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Like Kids Again (Jughead x Reader)

200 Writing Prompts: “I’m a fan of your writing so here is another request…what about 92 + 112 where the reader finds Juggie after he found out about his dad…… ❤😌” – @sassi-luna

Imagine: When he finally started to believe in his father, Jughead was let down yet again. Broken, he seeks out the person he’s always sought out for comfort.

A/N: I switched it a bit so Jughead found the Reader… hope that’s okay!


As toddlers, Carson, or Car-Car, the other kids called him as they could not yet enunciate the s sound, took Jughead’s Superman action figure. The brand new action figure his dad had bought him for his birthday that past week.

He’d pretended everything was fine at first, playing with you as normal. When you asked about his birthday he burst into tears. You socked little Carson in the mouth, and Jughead got back his action figure with a smile.

Ever since then, you were there for Jughead.

Even after Jughead’s family had earned enough money to move to the Northside and he had transferred elementary schools, you were the person Jughead vented to about everything. Archie’s wishy-washy personality, the disapproving teachers, the mean students. Every night Jughead stayed up late in Pop’s Diner, alternating between plugging away at his novel and instant messaging you.

When Jughead started mentioned Betty more and more, and eventually stopped messaging you all together, you understood what had happened. Jughead chose his north side girl. You doubted you’d hear from him ever again.


A banging on the screen door startled you. Your dad was at the White Wyrm, your mom God knows where. Grabbing a baseball bat from your closet, you kept it at the ready. Peeking around the corner, you saw none other than Forsythe Pendleton Jones III, known to most as–

“…Jughead?“ You whispered. Putting down the bat, you opened the door.

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All I Know is How to Love You - Chapter One (Yoongi x Y/N: Gang AU)

Okay so about a week ago I posted a condensed version of this story under the title RUN - Yoongi Gang AU and asked you guys if you wanted me to actually make it into a fanfiction like I had originally planned to. Due to overwhelming response i have decided to move forward with this! This first chapter is about half of the scenario I posted a week ago so if you read that you can skip right to chapter two! Thanks for all of the love and support and Merry Christmas to our wonderful followers, this is our present to you!! 

Here is my fanfiction based on BTS’ comeback and music video for RUN!

Originally posted by sugagifs

New schools were hard, and unfortunately, something I had become more than used to. Maybe that was what had hardened me over the years, at least that’s what people had guessed,  that coupled with a lack of appearance by dearest mother and father. They were always too busy, and recently I had become too empty to care. I can’t say I was surprised when we suddenly began packing up the house last week and I was forced to leave another piece of myself behind.

They said this would be the last time. They said it would be easy this time.

I never believed them, why start now?

So when I walked into my new classroom, I kept my face a blank, cold mask like always, staring down anyone who attempted to appraise me in anyway. I didn’t need friends, I would be gone in a month anyway, and it was easier not to get attached.

“Class we have a new student. Please introduce yourself.” The teacher ordered behind me, but I didn’t say a word. Everyone waited with anticipation and when it was clear that I was not going to say anything, I earned a slight chuckle from the back. Unconsciously my eyes slipped to the source, a smiley boy in the back corner who was holding back laughter with his seat mate. I was surprised to see the other boy had mint green hair underneath a backwards snap back, remembering the school’s rules about hair color and dress code. He cracked a smile at the other boy’s laughter, but for the most part kept a bored expression on his face.

As if reading my mind the teacher shouted, “Both of you knock it off back there and hats off!” Then he nudged me from behind. “Introduce yourself now.”

It was an act of defiance, a stupid one, I know, but I refused to bow as I quietly said my name with ice in my tone. “Y/N.” And then I slid into a seat in the back, not far from the green haired boy and his laughing friend, putting my head down on the desk and trying my best to block out the noise and sleep. I heard the teacher sigh but he didn’t try and get me to stop so before I knew it I was drifting away.

Some time later I felt a light shake on my shoulder and I instantly woke up and coiled away. I hated when people touched me, it felt way too personal. Looking up, my eyes met those of a baby faced boy. I guess he was kind of cute. “Sorry I just—uh, it’s lunchtime.” He motioned behind himself, looking slightly sheepish.

I stood up and brushed past him coldly without a word. Usually, that would be more than enough to keep people away, but I could hear his rushed footsteps trying to keep up with me. “I’m Lee MinJae.” He held out his hand and I pushed it away.

“And I don’t care.”

He chuckled at my response. Who was this guy? “You’re the coldest person I have ever met, Y/N. And you’ve barely spoken two words to me.”

I stopped abruptly, giving him the most dangerous look I could muster. “Let’s keep it that way.” And then I turned away and stormed out of the school, not bothering to look back.

After wandering around for a bit, I found a huge willow tree and curled up beneath it. My stomach growled angrily, but I ignored it, trying to sleep for the duration of the lunch period. Of course, I could never be that lucky.

“Sorry but this spot is already taken. Try the lake on the other side of town.” A deep voice sounded from somewhere close, forcing me to open my eyes, a disgusted look on my face. A handsome boy stood looking down at me with a somewhat distressed expression at the sight of me.

“First come, first serve. Why don’t you go check out that lake you were talking about?” You turned away from him, trying to get comfortable.

“This is my spot. I come here everyday.” He was getting angry and when I peeked an eye out at him, I could see his fists clenched in frustration.

“Well I’m more than willing to share as long as you don’t talk to me.” I replied in a tired voice.

There were a few beats of silence and some grumbling before he finally settled down a feet away from me. “Who are you, anyway?”

“Your biggest issue apparently. No talking remember?”

“You obviously have no idea who I am and I’m pretty sure I’m older than you so you should be addressing me as ‘oppa’”

I snorted loudly, getting drawn in despite every piece of me screaming to stay away. “Do I look like the type of person who cares who you are or would call you ‘oppa’”?

He ignored my comment and stuck out his hand. “Kim Seokjin, Year 3. But you can call me Jin Oppa.”

Like to the boy before, I pushed his hand away and stood up. “Take your spot back I have no interest in sharing if you’re just going to try and talk to me.”

He acted like he had been shot. “So cold. What on earth happened to such a pretty girl like you for you to act this way?”

I stopped dead in my tracks at his words, daggers coming from gaze. Usually I would just walk away, but something about this place, about the people here, felt different. For some reason, I felt like I could trust this guy. “The world happened.”

