are you going to the mall later

babykittenag  asked:

I went to the mall with my boyfriend and his mom, and he out his arms around me and said i was so small but then later pestered me about eating. How do you avoid this or deal with this?

i think the best thing to do if you’re really struggling is to be honest about when you’re going through

Warm

Time for some more whump! It’s Day Two- Hypothermia!

Lance and Keith (read: klance) go to an ice planet.

why do i only ever hurt lance


“Figures,” Lance grumbled. “Stereotypical ice planet. Why couldn’t the rebels have lived on, I don’t know, a tropical island? The entire known universe and we can’t stumble across some beach residents in need of rescue?”

“Lance,” Shiro’s disapproving voice sounded over the coms. “The two of them gave me their only ship. Which means we’re helping them. They’re part of a freedom fighter organization, maybe they can help us.”

“Yeah, okay, but why do I have to be the one that gets sent down here? I’m from Cuba! This is way, way below comfortable temperatures for me.”

“Quit whining,” Keith snapped, glaring at Lance over his shoulder. “Our armor’s designed to keep us warm, and this is below comfortable for anyone. And pick up the pace.”

Lance rolled his eyes, but jogged to catch up to him.

“Sorry, Lance, but the red lion is the best at withstanding extreme temperatures. And it’s smaller, and faster than the other lions, so it can better navigate the terrain,” Shiro explained.

“Wish I had help navigating the terrain now,” Lance muttered under his breath. The two of them were currently struggling through over a foot of snow. “And that doesn’t explain why I had to bring Keith with me.”

“Because going on solo missions to unknown locations is how you get killed,” Pidge pointed out. “Star Wars? Hoth? Luke almost getting annihilated by the abominable snowman? Any of that ring a bell?”

“Quiznaking ice planets. Why are we out of the lion anyway, Shiro? Red’s warm. Do you want us to freeze to death and then have to hide inside the body of a space camel?” Lance’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Star Wars, Keith. Remind me to marathon it with you when we get back to Earth. My niece loves those movies, and she’ll eat all the popcorn, but it’s worth it. Trust me.”

“Would you two take this mission seriously?” Shiro asked. Lance could practically see him rubbing his temples exhaustedly. “I know it’s not exactly high-stakes adventure, but these guys saved my life. You’re not going to go prancing around the planet in your lion and accidentally destroy their hideout.”

Prancing? Shiro, I don’t prance, I'm—”

“Lance, look,” Keith interrupted him and pointed out towards a large stretch of ice before them. It would’ve been a lake, had the planet not had such low temperatures. “Pidge, is that the direction we need to go?”

“Yep,” she told them. “The hideout’s not far from the opposite side.”

Keith sighed. “We’ll have to go around.”

“Woah, what? Keith, that lake is huge! It’d be so much easier to walk straight across,” Lance protested. “I’m not about to freeze to death while we take the scenic route.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, that’s ice, dumbass. If it can’t support our weight and breaks then we really could freeze to death! That water’s gotta be a lot worse than this.”

“I’m not an idiot, Keith, I know that. Pidge, if I send you a scan can you see if it’ll support us?” Lance asked. Pidge made a noise of affirmation, and Lance used his armor’s scanner to send an analysis of the ice to her.

“It looks pretty thick,” she mused. “I wouldn’t jump up and down or start hacking at it with your bayards if I were you, but you’ll be able to walk across.”

See?” Lance smirked at him. “What’d I tell you? It’s fine.”

“Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, check the lake? What if there’s a… space octopus in there, or something? Or a shark? I mean, they wouldn’t normally live in lakes, but this isn’t Earth so who knows? Are space alligators a thing?” Hunk spoke so fast it was almost difficult to understand.

“Hunk, you’re rambling,” Lance observed with a fond smile. “But don’t worry. The top of the lake is frozen, so they wouldn’t be able to breathe, right? Let alone get to us. If it makes you feel better, I’ll do a full scan of the lake.”

“Nope. No animals down there,” Pidge confirmed a few moments later. “Now would you two hurry up and cross?”

“I still have a really bad feeling about this,” Keith mumbled.

Lance turned towards him with a grin. “We are so watching Star Wars together. In fact, we should see if they have it at the space mall. But sorry, Keith, if you want to go the long way, be my guest. I’m not going to wait any longer than I have to.”

“He really is the true pilot of Red,” Pidge sounded as if she was trying to repress a laugh. “Impatient as all hell.”

Hey!” Keith and Lance exclaimed at the same time.

Pidge snorted. “Just get going already.”

Lance wasted no time in starting out across the lake. He was several paces ahead of Keith, who still hesitated to step out onto it. As he was about to continue forward, Keith stopped in his tracks. He could swear he saw something dark moving below the ice, but Pidge had scanned the lake for life, hadn’t she? It must just be his imagination. He started forward again, but just then the ground shook, and the ice in front of Lance exploded.

He let out a strangled yelp, stumbling away from whatever had just burst out of the lake. Keith could hear the frantic voices of the others in his ears, but it all descended into white noise as he saw the vine that had broken through the ice wrap around Lance’s legs.

He rushed forward, but it was already too late. Keith watched as Lance was dragged into the hole made by the creature, and plunged into the freezing lake.


The water was murky, and dark. Lance could barely see, all he knew was that something was dragging him further and further down into the depths. He didn’t have time to activate his helmet properly before water was rushing into his lungs.

He felt the grip of whatever held him tightening on his legs, and though he tried to kick he couldn’t break free.

Lance forced himself not to panic. Panicking wouldn’t help him. So he collected his thoughts, summoned his bayard, and pointed it down. He still couldn’t see anything, but with luck he’d hit the monster, not himself. He moved his finger to the trigger, aimed for what he hoped wasn’t his leg, and fired.

Judging by the shriek of pain and how the hold on him loosened, Lance guessed the laser met its mark. He kicked upwards immediately, swimming quickly to the surface. However, with limited eyesight and dwindling oxygen, his hands met nothing but ice. Panic started to overtake him again as he desperately scrambled to find the hole which he’d fallen into.

Lance was just starting to give up hope completely when suddenly a hand snagged around his wrist and yanked him to the side, and up to the surface.

Lance sucked in a breath, coughing the water out of his lungs as he collapsed onto the ice. His vision was foggy around the edges, but he could see well enough to notice Keith kneeling over him, breathing heavily.

“Are you okay?” he demanded, hands hovering over Lance’s form. “Are you hurt?”

“What—” Lance coughed again. “What was that… that thing?”

“I… I didn’t scan for plants,” Pidge told him apologetically. “In my defense, I had no idea there would be some crazy strong… Venus flytrap-ish monster living here.”

Now will you listen to me when I tell you something’s a bad idea?” Keith asked, sounding way to relieved to actually come off as angry.

Lance gave him a shaky smile. “I c-could ask you the… the same, S-samurai.”. Keith tensed immediately.

“Why’s he talking like that?” he asked. “He’s… breathing weird, too. And shivering. Pidge, what—”

“Keith. Scan. Now.” Pidge’s voice was suddenly alert, and when Keith complied, she cursed. “Hypothermia. I should’ve guessed. Keith, get him back to the castle. He should be fine, but he needs a pod. Allura and I will come back to the planet in Blue later.”

Keith nodded, picking Lance up in his arms as if he weighed nothing at all, before rushing towards Red. “Hang on, Lance. You’re gonna be fine.”

“You.. you were r-right,” Lance admitted around chattering teeth. “That was a… very b-bad idea.” His eyes started to slide shut.

“Wh— no, Lance, you have to stay awake. C'mon, keep your eyes open. We’re almost there.”

“’M sorry, Keith, b-but it’s… it’s freezing, and you’re r-r-really w-warm,” Lance mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning his head on Keith’s shoulder. “I think… I’ll just take a little n-nap.”

“Lance, no, you’ve got to—” Keith started insistently, but Lance had already passed out in his arms.


Lance fell unceremoniously out of the healing pod, but was luckily caught before he collapsed onto the floor. He looked up to meet Keith’s dark eyes, and promptly groaned. “So, I guess we had another bonding moment.”

Keith bristled. “That’s all you have to say? Not ‘thank you for saving my life?’ After your stupid decision-making skills got you put in a pod for the… how many times has it been now?”

Lance ignored him. “Where are the others?”

“None of them wanted to stay overnight, because, again, you’ve been in this pod way too many times,” Keith told him, unsure if he should point out that Lance had made no move to step back, so Keith was still supporting the entirety of his weight.

“And yet you stayed,” Lance grinned. “Guess I should probably start listening to you, huh?”

“Guess so.”

Lance’s smile turned quickly into a smirk. “Well, that’s too bad, since we both know that’s never going to happen.”

Keith scowled, prepared to drop Lance onto the floor. He would have to, if Lance hadn’t leaned forward at that exact moment and kissed him.

It didn’t last long, but Keith was blushing furiously, anyway. It was nice to see that Lance looked a little flustered, too, though.

“Thanks,” Lance said softly. “For saving my life.”

“Um,” Keith started, brain still trying to understand what was going on. “Did you just— you and I— is this— what?”

Lance laughed, finally stepping back from Keith and turning to walk out the door. “I’m going to go get some food goo, if you’d care to join me.”

Keith watched him go, and stammered out a few more incoherent sentences before rushing after him.

6

Bonus:

Hello! Sorry i haven’t posted anything but i’m trying to finish a chapter for my fic, but of course, while writing, this popped into my head! I just had to draw it! I don’t know if it’s been done before? 

I spent most of the day at the mall today, my mom made my brother and I go earlie so then we could all have lunch (with my dad too) cause we had to buy some stuff for uni DX! (you know i’ve had the same school bag since eighth grade until now, so it was really sad to pic a new one :c i’ll post a picture of it, it deserves it!) And i took my sketchbook with me and everytime my brother stopped to try on some shoes i would sit down and draw XD

So that’s for now! See you soon! Later tonight maybe! :D

Mafia!Got7 when they think your dead but your just going shopping/ maknae line

Got7 as Mafia members when they can’t find you and think your dead, but your actually just going shopping.

requested ~~


Youngjae:

Finally you had time to buy a new dress! Youngjae and you were planning a big party with his gang and since you wanted to didn’t seem to find a nice dress in your closet, you were now at the shopping mall. It didn’t take long and you found a beautiful, dark blue dress that was exactly your taste. You smiled and walked to the changing room, satisfied that you found something so fast. You tried it on and looked at yourself in the mirror. It didn’t look to bad, hopefully Youngjae would like it too.

