and then he shot a vending machine

Can You Keep It? [j.j]

Originally posted by matthew-daddario

Title: Can You Keep It?
Fandom: Riverdale
Characters: Jughead Jones x female!reader, Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller, Reggie Mantle
Warnings: Swearing, definitely not my best writing :(
Word Count: 1,185
Requested: Nope (because requests are closed y’all)
Short Description: You and your boyfriend, Jughead, are trying to keep your fresh relationship a secret after the town’s golden boy is murdered. You are unconvinced that he can keep the secret. As it turns out, it’s you that reveals your relationship.
A/N: This is my first Riverdale story and I don’t read much Riverdale fanfic so I’m not exactly sure if this fits in but… here we go!

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name
[Y/L/N] = your last name

The student lounge was, as always, fairly crowded. Students were lounging around the room, chatting, staying away from the outside or finishing any last minute homework. It was also an area where the primarily “popular” people tended to spend their lunch times, as they were “too cool” for the library. Quiet chatter was all that you could hear as you attempted to concentrate on your English homework, answering a ridiculous essay question for Wuthering Heights. You were sat with Betty and Kevin, working on some homework as Ronnie sat close to Chuck Clayton, undoubtedly chatting him up with her implausible Veronica Lodge charm as she sipped on coffee.

Then there was Jughead Jones, in all of blue-green eyed magnificence. Jughead was tall and lanky, with pale, creamy skin and his signature frown on his face. A bag was draped over one of his shoulders, a raven black jacket covering his maroon hoodie. He seemed to always bury himself behind clothing in dark shades, but you liked the way that it made his eyes stand out so much. His back was sloping alongside the wall next to the vending machine; people watching. Jughead’s trademark crown-shaped beanie was placed atop of his head of ebony hair, and the sight alone made me bite back a grin. Noticing your gaze, Jughead looked in your direction before sending you a quick and discrete wink. You winked in return before glimpsing over at Veronica to explain why your head was turned.

Jughead had been one of your best friends since before you could recall. It was virtually like Betty and Archie; you and Jughead been intimate friends since the single digit days. Any vital childhood memory you could think of had Jughead present; just the way you wanted it. Initially, you had presumed that Jughead had fervent, platonic feelings for you. At some point in the summer of Jason Blossom’s death, you were proven wide of the mark, when Jughead unpredictably declared his love for you. Fortunately, there was something inside of you that was sure you felt the same way.

On July 4th, Jason Blossom had gone missing and was presumed to be dead after his twin sister, Cheryl, emerged after their boat capsized. It was a scandal that had taken over the entire town of Riverdale, so you and Jughead had agreed to keep your relationship away from your friends until the right time to tell them came around. You were less than persuaded that Jughead would be able to keep this secret, but after his fall out with Archie over the summer, he didn’t have many people to tell. Usually, Jughead and Archie told each other everything, but it seemed that the both of them had been keeping secrets.

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anonymous asked:

hi! could i have some relationship headcanons with jesse and gabe? thank you!


• Is very stern but chill. He has to be, being commander of an illegal black ops division, only really showing his other emotions at something he is passionate about

• Like you

• Is an actual sappy puppy, but he’d never let Jack, Jesse or any recruits see

If they did he’d absolutely deny it

• Will do absolutely anything for you, even if that means going to the cafeteria at 3am to steal snacks from the vending machines

• And sneaking into Winston’s office to delete the footage

• Everyone gets bored of Gabe talking about you 100% of the time (so do you, you hate hearing about yourself)

• His favourite is when you’re dressed in his clothes because ohmygod you look so tiny and precious

Especially his beanie

• Does stupid shit when no one else is looking to try and impress you or make you laugh

• Like the time he got stuck in an air vent but we won’t talk about that

• Or when he accidentally shot a hole in the ceiling when he stole Jesse’s Peacekeeper and tried to copy his gunslinger tricks

• Has asked Jack on more than one occasion for you to join Blackwatch just so you could be closer to him

• But you’re happy with your position in Overwatch

• He of course supports that

• Has a photo of you and him on top of the lighthouse when you visited Ilios on his desk

• Loves the days when you can both just relax and watch crappy chick flicks

• He loves chick flicks

• Salted popcorn is Gabe’s favourite movie snack, but will definitely go half and half with you with sweet

• Has an album on his phone full of pictures from the countless times that you’ve fallen asleep on him from watching said chick flicks

• He loves it when you give him back massages

• He loves it even more when he’s giving you one

• Hardly ever says no to you, will give you the world and more

• Gabe has been told off several times for making you late to very important meetings

You enjoyed it though so you won’t complain


• Is always complimenting you on how you look, how good you are at your job

• The amount of different pet names he can call you in one day is unbelievable

• You love the southern charm he has, as it always seems to get him out of trouble and you just don’t understand how

• Even when he’s somehow managed to upset or annoy you, Jesse always pulls through by managing to make you laugh

• Mainly by forcibly having to tickle you

So. Many. Tickle. Fights.

• You love to challenge him to stupid dares, just to see if he will rise the occasion

• Most of the time you are left shocked as he actually does

It was Jesse that swapped Genji’s herb tea for actual drugs but nobody knows that

• Both of you get told off frequently by Gabe and Jack for giggling like schoolkids who are causing mischief

• Actual partners in crime

• No, seriously, you were there in his Deadlock days and you both survived through it, then being brought into Blackwatch

• You decided to become an item after a game of very drunken strip poker

• Since then you’ve been inseparable

• Always there to patch each other up after missions, just like the old days

• You worry about each other a lot. Deadlock was one thing but Blackwatch is another

• He constantly tells you he loves you

Especially when he’s had a drink

• You two are definitely the power couple around the base

• He loves to find rural places on the Watchpoints you visit, just so you can look at the stars

• He’ll tell you all about the different constellations and insist on trying to trick you into thinking there’s one with a crude name

• You’ve both been late for training the next day because you fell asleep starwatching

• Jesse being Jesse will of course try to make everyone think it’s because of other reasons

• Which makes you end up playfighting which then turns into full frontal fist fights, which you both pass off as training

• Both as stubborn as each other, but wouldn’t change it for the world

Missing You and You Only

“I’m glad you could make it,” Ethan rasped, his voice groggy from the morning and arising from the dead of sleep. Truthfully, he hadn’t had that peaceful of a sleep in a long time, more specifically, in a couple months -since the last time he was home with you.

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Hot Enough

Was it hot?

Someone save my soul because Leo has stolen it. Ten pages, single spaced. I literally got thirsty when writing this and had to drink water. xoxox Admin O

Warning:  Smut

(someone find the owner of this pic so I can give credit)

Your feet hurt. By the way that they were being squeezed in your shoes, you could tell that they were nice and swollen. “The perks of having to stand for eight hours,” you thought to yourself. Sighing deeply, you unlocked your apartment door and flung it open. Scowling, you carelessly kicked off your shoes and dropped your purse somewhere in the general vicinity of the shoe rack. Feeling along the wall with your fingers, you flicked on the light switch. As soon as you were blinded with brightness, a loud cheer of “Surprise!” rang out.

Shocked stiff, you gawked from your tiny foyer at the crowd of people crammed into your apartment. Poppers burst and a cloud of streamers obscured your vision before you could properly take stock of who was there. A myriad of colored crepe paper and latex balloons clinging to the wall with tape served as a decorative background to the warm welcome. A small hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you in. Compliantly, you followed, brain working overtime to catch up. The group erupted into a thunderous offbeat rendition of “Happy Birthday” and your good friend Mina emerged from the back of the apartment carrying a cake with lit candles. It was only then did you realize that you were being led along by Sojin. Finally able to make some sense of the situation, you broke into a toothy grin.

As you leaned in to blow out the candles and make a wish, Mina caught the side of your face with a finger full of frosting. Playfully, you laughed, feeling a hundred times better than when you had first walked in. You shut your eyes and made a simple wish before blowing hard. All the candles went out with one try and applause followed suit. Mina quickly took the cake back to the kitchen to cut and plate. Sojin ushered you out of your coat. Slowly unbuttoning the garment allowed you scan your unusually packed space. All your friends from school plus a few semi-familiar faces were there.

“When did you guys plan this?” you asked when Hyeri floated by. “Did you think that we were going to let you just work and do nothing on your birthday?” Yura said, appearing behind you. She took your jacket as if you were a guest in her home and not the other way around. Sojin had found a napkin to wipe your face off with just like the mother figure she was. You could hear the sudden exclamations of excitement when Hyeri and Mina started to distribute slices of cake. “Wait! The birthday girl gets the first bite,” Mina announced just as Ken from the Music department had reached for a piece. A fork of mostly butter cream was thrust into your face and conveniently used as a distraction so that Hyeri could glaze your other cheek in frosting. Ignoring her antics, you ate the wad of sugar and smiled just to show off your now blue teeth.

Just beyond the giggles, you caught sight of Leo from the theater department already halfway through a slice. You wondered how he had managed to hijack it without anyone noticing. However, before you could give it any more thought, you were being steered towards the sofa. Yura was directing you to the coffee table which was covered in bottles of various liquors. Taking the fresh paper towel being offered to you by one of the girls from class, you cleaned off your cheek. “Time to open your gifts,” she stated and pushed you down to sit. The entire table was so filled with alcohol that you could barely make out the wood top underneath.

Glancing around, you tried to look for a box or at least a gift bag. “What gifts?” you questioned when you spotted none. Hyeri kneeled in front of the table and gestured to the rows of glass, “These.” Gaping, you reevaluated the number. There were over a dozen liquors, some clearly imported. There were also a few packs of beer on the floor off to the side. Each person must have brought at least a bottle for there to be so many. “Let’s get started,” Sojin said as she took a seat next to you with a bottle opener in hand. A couple of people from your major gathered around, waiting for their chance at a drink like the college kids they were. Cracking open the Smirnoff, you filled a line of mismatched shot glasses before giving a short toast. Everyone drained their cups all at once and someone turned up the music.

The atmosphere was lively with everyone finding something to do. You noticed Leo leaning against a wall with a beer, observing the clowning around of his friends. It reminded you of the day you first saw him, bracing against the vending machine outside of the library with his headphones in. He was just as pretty to you now as he was then. Yura grabbed your shoulder and shook you, refocusing your attention. She handed you another shot and clinked glasses with you. Happily, you drank and after that the booze flowed freely. Mingling with the new faces became considerably easier as time went on. It wasn’t long before you found your stomach grumbling with a lack of dinner. Sneaking into the kitchen, you found Mina trying to secretly munch on a piece of cake. She smiled sheepishly with crumbs all over her mouth. “Eat before Sojin sees,” you ordered as you set your cup down on the counter, taking note that there wasn’t any more cake left. Her dieting was probably killing her. Mina was still hesitant, stabbing at the plate in contemplation. You realized you were hungrier than you thought you were when you watched her. “Who are all those guys?” you asked as you walked over and had Mina feed you a bite. “Some boys from the Arts Department that Hyeri invited to even out the guy to girl ratio,” she answered while shielding her plate from you when you went in for another nibble. You curled your lip at the overprotection of her cake and took a swig of your rum and cola instead.