He squinted his eyes slightly, trying to understand. “So much on one girl’s shoulders. Even I can sympathize. The world sucks, carry on hating it.” And then he laid down without another word, accepting the fact that I was leaving, and I did.

The rest of the day passed by way too slowly for my liking, and all I could think about was Jin and what he had said, how he had agreed. When I was on my way out of the school at the end of the day, there was some sort of commotion, everyone running around frantically but all in the same direction.

“They’ve got someone! It’s about to go down.” I heard someone yell. Despite my instincts to keep walking home, something stopped me. The arrows that always pointed me home were suddenly pointing in the direction of the commotion, and I couldn’t stop my feet as they carried me forward.

Someone was shouting. “ALL OF YOU! OUT OF HERE! NOTHING TO SEE HERE UNLESS YOU’RE LOOKING FOR THE SAME PUNISHMENT!”

The crowd quickly broke up after those words, much to my bewilderment. Unafraid of course, I stayed and observed from around a corner.

Seven boys hung around the back alley, some smoking, some laughing, but all of their attention focused on an eighth boy who was crouched on the ground shaking slightly. Amongst them I spotted the shock of green hair on the boy from my class. He swung a baseball bat around and around, a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

“You owe us.” A taller boy with hot pink hair said quietly to the boy on the ground. “You know how this works.”

“I’m sorry, I just, I just need another week. Please.” The voice sounded awfully familiar, and then it hit me. MinJae. The kind, persistent boy who had woken me up for lunch.

“You see, we granted you an extra week last week. And our mercy has just about run out.” The pink haired boy replied in a bored tone. “Suga, if you would please.”

Suddenly, the green haired boy pushed himself from the wall and threw his cigarette to the ground, smashing it with his foot before advancing forward and swinging the bat with his full force at MinJae. I couldn’t help the little gasp that left my mouth at the sight, instantly putting my hand over my mouth to make sure they couldn’t hear me.

Some of the others began joining in, while the pink haired boy stayed leaning against the wall, watching, along with one other. Wait. Was that? I couldn’t believe my eyes as I realized it was Jin, the boy I had thought about all day, standing next to the leader.

A cry of pain brought my attention back to MinJae who had the other five boys surrounding him. I had to do something.

“Rap Monster, let’s stop there.” I heard Jin say in what you could tell was a forcibly bored voice.

“Just give it a few more minutes. We don’t tolerate traitors, remember?”

I was angry, so angry that I acted without thinking. Before I could stop myself, I was walking calmly toward the green haired boy they called Suga, and tapping him on the shoulder. He stiffened slightly, and turned. In his eyes I could see nothing but emptiness, and then I punched him square in the jaw, just like my self defense instructors had taught me. His head whipped back at the impact and the others had stopped to stare at the scene in awe. I grabbed hold of MinJae, supporting his weight as best I could and started to walk away without a word.

Before I had even gotten two steps away, Minjae was ripped away from me and thrown to the ground and I was being slammed into the wall. “What do we have here?” Suga growled at me and I kept my blank expression pasted on my face, refusing to show how scared I was.

Rap Monster, the fearless leader, came forward, followed by a reluctant Jin. “Who the fuck are you?”

“This is the girl who transferred to me and Suga’s class today. She’s hilarious she refused to acknowledge us or the teacher.” The boy who had been sitting next to Suga in class was grinning like a mad man as he chuckled at the memory. They had all surrounded me and Suga now.

“Well it looks like J-Hope’s your biggest fan.” Another boy said with a grin.

“Listen new girl, you don’t seem to know who you’re messing with. So I suggest you move along.” The leader said knowingly, and I shot him my best death glare.

“Not without that idiot over there.” I pointed at the barely conscious MinJae, “You did enough to him, anymore and you’ll kill him. Unless you’re looking to bury a body tonight.” My tone remained lifeless.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” J-Hope shot me a grin. My stomach screamed.

“Just let her go. She’s learned her lesson, and so has he.” Jin spoke up, trying again to keep his tone even.

Suga continued to stare at me with those lifeless eyes that seemed to resemble mine a little bit, a bruise beginning to form on his jaw. After a few seconds he pushed away from me, and gave MinJae one more kick before lighting another cigarette and walking alone down the alley. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief before gathering up MinJae again and starting to walk away from the group, feeling all of their eyes on me as I went.

“Thank you.” Minjae breathed almost silently.

“Whatever.”

“Stay away from BTS. They’re gonna have it out for you now. You shouldn’t have done that.”

I didn’t say anything as I called an ambulance and waited for it to take him away before heading home. All I could think about was the way Suga’s eyes had stared into mine, seeing everything and nothing. I didn’t like the way it made me feel so bare, like he could see every piece of me.

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Elyse ‘Wildflower’ Willems

Shoutout to @gunshowwillems for reading this over and doin some editing

 She no longer uses her surname, no one who knows her now knows what it is. The name long and forgotten along with the family she left behind.

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Eye for an Eye - Part 2

Word Count: 1909

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Graphic depictions of injuries, Violence, Major character death(s), Language

A/N: Written for @kittenofdoomage ‘s Classic Movie Quote Challenge. My quote was “There’s no crying in baseball!” (A League of Their Own, 1992). Also written for @loveitsallineed ‘s 1k follower celebration challenge. My song was “Where Do We Go From Here” by Ruelle.  Changed the POV of the second part. It just felt better. 

A/N #2: This could be considered pretty graphic to some. If you’re easily disturbed don’t read it. 

Eye for an Eye - Part 1


You woke up with Dean’s hand firmly gripping yours, a dull throb in your arm where the Mark of Cain was now burned into it. Dean’s other hand was caressing your face, just sitting there waiting for you to wake up. “I know you’re awake.” Dean mumbled. “You’re breathing again. Open your eyes, Y/N.”

“Hi.” You fluttered your eyes open and smiled up at him, noticing him flinch at your new pair of shiny, black eyes. “What? Black’s not my color?”

“It actually worked.” Dean let out the breath he’d been holding and grabbed you, pulling you up and crushing you against his body. “I can’t fucking believe it.” You wrapped your arms around him, inhaling his scent. It was an odd phenomenon. You absolutely did not give a fuck about anything, and it was the most freeing feeling you’d ever felt. Except Dean. You still had every human feeling you’d ever felt for Dean.

