and now you should start crying asking why

Save Her

Originally posted by 0chlophobia


Pairing: Hannah Baker x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) cheering Hannah up when she needed a friend the most.

Word Count: 1.929

Posted: 07th of May 2017

A/N: Hey guys! I decided to write some Hannah imagines too. I never received any requests for her, so if you ever want to request, I am accepting them.
I hope that you enjoy this fic. Thank you so much for the love and the support that I am receiving from some of you, I appreciate everything! Honestly. Hope you keep on reading my fics and just request if you want some imagines. Thank you.

- G. x


“Hey Hannah, are you fine?” You worriedly asked her as you noticed that she was crying when she got out of Mr. Porter’s office. You carefully threw the pen on the desk and wrapped your arms around your friend’s body, trying to cheer her up.

It happened that you were in the department’s office as the secretary called you to sign some papers for the administration before going home.

“I’m fine, (Y/N).” She answered as she tried to dry her eyes, but too late because you already saw that she was going through something bad. “Don’t worry.” You broke the hug and you gathered the papers that you had to sign. You observed Hannah and she had dark eyes and a soulless body. It seemed like she was about to give up on her life.

“Nope,” You shook your head as you signed the papers as fast as you could. “we’re going to Monet’s and have a cup of hot chocolate.”

“I’m fine, really.” She flashed you a broken smile and you knew that she felt better, because finally someone stopped her and cared. You knew Hannah and she would never bother people to ask for help.

“No way!” You insisted and you thanked the secretary when you finished what you had to do. “You need to tell me some things and you pour your heart out, because you should let everything out.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).” She gratefully smiled at you and you gathered your backpack that has been thrown on the floor before signing the papers.

“Let’s go.” You grabbed her hand and you excitedly led her out of the office. She laughed at you because of your actions, she appreciated how excited you were because no one ever showed her their excitement whenever they would go out with Hannah. You knew that she needed someone beside her, someone who would give her some attention.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Your friend Zach greeted you as he met you in the middle of the hallway and you smiled at him. “Want to join us at Jessica’s house?” You looked at Alex, Justin and Montgomery, who were standing behind him.

“Sorry, I need to go somewhere with Hannah, maybe next time.” You answered as you chose to help Hannah, instead of hanging out with your close friends. You wanted to make some differences and to help someone who was really in need.

“Go with them, they need you more than I do.” Hannah let your hand go, whilst you shook your head. “Go on.” She uncomfortably looked at your friends and they somehow felt disgusting for what they have done in the past.

“I have priorities here, Hannah,” You smiled at her and declined your friends’ request. You gave a meaningful stare to your friends as some of them had issues with Hannah and they just nodded as they understood what you meant. “and, this time, you are that priority.” You looked at her and she flashed you a wide smile, a true and sincere one.

Hannah has been bullied by some of your friends and you have always despised them because of that. They ruined her reputation and you were trying to fix her once again, trying to help her to find the Hannah she lost few months ago.

“Have fun!” Alex happily said as he knew what you were trying to do. Alex was one of the reasons why Hannah got bullied by some students at school and you hated him for touching Bryce’s list to make Jessica jealous. You hated him, but you knew that he was already feeling sorry about it, so you remained friends.

“Thanks, Alex! See you around.” You smiled at them and you started to walk to the parking lot. You led Hannah to your car and you drove to Monet’s.

You hinted that Hannah was happy to be with you that moment. You noticed her singing softly to some songs that have been played in your car and she would even dance sometimes. Her mood was surely different from her mood in the office before.

“Two cups of hot chocolate.” Skye, a waiter and a student at Liberty High, declared as she carried a tray with two mugs on it. She put the blue mugs on the table and she wished you a good day.

“Thank you, Skye!” You sweetly thanked her and she smiled back at you, relaxing her shoulders a little bit. She started to go back to the counter and you glanced at Hannah.

“Why are you so nice to people, (Y/N)?” Hannah curiously questioned as she took a sip from her mug.

“Well,” You put the mug back on the table as you started to answer Hannah’s perplexities. “I never know what’s going on in other people’s life, Hannah. You should always be nice, because you don’t know what could happen to them or what’s going on with them.”

“Then why your friends never bothered themselves to be nice, not even for once.” Hannah asked as she was referring to your friends’ chaos. You remembered how Hannah spent her time with some of your friends before, but she just ended up crying. All she wanted was to have some friends.

“I don’t know, Hannah. I know them for many years now and they are goofballs and assholes,” You sadly shook your head as you said the truth. “but I really don’t know why they threw their hearts away and be that cruel to you, I don’t know why things happened one thing above the other. The only thing that I know is that I’ve always been here beside you and I will always be here to cheer you up, to stand up for you.”

“(Y/N), everything is just so hard.” Hannah bit her lower lip, trying not to cry. She thought of the events that happened to her, the days when she felt pity for herself. “I feel empty inside.”

“It is Hannah, I can imagine how hard it was. Unluckily, people mess things up and they barely use their brains to think.” You seriously said and you took the cup to sip from your mug. “I can’t undo the past, but you can always talk about it. I will always listen to you and I will never get tired.”

“I am afraid to bother people.” Hannah said. “People don’t trust me anymore, I would get those dirty looks and those meaningful judging looks from the people around me.” Her tears started to roll down her face.

“People suck.” You sincerely said and Hannah smiled at you. She let her tears stream down her face and she took a sip from her mug. “And you know that I will never judge you, I never did.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).” She gratefully said as she looked into your eyes. She found a friend when she needed one the most and you were so happy that you helped someone. Maybe this is one of the steps how to save a life.

“You don’t have to thank me, Hannah. You shouldn’t feel that you are bothering people when you need help, don’t be afraid to seek for some help.” You told her, hoping that she kept it as some good advices. “So, what are you keeping in your heart? What are your problems, maybe we can solve them, together?”

“Uhm…” Hannah bit her lip and she wiped her tears away, drying her red cheeks.

“Whenever you want, okay? Whenever you feel comfortable on telling me.” You caressed her hand in a friendly way. You wanted to make her feel safe and protected.

“No, it’s not that.” She shook her head. “It’s that I want to have a new start, I want to leave my problems in the past. I know that I can trust you and I will always do.” She positively said. Having you beside her motivated Hannah to begin her life once again, to start a new journey, to see things in a positive way.

“That’s the spirit, girl!” You cheered her and she laughed loudly, finally forgetting of the difficulties and the weight in her chest before. “You don’t work tonight, right?”

“Right!” She answered you with a wide smile, her eyes shining and emanating happiness. “What do you have in store?”

“I am thinking of a movie at Crestmont Theatre right now. I heard from Clay that there’s a cool movie about amazing things tonight.” You suggested excitedly.

“Sure, that’s a nice idea.” She nodded her head enthusiastically and you smiled at her. She seemed a little child, excited for Disneyland. “But before that, can we go to my house? I need to change.”

“Yes, of course.” You smiled at her as you both finished your hot chocolates. You both laughed when you had a simple stare. You both felt great and relieved, mostly Hannah. She found someone who really appreciated her presence and a friend.

Once Hannah opened her bedroom door for you, you already felt welcomed in her personal space. You started to wander around Hannah’s room when she entered her bathroom, preparing for your friendly date together.

Her room was clean and rose-scented. The walls were full of posters and pictures and her school desk was clean too, no messy stuffs around. Everything was on their place and the bed was perfectly made too.

“Hannah?” You called for her attention when she got out of the bathroom. You noticed somethings on her desk that amazed you and you were so curious to know what they were all about.

“Yes?” She stopped in front of the desk, putting her eyes on the things that you found on her desk.

“Why are these tapes here?” You grabbed one and you admired it while holding it in your hand. The tape had a cover with some cute drawings on it and there was a number three drawn with a blue nail polish on one side of the tape. “Is it a project?”

“Oh, no.” Hannah smiled widely. “I recorded them just for something.”

“Can I listen to them?” You shook the tape as you were so astonished that someone still used these stuffs. “How many are there?” You put the tape back on her desk carefully.

“No! It’s not that important.” Hannah protested and she took the blue and black shoe box on her desk. She looked at it for a while before she threw it in one of her desk drawers, together with the tape you were admiring before. “There were six tapes in that box with twelve sides, but I might break them because I don’t need them anymore.”

You looked at Hannah and she had a great big smile on her face. She felt good and wanted during that moment, because she finally found someone who could help her, someone who never judged her, someone who wasn’t afraid to stand up for her.

“I don’t need them anymore, now that I have my friend with me.” She winked at you and you both laughed, although you didn’t know to what she was really referring with those tapes.

“Always.” You gave her one true smile and she ran to you to give you a tight hug. You hugged her back and you felt nice that you helped her in a copacetic way.

“Thank you.” Hannah mumbled as she rested her chin on your shoulder, lingering the feeling of having a friend with her. You couldn’t understand for what exactly she was thanking you for but you assume that it was for helping her earlier. “You saved me today.”


anonymous asked:

Okay okay but get this.. . ... insecure Lance with vitiligo I cannot believe this isn't already a thing give me my beautiful space son who's fLipping out because the foundation he had on him leaving earth isn't going to last forever and he really really doesn't want the team to know about anything that will make him different and mark him as a freak like everyone has always said

AHHHH I literally screamed when I saw this. 

