and i just really like baby muse and the red hair

Maybe Next Time (m)

[10:36 PM] Jimin: babe, i have an emergency

[10:37 PM] You: what is it??

[10:37 PM] Jimin: um, i’m really hard right now. help me out

[10:38 PM] Jimin: baby, please. i want to fuck you so hard, hear you scream for me so fucking bad

[10:39 PM] Jimin: [image0541.png]

[10:39 PM] Jimin: please? :)

Synopsis: You’re finally seeing Jimin tomorrow after months of amorous skype sex, but the night before he asks for a small favor.

Originally posted by jiminarmy

Pairing: Jimin x Reader // gaming au/long distance relationship

Genre: Smut, Humor

Word Count: 4k

Includes: skype sex, dirty talk

Trilogy: Until Next Time ↣ Maybe Next Time ↣ At Last

A/N: the last part will probably be called “finally” from how i feel abt this trilogy coming to an end HAHA. sorry this fic is really short btw qq i’ll try to bump it up for the next ^^


[11:29 PM] Jimin: is requesting a video call…

[11:30 PM] You: missed a video call from Jimin.

Three months have passed since the accidental encounter with Park Jimin, your cyber fuck buddy. You would have never guessed that a random stranger from a dumb online game would grow the slightest ounce of significance in your life; then again, perhaps you just got lucky.

[11:30 PM] Jimin: wtf are you doing, don’t you want to see my face?

[11:32 PM] You: We have thirty minutes till midnight and i want to sleep

[11:32 PM] Jimin: well i just want to see you

[11:33 PM] You: ur literally seeing me tomorrow. leave me alone omfg

It isn’t a lie that you are going to hop on a short plane ride to see him in person after viewing his face through a small screen for months. Honestly, the few months of phone sex and dirty texts lost their excitement and thrill. So, like every time before, Jimin pressed on the fact that you should see him.

And after giving the same response of “no” for a while, you finally comply and the long awaited day is less than 24 hours away.

So why the fuck is he requesting to video call as if that day is never arriving?

[11:37 PM] Jimin: please, i’m kind of horny rn :)

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red.
  • it is february 1980 when they meet at a funeral
  • they are two red-haired women, one pureblood and one muggleborn, but neither of them care because blood does not matter
  • (except that it does. except that this whole stupid war is about blood)
  • they are two red-haired women with the future of the wizarding world growing in their bellies
  • and this is how it goes
  • gideon and fabian prewett go into the ground that day
  • molly, the last remaining prewett, feels like she’s drowning
  • (and although she is now a weasley, she will always be a prewett)
  • arthur’s hand in hers reminds her that she is not alone (far from it, in fact), but it does not ease the pain, the grief of losing all that was left of her family in one fell swoop
  • there is a stream of endless platitudes and consolations, so repetitive and meaningless that they blend into one another
  • (and she feels awful for the ones she has offered in the past)
  • (sometimes words mean so little)
  • she tries to tune it all out. sometimes she mutters, ‘thank you,’ towards her feet, but mostly she is silent
  • ‘when are you due?’
  • it is the only question that cuts through because it is so thoroughly unexpected, especially at a funeral
  • looking up, she meets a pair of brilliant green eyes, softened with sympathy in this moment
  • (but she knows just by looking at her that this woman can be hard, so hard and strong when she wants to be)
  • (and behind the woman stands a tall, bespectacled man with black hair, wilder and messier than hair really has a right to be, and she knows immediately that they are lily and james potter, who gideon and fabian talked about because of how bright and brave and in love they are)
  • when she does not answer, lily tries again, ‘you are pregnant, right? this isn’t some awful, social faux pas where i’ve asked a woman if she’s pregnant when she’s not, right?’
  • james sniggers and lily elbows him in the stomach
  • (and she wonders about these two, clearly so young, too young, for war and for a baby and for merlin knows what else might be coming)
  • (but she sees the way he holds her hand reverently, and the way she looks up at him reproachfully, her eyes betraying her amusement and embarrassment, and how he smiles and she smiles back and molly may as well not be there because they are so in love and damn the war)
  • ‘march,’ she eventually answers and the anxiety in lily’s face melts away
  • then molly casts her eyes downwards and smiles
  • ‘and you?’
  • ‘august,’ she answers, glowing like only a woman who is creating life can
  • lily’s hand skims across her stomach, the instinctual action of a woman whose belly is full of baby
  • (and molly would know, she has patted her own belly too many times to count)
  • ‘well, i guess our children will be going to hogwarts together, then,’ molly muses aloud
  • ‘maybe they’ll be best friends,’ lily smirks
  • and, for a moment, molly feels lighter because it is so reassuring to talk about the future in this way, to think about her children growing up in a world where they’re safe and happy and blood doesn’t matter and they can be whatever they choose to be
  • ‘potter and weasley,’ james is staring dreamily at the sky before dropping his gaze back down and grinning widely
  • ‘hogwarts won’t know what hit it.’
  • she never sees them again
  • her hands shake when she reads about them in the daily prophet
  • and she cries when she thinks about how they were bright and brave and so young
  • (too young and so in love)
  • (and now gone too soon)
  • she never forgets, but the memory does fade, the memory of meeting a vivacious couple on one of the worst days of her life and how they gave her hope for a future when the word future felt like taboo
  • and it doesn’t happen the way any of them had predicted, but it happens
  • because ron writes home in september 1991, talking about how he made friends with harry potter and how he stuffed himself silly on the hogwarts express because harry was generous and cool and being friends with him was easy and natural
  • so she thinks of lily and how she rubbed her belly, green eyes alight with hope
  • and she thinks of james and his cheeky grin and what he said that day
  • ‘potter and weasley. hogwarts won’t know what hit it.’
  • and she smiles
The Arrangement (Part 7)

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Summary: Dean meets your mother, and you go dress shopping with Jess

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,900

Warnings: language, mildly smutty thoughts/discussions… I think that’s it

A/N: Sorry this took so long guys, my life is super insane right now. Some thoughts: I would never fit in that dress I linked to. I don’t know any real humans that would. I just think it’s pretty. Also. There might be some smut in future chapters? How do we feel about this? I’ve never written any before.

SERIES TAG LIST IS CLOSED - I’m sorry, but there are so many. I always tag these installments as #the arrangement if you’d like to find them that way.

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hit me baby, one more time?

word count: 2.5k

summary: dan calls himself daddy, and phil finds out dan has a pain kink

warnings: blood, degradation, pain kink, ddlb, swearing just general kinky shit

a/n: this is probably shit but oh well
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“yes! daddy wins! daddy’s the best!” dan giggled as that round ended.

“stop calling yourself daddy it’s weird!” phil said jokingly as they continued the game. after the game ended, and they shut off the camera, phil turned to dan with a soft smirk on his face.

“really dan? daddy? a little bit of a stretch for you, don’t you think?” he asked as he settled a hand on dans thigh, squeezing gently.

“yeah i was just immersed in the game phil it was nothing!” dan replied nervously, his cock twitching from phil’s hand on his leg.

phil nodded. “good, because we both know who’s daddy here, don’t we baby boy?”

dan whimpered and bit his lip, trying to contain himself. phil stood up and placed his hands on each of dans armrests, looking at dan sharply. “ i asked you a question, so answer me properly.”

“well, i don’t know, i think that i could probably dom you,” dan mused.

“oh really? that’s a good joke, dan,” phil scoffed.

“i mean, you’re not even that good of a dom anyways, you barely even make me hard sometimes,” dan stated.

phil furrowed his brows. “i know you like it. stop lying.”

“oh i’m not lying. maybe i just need to find someone else. someone who can actually dom me well. you can barely even control me.” dan examined his nails nonchalantly. “i mean, you’re a bit of a wimp.”

phil growled low in his throat, bringing his hand back and slapping dan across the face, the contact creating a loud sound that reverberated throughout their office.

phil widened his eyes in horror. “oh god dan i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to, it was an accident!”

dan groaned at the impact, a harsh red already blooming on his cheek. “more,” he said breathily.

phil gasped. “jesus, dan, you kinky shit.”

“please, phil, just hit me again,” dan asked.

“um, okay,” phil complied and brought his hand down again, creating the same result as last time: a loud, low moan from dan.

“oh you like that, don’t you?” phil asked, his mind beginning to become more and more dominant. “you just wanted to get a rise out of me so i would hit you didn’t you?”

dan nodded. “i’ve wanted you to hit me for so long, slap me, punch me, whip me, please!”

phil found it almost scarily easy to become so dominant, so aggressive. he just couldn’t help it. dan was looking up at him with those pretty brown eyes of his, and all phil wanted to do was fucking ruin his innocent demeanor.

“oh my god dan you’re such a little slut. you’re already hard,” phil trailed his hand up his thigh and brushed his fingers lightly against dan’s bulge, making his breath hitch. “i barely even hit you, but all you want is more.”

“hit me, daddy. please mark me up, make me bleed,” dan whined. there was nothing that he loved more than phil hitting him. he wanted phil to find his dom headspace, where all of his energy was focused on using and abusing dan. he couldn’t get enough of it; the pain felt so, so good. the crack of the belt against his skin, the sting of the paddle, the pull of the clamps, all of it. he had gotten off in the shower many times to the thought of phil hitting him til bruises bloomed on his flesh and blood speckled his skin.

“oh baby, you’re going to love what’s coming.” phil trailed his finger down the milky expanse of dan’s neck, down over his collarbone, chest, and stomach, imagining how beautifully the dark bruises and scarlet blood would contrast against his pale skin.

dan whimpered. “sir please. i know you want to hit me, leave marks everywhere. abuse me. please?” he asked, looking up through his eyelashes at phil, trying to convince him. he needed this so badly. he and phil had lovely sex all the time, but lately it was just sweet, vanilla stuff with whispered “i love you’s” and soft sounds, and dan was craving more. he wanted, no, needed, this, needed to be put in his place by phil, by his master.

phil stood up. “downstairs. my room. clothes off, against the wall. now.”

dan nodded excitedly and lifted himself out of his chair, but phil put his hand around dans neck and squeezed roughly and pushed him back down. “i swear to fucking god, if you touch yourself, i will flog you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

dan made a soft sound in his throat and choked out a “yes sir” with what little breath he had left.

“good boy. now go.”

dan immediately shot up and scampered downstairs, phil’s eyes following his sweet little baby’s ass as he left the room.

dan raced downstairs and entered phils room, quickly stripping and standing with his front towards the wall, his legs spread apart and his hands on the wall above his head, his chest rising and falling quickly in anticipation. a few minutes later he heard footsteps entering the room along with the sound of something else, possibly metallic.

“wow you finally managed to be a good little whore, i’m surprised,” phil said.

dan nodded, and turned his head to the side in hopes of seeing what phil had brought in, but he instead received and harsh slap on his ass, making dan rock forward and then push back for more.

“princess, be patient or ill just leave you like this, hard and pathetic,” phil growled in dan’s ear, turning him around away from the wall. dan looked slightly confused, as phil had told him to be at the wall, but didn’t have much time to think as phil’s fist came sailing towards his jaw. the impact made dan’s teeth clack together and he stumbled onto the ground from the surprise.

“yes sir, sorry sir,” dan replied, bringing his hand up to cup his jaw.

“get the fuck up, you stupid whore,” phil growled, pushing his hand into dan’s hair and yanking him up by his brown locks.

dan winced as phil pulled his hair, and scrambled to his feet.

“get in position you bitch, now.”

dan turned around and spread his legs again, straightening his posture and breathing in deep.

then he opened his mouth in a scream as he felt a sharp metal object hit the skin of his back.

“you answer me loud and clear or else i’ll gag you okay? here are the rules. since i am such a nice master, i’m giving you the pain you so desperately hope for. i will be using two objects to hit you, the first the leather part of the belt, the second is the buckle of the belt. i will be giving you twenty of the first and five of the second, and then fuck you if i feel like you deserve it. you will stay in this position until i say so. if you fall or move, i’ll not let you come for a month, got it?” phil asked.

“yes daddy,” dan answered, biting his lip in anticipation.

“color, baby?” phil inquired, suddenly turning soft and loving, making sure he did in fact have the okay from dan.

“green, daddy, please just get on with it!” dan whined, arching his back.

phil answered with a sharp slap to dan’s ass, jumping back into his dominant headspace, and slammed dan’s head into the wall. “don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

dan groaned and then smiled as he felt blood start to drip from his nose and down onto his chest. he was so hard already it hurt and his cock was blurting precome onto the floor.

“now, i’m going to fit you with a ball gag so the neighbors won’t hear your slutty moans okay?” phil growled.

“yes daddy.”

phil went over to his pile of toys and picked out the gag, which had a nice black strap and a bright red ball in the middle, and brought it over to dan. “look at me.”

dan turned his head towards phil, meeting his bright blue eyes that were filled with lust. phil leaned in and pressed his mouth to dan’s, kissing him roughly right from the start. their mouths melded together, teeth clacking and lips bruising. phil swiped his tongue on dan’s soft bottom lip and dan immediately opened, a soft whine erupting low in his throat. suddenly, phil pulled back and slapped him roughly again, making dan pant even harder. phil pushed the ball in between dan’s pretty pink lips and pulled the strap around his head, pulling it tight.