“Told you it would, baby.” You purred in his ear, rubbing your hands up and down his back. “It’s OK. I’m back now and they’re all dead.”

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Big Brother

Toby babysitting six year old Maddie while Alcor’s at a parent-teacher conference, and some adorable shenanigans.

“I’ll be back in an hour.”

“I know, Al.”

“You need to make dinner.”

“Alcor—”

“She can’t sleep without her stuffed pig.”

“Alcor!” Toby flinched immediately after he raised his voice. “Sorry. But, I know. I’ve watched Maddie a hundred times. You can go to conferences.”

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BTS Scenario - RUN (Yoongi Gang AU)

Well. I’ve been so obsessed with the new album and music video that i decided to base this scenario off of Run. This is so long, because I was originally thinking of using the idea to start a new fanfiction, so this is a very condensed version of that. I hope you enjoy and sorry for the wait!!!! 


BTS Scenario - RUN (Yoongi Gang AU)

New schools were hard, and unfortunately, something I had become more than used to. Maybe that was what had hardened me over the years, at least that’s what people had guessed,  that coupled with a lack of appearance by dearest mother and father. They were always too busy, and recently I had become too empty to care. I can’t say I was surprised when we suddenly began packing up the house last week and I was forced to leave another piece of myself behind.

They said this would be the last time. They said it would be easy this time.

I never believed them, why start now?

So when I walked into my new classroom, I kept my face a blank, cold mask like always, staring down anyone who attempted to appraise me in anyway. I didn’t need friends, I would be gone in a month anyway, and it was easier not to get attached.

“Class we have a new student. Please introduce yourself.” The teacher ordered behind me, but I didn’t say a word. Everyone waited with anticipation and when it was clear that I was not going to say anything, I earned a slight chuckle from the back. Unconsciously my eyes slipped to the source, a smiley boy in the back corner who was holding back laughter with his seat mate. I was surprised to see the other boy had mint green hair underneath a backwards snap back, remembering the school’s rules about hair color and dress code. He cracked a smile at the other boy’s laughter, but for the most part kept a bored expression on his face.

As if reading my mind the teacher shouted, “Both of you knock it off back there and hats off!” Then he nudged me from behind. “Introduce yourself now.”

It was an act of defiance, a stupid one, I know, but I refused to bow as I quietly said my name with ice in my tone. “Y/N.” And then I slid into a seat in the back, not far from the green haired boy and his laughing friend, putting my head down on the desk and trying my best to block out the noise and sleep. I heard the teacher sigh but he didn’t try and get me to stop so before I knew it I was drifting away.

Some time later I felt a light shake on my shoulder and I instantly woke up and coiled away. I hated when people touched me, it felt way too personal. Looking up, my eyes met those of a baby faced boy. I guess he was kind of cute. “Sorry I just—uh, it’s lunchtime.” He motioned behind himself, looking slightly sheepish.

I stood up and brushed past him coldly without a word. Usually, that would be more than enough to keep people away, but I could hear his rushed footsteps trying to keep up with me. “I’m Lee MinJae.” He held out his hand and I pushed it away.

“And I don’t care.”

He chuckled at my response. Who was this guy? “You’re the coldest person I have ever met, Y/N. And you’ve barely spoken two words to me.”

I stopped abruptly, giving him the most dangerous look I could muster. “Let’s keep it that way.” And then I turned away and stormed out of the school, not bothering to look back.

After wandering around for a bit, I found a huge willow tree and curled up beneath it. My stomach growled angrily, but I ignored it, trying to sleep for the duration of the lunch period. Of course, I could never be that lucky.

“Sorry but this spot is already taken. Try the lake on the other side of town.” A deep voice sounded from somewhere close, forcing me to open my eyes, a disgusted look on my face. A handsome boy stood looking down at me with a somewhat distressed expression at the sight of me.

“First come, first serve. Why don’t you go check out that lake you were talking about?” You turned away from him, trying to get comfortable.

“This is my spot. I come here everyday.” He was getting angry and when I peeked an eye out at him, I could see his fists clenched in frustration.

“Well I’m more than willing to share as long as you don’t talk to me.” I replied in a tired voice.

There were a few beats of silence and some grumbling before he finally settled down a feet away from me. “Who are you, anyway?”

“Your biggest issue apparently. No talking remember?”

“You obviously have no idea who I am and I’m pretty sure I’m older than you so you should be addressing me as ‘oppa’”

I snorted loudly, getting drawn in despite every piece of me screaming to stay away. “Do I look like the type of person who cares who you are or would call you ‘oppa’”?

He ignored my comment and stuck out his hand. “Kim Seokjin, Year 3. But you can call me Jin Oppa.”

Like to the boy before, I pushed his hand away and stood up. “Take your spot back I have no interest in sharing if you’re just going to try and talk to me.”

He acted like he had been shot. “So cold. What on earth happened to such a pretty girl like you for you to act this way?”

I stopped dead in my tracks at his words, daggers coming from gaze. Usually I would just walk away, but something about this place, about the people here, felt different. For some reason, I felt like I could trust this guy. “The world happened.”

He squinted his eyes slightly, trying to understand. “So much on one girl’s shoulders. Even I can sympathize. The world sucks, carry on hating it.” And then he laid down without another word, accepting the fact that I was leaving, and I did.

The rest of the day passed by way too slowly for my liking, and all I could think about was Jin and what he had said, how he had agreed. When I was on my way out of the school at the end of the day, there was some sort of commotion, everyone running around frantically but all in the same direction.

“They’ve got someone! It’s about to go down.” I heard someone yell. Despite my instincts to keep walking home, something stopped me. The arrows that always pointed me home were suddenly pointing in the direction of the commotion, and I couldn’t stop my feet as they carried me forward.

Someone was shouting. “ALL OF YOU! OUT OF HERE! NOTHING TO SEE HERE UNLESS YOU’RE LOOKING FOR THE SAME PUNISHMENT!”

The crowd quickly broke up after those words, much to my bewilderment. Unafraid of course, I stayed and observed from around a corner.

Seven boys hung around the back alley, some smoking, some laughing, but all of their attention focused on an eighth boy who was crouched on the ground shaking slightly. Amongst them I spotted the shock of green hair on the boy from my class. He swung a baseball bat around and around, a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

“You owe us.” A taller boy with hot pink hair said quietly to the boy on the ground. “You know how this works.”