A noisy shout from the other room had both of you snapping your heads around. Chuckling at Mina who remembered to set her dessert down, you headed out first. You paused for a second at the sight of everyone sitting in a circle around the coffee table that had been cleared off. The girls were on the sofa and the boys sat cross-legged on the floor. In the center of them all, there was an empty bottle of whiskey lying on its side. Too late to retreat, Yura and Hyeri were already waving you over. The boys scooted back to make room for you and Mina nudged you forward. Meekly, you took your place, glad that you were wearing pants. Mina made herself cozy on the couch’s armrest. “It’s truth or dare,” Yura explained. Nodding, you carefully peered anywhere but in Leo’s direction. Looking everywhere but there, you took note of how handsome all the Arts boys were. Not a single one of them was less than one hundred eighty centimeters tall. Even sitting on the floor they were a full head above you. Maybe the alcohol was altering your vision. You lightly slapped yourself and a moment too late hoped that no one saw.

Thankfully, Ravi the music major chattered loudly enough to distract everyone. His voice was deeper than you expected as he reached out and spun the bottle. It landed on the tallest of the boys and he grinned mischievously. “Truth,” the blonde picked and received a bunch of boos. “You’re ruining the mood, Hyuk. You have to pick dare,” N the dance major complained from his spot near Sojin’s feet. He had smartly perched himself where he could rest against the base of the sofa. “Truth,” the other boy reaffirmed. Another round of groans followed, but Ravi looked intent, “Is it true that you walk by the Biology department every day on purpose?” Your jaw dropped. You weren’t expecting the game to be so indiscrete. Hyuk was turning red from his neck upwards. It looked like he wasn’t expecting such a personal question either. “Yes,” he mumbled quietly. Immediately, a mix of jeers and cheers filled the room. Unable to help yourself, you laughed along with everyone. You were going to have to watch out for Hyuk creeping around the labs from now on to see which girl he was trying to catch sight of.

He irately spun the bottle, still trying to swallow his embarrassment. Using too much strength, the bottle flew off course and Hyeri caught it before it could smash on the floor. She gave Hyuk a good scolding before twirling it herself. It slowed until it pointed at the other blonde boy that you had been stealing glances at all night. The way Leo rested his weight on his palms was reminiscent of the way he sat on the university stage when you had gone to watch Mina rehearse for a play. Leo had been cast as the male lead and every time he opened his mouth it was like your ears were being filled with liquid gold. His voice was soft and sweet and entranced you. It didn’t hurt that he was beautiful. Leo was attractive in an unconventional way. His eyes were sharp and dipped in the inner corners like a cat’s. His lips were baby pink and as full as his cheeks. Though he had the face of a child, his body was all man with broad shoulders and lean muscle.

Hyuk’s purpose was revenge and though it wasn’t on the person he really wanted, anyone would do. You could see the malice written in his expression and were relieved to think that you weren’t on the receiving end. “Truth or dare?” Ravi asked all too pleasantly. “Dare,” came the gentle reply. Like a mouse had run directly into his trap, Hyuk pounced, “I dare you to play too hot with the birthday girl.” It took you a long moment to process his words and you laughed along with everyone before completely freezing with stun. Wide-eyed, you panned from Hyuk to Leo who was clearly blushing back to Hyuk who was looking more like Satan. At full volume, the boys shouted encouragements and the girls giggled. Someone removed the bottle from the table and then Leo was sitting on it, his legs on either side of the piece of furniture. You weren’t sure when Yura had moved but she not so covertly pushed you forward from behind. Catching yourself on your knees, you popped up with the purpose of yelling at Yura but Leo took your hand. He wrenched you closer, all the while hanging his head in shame. Someone wolf whistled and teasing ensued. You sat facing Leo, legs dangling since you were too short to sit like that and still have your feet touch the floor.

The music switched to something sexier and you tried to ignore your blatant audience. Leo finally looked up, but he was biting his lip in frustration. The sight did nothing for your nerves and you found yourself gulping hard. You were at a complete loss. You had no idea what to do. Should you just go along and take advantage of the situation or be as ashamed as Leo? Sensing your discomfort, Hyeri wedged a glass of who knows what into your hand. Leo was also given a drink followed by a supportive clap on the back by the guy with dimples flanking his smile. Too anxious to say thank you or even form words, you silently raised your glass. Leo tapped his can of beer against your liquid courage and you both downed the alcohol. After the fire in your throat had cooled, you concentrated again on the gorgeous man in front of you.

You could tell that something had shifted when you looked into his eyes. The overbearing awkwardness had been replaced with determination. His name suited him best in that moment because he looked like a lion ready to consume you whole. Licking your dry lips, you averted your gaze. As if to force you to look at him, Leo made his first move and ran the backs of his nails down your arms. Unintentionally shuddering at the startling touch, you earned yourself a few taunts. The noise rapidly died down though and stillness once again reigned. You were initially taken aback but it seemed that the booze had made it past your stomach and into your bloodstream because the next thing you knew, you were tipping forward to run your palms over his muscular thighs. Proud with your bold move, you retracted your hands. You hadn’t realized that you had just started something you couldn’t finish.

Igniting the competitive monster within Leo, he locked his hands behind your head and jerked you forward. Faces mere centimeters apart, the air in your lungs got caught as you forgot how to breathe. He smirked smugly and glanced at your lips before making eye contact again as he retreated. A collective “ooh” sounded, but you paid it no mind. It was only when Leo returned to bracing himself on his arms did you remember that you needed oxygen. “Cocky bastard,” you thought to yourself and resisted the urge to scowl. Two could play that game.

Sliding closer, you rested a hand on his shoulder so you could run the tip of your nose up the side of this throat. Once you got to his ear, you laughed in provocation that only he could hear. One of the girls gasped and you sat back with an eyebrow raised, daring him to do better. Briefly, dark lust crossed Leo’s face. But it happened so quickly that you could have easily imagined it. Lithe fingers traced your jaw line before gripping it. Tenderly, his thumb stroked your cheekbone. The gesture would have been endearing if it weren’t for his other hand slipping under the hem of your shirt to press against the skin of your tummy. Lingering, Leo was slow to end his turn, leaving you reeling in the electricity of his touch.

Praying that he didn’t notice the goose bumps he had caused, you knew that you had to get even. Tank top visible under his knit sweater, mimicking him was ruled out as an option. A sudden idea popped into your head and you couldn’t disguise the naughtiness you had in mind. Scooting even closer, your knees pressed directly against Leo’s, leaving minimal space between you two. Then your notoriously freezing fingertips plunged below the neckline of Leo’s shirt and traced along his collar bone. Reflexively twitching at the unexpected cold, Leo inhaled sharply. For a finishing flourish you let your nails lightly scrape against his Adam’s apple and applied a hint of pressure mischievously at the base of his neck just to show him who was boss. You were done with the barely there caresses. You wanted to win.

“Aren’t you guys being too timid?” N’s voice cut the silence that the room had unconsciously fallen into as they enjoyed the show. “It should be like this!” he drunkenly shouted as he jumped Ken, attempting to plant wet-looking kisses on Ken’s face. Ken feigned a brief struggle before turning the tables and knocking N to the floor to climb on top of him and pretend to make out. And like that, the atmosphere was broken and the game was over.

Truth or dare continued but eventually some people went off to their own nooks to socialize before heading home. One by one, your friends old and new, thanked you for a good time and left. Around midnight the group of tall boys departed, practically dragging a very inebriated N along. You couldn’t help the way your eyes followed Leo, who didn’t even look back. Mina was no more sober than N, slurring her words and standing upright only with Hyeri’s help. You waved bye to the girls and eased the door shut before you could fall through the doorway. The alcohol didn’t spare you either, especially since you hadn’t had a chance to eat. You all but sagged into the wall when you turned back to the living room.  Bottles and cups were scattered everywhere. Sighing, you decided that you would deal with the mess in the morning.

Just as you moved towards the bathroom to wash up, a strident knock came from the entrance. Without missing a beat, you turned on your heel to follow the sound. Figuring it was probably someone who forgot something, you didn’t bother to check the peephole and flung the door wide open. Leo stoically standing on your welcome mat was the picture that greeted you. His hands were shoved in his pockets and he seemed to be studying the ground. Thinking that you were drunkenly imagining things, you chuckled. But when he stepped nearer, your laughter was harshly cut off. There really was a beautiful man gracing your doorstep.

Wordlessly, he stepped past you and strayed into the hallway. Shutting the door in disbelief, you tactlessly asked, “What are you doing here?” Leo paused to take in the disaster zone that was currently your apartment before turning to face you. “We never determined a winner,” he replied. Laughing in amazement, you questioned, “Are you serious?” Leo simply nodded in response. Fleetingly, you considered taking another shot to quell the sudden apprehension gnawing at your belly. You were intoxicated and alone in your empty apartment with your crush who wanted to continue a game of too hot. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths to will yourself to calm down. Looking back up, the table still full with at least four half-empty bottles seemed eons away as Leo regarded you with parted lips. It seemed that the alcohol still had a hold on him too as his eyes were painted with curiosity.

Good judgment was something that had left once you blew out the candles on your cake. You were attracted to Leo, that much was painfully obvious. Now he was requesting to play a game that you couldn’t possibly win in a situation like this. But for some odd reason, you weren’t all that adverse to it. Maybe it was the mix of cocktails blurring your reasoning. Without warning, long fingers raised your chin up so that you could concentrate on him. Doe-eyed, you didn’t know how you were supposed to resist the temptation. Leo tapped a soft tune across your jaw and down the side of your neck. Indulging in the sensation, you tilted your head to the side. Just as you had begun to shut your eyes, the touch was gone.

“You know what I want.”

Peering back up, Leo wore a triumphant smirk. If he wanted to play, then surely it was a game he was going to get. Grasping hold of his forearms, you dragged him in until your chest was plastered against his. Not even flinching, his dusky brown eyes searched yours for your aim. It was his unspoken way of asking if you were sure. And you were. To prove it, you walked him backwards towards the sofa. His calves hit the base of the couch and he lost balance. Leo involuntarily plopped down. You remained standing, relishing the way you got to tower over him. Swiftly, Leo’s wiry arms clasped around your middle and tugged. It was your turn to fall and he didn’t miss the opportunity to haul you into his lap. Your knees settled on either side of his thighs and you gripped his shoulders to steady yourself. Surprised by his uncharacteristic forwardness, you gawked as he interlocked his fingers behind your back. He held fast, not allowing you any extra room to escape as he pulled you flush against him.