“good?”

dan nodded, and phil pressed a soft kiss to dans nose, then turned away and grabbed the brown leather belt from his dresser.

“you ready, whore?” phil asked dan, as he took his place behind him.

dan nodded and moaned low in his throat, trying to say ‘please’ but only managed to let out a garbled plea.

phil smirked and wrapped the belt around his hand for a better grip, then pulled his arm back and whipped it forward, the leather hitting dan’s pale back, forcing a shriek from dans mouth. phil grinned sadistically at the bright pink mark that was already forming on dan’s back.

every hit that phil delivered made dan’s muscles tighten up and a small moan leave his mouth, but not once did he move from his position. phil was on the last hit with the leather, and this one was the hardest, the sound of the belt hitting skin was deliciously loud and dan’s muffled moans were even better.

phil stepped back and looked at his handiwork, dan’s back scored with red marks, some had purple bruises beginning to form on the outside. dan’s breathing was heavy and ragged and his cock was constantly dripping precome now.

dan could feel his hot breath bounce off the wall and the pain dancing up and down his back was warm and stinging.

the belt buckle was a relatively new torture weapon to dan, and completely new to phil. back then, with dan’s previous partner, he was scared of the metal, the blood it pulled out, the way it stung for days afterwards. but now? now he wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything, besides of course phil’s cock.

dan turned his head to the side and tried to say something, but his effort was unsuccessful.

“what was that, slut?” phil asked, walking to dan and facing him. dan tried once again to speak, but it came out muffled and incoherent. phil tugged the ball gag down and gripped dan’s chin. “what is it, whore?”

“d-daddy,” dan stammered, his voice shaky, “feels so good, want to bruise, want to bleed, please daddy more, more, want your cock too, i’m so hard, please!”

phil chuckled. “so impatient, so greedy. beg for it, you fucking cockslut.”

“daddy oh god please hit me more twenty isn’t enough! i want more, please. ruin me, mark me, abuse me, i need it! i want it, please sir,” dan begged, his voice dripping with desperation, his only thought was the metal glinting at the end of the belt still wrapped around phil’s hand.

phil sighed. “disappointing, thought you could do better. guess you just are a dumb whore.”

he stepped back and flipped the belt around so that the metal was dragging on the ground. phil had never been so aroused in his entire life, looking at his little cockslut in front of him, wrecked. but not wrecked enough, phil thought.

dan didn’t feel or hear anything for a feel seconds and was concerned that phil had left, when he felt the metal connecting with his skin. his mouth opened in a scream, the cold buckle pulling away before he could catch his breath. the pain shot through his body and his knees buckled, his head dipping low between his shoulders.

“ah, ah, remember whore, if you don’t stay in position you will get a punishment, and not one that your slutty little body will enjoy.” phil reprimanded, pulling the buckle back to him to prepare for another shot.

the buckle hit dan’s back again and another moan/scream ripped from his throat. he felt the warm blood from the harsh hit run down his back and he moaned again loudly despite the gag.

phil once again approached dan and pulled down the gag, whispering in his ear. “i want to hear your loud, whorish moans as i hit you, okay?”

“yes sir,” dan groaned, finally able to talk.

“good boy, such a good, slutty, princess for me.”

dan whined at the praise and arched his back, asking phil silently to hit him again.

phil grinned and complied, making the metal kiss dan’s skin again, and dan tipped his head back and screamed, the pain feeling better than any vibrator or other toy he had ever felt.

again and again the metal hit dans skin, and again and again dan screamed and moaned until his voice was hoarse. the last hit again was the worst, phil bringing down the buckle harder than ever before, opening up a bright red gash on dans back, blood pressing to the surface instantly. dan came instantly as the metal hit, unable to hold it in any longer, the pain just felt so overwhelmingly good.

phil looked at dan, his back painted with bright reds and purples and cum dripping slowly down his leg, and phil had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. it was his first time abusing dan like that, and phil loved it more than he cared to admit.

phil’s study was broken by a low whine from dan who was still in position and phil rushed to his side.

“don’t worry baby, it’s okay you did so good, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” phil asked gently, turning dan to face him.

dan’s face was a mess of tears and a bit of blood from his nose, and he looked absolutely exhausted. he still was breathing heavily and he looked up at phil with half-lidded eyes. “hurts,” he said softly.

“c'mere, love, can you make it to the bathroom?” phil asked gently, placing his hands on both sides of dans face.

dan nodded sleepily, his eyes drifting close as phil wraps his arm around his waist.

“i’m sorry baby, you have to stay awake just a bit more so we can get you taken care of, okay?” phil said, looking at dan to make sure he opened his eyes.

dan simply nodded again and they made their way slowly to the bathroom. when they got there, phil sat dan on the closed toilet seat while he began to fill the tub with water, not adding any bath bombs or bubbles as it might sting dan’s back. every so often he would turn around to make sure dan stayed awake, and to his credit, dan was trying.

phil stood from his position kneeling by the tub and went to leave, but he heard dan whine and turned around to see him making grabby hands at phil.

“i’ll be right back love. i have to go get some stuff for your back okay?” phil asked him.

“okay,” dan replied, all his energy spent.

phil smiles and kisses his curly hair before turning again and exiting the room.

he came back with some pain medication, salve, and gel to sterilize and soothe the marks. he set them on the counter and went over to dan to pick him up and help him to the bath. as dan sunk into the steamy water, he winced at the burn.

“do you want me to stay out here, princess?”

“yes daddy,” dan said quietly, but reached his hand out to phil, who grabbed it and began stroking his arm lightly.

“daddy?” dans soft voice carried to phil.

“yes, darling?”

“can we do that again?”
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this is a lot longer than i thought it would be? also constructive criticism is always welcome as i’m new to writing

In-Between Pink Sheets

This was going to be a blurb but I got way too excited and now, I’m thinking about a part two. Anyways, I’d just like to say that I’ve been seeing a lot of fics on thigh riding these past couple of days and I don’t want anyone to think I’m copying or stealing ideas. This was requested nearly a week ago and there’s got to be a million and two thigh riding pieces so just DON’T. Okay, hope you enjoy. 

“Ya know, caesar salads really get me going, too.” He chuckled as he stepped tauntingly towards her.

She rolled her eyes, “Fuck you.”

“I bet tha’s what ya want,”


Y/N wasn’t sure if she was more embarrassed with the fact that she had soaked through her panties and was now biting back pitiful mewls as she rutted against the chair or the fact that she’d gotten terribly horny at her family dinner table with her her cocky, shit-eating grin bearing, boyfriend watching in amusement with that stupid twinkle in his eye. 

She figured, if she kept her attention on the conversation the rest of the table was having, she could forget about the current mess she’d made of herself, but, it seemed the longer she deprived herself of what she so desperately needed, the stronger that urge to sneak off to the bathroom with Harry in tow became. How she’d gotten into this predicament was beyond her, but now she was in a hole she couldn’t climb out of.

And Harry was definitely not helping.

He sat across the table from her, toying with his bottom lip to disguise the arrogant smile he’d been sporting since he realized the reason behind her red cheeks and dilated eyes. Every so often, he’d bump her foot with his before sending a knowing glance. At one point, he’d even gone as far as to slowly lick the sauce from his fingers while keeping his eyes locked on hers, hollowing his cheeks as he slid them out until reaching his fingertips and releasing them with a pop. And once he saw her clenching her fists and fidgeting in her seat, he’d ask, “Y/N, you feeling alright?”

And each time the only reply he received was a tight-lipped, “Yes.” And a rather harsh glare.

Her mind was clouded by selfish desires and the longer the dinner ran, the more and more she considered acting upon those irrational thoughts – maybe no one would assume anything if she discreetly grinded against her chair – and now she was sure the evidence of her arousal would be clear for all to see. Curse her for wearing a dress.

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Auston Matthews - Part 32

81440 words, 159 pages and countless followers later, this is my last post for my first story and I could not be more grateful. 

“Oh, come one! One more dance,” I beg Auston, pulling on his hand in a failed attempt to get him to stand. “Please,” I pout, giving him the full effect of my too big of eyes and pouty lip.

               “You’re a pain in the ass,” Auston grumbles at me before getting to is feet much to my delight.

               “If my parents weren’t here and watching us like a couple hawks, I could give you a really good dance,” I whisper to him and he makes a face at me.

               “Why you gotta do that? We are in the middle of a reception where I can do nothing to you,” Auston complains, letting my drag him back out onto the dance floor.

               “Well,” I start, putting my arms around his neck as a slow song picks up. “My parents are staying here in the hotel tonight… I told them that I would just stay at the house and go home early in the morning…” I cock my head to the side and give him a grin.

               “Are you saying that your childhood home is going to be vacant for an entire night?” Auston asks me, raising his eyebrows at me.

               “I am saying that,” I nod, licking my lips as he puts his hands on my waist.

               “So I get to take this dress off you a second time?”

               I laugh. “Technically you just unzipped it the first time,” I correct him and he rolls his eyes. “But yes, you can take this dress off for me. But I have something else in mind that I will need to put on,” I give him a smug look and his goes still.

               “What do you mean?” He asks and I can see the excitement in his eyes.

               “I guess you’ll just have to be a good boy for another…” I look at my pretend watch on my wrist. “Thirty-two minutes.”

               Auston sighs dramatically and starts swaying me to the soft music again.

               “I hate you sometimes,” he mumbles and I giggle.

               “Hmmm, I don’t think you do,” I say softly, leaning my forehead against him.

               Auston breathes in deeply and his brown eyes meet mine, glowing with affection that makes my heart ram against my ribs.

               “I think you’re right,” he whispers and goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

               “I love you,” I say, kissing his lips softly.

               “I love you,” he whispers back, moving his lips to my forehead as I rest my head against his chest, even as the song comes to an end and a more upbeat song pulses through the speakers.

               “Mind if I cut in?” My mother’s voice says behind me and I lift my head off of Auston to smile at her.

               “Be my guest,” I tell her, moving out of Auston’s arms as my mother takes his out stretched hand.

               I smile to myself as I back away from them and back into the maze of tables surrounding the dance floor. Watching them twirl around the dance floor and Auston’s cheek turn pink at something my mother says to him.

               “There you are!” A loud voice says making me jump. I look over to see Melissa barreling towards me, white dress billowing out behind her looking like a goddess.

               “Here I am!” I exclaim, taking her hands in my own as she reaches me.

               “Oh, Y/N, tonight has been so perfect,” Melissa says, her eyes aglow and her cheeks a pretty pink with excitement.

               “I know! Everything is so beautiful and everyone is having so much fun! And…” I raise her hand up so the lights above catch the ring on her finger. “I’m so incredibly proud of you.” I say and tears well behind her eyes.

               “You’re going to make me cry again!” She wails and I pull her into my arms, tears in my own eyes. “I’m just happy we both found someone, me a wife and you… that glorious boy wooing your mother right now.”

               I giggle and pull away from her to look over my shoulder to see Auston pull my mother up from a low dip, her face is cherry red and she’s giggling like mad.

               “I think she’s had a little too much to drink tonight,” I laugh and Melissa nods.

               “I think so too, but hey, at least she’s having fun and it hasn’t turned into Aunt Cassie’s birthday party yet,” Melissa smirks at me.

               “True, all the poles seem untouched,” I say.

               “There you two are!” Another voice says and I look over to see Emily, Melissa’s brand new wife sauntering over. “Keeping my wife from me I see,” she winks at me and pecks Melissa on the mouth.

               “My bad, she’s all yours Emily,” I grin, squeezing Melissa’s hand once more before releasing it.

               “Nonsense! I came over here to dance with my two favorite girls,” Emily exclaims, taking both Melissa and me by the arm and dragging us out onto the dance floor. I laugh as they dance around me, both a little uncoordinated due to the amount of wine both of them have had. Auston joins me once again after a few more songs of dancing with my mother before passing her off to my father. His hands slip to my hips, my back against his front and I wiggle against him making his hands tighten around my waist.

               “Y/N, don’t you dare,” he whispers in my ear and I bite my lip.

               “What am I doing?” I ask him and he scowls, tapping my nose with his finger.

               “You know exactly,” he says and then he smirks at me. “If I had known that sleeping with you would unleash this kind of attitude, I would have been more persistent a few weeks ago,” he whispers. I swat at him and push against his chest.

               “It’s just because your friends aren’t here for me to babysit, mama needs to let loose sometimes,” I grin at him and he laughs.

               “I can loosen you up whenever you want,” he says and then is interrupted by a commotion by the door and I know it’s time for the newlyweds to depart, which means Auston and I get to do that same shortly after.

               “Come on,” I say, taking his hand and tugging him to my rightful place as maid of honor and secure Auston at my side.