“I’m sorry, I just, I just need another week. Please.” The voice sounded awfully familiar, and then it hit me. MinJae. The kind, persistent boy who had woken me up for lunch.

“You see, we granted you an extra week last week. And our mercy has just about run out.” The pink haired boy replied in a bored tone. “Suga, if you would please.”

Suddenly, the green haired boy pushed himself from the wall and threw his cigarette to the ground, smashing it with his foot before advancing forward and swinging the bat with his full force at MinJae. I couldn’t help the little gasp that left my mouth at the sight, instantly putting my hand over my mouth to make sure they couldn’t hear me.

Some of the others began joining in, while the pink haired boy stayed leaning against the wall, watching, along with one other. Wait. Was that? I couldn’t believe my eyes as I realized it was Jin, the boy I had thought about all day, standing next to the leader.

A cry of pain brought my attention back to MinJae who had the other five boys surrounding him. I had to do something.

“Rap Monster, let’s stop there.” I heard Jin say in what you could tell was a forcibly bored voice.

“Just give it a few more minutes. We don’t tolerate traitors, remember?”

I was angry, so angry that I acted without thinking. Before I could stop myself, I was walking calmly toward the green haired boy they called Suga, and tapping him on the shoulder. He stiffened slightly, and turned. In his eyes I could see nothing but emptiness, and then I punched him square in the jaw, just like my self defense instructors had taught me. His head whipped back at the impact and the others had stopped to stare at the scene in awe. I grabbed hold of MinJae, supporting his weight as best I could and started to walk away without a word.

Before I had even gotten two steps away, Minjae was ripped away from me and thrown to the ground and I was being slammed into the wall. “What do we have here?” Suga growled at me and I kept my blank expression pasted on my face, refusing to show how scared I was.

Rap Monster, the fearless leader, came forward, followed by a reluctant Jin. “Who the fuck are you?”

“This is the girl who transferred to me and Suga’s class today. She’s hilarious she refused to acknowledge us or the teacher.” The boy who had been sitting next to Suga in class was grinning like a mad man as he chuckled at the memory. They had all surrounded me and Suga now.

“Well it looks like J-Hope’s your biggest fan.” Another boy said with a grin.

“Listen new girl, you don’t seem to know who you’re messing with. So I suggest you move along.” The leader said knowingly, and I shot him my best death glare.

“Not without that idiot over there.” I pointed at the barely conscious MinJae, “You did enough to him, anymore and you’ll kill him. Unless you’re looking to bury a body tonight.” My tone remained lifeless.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” J-Hope shot me a grin. My stomach screamed.

“Just let her go. She’s learned her lesson, and so has he.” Jin spoke up, trying again to keep his tone even.

Suga continued to stare at me with those lifeless eyes that seemed to resemble mine a little bit, a bruise beginning to form on his jaw. After a few seconds he pushed away from me, and gave MinJae one more kick before lighting another cigarette and walking alone down the alley. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief before gathering up MinJae again and starting to walk away from the group, feeling all of their eyes on me as I went.

“Thank you.” Minjae breathed almost silently.

“Whatever.”

“Stay away from BTS. They’re gonna have it out for you now. You shouldn’t have done that.”

I didn’t say anything as I called an ambulance and waited for it to take him away before heading home. All I could think about was the way Suga’s eyes had stared into mine, seeing everything and nothing. I didn’t like the way it made me feel so bare, like he could see every piece of me.

The next morning, I arrived to class half an hour late but uncaring. No one had been there to tell me to wake up or scold me for being late like usual, so I had just kept sleeping. I walked into the classroom and made my way to my seat.

“Y/N? Where’s your late pass. And please be respectful and bow when you enter the classroom.”

I ignored him, settling into my seat and finding a comfy position to lay my head down in. “Y/N!” I jumped at the force of hand slamming down on my desk. “Detention.” He handed me a slip and turned back to the front of the classroom. I looked at it for a second and then crumpled it up, throwing it to the ground and resuming my sleeping position.

Some time later, I heard voices nearby, waking me from my stupor.

“Y/N, you really are hard core, huh? First punching Suga and today refusing to greet the teacher and throwing your detention pass to the ground?” I saw that J-Hope was the one speaking, an incredulous look on his face. It had to be lunch time, because then I noticed three of the other boys from yesterday lounging around me with J-Hope, Suga ignoring the ordeal and looking out the window absently.

“You’re seriously amazing! Where’d you learn to punch like that?” One of the guys asked, “Oh I’m Jimin, by the way.”

I just stared at him, long enough to make his enthusiastic expression melt away.

“She really is cold.” One of the others shivered slightly.

“Shut up, V! She just doesn’t like the attention can’t you tell?” Another one said.

“Oh little Jungkookie knows everything it seems.” V retorted, earning a playful slap from the one they called Jungkook. Suddenly, they were all playing around and laughing.

“Go away.” I said, standing from my seat and gathering up my things.

“Y/N, you’re so cold!” J-Hope whined. “You’re the first person who has ever stood up against Suga, we’re just trying to get to know you!”

“Will you all shut up?! Jesus!” Suga’s loud voice filled every corner of the room as he stood up, the chair slamming to the ground. Before anyone could reply he was storming out of the classroom. I watched him go, slightly dumbfounded and for some reason, a little disappointed.

That night, on my way home, all I could think about were those stupid boys and their stupid gang. Whatever they were involved in, it took a toll on both Suga and Jin. That much was clear. I entered the long tunnel that spilled out into the city near my house and immediately noticed something was wrong. Cars were backed up and honking relentlessly. Squinting, I noticed that halfway down the tunnel, a large pickup truck was parked so that it blocked both lanes, stopping all traffic. There was hollering and excited yelps from every direction and I watched as the people in the cars got angrier and angrier. My feet inched closer to the disruption and that’s when I saw them.

I noticed V first, crouched on the hood of a car with a spray paint can in his hand as he ‘X’ed out the windshield and laughed maniacally. BTS was in the road between cars, flying across the tops of them, and causing all sorts of mayhem. J-Hope spit his drink out at a window, while Jimin dumped his on the top of a car. They screamed and danced around, laughing and having so much fun. As much as I could tell that this was a huge disturbance, I was fascinated and I watched in awe. They had each other’s backs—that much was clear. They all had a reason for what they were doing, like their youth was taking a toll on them and this was them fighting back. It made me dizzy with jealousy to see how much they loved each other, to see them creating memories right before my eyes.