Any conceit you felt was overcome by the apparent slyness that Leo was now donning. The hesitant lanky boy from earlier had been replaced by a completely confident man. You wondered if it was the lack of spectators or the intoxication causing the change, but honestly, it didn’t matter. You enjoyed both sides of him. Seeing that his move was over, you let go of you inhibitions fully and did what you had been thinking about doing all night. You kissed him. It was a firm press of your lips against his, nothing more and nothing less. A second ticked by and he dipped his head to deepen the kiss. His mouth moved in time with yours, eventually working its way to prying your lips apart. Leo’s breath was sweet and you vaguely wondered if he had some of the plum wine that Yura had brought from Japan. Then you could taste the sugar on your tongue when he slid his taste buds against yours. It was clear that Leo had been eating strawberry candy and the thought made you smile.

Realizing that you were smiling, Leo pulled back and you could see the grin etched on his face as well. Pleased, you cupped his cheeks and kissed him soundly again. He slanted his head and kittenishly licked into your mouth. Startled by the foreign feeling, you gasped, literally stealing the air from his lungs. Leo froze and you immediately went to apologize. Before you could get the words out, his fingers had curled into the bottom of your shirt. He yanked upwards and after a moment of confused flailing, your shirt had been tossed haphazardly into the abyss of long forgotten streamers and balloons.

His digits determinedly dug into the flesh of your sides before gliding up to snap the band of your bra. The unanticipated aggression caught you off guard and your abdominal muscles clenched at the development. Refusing the urge to plead too hot, you matched punch for punch and stripped Leo of his shirt. There was considerable fumbling since he wore long sleeves but it was worth the trouble as you drank in the image of his wide shoulders and thick biceps in his undershirt. Taking it as if your turn was over, Leo smoothed a hand over your upper arm as his fingers tiptoed straight up from your navel to between your breasts. The rush of stimulation made your head spin and only worsened the pleasure you were drowning in.

There was no way you were going to win but you were too stubborn not to try. Incited, you took the delicate skin under Leo’s jaw between your teeth. Open-mouthed bites with your lips followed as you made a path down his throat and between his collarbones. Leo radiated heat as his blood ran hotly with hunger. Hitting fabric, you retraced your steps with more force, sucking and nipping until purple bruises bloomed beneath your lips. You could hear the way he was breathing harder and were glad to have such an effect on him. Running a hand through your hair, you sat back just enough to survey your handiwork. Hickeys littered his pale skin and a faint rosiness had settled in his cheeks. His lips were red and swollen but it was his eyes that started an ache between your legs. They were dark, almost black, and glazed over with raw desire. They saw right through you and made your heart pick up pace.

Sighing, he commented, “You don’t give me a second to rest.” Large hand finding its way to your backside, Leo gave your ass a tight squeeze. His hand lingered on your butt as the bridge of his nose met your shoulder and ran horizontally until he could grip your bra strap with his teeth and slip it down. The move was probably the most sensuous thing you had ever experienced and had your head falling back as tingles shot down your spine. You were going to go crazy you concluded. Leo was going to drive you to madness and you were going to love every bit of it.

Returning his half-lidded stare evenly, you didn’t know what to do next. All you knew was that godforsaken undershirt needed to go and now. A stitch audibly ripped as you all but tore the material off of him. Your mouth watered as you took in Leo’s evident abs. The lines of each muscle were contoured just enough to your liking and you had to swipe at your mouth to make sure you weren’t drooling. Amused by your reaction, Leo piqued an eyebrow. The self-satisfied expression coupled with his bare skin was almost too much to handle. You could feel your folds getting damp and he hadn’t even touched you there yet. Fingers tangling in his bleach blonde hair, you rolled your hips down onto his bulge as your lips grazed just below his ear.

Leo shuddered, feeling the heat from your core on his half-hard length. With unmasked strength, he clutched your hips and delivered a blunt thrust to your center. Amply riled up, you moaned from where you perched your head in the juncture of Leo’s neck and shoulder. Your breath tickled the fine hairs at the base of his scalp and the resonance of your pitched voice spurred him on. His fingers skimmed under the clasp of your bra as he tapped an impatient rhythm against your spine. Torn between just giving in and playing a little more, you opted for the latter. Kissing your way back to his lips, you let your nails rake down his torso and settle on his belt. Without looking, unbuckling the darn thing seemed to be impossible, but you had all the time in the world to try as Leo seemed unwilling to untangle his tongue from yours.

Finally getting his belt undone, you set to work on the button and zipper of his pants which seemed to be considerably easier to deal with. Hard work paying off, you were granted more access. Intentionally slipping your hand over his underwear instead of in it, you rubbed Leo’s growing erection. His back arched ever so slightly and you dipped down to flick your tongue across his nipple. He groaned melodiously and you were immediately addicted to the sound. Teasing complete, you recoiled your hand. Dissatisfied, Leo threw you off of him. Alarmed, you teetered as you got back on your feet, trying to avoid falling backwards on to the coffee table.

Before you could even get upset at the carelessness, Leo was up and over you, hand flat against your shoulder and pressing you down. Body still uncertain if it could correct the disequilibrium, your knees bent at Leo’s command. Less than gently, your back met the cold wooden floor and you shivered. Leo dropped as well, kneeling over you. Your comfortable dress pants meant for long hours of work posed no threat to Leo as they easily slid right off under his persuasive grip. More skin met with unheated floor and you trembled. But then fingers stretched over the tops of your thighs and long thumbs dug in between them far too low to be satisfying. Leo spread your legs as wide as they could go between the sofa and the table, which was adequate enough to fit his narrow hips snuggly against the seat of your panties.

The dominance of it all had you wet enough to feel the cloth of your underwear stick unpleasantly to your folds. Smoothing over your hair far too gently to be comforting, Leo asked, “Hot enough?” The cockiness written all over his face wanted you to admit defeat, but while you were being assaulted from all sides by want, you rejected the idea of losing. As if to reinforce total obedience, Leo drove himself again into you, now fully erect. Whimpering, your toes curled and your hands balled into fists as the undeniable delight rocketed through you.

Leo sunk on to his elbows, enabling him to lap at your over-sensitized neck before biting down hard enough to leave marks. Reaching your breaking point and needing more, you gave. “Too hot,” you mumbled airily, feeling the vibrations of your voice bounce off Leo’s lips and back against your skin. He scoffed and pushed himself up on to his palms. For a horrific moment you thought he was going to up and leave now that he had won. However, that worry quickly disappeared when his hands molded to your breasts and pulled your bra down. He stared at you with his lip caught in his teeth and longing readable in his features. Your pert breasts emerged and instantaneously Leo was squeezing, pinching, and massaging your flesh. Your nerve endings sizzled as he lavished your chest with attention. Reflexively, you twitched, seeking more contact.

Opening your legs further, pushing the table aside with your knee, allowed Leo’s pelvis to sit even more solidly against your core. Your clit throbbed, lust tunneling your vision to nothing but Leo. Leo too had come to the point where he could bear no more. Pushing his pants down only far enough to get his length out, he resettled on his elbows. The moment only allowed a short-lived glimpse at his member, but the sight had you salivating. His cock sprang up to his bellybutton, long and proud and leaking from the tip. Nose to nose, Leo demanded that your eyes never leave his. A single digit pushed aside your panties. Sufficiently wet to soak his erection, he slid effortlessly along your slit. Nearly too much to take after the endless foreplay, your head fell back again in bliss. Unhappy with the broken eye contact, Leo’s fingers tangled in your hair and tugged sharply so that you could once again look only at him.

The rounded head of his dick pressed against your entrance and you had to deliberately relax to accommodate him. A low extended moan was ripped from your vocal cords as Leo sunk centimeter by centimeter into you. Hitting hilt deep, you begged him to stay still as you adjusted to his size. Walls unaccustomed to such a stretch, they fluttered and clenched around his length. Grunting at your tightness, Leo struggled to remain in control. His abs flexed as drew halfway out and slowly plunged back in. You keened, needing to hold onto something and finally finding his arms after searching blindly.

Panting, you felt lightheaded at the ridiculous amount of pleasure coursing through your veins. It should have been impossible for one man to feel so fucking good, but it was Leo, and you shouldn’t have been surprised that he could have you wavering on the edge so quickly. Experimentally, he thrust a bit more powerfully. Hitting your cervix just right, you dug your nails into his biceps and held back a scream. Trying to keep your eyes open was a fight as all you wanted to do was let your eyes roll back when Leo picked up tempo.

In a small retaliation, you canted your hips up, driving him deeper. He groaned, feeling the shift in angle. “Too hot?” you taunted. “Baby, hot enough,” he whispered breathlessly. The jab had him pumping vigorously, getting that one spot that had you seeing stars each time. Matching thrust for thrust, you wailed as your hips moved restlessly to keep up. The build was fast and had you grunting with each snap of Leo’s pelvis until you were wailing brokenly. “I’m already about to lose control,” Leo said through grit teeth and buried his face in your neck, “Just cum.” The command had your thighs shaking and the coil in your stomach winding taut. Nails on the verge of piercing skin, you held on to Leo for dear life as he pressed inside of you hard enough to have you jerking back with every plunge. Tense, everything went tense as you came, back bowed right off of the ground and muscles pulsing rigidly.

Your orgasm gave Leo that last bit of incentive to let go and he pulled out before spilling hotly onto your belly. Trying to catch your breath, you could feel the strain in Leo’s arms relax as he came down from his high. Straightening your spine, you let him collapse on top of you. Sticky, skin clung to skin with sweat. “You’ve melted me,” Leo murmured and gave you a gentle peck on the cheek.

Crawl Home To Her - Part 1 - Smut

Originally posted by painfulblisss

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 3,644
AN: This is something I’ve been working on. It was originally going to be a long fic but I decided to split it up. Thanks to @writing-obrien as usual and also to @dylan-odome for her song rec for this!

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You could still remember the way his brown eyes lit up when he laughed. It was the only thing that got you through the long, dark days in the basement you were being held in. You’d had such a crush on Stiles Stilinski all through high school, and senior year he’d finally noticed you as more than a friend. And then…this.

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Vampires Will Never Hurt You - pt 2

Originally posted by theseoks

Jin had been away for two weeks. He didn’t say anything once he came back either.

He just walked into class, took a seat next to you and put an arm around your shoulder. He put two fingers under your chin and brought your lips to his.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered in your ear before leaning back, paying attention to the board once the professor came into the room.

What could you say at this point?

Everyday you told yourself he had to have a good reason for leaving.