               We wave and throw the rice, kissing my favorite cousin and new second favorite cousin on the cheek as they make their way down the steps to their waiting chariot, or in this case their waiting Mercedes. We wind through the crowd and finally spot my parents who are already heading back inside to continue the party.

               “Mom! Dad!” I call after them, Auston and I hurrying up the stairs to them. “We’re going to take off, gotta leave early to get Auston to practice in the morning,” I huff at them, out of breath from the six stairs I had to climb to get to them.

               “Oh so soon?” My mom pouts and engulfs me in her arms. More tears well in my eyes, which has become a norm every time I talk to her on the phone or anytime that I caught a glimpse of her on the dancefloor.

               “Unfortunately,” I say, rubbing her back gently.

               She puts her hands on my shoulders and takes a step back, her hands going to my cheeks.

               “You really look so beautiful,” she whispers and I blush.

               “I look like you, mama, of course I look pretty,” I smile and she winks at me.

               “And you’re just as humble as your mama,” she kisses my forehead and hands me off to my dad, taking Auston into an embrace as well. I can see her whispering something to him but before I can make it out my view is cut off by my dad roping me in a hug.

               “Miss you, baby girl,” he whispers and I close my eyes, burying my face into his neck.

               “I miss you more,” I whisper back and raise my head, giving him an up and down look. “Forgot to tell you that you clean up good, dad.”

               He chuckles and pats my hair much to my dismay. “What can I say, you watch hockey players get to the rink every day, you learn,” he winks at me and I giggle.

               “Take care of yourself, kid,” he says gruffly and I throw my arms around him once more before taking Auston’s hand and leaning into his shoulder. My father and Auston shake hands, my dad gazing at him fondly but sternly.

               “And you take care of her as well,” my dad says and I roll my eyes.

               “Of course, sir,” Auston stammers, nodding at my father. I find it hilarious that Auston is intimidated by him.

               “Come on,” My mom says, rolling her eyes at me as she takes my father’s hand and drags him back into the hotel.

               Auston and I make our way to his car, complete with two overnight bags in the backseat. The second I’m buckled in, Auston roars out of the parking lot. I grab at my seat and give him an amused look.

               “Eager to go?” I ask sweetly and he throws a filthy look my way.

               “If you think for one second that your words left my mind once the last hour you are dead wrong,” he snaps at me.

               “Well that’s saying something given you were dancing with my mother half of that time,” I muse, fighting a smile.

               Auston just shakes his head and rockets towards my parents’ house. He had been there earlier to get ready, but I hadn’t allowed him to go into my bedroom. Instead, making him change in the spare room. Now it seemed I wouldn’t get a say in if could go in or not.

               Once we pull in the driveway, Auston grabs both of our bags from the backseat as I pull my dress up to step through the damp yard, all the snow recently melting. It feels odd walking in the garage door and not having two fur balls running like mad men towards me, instead they were home in Toronto, being babysat by Uncle Mitch and Uncle Morgan. I cringe just thinking about what my living room must look like right now.

               Auston wastes no time and goes straight up the stairs, though he hesitates by my bedroom door, allowing me to open the door for him and enter first. His eyes ravel around the room, most of my childhood things were still here, having bought mostly new bedroom furniture for my house in Toronto. I let him look in silence, though I do stand in front of the closet so he doesn’t go in there.

               “Good enough?” I ask him and he glances at me.

               “Lot different than Toronto,” he says and I laugh.

               “I was a tween at one time, and if I remember correctly, last time I was in Arizona a certain someone still had NHL sheets on his bed…” I smirk at him and he laughs.

               “Hey, it got me here didn’t it?” He asks, taking off his suit jacket and laying it across the chair to my vanity. I stare at it, it looks so odd. “So… what were you going to show me?” He asks quietly, not meeting my gaze and I laugh again.

               “Eager much?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow at him and he gives me a pathetic look.

               I walk over to him and he eyes me warily, standing up a bit straighter.

               “I wanted to thank you,” I start and he tilts his head to the side, confused. I take a deep breath and continue on. “That first week, I was a complete and utter mess, the only person not telling me how smart and brilliant I was, was you. You kept my head on my shoulders and didn’t try to put me up on a pedestal. Every time I cried, you were there, whether it was through texting or tapping on my wall…” I trail off, tears overflowing from my eyes as Auston stares at me.

               “When I came home after that week, my mom said that she thought there was something different about me. A new ‘air’ is what she said actually. She knew before I did, she knew I loved you…” I wipe at my face with the back of my hand. “And when they dropped me off at my house in Toronto, she told me that I was home, where I’m supposed to be, but she never said Toronto.”

               I finally bring myself to look at Auston and his face is slack, staring at me in awe.

               “She was referring to you,” I whisper, twisting my wrist and listen to the charms clink again each other.

               The silence in the room is deafening, we stare at each other, his eyes are red and I realize there are tears there, though none fall. After what seems like an eternity, Auston reaches out to me and I gladly step into him arms nuzzling into his neck.

               “You know I’m not the best with words,” Auston whispers into my hair, his voice crackling slightly.

               “I know. Sometimes actions are better than words,” I whisper back, squeezing him tightly as does he.

               “I love you,” he says.

               I pull back to look at him again. “Show me,” I whisper.

               Auston blinks at me and smiles slightly, leaning down and kissing my so sweetly that the silk of my dress is a mirror of my insides. His hand slowly goes to the zipper, he doesn’t have to ask where it is, and just like before, he takes his time pulling it low to my waist. Taking his hand, I let it fall to the floor and step out of it. Auston drinks me in before wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me, laying me on my bed.

We take our time, this is slowest and sweetest moment we have shared together, our bodies moving as one. And when we are done, we lay together fingers entwined and our breathing and heart rates settling down back into a regular rhythm. Auston drifts off to sleep and I let him for a short while, but my surprise is still sitting in my closet.

“Auston,” I whisper, gently running a hand down his back. “Wake up,” I say a little louder when he doesn’t wake and he jerks up.

“What? What?” He asks and I erupt into giggles and he scowls at me.

“What did you wake me up for?”

“You forgot about the surprise I had for you,” I say, slipping off the bed and making my way to my closet. His face instantly brightens up.

“Your coach made me think of it,” I tell him and he frowns.

“Babs made you think about something for the bedroom…” Auston asks slowly and I laugh.

“Just something he said, Auston,” I roll my eyes at him. “You have to close your eyes until I come out.” I demand, pointing my finger him. “Close them!”

Auston sighs and obliges, closing his eyes and raising his eyebrows high on his forehead.

“Good boy,” I say and slip into the closet, slipping off Auston’s shirt and putting on another thing that he once wore.

“Eyes still closed?” I call and he answers quickly.

“Yes ma’am.”

I peek quickly to just make sure and then step back into the room, walking to the front of the bed where he’s sitting and take a deep breath.

“Okay,” I say and his eyes open, focusing in on me and taking in the item of clothing I had chosen. A slow smile forms across his face.

“I thought you would never,” he quirks and eyebrow at me and I shrug.

“Well, when you happen to fall for a certain boy on a certain team with a few certain teammates, you learn to love… or dislike less,” I grin at him.

“And the name and number?” Auston asks, a smirk replacing the smile.

“I raided your closet, didn’t expect to find a number sixte-“ I’m cut off by Auston pouncing off the bed and silencing my words with a kiss.

“Better get used to that last name on your shoulders,” he whispers against my lips and I smile.

“I already am.”

Days Of Summer

A/N; HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE SHITPOST

jk, but it is on the lighter side! The ever loved rock camp au, insipred by the masterpiece that was Camp Rock. Idk if you have me to blame or @hannah-nobody, but you are all welcome either way. 

This here is the collab her and I have been talking about for forever, and now we’re posting it in an attempt to make ourselves actually fucking finish it, but there is no motivator like disappointment.

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Summer has arrived, and with it the start of the two month long music camp; Fairy Tail! Full of new songs, friends, and adventures, the campers learn things they never knew about themselves and one another. And just how easy it is to sneak booze and a full sized karaoke machine out into the middle of the woods.

Camp Rock!AU

Pairing: Nalu, Gajevy, Gruiva, others mentioned; Fairy Tail

Words: 5631

Rating: T

Parts: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter ThreeChapter Four


Chapter One: The Start of Something New

Now who’d have ever thought that

we’d both be here tonight?

Oh yeah

And the world looks so much brighter

with you by my side

The music pounded through Natsu’s veins as the last notes of the song faded away and the crowd erupted into a series of screams. The band members on stage smiled as they tossed various mementos to their mud-splattered fans; picks, drumsticks, water bottles. Hands groped desperately at the air, his own among them.

He wasn’t really paying attention. His own voice joined in with the noise as he let go of all the energy the atmosphere of the festival has stirred within him. His head tipped back and he squeezed his eyes shut as he cheered.

When the band finally left the stage, Natsu looked around. He stood on his tip toes, trying to find Gajeel’s unruly mane of black hair in the sea of sweat-soaked festival-goers. When Natsu couldn’t spot him, he decided to head back to the tent.

Still on high from the previous band’s performance, Natsu made his way almost absently through the crowd. Most people lingered, waiting eagerly for the next act to come on, leading him to gently push a few people out of his way. Some people decided to sit during the break, not caring about the mud beneath them. Others remained on the shoulders of their friends, basking in the heat of the sun that had come and gone for most of the weekend.

One of the shoulder-riding music lovers caught his attention.

She was perched on someone a few people in front of him, and she was stunning. He altered his route in order to take in more of her. She was screaming as though the band were still on stage, making rock signs with her fists as she waved her arms in the air. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, but strands fell loosely on her sunburned shoulders.  A pink crop-top exposed her stomach, where someone had painted a peace sign in neon green paint around her belly button.

He grinned as she wobbled on a dark-haired boys shoulders, but the blonde’s own expression turned from laughter to panic as she lost her balance.

Instinctively, Natsu pushed through the crowd and got to her just in time to soften her fall with his own body. The two of them fell to the ground in an ungraceful heap.

“Oooooowwww,” The blonde groaned from on top of him.

She raised her head, and a splotch of mud had somehow made its way onto her cheek. Natsu stared at her in bewilderment as she looked at him, eyes wide, then giggled.

He could feel the heat in his cheeks as he became aware of her body pressed against his. He’d thrown his tattered shirt away long ago, and surprisingly he didn’t feel self-conscious going shirtless among the energetic crowd. Especially not now that the pretty blondes’ hands roamed over his bare chest. Natsu quickly sat up before he became too absorbed with her wandering hands, tightening the scarf around his neck before helping her up and sheepishly apologising.

“No, no, no,” She smiled at him, “Don’t be sorry! It was Gray’s fault. He’s so meeeean.“

The girl pouted and Natsu felt a smirk pulling at his lips. He had no idea who Gray was, but he was very glad that they’d chosen to shrug her off their shoulders, for whatever reason.

Seeing his smirk, the girl’s laughter died off and she bit her lip in thought. She stepped closer, invading his personal space. His breath hitched when she placed a hand back on his chest.

“Thanks,” She told him, her voice low, before leaning up on her tip-toes and placing a light kiss on his cheek.

Her lips were sticky with pink lip gloss, and he found himself wondering what they tasted like when she drew back.

Her hand remained on his chest.

“Y’know, you’re pretty cute,“ She mused aloud.

“Erm…” He had no idea what to reply. He’d never been called cute before.

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Bundle Of Joy - Part Three

Originally posted by bovaria

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Parent!Reader
Summery: Reader invites Bucky in for a drink.
Warnings: None
Part OnePart Two


“So, you’re unmarried.”

It wasn’t a question, yet he had said it with slight hesitation. You hadn’t even noticed the way Bucky had been eyeing your ringless finger as the two of you walked down the empty street, your left hand only visible to him because you had wrapped it around your daughter, shifting her weight off of your chest. Now that he had mentioned it, you suddenly realized that up until this point he had no reason to think that you were a single parent.

“Yeah,” You murmured, your hand curling into a tight fist before you let it drop by your side. “Terribly modern of me, I know. No boyfriend either.”

“Nothing wrong with modern.” Bucky chuckled.

As the two of you turned the corner, your apartment building came into view. The plain, unpainted redbrick structure was connected to every other building on its side of the road, completely identical to those parallel. Craning your head back, you saw that the windows of your apartment were dark - just the way you had left them.
Bucky walked with you all the way to the front door.

“Well,” you started, unwrapping your arm from his, “this is me.”

Even with your daughter fastened against your chest, the cold night sent a violent shiver down your spine. With one hand you gripped your jacket closer to your body in a futile attempt to generate warmth, enveloping your sleeping daughter in the fabric.

“Would you like to come in and have a drink or something?” You asked Bucky, looking up at him with a hopeful smile. “You don’t have to, of course. It’s late and I completely understand if you don’t wanna - ”

“ - I’d love to.” Bucky accepted loudly as a car drove by, cutting you off from you rambling with a bright smile and a short laugh. Your stomach filled with butterflies as you gazed at him, your knees going weak as you felt your heart swell with joy. You could’ve stood there on the doormat until the sun rose above the city, just admiring him.