Then I spotted Suga. He seemed drunk on the rush of what he was doing, and it made him he even more attractive than before. He chucked his cup at a car, and that’s when the first person started to get out of their car. Suga called out a warning and they all started running for the pick up truck, climbing into the back before the driver pulled away crazily, all of them screaming and shouting from the truck bed. Within seconds, traffic went back to normal, and it was like nothing ever happened. I blinked a couple of times before continuing forward.

I didn’t like that I could feel myself getting attached to where I was. J-Hope, Jungkook, Jimin, and V tried to talk to me everyday, but I continued to shut them down. Sometimes Rap Monster and Jin even showed up. They would just talk around me, assuming I was listening and halfway through lunch, Suga would always get up and leave, like clockwork. They could tell I was warming up from my occasional smiles or quiet chuckles. I tried so hard to fight it.

“Y/N come to our party tonight.” Jimin ordered and I ignored him.

“Aww come on, Y/N! We know you like having us around! You have to warm up at some point!” Jungkook insisted.

I still refused to say anything, giving them all cold glares.

“Well here’s the address anyway.” J-Hope pushed a paper over to me and I crumpled it up. They all sighed and continued with their conversation. I didn’t throw the paper to the ground though. Instead I kept it tightly sealed in my palm, refusing to open it until I got home later.

They neglected to inform me that the party would be held in an abandoned railway car, but I stood watching from the outside I could hear pounding music and just barely see flashing lights. What was I doing here? I was breaking all of my rules.

Painted in large spray paint letters on the outside of the car were the words “Wasted Youth Enter the Void”

Without thinking, I hoisted yourself up and pulled the door open, revealing the mess of party goers inside. There were old couches everywhere and a million twinkle lights hanging from the ceiling as people danced and drank and acted like complete fools. The music was so loud it made my head ache. In the corner I could see most of BTS yelling and jumping around, having a great time together like always.

“You came.” Someone shouted from behind me and I turned quickly to see Jin, a dazed look on his face and a half empty red solo cup in his hand.

I nodded shortly, pushing past him to get myself a drink. If I was going to stay here, there was no way I would be able to do it sober. Usually I didn’t drink. In fact, I’ve always been very adamant about not drinking to solve my problems. But something about this place, the atmosphere. None of my actions made sense anymore. I just did things without thinking.

I felt Jin’s warm hand on my arm and shrunk away. He came close to me, only a breath away. “I’m really glad you came.”

I pulled away as quick as I could, suddenly feeling really uncomfortable. “Jin, you’re drunk. Please keep your hands to yourself.”

“Y/N!” I heard J-Hope shout from across the room and my eyes followed his voice. But it wasn’t him that I saw. Instead it was the lifeless eyes that for once didn’t look so lifeless and were instead sparked with a little bit of disbelief. Suga seemed to take an involuntary step forward before stopping himself.

They made their way over to us and I stared at my shoes, not knowing what to say.

“Y/N, you look beautiful.” I heard Jungkook tell me quietly, an embarrassed look on his face. They all had glitter in their hair and red cups in their hands. I watched as Suga suddenly downed the rest of his drink and pushed past me to refill his cup, then proceeding to gulp down that one.

I realized that Jungkook was still looking at me and I blushed a little bit. Looking down I said quietly. “Thanks.”

“SHE SPOKE! SHE SAID SOMETHING OTHER THAN HER COLD PHRASES!” J-Hope started to jump around like a horse and I couldn’t help but giggle a little bit.

Just then, the door slammed open and seven silhouettes entered as if they owned the place. Rap Monster straightened and pushed through us to meet them. “You aren’t welcome here.”

“I thought this was an open party.” A guy with white blonde hair chuckled slightly, reaching to snatch Suga’s cup out of his hand and taking a swig. I rolled my eyes. The testosterone was suddenly overwhelming.

“You aren’t welcome here, Jackson. Please show yourselves out before we do.” Rap Monster, as always, was very civil, but Jackson just laughed.

“I’d like to see you try.”

Again, my body moved on instinct. I did something I never would have done before. My wrist snapped forward, and the cup that I had been about to drink from was suddenly dousing Jackson from head to toe in warm beer.

Slowly, every single one of them turned to look at me in absolute shock. I kept my bored expression and took out my phone. “You’re annoying.”

And again, I was thrown against a wall forcefully, but this time, Jackson didn’t look like he would be too forgiving. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing, I’d like to take you home and—“ Before he could finish, he was being thrown across the room by a figure with mint green hair and a furious expression.

“Keep your hands off her.” Suga growled as Jackson stood up.

“Looks like you’re Suga’s newest whore, huh?” Jackson smirked and Suga was on him again, throwing punches left and right.

Some of his other guys had circled me while I had been too busy watching to pay attention. One threw me over his shoulder while the other attempted to hit me. Jin and J-Hope came out of nowhere trying to get my attackers. The entire party had stopped to watch, but had done nothing to help. I managed to get away from the two guys with the help of Jin and J-Hope, but they just kept coming for me. Everyone was fighting and I was getting ready to defend myself.

Rap Monster managed to get out, “Suga! Get her out of here!”

There were growls and more punches from Suga, but Rap Monster insisted. “NOW.”

Before I could even think, Suga had grabbed onto my wrist and was yanking me out of the car and down the train tracks. “Run.”

And I did, holding tightly onto his hand and keeping up with him easily as my heart pounded in my ears, the warmth from his hand spreading sparks throughout my entire body. We didn’t stop until we were in the middle of a deserted bridge and then Suga abruptly halted, bending over to catch his breath. I breathed hard and tried to gather my thoughts. Suga pushed me lightly and stumbled back. “You idiot! Why would you do that?”

Anger formed in my chest. “We all knew you guys were gonna fight no matter what, I just sped up the process and got to have my input.” I swung my legs over the bridge railing and perched on the side. There was nothing to catch me if I slipped but I didn’t mind.

After a few seconds, he joined me without a word, still panting slightly. “Stop doing stupid things. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” His words were a quiet threat, but they didn’t scare me.

“I’m not getting myself into anything your friends are the ones he keep showing up next to me every day.”

We were silent for what felt like forever, but it was a comfortable silence. The most comfortable I had been in a very long time. I think he felt it too, because his shoulders relaxed in a way I had never seen before.