You decided to take a picture of the dress and send it to him, so you searched for your phone and unlocked it. But instead of opening the camera you noticed that you had about 5 missed calls. All of them from your boyfriend Youngjae. Suddenly you sighed: You had forgotten to tell him that you were going out. You quickly called him back and he picked up quite fast.

„(Y/N), where the hell are you? Is everything ok? Did someone kidnap you?“

You told him that you were only going shopping and everything was fine. At first you heard nothing, then he talked to someone on the other side of the line.

„Jackson, put that machine gun away. They said the truth, they really didn’t kidnap her. Yugyeom, why are you even fighting with my bread knifes?!!“

You heard disappointed mumbling and you just had to laugh. These boys…

Originally posted by yjarssunshine


Bam Bam:

Bam Bam and you had planned a trip to he beach for ages, especially since he bought a mansion with a private beach last month so that you guys wouldn’t be bothered by his enemies. You were looking forward to it, not just because you liked the ocean but also because you were finally going to spend lots of time with your boyfriend. Ever since he was a part of the mafia, time for each other wasn’t something you had often.

It was two days before the trip when suddenly you facepalmed yourself out of the blue. You had planned this whole trip and considered every little detail, yet you had forgotten to buy yourself a bikini or swimsuit. Nice. Good job, (Y/N), you thought to yourself. But in the end all you could do was go and buy yourself some swimwear. The shopping mall was closing in 2 hours and tomorrow was sunday, so you had to hurry.

There were still lots of people at the mall when you arrived, and you went to your favorite store, not really hurrying anymore. At least you wouldn’t be the only costumer, that was always awkward so you avoided it. You entered the little, cute store and walked to the swimwear section.

4 stores later you finally left the shop with a bag. That hadn’t been as easy as planned, but at least you’d found a nice bikini! You made your way to the exit when suddenly, you felt arms wrapping around your waist. You jumped and tried to punch the stranger, suddenly panicking. You hadn’t even considered the fact that somebody might try to abduct or even kill you. Which wasn’t even offbeat ever since your relationship with Bam Bam went viral.

„Eum, excuse me? I searched the whole city for you, I thought you were dead, finally I found you and know your trying to punch me?“

You sighed in relief when you heard Bam Bams sulky but also amused voice. You wanted to defend yourself, but he interrupted you.

„It’s ok, don’t even bother, jagi. You’ll make it up to me anyways.“

You could basically hear the wink he gave you.

Originally posted by kunpimuak

 Yugyeom:

Today you got up quite early in the morning, so Yugyeom was still asleep. You smiled at his sleeping form. He seemed so inncocent, even cute. But you knew better, neither was he innocent nor was it cute when he was killing his enemies without any effort. But that was the life he chose and you respected that decision. You walked into the kitchen to prepare some breakfast, but when you opened the fridge, you frowned. Why was it so… empty? You rolled your eyes. Probably Jin again. That hacker was eating like a beast. Since you didn’t want to wake up Yugyeom, you decided to go to the grocery store. It would only take 10 minutes, no need to leave a message for your boyfriend who was still sleeping like a stone.

You ended up leaving the store about 40 minutes later, since you’d met an old high school friend of yours and wanted to catch up with her a little bit. The two of you had exchanged phone numbers and now you where walking home in quite a good mood.

When you opened the door and went to the kitchen, an unusual scene appeared in front of you. Yugyeom and about 5 of his closest friends where sitting around the kitchen table. Their leather jackets didn’t really seem to fit the colourful flower print on the table cloth. When they saw you, they got silent. Some were watching you with amusement, some seemed to be confused. Yugyeom sighed and closed his eyes.

„There you are. Guys, just leave now. Wait. Jin, put the apple back.“

After all of them left, you sat next to Yugyeom and looked at him with a confused look.

„(Y/N). Please don’t tell me you where just grocery shopping. I think that was the first time I was actually scared.“

He pulled you onto his lap and hugged you. He really must’ve been scared for you, considering the fact that he wasn’t even mad.

„You know, I’m quite hungry now tho. And the plan me and the guys just made was extremely good, so maybe I’ll just blow up the other gang anyways.“

Originally posted by holyfuckmark


 

Oh my god. I got so carried away with these O.o  They basically got little Imagines. I’m sorry X’D

I hope you guys like it anyways~~

Click Here For: Hyung Line

Knitting during the zombie apocalypse

I’m currently playing this game called Zombies, Run! (or rather, the 5K training app) which  gives you a mission to do every time and does running drills. It’s basically interval training but more fun. You play as Runner 5, a runner for a post-apocalyptic township.

So on today’s mission, Runner 4 (Jody) says we’re going on a secret mission, and starts running us towards an abandoned mall, without telling you where you’re going and saying it’s a surprise. And then lo and behold, we get to a craft store, and she’s like “OK I lied. We’re here because I need yarn supplies.”

My first reaction is “GDI Jody, we are going to be infected because you wanted yarn” but honestly, I would TOTALLY do the same. She’s like, “I can almost taste the yarn. Not that I taste yarn or anything. They taste pretty much all the same anyway.”

But then we start getting stalked by another human figure, which we run into later… and it turns out to be another desperate knitter looking for wool.

During our 5 minute break, she goes into the yarn store to raid it. I hope my girl Jody gets all the good shit, like alpaca and merino wool. Let’s just hope in the event of the apocalypse, all the Malabrigo and madeline tosh yarn survives.

In return for helping her, she made something for me! It’s a knitted Runner 5 doll.

Nct Dream Reaction: When Yuta and Jaehyun have “The Talk™” with NCT Dream

Requested? Yup!

Summary: Yuta/Jaehyun/Yuta and Jaehyun would witness the Dream members’ outward display of affection towards you and in turn decide to prepare them for future intimacy.

Y'all this is long brace yourself. Admin Starburst helped me with most of this so it’s by both of us!!! I hope you don’t mind that I shortened the prompt anon! -admin nine and admin starburst

(In no way is this meant to sexualizes our babies, this is simply out of interest to imagine their reactions to this embarrassing topic I’m sure we’ve all had to discuss.)

Mark!

Jaehyun would find out about Mark’s new relationship when he had introduced you to the members at the NCT dorms. The two of you would be connected at the hip for the entirety of your visit, holding hands and every so often kiss each other’s cheeks. After you left, Jaehyun would try to be a responsible hyung and would sit down with Mark to have “the Talk”. Trying his best not to embarrass Mark, Jaehyun would speak rather quickly about the in’s and out’s (pun intended) of safe sex. Surprisingly, Mark would handle this talk very maturely, yet with slight remorse. Never the less, he would hold on to every word, making sure to remember how to make sex as comfortable and safe as possible if the event ever occurred. He wouldn’t have any ulterior motives other than to make these future intimate moments with you as special as possible.
“So that’s actually how you ‘do it’? Ugh this is so gross why are you teaching me this…”

Originally posted by t-yong

Renjun!

Yuta would be getting coffee at a local café for the hyung line when he spots you and Renjun laughing in one of the corner tables. Enjoying your pleasant conversation with your boyfriend, you reach your hand over the table and grab Renjun’s, putting the back of his hand to your lips and placing a soft, loving kiss upon it. When Yuta encounters Renjun back at the NCT dorms later that night, he would sit him down on his bed, and slowly explain “the birds and the bees”. Renjun’s face would light up at the realization of what was happening, and mentally agreed with himself to get out of this conversation ASAP. With his face bright red, Renjun would continuously shake his head, exclaiming “I don’t understand what you’re saying, Hyung”, quickly exit the room, and rant about his embarrassment later to Chenle.
“CHENLE I CAN’T STOP BLUSHING HELPPPP! Yuta hyung won’t stop talking about dirty things aHHH.”

Originally posted by taeyounq

[ couldn’t find a good gif :(( ]

Jeno!

You and Jeno would be at the mall, shopping for Jaehyun’s birthday present while holding hands. Jaehyun would spot Jeno’s face from across the store and walk over to say hi, just within earshot of hearing what exactly you were going to get him. Knowing the surprise would be ruined if Jaehyun had heard, Jeno hurriedly pulled you into an awkward kiss, startling both you and Jaehyun. He would later drop hints about how fast Jeno and you were moving in the relationship, signaling that he would give him the baby talk soon. To avoid the long, awkward, and embarrassing talk™, Jeno would research scientific facts about sex so he could get it over with as quickly as possible. When the time finally came, Jeno would blurt as many facts as he could, as quickly as he could, and dashed out of the room.
“LOWER CHOLESTEROL BOOSTS SEXUAL PERFORMANCE.”

“IF A FEMALE FERRET DOES NOT HAVE SEX FOR A YEAR, SHE WILL DIE.”

“THE MITOCHONDRIA IS THE POWERHOUSE OF THE CELL. BYE!”

Originally posted by princerenjun

Haechan!

You would be teasingly kissing Haechan in front of the NCT 127 members to try and embarrass him. When you were somehow able to pin his hands together so you could successfully kiss him, his face would suddenly turn from embarrassed to stoic, looking at you with slight wonder and affection. After a short pause, Haechan would slowly move his face towards yours hesitantly, as if he was about to kiss you, before he instead gently head-butt your forehead. To see if you were alright and make sure you weren’t mad at him, Haechan would move over to you and plant a sweet kiss on the sore area, whispering (so unintentionally loud that the other members could hear) that he loved you. When Yuta realized that you would be withHaechan for a while, he decided to prepare Haechan for a deeper relationship. Yuta had prepared a small essay to make sure he had covered all the bases about responsible sex before finally confronting Haechan. Before he could truly educate him, Haechan had laughed with a noticeable voice crack, showing his slight discomfort, and explained that Taeyong already talked with him at the beginning of his relationship. Haechan would be slightly condescending, but thankful to Yuta none the less for being a responsible “Dad”.

“HA! Who do you think I am? Jisung? Of course I know what this is, hyung. I’m a mature adult now!”

Originally posted by zeusmayo

(THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE GIFS OF HIM EVEN THOUGH IT DOESN’T REALLY RELATE TO THE REACTION OOPS.)

Jaemin!