An hour and a half passed by and the professor finally called for fifteen minute break. You began to get up from your chair but he wrapped his arms around your waist and glued your body to his.

You could sit on his lap for hours and he wouldn’t get uncomfortable.

Also, you wouldn’t be able to escape his grip no matter how hard you tried.

You flushed, embarrassed by the stares and glances from your classmates. “Jin.” You complained quietly.

He didn’t let go.

Soon most of the class left to get snacks or drinks to make it through the rest of the lecture.

“Jin.” You placed your hands over his and he let go.

Sitting back down in your chair, you faced him for the first time since he left.

He stared back at you, watching your movements.

You wanted to ask him why he left and to where but really, you were just glad to see him again. His golden brown eyes melting your heart each time they looked into yours.

“I don’t want to talk about it here. I’m glad you’re back though. I missed you.”

“I’m hungry Y/N.” He said seriously and you saw him swallow.

You didn’t realize before that his grip although strong, it wasn’t as strong as usual. You took his hand and quickly led him out the room.

There was a lab room, empty and unlocked. He covered the door with an oversized poster and locked the door. He rest his forehead against the door and took a deep breath.

“Why didn’t you feed before coming?” You asked, prepping yourself.

“It’s been weeks.” He said turning around. His veins had already turned grey under his skin and his eyes were dark now. “I haven’t fed since I left and I didn’t want to kill anyone so I just waited to see you again.”

“Come here.” You pulled him to you and wrapped your arms around him. His fangs bit into your neck with a sharp pain but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

He kept feeding and you sank back into one of the countertops, lacing your fingers into his hair and biting your lips shut.

Maybe he needed more than a pint.

When he pulled away he placed his fingers over the puncture wounds and grabbed your bag. Looking through it he found the tiny round stickers he gave you that were practically like a second flesh. They hid the wounds perfectly.

He also pulled out the water bottle and took a sip then handed it over. You took it from his hands gratefully, drinking the whole thing in one shot.

He kissed your cheek and then down your jaw.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” He breathed causing you to smile.

“I’m still mad.” You replied, nonetheless holding onto him and feeling lethargic.

“Can you walk to class? I’ll get you something from the vending machines.”

You nodded and made your way to the door.

“Hey.” He said making you stop to look back at him.

He walked towards you and kissed your lips gently. “I missed you too.” He said seriously.

You couldn’t help but smile and place a hand on his cheek. “I’m not that mad at you Jin. It just sucks being away from you.”

“I know.” He agreed. “Even for just a moment.”

He took your hand and kissed it but as you stared into his eyes you saw how sorry he still was.

During class you could’ve fallen sleep in your chair but Jin made sure you ate the candy and snacks he brought.

Your energy started to come back and class came to an end quickly. The bad thing was, you would need to review the textbook once you got home because you couldn’t concentrate on the lecture anymore, only on Jin.

Even now you felt like the other girls, stealing glances at him, admiring his features.

You still blushed bright red when he winked at you.

“Come on, let’s go eat. We have to get some real food into you.” He took your bag and held your hand as he led you out the school.

Secretly, you liked the new found status being with Jin gave you. Before, no one would bother asking you how your day was, if you needed the notes from last class, or if you saw last week’s episode of the new mystery drama everyone was watching now.

But at the same time all this attention was just artificial. It was the result of your relationship with Jin, nothing else.

Making friends at this age, it wasn’t supposed to be hard. Somehow you coasted your way through these past few years of school without making any significant friendships. Suddenly, with Jin it felt easier to make friends…or fake friends but at least people gave you some respect. All because of him.

“So where did you go?” You asked after the waiter took your order of hamburger and fries while Jin asked for the sampler.

He didn’t have to eat and he wasn’t hungry obviously, but human food would keep the blood in his system longer. So long as he ate human foods he wouldn’t need to feed for another week.

“Home.” He began.

Instantly you felt sad for him.

For Jin, home wasn’t a place he liked going back to. It was hell.

It was where he died, and where he was brought back to life. You never wanted to hear the story again but he had to tell you at least once every year. Just to come to terms with his new self.

He couldn’t tell anyone else.


“You killed him.”

“Jin. What am I supposed to do?” Taehyung cried.


“They’ll know it was me. Even if I run.”

He was right. Jin looked at his friend. He was scared. His shirt and hands were covered with blood.

Taehyung was a good person, not a murderer. Yet he killed his own father and Jin knew that it didn’t matter if it was self defense, Taehyung had killed someone.

Who would believe his story? His own sister looked at him with fear and ran. The sister he was protecting, now afraid of him.

He didn’t deserve this.

Jin looked at his friend and felt just as lost. All of this, it was happening so fast.

“That shaman, the one who warned all of us. He might be able to help. He knew this was going to happen. Remember?”

“How? How can he help me?” Taehyung questioned.

Jin picked him up. “I don’t know but hurry. We don’t have much time before your sister tells someone.”

“I didn’t say goodbye to her.” He struggled against Jin.

“You can’t. You can never go back. I’m trying to help you Tae, come on.”

As much as Taehyung protested, Jin dragged him away, muffling his screams and cries.

This shaman, he could help. Jin knew there was something up with him since the day they met. He had to know why this was all going on.

It was at the docks, the air was cloudy and it seemed like it was going to rain again. Everyone was there, Taehyung, Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon.

They were kicking around a ball, making noise when the shaman came out from one of the boats and onto the dock.

He was dressed in a dark brown robe with feathers and he walked really slowly to the point that Jin didn’t know whether he was coming towards them of heading past them until he came to a stop before them.

The ball bounced towards him and rolled to his feet.

The man kicked the ball into the water with an energy that seemed abnormal for his sloth like movements.

“What the hell man?” Jimin tried to see if he could reach the ball but it was floating away.

“You gonna pay for that?” Jungkook went up to the man and stared him down.

“This is my property, now leave!” He yelled.

“You don’t own the docks.” Hoseok and the rest of them went to Jungkook’s side.

“I’ll call the cops. Now leave!”

“Nice, maybe they can save us from your crazy ass.” Namjoon smirked.

“Make us.” Jin said calmly, challenging him.

This time the crazy man laughed. He took one good look at each of them and shook his head.

“You all have sad lives don’t you?” He sighed. “So young too.” He looked at Jungkook.

That when they realized that there was something really off about him. There was no way he could have known Jungkook was the youngest.

“Are you taking your medications? Or do you self medicate?” He looked at Namjoon then at Hoseok.

“No one loves you enough to stay anymore?” He looked at Yoongi and Jimin.

“What’s your problem?” Jin faced him.

“You have problems, you all do. And it’s only going to get worse.” He laughed. “Much worse.” He looked at Taehyung.

Jin had enough.

“Let’s just go. We can buy another ball and come back tomorrow.” He said.

“And the day after that, and the day after that.” Jungkook added.

“Sadly, I don’t think so. I hate to break it to you but this will be the last time you guys are here.” The man shook his head, as if disappointed.

“Whatever.” Namjoon spit on the ground and walked past him.

“Be careful. Be very careful. I’m just warning you…There’s nothing to be afraid of except yourselves.” He laughed again.

“He’s crazy” Taehyung brushed past him and the rest followed suit.

But as crazy as he seemed, he was right.

Weeks later Hoseok overdosed. Yoongi burned his house down. Jimin fell asleep in the bathtub, Jungkook was jumped and Namjoon got arrested.

Now Taehyung had blood on his hands.

Jin wanted all of this to end, his friends were falling apart right before his eyes, but most of all Jin wondered what would happen to him.

All he could do was think about the guy from the docks who said all of this was going to happen. But how did he know?

Taehyung cried the whole ride over to docks. He kept saying “sorry” over and over again, to his sister, to Jin, to himself.

Jin’s tears got the best of him even though he was trying his best to stay calm, for Taehyung who was sobbing uncontrollably and the agony was so deep in his cries.

The same cries he’s head each of his friends make. It wasn’t fair. They had gone through so much together and all Jin could to was cry too.

“Taehyung. Something’s going on. It’s not your fault.” Jin tried to explain through sympathetic whimpers. “I know you.”

He helped Taehyung out of the car, practically carrying him over his shoulders because Taehyung was in another world. His body was limp and weak with guilt.

Jin spotted the boat and carefully boarded the swaying wood, kicking the door open.

“Sit here.” He placed Taehyung on the floor.

He slumped down, talking to himself and not making any sense.

“Breaking my property now?!” The old man came out of another door, probably leading to another tiny room. “What’s this? What do you want?” He pointed at Taehyung.

“You need to help. I know you can tell the future. You said things were going to get worse, how did you know?”

“I don’t need to do anything. This is just how things occur in life.” He replied.

“Yes you do. All my friends are living through hell right now and you know why. You know how to stop it. Who are you?”

“I came from South America, they referred to me as the shaman…As for your pathetic friends, it wasn’t my doing or anyone else’s. it was their own doing.”

Taehyung whimpered.

Jin grabbed the shaman by the collar. “You need to help them! Why is this happening? How do I stop it?”

“Are you afraid of what’s going to happen to you?” The shaman scoffed.

“I don’t care what happens to me, help him!” Jin was shivering with anger.

“If I help him it means another life gets ruined instead.”


“Yours.” He replied quickly.

Then he leaned down and pet Taehyung’s head.

“You’re going to hell, your sins will drag you down without mercy. How do you want to live till then?”

Jin kneeled down next to Taehyung and pushed the shaman’s hand away.

“Hyung, please help me.” Taehyung murmured, looking at Jin.

The shaman sighed. “You have two choices Taehyung…live with the sin you have committed…or bury it forever with another soul. No one will know, no one will come after you, and it would be like it never happened. Things will go back to normal, even your friends will be happy again.”

“What are you talking about?” Jin questioned but the shaman only spoke to Taehyung.

“You’ll have to kill him.” He said to Taehyung, and Jin grew angrier.

“Kill who?! You’re not making any sense. Just help us. I’ll do anything. Just please help my friend.”

“Why?” Taehyung cried out, grabbing the shaman and shaking him around. “Why?!”

“You took a soul Taehyung. Now your soul is doomed. To save it, you must take another and send that one to hell in your place.”

“Why him?!” Taehyung growled, tackling he shaman to the floor.

“None of you died yet. He’s weak. It was going to happen anyways. Destiny wants one of you……………..just one life. Is it going to be yours?”

Taehyung began to sob again. He rocked backed and forth and shook his head.

“What is he talking about? Tae. Don’t listen to him. We can run. Together. They won’t find you ever again.”

“One life, in exchange for the happiness of the rest.”

“Hyung, I can’t. I’m sorry. I can’t live like this. We’re all fucked. I have to help them, just like you’re helping me. I’m sorry. We love you.” He cried.