“I know you won’t listen or insist that you have nothing to do with us. But you really shouldn’t get caught up with us, Y/N. We’re going nowhere. Never have and never will. We fight and drink and party to keep the pain away but it’s always there at the end of the day.” His voice was raw, honest. I couldn’t remember the last time I had let someone open up to me and vice versa.

“What if I’m not going anywhere either?” It came out quiet, but I knew he could hear it.

He shook his head. “No. You aren’t like us, Y/N. You’re choosing it I can tell. I hate that you’re choosing this.”

I decided to ignore him. “What’s your real name, Suga?”

“To you, it’s Suga.” He answered instantly, staring at me with those lifeless eyes before continuing to look out at the bay.

“Then to you it’s Idiot Girl.” I replied stubbornly, getting up from the railing and starting to climb back over. He jumped over easily and when I looked at him, his eyes shined a little bit with amusement.

“It’s always been that to me.” He shot back easily, shooting you a smile. Wait. Was he flirting? I stared a little bit and in the process lost my footing and slipped. My heart skipped a beat as I felt my weight shift backwards. Like lightning, he was there gripping my waist tightly and pressing me against the railing. I could feel the warmth of his body through the cold metal, and all of the breath left my lungs. We were inches away from one another and I could see into the depths of those dark eyes. He looked slightly frantic, “Idiot girl.” He mumbled. I prayed he couldn’t feel the way my heart raced. It had been so long since I had felt anything besides emptiness, and he was the reason for that.

We stayed like that for a minute or two, both of us breathing heavy from the rush, our chests just barely touching. And then using his arm for support I climbed back over, remembering that I wasn’t supposed to be close, that I was supposed to keep the wall high. I surged forward without a word, and after just a second I heard him trailing behind. “I can get home by myself.”

“I’m not leaving you alone, Idiot Girl.” He grumbled, pushing past me so he could stand in front. I pushed past him again, how did he expect to find my house without me leading the way? He settled for walking next to me. We didn’t speak again, that comfortable silence taking over.

My house came into view shortly after, and I stopped when we came in front of it, turning to him. “Thanks. See you at school.”

“The lights aren’t on.” He stared at my dark empty house with concern.

“They never are. Goodnight.” And then I went inside without another word.

On Monday, the boys came in with bruised faces and cuts but wicked grins, indicating that they had won their fight.

“Did you see Y/N? She was so fearless!” J-Hope looked at me with admiration and I just shoved him a little.

“You and Suga missed out on the best parts of the fight.” Jimin boasted, remembering it all. At the mention of his name, I unconsciously looked up at him at the same time that he looked at me. He smiled a little bit and looked away making my heart beat unevenly. I stood up and gathered up my stuff. “Where are you going?”

“None of your business.” I sighed. I walked the halls in quiet thought, trying to shake everything I was feeling. As I rounded a corner I ran head first into the person I was trying to clear from my thoughts. He had his nose stuck in a book and hadn’t seen me coming.

His hands shot out to steady me and I felt warm where they connected with my waist. A blush crept up my neck against my will. “Idiot Girl.”

“Nameless Boy.”

“I have a name, it’s not my fault if you choose to not accept it.” He replied with an evil smirk. I repaid that with a punch on the arm before getting up and walking away.

Things continued that way all week. It felt like Suga and I were dancing around each other, walking a thin line. I continued to warm up to the guys, and Suga seemed to stay around longer than before, only leaving after particular comments aimed at me it seemed.

On Friday night, I went home like normal. They had invited me to another party, but I felt like it was best if I stayed in. I wasn’t looking for any repeats of the last party. I spent most of the night watching movies in the dark, trying my best not to think about them and particularly Suga.

When two a.m. rolled around I decided it was time for bed and was just settling in when I felt a couple taps on my window. My immediate reaction was a racing heart and to imagine the worst case scenario. But like always recently, my body acted before my mind and I pulled the curtain back. On the other side was a shock of green hair leaning casually. My heart jumped in my chest. I cracked the window. “Go away.”

“Idiot, let me in.” His words were slightly slurred, and I remembered the way that he drank last week. He was drunk.

“Not like that.” I answered flatly.

But he ignored me, pushing the window open more and climbing in. I just stood by, too tired to prevent it from happening. He tripped a little and stumbled.

“Get out.”

“Why didn’t you come to the party?” He was talking normally, despite the slur, for the first time since I had met him, and it only took several cups of liquor to do it. He sat down on my bed and smiled warmly at me, sending shivers throughout my body.

“Despite what you might think, I have no desire to get beat up or wasted.”

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Pretend like we mean nothing to you.”

“You don’t.”

“And here I was spending all night and all week thinking about you and your lips.” He replied honestly, chuckling slightly at his own words while I stared at him, frozen. He seemed to detect my silence and suddenly became embarrassed. “I—“

“Please stop.” I said as coldly as possible.

He looked at me blankly. “Stop what?”

“Stop looking at me and talking to me and trying to get my attention. It won’t work! I can’t feel anything, I won’t feel anything!” I exclaimed, frustration and all of my emotions that I had kept at bay building up in my eyes.

He stood silently, his eyes slightly hooded as he stood just centimeters from me. “I don’t want to.”

I pushed his chest. “Stop.”

“Y/N.” It was the first time I had heard him say my name. It sent butterflies throughout me and I hated it.

I pushed again. “Stop!”

“Y/N.”

“Get out!” I screamed, pushing him harder. He stumbled back from the alcohol and the force, looking at you with hurt in his eyes. I turned away so that he couldn’t see the tears that were gathering in my eyes.

I heard the window open but I knew he was still there. “It’s Yoongi. Min Yoongi.” And then he was gone, and I was sobbing uncontrollably for the first time in years. I liked him, I liked him so much that it hurt, and I couldn’t let myself have those feelings. I was alone and I always would be.

When I got back to school I tried my hardest to avoid them all. It wasn’t hard with Suga but the others obviously didn’t get the memo. I had gotten too close and now I needed to step back. Before I left to hide somewhere during lunch from them, I heard a piece of J-Hope and Suga’s conversation.

“Yeah, today, right after school in the alley. They’re bringing back up I heard so be prepared.” J-Hope whispered furiously.

“I’m always prepared.” Suga growled. “Jackson and his band of idiots don’t scare me.”