Thank you <3 

I sorta went a different way with this. Sorry!

“Stop. It. You can’t cry right now.” Lance inhaled as much oxygen as he could before his lungs hitched and he coughed it out. 

“If you cry the foundation will wear off. So knock it off.” Lance ran his shaking hands through his hair. He didn’t know if he was talking to vent or help himself but he wish he would stop babbling like some teenage girl. 

Lance sat down on the edge of the bathtub glaring at the water. Shiro told them to wash up, but how could he wash away the only thing that is keeping him normal. Lance wanted to take a bath he really did. He wanted to try out the Altean soaps and face masks. He wanted to treat himself™ just like he would at the Garrison. Maybe Allura has some makeup, we have similar skin tones. Lance stood up and marched out of his room, he needed to find the princess. 

-

“Princess?” Lance hesitantly knocked on her bedroom door. 

“Yes Lance? Why aren’t you out of armor yet? Shiro told you to wash up.” Allura stood up from her where she was perched on her bed. 

“I kn-know. But I have a question for you.” Lance hugged his body, praying his sweat didn’t ruin the foundation anymore than what it was. 

“Well what is it?” Allura gestured for Lance to enter her room and he awkwardly stood in the middle of it while she sat on the edge of her bed. 

“Do Alteans have makeup?” Lance’s voice was so small it made him feel 5. 

“Makeup? Well of course!” Allura jumped up from her seat. “We have a lot of different kinds.” She smiled at him, hoping to relieve his stiff posture. 

“Do you have foundation to match my skin tone.” Lance gestured to his face. 

Allura stood up and placed her hand on his face, pretending she didn’t feel him flinch. “I think we do, mine might not work since it was made especially for me however,” Allura grabbed a small scanner off her desk and made her way back over to the boy, “this scanner will give us the number and type we need to match your skin perfectly.” 

She gently grabbed his hand and placed his finger under the scanner. It flashed a purple light for a few seconds before it beeped green and produced a small chip. 

Allura grabbed the chip “Now I’ll put this in a machine and it will have it made by the time you are done cleaning up.” 

Lance released a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “Can I get it sooner?” 

“Why do you need it so soon?” Allura chuckled a little bit. 

“I just need it that’s all.” Lance said a bit quietly, too quiet for Alluras liking.

“Once it’s done I’ll drop it off at your room. Okay?” Allura gently said. 

“Okay.” 

“Now go clean up.” And Lance left. 

-

Lance sunk down into the tub, letting the water surround him. He slowly submerged himself completely under water and let his mind wander. 

Ugly, Freak, Weirdo, Whats wrong with your face?

 Lance could still hear the kids voices like they said them yesterday. He could still remember the snickers he heard behind his back. He could remember how teachers would look at him sympathetically. He could still feel the shoves from the kids when he asked to play with them. He remembered crying to his mama asking why this happened to him. He remembered his sister teaching him how to do makeup and attempting too help his confidence. Sadly he was only confident with 3 different layers of makeup plastered on his face and arms. 

Lance rose his head from the water and touched his face and smeared the makeup off his face. He drained the water, stood up, turned on the shower and started scrubbing his arms and face. 

What would the team think? He wasn’t normal. He was a freak. 

He watched the water drain down, taking the brown makeup with it. After the water cleared he turned of the shower and dried off. 

Lance put on his pants and started to sort through the different Altean supplies. He found something that resembled lavender and started to apply it to his face. He attempted not to stare at the different color patches that scattered his face. He moved down to his arms, where it only started happening a year prior. He dropped the container when he saw a small patch forming on his stomach. 

“Fuck.” Lance leaned over the sink, not even trying to stop his tears. 

“Why, why, why.” Lance grabbed his hair. He was about to get back into the tub when Allura knocked on his bathroom door. 

“Lance! It’s done~” Allura seem to sing. 

“Ca-Can you ju-just leave it out-outside my door?” Lance nearly punched himself for his voice cracking. 

“Are you alright Lance?” Allura asked, curiosity and concern plaguing her voice.

“Yes.” 

“No you’re, not….I hope you’re decent because I’m coming in.” Before Lance could react the bathroom door was opening and he was face to face with Allura who was holding a bottle. 

Allura opened and closed her mouth and Lance grabbed a towel and wrapped his torso up in it, happy that he was wearing pants. 

After a few moments of unbearable silence Lance bit out “Go on laugh, I don’t care. Just leave the bottle and go.” 

“Lance.” Allura gently grabbed the towel  from Lance and brought his face closer. “I would never laugh a you for something like this.” She opened the bottle and put a few drops of the liquid on Lances face and started to rub it in. 

Lance stared at Allura as she continued to apply the makeup on Lance. “What?” She asked. 

“Why are you being so nice?” Lance mumbled out. 

“Why wouldn’t I be nice? You can’t help this,” she gestured towards his arms. “Plus this doesn’t changed anything about you. I’ll even keep it a secret from the team if you need.” 

Lance started crying again and Allura hugged him. She gently ran her fingers through his hair. 

Lance hugged her back. “Do you think the team will judge me?”

“They would never.” Allura softly said. 

“Should I tell them?”

“Only if you want.” 

“Will you help me?”

“Of course. Now lets get you ready for dinner.” 

Lance smiled and started to distract himself from the voices of the kids that echoed in his mind. 

Happy Ending! I think? 

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Blind Date

Summary: After plenty of failed blind dates, there’s one that finally works out, thanks to a stranger.

Characters: Reader x Tom Holland + squad

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,722

A/N: I can’t take credit for the plot because it was all Okina’s (@gounderoos) idea! I honestly didn’t think I could write this out so fast, but it was such an easy one to write for some reason. Enjoy!


Ever since you started having crushes in middle school, you were open to having that innocent love that all your friends seemed to have. However, you struggled and were never able to get to that level. As you got older, you thought that love would come your way eventually, but it never did. You attended homecoming and prom, third wheeling with your best friend and boyfriend, who were always too kind to you and never made you feel awkward about the situation. You were just unfortunate to be that person who was open to dating, but no one ever approached you. You didn’t know why because you knew you were a good person, more than average in appearance, you thought, and an overall vibrant personality.

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Tyler Down x Reader- Smile for The Camera

Request: an x reader with Tyler Down where they get matched up by the dollar valentine and they go on a date or something (with smut)

Also my first time writing smut so bare with me xx


I woke up one day, to my annoying alarm. I got up and got dressed, ready to get to school. Today is the day we get our results for our dollar valentines. I couldn’t wait until I got mine though. I’ve been wanting to go on a date lately, but school has been getting in the way. I drove to school and entered through the doors. Figures, there is a swarm around the booth to pick the valentines up. I waited in line for about 10 minutes and finally got to my turn.

“Hey, Sheri” I smiled greeting Sheri

She smiled back, “Hey, y/n, need your valentine?”

“Yes, please”

She then handed my the paper and I looked over it:

Tyler Down
(534) 823-2343

Clay Jensen
(534) 493-3923

Zach Dempsy
(534) 281- 3958

I looked at the list in my hands. Well, I don’t like, Zach. Clay’s alright, but not exactly my type. So Tyler is my last option. He’s cute, and nice from what I hear around. I try to look for him in the crowd, but can’t find him. I turn around, about to walk away, but suddenly bumped into a chest.

“I’m sorr-” but stopped when I saw who it was, “Oh, Tyler, I was just about to try to find you.”

“Me?” he looks shocked, “Why me?”

I then hold up the paper to his face, smiling,

“You’re my dollar valentine, silly” I say laughing

He responded a little quickly, “U-uh why not pick Clay, or Zach?” 

“Do you not want to go with me, Tyler?”

“It’s not that, you just are very relevant to everyone, you’re popular, and I don’t think you would want to come with me. I’ll see you around, y/n.” he says waving, and walking away.

I huff in defeat. Okay, Mr. Down. We can play that game if you want to. I get what I want, regardless of what it is. I start walking to my Algebra II class, already wanting to go home. I sit in my chair, thinking of what I can do to get Tyler to go on a date. He likes taking pictures, maybe I can use that as an excuse to get him to go out with me. That’ll probably work.

As soon as I left, I looked to find Tyler. I spotted him talking to some girl, that I don’t care to know, I walked up to him. 

“Hey, Tyler, can I talk to you?” I said as quickly as I could.

The random girl then gave me a dirty look, “Why do you need to talk to him?”

Is this his girlfriend or something? The fuck is her problem. She doesn’t even know me, and I don’t know her, so why is it such a huge problem if I need to talk to him.

I then smiled, “Um, who are you, exactly?”

Tyler interjected before this could get worst, “She’s my friend, what do you need, y/n?”

This was my chance to get him to go out with me.

“I need you to take pictures of me today, please?” I said sweetly.

He gave me a weird, but curious look, “Why?”