“Alright then,” You say, turning to the green painted door and pressing one of the five buzzers beside it - the one labeled Ms Vivian Chambers.

“Don’t you have a key?” Bucky asked you, his brow creasing in bewilderment.
You peered at him over your shoulder, taking a step back to look at the fourth set of windows above you.

“Lost them a little while go, but Viv doesn’t mind. I swear she’s nocturnal.”

Bucky didn’t have time to reply, because just as he parted his lips the lock clicked and you swung the old door open.

He followed close behind you as you entered, finding a seldom used staircase and no sign of an elevator upon entry. The place was gorgeous. Polished wood made up the stairs and rails and a red carpet matched the red with gold designed wallpaper.

“Coming?” You asked him from where you stood on the stairs, watching him as he took in his surroundings.

“Uh - yeah.” He said, jogging up the first few steps to catch up with you.

‘Keep quiet,” You hushed as the stairs creaked underneath him. “If Vivian finds you here, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Bucky chuckled. “I can’t remember the last time I did this.”

“Did what?” You asked, passing the first apartment door and up the second flight of stairs.

“Sneak pass snoopy neighbours with a pretty girl.”

You faltered on the steps as his words reached your ears.

“That’s cute.” You murmured, feeling your cheeks burn.

Once the two of you arrived at on the third landing, you walked straight up to the dark green door, took hold of the handle and kicked, the door reluctantly opening at you show of force. Then a shout came from up stairs.

“Is that you, (Y/N)?” Called down Vivian Chambers. “Who’s that you’ve got with you?”

Your hand fell from the doorknob, leaving it ajar, and you stepped to the side, lent over the railing and peered up at the older woman. “Hello, Viv!”

Vivian Chambers was much older than yourself, with bleached blonde hair that had been sprayed relentlessly until it stood on end in a 80s styled poof. She was tall - even without the killer heels she always wore - and had huge filled red lips. Her voice was scratchy (might have had something to do with how she always had a cigarette in hand) and oddly low. She grinned down at you, the corners of her eyes stretching with her expression. “Hello, dear.”

Licking your lips in hesitation, you looked back at Bucky, gesturing for him to come over. He clasped his right hand over his mouth to suppress his laugh and did as you instructed, relaxing his face before looking up at Vivian himself.

“Ma'am.”

“Whoa!” Vivian exclaimed as soon as he came into her line of vision. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

“This is Bucky.” You introduced. “He’s a friend.”

“Oh, honey. Just a friend?” Her laugh was breathy and echoed throughout the building. “A guy like that ain’t just a friend, but if that’s the case Buckaroo, you’re welcome to come up to my apartment. Put some tunes on and…you know.”

“You’re old enough to be his mother!” You choked, tears coming to your eyes as you tried not to bend over in laughter.

Viv gave you a cheeky grin and took a puff of her cig. “Darling, we’re the same age!”

You waved your hand in a dismissive way and turned back to your door, hearing her leave the stairs above. “Yes, well. Parts of us are.”

Giving Bucky a apologetic look, you quietly let him, your daughter and yourself into you apartment. Shutting the door behind you and flicking on the lights, you revealed the mismatched furniture that resided within the bare, red bricked walls.

“Home sweet home.” You stated, stepping into the main living area and throwing your coat over the back of the brown leather couch to your left. The apartment smelt of sandalwood incense with a slightly dusty undertone that tickled your daughters nose, making her sneeze.

“Oop!” You laughed, unclipping the fastenings of the baby carrier. “Hello, sleepyhead.”

Your daughter didn’t seem that fazed by her small series of sneezes and merely whined and snuggled closer to your breast. Heaving a sigh, you preyed her from your body along with the baby carrier and walked passed Bucky into the next room. There you unbuckled your daughter and let her down in her cot to sleep.

“Ms Chambers doesn’t that bad.”

“Ha!” You laughed, walking back into your living room area where Bucky had sat himself down on your couch. “You don’t know her like I do. Trust me, as soon as you’re gone she’s going to be straight down here with a bottle of something and will try to cox your entire life story out of me.”

“Now, what would you like to drink, Bucky?” You asked him.

“What do you have?”

Opening the cabinets above the kitchen bench, you peered at the bottles you had in store there. “White and red wine and bourbon.”

“Glass of white for me, thanks.”

You twisted around to look at him. “Seriously?”

“What?”

“Nothing,” You said, taking the wine bottle out, “it’s just that you’re possibly the first guy I’ve known who’d rather white over red.”

Pouring yourself and Bucky a glass each, you balanced the glasses in each hand as you walked over to him, the bottle tucked under your arm. Taking his glass, Bucky budged over to allow you space to sit down next to him after you set the wine bottle of the coffee table. Shifting around on the cushions, you sat to face him.

“So,” You begin, “tell me about yourself, Buck.”



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spicyboikeith  asked:

Hey! Okay so in your Sheith Fam house tour you mentioned that Keith likes to garden sometimes! Do the kids ever help him? I can totally see lil Hunk wanting to help his dad plant flowers, and just have a pleasant and wholesome time.

[The Voltron Family] Little Hunk woke up early on a Saturday morning to pee. It was 6:50am according to the big clock in the hallway. He decided to go to the master bedroom to give his daddies morning kisses when he saw that the room was empty. Puzzled at the scene, the little boy slowly went down the stairs to look for his daddies. They were not in the living room nor were they in the kitchen. Then he heard voices outside the garden. “A little to the left, love. Yeah, that’s it. Perfect.” Hunk smiled. It was Daddy Keith’s voice.

He quickly climbed the couch to look outside from the window and he saw Daddy Shiro and Daddy Keith (definitely not wearing pyjamas). Daddy Shiro was moving a big tree trunk with branches, all lined up with the rest. Hunk had no idea what for. He climbed down the sofa and opened the door that lead to the gardens.

Keith: *spots Hunk* Oh, baby. You’re up very early. *smiles*
Hunk: *walks over to his daddies* Whacha doing?
Shiro: *raises an eyebrow* Questions before morning kisses? I say you’re being rude today, sweetheart.

Hunk gasped and quickly apologized by giving his daddies the morning kisses they deserved. Then he asked the same question again.

Shiro: The flowers your Daddy Keith and I ordered just arrived last night and he thought of gardening today. I’m trying to help him out before 8am since the hospital called me today.
Keith: Like I said, it’s fine, baby. *smiles at Shiro* No need to beat yourself up for it. *muses* You should go back inside now and take a bath or else you’re going to be late. I can handle all these gardening myself.
Hunk: *shifts in place* *plays with his pyjama top* I… I can help! *raises hand*
Keith: *turns to the boy* *gasp* *places a hand on his chest*
Shiro: *smiles and squats so he’s eye level with Hunk* I’ll leave it to you then, buddy. *pinches Hunk’s nose* 

When Shiro left for the day, Keith and Hunk were geared up for gardening. Matching Daddy and son overalls because honestly, Shiro was just sappy he wanted to take a photo of it himself. “First Gardening Adventure” he told Keith and Hunk as he sniffled while looking at the photo on his phone. They both had straw hats because it was going to be sunny outside and they had to protect themselves from the heat of the sun.

Pots and sacks of flowers were in a corner and Hunk just stared at them while smiling so wide because they were all so beautiful and he didn’t even know their names. Daddy Keith grabbed Hunk’s hand as they made their way to the tree trunks with branches that Daddy Shiro placed. 

Hunk: What are these yellow flowers, Daddy Keith?
Keith: They’re called Dancing Lady Orchid.
Hunk: *softly touches the flower* *giggles* They do look like dancing ladies.
Keith: *chuckles* They do, don’t they? *hands on hips* Now where do you think we should put them? 
Hunk: On the tree trunk? *tilts head*
Keith: *nods* Yeah.
Hunk: *rubs chin* Maybe on top? Cause they’re small so they might not be seen if they’re going to be at the bottom. *looks at Keith*
Keith: *smiles fondly* On top it is then. *ruffles Hunk’s hair*

A few hours later, Keith and Hunk went inside to eat breakfast with Lance and Pidge. They asked what was going on and when they found out, they asked if they could join the gardening. 

Lance: Pidge, can I borrow the shovel?
Pidge: It’s called a trowel, Lance. The shovel is the one Daddy Keith is using. *points at Keith digging a hole with a shovel* *gives Lance the trowel* 
Lance: *blinks* Oh. Huh. That’s so big and it looks heavy.
Keith: *smirks* It is heavy, buddy. Would you like to try it? 
Lance: I don’t think my tiny arms can even carry that thing, Daddy Keith. *makes a face* You’re asking too much from a six year old. What kind of father are you?! My other father will hear about this! *gasps dramatically*
Keith: *shakes his head in amusement* Oh, but imagine if your Daddy Shiro found out that you used a shovel to help me dig the ground. Imagine how proud he will be… *grins at Lance*
Lance: *perks up* *pulls his sleeves up* *stands up and approaches Keith* Give it to me. I can do this.
Keith: I’m just joking, captain. *laughs* Go back to your chair and continue planting. 
Pidge: *rolls eyes* You’re such a show off, Lance.
Hunk: Daddy Keith, can I put these blue flowers over here?
Lance: Blue flowers?! Where?! *snaps head to Hunk*
Keith: They’re called Hydrangea. We’ll put them all in one row after I’m done digging, Hunk. You can help me with that later. 
Pidge: They’re so pretty. Like little flowers in a ball. *laughs*
Hunk: Okay, how about this one though? The red ones.
Keith: They’re West Indian Jasmine. *smiles and approaches Hunk* Check this out. *plucks one flower* If you take the nectar out, you can actually taste it. *places it inside his mouth* Really sweet.
Three kids: *gasps* *plucks a flower each and tries it*
Lance: Oh my gosh. *giggles*
Keith: Now, give me all your flowers. *takes them* If you connect them together… *connects the flowers* you’d get a bracelet.
Hunk: *places hand to cover his mouth* That’s so pretty!
Lance: Can I make a crown, Daddy Keith? *tugs Keith*
Keith: Sure you can, buddy. 

The kids made their own bracelets and flower crowns when Shiro texted Keith.

Takashi Shirogane [09:05AM]
How are my little gardeners? :D

Keith Shirogane [09:06AM]
They’re making flower crowns now and bracelets lol Here’s a photo.
[pic of the three kids being busy with Keith photobombing doing a peace sign]

Takashi Shirogane [09:08AM]
I have fallen and I can’t get UP. OH MY GOD. You’re all so cute!!! Give them my kisses please! And you of course. ;) Wish I could just ditch work tbh.

Keith Shirogane [09:10AM]
Takashi, NO.

Takashi Shirogane [09:11AM]
Takashi, YES.

yoongi scenario | pitter patter of tiny paws

♡  min holly’s family is gaining a new member  

genre: fluff
word count: 1.2k
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[Min Holly’s Point of View]

Sunday’s are supposed to be lazy days. Normally, I’d spend them curled up in Yoongi’s lap, with him pushing his fingers through my curled fur, while he watches moving pictures on that funny box in the living room. You’d cook pancakes for him, and slip me tiny scraps from your spot the sofa. Mmmm… I love it when you do that. But you’ve been slipping me scraps of food less often lately. It has something to do with the vet saying it’s not good for me. Plus, Yoongi says I’m getting pudgy. Which isn’t true! I’m still able to run and jump and chase cats out of the neighbourhood. But… maybe I’m not as active as I used to be. But the same goes for you. You’re not as active as you used to be either. And you’ve gotten a lot bigger recently. I don’t think it’s fat though… There’s another explanation - I can sense it. You’ve been getting ill, and your moods have been swinging about, and one night, when Yoongi was fast asleep, I caught you sneaking out of bed to raid the fridge – you know I’m up for a snack at any time of the day… but really? Cucumber and mayonnaise? What were you thinking? This unnatural behaviour means something big is going to happen. It’s going to happen soon.

It’s happening… right now!

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Misconceptions- Chapter 1

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Natasha x Bucky, Platonic Tony x reader.

 Warnings: ANGST. Pregnancy, violence, insecurity and self-loathing, Mutant reader (powers similar to Jean from X-men with a little immortality thrown in) also swearing. 

Okay so i did a thing. i don’t know how good this is but it will be multi-chapter constructive criticism is appreciated. This is my first time writing anything so please be gentle! also a huge thank you to @denialanderror whose encouragement finally got me to write something. 