I left without listening any longer. It didn’t concern me anymore and quite frankly it never should have.

That day, the teacher made me stay after to go over the notes since I had been sleeping. Again. By the time I had begun heading home, the sun was starting to set. Before my feet could set down on the route to my house I remembered something. They were going to fight today. In the alley where I had first met them.

I don’t know why I went. I don’t know why I was physically incapable of saving myself any longer. But I was so glad that I did.

All by himself in the darkest corner of the alley, Suga sat breathing heavily, his face bruised and cut, blood covering his white shirt. I ran toward him without a second thought. “Suga,” I breathed when I was right there and he finally noticed me, shooting me a lopsided smile through his cuts.

“Y/N. I thought you hated me.”

For once I decided to be honest with him and myself. “I hate what you’re doing to me, idiot. I’m scared. I’m scared to let you in.”

“I am too.” He replied in a labored breath.

“What happened? Where is everyone?” I was slightly frantic, he was not in a good condition at all.

“The hospital. I held the other gang off.”

“Why are they at the hospital?” I almost screamed, hysterical at the thought of one of them being hurt.

“Jin, he…they had a gun, Y/N.” He choked a little bit on the words, a single tear escaping his eye. I caught it with a kiss and pulled him to me as gently as possible. Jin. The one who had been kindest to me at all of them. The one whose tree I had stolen.

“He’s gonna be okay Yoongi I swear. He’s gonna be okay.” But I was crying for the second time in the same week.

Because he wasn’t.

Originally posted by yoonkooks

So yeah. Let me know if you enjoyed. I still might make this its own fanfiction if you guys like it enough so let me know!! 

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-Lisa (Who is reuniting with Kelsey in 13 Days!!!!!!)

we go together: a musical matsu mix - two musical numbers for each matsuno brother!

[listen on 8tracks]

1. osomatsu - dancing through life 2. karamatsu - loud 3. choromatsu - purpose 4. ichimatsu - everybody wants to be a cat 5. jyushimatsu - i’m not that smart 6. todomatsu - killer instinct 7. osomatsu - if i were a rich man 8. karamatsu - mr cellophane 3. choromatsu - my unfortunate erection 4. ichimatsu - just around the corner 5. jyushimatsu - T.E.A.M. (the baseball game) 6. todomatsu - popular

2.  “Hand it over!” - “Not going to happen.”

10. “ Does it take effort to be such a jerk or does it come naturally to you?”

with Negan


Negan was short on medical staff and since you were a trained nurse you offered to come with him. Not out of the goodness of your heart of course. You wanted to look around the sanctuary, find any week spots, get to know their defences. Rick had been against it at first but in the end he agreed because he knew it would help them in the future. Keep your friends close and your enemies bla,bla,bla.

„Does it take effort to be such a jerk or does it come naturally to you?“ You ask Negan on the ride back. He was intimidating but you weren’t really scared of him. You always said what was going through your mind anyway. A talent that had gotten you in trouble quite a few times before but Negan didn’t seem to care much.

„It’s one of my many natural advantages it doesn’t take effort at all.“ He replies, still concentrated on the road in front of him while he drives. You can see him smirking a bit before his expression goes back to normal again.

„Thought so.“

„You’re too fucking sassy yoursef to complain about my attitude, honey.“

You stand and up and take the baseball bat from a corner, swinging it around. It was heavier than you had thought.

„Hey, hey, hey. Hand it over!“

„Not going to happen.“

„I swear if I see a single scratch on Lucille you’ll be in for a lot of trouble girlie.“

„Oh calm down, you act like I’m going to bite your dick off or something.“

„You might as well so be careful with her.“

„Aye, Aye Sir.“ You say sarcasically and sit back down in your seat. Maybe this was going to be a fun time after all, at least he wasn’t dull.

Closer

DIRTY NIALL HORAN IMAGINE FOR DOROTHY

“Come on it’ll be fun!” said your best friend from outside the bathroom of your dormitory.

“I. Am. Not. Interested! Why don’t you just get it?!” you said, opening the door and spitting the words on her face. She had been on with you for about an hour now, convincing you every minute that followed to go to the frat party organised by your college plastics. Even though, they bullied, hated everyone, thought of themselves to be superior, they owned every bloody soul. In college, being invited to a party organized by them was something of great honour and followed great fame.

Somewhere inside, you knew, you did want to go to the party. Of course.  A part of you said yes other said no, of course it was cool, but you knew the consequences that followed.

“Come on Dory! You have to come, I can’t imagine going to that party without my best friend”

You hesitated, and started to give in, “Then- don’t!”

“Everything you’re saying isn’t making sense you know?”

“Yeah maybe that’s why I shouldn’t go” you replied.

“Pleeeeease Dorothy, please!” she said pleading. There. Weakness. Her puppy dog face, those eyes and the way she spoke.

“Fine…” you said, finally giving in.

“OH!’ she squealed jumping up “I love you! Thank you!!” she said, followed by a hug.

“Yeah yeah…” you replied “Come on, let’s get dressed then”

***

Putting on your black dress, dazzling some heels, with your brown hair down, you looked perfect. Sure to be noticed, by guys it was comfortable in a way and was uncomfortable as well, but you didn’t care really.

You entered into a big house party, with a crowded kitchen, couples -maybe- kissing on the couch, people dirty dancing. Typical college party. It was your sophomore year and you were pretty excited for this party. There hot senior boys around the corner, some of the baseball team others football, but the one that caught your attention was the one with the guitar, sitting on the table besides the team’s captain.

“Niall Horan”, you were startled by your best friend. “He’s the star of the college, senior year, hot blonde, every, I repeat, EVERY girl wants him. Even I do.” You gave her a weird look.

“I don’t” you replied.

She sighed, “Amazing voice and he plays guitar too, and” she continued winking “He’s very good at it”

She obviously knew you had a thing for guys with guitars. You had to admit the bloke was hot. His blonde hair was perfect and the way he sat on the table top with his guitar, did something to you.

You were shoved in the shoulder by your best friend until you realized that you were staring at him. As soon as you were going to turn away he looked at you and gave you a wink with a sweet smile which confirmed he wasn’t a player. You smiled back and made nothing much out of it.

Minutes later you were leaning to a door frame to a bedroom which was surprisingly empty, a beer cup in your hand, and boredom clear on your face. This is not what you had imagined at all, college parties are fun only if you have someone to hook up with after all, you thought. It was not until then, when a tall boy of 5 10” came next to you.

