everything right. Her skin was clear and smooth. Her smile wasn’t forced. Her eyes sparkled. She felt pretty. She was pretty. It was such a freeing feeling, and it didn’t come along all that often.

So of course, she had to take a selfie.

And that’s when things got a little out of hand.

The clothes started to come off as she felt a little bit more daring. And in front of her mirror, she posed for the camera in her lacy underwear (that she never wore) and started feeling really sexy.

One photo in particular – it wasn’t in front of the mirror, it was taken from above while she looked flirtatiously up at the camera, biting her lip, and had her free hand running down her bare stomach – was her favorite. She actually managed to look sexy. And that was totally not her style. Her breasts were small, but this bra pushed them up and gave her some cleavage, and that totally added to the appeal of the image.

And then it all went horribly wrong.

She had somehow managed to send the photo to a random number and he had texted her back.

Eh? Who is this?

Levy’s face was red with embarrassment, and then it was flushed with indignation at the next message that came through.

Are you one of them spam hookers? Cos if you are quit texting me.


Levy replied instantly before she realized what she had done. She covered her mouth with her hand and groaned, sitting on her bed in her underwear. She had to find someway to diffuse the situation.

I didn’t mean to send the photo. It was an accident.

Some accident. Whatcha doin’ taking photos like that for if you ain’t a hooker?

Levy stared at the screen. Who the hell was this person?

I just felt like it, okay? And where do you get off accusing me of being a hooker? People take photos like this all the time!

Gihi. Do they now? Do you do this often?

Gihi? Was that this person’s laugh? Levy raised her eyebrow, she didn’t understand why she kept texting back.

NO I do not do this EVER.

Then why ya doing it now? I’m not complaining, by the way.

I just told you that, didn’t I? I felt like it.

Levy bit her lip. He wasn’t complaining? Did that mean he liked the photo? She lay back on her bed and hugged her pillow to her chest, staring at her screen. She was talking to a perfect stranger. Why did it feel so… exciting?

That ain’t a real answer.

Levy frowned. Should she? She could… well, she kind of knew how to flirt. She read enough books to know how to flirt. But actually flirting was a whole different thing. But this was a stranger. She could just say whatever she wanted and no one would be the wiser. A sudden thought hit her.

I’ll tell you if you swear you’ll never show anyone that photo, or post it online, or anything that means that anyone other than you EVER sees it. I will hunt you down.

Gihihihi. Trust me, I ain’t sharing this.

A strange sense of relief flooded through her. She didn’t know why, it wasn’t like she could trust him. Was it even a guy?

Are you a guy?

You kidding me? Course I am, Shrimp.


Ya look short in ya picture.

Levy frowned again. How could he tell she was short in that picture? And Shrimp? Really? What kind of a nickname is that? Strangely, she kind of liked it.

Well, ya gonna answer me?

I felt good today. So, yeah… I took some photos.

You took more? Can I see?

Levy bit her lip. She could feel a strange desire building inside of her. Should she?

Um, maybe. First I want to know about you.

She waited for him to respond. It felt like forever, but it was quick. Less than a minute.

Whatcha wanna know?

Levy thought. His name? What he looked like? Yeah, all of those things. But they seemed so mundane.

Um. Who are you?

Gihi. Gajeel.

“Gajeel,” Levy mused. It was an interesting name.

How old are you?

17. Why do ya wanna know this stuff?

I don’t know. Just makes me feel better that you’re not a complete stranger I guess. You’ve seen me basically naked. It’s weird.

Gihi. It ain’t weird to me. The photo’s fucking hot.

Levy stared at the screen. He was so crude, but it excited her. He thought she was hot?

You think I’m hot?


Levy felt dejected.

“Wow,” she whispered. She’d never felt so deflated before. He phone buzzed again.

The photo’s hot. Your more like a fairy. Real cute.

Levy giggled, feeling lighter. He didn’t think she was ugly, he thought she looked like a fairy. It made her smile and she felt that desire welling inside her again. She scrolled through her pictures, thinking that after that comment, he deserved another one. She picked one where she was looking away from the camera. It was just photo of just above her breasts, but she wasn’t wearing a shirt or a bra, and the top of her breasts were slightly outline (because she was pushing them up with her hand). The photo was kind of… alluring, she thought. You could only see her profile, but her neck looks long and her jawline was smooth.

You there?

He had texted her while she was looking through the photos. She grinned, nervous butterflies were flying in her stomach. She sent the picture to him.

One minute went by.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

The nervous butterflies were like a raging storm inside of her now and the nervous anticipation was being replaced by panic. Why wasn’t her texting her back? Did he decide to send the pictures to his friends? The uncertainty was killing her, but she resisted texting him.

She put her face in her pillow. Her phone buzzed and she raised her head so quickly she thought she might have gotten whiplash. It was from him. She opened the message and then dropped her phone.

He had sent her a picture.