“Because, the yearbook is starting to be made, I don’t want pictures of me that don’t look right. Tyler, please?” I huffed out

The girl then groaned, “Obviously, he doesn’t want to. Can you fuck off now? I’m trying to talk to him”

Okay, she’s really starting to annoy me. Time to do the guilt trip. I started quivering my lip, and tears started building in my eyes. Tyler looked at me in shocked as tears started rolling down my cheeks. Thank god for drama classes.

“Y/n, why are you crying?” Tyler asked while staring at me in shock.

I then cried into my hands, “I just want you to take pictures of me, I don’t want to look bad in yearbook photos”

Tyler sighed then looked at the girl apologetically, “I’m sorry, I should go with her, we’ll go out another time, yeah?”

The girl glared at me, I then winked at her. She mumbled a response and stormed away. I wiped my tears away, and looked up at Tyler, then hugged him tightly.

“Thank you so much! This means a lot, and I appreciate it. Text me later for details” I said cheerfully, and walked away happily.

I was in Chemistry, then all of a sudden my phone vibrated, I looked down to see a text from an unknown number. 

(Hey, Y/n, I would like to take you out before we actually start with the pictures. Is that fine?)

(Yeah, that’s fine. Any particular place you would like to go?

(To an Italian restaurant, then to my place?)

(Sure, thanks, Tyler)

(Of course, gorgeous)

(Aw, you’re sweet, thanks so much)

I then put my phone down, and got excited for my date with Tyler, I have always been intrigued by Tyler, though I never had a full blown conversation with him. He always seemed nice, and shy. I liked shy guys more than any other of the guys who hit on me. The school day was now over, and I was heading home to get dressed for tonight.

I heard my phone buzz, and looked down and seen I had a text from Tyler, saying that he was outside. I looked in the mirror one last time, and walked out of my house to see Tyler waiting in his car. Wow, what a gentleman he is. I’ll cut some slack since he doesn’t usually go on many dates.

I walked down my sidewalk and entered his car in the passenger seat. I looked at him for a moment, and noticed how attractive he actually is. His blue eyes looked deeply into mine, and his messy brown hair looks so soft to the point I just want to run my hands through it. 

He smiled at me softly, “Hey, y/n”

“Hi. Thanks for accepting tonight, by the way.”

“No problem, I always wanted to ask you out, but I was always nervous that you would say no”

Interesting. He always wanted to go out, but thought he would get rejected. This makes me feel 10x better about what he thinks of me. 

“Aw, that’s nice. I wouldn’t have said no, I give everyone a chance” I replied to him. 

He just smiled and looked away, he started his car and we started off into the night. We arrived at this fancy looking Italian restaurant, and I was thrilled. He came around, and opened the door for me this time. Aw, so he knows how to be a gentleman when he wants. 

“Thank you, kind sir” I said laughing

He replied laughing under his breath, “Sense of humor, I see”

We took our seats, and looked through the menu. I looked up, and found him looking at me.

“Yes?” I asked curiously 

“You’re so beautiful….” he said in a trance. 

I looked down, unsure of what to say. I’m never nervous on dates, but with Tyler, it’s different. I want to know more about him, I’m so intrigued by him.

“Thanks, Tyler, it means a lot”

“You’re welcome, y/n, I just thought you should know”

We got our meals, and started eating. We had small conversation here, and there. I then started wondering if he was a virgin, or not. He seems like one, but you can’t really judge. I’ll ask him soon, it’s pretty awkward to ask at a restaurant. We finished our meals, then walked to his car. While we were driving, I decided to have a little fun with Tyler, just for experimental reasons.

I slowly moved my hand on his thigh, and rubbed circles around. I looked up at Tyler, and seen him biting his lip, while trying to focus on the road. I moved up higher, and higher, then got to his crotch. I started palming him through his jeans.

“Y-y/n, what are you doing?” he asked with a shaky voice

“Just trying something new. How long until we get to your house?”

“Um, about 4 minutes” he replied slowly

I unzipped his zipper, and took his cock out. I started stroking him. He moaned, and tried his best to focus on the road. I had an idea pop into mind and stopped all together.

“Just pull over somewhere, baby” I said flirtatiously

He then pulled over in a secluded area and shut the car off, and leaned back. I leaned over and kissed him. He groaned on my mouth and licked around my lips, asking for permission. I opened my mouth, and moaned while his tongue explored my mouth. I continued stroking him while he pleasured me with his tongue.

“Y/n, can I take pictures of you?” he asked nervously 

I replied hesitantly,  “For your eyes only?” 

“My eyes only”

“Okay, go ahead, babe”

I went into his back seat, and looked into his eyes, which were filled with lust. He came back with me with his camera. I took off my shirt, and shorts. I  kissed him passionately, and pulled off his jeans and boxers. I then grabbed his cock and licked the tip. I looked up, and seen his camera pointing at me. I continued licking him, and seen a flash. He moaned then I took all of him into my mouth, and bobbed my head. Tyler grabbed my hair and pushed me down more. I lifted off him, and started to undress.

He dragged me by my legs and pulled my closer to him, until I was underneath him. He kissed down my collarbone, and dragged his soft hair along with every movement he made. He began to leave small bites on my chest and traced my shoulders, and neck with his tongue.

“Tyler, I need you, now” I insisted.

He leaned up, and bit my lip. He started kissing me all over my neck, ears, and lips. 

“Very well.” He whispered. 

His eyes were filled with lust as he started kissing towards my crotch. He pulled down my shorts, along with my thong, and revealed my bear to him. His lips made smooches on my thighs, that were rough, but just the right amount of it. His tongue lifted my clit from it’s original position. His vibrations while he moaned, we’re giving me chills up my spine. I just shut my eyes, and enjoyed the pleasure I am receiving.

He came back up, and began kissing me. Tired of his play, I pushed myself into him as he started to buck his hips in slow motions. He started off slow, and I admit, I wanted more. 

“Tyler, baby, please go faster” I begged. 

He obeyed and grabbed my hips ramming into me. I was getting close, and he knew it. The friction coming from our bodies together, and his moans sent me over the edge. I climaxed onto him, and after 3 thrusts, he followed after. He pulled out, and fell next to me.

We both in silence, breathing heavily, and trying to calm down. I just looked at the ceiling of his car, thinking of the things this shy boy, just did to me.

Tyler then looked at me, “What are we now?”

“I think you should decide that” I replied shakily 

He looked down, and kissed me with so much passion.

I want to be with you, and I’ll make you the happiest girl, y/n” He said out of pure feelings.

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anonymous asked:

lowkey can't wait to see you spazz over youngjae's nekkid selfie BECAUSE I WAS IN TEARS LIKE HOW DARE HE?!?!

My darling anon,

WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU BRING THIS UP??? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME??? WHAT MADE YOU THINK IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO HAVE THIS CONVERSATION??? and most importantly

WHO ALLOWED THIS?????

WHO???? (because it sure as heck wasn’t Mr. ‘Youngjae-is-mine-and-you-can’t-even-dream-about-him’ Jaebum)

But seriously WHAT THE ACTUAL FRICKITY-FRACK???? WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO PULL, CHOI YOUNGJAE??? WHAT’S YOUR GAME??? (You want me to explode???? Well. Done. akhdKLDHAKLHA)

I mean, I thought it was bad enough when he posted that tank-top selca back in November with all that skin and that look at the camera and just….

AND THEN HE STARTED PULLING THAT CRAP WITH THE FLIRTY BED SELCAS LIKE

WHO????

ASKED????

YOU?????? 

I never signed up for this. I was perfectly content with him being gorgeous and handsome and precious and adorable and NOT A KING OF PROBLEMATIC SELCAS.

AND THEN HE SHOWS UP AND THROWS THIS AT ME????

THIS????

I just…. he just…… this just…….. there are five moles visible right there AND THREE OF THEM ARE ON HIS NECK AND SHOULDER and my brain can NO LONGER COMPUTE BYE. 

Listen. I am all for an appreciation for how gorgeous Youngjae is, but COULD HE HAVE TONED IT DOWN JUST A LITTLE BIT??? I mean. We’re talking about his eyes being all cute and gorgeous and aimed right at us, and that’s enough already, but then he’s got his adorable nose looking even more precious upside-down, and his precious little ears being so incredibly cute and totally visible next to his TWO-TONED HAIR STYLE THAT LOOKS SO GOOD??? AND HIS JAWLINE LOOKING SO NICE EVEN WITH THE WEIRD FILTER??? AND THEN HIS LIPS BEING ALL PINK AND POUTY AND JUST—no. I can’t. And we hAVEN’T EVEN GOTTEN PAST HIS FACE YET. ANON. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME??? I’VE BEEN TRYING TO REPRESS THIS IN ORDER TO LIVE AND NOW. That neckline. That nape. Those collarbones. Those broad shoulders. THOSE FRICKING MOLES BEING ALL THERE AND VISIBLE AND ADORABLE AND– I don’t have a thing about his moles. What are you talking about?

I just.

I’m not okay, anon. Why does he do this to me? Why??

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You hadn’t wanted them to know but it had only took one look from your siblings and they had known, even without you starting to cry again.

Now Izzy made you tea and tried to cheer you up but you still asked yourself what you had done wrong. Why did he break up with you, out of nowhere?