“Tae. Don’t listen to him. He’s not making sense. He doesn’t want to help us. It was a mistake coming here. Let’s go. We need to get as far away as possible.”

“So what’s it going to be?” The shaman asked.

Taehyung’s words were almost unintelligible through his sobs now.

He held onto Jin’s hand and cried harder than ever.

The only thing Jin understood were his apologies. The shaman was gone.

Taehyung suddenly stopped crying and looked at Jin.

“Tae. Where did he go? What did he tell you to do?”

“Kill you.” Taehyung said emotionless.

Jin couldn’t move. Taehyung moved behind him and covered his eyes with one hand.

A sharp pain in his neck made Jin’s eyes widen and a gasp escaped his lips.

The shaman reappeared and Taehyung fell to his side, Jin watching in horror as blood covered his own body.

Jin fell onto his side as well and the shaman began chanting over him. As he looked at his friend next to him, Jin was afraid that Taehyung was dead already. He was completely still but eyes open and lifeless.

The shaman cut Taehyung’s shirt off of him and Jin saw the marks on his back. At the same time he felt weaker with each minute.

It had to be an artery bleeding out.

Taehyung’s eyes began to blink and his face scrunched up in pain. Jin saw the marks become wounds and then with each passing minute it became clear what was happening to his friend.

He was growing wings. Dark black wings.

Quiet groans filled the room. Jin was paralyzed and dying, unable to help his friend despite the fact that Taehyung had caused this.

Jin reached out for Taehyung, who was on his hands and knees heaving with pain, and just barely touched his hand.

The shaman continued chanting and Jin lost consciousness.

“What happened after that? When you woke up.” You asked him. He didn’t realize he was crying and when you wiped his tears away he gently pushed your hand away.

His expression turned hard again.

“I woke up as a monster. Taehyung was sleeping. He didn’t remember who I was. No one did, only Jungkook.”

“Why? Where is he now?”

“He ran away. He was scared of running into the people who hurt him. I killed people to ease the pain. I didn’t want to feed but once you starve yourself for so long, you lose control. The shaman was right about one thing….everything did go back to normal, but normal was already a living hell for us. But at least they had each other….They didn’t remember me so I stayed back, watching them from a distance.”

“How did you end up here?”

“I just chose a random city. Going back to school seemed like the most normal thing to do.”

“At least you chose this city and this school.” You wrapped your fingers between his.

“Yeah.” He squeezed your hand in his. “I guess that’s the only thing that went right so far.”


“Why?” You asked.

Home was a place of bad memories, of trauma. Why did he have to go back?


“He came back?” You didn’t know if this was a good thing or not.

“Yeah but thing have changed since then…the guys, they wanted nothing to do with him. Jungkook brought back too many dark memories. He knows something’s different about me and he knows I killed the shaman, but he doesn’t know what I really am.”

You couldn’t imagine it. Jin killing someone. It just sounded wrong. He seemed like he could do no wrong. Too perfect to have any flaw.

But you knew better than that.

“What are you going to do about him? Or what did you do.”

“I told him to start over, like I did. As always he never listens. He’s been pestering each of them, trying to get them to remember.”

“Did he go to Taehyung…did you see him again?”

Jin lowered his gaze and shook his head.

“That’s why I went. To stop Jungkook from getting to him. If Jungkook’s the only one that remembers me then I’m worried he’s the only one that can make Taehyung remember.”

“It’s not fair Jin. So what if he remembers what he did. Why should he get to live a normal life? He killed you. It’s not your problem if he remembers, it’s his own guilt that he’ll have caused.”

Even though Jin said he was happy with you it was hard not to wonder, if being with you was enough to overshadow the sorrow he felt knowing he was going to be like this forever.

Being something other than human, it wasn’t his choice and he didn’t enjoy having to kill others. The fact that he killed the dangerous, the criminal, it still didn’t shake the thought that he was also a murderer.

You always wondered if he had just taken a life or when he was going to take another. It was hard to believe that he was capable of murder but he was a vampire and he had no other choice.

He tried animals, blood bags, even starvation wouldn’t kill him.

Your blood quenched his thirst but only for so long. He couldn’t go more than two weeks without needing more.

But you’ve grown addicted to his bite. It was a sadistic and embarrassing need you grew to like. He hated it.

Once he realized you were aching for his bite he tried to feed on you only when necessary.

He was trying to find others like him, in hopes of some explanation as to why you would want to get bitten. Maybe it was just him. Something vampires have, like a way to attract prey. But that made no sense because he needed to kill, yet he couldn’t kill you no matter how good you taste.

“Don’t think like that Y/N. I don’t need you to be mad at him for me. If Taehyung and the rest of them remember, what good does it do? It won’t change me back. They’re happy now. That’s why Taehyung did it. Not for himself but for everyone else.”

“Everyone else except you.”

“I’m happy when I’m with you. That’s enough for me.”

“You basically just said that you hate the rest of your life except for when you’re with me, that’s sad Jin. And it’s not right.”

“You know what’s not right? Jungkook keeping me away from you for two weeks. I’m going to make sure he suffers when he comes.”

“He’s coming here? And you know, a text would’ve been nice. That’s really the only reason why I was mad.”

“Ah…about that.” Jin took out his phone.

The screen was shattered.

“Jungkook likes to get on my nerves. And yes. He is coming here…to start over.” He sighed.

“There’s still email…” you muttered, knowing he could hear you clearly.

“Stay with me tonight.” He said lightening the mood.

He liked to tease and joke around but only when he was with you. At school he was the cool guy but with you he was funny, silly, he was alive again.

“No way. You’ll bite me again.”

“Isn’t that what you want?” He winked.

You gasped and blushed bright red. He was using your slight addiction against you. He sometimes called it your kink but that made you so embarrassed he knew it was dangerous to call it that.

You could hit him with all your strength and he wouldn’t feel a thing. He said it would help you relieve stress but you only tried it once and it didn’t relieve your stress at all. He was like a statue without reaction. It was like punching a mannequin.

Only when he began to make exaggerated expressions as if in pain, that’s when you started to laugh and shower him with kisses.

“If I stay you can’t touch me.” You said casually.

“Deal. Now finish eating. We don’t have all night.”


“Just carry me.” You whined.

It wasn’t that you felt tired, it was just that you hadn’t felt his arms around you in weeks and you just wanted to cuddle.

“If I stay you can’t touch me” He threw your words right back at you, raising his voice an octave higher.

“Jin, I’m tired.” You whined, determined to lie your way into his arms. “It’s like thirty feet to the front door.”

“You’re heavy.” He said getting out of the car and coming to open your door.

“i am not. To you I’m like a feather.”

“No more like a really heavy box.”

“I haven’t seen you in half a month.” You frowned, tiring of his teasing.

He noticed and a smirk spread across his face.

“Come here.” He said, opening his arms.

With a smile, you got out of the car and latched onto him, wrapping your legs around him as he carried you off to the beautiful beach house.

Part of you ecstatic that you didn’t have to get sand anywhere near your feet.

At school, everyone begged him to throw parties here at the beach house but Jin really got the place to have a quiet hideout. It was at the end of the beach and far from the public area but it was huge and visible from anywhere on the sandy coastline. It was built on a cliff that wasn’t too high but also not too low either.

You had some things here and some stuff back at your apartment. He wasn’t rushing you into moving in and he even paid the rent for your apartment to give you something less to worry about.

This was just one of the ways he liked to spoil you. He wanted you to use your money however you wanted, and other expenses like rent, utilities, even groceries he covered.

Of course you declined initially but he wasn’t having it. He was so rich, he had to hide money from the government.

Most of the money he has, it’s technically stolen. He liked to threaten the ones who used their power selfishly.

He got a steady income from some of the world’s wealthiest men and he secretly owned most of the stocks from more than ten small countries.

Countries that were in economic disarray. He was in school to learn how he could use his advantages to help those countries and its people in need.

He mentioned that overseas, Jungkook was taken in by a wealthy oil tycoon who left him millions before his death.

But that made Jin wonder why Jungkook would even want to come back, or why he would want stay here in this old city. He could go anywhere else in the world.

You guessed that Jungkook just wanted to be around Jin. He wanted something familiar. Something to remind him of the home he was forced to leave behind.

Overall, Jin’s past and his old friends had a sad story.

As much as he wanted to, Jin could never move on like the rest of them. He was stuck like this forever.

“I’m glad you’re back.” You whispered against his chest, snuggling into his arms and feeling the soft cotton of his shirt against your nose.

“Me too.” He said quietly.

You could still hear the pain in his voice.

“Don’t be sad Jin. You’re home now.” You breathed, pulling on his shirt.

He grabbed your hand while it was still clutching his shirt and you opened your eyes, looking up at him.

You let go of the fabric and Jin kissed you before taking off his shirt and climbing on top of you.

Wrapping your hands behind his neck, you pulled him in close again and he made out with your lips.

Without warning he punctured your lips and you winced with a small whine.

“Jin.” You smiled, and he kissed your bottom lip, sucking and licking the small drop of blood forming at the skin.

“I got carried away.” He kissed your cheek gently and rolled onto his back.

“We can’t do anything tonight anyways, you already bit me.”

“I know, I took a lot of blood too.”

You guys tried more than once before, but having sex after losing blood, it left you exhausted the next day. So exhausted you couldn’t move any part of your body.

One of the setbacks of being human.

You straddled him and he shook his head, already shaming you for not going to sleep like a good girl.

Blood droplets continued to form at your lip and you frowned. Tomorrow your lip would be a bit swollen and it would hurt when he kissed you.

Slightly annoyed at him for teasing, you licked the blood off your lip and tasted the bitter, iron like liquid.

He quickly pushed you onto your back again and you looked up at him innocently, knowing exactly why he was so riled up.

Seeing you taste your own blood, he said it was the sexiest turn on.

“Go to sleep Y/N.” He glared back, tucking you in and moving away to his side of the bed.

You pouted and felt stupid for teasing him like that especially when it was the first night you had him back, and the first day he’s fed in weeks.

Hugging him from behind, you kissed the back of his neck and knew he wasn’t going to move the rest of the night. He wasn’t mad, he just knew how to make you do what he wanted.

You already knew that no matter how hard your tried, he wouldn’t talk to you again for the rest of the night, he would just stay frozen like a statue.

Instead you spoke to him, telling him about your days while he was away, and slowly but surely dozing off into your dreams.


The cafeteria was almost deserted this early in the morning. There were maybe about five people sitting down on their laptops and eating at the same time. Others on their phone.

You skipped breakfast that morning and Jin said he’d meet you here.

At the doors there were vending machines that sold all kinds of drinks. After getting a coffee, you stood by the doors and heard their voices approach.

“Jin hyung. Please. I have no where to go.”