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

Hindsight. You stared at them from your spot on the couch and all that you could think was hindsight. The blinding aching pain that seemed to spread from your chest into every frayed nerve, neuron and cell of your body roared in agreement. Hindsight is always 20/20, you should not have agreed to his proposition, you should not have let his puppy dog eyes reel you in, you should not have listened to your heart. He twirls a lock of her silky red hair around his finger, tugging slightly to get her attention, she all but purrs at him ‘Barnes’ she warns him, ‘Not here big guy, we at least have to pretend to be interested in movie night’. He pouts at her but relents, snuggling into her hair and breathing her in. You can feel the scream clawing at your throat, doing its best to make him realise just how much he hurt you. How badly he broke you. How seeing them together, the man you love and your best friend, rips into your psyche, searing the image into the back of your eye lids. How beautiful dreams of you and Bucky building a life has been replaced by a gasping moaning Natalia under an equally aroused Bucky. Stupid you think, stupid insipid girl, stupid stupid stupid. You watch as Natalia seemingly melts into his embrace, the content sigh that escapes her and the blindingly beautiful smile Bucky graces her with. It’s enough to make you want to hurl. You swallow the lump that’s forming in your throat. ‘I’m a trained assassin, I’ve had worse, seen worse. I can do this’ you tell yourself. Yet you can feel your body revolting, your mind and heart shattering with every word they exchange, bile burning a hot path up your digestive tract and you bolt to the nearest bathroom, purging yourself of everything you’ve seemingly eaten in the last week. Through the haze of tears and dry heaving you hear banging on the door the concerned voice of Bucky filtering through your foggy mind. 'Doll? Doll are ya alrigh’ in there sweetheart?’ You moan into the toilet bowl. of fucking course. Bucky fucking Barnes could not leave you to throw up in peace, oh no he had to be your saviour. ‘I’m fine James’ you reply, spying your birth control at the end of the basin. Shit. Oh oh shit. ‘You’re puking buckets into the toilet, doll face. I don’t think your fine’ he throws back at you ‘For the love of God Barnes, FUCK OFF’ you scream ‘I don’t need you treating me like a goddamn child Bucky, please just leave me alone’. You’re staring at the birth control, trying to quell the mounting panic, counting off the days since your last period, and connecting the late night fridge raids to the devastating realisation that your 2 months late and your last partner was none other than Bucky Fucking Barnes.

Flashback:

 ‘Kitty cat can we talk?’ Bucky asks as he fidgets with his shirt sleeve. You can tell he’s nervous, you can practically feel it rolling off of him in waves. ‘Of course, sugar. Whadda ya need?’ you don’t see him flinch at the nickname or the grimace that takes over his features. You’re giddy. Excited. Its been six months since you and Bucky started sleeping together, a desperate night born from an exceedingly horrible mission and pent up frustration of not being able to do more, to be more for the people you are supposed to protect. ‘I need ta talk ta ya about us, or whatever this is’ he replies. ‘Finally’ you muse. You’re smiling now, a big toothy grin that wraps around your face and scrunches the corner of your eyes. 'You have my undivided attention, Buck’ you sit across from him, feet tucked underneath you, waiting with bated breath for the words you’ve been dying to hear for what feels like forever. 'I met someone’ he blurts out. ‘I really feel for her ya know? And I wanna try with her’. You feel the blood in your veins turn to ice. ‘I’m sorry kitty, but you knew this was temporary. You’re my closest friend next ta Stevie and I really don’ wanna lose you over a mistake’ Mistake? He thinks you’re a mistake? ‘And Nat an’ I just sorta happened’ he adds. And in that moment you can feel your entire life implode. 

One awkward trip to the doctor, an entire tub of chocolate mint ice cream and a night of dreams involving Bucky’s face on the body of a new born baby screaming for Natasha later and your strolling into the kitchen scanning the room for Tony and deliberately avoiding Bucky’s gaze boring into the back of your head. You haven’t spoken to him since the bathroom incident, actively leaving the room when he walks in, ignoring his frantic calls of your name, ignoring the screams that echo through the tower at night. You’re being petty and unfair, you know, but you can’t listen to his declarations of love for the woman you would literally take a bullet for. Your gaze lands on the billionaire, you take a deep breath to calm your ever-rebellious stomach and mentally call out to him ‘Tony I need your help’ his eyes snap to yours ‘Got an itch that needs scratching, sugar tits?’ he replies waggling his eyebrows and leering playfully. ‘No you perv, I’m serious can you meet me in the lab? In like 10 minutes?’ He sobers instantly ‘Sure (y/n) I’ll be right up’ 

10 minutes and a bitten thumbnail later and you’re staring at a fuming Tony Stark trying to explain just exactly how you managed to get yourself knocked up. ‘You have got to be fucking kidding me (y/n), you’re baby bumping around the tower and you didn’t think to tell me?’ He’s screaming now, an interesting shade of puce on his face “you didn’t even have to use words! you can think shit at me, you’re unbelievable’   ’T I’m so sorry, please, no one can know, I need your help. Please T’ you’re pleading, the sound of your own voice grating your pride. ‘Why?’ he splutters ‘Why can no one know kitty I don’t understand!’ 

 ‘It’s Bucky’s T. I’m pregnant with Bucky’s baby’

Tags: I honestly don’t know what i’m doing, i’m so sorry.

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appentency

(a little sneak peek at the andreil coffee shop au i’ve been working on!! i’m also in need of a beta!)

ap·pe·ten·cyˈapədənsē/

noun

archaic

  1. a longing or desire. 

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That’s What I Like- Logan Imagine- SMUT

The sound of keys scraping along the inside of a lock snapped you out of your trance. Slowly, the door to your condo swung open, the clashing of keys on a ceramic dish filling the hallway. You looked once more in the wide mirror, dabbing at the makeup on the corner of your eye.

“Doll? I’m home!” A low, but familiar, voice called out once the door had clicked shut. His voice was like silk running through your fingers. Just the sound of it was making your knees tremble. Logan was finally home after a month away on business. More often than not, he was off looking for new acquisitions or schmoozing billionaire CEOs. You frequently wished he could be home more, that you could make dinners together, that you could have more than two weeks on/one month off. But he worked hard for himself and for you. He always told you that he never wanted you to want anything, that he would be able to give you all that you could ever need, but all that your heart desired was his company and waking up every morning to his perfect smile.

“Hi babe! I’ll just be one second! Will you just sit in that grey chair?” you called back, fiddling with the top of the stocking wrapped around your thigh. In the other room, his brow furrowed as he sat down his bags, taking a seat on the chair in question. He pulled out his phone and began scrolling.

“You’re really gonna make me wait to see you?” he teased, firing off a quick response to an email. You took one last deep breath, shaking out the last of your nerves as you hit play on your phone, letting the sound carry over the home stereo system. Logan looked up from the glowing screen, his eyes darting all over the room. “What’s going on?”

I got a condo in Manhattan

“Hey! We have one of those too!” he joked, looking down the hallway, eager to finally see you. You began walking to him, the dim hallway finally giving way to the light of the living room. The moment his dark eyes took you in, his phone fell through his fingers, hitting the hardwood floor with a thud. You were strutting towards him in the sheerest, shortest black chemise with nothing on underneath, save for the matching stocking and black heels. “Fuck, baby…” he trailed off as you finally stood in front of him.

“I missed you, Logan,” you smiled, picking up his hand and intertwined your fingers with his, “so I just wanted to welcome you home.” You kept your hand in his, letting your hips sway to the beat. A devious smile was plastered on Logan’s face as he watched you drop your hips to the floor near his feet.

Go pop it for a pimp, pop-pop it for me
Turn around and drop it for a pimp, drop-drop it for me

As you stood up, you spun your back to him, slowly lowering yourself on his lap. Your hips began to grind into his in time with the music. All you could hear though was your racing heartbeat and his heavy breathing. Logan reached forward and ran his hands up the top of your thighs, his breath hot on your neck. You smiled as you swung your legs around to straddle him, grinding into him once more. His dark eyes poured into you, something devious dancing just behind his stare. The room had become just the two of you, your bodies finally after a month coming together.

Logan rested his hands on the swell of your ass, greedily grabbing handfuls as you worked yourself over the growing hardness in his dress pants. “I uh…I don’t think you really need this anymore,” he said, pulling up the mesh fabric covering your body. You giggled and helped him hoist the poor excuse for a dress off your body. “Much better,” he grinned, letting his fingers graze down the length of your torso, sending goosebumps shooting over your skin.

You deserve it baby, you deserve it all
And I’m gonna give it to you

“This is quite the way to come home, doll,” Logan mused, his eyes glued to your chest as you continued to dance on him. You wrapped the ends of his dark hair between your fingers, pulling his face up to yours. Logan made the first move and crashed his lips into yours, hungry for the contact he had been missing for the last month. His tongue passed over your bottom lip, begging for permission to enter, which you readily granted. Logan pulled your naked body even closer, the tips of his fingers digging into your soft flesh. “I need your sweet pussy babe,” he whispered in your ear, his teeth tugging gently on your earlobe.

“It’s all yours,” you breathed out before his hand was between your legs, making you gasp. There was already a pooling wetness when he moved his fingers along your folds- this made him smile even wider, his perfect teeth beaming. 

“So ready for me already, huh?” He popped his index finger in his mouth, cleaning off your juices. You missed the way he smirked and the way he was always so cocky about whatever was coming out of his mouth. A lot of people you encountered found it off-putting, but something about it had turned you on since the day you met.

Now tell me who’s the fairest
Is it you? Is it me? Say it’s us and I’ll agree, baby
 

He stood up from under you, walking you back to the arm of couch off to your left. You made quick work of his belt and pants, letting them heap in a pile on top of his already dropped phone. Leaning down, you went to remove your heels and stockings when you felt his hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you up against his now naked body. “Leave them on,” he commanded, placing another kiss on your lips. “Now turn around, doll.”

You spun around so your stomach was pressed against the arm of the couch. Logan gently pushed between your shoulder blades, silently asking you to bend over. You folded in half letting your hands grip the cushion below. He ran his large hands over your sides, lifting them a little as he came to your waist. You felt them again as he lowered them hard against your ass, making you jolt forward.

Sex by the fire at night
Silk sheets and diamonds all white

“You think you can just tease me with no consequences?” Another smack was ringing on your skin, the flesh becoming tender. There was a clear smile in his voice as he looked at the red handprints he was leaving behind. He brought down one more hard slap, a small yelp falling from your lips as he made contact. That was enough to send him into overdrive. He lined himself up at your entrance, slowly sliding himself inside you. A long hiss came from him until he was completely covered by you, taking a moment to rejoice in the feeling he had missed for so long. You gasped as he filled you, his cock already hitting your sweet spot from this angle.

Logan pulled your hair together, yanking gently to arch your back. He continued to thrust in and out of you, both of you panting with each stroke. “Goddamn, you feel so fucking good baby,” he praised as his pace quickened. You tried your hardest to reply to him, but everything kept getting caught in your throat. Every time he entered you, it took the breath right out of your lungs. He was buried so deep inside you, you could think of nothing besides how much you missed the way that he felt.

If you want it, girl, come and get it
All this is here for you

His pace picked up once again, a sure sign that his climax was fast on its way. A few more thrusts and he was coming undone from behind you. He lazily moved in and out, letting the last of his seed spill into you as he steadied himself, gripping your waist. You stood up, your legs wobbling a little as you tried to turn to face him. But Logan was quick to scoop you into his arms, saving you from an imminent fall. He smiled down at you, placing a long kiss on your forehead.

 “Oh, I missed you, my sweet girl,” he grinned.

“I missed you more,” you teased. He rolled his eyes and walked you back to the bedroom. 

“Don’t start that shit with me. We both know that’s not true.”

“Prove it,” you challenged, still wrapped in his arms.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, doll,” he warned, kicking your bedroom door shut behind you.

Lucky for you, that’s what I like, that’s what I like

Moonlight Reign Ch.3

A/N: Heeeere it is at long last. I got AP exams and tests to take so it looks like it’ll be a solid month before I update anything again, gotta get my college stuff in order bleh, but I’d love it if y’all asked me questions and what not!

Originally posted by crystalerysipelas

Word Count: 2.4k

Chapter Summary: Yoongi gets answers, and it becomes time for you to say goodbye to someone

Warnings: Bones breaking, blood, violence, mention of panic attacks

You were silent the entire way home. Your brain was flushed with confusion, uncertainty, and a self-scolding voice that kicked in when you found yourself in situations like this.

“…Hoseok, he’s the guy who knocked you out,” Jin was explaining the people in the gang you had been roped into, “He’s a nice guy, really, he just is… protective,” You rolled your eyes, “Yoongi is the same way, he just really cares about this empire we got going,” Jin spoke and you noted the stark difference between Yoongi and the kingpins you were raised by, “I’m Jin, more of a corporate guy, but I can certainly throw down,” You broke a smile at his demeanor, and he noted that from the rearview mirror as he drove, Jungkook in the driver’s seat, “That about does it, I figured you should know, since you’re our nurse now.”

A nurse.

The playful nature in the car was wiped away at the reminder of all the events that went down today.

You were a fucking nurse now.

You were a fucking nurse again.

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“And that’s how you do stitches, cool huh?” Your father spoke as he stitched up your leg, “It’s also a lesson on why you shouldn’t accept the challenges the underlings give you,” He grumbled, “It’s hard when the doctor is hurt.”