“I knew he wasn’t serious!”, Jace growled.
“We should talk to him”, Alec suggested and you jumped.
“That wouldn’t change anything”, you gave back and Alec nodded.
“It will change something. Depending on what he says, I will only hurt him a little bit or break his noise.”
Jace seemed to agree with his parabatai and Izzy giggled next to you, so even you had to smile. Maybe this jerk had broken your heart but at least you had your siblings who would always have your back. 


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I Promise You (M)

Originally posted by tiffanystherapeutics

Title: I Promise You.

Genre: Angst, Prince AU, fluff?

Member: Suho.

Word Count: 2959.

Description: You’re a Princess, Suho is a Prince and your husband and one day you will be the King and Queen of his people. But first, Suho has to make you believe he really does love you.

The castle felt like a prison tower to you, no matter how beautiful it was inside and out you had the bitter taste of hate on the back of your tongue that grew worse in taste the longer you were here. You would walk the halls glaring at every painting, at every tree or blue sky behind the glass windows and you would grit your teeth at the maids wandering around as they attended their duties, something you made hard for them at times.

Because as long as you were in the same castle as Kim Joonmyeon, you would never accept the life you were living. The castle was peaceful, it was most days, except for when Prince Suho had his guests visit him, or when he threw those forever boring parties where you would be forced to sit next to him and watch him converse with his fellow royalty and couples would dance in each other’s arms as classical music filled the ballroom.

And you were no different, you had been raised into a beautiful princess, growing up knowing one day your father would stand in front of you and your prince would be next to him, giving you a sweet, real smile before laying a delicate kiss to your cheek. And that would be when you didn’t mind that your father was marrying you off to another kingdom so he could make his own stronger.

But the ring on your finger burned your skin and the big diamond many fawned over was the ideal thing to jab yourself in the eye with so you wouldn’t have to look at the disgustingly handsome face of your so called husband.

Because no matter how innocent Suho’s face showed he was, he was a sickening, cunning man. Charming when people were around but the devil when you were forced to be alone with him. And you had fallen for that sickeningly sick act, at first, it was different to you than it was to others. Genuine, it was genuine. At first, Suho was caring, he was a charmer and an honourable prince in your eyes, you were happy to take his last name because, by the time you stood in front of him at the altar, your heart was in his hands.

But Suho only wanted the best for his castle, for his kingdom and his future, he didn’t love you, he didn’t care for you and used you as an item to show off to others because you came from a well-known family.

And unless Suho went back to the man you first met, unless he genuinely loved you, you would find a way to leave, because you were not the next Rapunzel in the making that’s for sure.

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You stared through the thick glass windows, your eyes naturally casting to one of the few that were open to let a natural breeze into the greenhouse, this is the only place you would crave for when you managed to leave, to run away and lose your identity as the princess and Kim Joonmyeon’s wife.

Glassiness, your eyes mimicked the windows you were looking through, glistening with the threat of distraught tears leaving to make their trail down your cheeks. All you wanted was to be in the warmth of your mother’s hugs, with that familiar feeling of safety wrapping around you as she whispered words of comfort into your ear.

But that was impossible because you knew your mother was so far away it would take you several days to get back to her if you even tried. Because this was a battle for land, the more you had the stronger you were. And here you were caught in the middle of it all whilst your father gained more of the power he dreamed of owning, alone and unable to fall under that false feeling of being outside the squeaky clean windows once provided, because your father never cared for you, he had only ever wanted a son, and you weren’t a son to be loved by him. You were a daughter, not someone that he wanted to take his throne, a disgrace in his eyes and someone he wanted to get rid of.

It was beautiful outside, the grass was a perfect green and as you watched the fountain you could imagine what the water flowing must have sounded like. There were the prettiest flowers you had ever laid your eyes upon outside too. If only you could get a look at them up close, you were sick of the ones in the greenhouse that just screamed royalty and wealth. You wanted to feel what the sun would really be like on your skin, not how the windows reflected it into your eyes so you had to squint. You wanted to listen to the sound of pure nature around you, not the mumbling voices of maids who did their best make sure you didn’t get dressed with your own hands, as if you were not capable of clothing your own body.

You wanted to escape the hell you had been forced into, but you knew if you ran away it would be a difficult mission. You were well known now that you were a newlywed, there were maids everywhere who were bound to tell Suho if they saw you leaving and if you ever did escape, your father would kill you if it weren’t for the fact that you were now married to a powerful man. But that didn’t stop you from spilling tears because you knew you wouldn’t be feeling the sun on your skin anytime soon.

“What’s got you sitting in here alone in a state of depression?” There was that voice you had grown to hate The fact that you were able to hate it was just as much of a shock as it was that Suho was even in the same room as you, talking to you right now.

“Please just go away Suho, you know this isn’t going to end well” You muttered in response because you were right, if Suho stayed in a room alone with you, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut or his opinions to himself. Whenever the two of you were alone it started with heated words that grew in volume until you were left in tears, facing the hell that had became your reality.

Because everything ended in arguments for the two of you.

“My wife has been sitting here alone crying for long enough, why should I leave now?” He asked, coming closer until you could see Suho standing with his arms crossed from the corner of your eye.

“Don’t you have some important work to attend or guests to entertain?” You frowned, making sure he couldn’t see your face as he took another step forward.

“I see what I feared most has finally happened Y/N” Suho mumbled, he sat down next to you, his back to the windows of the greenhouse so he was still looking at you.

“What happened this time?” You snapped, thinking he was talking about something related to his work as a royal prince and Suho turned to stare at you.

“You’ve grown to hate me, haven’t you Y/N?” He frowned and you looked away as you scoffed.

“That started a long time ago Suho, you’re a little late if you’ve only just noticed” You frowned and Suho shook his head.

“I wasn’t ready to be married, it’s a big step you know?”

“No I don’t, I’ve never experienced such things so please, do explain” You huffed full of sarcasm, he always did this, telling you his stories as if you would feel some sort of sympathy for him if he sat down and gave you a sob story.

“I’m in love with you Y/N, please, I beg that you never doubt that even though I never show you that I am. I loved you long before we got married, long before any of this fight for power and land started. But I didn’t want to get married yet, your father only uses you, you know that right? He knew how much I loved you because I was planning to ask you out the same day he came up with the proposal that we get married and you were so surprisingly happy about it that I couldn’t help but to agree to your father’s wishes. But he only wanted more range, more power and people to be under his control, and I didn’t realise until it was too late and you were so cluelessly happy about getting married that I didn’t know what to do-”

“I was never clueless Suho, I knew exactly what my father was doing, he’s done it so many times before. Do you believe what my parents actually have was ever love? Will ever be love? He’s only after my grandfather’s kingdom, and he’ll have that soon too. I’m not here for these stories, go entertain someone else with them” You stood up, wrapped your jacket tightly around your body, rushed out of the greenhouse and down the hall, away from where Suho was left sitting frozen in astonishment.

“I’ve seriously fucked up this time” Suho muttered and quickly rose to his feet to follow you.

You swung the door shut behind you, letting the bang echo down the hall as you ran to the bed and fell onto it with a scream of frustration. You struggled out of your jacket that was making you feel claustrophobic now and wrapped your arms around one of your pillows, hugging it tightly as you continued to sob to yourself.

“Y/N” Suho knocked on the door, waiting for two seconds before he opened it, remembering this was his room as well.

“Just please, leave me alone Suho” You whimpered, but Suho refused and instead walked over to the bed, moving to lay down so you were face to face. You opened your eyes when the bed could be felt sinking under another bodies weight and Suho reached out to brush the hair out of your face.

“Look at what I’ve done to you. I really am so sorry Y/N” Suho held a certain sadness in his eyes, you could see it so well when he was this close to you. Your breath left you through shaky exhales as Suho moved until your foreheads were touching and you really were face to face. Your eyes fluttered shut on instinct, hiding from Suho who scanned and traced every feature of your face with his eyes.

“I really do love you, please believe me Y/N” Your eyes squeezed as they remained shut, a choked sob left you and you could hear Suho moving again. He was hugging you, having thrown the pillow away from your hold Suho held you in his own arms tightly, keeping your face close to his as he sighed.

“I’m a horrible person and husband, I don’t know how to make that up to you Y/N but I am so undeniably sorry”

“Suho” You whispered, opening your eyes and staring at the man that was so close to you. You couldn’t get the hammering of your heart to stop, no matter how much you had forced yourself to hate him, you still had a soft spot for Suho. You knew you loved him deep down behind the façade of anger you put up.

“Y/N, I hope you can forgive me and I hope you’ll let me show you how much I love you” This was the first time there were no arguments, no screaming and shouting at each other and no hateful things being said to each other. This was the first time in a long time Suho had kissed you, it had been so long that when his lips moulded against yours the feeling was almost foreign. The kiss left you stunned, every emotion Suho was trying to talk to you about could be felt on his lips and your hands formed fists that clenched onto the material of his shirt as Suho slowly moved. With one hand on your shoulder, he had moved you onto your back, following by moving above you, using his elbows to hold himself up, but not enough to stop his body from pressing against yours.