Jaemin would be gushing about how adorable you were to Jaehyun. He would rant for hours on end about how perfect and special you were to him. After their third conversation, Jaehyun would grow bored and think of a way to stop the conversation. An imaginary light bulb appeared over his head, and a small sly smile grew on him face. Interrupting Jaemin, Jaehyun began to ask if he knew about the more intimate parts of a relationship. Before Jaehyun could start talking, Jaemin would say he knew all about THAT for a number of years. With Jaehyun’s smile turning into a disappointed frown, Jaemin began the flow of his adoration once more, and continued on throughout the night.

“Hyung, I’ve known about this for years. Anyway so Y/N was so cute today…”

Originally posted by nakamotens

Chenle!

Chenle would have invited you over to the NCT dorms for a dinner and movie date. Unfortunately for him, Jaehyun and Yuta would be hidden in the kitchen, eavesdropping and occasionally butting into your conversations. When they emerged from the kitchen during your dinner date, they had discreetly witnessed your “Lady and the Tramp” moment with Chenle. Right before you could complete this romantic moment with your boyfriend, two extremely high pitched squeals echoed from inside the kitchen walls. Excitedly, after you left, Jaehyun and Yuta would drag in Renjun (from who knows where) and hastily tell him to translate everything they said. Renjun would blush profusely, shyly repeating in Chinese this intimate concept. Chenle would laugh nervously, a big awkward grin on his face. It wouldn’t be too long before Jaehyun and Yuta would talk at the same time, making translating impossible for Renjun. Instead of translating, Renjun and Chenle would talk about mundane topics, trying to erase the massive blush on both their faces.

“So uhh, how do you say ‘Get me out of here’ in Korean again, hyung?”

Originally posted by nakamotens

Jisung!

Jisung would have brought you to watch him and the NCT members’ dance practice for “Black on Black”. During one of their breaks, Jisung would play a romantic song, and invite you to a slow dance. You danced clumsily, every so often moving your foot the wrong direction and collide with his. Jisung’s loving smile would turn into embarrassment once the other members began to coo at their maknae’s cuteness. Later that week Jaehyun would show Jisung a rather detailed PowerPoint. Jisung would be so flustered that he would shut down his ears, staring at the ceiling blankly in horror. When Jaehyun asked if he understood the basics, Jisung would nod his head quickly and walk out of the room, bumping into things every so often.

“Thank you for the, uh, interesting conversation, but I think I’m just going to go now.”

Originally posted by haechannie

wakeup call | taehyung

Originally posted by bwipsul

Pairing: Taehyung + Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Request: hi <3 idk if i’ve already requested something on here, but i had this idea and i thought you could write it beautifully bc i love your work <3 the plot is: the reader is bffs with Taehyung and they’re at the mall one day & she sees her ex and just says to Tae “kiss me, I’ll explain later” :) ending is up to you <3너의 일이 너무 좋아!

Warning: Slight use of mature language

Reader’s POV

“Did I seriously have to come?” Taehyung groaned for the -nth time that day, as he trudged behind you carrying most of your shopping bags.

Turning around you gave him a sickeningly sweet smile,“ Who else would besides my best friend?”

Rolling his eyes, he retorted,“ If I knew you were going to use this on me, I never would’ve agreed to be your friend.”

Scoffing you teased,“ Well sir, you’re 12 years late.”

Shaking his head, he laughed and said, motioning to the bags in his hand, “Ok but seriously, who shops for their Christmas presents this late.”

You shot him a glare and said,“ Someone who was too busy with stupid work and projects to even leave her dorm for a week.”

Sighing, he ruffled your hair, cooing,“Was my baby working too hard now…”

Yah, Kim Taehyung.”

Keep reading

Where did we think we would be? 

Standing at the bus stop at 6 am to go to another city we never talked about. Or waiting for the express to take you to the good part of the city where the skies are blue. I thought I would find you in the building we thought we were too good for. We later find out that we were good enough for that building with people worse than us. 

At the mall whenever there was nothing to do. Roaming empty rooms with empty bottles. Taking pictures by the white walls and glass windows, nothing to look for. We never believed it when they said they were making everything like it never existed. Do we exist or am I sitting in my own mind drawing your face in places ?

Maybe at a party I didn’t want to be at. But you dragged me there anyways, thank you for that because I remember every song played that afternoon. I danced with enemies, with best friends, with people I didn’t know existed. You were too shy but no one was watching each other so we danced our last dance. We cried during the last song but smiled the next day. 

In the parks we would ditch school to go to. Castles in yellow and blue. Yellows like dandelions in forest grass and blue like the sun burning out. You would climb the walls and declare us as queens, no crowns but we wore our heads high. Slide through tubes fearing of getting lost in them. Feeling the rocks in our chest go away when we saw light as if we were waking from hibernation. Wood chips with burned brown edges get stuck inside our shoes. We threw them around in our snowball fights with something that could make you bleed a red of your lipstick. I chip away from the edges as if they are flower petals now guessing where you are now. 

By the plaza you always bought me something from. It was cheap but I remember you would sneak in just for me. Candies pale pink wrapped in wax paper that tasted the slightest bit of sugar. Or the bottles that look like alchol but had plasma blue liquid in them. Where sirens were always blaring and stories went around in the wind. I never went with you but regretting it brings me back to the plaza. I wanted to ask you if you could come with me their but I realized where you really were. 

In the alley ways we explored. We were told never to go there but we did anyways. I hum to the sound of our footsteps. You sing to the music I hated but now love. Lined with leaves and every thing we were told not to touch. Green on the ground playing pretend with flowers. We would walk our steps carefully making no sound. Never step on the shards but now I soak myself in them. Every time I pass an alley I see our shadows walking through them as if we actually did.

In the creeks that trail every house, building and road. A maze that goes deeper than tangled thoughts. Soil soaked in alcohol, flowers growing around cigarette butts and shards of glass to keep the grass from growing too long. You never liked the smell of alcohol but your dad made you familiar with the smell of cigarette smoke. We would get lost going straight but we would never notice that we were spinning in circles. We were both scared of everyone walking by us with their sagging, slate grey eyes and hot breath. Those who we once called friends. 

In the centre of it all. Right in the middle, one spin and you see everything in the town. Taking pictures through the glass, running through the water blending with tears. Seeing everyone we ever knew and would one day know. People’s faces that flash with memory appearing as white sparks hidden in the light of our minds. Jump off the castles built of yellow and red. We were playful and growing up with every second here.

—  I wonder what it would be like if we never went away
Daddy

Isaac Lahey x female reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Author: T💕

Request: “Can You Write Hardcore Isaac Smut But Make It Long??? I’ve Seen What U Write & It Is All Great But Too Short.”

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), Daddy!Kink, public sex, public teasing, and language.

  On a Friday afternoon school was the last place I wanted to be. It wasn’t even second period and I already want to go home.

  Lydia Martin, my best friend, came running up to me. “Y/N/N! –I can’t run in these heels–Do you wanna go shopping? Allison and I don’t want to sit in class.”

  I sighed. “Yes! Oh, my god, yes! I have to go tell the hubby first.”

  “We’ll go with you.” Allison smiled.

  The three of us walked to the group  of boys by Scott’s locker. I walked closer to Isaac, and he pulled me into his side, resting his hand on my hip.

 “Psst.” I whispered, trying to get my boyfriend’s attention.

   Isaac ignored me and continued with his conversation with Scott and Stiles. I huffed and tried again.

  “Isaac?” Nothing.

  “Babyyyy?” I said, sing-song. Still nothing.

  I turned to the girls. Allison egged me on and Lydia shrugged her shoulders, letting me know that she was out of ideas.

  A lightbulb went off in my head. I looked between my boyfriend and the other two of my friends that he was so caught up in talking to.

  I cleared my throat. “Daddyyy?” I asked innocently.

  Isaac choked on his words mid-sentence and Scott and Stiles both looked bewildered and hung their mouths open.

  Lydia and Allison giggled behind me. Isaac turned to me.

  “Uh–I–Yes, princess?”

  I moved so that I was standing in front of him. I reached my right hand out and grabbed a handful of what was sitting in the front of his jeans. I squeezed his crotch gently and inconspicuously.

  “I just wanted you to know that Allison, Lydia, and I are going to go shopping for a little while.”

  My boyfriend nodded. ‘Uh, shopping, fuck–okay. Sounds fun.”

  I let go and smiled. “Okie dokie, then. We’ll see you boys in a couple of hours. I love you.”

  “I love you, more. Hey, wait, do I not get a kiss?”

  I smiled and pulled Isaac’s head closer to my head. He leaned a little further to whisper in my ear. “Daddy’s gonna get you back for that later, baby. You better be ready for it.”

  Isaac kissed my lips and I kissed back,  still a little stunned by his comment.

“Okay, Y/N! If we don’t get moving we won’t have time to shop, come onnnnn.” Allison and Lydia took a hold of my hands and took me to Lydia’s car.

  At Lydia’s car, we all threw out ideas on where we were planning on going. “Sooooo, I figured that we could go to the mall so that we can eat and shop. But I’m down for whatever, but we have to be back before last period; Y/N and I have a test that we can’t miss.” Allison chimed while buckling her seatbelt.

  The three of us girls all agreed that we should go to the mall, and Lydia started to drive off in that direction.

  After a minute or two, Allison spoke from the backseat again. “I have a feeling that Scott likes this freshman girl in our Chem class, but I’m not sure.”

   The only way that my brain would let me respond was with loud and obnoxious laughter form the passenger seat. “You thi-HAHAHAHA-Scott and some freshman-HAHAHAHA! I’m-I’m sorry, Alli, it isn’t that funny.”

  Lydia snickered from the drivers seat as she turned the corner and drove through the parking lot, looking for a spot. “I mean, it is kinda funny.” Allison smiled.

  “Babe, I’m gonna fuck you up with some truth, okay? Scott would never in a million years leave you. He stuck with you when he found out your family are all a bunch of hunters, and he isn’t gonna leave for some freshman girl in your chemistry class. He loves you. You’re special to him.”

  Lydia’s breaks squeaked as she pulled into the parking space. “Oh, and he knows that Y/N would rip his ass to shreds.” She added.

   "With my teeth.“ I say and push my werewolf canines out to add to the comment.

  Allison smiled and said thank you. The three of us got out of the car and started to the main entrance of the mall.

  "Where to first?” Lydia asked as she looked around her.

  Allison and I also looked around. Seconds later, we all pointed at the Victoria’s Secret store.