You giggled a bit, a 25-year-old underling bet a ten-year-old couldn’t land one slash in a knife fight, and you won with a total of 14 slashes to his one. Your father preferred you to nurse more than fight, but he was not one to completely stop you, “But I won,” You whined.

He sighed, “And just because I win chess, doesn’t mean I like giving up my queen.”

You nodded, “Why isn’t there a princess in chess?” You asked, constantly curious.

“Because the king would die before he would sacrifice her,” His lips twitched upward for a moment as he stood, “I’ll see you for dinner.”

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“Y/n?” Jungkook flinched back as you were startled back into your shitty reality.

“What?”

“We’re here, so did you need me to walk you-”

“What are you planning to do with Byungjoo?” You asked and Jin sighed, laying his forehead on the steering wheel.

“We can’t tell-”

“Are you going to kill him?” You choked out of your throat that seemed to be trying to let out a sob.

You were overwhelmed, to say the least. Your uncle sold you out, and now you’re in with a gang that is seeking the first man who broke your heart, your father, and you curse yourself for not wanting either shitty men to die. You wanted to cry. Crying used to make you feel so much better, but you never cried in front of people, so you were struggling to keep dry eyes.

Jungkook sighed, “Worse.”

You nodded, understanding that meant endless torture until he was begging to die. You clenched your fist as you recalled your own meeting with “worse”, “Jungkook, I need you to walk me to my place,” You whispered.

He huffed in response, “Why do I-”

“I am going to faint or go into a full-fledged panic attack, and I’d like to do that in the privacy of my home-”

You were cut off by Jungkook ripping you from your seat to the double doors of the complex.

Jungkook was well trained in your attacks since he was basically your only friend. Now he understood why certain things made you tick or freak out. Jungkook now understands why you were hyperventilating once upon seeing a man that looked like your uncle in a coffee shop, why you weren’t scared of gangs, because you had faced the scariest ones of that time, “Okay, breathe, 1, 2, 3, 4,” He whispered in your ear.

By now, he knew the general routine. He caught you if you passed out, set out water for you, put an ice pack on your forehead, and practice breathing with you until you told him to leave so you could cry with a sense of dignity. However, he didn’t know if he could help like that anymore if he’s part of the reason you’re in the state.

—-

“Alright, Byungjoo, let’s get straight to it,” Yoongi paced in front of the man tied to the metal chair, plastic surrounding him in the room that made Byungjoo sweat, “Where is your beloved brother?” Yoongi inquired.

“He’ll kill me,” He whispered, defeated and Yoongi grabbed Byungjoo’s left ring finger, breaking it as he screeched.

Yoongi chuckled, “Not if I have you,” He spoke accurately, “You see, let me tell you a story, hm? Maybe that’ll wiggle an answer out of you,” He mused, “My parents were big technology buffs, did a lot of shady jobs, but for a big payout, you may know them, the Mins?” Byungjoo shuddered and began sobbing, as Yoongi snapped each finger on his right hand, “I was twelve when two men came into my house, and shot them, right in the head, sending a little girl with green hair to fetch me, she wore a face mask, but her eyes were so sympathetic, like she knew the situation well, and upon seeing a boy much older than her sobbing and trembling with fear, she took down her mask and mouthed the word, ‘run’ and I did, I ran and ran until I gathered up the resources to burn you to the ground,” Yoongi knelt down to eye level with Byungyeol, breaking another finger, “But you technically did that all on your own,” Yoongi chuckled as he looked at the broken man, “What a sad sight, wasted brawn and no brains, that’s what made it so easy to show the world what you and your slightly smarter brother have done.” With that, Yoongi snapped the remaining fingers like twigs.

“He’s…he's…” Byungjoo was coughing up blood after Yoongi struck his stomach, urging him to speak, “He’s at…”

—-

“You can leave now,” You blanched, watching the news as the noticeably worried reporter offered more questions as to what exactly Bangtan will do tomorrow, and you wished to know the answers as well, “No? Not leaving?” No reply, “Then can I talk to Byungjoo before you kill him?”

You knew Byungjoo was weak, and you knew he gave up your father’s location before Bangtan so much as made him bleed, so he had little time to live, and despite a mutual distaste for each other, it was customary to bid him goodbye, as family.

Jungkook shuffled from behind the couch you sat on, “I never said we would-”

“Please,” You cut him off, looking into his eyes, playing into whatever care he had for you, and it was working, “I won’t try to kill him, I promise.”

“Fuck, y/n, you’re really putting me in a tight spot,” He cursed and tears welled in your eyes.

“Look at me, Jungkook,” You pleaded, and he saw a girl with tear stained cheeks and nothing but pain all over, “You put me here, now please, let me see my uncle one last time.”

“I can’t-”

“Call Yoongi,” Jin’s voice rang out from the door, “He’ll allow it.”

“Y/n, you just had an episode, shouldn’t you rest?” Jungkook seemed genuinely worried, but you shook your head, “Not until I talk to him.”

“I’ll call Yoongi, okay?” You nodded, “Just go and rest for a bit at least, you need to slow down,” Jungkook negotiated and you relented, going to your room to lay down.

—-

“What?” Yoongi’s deep voice greeted as Jungkook gulped at his angry tone

“Y-Y/n, she wants to talk to her uncle before we…are done with him,” Jungkook sighed.

“Why did you tell-”

“She’s a mafia baby, not an idiot, come on,” Yoongi sighed this time, “She was freaking out earlier, and then suddenly she was begging to talk to him.”

“She’s just trying to cope it seems,” Yoongi observed, “Bring her over, I’m sure he’d be delighted to see her with all the nonsense he’s been babbling,” Yoongi looked over his shoulder to see a crying grown man hunched over.

“She did this… it’s her fault…”

“Yeah, he may snap before I can kill him myself, he seems to have never been tortured before,” Yoongi mused, “But I got what I wanted so tick tock goes the clock, I’d head here quickly, I already sent Namjoon and some guys to fetch tomorrow’s main event,” He looked at the clock, “Once I get Byungyeol, I have no reason to keep Byungjoo.”

“Hey, Min Yoongi!” Yoongi hung up as Jungkook cursed, “Y/n, let’s hurry, now,” He called out as you scrambled to get ready to leave.

You situated yourself in the car as you reviewed today’s events to steady your mind, “Min Yoongi, that’s his full name, right?” You asked and Jungkook almost swung his head on the dashboard.

“Way to go, Kook,” Jin chuckled, “Just tell her all our secrets.”

“He’s a world-known CEO screw you,” Jungkook seethed, “Besides she’s one of us now.”

Jin simply shrugged as you shuddered.

“Min,” You racked your brain through each Min you killed, or helped kill, searching for why it is you haven’t been dealt the same treatment, why you were given a job and not a death sentence, “How unbelievably common.”

“You okay?” Jin inquired upon hearing your mumbles.

You nodded, not bothering to keep track of where you were going, because you knew this would be the first of many times you would be encased in your new main headquarters, “Did I kill his family?” Jin shifted ever so slightly, “Nevermind, you can’t answer that.”

The building that the car halted in front of was grand, looking like another company building, and in a literal sense, it was. Decked with minimal windows and a white exterior, the interior was fairly refined and modern. Too remote to stumble across, but even with, no would expect so much blood has been shed in the establishment that the walls could bleed red and no one would be surprised.

At the entrance you could see little worker bees rushing, just like a corporate office, except they were decked in various types of garb, holding various illegal substance and firearms. They stuck out like a sore thumb, but that was because no one would ever bear the pain of noticing them, even then the land was under their corporation, making the establishment legal, unlike its inner workings.

You caught the eyes of several busy bees, most likely wondering if that was the new addition they heard about, “Doesn’t look like much,” You heard a few people mumble.

“Jimin has such a big mouth,” Jin cursed.

“Yes, I do,” Jimin concurred, walking towards you, “But when we have a legend as our pretty nurse, I can’t help it,” Jimin was like a siren, beautiful, tempting, and dangerous, and he was giving you eyes that looked like a cage, “Hello, sweetpea,” He may as well have been a wolf licking his lips at the sight of a red hood, “Follow me.”

“You go with Jimin, Jungkook and I have to do some work,” Jin patted your shoulder, and you concluded Jin was trust itself.

“Don’t be creepy,” Jungkook scowled at Jimin as he walked behind Jin.

“How is he doing?” You asked as Jimin led you to the soundproof basement.

“I thought you wanted him dead.”

“He deserves nothing less than a painful death,” You clarified, “But family is family, and believe it or not, my family had some certain customs, one of which is that we always say goodbye.”

“Why is that?”

“I wasn’t picked up until I was able to walk,” You stated, since when your infamous father took in an infant, it spread like wildfire, engulfing your existence into just a mafia baby,”I was raised to only help when they figure out how to do it themselves, but if one of us never figure out how to live correctly, we have to help them say goodbye,” You explained as Jimin tried to register the philosophy, “Shit ones or not, family is family, it’s the closest bond I’ve known.”

The basement was basically a prison with interrogation rooms that doubled as torture rooms. However, the color scheme was white, like a mental institution. How cryptically perfect.

Jimin led you down the never ending hallway, and opened a door to reveal a spectator area from a one-way mirror and in front of the mirror was Byungjoo, beaten, broken, and humiliated for the first time in his life. Yoongi was standing, watching him, “He’s really lost it,” He mused, “He’s gonna be dead when Namjoon gets here or when he does something I don’t like, whichever comes first.”

“You found my father?” Yoongi took note of your mixed feelings and simply nodded.

Yoongi went to open the door to your uncle, “Be careful, he has no binding on him anymore, and I told him why he’s here,” He warned and found himself amused by your quirked eyebrow as your question died in your throat when he opened the door and closed it behind you.

Yoongi watched through the window as you stood in front of your uncle, “Byungjoo,” Your voice was firm, “I’ve come to say goodbye,” Your voice shook as you watched your broken uncle and cursed yourself for feeling bad. Sure, you were ready to kill him, but your weakness was your empathy and he was utterly pitiful now.

“I’m gonna die?” He asked, throat dry. His pure confusion was almost heartbreaking.

You swallowed, nodding, “They found father, we’re done, Byungjoo, for real this time.”

“You did this,” His voice was hoarse.

“What?”

“YOU LET HIM LIVE!” Byungjoo was now the one to dive at you, hand encasing around your neck as you hit the mirror glass hard with the back of your head, alarming Yoongi and Jimin who were encased within their mindless chatter.

Byungjoo showed no signs of letting up as he squeezed your neck with a vengeance, “NOT ONLY DID YOU SHOW YOUR FACE YOU LET HIM GO!”

Yoongi gripped the gun in his hand, which Jimin took notice of, “Wait, I thought you weren’t going to kill him until he met with Byungyeol,” Jimin reminded Yoongi.

The leader stared at the scene before him, his blood unintentionally boiling, “Well, he’s doing something I don’t quite like.”

Your vision was becoming spotty as Yoongi and Jimin came running in, and you now knew why Yoongi was letting you live; you did the same for him, “By-Byunjoo-” You tried to reason with him before taking force, when he only squeezed harder, you kneed him in the stomach as Yoongi saw the chance to pull the husky man off of you. However, Byungjoo kept his grip, slamming your head into the ground you had slipped down to repeatedly, making the last thing you saw before you passed out was Byungjoo being shot in the head, the blood spraying onto your face.

driving me wild

Summary: In which Dan likes wearing croptops and shorts, Phil is a punk youtuber who drools over him and Louise wants them to stop pining.

Warnings: smoking, smut, un-betaed?

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Word count: 4.8k+ (wtf)

Extra tags: pining, short!pastel!dan, punk!phil, m rated sex i’d say lol

A/N: So, this is my first phanfic and also the first one shot I’ve ever written. I will probably edit this later, but for now I hope all of you enjoy it <3 Also, this is my way to celebrate reaching 1k followers!!

Phil saw him for the first time at a YouTube gathering: the boy with the white skinny jeans, soft lavender sweater and flower crown. Phil knew about him because of Louise. She kept going on about how cute and nice he was; that he was one of the sweetest youtubers she had ever met, and that she wished he had more subscribers because he deserved it.

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In Dreams 18

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There are times when things are crystal clear, when everything makes perfect sense. He can distinctly remember feeling like he understood his place in the world, but that was a long time ago. Now, he feels like he’s on the road not taken in some strange way, lost in Frost’s yellow wood, meandering about, distracted by sounds, by the beauty and the dark places. Sometimes she’s right there next to him and others, he’s certain he’s lost her.

These last few months, he’s been wandering. Lost as he can be, distracted by Diana, by little white pills, by memories and nightmares when all along, the thing he needed to pay attention to, to keep his eyes wide open for, was her. Always her.

She’s asleep on the couch, she was so drained by the time she checked her apartment and got back to his place that she curled up and drifted off in the space of just a few minutes. He’d read in one of the books that the overwhelming exhaustion is normal, that he shouldn’t worry. But he still does. It can’t be helped.