His hands were under your shirt and you didn’t have the heart to stop him, you didn’t want to stop him. All you could do was move with him as he sat up, pulling your shirt over his head and undoing the buttons on his own, letting the shirt slide of his shoulders and drop to the ground next to the bed.

“If you don’t want to do this we can stop now Y/N” His hands were next to your head as he stared down at you, looking you straight in the eyes as you stared back at him. You shook your head, words weren’t needed and Suho understood, leaning back down to leave a trail of soft kisses in his wake as he made the journey down your body.

“I will show you how much you mean to me Y/N” Suho voiced, barely above a whisper and you whimpered his name as your body shook with tears still leaving your eyes. Suho slid your pants down your legs, taking your underwear with them as he marvelled at the beauty before him.

“You’re gorgeous Y/N” Suho breathed.

“Suho” You whimpered and Suho crawled back up your body to wipe away your tears.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’m sorry” He kissed ever nook and cranny of your face, showering you with his love as Suho removed his pants and his fingers feathered over the heated skin of your thighs. His fingers slipped through your folds and your breath hitched as you bit down on your lip, almost drawing blood from it. Suho watched your reaction, feeling your nails press into his skin, also close to drawing blood as your back curved away from the bed until your abdomen was pressing against his.

You were sobbing, your breaths left you in quick sharp inhales and exhales as Suho entered a third finger to your heat. Your fingers dragged themselves down Suho’s back and you found yourself touching everywhere you could physically reach on Suho until your legs clenched around his hand and you high travelled through you like waves.

When it was over Suho pried your legs open and his fingers left you, he licked them clean, leaving you shocked as he leant down to kiss you. Suho rocked his hips against yours slowly, putting skin against skin with several rolls of his hips as you mewled through the kiss. Suho began lining himself up at your entrance, a hand on your hip bone as he pulled away from the kiss with heavy breaths.

“Are you ready for this Y/N?” Suho asked as he stared into your eyes, waiting for your answer.

“I’m ready Suho, let me be yours” Your voice finished in a pleading beg and Suho moaned, closing his eyes and slowly pressing his hips forward, entering you inch by inch at a toe curling pace. When Suho was fully inside you his hips bucked on instinct, sending a wave of pleasure through over the both of you. His head collapsed and his sticky skin stuck to yours as he buried his head into your neck, his breath fan against your skin before his tongue travelled up to your earlobe, leaving a trail that he washed away with his kisses.

Suho began moving when he felt he was as composed as he could be at that moment, propping himself on his elbows, leaving you face to face without his weight squishing you, his hips rolled colliding with yours before he pulled out again.

“Oh god”! You exclaimed, legs already moving to wrap themselves around Suho’s waist, your cries of pleasure only persuaded Suho to move faster. His lips came to give your breasts the attention he knew they deserved, sucking at the perked nubs and flicking them with his tongue as your body writhed underneath his. Your nails left long trials of their own down his back, giving Suho a whole new sensation as he rocked into you. Suho shuddered and his head fell back, he twitched inside you signalling that he wasn’t far from his release and you let out a loud cry.

“Suho!” You gasped, legs squeezing down on his hips, limiting his movements as he began pounding into your with more force. Your walls clenched around him making Suho hiss from the pleasure it brought him and your neck became accessible to him as you let out a whine.

Suho dived for your neck immediately, his lips clamping down on the skin as he began leaving marks, kissing and biting the area. Your orgasm came before Suho’s leaving your whole body shaking as your eyes closed and the only thing you could see was white. Suho let out a gruff shout, his hips freezing and body tensing when his own release came, slowly with a sluggish thrust he began riding both your orgasms out until he was no longer hard and you were both lying in a heated room, panting and covered in sheen layers of sweat.

Suho pulled out of you weakly collapsing next to you on his stomach, his arm sprawled over your body as he lazily pulled you to him.

“I promise you Y/N, I do love you and I’m going to continue to show you that” Suho opened his eyes to look at your widened ones. He leant forward to place a soft kiss on your lips as a finale tear left you.

“I love you too Suho, I promise you”

anonymous asked:

can you do a sadist tyler x reader drabble

i started on a super dark blurry + reader fic which is sorta like sadist tyler but i can do this one for now:

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“you’re always so composed, you know that? you’d look so pretty tied up underneath me, crying and begging” tyler confessed to you one day. you were both having a lazy sunday in bed, and he was spooning you while you were watching a netflix horror movie marathon. 

“begging you for what, hmm? and why would i be crying?” you ask, indulging him. you feel like you should be surprised, but in reality, you’re far from it. you’ve seen a certain glint in his eyes when you cut your finger chopping veggies. he cleaned your wound and wrapped it in bandage, but you could see the slightest hint of a smirk when you hissed at the sting. you also had a hunch for why horror was tyler’s favorite kind of movie. he enjoyed watching you squirm at particularly gory scenes, and jump at the jump scares. you noticed that you get super horny around your period, and a way to get his attention is to complain about your cramps. he’d ask questions about how bad it hurt, and it always ended in the most intense make-out and fuck-session. there had to be a reason for all this. 

what you were surprised about was the level of arousal at his answers to your questions. 

“you’d be begging for my cock, and for me to let you cum. but i wouldn’t let you. not unless you…” tyler stopped and you let out a sigh you’d been holding, swallowing hard. 

“unless i what, tyler?” you asked, feeling him hardening against your ass. he kept quiet, breathing heavy. 

“not unless you let me try something if i promise you’ll have a safe word” tyler said, wrapping his arm around your front and sliding his hand into your panties, sliding his fingers into your wetness. 

“and judging from how wet you are, i think you’ll like it” tyler said, tone darker and giving you a head rush. he continued fingering you and he rocked his hips against your ass. you were hooked. 

an hour later, tyler had you exactly where he wanted you. the safe word was “melon” and you surprisingly hadn’t thought about using it. not because what tyler was doing was too soft, but because you’d never felt more at the complete mercy to him. you were intoxicated by this side of him, and this side of yourself you didn’t know existed. 

“please fuck me ty-i mean sir, please?” you beg, legs squirming as tyler slid his fingers up and down your inner thigh, teasing you. he had no emotion on his face as his fingers drew closer to your flushed, dripping pussy from his earlier ministrations that he didn’t finish. he had no intention of touching you, just studying your face and twitching body spasms. your ankles were tied to each end of the bed post, legs spread wide. your arms were tied above your head as well, which you’ve tested multiple times to free them to no avail. tyler laughed at your attempts. 

“you wouldn’t escape if you tried, look at you. nothing but a little whore for me to use. if you really wanted me to stop, you’d use the safe word, right?” tyler asked. you whimpered in response, bucking your hips up. 

“please” you add as his fingers lightly caress your outer lips. you squirm more, trying to get the slightest touch on your aching clit. the clamps he put on your nipples weren’t helping, making you all the more sensitive when you squirmed and your tits moved around. you’re sure you have the female version of blue balls. tyler laughs again at your attempts. 

“answer my question or i can just stop playing with you altogether” tyler said, taking his hand away and pretending to look disinterested. 

“okay, you’re right. i would’ve used the safe word” you said, confirming his thoughts. a mischievous grin spread on his face and he knelt between your legs. your instinct was to close them, forgetting they were tied, because you knew this meant another bout of pussy-play, slapping, and orgasm denial. your pussy couldn’t handle anymore abuse, already red and dripping with arousal. you haven’t even been penetrated yet. 

“fuck, look at you. my own little…mmm.” tyler said, staring you up and down. you laid there, panting and bracing yourself for whatever lust-filled thing he had in mind. he bent forward and started eating you out, and your head spun with excitement at the direct stimulation. your legs jerked, desperately wanting to squeeze your thighs together and hold his head there. your arms jerked, wanting to comb your fingers through his fluffy dark hair and press his head down harder. you bucked your hips up, frustrated with his light, slow flicks of his tongue to your clit. it was enough to keep you on edge, but not get you to where you needed. he pulled away, smirking at your disheveled, desperate look. 

“pleeeeeeease sir, please let me cummm” you begged harder than you ever had, actually sobbing. you were shocked at how far you let this go. it made completely no sense why you hadn’t said the damn word. but you knew if you did, it would be over, and tyler was loving this too much. you were loving this too much. 

“so pretty, baby. so pretty for me, shhh” tyler soothed, straddling you so he could wipe your tears. he was still fully clothed and you hissed at the fabric of his shirt rubbing against your clamped nipple. your eyes closed from the praise, and when you opened them, you were staring into those dark, cold eyes. he kissed your lips and you invited his tongue in your mouth, kissing him back. it was wet, sloppy, and passionate. he moved back to kneeling between your legs and unzipped his pants, pulling out his rock hard cock that you’ve been craving. your pussy contracted at the sight and you were practically drooling. 