  “I don’t know why I come in here anymore.” Allison laughed while she searched through the lace thongs.

  “What do you mean?” Lydia asked her.

  “Scott and I almost always get caught when we try to have sex, so I’m not totally sure that it really matters what I wear.”

  Lydia and I nodded. “Stiles can’t even keep it together long enough to see what I’m wearing, so I honestly get it.”

  I kind of just shrugged. “I’m really not sure that Isaac even cares what I wear soooo.”

  Lydia started yo laugh at me. “Hmmm, I thought it was "daddy”. Is that not what you called him in the hall at school today? Allison, wasn’t that what she called him?“

  Allison put a hand on her chin and made a thinking face. "I do recall Y/N calling Isaac "daddy” today.“

  I let out a loud laugh at my two best friends. "Oh, my god! I swear no one was supposed to find out that I call him that!”

  “It isn’t such a secret now, is it, babe?” I whipped around to see my tall, blonde boyfriend standing behind me with his arms crossed.

  My cheeks and ears started to feel hot. “I–uh—What are you boys doing here?” I stuttered out and acknowledged the other boys too.

  “Scott was hungry and wanted chinese food. And I was hungry too; But not really for food.”

  Scott waved. “And this was the closest place to the school to get chinese.”

  Lydia turned her head. “Um, isn’t there a Panda Express near the school though?”

  “Well, yes, but Isaac said he was hungry, but like, not for food, so I made a joke and next thing that I know we were heading to the mall so that Isaac could…you know…” Stiles winked at me.

  I rolled my eyes and walked off. “Y'all are acting like a bunch of eighth graders.”

  I walked to the food court with Isaac walking by my side, trying to hide the fact that he was laughing at me. I slumped down in my chair and rubbed my head.

  “Ughhhhh.” I groaned.

  “Awe, baby, don’t be so embarassed. It isn’t that bad.”

  I gave my boyfriend a sidways look. “Okay, alright, maybe I overstepped a line. I love you, though. Like, with all my heart.” Isaac pursed his lips and I playfully rolled my eyes, and leaned in anyway.

  The kiss started out as soft and sweet, but it quickly changed to something very dirty. Isaac smirked into it and trailed his hand up to my covered sex.

  I gasped a little and ground onto his hand harder. Isaac’s touch got rougher and the kiss got even more heated.

  “Say my name, Y/N. Go ahead.” Isaac kissed me harder.

  It completely slipped my mind that we were in public. But I pulled my lips from his and moaned out his name. “Fuck, Isaac….”

  Isaac made a ‘tsk tsk’ noise at me and dew away from my lips completely. “Now, Y/N, that isn’t the name i was talking about. You can say it in public.”

  Isaac ran his thumb across my bottom lip and flashed his gold eyes at me. He touched me harder and I moaned a little louder than I should have, considering that we were in public. “Daddy…oh, fuck.”

 Isaac smirked at my reaction; Lydia, Allison, Scott, and Stiles all sat down around us. “Okay, so where are we gonna eat? I reallllly want a cheeseburger. Boys what do you–Isaac, can you stop devouring my best friend so that we can figure out what she’s getting?” Lydia asked.

  “Getting some dick.” Stiles snorted.

  Even Scott shook his head at his best friend. I gasped smally as I felt the knot in my lower abdomen tighten near release.

  “I’m gonna get a cheeseburger or something. It just sounds good.” I informed.

  Scott stood up. “Welp, I still want chinese sooooo.” He walked off to get his food.

  The rest followed, but I held Isaac down for just a second longer. I bit hy lip and panted a little bit, until I felt a wave of pleasure pulse through my body. Isaac caught on to what just happened and smirked at me.

  “Do you feel better, babygirl? did you like how daddy was touching you?”

  I took a few deep breaths before I stood out of my chair and extended a hand to Isaac. “Yes, and, yes.” I smiled.

  Isaac took my hand and walked with me to stand in the line with Lydia. Scott, Stiles, and Allison stood a few meters away from us, getting their food.

  “Whatcha getting, babe?” Lydia asked me.

  I looked at the menu above my head and thought. “Ummmm, I’m not really sure yet. I, what are you getting?”

  “Hmm, that’s a very hard decision, Y/N.”  I grinned as Isaac pushed into me. I could smell his arousal, and I know for a fact he can smell mine. It took everything that I had not to throw him on a table and ride him like a fucking horse.

  “Y/NNNNNNN…I realllllly need to cum. But, like, preferably inside of you. Please, babygirl? Daddy needs it.”

  That was all it took for me. I touched Lydia’s shoulder. “I’m going to show the hubby something because he doesn’t listen. I’ll be right back.” I lied.

  Lydia seemed to believe me. “Go prove  him wrong, girl!”

  I pushed Isaac toward the nearest unisex bathroom and dragged him inside. I removed his grey v-neck from his body, and then got started on his belt. I threw it somewhere behind me and heard  it clang against the linolium floor. The next thing I got rid of were his pants.

  I dropped down to my knees and took his rock-hard cock into my mouth. With as much pent-up arousal I had, I wasn’t really in the mood to tease. I was in the mood to get laid.

  I savored the salty-sweet taste of Isaac’s pre cum on my tounge and the sensation of his hand reaching to the back of my loose hair, and pulling it into a makeshift “ponytail” with his one hand.

  I lifted my eyes to look at Isaac. He had a smirk on his face while he tossled his blonde hair.

  “Oh, fuck, Y/N. You look so damn beautiful with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock like that. Oh, yeah! Fuck!”

  I hummed as I felt his tip touch the back of my throat. I pumped him in and out of my mouth. “Why are you so good a sucking me off, princess? Fuck, it’s a blessing”

  I took him out of my mouth and pumped his shaft still. “I just want to please you.”

  Isaac pulled me up from my knees by my hair. He took my shirt and my shorts off.

  He licked his lips and said, “I never get tired of looking at your body. You are so damn beautiful. But now,” Isaac bent me over the sink, and I hissed at the contact of the cold metal on my breasts. “I’m going to fuck that pretty pussy, and you are going to scream loud enough that everyone in this mall knows who is making you cum, and who is the only person who can make you cum.”

  “Yes, daddy.”

  Isaac rubbed his wet cock head over my dripping wet entrance. Seconds later I felt his dick enter me and stretch me out.

  “Fuck!” I squealed as Isaac hit my g-spot the first time.

  By the pace of his thrusts already, I would say that he was not in the mood to go slower than he needed to. And I certainly am not complaining.

  Isaac slid his cock in and out of my pussy, stretching me out beautifully and hitting my g-spot with each thrust.

  “C'mon, Y/N. It’s okay to scream. Matter of fact, I want you to.” Isaac thrust harder into me.

  I could barely open my eyes from how much pleasure I was getting from my boyfriends thrusts, but I somehow managed to get a scream to run through my lungs and out my throat. “Oh, yes! Ah, daddy, harder! Harder, please!” I pushed my hips into Isaac’s thrusts.

  Isaac placed on hand on the mirror and gripped my hip with the other. I let go of every noise that came out of me. I didn’t have the power to hide a single one.

  “God, Y/N, You take my cock so well, oh, yeah….Who is daddy’s little slut? Huh?” Isaac began to thrust deeper into me, my release threatening to explode.

  “I’m your little slut, daddy. Please–fuck–please, let me cum.”

  I felt Isaac’s cock pulse inside of me, so I knew he was close too. “Since you asked oh so nicely, baby, yes, you can cum. I want you to cum all over my cock. I want to feel you clench around me baby.”

  That was all it took for me to let go. I came and screamed “daddy” at the top of my lungs. It actually made my throat a little sore. I felt Isaac cum too, his seed dripping down my leg.

  Isaac gave my ass a squeeze as we got dressed. “Now, let’s go get all kinds of dirty looks from people outside waiting for the bathroom.”

  We shared a laugh and walked out of the bathroom with post-sex hair, and couldn’t contain any of our laughter.

The Great Mall adventure -Bruce Wayne/Batfamily x Reader

Love the mall idea :-), and because I thought it might be redundant to write another story about shopping things, I joined two requests together, the mall thing, and @dannysanime​‘s request. Again, I feel like it’s “meh”, like I could write better…it’s really one of those months you know, Hope you guys will still like it

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-Dick, I swear to the gods, if you do not make up your mind right now, we’re leaving you here. You’ll have to sleep in beds from Ikea, and rely on people’s charity to eat every day. We’ll come visit you sometimes though. 

Your husband laughed at your words, but immediately glared at some paparazzi taking pictures from a corner. Those people always thought they were so damn sneaky, while flashing you right in the face with their cameras. Idiots. Under the famous “bat-glare” (or “Wayne-glare” for that matter), the two paparazzis slowly backed away, but Bruce knew they’d come back. 

-But moooom ! How can I choose so fast ? I don’t know if I like the blue suit or the black suit, or the white and black, or the…

-So fast ? We’ve been here for three hours Dick ! 

-Mom, buying a suit is serious business, you can’t expect me to choose one in less than…five hours ! 

-Let’s just buy them all then ! So we’re finally done with it. I’m hungry. You know I get mean when I’m hungry boy. Especially in my current condition !!

Bruce smiled at you, and wrapped an arm around your waist, his free hand resting lightly on your swollen belly, and laid a kiss on your forehead. You calmed down a bit, but your other sons looked at Dick, a slight panic in their eyes. You were kinda mean when hungry normally, but now that you were pregnant and had to eat for two…they weren’t up for your constant sarcasms right now. Your oldest kid got the message, taking all of the suits he pre-selected in his arms. He stopped in front of his father, and Bruce slipped his debit card in his mouth (since his arms were full you know). 

-Heeeere we go, now come on every body, let’s go let’s go let’s go !

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Assistant to the Captain pt. 4

Prompt: Natasha convinced Steve he needs an assistant even though he’s convinced he can do it all himself. He gives in and that’s where you come in.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2790

Warnings: slow burn, language, alcohol

A/N: another part for you all. i said this was slow burn and i’m staying true to that haha. hope you all enjoy!

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Part 3

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You’d almost forgotten it was Saturday until you got to the mall. It was packed full of people, families, couples on dates. It took a couple stores until you found a dress that you thought would be appropriate. It was black and came up to your mid thigh. The front was very conservative but the back was very open and ended with a straight line. But it exposed a great deal of your back. It was form fitting in the bust but when it reached your waist, it puffed out. The folds of fabric in the front gave it a bit of dimension. It was perfect.