He’s spent the last couple hours cleaning up the bedroom, making space for her. It dawns on him as he hauls out boxes of magazines and clippings that it’s the first time he’s done something like this for her. It wasn’t so long ago that they were discussing why she didn’t have a desk. She still doesn’t have a desk. She takes up so much of his heart, so many of his thoughts, but she can’t live in either of those places. He’s determined to change that, starting right now.

He may be a lost man, but one thing he’s sees clearly is her and if he can see her, he can find his way.

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

not gonna lie, i love when i post a part you all beg for the next one haha i guess i’m evil like that

warnings: swearing, sadness, teen pregnancy

part one
part two
part three
part four


FOUR MONTHS LATER (early june)

I was laughing and giggling at Madison as she was sat on her pastel blue blanket.  We were both sat on the living room floor, and I just watched as she sucked her pacifier and continuously rattled her little elephant themed rattle.

“Who’s a cutie? You are! You are!” I leaned forward tickling her size and bumping my nose against hers as she just fell into a fit of giggles.  “You are! You are!” I said in my high pitched voice that made her smile in the wide toothless way I love.  The pacifier nearly fell out of her mouth.  I laughed, sticking it back between her lips.

“Can I play with her?” Allison asked, sliding off the couch and falling oh so gracefully on her butt.  But it made Madi laugh, so she probably did it on purpose.  I nodded, and tugged on the ends of her blanket, making her laugh again as she slid across the carpet.  Allison smiled brightly, picking up Madi from under her arms and lifting her in the air.  Madison squealed with delight, kicking her legs around and flailing her arms.  I smiled as Allison rose her up and down, both of them giggling.

“Do you mind if I go take a call for a little bit? Not long-”

“Take all the time you need” Allison said, not tearing her eyes away from Madi.  “I’ve got this.  Be gone for a week, I could care less” I scoffed playfully and shook my head.

“Hard to believe there was a time you loved me more than my daughter” I said, chuckling as I left the room.  I pulled out my phone, and dialed one of the few numbers I knew by heart.

“Hey it’s Stiles Stilinski why can I do for ya?” I could hear the grin in his voice as he spoke.

“Stiles” I practically breathed out his name.  I hadn’t spoken to him, at least on a call we text a bit, in quite a while.  In fact not since before Madi was born.

“Hey y/n” I sat down on my bed after closing my door, and just relished in the sound of his voice.  “Hello?”

“Sorry I’m still here” I said.  “How’s George Washington?”

“Great! y/n I’m so excited, two more weeks of classes then I come back home” My heart swelled.

“I’m excited too Stiles” I said softly.  “I don’t like being apart for a whole year” He chuckled slightly.

“You okay? You’re quiet today” He said.  I played with the seam on the side of my jeans

“Yeah I’ve just… I’ve missed your voice” I said.  It was quiet for a few seconds, and I worried that I was too forward.  “You never shut up when you were here and now you’re gone and geez” I covered quickly, and he gave a small laugh.

“Yeah.. yeah I’ve missed you a lot too y/n” He told me, and I was glad he couldn’t see my blush.  “I didn’t miss anything big right? You didn’t get married or have a baby or become an assassin right?” I think I gave him the most forced laugh you could offer.

“No Stiles don’t be crazy” I said.  I accidentally ripped out a loose thread in my jeans, cursing silently.  He laughed again.

“Two more weeks y/n” He said.

“Two weeks” I repeated.

“You finish up your courses?” He asked.

“Yep” I responded, picking again at the thread on my leg.

“Well that’s good, lot of free time?”

No, my time is pretty taken up with diaper changing and amusing Madison.

“Well sort of, work is cramping a lot of time but I’ve got nothing better to do and money’s always good right?”

“Well if you ever have to much, I’m always just a call away” I giggled, and pulled my legs up on the mattress, criss crossing them.  “Anyways, I’ve got class in ten so I’ve gotta get going”

“Oh, alright” I responded.

“But thanks for the call y/n, made my day” I blushed again.

“Well I’m glad.  I’ll see you soon Stilinski”

“You too l/n”

“Bye”

“Bye” I pulled the phone from my ear, hesitating to hang up.  He wasn’t either, I was just staring as the seconds ticked on the screen.  My thumb hovered over the red button, but in seconds I whipped it back to my ear.

“Stiles?” Why was I breathless.

“Yeah?” I froze up, too nervous to say anything truthful.  Maybe, I have a couple big secrets, one, I had a baby and it’s Theo’s and I kept her, two, I’m in love with you.  “y/n? You alright?”

“Yeah just…” I thought, biting harshly on my lip.  “Just come back with your smile, okay?” He chuckled slightly, a puff of air through his mouth.

“You too” He responded.

“Okay”

“Okay” He whispered the word, and I thought of a movie Lydia once forced me to watch.  “I’ll see you in two weeks y/n”

“Bye Stiles”

I hung up this time.  I set the phone on my bed next to me, and just took a moment to recoup.  My hands were wringing together as I collected my thoughts, already wondering what I was going to do with Madison while he was here.  I couldn’t hide her forever… but he couldn’t know.  And the longer I kept her a secret, the more at risk he was of finding out.  When I finally got up and opened the door, Allison was there, holding Madi on her hip and bouncing slightly.

“That was sad” She said, and I rolled my eyes.

“Really? Listening in on my phone call?” The brunette shrugged.

“Madison was falling asleep, I was getting bored” I giggled and shook my head.

“Al, you know I was going to tell you anyways” I told her, carefully picking Madi up from her cradle, and tucked her safely in my arms.  She went out to the living room as I brought the little girl into her room.  Yeah, Allison sort of lost the second room I had spare.  We turned it into a blue and pink walled nursery.  There was Madi’s crib in the corner, the changing station in the other.  A small structure hung from the low ceiling over her crib, stars and animals hung from strings.  I laid her in her crib, brushing my hand over her cheek softly, before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.  “I love you Madi” I whispered, before turning on the baby monitor, taking the other one, and heading out to where Allison was.  She was sitting on the couch in the living room, pouring a glass of wine in one of the two glasses she had.

“Wine?” She asked, holding it out to me.

“Yes please” I heaved, and sat next to her.  She moved so her back was on the armrest, legs swung over my lap.

“Hey uh… is it cool if Scott comes over?” She asked, and I nodded, waving a dismissive hand.  “Good cause I already invited him” I chuckled, and clinked my glass against hers.  “So” I looked at her as I took a sip.  “How’s Stiles?” I shrugged slightly, though it was unnecessary.

“Excited for school to be over” I said plainly.

“Seemed happy to see you soon” She added, and I stayed silent, staring down into my glass.  “You were pretty quiet though, until the end” I still didn’t speak.  “I thought you were gonna tell him about Madi”

“I almost did” I finally admitted.  “I wanted to.  I really wanted to actually”

“Are you going to?” She asked, and I shrugged my shoulders, letting out a long and exasperated sigh.

“I want to Al, sometimes anyways, I really do” She nodded, prompting me to continue.  “I have thoughts about seeing him like… hold her and… and play with her and push her stroller” I smiled softly at the idea.  “Maybe rocking her late at night… or like, feeding her or something, maybe even singing, you know those weird thoughts you get”

“Come here” Allison said softly, opening her arms.  I leaned to the side, my head lying on her collarbone.  “y/n your problem isn’t just telling him about Madi, you know” She murmured.

“What’s my problem?” I asked quietly.

“You’re conflicted” She told me.  “Because you love him.  You don’t like the secrets because you love him, and because you love him you don’t want him to be disappointed in you” I let out a long breath, knowing she was right.

“Why are you such a therapist” Allison laughed softly, petting my hair before I sat back up and practically chugged my wine.  How lady like, I know.

“Anyways.  I do agree that eventually you have to tell him”

“I know”

“But I understand that you’re nervous”

“I know” You said again.  I poured myself another glass of wine, and Allison re situated her legs to no longer be on my lap, but tucked underneath herself.  I sat silently, trying to collect m thoughts.  I think that’s all I’ve been doing, trying to organize everything before delving into a master plan.  That being hiding Madi while Stiles was home.  There was just too much to think about at once.

I was thinking about moving to Canada and beginning my life as Lucy Delmotte, traveling artist and sculptor when there was a knock on the door.

“That’s Scott” Allison mused.  “It’s open!” A moment later Scott had walked in, kicking off his shoes and hanging his jacket in the hall closet.  “Hey Scott” Allison said softly as he came over.  He ended up sitting on the floor by the coffee table, where our nearly empty bottle of wine sat.

“Madi sleeping?” He asked, holding onto Allison’s hand.  I gave him a nod, watching how his thumb stroked over the back of her hand soothingly.  He hummed, pouring himself his own glass.

“Stiles comes back in two weeks” Allison began to fill in Scott.  “We’re wondering what we’re going to do” She said.  This was my favorite thing about Allison I think, it was always a ‘we’.  Never a ‘y/n’s fucked something up let’s help her fix it’.

“You want honesty?” Scott asked me, taking a drink.

“I’ll take anything at this point” I sighed.

“I think you should just tell him, pick him up from the airport and bring Madi” My eyes widened, and I rapidly shook my head.  I looked to Allison.

“I thought you said he was good with helping” I said quietly.

“I am” Scott protested.  “Is honesty such a bad thing? It’s you and Stiles, why hide it? You never keep secrets”

“I’ve never had to keep a secret” I retorted as kindly as I could manage.  “Scott, I was pregnant, and I never told him.  Do you know this eats at me every day?”

“Then you’re doing both of yourselves a favor” Scott shrugged like it was simple.  “Sure, my mom kept it low key at the hospital, and somehow Parrish managed to let the records slip away from the Sheriff’s eyes and into a file, that will probably never be opened, but this is Stiles, and you

“I don’t know what that means anymore Scott” I sighed, drinking the last of my glass, and setting it on the table.  Scott sighed, and reached up to put a hand on my knee.

“You’ll figure it out” He said slowly.  “You always did take longer to catch on”

I sat in Madi’s room for a little bit before going to bed that night.  Sometimes when it was late and she was fast asleep I’d go sit in the rocking chair in her room, in the moonlight, and just speak softly.  Usually about my day, anything really.  Once I’d get tired enough, I’d say goodnight, take the baby monitor, and go back to my own room.

Allison went home with Scott tonight, so it was just me and Madi.  But it was already midnight, so when I collapsed on my bed, I passed out.


When I woke up the next morning, my muscles ached from sleeping awkwardly.  I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I pushed myself out of bed.  My feet dragged on the carpet to Madi’s room.  She was already awake, playing a little with a stuffed blue wolf Scott had given her.  By playing I mean she was petting it with the hint of a smile on her face.  When she saw me she made a small sound, meaning she wanted me to come over and hold her.  If it was a tone lower, it meant she either needed to be fed, changed, or needed her pacifier.

“Hey there baby girl” I said with a sleepy smile.  She kicked her feet happily and I stooped over the crib to lift her up.  I yawned, holding her on my hip and wandering into the kitchen.  She made a higher pitched noise, and I opened the fridge, grabbing her bottle.  “This what you want?” I asked softly, and her hands reached out for the bottle of milk.  I chuckled quietly, holding it at the end as her mouth latched around the nipple.  I didn’t prefer to direct breastfeed, too much pain and I don’t think Madi liked it as much.  So Allison and I looked into it, and I ended up buying a breast pump.

I liked feeding her from the bottle because she would hold onto best she could, and it would always make laugh.

I was bouncing her slightly and speaking softly to her when I heard the door open.  My brows furrowed with confusion since Allison said she was staying with Scott for the day,

“Hello-” I turned, and grinned so wide when I saw Lydia there.  She was tearing up, dropping a suitcase and a purse by the doorway.

“y/n” She choked out my name, rushing over to me with open arms.  I gladly let her hug me gently for a quick moment, and her attention was soon diverted to Madi.  “She’s even more adorable than in the pictures” Lydia said.  I smiled and nodded, setting the bottle on the kitchen table.

“Would you like to hold her?” Lydia looked at me, a slight worry in her eyes.  “Don’t worry, she’s comfortable and she’ll like you.  You have a nice chest” Lydia giggled and nodded her head.

“Yes, yes I’d love to” She said, and I carefully handed Madison over.  “Wow” Lydia breathed, rocking her in her arms.

“See? You’re a natural Lyd” I said, watching as my friend and daughter smiled at each other.  “I didn’t know you were getting back today, I thought it was tomorrow”

“Eh, I drove here, so I just went through the night instead of stopping at a hotel.  I was too excited to see Madi here… and maybe at three too many Starbucks stops” I chuckled as Lydia sat on the couch.  “I love the apartment, it’s adorable and perfect” I nodded, looking around.  It was a nice size.

“So you drove here all the way from Massachusetts?”

The next two hours we just sat there catching up on the majority of our year.  I talked a lot about baby raising, and she talked a lot about the art museums in Cambridge, which was where her campus was.  We did a lot of gushing about missing each other and her being happy to meet her niece.  I’d happily deemed Lydia and Allison as Madison’s aunts not long after she was born.