“Not my problem Jungkook. It’s not like you don’t have money to rent a place. Plus I have a girlfriend, she practically lives with me already.” He swung the cafeteria doors open.

One of them swung into you, a small gasp escaping your mouth as you stumbled towards the nearest table, somehow not spilling an ounce of your drink.

“Are you okay?” His arms were stabilizing you in an instant. The look of death on his face. “I didn’t see you babe, are you hurt?”

“I’m fine.” You laughed, embarrassed at his behavior in front of his friend. “You must be Jungkook.”

“Yeah. You must be Jin’s girlfriend.” He said, smiling politely.

You wondered why he didn’t know your name but then you remembered what Jin just said. Jungkook didn’t even know you existed until just now.

Jin was still staring at you.

“Jin, I’m fine. Really.”

Like that, he snapped out of it and turned to Jungkook.

“This is Y/N. We’ve been dating for a while and we have plans to eat breakfast together so-”

“Got it. I’ll text you later. It was nice meeting you Y/N.” He nodded.

“Likewise.” You waved goodbye as you were herded towards the food by Jin.

“You seem annoyed.” You commented, a bit disappointed that Jin was in a bad mood and that he didn’t even mention he had a girlfriend to Jungkook.

“He’s being a pain in the ass.”

“He misses you maybe? It seems like he needs you and he wants a place to stay where he can feel comfortable.”

“You heard all that?” He asked.

“I don’t have to come over. I can move my stuff out. You guys can be bros and bond again.”

Jin grabbed a tray and began looking through this morning’s options. You didn’t even bother looking at the food since he already knew what you liked.

“I really don’t care if he misses me or not.” Jin continued to fill your tray.

“You didn’t get a tray for yourself.” You pointed out.

“Jesus.” He said, almost cursing, before turning back to get another.

When he came back you took his tray and grabbed his face in your hands. He froze but he looked down at you with a hard expression.

“Jin. Relax.” You kissed him and felt his body relax instantly.

“If you want to help me relax, I suggest we go somewhere else.” He trailed his kissed down your neck.

You pushed away from him before anyone saw. “Your human emotions are coming out.”

“Vampires get…excited…too.”

You sighed, giving him a sad smile. “I mean you’re lack of sympathy. If you don’t want anything to do with him that’s fine. But I assume in his eyes, you’re his friend.”

“You know I don’t have friends. Not really.”

“Only me.” You reminded yourself like he always does.

He only cared about you. No one else.

While that seemed sweet at first, you came to realize that he really didn’t care about others. You wondered if it was because he was a vampire, or because he was afraid to trust anyone else.

Humans were really no better than vampires when it came to sympathy, empathy, jealousy, envy and any other bad emotion.

“He ran Y/N. He ran away from all his problems, from us.”

“From what I know, he didn’t have a choice. He was young and he was probably scared to death.”

He smiled at your unintentional choice of words. Instantly, you felt embarrassed.

“I’ll be nice to him. Only because I don’t want you to think I’m some demon from hell with no feelings. You know, you’re no human either Y/N. You’re an angel.”

“I know you’re not a monster Jin. You think you’re a monster but humans aren’t much different. I love you, blood sucking kink or not.”

He gave you a genuine smile before his expression turned dark.

“Prove it.” He dared, taking a step closer, eliminating the space between you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him gently. He took control and pressed his lips against yours, getting rougher with his movements and you giggled, bringing attention to yourselves but he played it off by focusing back on the food selection.


His teeth grazed the skin on your neck and you inhaled sharply, biting your lips in hopes of not letting him know how much you wanted it. He wanted it too, the ecstasy and peace he left on top of the pleasure.

Your neck was more than exposed for him but you kept your head back, focusing on the pleasure building up within your core as you rode him on the couch.

He kissed his way up between your breasts and he loved to leave marks around the skin with each greedy suckle.

“Faster baby.” He ordered, concentrating his lips onto your neck.

He gently sucked around the wound marks, and the slight pain heightened your senses, the pleasure.

“Jin.” You whined, holding him tighter and rocking your hips faster, pumping him just the way he liked.

“Ahh, fuck baby.” He growled, sucking your sweet spot and controlling his hunger.

If he bit, then it would hurt you and ruin your high, but he would feel so good, so pleased.

“Do it Jin.” You breathed, kissing his lips and assuring him that you wanted this. You missed him so much, his touch, his groans, his breathy orders. You wanted to please him.

He kissed you again before switching positions, picking you up and placing you against the couch instead. He was so fast with his movements, it all happened within a blink.

He was pounding into you now, and you threw your head back, letting him sink his teeth into you. The pain somehow wasn’t as bad as usual, and you felt yourself orgasm suddenly.

He groaned loudly and you were underneath him, on cloud 9 and breathing quickly, completely overwhelmed with pleasure.

As you both rode out your high, he brushed the hair away from your face and became gentle again, kissing your cheeks and letting his other hand caress your body.

“Fuck princess, you came when I bit you.” He kissed your neck with a gentleness that felt tender and warm.

“I’m sorry I can’t keep going.” You breathed.

He laughed and kept kissing you wherever he could. “I’m more than satisfied baby.”

You were spent and exhausted. He licked the blood dripping from your new wounds and carried your tired body to the bathroom.

“Having that kind of stamina must be nice for vampires no?”

“Vampire sex is boring. I like feeling your body react to everything I do, I can hear your heart pounding, your scent, it’s intoxicating. Not this, tropical melody body wash.” He picked up the bottle of soap and passed it to you.

“It was on sale.” You informed him as he lowered you into the bathtub.

“If I turn you, sex won’t be so much fun.”

“But I’d last a few more orgasms don’t you think? How many have you had in one night?” You asked, but you didn’t really want to know because then you’d wonder who was the lucky one that had pleasured him so much?

“No more than two, I only beat that record with you.” He said smugly, recalling the last time you guys had sex and you both came three times. “We’ll have plenty more orgasms princess but I prefer to keep you human for now.”

“As soon as I see a wrinkle you better turn me.”

“You’ll get wrinkles if you stay in the water too long, hurry and bathe, I’ll take a shower.” He kissed you and walked into the shower, turning the hot water on and fogging up the glass so that you couldn’t see him.

“Jin they haven’t stopped bleeding.” You entered the shower with him after you were done bathing.

He lifted your head up and looked at the puncture wounds.

“I already put on the stickers you gave me but they dissolved.”

“I’ll patch them up with a bit of gauze and in the morning they should be fine. Do you want to eat before we go to sleep?”

You shook your head.

As soon as the silk of the pajamas hit your skin, silk he bought custom made, you fell into his arms and closed your eyes before making it to the bed.

The next morning you didn’t even remember when he taped the small squares of gauze onto your neck.

But that’s how it usually went. Your low stamina felt like a burden. Most of the time you fell asleep right away when you just wanted to cuddle and have long conversations.

You peeled the tape and cotton off, two small scars developed on your skin. The other scars on your neck were fading but you realized that there were a lot. Pairs of dark spots lined your neck, which you always covered but it felt a bit scary to look at.

Were you becoming addicted? The pain was worth the unique sensation. To be able to please him, to feel the thin border between pain and pleasure as he suckled the skin on your neck. Isn’t that like a kink, not an addiction you had to be ashamed of?

You looked at yourself in the mirror and Jin came into the room. He did a double take and came to inspect your skin immediately.

“You have too many marks on your neck. They’re not fading as fast as before. Y/N, you have every right to refuse my bite.” He said disappointedly.

“I can cover them up easily. It doesn’t hurt. You needed to feed before, and last night I wanted to make you feel good.”

“I need to take you to the doctor, when’s the last time you had a checkup?”

“Six months ago, when you took me.”

“We need to go again. Maybe you need to change your diet. Is anyone in your family diabeti-”

You shut him up with a kiss.

“I’m fine Jin. You wouldn’t have to worry so much if I was like you.”

“We talked about this.”

“I know. I don’t want you to turn me but all I can see are positives.”

“If you saw the real me you wouldn’t want anything to do with vampire.”

“I know the real you Jin. Stop trying to make me feel bad for loving you.”

“I scare you sometimes. Isn’t that reason enough for you to stop loving me?” He lowered his head.

It was one of those rare times in which he became vulnerable and completely human.

“Okay then break up with me. You should have the guts to leave me, to break my heart and claim it’s for my own good.” He looked up at you, watching your small outburst and he became a vampire again.

He bit his lip slightly and stood up, taking your face into his hands and bringing his lips dangerously close to yours.

“You know what’s the worst thing about being a vampire Y/N? Why I can’t just leave you alone?” You stared into his eyes and felt nothing but complete love for him, hypnotized by his perfection and the way he made you feel.

“We love being selfish.” He growled before biting your neck. You gasped at the pain and yet it didn’t matter.

You loved him too much to refuse and he loved you too much to let go. Even if this only lasted a lifetime, you wanted him to be your vampire, and no one else’s.


Part 3

Last Straw / Reggie Mantle

Words: 1112

I was supposed to be meeting Reggie in the student lounge after class but I was running late because my teacher wanted me to stay back. I took my time, knowing he was probably hanging out with his friends while he waited. 

The halls were practically empty as I made my way to the lounge, which meant they were silent-leaving me alone with my thoughts. 

I came face to face with the entrance just as another student was leaving, “Thank you,” I smile as I walk into the room, passing the boy who was holding the door open.

Not expecting to be met with the sight of my boyfriend jumping over the back of the couch aiming for Jughead, I’m brought to a sudden stop.

“Hey, shut the hell up Reggie,” Archie intervenes.

“Boys,” Veronica interjects.

“What do you care, Andrews?” 

“Nothing. Just leave him alone.”

“Holy crap. Did you and Donnie Darko kill him together? Was it some sort of pervy blood-brother thing?”

“Reggie!” I yell out, shocked he would suggest such a thing-but he didn’t hear me. I was merely acknowledged by Veronica and Kevin who both shot me a sympathetic look.

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Who Do You Love More? (Part 2)

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Cursing

Part 1

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The paladin glared at the vending machine as its scrolling marquee announced the availability of …magic potions, enchanted door keys, maps, traps… “I’ll never understand. Here of all places.”

“Lets just pay the damn thing,” the party’s rogue demanded as she stuffed a few coins into the machine’s slot. She had lifted the coins from the paladin’s pocket earlier and so didn’t mind treating everyone.

A map was selected and given to the party’s dwarven fighter who studied it and their surroundings, looking for hidden doorways and traps. Come back soon! Stock up on healing potions, trust me! Are you sure you have enough magic? the vending machine offered.

The party set down a tunnel and was immediately beset upon by a giant red lizard. It was defeated, but the cost was high.

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“Don’t Call Me a Midget!”

A Brett Talbot imagine.