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“Kiss Me” Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3,293

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request: Could you do one where you’re not super tomboy but you don’t usually wear “girly things” and to go undercover you have to wear a short black dress, basically what happens is a lot of tight spaces with you and dean and some accidental rubbing against each other here and there and it ends with some good smut where he basically just hikes up the skirt of your dress and you realize how convenient dresses can actually be 

Warnings: Smut, language, lots of sexual tension, unprotected sex


Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

“There’s no way in hell you’re going.” Dean shakes his head, not even considering the idea of you going on the case with them.

“Come on. You’ve been training me for months now, besides it’s not like we’ll be doing any actual fighting. It’s a goddamn dinner party. All we’ll be doing is socializing and stealing that dumb bracelet.” You argue.

You had been living with Sam and Dean for a few months now. They’ve been training you to be a hunter, but refuse to take you on any actual hunts yet. They keep saying that you just aren’t ready, despite kicking ass in training. Tonight they were supposed to be going to some fancy dinner party/auction at some fancy collector’s house, and you were desperate to go along.

“What if something goes wrong, huh? What are you going to do then?” Dean questions, obviously getting frustrated.

“Then I can be a helpful asset to the team! I know what I’m doing. I’m getting training from the best hunters in the country.” You beg.

“Dean, she has a good point. She’s going to have to start somewhere, and this is probably the best place to do that. The chances of anything going wrong are slim.” Sam defended you.

“What, both of you are going to gang up on me now?” Dean rolled his eyes. “Fine, you can go. But if you get hurt, I get to tell you that I told you so.”

“Ah!” You say in excitement. “Thank you!”

You’re not sure why Dean is so protective over you. You’re only a few years younger than Sam, not too big of a deal. You can take care of yourself. But ever since you moved in with them, Dean has been overly-protective of you, and honestly, it could be a bit much. You feel like he treats you like a little, helpless girl instead of the woman you are.

“But, those clothes are a no. You’re going to have to wear a dress.” Dean pointed to your outfit.

“I hate dresses. What’s wrong with my clothes?” You frown. You were wearing ripped skinny jeans and a flannel, nothing too fancy, but you wouldn’t consider it ugly. You like your clothing, even if it’s not the girliest.

“There’s nothing wrong with them,” Sam interjected, staring down Dean. “This event is just really fancy and we have to fit in.”

“I don’t even own a dress.” You realize. “Or heels. Or anything fancy, for that matter.”

“Guess you can’t go on the case then.” Dean sighed dramatically.

“You wish, Winchester.” You roll your eyes. “What time is the event?”

“Seven.”

“I’ll be back later.” You glance at the clock, seeing that it was almost one in the afternoon. You definitely had time to run to the mall and grab some stuff before tonight.

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A few hours later, you returned to the bunker with a few shopping bags in each hand. It had been a successful trip- you managed to find a relatively cute but not expensive dress that had matching heels, and also some earrings.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you carry shopping bags in your life.” Dean commented as you walked past them to go to your room.

“There’s a first for everything, right?” You shoved a couple bags in his arms, making him help you bring them to your room.

“You know, I’m not trying to be mean. I just don’t want to risk you getting hurt.”

“Dean.” You set the bags on your bed, turning around and looking at him in the eye. “You don’t have to act like my big brother. I’m okay. I can take care of myself.”

Dean looks at you, seeming like he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut.

“I’ve got to start getting ready, so…” You trail off, implying that he needed to leave.

“It’s only four. It starts at seven.” He raises his eyebrows.

“Uh, trust me, girls take a long time to get ready. Now, get out.” You laugh, playfully shoving him out the door. He raises his hands in surrender, and closes the door behind him.

You are determined to look good tonight, to go all out. You rarely ever dressed up, hence why you didn’t have any nice clothing. This was probably the last time you’ll ever dress up as well, you hate dresses, so why not make the most of it?

You started out by taking a shower and making sure that you used your favorite body wash that left a good scent on you for hours. You normally only used it for when you were going on a date, but this is a special occasion.

You then blow-dryed your hair and curled it, which was a nice change from your usual ponytail you typically threw it in. Next you applied makeup, which was also a nice change from the bare face you normally sported. You have clear skin and decent eyelashes, so you didn’t think you needed makeup on a day to day basis. Tonight, you were rocking a smoky eye and red lip combo, thanks to the YouTube tutorials you had watched. You attempted to put on fake eyelashes, but they were a complete fail so you just went without them.

The last thing you did was put on your dress. You looked in the mirror and admired yourself once it was on. Man, is that dress sexy. It was a tight, bodycon style that stopped just below your butt, showing off all the right curves of your boy. Paired with the black heels, you looked good.

You were about to grab your purse when you hear a knocking on your door.

“Y/N? It’s almost seven, we’ve got to-“

You interrupt them by opening the door, revealing both Sam and Dean standing there. The reactions of both of their faces are priceless. Sam raised his eyebrows and glanced away, doing his signature nervous gulp. Dean, oh poor Dean, he didn’t know what had hit him. He couldn’t look away. He had never seen you look so… Good.

“You can take a picture if you want.” You tease, walking past them. They both cleared their throats and watched as you walked past them, not moving a muscle.

“You know, boys, we’re going to be late if you don’t get a move on it.” You say.

“Yeah yeah.” Dean mumbled, rushing to get to the impala.

The ride there was uncomfortable, to say the least. You couldn’t sit in the backseat since Dean hadn’t cleaned it, and you didn’t want to get anything on your dress. Sam was entirely too tall to sit back there, and there was no way in hell that Dean was letting either of you drive. So, that left you to be in your current predicament- squished between the both of them in the front seat.

Sam was polite enough to try and scoot over as far to the door as possible, which was nice. You had some room, but you were still basically attached to Dean on the hip. Your thighs were touching and your shoulders were bumping into each other, and no one said a word the entire ride there.

When you finally reached the house, you couldn’t be more happy to get out of that car. You stepped outside of the impala, enjoying the feeling of the warm summer air hitting your skin.

“How are we going to go about this?” You asked them, leaning against the impala. You couldn’t exactly go inside without a plan.

“The bracelet is inside one of the upstairs bedroom, inside the top drawer of one of the dressers. We’ll socialize for a little bit, whatever, and then I’ll excuse myself to the bathroom and go find the bracelet upstairs. You and Sam can keep watch downstairs.” Dean directed.

“Okay, sounds like a plan.” You say. You link arms with the both of them and walk inside the house, which was absolutely beautiful. You’re enchanted by architecture and all of the collections spread about the house. It was something out of a movie.

“Grab a glass of champagne. Fit in.” Dean whispered to you, not looking at you as he waved to a person across the room. You took a glass from the table behind you, taking a small sip as the person Dean waved to came over to the three of you.

“Hello! What brings you guests here today?” The man asks, all smiles. He must be the owner of the house.

“Just very interested in seeing what you have up for auction today, Sir. You have lovely collections.” You tell him, putting your charm on.

“Why, thank you!” He smiles.

“So, why don’t you tell me about some of these pieces? I’d love to know more.” You lie, hoping to keep the man’s interest long enough for Dean to sneak upstairs. It wasn’t exactly the plan, but it would work. You shoot Dean a look, and he gives you a thumbs up, and you can see him dash away upstairs.

“This piece of art work I got from Venice, isn’t it lovely?” He pointed to a painting.

“Yes, it certainly is.” You pretend to admire it.

He keeps on talking, and at some point you zone out. You look back over to where Sam was standing, hoping to see Dean standing there, but he wasn’t back yet. Odd.

You glance over to the other side of the room, and two men in bodyguard suits are talking, grabbing your attention. They keep glancing over to the stairs and over to Sam, and your heart drops. They must be suspicious.

“Excuse me, sir, but I am going to have to get back over to my friend. Thank you so much for telling me about the history of your painting.” You rushed. You didn’t wait for him to respond while you went over to Sam.

“Sam, those men are onto us. I have to go get Dean.” You say from a few feet away so the men don’t think you’re talking to him, so they think you’re just grabbing another glass of champagne.

“I’ll go.”

“No, they are already staring you down. You take one step and they will follow you up there. They haven’t noticed I’m with you yet. I have to go.” You turn around, taking a sip of the champagne.

“Be careful.” Sam whispered, not daring to look at you.

“I will.”

You walk upstairs, making sure the men don’t notice you. They’re still watching Sam, thankfully. When you get up to the top, you see Dean standing in the hallway, closing one of the doors to the rooms.

“Did you get it yet?” You asked, running over to him, which is difficult in heels.

“No, there are so many goddamn rooms in this house, I’ve still got like five more rooms to check.” He says. “Why are you up here?” He questions.

“People are onto us. You need to hurry.”

Just as you say that, you can hear people walking up the stairs. You grab Dean and pull him behind one of the columns, just to where you two were out of sight to anyone walking in the hallway. You admit, the two of you were in a compromising position. He was leaned up against the column and you were pressed up against him, your head against his chest.

He goes to say something, but you press you hand against his mouth and raise a finger to your lips, indicating that he needs to be quiet.

“I don’t see anybody up here. You’re just being paranoid, Seb.” You hear a man’s voice booming from down the hallway. The voices trail away as well as their footsteps, and you peek your head around the corner.

“We’re clear.” You whisper. Your bodies are still pressed together, and Dean looks down at you, you feeling his hot breath against your skin. His eyes are sparkling and his arms are wrapped your waist- you admit, he looked really good.

“We, uh, we need to find the bracelet.” You say nervously, pushing yourself away from him.

“Right. The bracelet.” He nods, following you back into the hallway.

“I haven’t checked this room yet.” Dean points to a door, and you follow him inside. Just like the rest of the house, the room is absolutely beautiful.

You walk over to the dresser, pulling open the top drawer. A shiny bracelet with a blue stone in the center of it was set on top of a pillow, almost begging to be taken.

“This it?” You hold it up to Dean.

“Yes, thank god.” Dean shoves it in his tuxedo pocket.

You footsteps approaching the room, along with the same man’s voice from earlier. Panic fills your chest and you freeze. How are you supposed to explain this if they walk in? You can’t exactly just be like, ‘Hey, yeah we were stealing your jewelry. Excuse us.’