And by god, he was magnificent.

Her hand somehow found it’s way to her panties, she rested her fingers on them, not daring to touch herself quite yet but finding it difficult not to. It wasn’t something she’d ever really done before but seeing that picture of him was making her feel things that she hadn’t felt before.

He’d taken the picture from his waist, so it showed his entire abdomen and his face. He had a perfect V coming up from his hips that immediately made Levy want to touch him. He had an eight-pack. It wasn’t a six-pack, it was a damn eight-pack. And his nipples were pierced. Levy’s breath was a sharp intake of absolute and unexpected excitement. His arms and chest were well defined and his jawline was strong. 

Levy suddenly felt inadequate, her petite, soft figure was so unassuming and so impressive compared to his. But the body, that wasn’t the only part of him that she admired. It was his face.

It wasn’t the pretty-boy face that she was used to seeing at school, or the face with boyish good looks. It was a masculine face with a roughness to it that she didn’t know until now that she was attracted to. He had an eyebrow piercing to go with his nipple piercings and dark eyes shadowed by black eyebrows that matched his black hair. Levy could tell that it was long, it was tied back. But she couldn’t see that much of it. But she wanted to.

A buzz alerted her to another message.

Uh, you there?

Levy realized that she had been staring at the picture for five minutes.



Levy was desperately trying to think of something to say other than “please have my babies.” It was difficult. Just flirt, Levy. Flirt.

What are you trying to do, sending me that? Seduce me?

Levy sighed. She was not good at this.

Gihihi. Is it working?

Levy’s fingers began to tickle her womanhood through her panties.


Was all that she replied. She could feel her heart rate increasing, and her breathing come faster. A pulsing began between her legs. Oh yes, it was working.

Are you playing with yaself? I am.

Levy’s breathing hitched. That was so forward. It made her more excited as she read it over. He was playing with himself, because of her photos.

Yes, I am. 

Levy brushed her fingers up her stomach and slipped them into the hem of her panties, running them down until she was cupping herself.

Tell me what your doing.

Levy blushed slightly as she typed. This wasn’t what she was used to, it wasn’t something she’d ever done before, but she was enjoying. She felt dirty in the best possible way; it was just turning her on more.

My fingers are sliding up and down, playing with my clitoris, while I’m thinking about that photo you sent.

Are you wet?

I’m wet.

Ah, jeez. This is turning me on so fucking much.

Levy closed her eyes for a moment and imagined that Gajeel was with her. She slipped her panties off and had an idea. She grinned.

I just took my panties off.

Ah, fuck.

Somehow, that word just made her feel more provocative.

What are you doing? What are you thinking?

She wanted to know what he was doing. What he was imagining.

I’m thinking about having you here. Your little hands on my cock, me sucking your nipples. 

Levy swallowed as she imagined it. Oh god, her fingers moved faster, building up more tension inside of her.

Oh, god. She texted him. My lips wrapped around your cock, sucking and licking.

Levy had never used the word ‘cock’ before. It made her feel a little embarrassed typing it, but those feelings were overcome with desire and need.

Levy moaned and she slipped two fingers inside of herself, thrusting in and out.

Jesus Fucking Christ.

And then he sent her another picture. It was his hand, wrapped around his dick in all its solid glory. Levy breathed out and her eyes widened when she saw it. She had never been with a guy before, she’d never had sex, never seen a penis in person. But that, that took her breath away and made her ache. It was big, that much she knew. His hand was at its base, but there was still a third of it showing. She could see the wetness at its tip.

Oh, god, Gajeel.

Levy could barely type, she was consumed with a passion and need she’d never know before. She wanted him. This stranger, she wanted to feel him inside of her. Her fingers were thrusting but she knew it wasn’t what she wanted, but it would do.

You’re glorious. I want you inside me.

Fuck, your gonna make me cum.

Levy’s thumb worked her clit as she thrust her fingers inside again and again, she moaned and dropped her phone. Gajeel filled her mind. His strong arms around her, his lips passionately kissing her neck, her stomach and down there. His cock, thrusting itself inside of her.

“Gajeel!” She cried.

Her orgasm came on like fireworks exploding inside of her. She tingled, her legs clenched, her back arched upwards, her toes curled and she panted, moaning his name as the ecstasy spread throughout her body. She laughed when it was over, panting and sweating.

Her phone buzzed.

She opened the message from Gajeel.

Fuck. That was… something else.

Yes, it was.

I should ask your name.

Levy smiled. She caught sight of herself in the screens reflection, her cheeks were pink, and her eyes were shining. She captured the moment with another photo and sent it to him.

I’m Levy.

He sent her a picture similar to hers; he had a devilish grin on his face. They were both satisfied.

We should do this again sometime.

Levy’s toes curled in anticipation. Oh yes, she was definitely going to do this again. She guessed that things getting a little out of hand weren’t always a bad thing.