“i think you deserve to cum now” tyler said, leaning over your body and guiding himself to your entrance. you gasped as he entered your slick heat and at how sudden you were full. your hands grasped at nothing, desperate to wrap yourself around him and get him deeper. but he did it for you, angling his hips and crashing them into you at a hard, steady pace. you were so overwhelmed with joy at finally getting what your body craved, you came uncharacteristically fast and hard, your face contorting and head tilting back as you squeezed around his cock. only then did his hips falter, slamming into you a few more jerky times before cumming inside you. 

he rode out his orgasm, softly rocking into you until he softened and you relaxed around his cock. he pulled out, gently kissing your forehead, cheeks, and lips before removing the nipple clamps and untying your limbs. he held you for awhile, then you both took a bath and changed the stained sheets. replaying the events in your mind, you felt this was a side of tyler you could get used to. 

Pregnant (Roan x Reader)

Requested by@jaib2-blog

Request: 97, 32,53,9 prompt request! Roan x skaikru (probably spelled it wrong) female reader!

A/N: I really hope you like this, because I liked write this. And it turn so fluffly that I can’t stop thinking about how Roan will react when he see the baby lol Thank you for you request!

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Prompts:

9.  “I’m so in love with you.”

32.  “I’m pregnant and I don’t want to lose you.” 

53. “Does he know about the baby?”

97. “Could you be happy, here, with me?”

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Originally posted by onlymorelove

Pregnant (Roan x Reader)   

You leaned on the wall of your room, sliding down to the floor. You hold your legs, leaning your face into them. Now, that you think about it, you was really stupid didn’t notice it before: you are late, even if you blamed the stress of the last weaks; your breasts are more sore, and you could attribuite it to your period if you aren’t late; the sickness that you have attributed to some food poisoning…

There are no much more to do, besides adimitted to yourself that you are pregnant.

You lift walking to a mirror where you could see you entire body. You can’t see anything different in your aparence: your long hair still stuck in a loose ponytail and your eyes still kepping the same shine that always, even if it looks like you’re losing that shine little by little; your face still younger, even if you look more tired than usual; your body still not showing any signal of your pregnancy. You lie your hands into your belly, afraid, looking at your reflection in the mirror. You bit your lip, without knowing what you’ll do now. First, you should tell Roan about it, since that he is the father. But how will he react to this fact?

You sit in your bed, looking to the wall in front of you. You spend some minutes thinking before the tears start rolling down in your face. What will you do? 

Then you hear a knok at you door, and, first you tink about not aswer it, but after hear Harper’s voice, you open the door.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” She asks you, going into your room. When you close the door, you just hold her tight, crying even more. She just let you cry, conforting you.

“I.. Harper I’m…” You try tell her, wiping your tears and looking at her face. “I’m pregnant…”

“What?” She look at you shocked. “How it…? I mean I know how it happen” She hold your hand when she see your tears starting to roll down again. “Does he know about the baby?

“Not yet…” You just say holding her again. “What will I do, Harper?”

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You’d been avoiding Roan for tree days now. Is not like you don’t want to be with him, it just, you don’t know how to face him and tell that you’re pregnant. Your eyes are circulate for dark circles because you aren’t having a good sleep since Abby gave you the news. You are looking sick, and that’s proably the why that Roan came to you before you could scape again.

“What’s wrong, love?” He ask to you holding your shoulders. “I hasn’t saw you for days and now you’re looking sick.” You avoid his eyes by looking to the ground. “What’s wrong?” He ask again, holding your face and making you look at him.

When your eyes connect you feel yours filling with tears.

“Hey, hey, everything is ok… I’m here, love.” He kiss you on your forehead and grab you into his arms. “You can talk to me, Y/N.” He whisper to you and, noticing that you isn’t holding him back, he face you again. “Are you mad at me?” You deny with a nod. Of course you’re not mad with him, you’re just scared of lose him. “What happened, love?” He try again and you can’t avoid this conversation anymore.

“I… I have something to tell you, Roan…” You try force your voice to look more confident, but you couldn’t. “I think we should go to another place, somewhere more private…”

He are looking to you with eyes full of doubts, but he hold your hand and make his way to your room with you following him. When he close the door you point to your bed.

“I think you should sit…” He still looking at you with many questions into his eyes, but he do what you seggest. “I’m don’t know how to say it, Roan… I’m sorry I… I…” You couldn’t finish, your cry interrupt your words. He try to touch you but you gave one step back.

“You don’t love me anymore? Is this what you’re trying to say to me, Y/N?” He ask with a calm voice, but his eyes show you some pain before you couldn’t read them anymore.

“No! It’s not this, Roan… I’m just so scared!”

“Scared of what? Why aren’t you telling me anything?”

“Because I’m pregnant and I don’t want to lose you!” You scream to him. You notice his face turning blank, without any emotion and it scares you even more.

“Are you sure?” He asks only. “Abby can…”

“I’m sure, Roan.” You interrupt him. “Are you mad at me?”

“What? No, love. I’m not mad with you.” He lift up holding you into his arms. “You just took me by surprise and… I’m going to be a father!” He look at you. “I’m going to be a father!” His smile growing into he’s face.

“Yeah, you’ll.” You say to him, trying to understand his reaction.

Could you be happy here with me?” He ask looking you into your eyes. “Could you be happy being the queen of Azgeda?”

“Are you serious, Roan?” You ask him surprised, you aren’t expecting this.

“Of course I’m, love! Will you stay with me?” He ask again and you nod. Sure you’ll stay with him. It’s all you want. “I’m so in love with you, Y/N! With you and with our baby” He says laying one hand into your belly.

Roan lean his face, sealing his lips into yours. You open your lips, letting him kiss you. Your hands are interlaced and one still laying into your belly. So, the sensation of peace has taken over you like never before.

Maybe being pregnant isn’t that bad at all.

French Kisses (Logan Howlett x Reader)

A/N: It’s my first time to write about Logan Howlett, i’ve got my eye on him after a while. I guess i’ve always had a crush on Wolverine <3 I hope you like this story.

Disclaimer:  Contains sexual tension and cursing

Gif’s not mine 

Word count: 1099


His stare burned right through you, his eyes locking with yours. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt his hand snake around your waist. He smirked and blew smoke upon your face. You coughed, it was a struggle to breathe. The smell of burnt cigar and liquor filled the entire room and you wished that you could vanish from that very spot.

Your chin was lifted up for a moment and his eyes continued searching yours. You looked away, trying to hide the windows of your soul from his eyes. You could feel his grip around your waist tighten, and he pulled you roughly towards him.

The move was sudden and your hands landed against his chest. His eyes didn’t leave yours, and he smiled, noticing the reaction that he was getting from you. He loved teasing you, and you were well-aware of that fact.

“Stop it, Logan,” You said, trying to stop the act altogether but you knew that he wouldn’t. You tried to stop him anyway.

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dramaqueenofhell  asked:

This blog is the answer to my prayers(?) Ok prompts, prompts, barman!Peter has known this man for about three years, he always comes to his bar and asks for everything but alcohol, always after a really, really bad time regarding his love life, fights, misunderstanding, cheaters, messed up break-ups, you name it this guy has been through all of that. This guy is so kind, though, kind and and absolutely his type, he wants to asks him out, problem is, he don't even knows his name, yet.

First of all thank you very much for kind words! Hope you like it!

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Its wednesday. Peter likes wednesdays. Do you know why? Because…

“Peter, where is your boyfriend?” Gamora asks and she even winks at him. Peter just rolls his eyes.

“His isn’t my boyfriend.” he answers then and starts to focus on the dirty glasses that he needs to clean.

Anyway. So wednesdays are his favorite days, because for one the bar is not as full as it is on the weekends. And Peter hates stress. But also because there is one customer that always comes wednesday.

He already knows this man for nearly three years and of course he is not every wednesday here, but often enough. The man is really sweet and always so thoughtful of everything and he makes Peter smile just when he thinks of him.

There are only two problems.

The man comes only into his bar, when something really bad had happened in his life. Again.

And Peter doesn’t even know his name.

“But you wish he was.” Gamora murmurs again and Peter almost drops the glass he is holding.

Well you see, she isn’t wrong.

“Good evening, gentlemen. And uh Lady.” a voice says then and this time Peter really drops his glass. It’s his luck that it doesn’t shatter into a thousand pieces.

“Hello, what can i do for you?” Gamora asks his beautiful guest and Peter growls.

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Originally posted by pandasubaru

Prompt:  Hey! I was wondering if you could please do one with Sebastian where the reader is pregnant and some how they get trapped in an isolated cabin and se goes into labor, thus causing Sebastian to have to deliver the baby? And maybe at the end the team saves them and they meet the baby? Lot of fluff please! Thank you soooo much! 😊

Word Count: 1320

Warnings: Delivering a baby!

Authors Note: I’ve never actually delivered a baby myself so some of the info might be wrong. 

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you've gone gone gone away

it’s been so, so long since i’ve written jily but happy october!

Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I’ll see you when I fall asleep
- Little Talks (Of Monsters and Men)

‘James,’ she gasps, starling awake, ‘James, he’s coming.’

For a single terrifying second, there’s nothing. Then, the rustle of air moving next to her.

‘No,’ says her husband. ‘He’s not, Lily. I promise.’

‘I heard the stairs–’

‘Just the old house settling, creaking its bones. Don’t worry, love.’