“Dean, kiss me.” You say.

“Wh-“ He begins, but you cut him off by pressing your mouth to his. He kisses you back immediately, sneaking his arms around your waist and bringing you into the same position you were in at the column. The door to the room opens, and you and Dean pull apart.

“Oh, we’re terribly sorry-“ The man apologizes, blush filling his cheeks.

“Yeah, you should be.” Dean snaps, and the door closes. The two men outside start mumbling and then they walk away.

“That was-“ Dean looks at you, an expression you can’t quite read.

“Yeah, fuck, that was close. Good thing I was here to save the day.” You joke.

“Yeah. Close.” He breathes heavily.

“We should leave now. Before someone realizes its missing.” You start to walk out the door. Dean is silent as he follows you back downstairs. Sam has a relieved look on his face when he sees the two of you coming back unharmed.

“I thought you were both screwed when I saw them go upstairs.” Sam says, the three of you walking back to the impala.

“Yeah, we came close to getting caught. They opened the door while we were in the room grabbing it.” You slide into the car, back into your uncomfortable middle seat.

“How’d you manage to get out of that one?” Sam looks shocked. Dean grunts, and sits down to your left to start the car. His hand landing on your thigh doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Said we were looking for the bathroom.” You lie. You’re not sure why you just lied to Sam, but the feeling of Dean’s hand inching up your thigh was not a feeling you ever thought you’d get from Dean. Sure, he’s attractive, but you had never really thought of him that way before… Not until tonight.

The drive back to the bunker was ten times more uncomfortable than the drive there. Dean’s hand never left your thigh, but the minute it would get to the hem your dress, he would bring his hand back down to your knee, repeating the process. Your breath was hitching and you were sure that you were soaking through your underwear. If Sam noticed what was going on, he never said anything. He just kept his eyes focused on the window the entire time.

The minute you got to the bunker, Sam shot out of the car and went to his room, looking uncomfortable. Oh, he knew.

“Y/N, we have to talk…” Dean sets the keys down on the kitchen table.

“Look, it was just purely for business-“

“No, it wasn’t. You felt it, too. And I could tell how turned on you were in the car.” Dean walked up closer to you, pinning you up against the kitchen counter. “Remember earlier today when you told me that I think of you as a little sister?” He fiddled with the hem of your dress.

You nodded, unable to form any words.

“You couldn’t be any further from the truth.”

He smashed his lips against yours, his kiss full of lust and need. He lifts you onto the counter, not breaking the kiss as he lifts your dress up past your hips, revealing your black lace thong.

“This is pretty.” He says, and he brings his head down to your lower area. He takes your thong between his teeth, bringing the lacy material down your legs and onto the floor.

It was the most erotic thing you’d probably ever seen.

Dean starts planting kisses up your legs, starting from your calves and stopping right at your upper thigh.

“Dean, please, stop teasing.” You breathe out, desperate for more.

“Be patient, baby girl.” He mumbled against your skin, and finally his lips pressed to your clit. You moan, the feeling of his tongue on you radiating throughout your body. He enters a finger inside of you, making you moan even louder. You clamp your hand over your mouth, but Dean reached up and moved your hand.

“Don’t. I want to hear you.” He smirked, entering a second finger. With the rate he was going, you weren’t going to last very long.

“Fuck, Dean, I’m going to cum.” You’re a moaning mess, and he picks up his pace. You clench around his fingers, coming around him. Dean removes his fingers and puts them in his mouth, licking them clean.

“You taste so sweet.” He gets up, giving you a deep kiss. You’d never had a man kiss you after eating you out, but man, did it turn you on even more. Or maybe it was just Dean.

You brought your hand to his pants, palming his hard erection through the clothing. He groaned, and you started to fumble with his belt. Sliding it off, you pulled down his pants and his boxers in one motion, leaving his hard member in your hands.

“Damn, Dean.” You commented. He was perfect. He positioned himself with your entrance, and entered himself slowly.

“Fuck,” Dean hisses, throwing his head back in pleasure. He starts to move at a faster pace, the only sounds in the room being both of your moans and skin slapping together.

“I’m going to cum again,” You tell him, the pleasure you’re experiencing being more than any you ever had. The man knows what he’s doing.

“Cum, Y/N, cum on my cock.” Dean says, and this brings you to your second orgasm. The feeling of your walls clenching around him made Dean reach his orgasm as well, his warm spurts filling your insides.

“Holy fuck.” Dean breathes out, pulling out of you. He grabs a towel from the drawer beside you, wiping the two of you off.

“That was…” You trail off, unable to find words.

“You were great.” Dean tosses the towel across the room, it landing right in front of the laundry room. You hop off the kitchen counter, and Dean hands you your thong.

“Sam’s gonna be pissed you just used a nice towel.” You laugh. You slide your underwear back on, and you pull your dress back down your body.

“Worth it.” Dean smiles at you, kissing you once more.

“You know,” you pull away. “Dresses are way more convenient than I remember.”

‘Boys are yucky, sweetheart.’ - Daddy!Harry Styles Imagine

Originally posted by ohstylesno

It was a normal Saturday afternoon, the missus was bored, she is finally on maternity leave, again, making her trying to find things to do. She dropped Alfie off at a friend’s house for a playdate, and her newest daughter was doing nothing.

When Darcy was born, she was unlike the other two she had, she does not cry, whine and she is very stubborn, just like the missus. Therefore, she had to keep a closer eye on her because she does not express her emotions, like babies should. She had to constantly check to see, if she needs a change or a nap. They had to follow the schedule for meal times because she would not whine for food, she is very passive, but stubborn. She would not eat unless, she was hungry, she would not cry, unless tired, and she would not smile, unless it was Harry. She would always smile at him, but never her, though she is more connect to her, she rather be with her than Harry.

Harry was in his office, working on records and all, calling up his managers and figuring out dates for interviews and shows, while she was fiddling around the kitchen, feeding Darcy and watching Iris play with her doll. Being on maternity leave always drove her insane, she has to work, she has to keep busy. Though she is constantly on survival mode with taking care of a six year old, a four year old and a eight month old baby, without sometimes, Harry’s help.

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Sister Date | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi guys! It’s been a while since I’ve posted a write up I’m sorry I just don’t have that much time to write anymore. I remember when I used to post imagines everyday, so sorry but I think I’m gonna be able to write once or twice a week now. But yeah, anyway this was requested and I had fun writing this. Sorry this took so long! Enjoy!

Request:  Could you do an imagine where Zach is confused your at his house bc he knows y'all didn’t make any plans but then you’re like “oh I’m not here for you. I promised may (his sister) that I would take her shopping” and just zach getting all happy that you’re spending time with his sister.

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I knock at the huge front door of the Dempsey’s while straightening out my top. A couple of seconds later and the door swings open and a pleasantly surprised Zach Dempsey stands in front of me. His eyes were opened wide in shock.

“Well this is a nice surprise!” Zach exclaims as he pulls me in for a hug then kisses the crown of my head.

“I thought you were doing something today, babe? What brings you here?” he continues to ask as he takes a piece of hair away from my face and pushes it behind my ear.

“Oh, I’m not here for you.” I reply as I pinch both of his cheeks.

“I’m here for your sister. I promised her that we’ll go out together today.” I add.

“Aww, that’s great babe! I’ll just get changed for a minute and come back down then.” he replies but before he could leave, I grab his wrist and laugh.

“Babe, it’s a girls’ day out. You can’t come.” I tell him and he pouts.

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Little Deuce Coupe

I have driving headcanons.

-Yuuri is an incredibly conscientious and also frustrated driver. That twenty minutes of traffic? He could’ve done attempts #3027-#3030 of his quadruple salchow in that time. Why is the man in the car next to him looking directly at Yuuri and honking his horn while winking? Why is the woman in the car to his right applying makeup and occasionally fluttering her eyelashes at him? Yuuri will never know. Americans are strange. Cars are far more enjoyable, he thinks, when you’re in the backseat of one with your fiance.

-When he gets the chance to drive, Guang-Hong likes to reenact The Fast and the Furious, to the horror of his coach– he has a whole soundtrack to go along with it, thanks to a certain American. Leo’s tinkered with the speaker system in his refurbished, classic car until the bassline can vibrate the entire metal frame.

-Viktor is a fairly laid back driver, who whips around corners with a delighted smile and never obeys the speed limit, at least when he’s in Russia. Living Legends don’t get tickets. But when he has road rage– oh, Viktor has road rage. A month or two before their wedding they take a road trip (Viktor’s going to be in a small space!!! With Yuuri!!! For several hours straight!!!) and a red sportscar cuts Viktor off, weaving dangerously close to Yuuri’s door, before flipping both of them off. “Take a picture of their license plate,” Viktor says calmly, and steps on the gas. Twenty minutes and several wrong turns later, they are not at their destination. They are in a mall parking lot. “Do you know,” Viktor hums cheerfully, “how a man like that is going to park?” The red sportscar sits at the far edge, across two spaces that aren’t supposed to be spaces. Viktor legally parks opposite him, and boxes the red car in. For evidence, he takes five pictures on his phone, writes a note he won’t let Yuuri read before dropping it on the windshield. “Do you want to see a movie? Oh, this one is only three and a half hours long. You get the tickets while I make a phone call?” After making out for 3.5 hours like two teenagers on a first date, they come back to the red sportscar being towed. “Oops,” says Viktor. Yuuri wishes he was surprised.

-Yurio hates driving. Like hell is he going to trust a bunch of strangers in metal death machines. A system that gives Viktor Nikiforov a license is not a system Yuri believes in. “Get on my motorcycle,” says Otabek, and despite himself Yuri does. When they rev up to 45mph (the Kazakh obeys road laws), Yurio could be flying. “This is awesome!” He yells in Otabek’s ear, but it’s lost to the wind.

-Phichit drives an red Volkswagon Beetle, which he has nicknamed Tata. Every time he has a passenger, he forces them to play Carpool Karaoke or his own version of Cash Cab. “Oh no,” Phichit chirps when he sees the congested highway. Yuuri sighs. The car is at a standstill, which means it’s perfectly safe for Phichit to check his phone. “I hate traffic!” He says, or more accurately, tweets. Phichit, Yuuri thinks, is the sole person that enjoys traffic. 