You got up from your lunch table and walked over to the vending machines in the hall outside of the lunch room, pulling out your wallet to buy a bottle of water. As you did, someone came up next to you, but you thought nothing of it, thinking they were just going to get something from the machine next to the one you were at. 

“Oh, hey, it’s you!” the person said and you immediately knew who it was. You glanced up, locking eyes with Brett Talbot. “Short stuff,” he laughed. 

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The Playbook (Jughead Jones X Reader) prt. 2

summary- Reggie puts the reader in the playbook and Jughead finds out. Things go down, but not without a little romance first.

warnings- fluff, fighting, kissing.

requested- no but I got positive feedback on part one!

A/N- i have a math benchmark tomorrow wooooo kms. 

Read part one or this will make no sense! 

part 1

You ran after Jughead. Ran into the school. Into the student lounge. 

You stopped yourself in the door entrance, looking at the scene.

An angry Jughead, yelling at an angry Reggie. Archie was trying to stop them, but it wasn’t working. Betty, Veronica and Kevin stood anxiously away from the scene, all with frightened looks on their faces.

“You idiot!” Jughead was yelling at Reggie.

They were both standing by the vending machine, all in each others grill.

“No, it seems like your the idiot here!” Reggie shot back, “You just can’t understand that your crush wanted a good time. With me! And not you!”

“She didn’t do anything with you!” Jughead spat.

“Oh ya? Got any proof?” Reggie said, cockily.

That was it, Jughead launched himself at Reggie. 

Reggie was not expecting it, and Jughead hit him in the nose, hard.

Blood gushed from Reggie nose and he grunted in pain, stumbling backwards.

“You’re gonna pay for that!” Reggie yelled and tried to attack Jughead.

“Jughead!” You and the rest of the gang yelled as Reggie’s fist collided with Jughead’s eye.

Jughead stumbled back, holding his eye in pain.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed and rushed over to him as the rest of the gang did too. 

“See, you got what you deserved, dim whit.” Reggie said, still holding his bleeding nose.

you turned to Reggie.

“Get out of here!” You yelled and he did as you said, with the rest of the football team, laughing their way won the halls.

You kneeled beside Jughead who was now sitting not the ground.

“God, Jug, I told you not to do it.” Archie said as he shook his head.

“Worth it.” Jughead said flatly.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” You told him.

He looked up at you, with his green eyes. 

“Yes, I did…Even if I got beat up a bit, it was worth it.” He told you.

You smiled at him. You then touched his bruised eye.

He winced in pain, “Ow,” 

“Sorry!” You replied, taking your hand back.

Veronica then butted in, “We are going to get ice. You guys can… Stay here.”

And the rest of the gang went out of the room to get ice, leaving you and Jughead alone in the quite and empty room.

Veronica knew when something romantic as going on, so she obviously sensed the vibe and left you two alone. And you were relived about it. 

You needed to talk about that kiss.

“Juggie, I’m really sorry about your eye.” You told him as you sat beside him, resting our back on the wall.

“It’s ok.” He responded.

There was a moments silence before you shifted uncomfortably and said, “The kiss.” 

He turned to you, looking into your eyes.

“The kiss was… A kiss.” you said awkwardly. 

Jughead chuckled, “Ya.” 

“Ok, I’m sorry about that, I was caught up in the moment.” You assured him.

“It’s ok…” He replied, then silence, and then, “I liked it.”

You quickly turned to him. “You did?” 

He nodded.

You giggled, “Ya, uh, I did too.” 

He laughed and so did you. It was weird, having feelings for one of your best friends.

He then took your face in his hands and brung your lips to his. A soft and loving kiss. You broke away and rested your foreheads on one another’s.

“Wow!” What is going on here?” A loud and sarcastic voice came from the doorway. 

“Oh hey Ronnie…” You said as the gang came into the room.

“I knew it.” She said, “Yep, I just knew it.”

And you knew something too. You had the best friends and the best new boyfriend in the whole world.


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Jonghyun X Reader X Taemin

Word Count: 1,237

Summary: Taemin confronts you about an incident.

A/N: This is part two of The Hustle, but if you didn’t read that I don’t think its too big a big deal; there really isn’t much Jonghyun in this part, but don’t worry there will be later.

Warnings: Pretty Angsty, Guns, implied smut, drinking, cursing

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Loki’s Humor

Also i bought a double shot starbucks coffee from the vending machine before history and when i opened it up loki just pushed the song lyrics “wake me up inside (cant wake up) wake me up inside (saaave meee)” into my head and i almost spit my coffee out on my professor……

He was way too smug about it too.

Daisy! Lee Daehwi

Genre: fluff! finally sdkjdsflsb
Prologue: Rich student Daehwi
Warning : idek

I want to start a new series that involved a flower with a member, if you guys have any suggestions please go ahead and share them with me! :)

D - doubt
The school test results are finally posted on the wall. You stood there, grinning when you saw your name. “Number one once again.” You mumbled to yourself, turning around and leaving to let the rest of the growing crowd of students to check their own rank. Keeping an eye out for a certain boy who just happened to place second, again.

Daehwi rushed over from his classroom as soon as he heard Jinyoung say the results were out. Unable to see the scores from his spot in the back, he had no choice but to push his way to the front. Daehwi was determined to see who was number one, because this time he studied his butt off, and he did not want to lose to someone like you. After all the pushing and sorry’s, he was finally in the front. A gasp leaving his lips, pushing his way out of the crowd to see you there, smiling at him in victory.

A - affection
He took you to the cafe you mentioned a while back, sighing for the nth time. “Aw, don’t feel so down rich boy.” Daehwi glared at you, “but I actually tried on this test- how did you even get a higher grade?” You shrugged as you sipped your free drink from him, it was the reward from him to you. Honestly, you didn’t want to tell him that the test was your last chance for the school scholarship. Last time, Daehwi got first, and it butchered your chances of staying in school, so you had to step it up and studied for weeks; barely getting 4 hours of sleep each day.
“How is it going with the family?” Your family situation was not the best, Daehwi knew that.
“Hmm…” It has been a while since you two hanged out, mostly because you would rush home to go into your own corner of the house and study.

“Shoot.” You looked at the pink big clock on the wall of the cafe. “It almost the time for the supermarket sale.”
Daehwi burst out laughing, “Do you want my driver to take you?” You flashed him a smile, “That’ll be great, but I think I’ll just run.” Packing up your stuff, you waved goodbye to him and ran like your life depended on the sale to the supermarket.

It was nighttime when you came out of the market’s doors with six full bags of groceries. Proud of your accomplishment, but it was heavier than you expect. You barely stepped like 5 steps away from the doors, but you stopped 2 times just to adjust the bags so that they won’t strain your hand and arm muscles. “Okay, maybe I should have bought less stuff.” You muttered, standing straight again. You heard footsteps, thinking it was another customer, you knew you had to pick your shit together and move so that you won’t block them. “Hey y/n, need help?” You turned your head back to see Daehwi offering a smile with his hand extended to help you with the bags. “Oh gosh, Daehwi you scared me.” He chuckled and pointed to the car where his driver waved hi. “I’ve been waiting for an hour y/n. Do you always take that long to shop at the supermarket?” He grabbed a bag from your left and a bag from your right. “Not always, thanks by the way. You could have told me that you were going to wait for me.” “No problem… I always wanted to help you out, and if I told you that I was going to wait for you, you would’ve declined my offer like always. So I surprised you. Aren’t you glad to see me? Must have missed me right?” You let out a laugh, making him smile with pink cheeks, “Yes Daehwi. I’m super glad to see you again for the nth time today. But the missing you part… hmm no.” He gave you a pout before huffing away to the car, you smile at his reaction as you follow behind him.

I - inches away
A couple days later Jinyoung came by your classroom during lunch. “Hey y/n, I think Daehwi needs you right now.” You gave him a confused look and you nodded, which he replied with a shrug. Walking towards his classroom to see him sulking with his head down. “Hi Daehwi,” you bend down in front of his desk, “what’s wrong?” He slowly looked up to meet your eyes, they seemed to be spark with the sight of you. “Y/n… my dad set me up for an arranged marriage.” “Oh! Congrats!” “No- not congrats! I don’t want to go.” “Why not? Your dad is being considerate to find you a potential love partner.” “But I don’t want to get married to her.” “You never even met her.” “Exactly I don’t want to marry a stranger.” You chuckled, “I’m sure you’ll get to like her.” “No.” “Just go Daehwi, give it a chance.” Your heart was starting to ache as those words left your mouth. “I don’t want to. I’m not going.” “Why?” “Because I like you.” “….” “….” Daehwi shot up from his seat and ran away, bumping into Jinyoung who came back with three drinks from the vending machine. “Daehwi? Why are you running away from your own classroom??!!??”

S - swayed by your emotions
You stared at your reflection in the mirror as you brush your teeth, recalling the events that happened when you came home. Your dad left you with a note, saying he was going to go to Japan for a couple months for a job, he left you some money, no phone number, and another note that told you to keep up your school scholarship. You serious dad? ;;;;

The events suddenly went to Daehwi’s confession earlier, causing you to suddenly choke and your ears turning super red. You had a small interest in Daehwi, but you brushed them aside because your scholarship was on the line. All those smiles exchanged brought you happiness and fluttery feels, which you tried to conceal. Those occasional hugs you guys give each other out of excitement when you achieve a good score on the test or he scores in his ball game. That accidental (but not regretful) kiss on the cheek you gave him when he took you to meet your favorite author.
That one time during the three days field trip and when you two got lost chasing a rabbit, it took the whole afternoon to go back to camp where everyone else was worried sick. That night, he knocked on your tent (knock on tent ahahaha) and woke you up to see the stars with him, because he couldn’t sleep. He apologized for waking you up, but since you were already out of your sleeping stage (thanks to him) you agreed to go with him to the nearby hill that was seeable from the campground so that you two won’t accidentally get lost and lose your ways in the middle of the night. He offered you his jacket, noticing your body shivering and grinned. “Thanks for accompanying me.”

Huh, maybe that little interest actually grew in secret.

Y - you don’t have to worry
The next day, you walked to his classroom during lunch but he wasn’t there. “He’s not feeling well,” Jinyoung told you.

The following day, “He went to help out the teacher.”

It continued for a week, deciding that it’s better to just catch him after school. So on Friday, you excused yourself to the restroom but took all your stuff with you. Lol, your teacher didn’t care, you’re the number one student in the school. You walked out of gates to see the car already there, the driver waving hi to you as you smiled and waved back, knocking on the window. He rolled it down, “Hello miss y/n. Are you here to cheer up Daehwi?” You chuckled, “Yes I am. May I get inside the car?” “Sure.”