She nods and stares into the darkness, vaguely making out the ceiling above her. Another creak makes her shift onto her side, drawing the duvet to her chin.

‘There it is, again.’

James sighs. ‘Do you want me to go check?’

Flinging her hand out, she shakes her head, a sob caught in her throat. ‘No, please don’t!’

‘Alright then.’ He settles back down and she lets out a breath. They lay in silence for a moment until he speaks again. ‘Don’t you remember?’

‘Remember what?’

‘Voldemort. We defeated him; he’s long gone.’

‘I don’t–’

‘You’re old, love.’

She searches for his face in the darkness, finds it, and reaches out to brush her hand against his nose. ‘You’re not.’

He smiles and it’s melancholy and dark and her heart hurts. ‘I’m not really here, am I.’

‘What do you mean? You’re here, of course you’re here. You’re with me right now.’

‘I’m not.’

‘James…’ she trails off and there’s tears in her eyes that she doesn’t want. ‘I don’t understand.’

‘Don’t cry now. C’mon Lily, chin up.’ Gathering her in his arms, James holds her tight until she settles. She curls her fingers into his shirt and breathes in.

‘Love you,’ she whispers before she falls asleep again. She doesn’t catch a reply.

The clank of pots and pans wakes her up, and her heart pounds until she realises where she is again. Home, she’s home, and it’s her husband downstairs. She pulls on a jumper and wanders down, hands trailing over the old, weathered walls.

‘James,’ she says warmly as she watches the man in front of her. He stiffens and turns around to face her, leaving the pot behind him unattended.

‘Mum,’ he says and it’s thick. She narrows her eyes and takes in the glasses that aren’t her husband’s, takes in the scar on his forehead, the green of his eyes.

‘You’re not James.’

‘No,’ he tells her gently, like she might break. ‘I’m Harry.’

She blinks.

‘Your son.’

Everything in her wants to protest, but there’s a flicker of a memory in the back of her mind. She remembers that smile and that stance, so she nods her head once.

‘I know.’

His expression gets a little softer, a little sadder. He steps forward with his arms raised and she lets herself be drawn into a hug and wonders when she became the kind of person who needed taking care of.

‘I made you breakfast,’ he says when they’ve separated. ‘It’s just bacon, with some tea and bread.’

‘S’lovely,’ she says as she slides into a chair. There are three places set. ‘Who’s that one for?’

‘Ginny, my wife. You remember her, right?’

Everyone keeps asking her about remembering. ‘Of course,’ she mumbles, and she does. Red hair, bright eyes, a gaggle of brothers including Harry’s best friend.

Just.

Where’s James?

Ginny comes in before Lily can ask Harry where her husband is, presses a light kiss to the top of her head, and sits down.

‘G’morning, Lily. How are you this morning?’

‘It’s been good,’ Harry tells her and sets down a plate of bacon. He exchanges a look with Ginny that Lily can’t read. She nicks a slice of toast.

‘Just the three of us for breakfast? Is James already at the office, then?’ she asks, concentrating on spreading the butter. The silence makes her glance up.

Harry and Ginny seem to be having a silent conversation, lost in their own world until Ginny turns back to her with a gentle smile.

‘He’s gone for a while, but don’t worry.’

‘He’s always gone,’ Lily mutters and the other two wince. ‘When’s he coming back?’

‘Don’t worry,’ Harry repeats and it’s not an answer, but it’s the end of the conversation. Lily frowns into her cup.

The bed dips when James gets in, and it’s enough to wake her. He’s cold, like he’s been outside.

‘Hi,’ she says sleepily and he freezes.

‘Didn’t want to wake you.’

‘Doesn’t matter,’ she mumbles, shifting to wrap her arms around him. ‘Missed you.’

He presses a kiss to the top of her head and she presses a smile into his chest. He’s cold, but it’s warm with the blanket over them.

‘When you said you’re not really here,’ she says after a while, hesitant and a little scared, ‘you’re not– you died, didn’t you?’

‘Yeah,’ he breathes. She knew the answer before he said it and now she’s crying, tugging him closer to make him stay.

‘How long?’

‘A year. A year in three days, I think.’

‘Why are you still here, then?’

‘Couldn’t leave you alone, could I?’

She laughs a little through the tears, knocking her head gently into his chin. ‘You never could, even at the beginning.’

‘I thought we agreed not to talk about my little shit days,’ he complains. She reckons he’s pulling a face.

‘What should we talk about then?’

‘All the rest of our days,’ he says, sighing a little.

‘Tell me about them.’

So he does, starting with the day he asked her to go to Hogsmeade with him and she said yes, startling them both. How they laughed and he kissed her cheek under the mistletoe until she dragged him back in for a proper one.

Their wedding, ten days after finishing their last year at Hogwarts, because they were young and stupid and in love. No one had been particularly pleased, but they’d been overjoyed and didn’t care.

The fighting, between themselves and between enemy lines. Harry’s birth, and the hiding, and Voldemort coming to kill them. They’d escaped, barely, but the Dark Lord had been defeated.

The panic of rebuilding the Wizarding World, the Aurors in a frenzy and James and Lily as well.

The rest of their children, three more, with a five year gap in between the oldest and the next. Sending Harry to Hogwarts and him coming back with two best friends, the titles of Head Boy and Quidditch Captain, and a talented girlfriend-turned-wife.

The years of grandchildren climbing all over them, and the fear when they became grandparents so young.

‘We were so happy,’ is how James finishes, and Lily sighs.

‘Why did you have to die?’ she asks in a small voice and he kisses her forehead. ‘Why do you have to go?’

‘I’m still here.’

‘You’re going to leave me,’ she says.

‘I’m not, I promise. Only if you want me to.’

She clutches at his shirt and feels him laugh. It’s almost enough to make her smile too, but there’s an edge of panic running through her that won’t let her settle.

‘I don’t. I don’t ever want you to go.’

She still wakes up alone.




Send My Love

Characters: Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky and the reader talk about why he didn’t make her wedding. Inspired by this ask from @themcuhasruinedme. Sequel to another story, We Don’t Talk Anymore. This one is inspired by Adele’s song. ;)

Word Count: ~700

Genres: MOAR ANGST

Bucky hadn’t seen you since your wedding. You hadn’t seen him since your breakup. It wasn’t until Tony and Pepper’s engagement party that you ran into each other again.

You were wearing a cocktail dress, the clack of your heels unmistakable against the floor. He would’ve recognized your footsteps a mile away. He felt himself tense as he faced the elevator and it arrived, and was no longer able to ignore you once he stepped in.

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anonymous asked:

Hi!!! I honestly might have already sent this but I'm not sure because I have a horrible memory I'm sorry!! The RFA's + V reactions to male!MC coming out to extremely homophobic parents about their relationship? I suppose this doesn't really work with Jaehee though XD Hope you have a good day and sorry if I already sent this!

this going to be goood~ I’m pan hehe, and my parents are really old school, so yeah, I don’t have a great relationship with them lol.  Tell me something about yourselves, little followers!

Note: In SEVEN’s part, there are SPOILERS for his route.

Yoosung:

He has never being more nervous in his life! It’s like he’s about to take an exam that’s impossible to pass, he will give his all though. 

Your parents have called some days before and invited you for dinner. You invited Yoosung, but didn’t say anything, he was just going to show up. When you both arrived to your parents house, his poor heart just stops. You both greeted everyone and sat down in the living room. You told them that Yoosung was a student and stuff like that. “Oh, well, you seem to be a remarkable young man, Yoosung, I hope you two become great friends” your mom said. He just got really red and stiff. “Actually, Mom, he… there’s a reason he came with me.. He is.. my boyfriend”. Everyone turned to see you two. 

Your family just lost it, they shouted at you, “We’ve rose you better than this!”, but you just told them that you loved him. Only shouts and insults came out of your parent’s mouth. At one point, Yoosung tried to protect you, wich caused your father to get angrier and almost hit him. “Enough, we’re leaving. That’s why I’m never home” you said while picking your jacket and storming out the house while grabbing Yoosung’s cold hand. 

He started crying as soon as you were alone and apologizing although it wasn’t his fault. 


Zen:

Once he asked you if he was ever going to meet you family, that they should be cute, kind people like his prince. But you just said that it wasn’t a good idea and maybe you’d try later. 

A while after, you were cudding and watching movies together at Zen’s house when your mother called you. He paused the movie and watch you as you talked. “So where are you, male!MC? When are you going to visit?”, you remembered what Zen had asked and well, you just told her: “I’m… Right now I am with my… boyfriend” you murmured. Zen’s eyes widened and he got closer. There was a wierd silence before he could hear screams coming from your phone. “What are you talking about, male!MC! That’s why we should never let you do whatever you wanted, you’ve never had an idea of what you should do! You’re so useless, not even a girlfriend you can get, you’ll never have a family or someone who loves you!”. You started crying and Zen was just panicking, how could they treat his lovely prince like that? “I’m gay, mother! I don’t want a girlfriend, and… Zen loves me”. You father became part of the conversation at some point and you had both of them sreaming at you for a while and you trying to defend youself, until they told you that you were not their son, and they never wanted to see you again. That was it, Zen was so mad by that point. “Well that’s good, he needs someone better than a family like yours. He’s the best person in the world and if you can’t see it then you don’t deserve him”. And he hung up. 