EXO REACT TO SEEING YOU (CRUSH) GO ON A DATE WITH ANOTHER MEMBER (OT12)

baekhyun:

  •   was walking by the pizza restaurant when he suddenly thought of you (because oppa doesn’t have a driver’s license)

  •   sees you through the window on a date with sehun

  •   “what”

  •   puppy eyes looks over again

  •   upset and confused puppy

chanyeol:

  •   sent you a text trying to flirt with you

  •   hears the door open in the dorm to see that its you and jongin coming home from your date

  •   locks himself in the bathroom
  •   “what’s happening”

  •   genuinely hurt

jongdae:

  •   invited you to come over to the dorm to watch the new season of your favourite tv show with him

  •   hears your voice in the other room thinking you came over to see him

  •   he looks in the kitchen to see you happily eating dinner with kyungsoo
  •   “kyungsoo and ______ are dating??”

  •   shook and embarrassed

kyungsoo:

  •   came over to your house to give you homemade cookies (aw)

  •   to his surprise, chanyeol opens the door and takes the cookies from him

  •   he realizes chanyeol is at your house because you’re on a date with him
  •   calm on the outside, bitter on the inside
  •   “well then…”

jongin:

  •   wanted you to go walk the dogs with him (how sweet)

  •   hears the sounds of a puppy when he rings the doorbell

  •   sehun opens the door as vivi runs back to you, hopping onto your lap
  •   once he realizes you’re on a date with sehun, he just makes an excuse of wanting to introduce the dogs to you
  •   “am i not hot enough or what”

kris:

  •   invited you over to the gym to workout with him (lol so romantic!!1!)

  •   saw you waiting outside the guys’ changeroom

  •   “hey! i was just about to ask you to hang out here! who are you waiting for?”

  •   you smile up at him and say “tao”

  •   he smiles and walks away bitterly

yixing:

  •   invited you to come to his favourite bakery

  •   saw you across the street with baekhyun and was genuinely confused

  •   “what is she doing with him”

  •   a few hours later the harsh realization

  •   is upset but will live with it

luhan:

  •   only wanted to see you so he invited you to go shopping with him

  •   saw you at the mall with kris

  •   didn’t think much of it and left
  •   but deep deep inside was like“damn it”
  •   accepts reality and moves on

junmyeon:

  •   invited you to go to his favourite french restaurant for brunch

  •   was driving down to your house to ask you when he saw you and jongin walking the dogs

  •   makes a u-turn and deletes the text you didn’t see
  •   sits at home wondering how to steal you from jongin
  •   but then regrets thinking that and gives his support (bitterly)

sehun:

  •   only wanted to go for bubble tea with you

  •   saw luhan take you to the place he wanted to take you

  •   was upset because his favourite hyung had to steal his favourite girl
  •   long sigh
  •   ranting about it to junmyeon

tao:

  •   he only wanted to show you those sick wushu moves

  •   but instead he saw you arm wrestling with minseok

  •   presses lips together and whines
  •   drives home angrily
  •   demands an explanation from minseok

minseok:

  •   wanted to take you out to dim sum to eat some baozis!!1!!1!

  •   but saw tao holding your hand at the restaurant

  •   sighs
  •   is mature about it
  •   “oh well”
RFA; jealous Mc

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YOOSUNG

  • You overhear him talking on the mic, while you were decorating your office space with Polaroid pictures on the wall.
  • “Let me get your number!” You hear Yoosung say, as he quickly grabs his phone and inputs the number
  • Is that a girl he’s talking to?
  • Maybe
  • Probably
  • WhY
  • calm down, mc
  • “When are you available?” Yoosung asks through the mic.
  • You feel a grip on you chest.
  • While you were lost in your thoughts, Yoosung was fixing up his stuff, getting ready to meet up with this person.
  • “I’ll see you later.” Yoosung leaves, giving you a kiss on the cheek.
  • You then rush and put on your black dress, black sneakers and rush off to the mall, where Yoosung mentioned he was going to.
  • You spot Yoosung at this ice cream shop, waiting for someone.
  • Then, out of fucking nowhere, this girl comes and sits in front of him.
  • You rush home, and the rain starts pouring.
  • You get to the front of your house, and you realize
  • fuck
  • really?
  • You left your keys inside.
  • You couldn’t help but join the rain, and start crying.The tears fell off your face, along with the rain. Your hair was everywhere. So were your emotions.
  • After a few minuets, Yoosung comes back, getting out of the taxi, he rushes towards you.
  • “MC? What are you doing out here?” He asks you worried. He then carries you, unlocks the door and puts you down on the kitchen counter. He, like flash, gets you a towel. He helps you dry up, then starts heating water to make you hot chocolate.
  • “Are you going to tell me why you were out there?
  • You avoid looking at him, instead looking at the floor.
  • “I like your dress.” He says, stirring the mug of your hot chocolate. “I saw someone at the mall, wearing the exact thing, the same beautiful hair, the same sparkling eyes. Except, she wasn’t wearing the smile you wear.” He cups your cheek.
  • “Who was the girl you were with awhile ago?” You finally get the courage to ask
  • “Samantha.” He answers. “She plays LOLOL. I managed to save her in a battle and she wanted to treat me as a thank you.“ Your tears started flowing like a waterfall.
  • Yoosung hugs you tight. “Princess, she’s gay. She introduced me to her girlfriend when you left.”
  • You apologize. He kisses you and says sorry for not telling you.

JAEHEE

  • You had nothing to do at home, so you decide to go the Jumin’s office and help Jaehee organize some documents.
  • You were telling her all about the lunch you had where you messed up the recipe and almost burned down your apartment.
  • She was smiling.
  • Then some dude calls Jumin and Jaehee to a meeting.
  • “What is this about?” Jaehee asks Jumin.
  • “I have no idea.” Jumin says, walking out.
  • “I’ll see you in awhile pumpkin.” Jaehee says, rushing to Jumin.
  • I miss Jaehee already, you told yourself.
  • I’m going to bring her home
  • And dominate her
  • And cooking her dinner
  • You were always insecure and anxious that Jaehee would leave you, since she was always meeting with different people, while you were finishing school.
  • The meeting finishes and everyone comes rushing out like ants.
  • You want for Jaehee’s arrival.
  • Jumin, you could see in a distance, talking to Mr. Chairman.
  • But you couldn’t find Jaehee anywhere.
  • You continue organizing the documents, and suddenly, Jaehee arrives.
  • finally
  • “Jae-” Before you finish your sentence, this hot ass lady comes inside.
  • She was following Jaehee.
  • This lady
  • In a really short dress
  • Really pretty make up
  • Classy shoes
  • Was getting your girlfriend’s number.
  • you grow quiet and leave the room.
  • Jaehee recited the number as the pretty lady wrote it down a piece of paper.
  • She leaves, giving Jaehee a smile.
  • You make your way to the lounge, where you bought an iced tea and sat on the floor.
  • You give Jaehee the look as she approaches you.
  • “I love you with all my heart, she is getting my number to contact Mr. Han about the new project.” She drops to her knees, infront of you, sitting on the floor.
  • “I’m sorry.” You say, as she gives you a peck on the lips.

ZEN

  • You never really got used to Zen always being surrounded by girls.
  • But you understood and accepted it.
  • Zen brought you to one of his meet and greets.
  • The crew asked you to help with documentary, and take pictures. You took your camera and took pictures of the event set up while they haven’t open the doors yet.
  • Zen was getting ready and talking to some of the staff members.
  • You point the camera at him as he was just walking alone, reading something on his phone.
  • “Zen!” You call out, and he couldn’t help but smile as he turns to you.
  • You click the button and it shutters, taking a picture of your
  • beast
  • angel
  • The event starts and there’s a super long line all the way outside. They were all wearing his merch and clothes with his face, they had posters for him to sign and gifts to give him.
  • He was famous.
  • You took alot of pictures
  • of zen
  • of the event, the fans, the staff being cute and all.
  • Then you decide to rest, since this was taking forever. You left your bag at the table, where Zen was meeting people.
  • You get your water bottle from your bag and take a drink.
  • Zen peeps a smile at you. And you smile back.
  • Maybe i should line up too.
  • You just watch him happily meet all his fans, which made you smile, seeing him happy.
  • Then this girl comes, and Zen’s eyes grow big.
  • “Hey.” She says.
  • “Han? Is that you?” His confused face brings a smile.
  • Who was she? you asked yourself.
  • A small girl comes from behind the lady’s legs. And Zen carries her. They take a picture together. And he gives the lady a hug, and the kid a kiss.
  • After that, your mood instantly changed.
  • Moody bitch
  • The meet and greet ended, and everyone was taking a break before having to set up for tomorrow’s event.
  • The crew had food delivered, and everyone was chill.
  • You were pretty moody with Zen, since he didn’t tell you about whoever she was.
  • You go outside to get some air, and Zen follows you.You were ignoring him though.
  • “MC? Why are you ignoring me?” You try to keep walking and ignore him in th2e cold air of the night.
  • “MC.” He finally gets to you, grabbing your arm.
  • “Who was she?” You say, with watery eyes.
  • “My ex-girlfriend.” He sighs. “She told me she was coming with her daughter.”
  • You pull your arm to yourself, away from Zen.
  • “We aren’t anything anymore. I love you, and you only.” He says, looking at you with truthful, sparkling eyes.
  • But youre a moody bitch and you run away
  • tears running down your face as you run away, no idea where you’re going

707

  • “We’re going to a party!” Seven comes out of the room, running towards you.
  • He was pretty excited
  • You were already ready, wearing jeans and a pretty blouse.
  • He was wearing those light brown shorts, along with a nice collared shirt, which he wore a jacket over
  • “MC?” He whispers. You lean towards him to listen to whatever bullshit he has to say.
  • “Look at me.” He says, you turn and he gives you a big kiss.
  • “Seven!” You pull away out of embarrassment.
  • He smiles at you. That bright smile.
  • Your friend pulls you into this game, where you pass the card with your lips, as if your kissing the next player, except, there’s a card in between your lips.
  • You and Seven sit down. He was sitting next to this girl, and you were sitting next to your friend.
  • The card was held by the lips of the girl next to Seven.
  • BEING IN THE GAME
  • YOU THOUGHT THE CARD
  • WAS GOING TO BE PASSED
  • The girl blows away the card and presses her lips against Seven’s.
  • Seven pulls away instantly, while you leave the room instantly, you go outside to the garden to get air.
  • Shit.
  • SHE IS GONNA GET IT
  • BITCH FEEL MY WRATH
  • Seven follows you, with a cup of water.
  • “Here.” He hands you the cup, which you aggressively accept.
  • “It didn’t mean anything. She went for it.” He said.
  • “I know.” You sigh.
  • “Did ya get jealous?” He asks, laughing.
  • You give him the fuck you look.
  • “You’re the cutest.” He smiles, softly pulling your face into a kiss.
  • Oh boy he felt that kiss
  • It was long
  • Like him
  • Fuck just kidding
  • I am a sinner
  • “Why don’t we just go home?” He breaks the kiss, smiling at you. You nod, and you both leave.