Daehwi sighed, it’s been a week since he saw you. He missed that cheeky beautiful smile of yours, your caring side, your remarks that would go against his own, he just missed your entire being that would be by his side. He missed having to chase after you since after that confession all he’s been doing was avoiding you instead. “Maybe I shouldn’t have confessed.” He mumbled to himself. The bell rang, another day ended with a frown on his face. “Cheer up Daehwi, honestly you should just go meet up with y/n. She’s been chasing you all week.” Jinyoung mentioned as he walked out the door, leaving Daehwi in shock. Have you been chasing him? What-

He went to your classroom, hoping you would still be there. No luck, you were in his car hahaha but he didn’t know yet :( so he walked with a pout out the gate and towards his car where his driver was giving a huge smile that Daehwi completely ignored.
He opened the door, “Hey Mr. Yoon can you drop me off at the cafe today… I want to get something to drink. AHH! SKFSLFNSLFNSFL WHAT THE HECK Y/N.” You burst out laughing at his reaction, “Hi Daehwi, I missed you.” Daehwi’s heart was racing out of his ribcage, cause his crush missed him??? UH. YES. GOOD. He sat down, red cheeks. “What are you talking about y/n?” He looked everywhere to not meet your eyes which would most likely make him get a high fever because your eyes are his weakness- your entire being is his weakness, “and what are you doing in here?”
“Well someone has been running away from me.” Your eyes still on him, never moving away from until his connect with yours.
“And I’m here to answer your confession.” Daehwi isn’t ready, he held up his hand to stop you from speaking more. “Wait.”
You giggled which were music to his ears (maybe he’s going to compose the beating of his heart for his next song, yeah most definitely.)
“I like you too Daehwi.”

You guys walked out of the car hands connected, rosy cheeks, smiles, and sweet gazes.

“Oh, by the way, y/n you’re living with me today because I know you’re living alone.”
“I may have gotten your dad a job in Japan so that I can help with your family situation… hehe… don’t worry I got your dad’s permission!” He opens his phone to show you a video of your dad explaining the situation and ended with him giving Daehwi a thumbs up and a wink. ‘Take care of her Daehwi.’

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thank you for reading!  

Tinderbox (I)

A/N: The cliché beginning ‘It was a dark and stormy night’ inspired this while, while back. A one shot that turned out so big I cut it in two. The second part will be posted (sometime) next weekend.

Word count: 5011

Characters (pairing): Reader, Sam, Dean, Bobby (Dean x reader)

Warnings: angst, blood, gore, injuries (nothing major though), fluff (mostly in the second part)

A/N II: Unbeta’d. It’s not nearly my best work (sorry!) but I’d still love to hear what you think. Please? Pretty please? :-)

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The Journey - Part One

Hey everyone,

So, I am starting this new project based on something that I am sure every Omelia fan can relate :) I am positive that, just like me, throughout the past three seasons you have wondered many times over what happened in between episodes.

For example, how exactly did Owen and Amelia end up in an on call room in the beginning of episode 11x16? How did they go from having pizza at the end of 12x10 to waking up together in bed in episode 12x12? So much happened in between the lines but we never got to see it.

Whoever follows my My Boys Universe knows that it follows up with Omelia’s married life, right after their wedding on the 12x24 finale. But instead of going forward with Owen and Amelia’s lives, this time we will take a look back and basically go through the developments that happened offscreen between the episodes. And just like in MB, everything that happened on the show, happened. I don’t change what’s canon. I merely add. Everything Amelia and Owen lived before and after these scenes have also happened in these stories. As always, I will remain loyal to the show. 

Before each new part, I will explain the timeline in which it sets and we will move forward little by little.

And now, I invite you to explore with me the missing parts of Owen and Amelia’s interactions, from their first encounter, through their ups and downs, all the way to their wedding day and subsequently, their married life.

This is called The Journey.


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#241 - For tokyyo-narita

Filling the prompt “something about the reader being sick - like a flu or something and Van taking care of her!??” from @tokyyo-narita

Note: There are a fair few Nurse Van stories going around. So, I present something a little different. I would love some feedback on the format of this one.

The harsh lights of the emergency room made everything seem sicker than it already was. Conversations were all hushed so people could eavesdrop on triage; trauma is entertaining, after all. The soft moans of pain and silent tears rolling down cheeks were making you feel worse. Van couldn’t hold you like you wanted, needed, him to. The plastic armrests of the chairs prevented proper contact. All he could do was kiss the side of your head and rub your back.

Your illness wasn’t visible. Your emergency was internal. The risk seemed managed. Therefore, the wait time would be long. As the hours passed you tried to keep yourself occupied by memorising the cast of characters in the room. The child who was sure she had swallowed glass, but was diagnosed with a slight bruise to her tummy. A man asking everyone for cigarette, but each time he asked he used a different slang word for a smoke. It was unclear what his illness was, if any. There was a young guy injured on the worksite. You caught a glimpse of his injured arm; it was twisted, broken, and bone was visible. An elderly woman was coughing up liquid a disconcerting colour, and you were sure she was patient zero for the zombie apocalypse.

When your stomach growled with hunger pains, Van begged you again to let him go and get you something substantial to eat. When you said no again and again, he settled on vending machine sandwiches and overpriced bottled water. It tasted blend and did little to distract you.

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It’s Oh So Quiet

Superbat, 973, (very light) emotional hurt/comfort

Summary:  Clark has a bit of a bad day, so he and Bruce meet up on a rooftop for a little chat.

Clark sat on the rooftop of a building, his feet dangling over the edge.  Gotham stretched out below him, dark but shining in its own way, shades of gray and silver under a big yellow moon.  Since he’d been with Bruce, he’d sort of gotten used to Gotham… it would never mean to him what it meant to Bruce, but there was a certain kind of comfort he felt there now.

It was like his feelings for Bruce – he was awed by such striking beauty hidden under such a gruff exterior, and felt safe because of the warmth he found there… now that he knew where to look.

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Mine: Finale (Part 3): “You Are the Best Thing That’s Ever Been Mine”

A/N: After three days and just shy of 2,000 words, part three is here! I hope everyone’s enjoyed reading this series… I’ve also included an epilogue as a bonus. Message me for anything :) Much love x

Part One: “We’re Taking On the World Together”

Part Two: “We’ve Got Nothing Figured Out”

“Three-month-old female,” one of the EMT in the ambulance spoke into a walkie-talkie, “unable to breathe. Had an allergic reaction to a prescribed antibiotic. Stand by for drop-off.”

“Oh God,” you cried. Tears welded up in your eyes at the sight of your baby daughter with an oxygen mask over her nose, IV needles inserted into her tiny arms, and the sound of her small gasps of air. Rosy’s skin was pale, her green eyes closed. The only part of her moving was her stomach.

You buried your face into Harry’s chest as he enclosed his arms around you. Muffled sobbing came out of you while Harry was completely silent. It took every bone, every muscle, every nerve in his body to keep himself from falling apart. “She’ll be okay,” he managed to choke out.

Rosy was undressed and left only in her diapers. One of the EMT men took an antihistamine and injected it into Rosy’s left thigh. You squirmed at the sight. You felt every needle they put inside Rosy. Everything your daughter felt, you felt.

Around 4:30 in the morning you arrived at the hospital, just minutes after paramedics received your call. The sky was still dark and the air cool and misty. The ambulance doors swung open, and Rosy was transferred onto a stretcher and taken into the emergency room by a team of nurses. You and Harry jumped out of the ambulance and followed quickly. The nurses took Rosy through a set of double doors.

“I’m sorry,” a male nurse said, stopping you in your tracks. “You have to stay here.”

“We’re her parents,” you tried to look through the small rectangular windows of the double doors, the sight of the stretcher fading.

The male nurse shook his head, “We can’t let you in at this time. We’ll keep you posted. Please have a seat, and wait here.”

“It’s alright, luv,” Harry said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Okay, we’ll wait here,” he told the nurse, “Please make sure our daughter’s alright.”

The nurse nodded then entered through the double doors.

“Baby, let’s take a seat,” Harry suggested. He motioned to the empty chairs at the corner of the emergency room.

You must have looked a mess that morning. Your eyes bloodshot from crying for hours—first after your big fight with Harry then again inside the ambulance. Pieces of your hair was falling out of your already messy bun. Harry didn’t look great himself. Exhaustion was written all over him. Dark circles formed under his eyes. He threw dirty clothes on just before paramedics arrived.

A few individuals waiting in the emergency room eyed you and Harry, probably wondering why you both looked familiar— or Harry, at least. Granted, they had bigger problems to worry about than where they had seen the curly haired man before. But at that moment, he definitely looked worse in person.

Media vans began to pull up on the streets.This was the last thing you needed. The rest of whole world judging your poor mothering skills. As if your husband wasn’t enough.

“Mum,” Harry said, holding his phone to his ear. “Mum— We’re at the hospital.”

“What!” You heard Anne yell through the phone. You couldn’t decipher the muffled words that followed after.

“Rosy had an allergic reaction. She couldn’t breathe,” Harry explained to a frantic Anne. “No, we didn’t… yes, bu’—… I don’t know, Mum.” Harry shut his eyes and rested his head on the wall. He listened to his mother speak, responding with a mixture of “Mhmm,” “Yeh,” and “I don’t know”. “Alrigh’, see you soon,” Harry finally said before hanging up.

“What did she say?” you asked Harry.

“Mum, Robin, and Gemma are on their way,” he said. “Luv, about what I said earlier, I—“

You stood up from you seat. “I’m going to take a walk,” you said abruptly before walking outside of the emergency room. “Could I join you?” Harry tried asking. You shook your head. “Alone,” you added. Harry nodded and watched you at you go. His head fell to his hands, tears finally breaking through him. “Christ,” he cursed, rubbing his eyes in frustration. He felt completely defeated.

The two things he valued more than anything were drifting farther and farther away from him.

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anonymous asked:

happy birthday, terry mcginnis! (Can we pleaseeeeeeee get a terry Drabble, I miss him terribly)

“You’re on the next flight back to Starling,” said Mr. Wayne, sounding even more gravelly than usual by phone.

At baggage claim in Gotham International, Terry yanked his suitcase from the carousel one-handed and adjusted the phone against his ear. “You couldn’t have decided this before I got on the plane home?” Every minute in the air, he had resented being called back to work while Mrs. Queen was missing. Turning right back around was exactly what he wanted, but he could not let this pass without a grumble.

“We didn’t have the information we have now,” Mr. Wayne replied, even and businesslike. “Your flight boards in forty minutes. Before you go, there are some things you should understand.”

Terry had known Mrs. Queen for years, eaten at her dining room table, and laughed at her stories about the old man as she had known him twenty years prior. She had welcomed Terry into her house with cheerful equanimity, even moments after discovering him and Jon attempting to beat each other up in her backyard. “Boys! Dinner,” was all she yelled to stop them.

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