He’d apologize and hugged you until you calmed down. Well, you were going to live a happy life with Zen.


Jumin: 

You’ve never wanted to tell your parents about your relationship with Jumin, but the wedding was near and he told you to invite them. You refused though, it scared you. He send them an invitation anyways.

Some days after, you were having dinner with him and got a phone call from home. He signaled to answer, not even imagining what was going to happen next.

“Mom, Dad? What’s up”

It went down hill from there. Screams, insults were just coming from the other end of the phone. You just tried to hold your tears but failed, and Jumin was just paralized, he didn’t want this to happen at all. You tried to explain, protect yourself and Jumin, but also failed. He, after some minutes, grabbed your phone and just hung up and embraced you.

“I- I send an invitation to them.. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know… I..” He was truly sorry and determined to make it up to you. You explained to him and he was just so mad. You never talked about it again and just tried to forget about then and live happily with your now husband. 


Seven: 

He never understood those people who were homophobic because of their religion. It was definitely a shock to found out about your parents and he never brought it up. He understood that you didn’t want to tell them, but he also felt sad, like if you didn’t tell them, your relationship wouldn’t be official(?)

Once you brought it up, and told him that you didn’t want to hide anymore since Seven, I mean, Saeyoung himself was making some changes in his life. He hesitated but told you he would support your decision. 

You went all the way to your parents home with him and just started chatting with them casually. 

When you told them, they freaked out and started attacking both of you. You have never thought about this, but.. this situation, is like Saeyoung’s childhood right? You turned to him, and this definitely remembered him about his mom. He was scared, and on defense. You’ve never seen him like that. You quickly grabbed his hand and went home. You apologized for not thinking about it and try to calm him down… After that, he would just try to make you feel less guilty about it. 


V: 

he wasn’t blind in all this

You two had talked about it, to tell your parents about it, you kind of wanted to tell the truth but you were also afraid of how would they react. So V just told you that he’d suppoort your idea, but that you should do it when you were ready. So you waited. 

One day, you two were on a date in a new art museum. You two had always held hands even in public (cultural note: in korea, people normally don’t show afection in public, you show it less if you’re in a “gay” relationship..), you didn’t care what people thought about you. There was a photography display in one of the rooms of the museum, so you headed there.

Everything was going great, until you saw your parents observing some photos beside you. You frozed and held V’s hand tighter. “What’s the matter, male!MC?”. He looked at you, “Lets go, hurry” you said whispering. But someone stopped you, your mother. “male!MC?” she saw your hand still holding V’s, “Wha-at? What is this?” and she forcefully pulled you towards her. 

Yes, it was happening, your parents found out about you two and got really angry, and started a whole drama, all in public. “What do you think you two are doing?? It is disgusting! So disgraceful”. V tried to calm your parents and talk to them but they would just scream at you two, he really tried, he wanted to protect you. 

People just passed by, some seemed to agree with your parents and others just saw how you cried. “Jihyun, lets go, please, I can’t stand it”. 

And you went home. He spend a lot of time trying to calm you down and apologizing that you had to go through that. 

Build a Boyfriend - J-Hope

Originally posted by hobisu

Last night’s date was terrible. Not only were you rejected in the end, but it was by someone you actually grew feelings for. It was set up by one of your good friends, but you didn’t hate her for setting it up. Besides, you’d get over him after a few more replay’s of The Notebook and a few more tubs of ice cream. It didn’t help you had to suffer through pointless 30 second ads for you had to watch the movie on your laptop. One of your past ex’s though it’d be funny to break your TV, it sure was funny breaking his face, what sucks is that it’s hard raising money for a new TV. Although you didn’t think much of the ads and usually spent that time to shovel ice cream in your mouth, few caught your eye and this one took the cake. “Build a boyfriend? Hah, what a joke.” You sigh disappointingly at yourself as you click the ad. “Wouldn’t hurt to try it out.” You scroll through the questions. “Holy… how detailed is this? Height, facial features, personality, favorite sleeping positions, what?”

After getting about halfway through an annotation pops up on the side saying, “Wow! Your description matches one we already have, would you like to check him out?”

This spikes your interest. You click the annotation and it brings you to a page with a small description and a picture. “So your name is J-Hope, AKA Hoseok, because you are my hope and my angel. That sounds adorable! Why isn’t he claimed yet? Just about everything matches my dream boyfriend… why am I excited about this? It’s 100 percent fake.” Your mouse scrolls over a button that says “I’ll take him” and you click it. Before clicking confirm you edit one small part of his personality. After that the tabs close and you’re brought back to your movie. “See? Fake.” You mumble to yourself with a mouth full of ice cream.


You wake up to the sound of knocking. You close your laptop and wipe away the ice cream drool on your chin. Opening the door, you see the same man you saw in the picture, “H- Hoseok? Forgive me if I’m mistaken.”

He shakes his head, “You’re wrong, I’m your Hope, I’m your Angel, J-hope!” He lifts his hands up in a ‘Y’ shape with a big smile.

You can’t help but blush at his adorableness. “Ah, J-Hope! Come in!”

He giggles as he walks in. This was all too real. Just about a few hours ago he was just words and a picture on a website, now he was real and in front of you telling you he was your hope and your angel. “Where shall I sit Jagi?” He made a cute noise.

“Ah, sit here.” You move your blanket for him to sit and you turn on a light. Taking the melted ice cream that sat on your table to the fridge, you can’t help but ask. “So how’d you find me?”

“I was dropped off. But I really want to thank you.”

You were still a little confused. “Yeah no problem. Why wouldn’t I want someone as adorable as you?”

He chuckles cutely and meets you halfway in the kitchen, “Really, thank you.” He grabs your hand, kisses it gently, and pulls you into a tight hug.

The whole situation happened so fast you didn’t know how else to react but to go with it. You didn’t want to break away from the hug because it felt like it meant more than just a hug. Not expecting it, you hear quiet sniffles as you realize he was crying. “Hey, why are you crying?” You softly ask not letting go.

He pulls away, still holding you. “I apologize. It’s just the person who originally made me sent me back. I don’t know why, but it affects me more than it should.”

You wipe away his tears. “Well, its okay now. She was dumb to send you back. You’re my Hope now.”

He smiles while chuckling. “Will you let me show you my appreciation?”

Blushing, you nervously smile. “What are you going to do?” You instantly start thinking about the edit you added in his description.

He delicately kisses you. It turns into a deep kiss as your lips passionately dance together. It was an amazing kiss, but you could tell he wanted more. His hand falls down to your lower back and his other lays on the side of your head. He pulls way and looks at you deeply in the eyes. “I love you, Jagiya.”

You don’t hesitate. “I love you too.”

Lifting you up he takes you to your room. “Which room?”

“The one at the end.” You don’t know how to feel as you look up and see his smirk.

He slowly puts you on your bed and lays next to you with his arm wrapped around your waist. He starts to kiss your neck passionately. He lets out a low growl as he rolls on top of you. He gazes into your eyes before locking lips. Lifting his head he rolls off and faces opposite of you. You laid there confused. You listen to him struggle to keep a laugh in and you turn to him and playfully slap his back, “You tease.”

He faces you with half lidded eyes and a smile. “Goodnight Jagiya~”

You bury your head into his chest. “Goodnight Hobi~”


Sorry for the long wait. I had some troubled getting this done so I apologize if it’s bad. >~<

~ Satara (Fun fact, I’ve never seen “The Notebook.”

Making Up For Lost Time

Hi guys!

I’m in such a writing mood today so I’ve written another smut, this time inspired by our very own Lucas Robert Hemmings. Thanks so much to all of you who’ve actually taken the .5 of a second it takes to hit the like or reblog button. It genuinely means so much to know that people are enjoying what I’m writing. As always any and all constructive comments are welcome!

Anyway enough of my rambings! Happy reading!

xox

K

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3 Words >> Ravi, You

Okay so This is The first Angst Idea I received from Anon and I destroyed it -_-

You understand that your boyfriend is abusy person, so are you. And it didn’t mean that your feelings would change for one another, but what was happening was different.

Things started to take another action between you.  

You fought a lot lately because you rarely see each other and doubt took a place between you.

However…

Unexpected 3 words…

Three words were said like a sharp knife in your heart. Not only it did stabbed you once, it stabbed you many times with a twist.

It squeezed and shattered your heart. As you didn’t expect something like that from him. Not him, he was something else. Someone who was more important than anything to you in this world.

I H.A.T.E Y.O.U  

Now… You could see it coming. The end of your beautiful love story that you lived with him for five years that lasted since the time the both of you were still just teenagers who were looking for a love.  

The weather outside wasn’t the best. It was windy and it started to rain as a few drops stuck into your window, taking a look at the other storm inside of your house.

There would be only the thunder left for it would be the worst night ever. If it wasn’t by now.

You looked at your boyfriend, wonshik with a watery eyes. Recalling what you did for him to say that and you found it too much! To tell you, he hated you was the most hurtful thing, even if you were at wrong.

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