JUMIN

  • Jumin came home to his apartment while you were cooking dinner.
  • “Good evening, kitten.” He says kissing your cheek then grabbing a glass of water.
  • “I’m making pasta.” You smile.
  • “Smells great.” He replies. “I’m going to take a shower.”
  • He drops his bag and phone on the table.
  • You finish cooking and setting the table, and Jumin wasn’t done yet.
  • His phone started ringing.
  • “Jumin! Your phone is ringing!” You shout out.
  • no response
  • Okay…
  • Jumin comes out in a gray shirt and boxers, quickly taking his phone and answering it.
  • mkay.
  • He comes back and sits infront of you, then sighs,
  • “Everything okay?” You asks as you pour yourself a glass of water.
  • “Father has made plans for another blind date as a possible wife.”
  • ah okay
  • you feel a heavy weight on your chest.
  • “Okay, well. What do you feel?” You ask, trying to keep your cool.
  • “Nothing.” he says blankly, then starts eating.
  • You finish dinner without a single word after that.
  • You slept in the living room, not wanting to be in the same room as him at the moment. He didn’t mind.
  • why didn’t he mind
  • does he not love me anymore?
  • your thoughts consumed you as you slept.
  • You woke up in the middle of the night, having a panic attack.
  • You didn’t know what to do.
  • You try to go back to sleep, but end up thinking about it until sunrise.
  • You make pancakes for breakfast, it was Jumin’s day off today.
  • I can spend time with him
  • You thought.
  • Jumin comes out, casually dressed.
  • “Heading out?” You ask.
  • “I’m eating breakfast with the blind date girl.” He says, grabbing his keys, phone and leaving.
  • maybe he doesn’t love me anymore?
  • You hated yourself for thinking that way, so you eat your breakfast alone.
  • You didnt want to be a burden, you fix up your clothes and stuff, arranging them in a suitcase. Jumin was out the whole day, it was already 5 in the afternoon when you finished everything and finally poured your heart into a letter.
  • Maybe you were overthinking a little.
  • You made your way back to your old apartment.
  • While you were settling in, Jumin had everyone searching for you.
  • At around 1 in the morning, you still couldn’t sleep, someone knocks on your door.
  • You peep at the hole and see Jumin, looking worried.
  • AH YOU WERE A FUCKING MESS WHAT NOW
  • You try to wipe the tears off your face and open the door. His eyes grow big and he runs into you, hugging you tightly. You felt his warm embrace again. There he stood, with you in between arms, close to his chest.
  • “I’m sorry.” You say as the tears finally start flowing out your eyes.
  • “No, I’m sorry. Father forced me. I didn’t tell you. I let you sleep outside the room. I let you eat alone. I let you go for fuck’s sake.” He held you closer.
  • “I’m never going to let that happen, ever again.” He looks into you eyes and kisses you.

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Our experience at Dashcon 2014

I’ve been trying to decide whether or not I actually want to talk about our Dashcon experience.  If you know us IRL you’ll know that my wife and I recently went on a trip to Canada/Chicago purely to attend Dashcon.  And following what happened with the convention, I was in two minds.  Do we simply wash our hands of the whole situation, or do we talk about what happened?

Given that my wife received an anonymous message on her blog telling her to go and hang herself, I was leaning more toward the former.  I almost wanted to pretend like we were never there.  But after reading almost everything about the disaster, I think there are a couple of things that need to be said from our perspective.

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Scavenger Hunt

Summary: A bachelorette party scavenger hunt forces the reader to approach the hottest guy she sees at the mall…

warnings: none, just fluff

word count: ~1900

You walked quickly into the shopping mall, your giggling friends surrounding you.  Damn them and their bachelorette party games.

You were a bridesmaid for one of your best friends from college, Katie, who you were really glad hadn’t picked you to be her maid of honor because frankly, you weren’t one to plan a bachelorette party.  She’d chosen one of your other best friends Rachel to take the all-important position, and now you were seriously regretting it.

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You Don’t Like Him

Request:  hi! can I get an imagine for Jay? basically, the reader is the daughter of Jasmine and Aladdin, and the reader avoids him for a while, until Evie convinces her to speak to him, and when she does he’s all like “You finally got over it and talked to me!” and slowly you guys became really close? thank you so much if you can, + I love your work! 🍧

Warnings: None

Words: 1,210

When the VK’s first came to Auradon, you didn’t have a problem with it. That was until you bumped into one of them in the halls and realized just who they were. 

Jay, son of Jafar. Also known as your parents worst enemy. 

And you hated to admit it, but you thought he was cute…extremely cute. And once you realized that you thought he was cute, that was when you told yourself that you would have nothing to do with him. You would not sit with him in classes, you refused to watch games when he was on the field, and any dances or special events he attended, you did your hardest to avoid him at all costs. 

Although that didn’t affect your relationship with the other VK’s, you and Evie actually became very good friends, teaching each other makeup tips and doing each other’s hair. Evie quickly made her way up to the top of your friend’s list, while she wasn’t your all time best friend, she was definitely up there. 

One day, in particular, you and Evie were hanging out in her dorm doing some chemistry homework before you guys headed out to do a bit of shopping. It started out normal and fine, that was until the door opened and Carlos de Vil came into the room, followed by Jay. The moment Jay entered the room, you felt your face heat up and your body tensed. 

He looked particularly cute, his hair was slightly sweaty so it stuck to his forehead, and it was pulled back so it wasn’t all on his face, and both boys were still in their tourney uniforms. You hated that he looked cute. You wanted to find any excuse to not like him, anything. But there was nothing.

“Hey Carlos, hey Jay!” Evie said, smiling and giving them a wave, and you began to gather up your things. 

“Hey Evie, I think I’m going to head out…I need to clean my dorm some before I can head out. Meet you in the main hall in thirty minutes?” You asked, and Evie raised an eyebrow, glancing over to the boys before looking back at you. 

“Uh, sure, [Y/N]…you didn’t mention this earlier?” Evie questioned, going to hand you your backpack. She wasn’t angry or anything, mostly curious. 

“It slipped my mind.” You lied, quickly darting around the tall son of Jafar and down the hallways, trying your hardest to control the blush on your face. 

You. Don’t. Like. Him.

A couple hours later when you and Evie were in the mall, the both of you were looking at the dresses just passing the time. “So, [Y/N], what’s the deal with Jay?” Evie suddenly asked you, not looking at you as she held up a dark royal blue colored dress to herself, trying to decide if she wanted it or not. 

“What do you mean?” You asked nervously, glancing over towards your friend and then back at the dress rack you were looking through, although none of them really interested you. “I don’t have a deal with Jay, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Evie rolled her eyes and finally turned her attention towards you, walking over to you. “Honey, there’s something going on with you, you’ve never really given Jay the time of day, and you’re always avoiding him. Everyone notices, especially Jay. So what gives?” Evie asked, crossing her arms as she looked at you. 

You gave a small sigh and looked down at your feet, not quite sure how to word exactly why you avoided him. Part of you just wanted to just blame it on his dad. and get it over with, although then that wouldn’t be right…Jay couldn’t help who his father was; so you decided to go with the truth. 

“I think he’s cute, and I’m scared that I think he’s cute…at first it was because I was just scared of him. But I’m not afraid of him anymore…I’m afraid of liking him.” You said honestly, then you gave a groan and put your head in your hands, your long hair falling past your shoulders. “That makes no sense.” 

Evie laughed and shook her head some, but she was smiling as she did it. “I knew it! You have a crush on Jay! I keep telling him that but he doesn’t listen-” 

“You talk to Jay about me?!” You exclaimed, looking up at her with wide eyes, and Evie laughed some more and nodded, putting her arm around your shoulders. 

“Please, he always talks about you. He doesn’t understand why you avoid him. He’s really into you… you should totally talk to him! Come on, he doesn’t bite. Much.” You rolled your eyes some, giving a laugh and going to head to the checkout line with Evie.

“I don’t know…I’m not pretty like all the other princesses he flirts with.” You said, now just trying to find an excuse not to, and Evie forced you to look at her. 

“[Y/N], you are beautiful, trust me when I say that. And Jay thinks so too. Just try talking to him, please? And if you find you end up not liking him, you can decide what to do, but just give Jay a chance?” Evie pleaded, and after a moment of thinking, you gave a small defeated sigh. 

“Fine…I’ll talk to him.”

The next day, you were at tourney practice waiting for Jay, your heart pounding in your chest and you had to force your feet not to run away, finally deciding to just walk up to him after practice was over and he was talking to Carlos. “Jay? Can I speak with you?” You asked, your face red with embarrassment. 

Jay looked at you and smiled, but nodded before excusing himself from his conversation with Carlos, walking with you to the bleachers. “So, you finally got over your fear of me?” He teased, to which you rolled your eyes. 

“Don’t get cocky…I wanted to apologize. I haven’t been treating you very fairly…truth is, at first you scared me. My parents are Jasmine and Aladdin. Your dad is Jafar. I was scared…” 

“And then?” Jay asked as he looked at you, then when he noticed the look of confusion on your face he continued. “You said at first. That means the reason changed after awhile.” He said, leaning against his tourney stick. 

Crap You thought to yourself before looking at him. “Then…well, then I was afraid because I think you are really cute, but you never stay with one girl for more than a couple dates.” You said honestly, feeling like your heart would burst out of your chest any second, and Jay smiled. 

“Well, did you ever think that maybe the reason I don’t stay with any girl very long is that, the girl I really want won’t talk to me?” He suggested, which made your eyes go wide, and he laughed at your reaction. “Here…go on one date with me. Just one. And if you decide after that you can’t stand to be around me, you can ignore me forever.” He compromised, and you smiled. 

“I think I can manage one date.”