“And what’re we planning to do about Stiles?” She asked, catching me off guard.

“Currently i’m planning my escape route to Alaska” I sighed, and she chuckled.  “I don’t know.  I’m torn”

“Still not going to tell him?”

“Not this time around” I answered.

“When does he come back?” Lydia asked.  I gave her a guilty look as Madi squirmed, and Lydia handed her back for me to cradle.

“A little under two weeks”


The next day Scott babysat Madi and Lydia, Allison I spent the whole day out.  There was a lot of shopping.  No seriously, Lydia made us go into every store at the mall.  Every time she turned into one saying ‘this could be good’ Allison and I gave each other a look.  Basically a lot of foot pain but worth it because hey, new clothes! It was nice being able to wear the cute stuff again.  Lydia was mostly excited for me to be wearing heels, to which I cringed.  Though I did find some cute sandal styled black wedges.  I thought they’d be fun for a beach day or something.

We ate lunch out, again catching up and talking about Stiles.  Why has this whole situation make me talk more about Stiles than I think about him? That was more than you’d think.  By the end of the day, you’d finally made your decision.

Allison, Lydia, and Scott would cover Madi for you while Stiles was visiting this summer, so he’d never see or come into contact with her.  Then, when he’s at school again, you mention wishing you had someone to take care of, and ‘adopt’ Madison while he was away.

Allison wrinkled her nose at the idea, and Lydia straight up said it was a shitty plan.

“Got any better ideas?” You asked, bouncing Madison on your knee as you were back at the apartment now.  Both girls sighed, mumbling an ‘I guess not’.  Then taking turns trying to make Madison laugh.  But she was too tired from playing all day with Scott.  Me too baby girl, you thought to yourself.

“Look guys, it’s getting to be eight I’m gonna put Madi to sleep” You said after a while.  Allison and Lydia agreed, and Allison began fixing supper for the three of you as you took your girl back to her room.  “Alright baby.. Let’s get some sleep” You hummed, setting her down in her crib, and wrapping the blankets around her.  “There… nice and cozy, yeah?” You smiled as her eyes lowly slipped shut.  “Love you Madison” I told her, and brushed a hand over her head with a slight fuzz of hair.  “So much” I stooped over to kiss her lightly at the crown of her head, and I tried to stop myself from crying.  

“y/n! Stiles is calling!” Allison called.  “I’ll answer it!” She added before I could say anything,

There was too much stress swarming me.  “I’ll see you in the morning sweetheart” I murmured.  “Goodnight” I whispered again, before finally getting back up and heading to the living room.

“Oh and here she is now” There was hushed giggles between the girls as I saw Allison clutching the phone to her ear.

“Hey, can I talk to him when you’re done-

“He’s been waiting to speak to you” Lydia wiggled her eyebrows and laughed loudly.

“GUYS!” I heard Stiles yell through the phone and I chuckled quietly.

“Alright alright fine” Allison sighed, handing the phone towards you.  “It’s for you” She sing songed and winked at me.  My brows furrowed but I managed a small laugh seeing that Lydia was laughing her ass off on the floor.  I rose the phone to my ear .

“Hello? Stiles?”

“Hey” He said, smile evident, as always.  “Hey, how’s the life in Beacon Hills?”

“Good, good, how’s DC?”

“Good…. Good” He responded.  “So I kinda had an idea that I just asked Lyd and Allison about and they made fun of me sorta”

“It’s okay, you’re used to it I’m sure” He chuckled quietly as I smiled.  “What was your big idea?” I asked.

“Well I was thinking when I’m there, we could go to San Diego” My eyes widened.

“That’s a full day of driving-”’

“Like for a whole weekend.  We could drive there on Friday, spend Saturday and Sunday, probably at a hotel or something.  We could shop and go to the zoo-”

“Why did the girls make fun of you?” I giggled.  “It sounds like a lot of fun, I’m in”

“Yeah but it’d be like… just you and me so they were laughing-”

“So?” I shrugged.  “We always have a good time together and we’ve got so much to catch up on, I just spent a year without my best friend” I gasped.  “What if you buzzcut your head again!? I can’t let that happen- promise me you’ll still have lots of hair on your head!” Stiles laughed, and you were sure that he was running his fingers through it now.

“Yeah yeah, I promise it’s all still there” He told you.

“Oh thank god, you would’ve been making the mistake of a lifetime” I breathed, putting a hand on my chest.

“What? Scott always said it was cute-”

“No, no Stiles.  Five year old buzzcuts are cute.  What you have now? Keep that.  Chicks think it’s hot” Your face grew hot the second those words left your mouth.

“I’m hot?” Stiles asked, cockiness clear in his tone.

“Don’t let it go to your head, all that good hair will fall out and you’ll lose it” He laughed again, and I sat down on my bed.  “Anyways, San Diego sounds like a lot of fun, I’ll definitely go with you”

“Sweet!” I giggled softly as he was borderline screaming.  “I’m so excited y/n, this is gonna be such a great summer”

“Yeah I do hope so” You said.  A few moments later, your baby monitor rang with the sound of Madison’s cries.  Panic surged through you as you fumbled to turn it off.  Hopefully Stiles couldn’t hear it.

“So how’s Scotty-”

“Oh, Allison’s calling for me I have to go” You lied quickly.

“Oh, okay” Stiles said.

“It was nice talking to you Stiles, love you see you soon bye” I rushed, and hung up the phone then rushed into Madi’s room, not waiting for a response.

“y/n-” Allison had just come in after I had, about to inform me of my daughter but I was already lifting her and cradling her in my arms.

“Shh… shh baby” I hushed and cooed.  I first checked her diaper, but she was clean.  “Alli can you grab her bottle? It’s in the fridge” I asked, and she nodded, leaving the room.  Lydia came in awkwardly, and ended up just standing by the wall as I rocked Madison back and forth.  “Hush Madison Rose, shh” I cooed.  “It’s okay… it’s okay”

“I wish I knew how to help” Lydia said, and I casted a kind glance her way.

“It’s okay” I said to her before looking back to Madison.

“You know uh.. I know it’s your guys’ business, but I heard you talking to Stiles” She said, a big grin pulling on her lips.

“Oh yeah, he said you guys made fun of him”

“I mean, renting a couples’ suite is sort of ‘make fun of’ worthy don’t you think?” Lydia chuckled, and my eyebrows scrunched together.  But she spoke before I could say anything about it.  “You seemed to love it though, telling him you loved him” She drew out the word loved, and my anxiety peaked.

“What!?” I whisper screamed, not wanting to make Madi cry again.  Allison rushed in with the bottle in hand.  “Thank god” I breathed, and was happy that milk was the solution because it calmed Madison instantly.

“You told him you loved him, at the end of the call.  I heard you specifically say it.  You said nice talking to you Stiles, love you, see you soon bye, like it was all one sentence” If I wasn’t holding my daughter, I’d be slapping myself in the face.

“I can’t believe I did, it was an accident I just-”

“Hey, it’s fine.  Not like he’s gonna care” Allison snickered as I slowly stopped rocking Madison.

“What? Why do you guys keep saying weird stuff like that?”

“Well he found a hotel for cheap, but it was one of those ‘romantic’ things you know? Less money cause it’s where couples go for their honeymoon or as vacation away from the kids” My eyes widened, probably the size of a saucer because that’s how it felt.  I had to force myself to blink.

“Really?” I asked quietly, glancing down to Madi.

“Yeah, he said it’s cheaper you know? And maybe she’ll dig it I dunno. He said that last part all quiet like” Allison informed you, and your heart swelled.  He wanted you to dig it.

“Yeah, yeah I would dig it” I said with a little giggle.

I spent the whole night thinking about it, and the whole next day.

“Wipe that smile off your face” Allison said the following night as she packed up a bag for Madison.  Her and Scott were taking her for the day, saying it was time for me to relax for just one day by myself.  I was very reluctant but eventually Scott gave me a twenty and I folded.  I slowly set Madison down into the crib, and ran my hands through my hair as I began to pace around the room.

“Wipe the smug look off your face” I retorted, sitting down in the rocking chair as Allison tickled Madison’s belly while she was in her crib.

“No way.  I’m watching the boy of your dreams get the girl of his dreams, you, and I’m just too… too excited about it” She gave me that wide angelic smile that I was pretty sure made Scott melt into his shoes.  I looked down at my lap, playing with the drawstrings of my sweatpants.

“I think you guys are reading into the situation- not that I don’t love the idea of us- Stiles and I- but… I don’t know it’s just not, him” Allison gave me a long face, and I shrugged, palms up with a tight smile.

“You don’t know that” She countered.

“Alli, you could say that about anything” I said softly, and she sighed, putting an extra rattle into Madi’s bag.

“I guess we’ll just have to see” She said.

Again, I spent the night pondering my Stiles fiasco.  It used to a be a few separate things, but I think they’ve all just balled into one mess.  We’d texted here and there today, and he never mentioned my not so tiny slip on the phone, so I figured he just pegged it as an accident.  Which was fine, as least there wasn’t a big situation.  But at the same time I wish I knew what went through his head when I’d said it.  I fell asleep after hours of deep brain thinking.

The next morning, the day of Madi being stolen from me baby sat by Scott and Allison for most of the day, I woke up lazily.  I was happy to see Allison making breakfast as my daughter sat in her high chair.  She let me sleep in.  That’s real friendship.

“Morning sweet pea” I said in a high voice, nearing my daughter as she gurgled and waved her arms.

“Morning to you too hot stuff” Allison responded with a short laugh.

“I wasn’t talking to you I was talking to this little bean” I said, giggling at the end, making Madison giggle too.  She held onto my fingers in each hand.  “What’re you cooking?”

“I’m making you scrambled eggs and french toast before I go” Allison responded, wiping her hands on her already messy and wrinkled tee shirt.

“Awe” I smiled her way before going back to entertaining my girl.

“Yeah I figured you’d want something nice” Allison hollered, and I heard her turning the dials of the stove, probably to off.

“Thank you” I said, walking in as she was putting the delicious meal on a plate.

“No prob hon” She said with a bug grin.  “I’m gonna go put on something presentable” I nodded, carrying my plate and a glass of juice to the table, leaving it to cool and going back to Madison.

“Someday you can eat the yummy nummy people food and not the goopy banana soup” I said, smiling big and tickling her neck.  She squealed and giggled in response, making my heart warm.  When Allison came back out, she was in jeans and a blue tee shirt with white arrows all over it.  It suited her well.  But hell, everything suits her well.  It’s Allison.  She had Madison’s bag on her shoulder, and was pushing the stroller in front of her.

“Alright, we all ready?” Allison asked, bearing the same size smile as me.

“We are!” I said enthusiastically, hoping Madi would get happy and not really realize that mommy wouldn’t be going with her today.  But she always did really well with Allison.  Allison undid the buckle around her tummy, and lifted her out of the high chair and into the stroller.  She strapped her in and smiled up at me.

“You know, we could both be called mom” She suggested, I chuckled, shaking my head.

“First of all, that would make for so many confusing parent days at the schools” I said.  “Besides the fact then she’d think Scott would also be her father and- yikes that would just be a mess” Allison pondered that for a moment, then laughed and nodded with me.

“You’re right, that’s too difficult.  I’ll stick with being the cool aunt” She winked and kneeled down to double check on Madi.

“I’d make sure you have everything but you’re always three steps ahead of me” I said with a small laugh, and Allison nodded in agreement.

“Okay well, Scott texted earlier he’s just outside the apartment in the car” She said, and I gave a slightly sad smile before crawling on the floor in front of Madi.

“Be good for Alli okay?” I said, before leaning forward and kissing her little nose.  “Muah!” She giggled, and I stood up again.  “Alright well, I guess I just wish you good luck” I shrugged, hugging Allison shortly.

“Bye honey”

“Bye Al” I waved slightly as she walked out of the apartment.

Now it was just me, and relaxation.  But being me, I had a schedule for the day.  It was eleven now, so I’d eat the breakfast Alli made me.  I’d sit in front of the television till 12:30, then go take a long bath.  Around 1:30 after soaking and giving myself a spa treatment, I’d read for a while, eating lunch around 2:00.  Madi got home at three, so I had a whole hour of free time.

The breakfast Allison made was superb, and I was on my last bite when there was a knock on the door.  I groaned.  Of course.  Of course my one day off.  It’s either Allison having forgotten something, or Lydia wanting to go shopping.  I wanted to pretend I was dead, or sleeping.  But being the kind person I (unfortunately) was, I went to answer the door.

“Lyd, I don’t wanna shop today-” 

“Hey, y/n” 

That was not Lydia.

That was

Stiles.

Fucking.

Stilinski.


HA EVIL CLIFF HANGER  im sorry guys i love you

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thx again madi for proof reading!! @celestial-writing

side note: if stiles ever shows up on your doorstep just jump onto him and latch onto him and don’t let go not even when he asks what the duct tapes for.

xoxo ~ jordie