“Hey, How you doin’?” he asked

“Hey! I’m bo-“, you stopped for a split second, trying to recall who he was, “You… umm… N-“

“Niall. Niall Horan” he replied smiling.

“Yes, Niall Horan” you smiled back “I’ll remember that name now”

“And you are?” he asked chuckling.

“Dorothy” you replied.

“Well, nice meeting you beautiful” he said winking again. God damn that wink.

“Haha, thanks”

“So having fun are we?” you sort of frowned, “Ah, let me guess. No?” he asked nodding like talking to a kid, you nodded playing along and chuckling as he did the same realizing you know what he’s doing. “Thought so. So what shall we do, Milady”

“Shall we dance, sire?”

“After you, miss” He said and you both started laughing. Not only was he hot and cute, but unlike other popular boys of this university, he was nice and funny as well. You liked him.

On the floor you forgot it all, you both took drinks, laughed, talked a lot, shared interests and came to know how much you both had in common. After an hour or so the hard-punk-electro music was gone, and there was silence and darkness for a couple seconds. You both looked around to find each other, and Niall realized how desperate he got with you not being with him right now. But as soon as the lights turned on you both sighed and laughed in relief. But with the lights there was something else as well.

WOW. G R E A T. You thought to yourself as soft music started playing. Couple dances. This had never happened at a teen party before, at least not at the one’s you had been to.

“Ah, this. Is known as the couple Dance”

“mhmm” you replied knowing what he’s talking about.

“Couples’ dance just so there single friends like me and you can laugh later” He said chuckling.

“Me and you?” you replied, putting in all the bloody courage you had into those three words.

“Yes I mea- wait” he said looking at you immediately and there it was. That eye contact. “I didn’t want to be too forward” he said looking down. With that you grabbed his hand, and took him to the dance floor. It was amazing, he was amazing. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you the entire time. The couple dance is short anyway, so it was all momentarily and as soon as the track changed gradually to a more faster song, Niall realized how much he wanted that moment again, and that he might have started falling for you.

Drunk, dizzy and cold, you both were dancing, as his hands reached your lower back and pulled you closer. It sort of turned you on. You wrapped your arms around his neck and danced, as he still made eye contact with you. This is it he thought and with that he kissed you. Dammit you thought to yourself. His lips felt so good on yours. Fuck he thought to himself. Your lips.They were soft to him and fit perfectly between his pair and he just wanted to go on and on kissing you, that’s when he realized he can’t lose this, and tried to back away, but you sort of pushed yourself further and kissed him and his hands cupped your face and pulled you closer. Niall wanted so much of your kiss. He bit your lip as his lust became more dominant than his will to take it slow, as he had already fallen for you.

His hands reached your bum as he pulled you closer to him, wanting the gap between you both to end. Slowly you both had come to the door of the bedroom where you had met.  Pushing you in and shutting the door he pulled his jacket off as you did the same with your heels. His strong arms pulled you towards him as you ran your hand through his hair he groaned. His lips pressed tenderly on your heated skin as he left open mouthed kisses all over your jaw line and neck. He bit and nibbled at certain places as he unzipped your dress.

Your chest heaved as your breathing became more laboured. The temperature in the room had risen dramatically since you both came in. Both of your bodies were practically naked against the cold wall. His lips were kissing and biting your skin as he wrapped your legs around his waist. Shit. This was amazing. You wanted him so bad, his hands reached your entrance and started rubbing on the soft cloth that covered it. You moaned so loud, as he fingered you kissing your neck. The look in your eyes told him that you wanted this, and he knew he had to make you feel like the only girl in the world.  Niall took you in his arms and in seconds you were on the bed and he was on top of you. God! the first time in the night when you actually saw his perfectly toned chest.

The door was locked, everyone was drunk, You were naked on the bed, with Niall Horan, the guy everyone wanted. Who knew this is how it would turn out.

His hands slowly reached your clit and started rubbing on it.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous”, he whispered as you were pinned under him. His lips met yours hungrily and you couldn’t help but moan as he rubbed harder on your genitals.

When you bit your lip he inserted a finger into you, enjoying the feeling of you around his finger, he let out a groan

“Shit, Niall,” you moaned, so seductively that Niall couldn’t help but groan, pressing his bare chest to yours. Pushing in and out, he made you feel so good. Soon he made his thrusts faster, and when your moans became louder and more breathless, he used his thumb to rub your clit.

“Fuck” you cursed as you came closer to your climax.

“Feels good baby?” he asked as you lost it there and came all over him. Just like he wanted.

Kissing your lips and pulling you closer to himself he whispered something in you ear which you were too lost to hear.

I love you, you realized, seconds later, and pulled his head to face you as you now looked into his eyes.

“I’ve fallen for you Dorothy” he said breathless,

“I love you too Niall” you replied sealing the commitment with a kiss. You didn’t know whether any of you really meant it or not as you both were dead drunk and cold, but right now you both needed to hold onto something.

Turning him over you got on top and kissed his lips, chest, torso finally reaching between his legs you took his length in your hands and pumped it a few time after kissing the tip followed by sucking on it, you earned a groan and you knew he liked it. You took him inside your mouth and ran your tongue over and over again on the tip making him feel so good. He groaned your name and tugged on your hair, as you gave him the best blowjob he had ever had. When he came, you licked it all, leaving him so satisfied.

Holding you in his arms again he pinned you down and without another word, he went down kissing you between your breasts, on your navel and finally reaching your clit, Niall sucked hard on your clit and you bit your lip trying not to scream. Your hands pulled the sheets and you could hear yourself holding in moans. His lips halted their movements and he reached for your hand intertwining his fingers with yours

“Don’t hold back,” he whispered, his breath fanning over you. You let out a loud moan at his words, as Nialls lips went back to work. His tongue down deep inside, stroking your entrance. Your breathing was ragged and chest rose and fell rapidly with each moan that escaped your lips. You were so close it hurt. His fingers danced over your clit rubbing circles. You sucked in a breath releasing it along with a hard orgasm. Your hips bucked involuntarily and he sucked harshly drawing out every last drop of your release. His lips came back over yours and he kissed you hard his tongue tangling with yours.

Not giving you time to adjust, he gradually yet quickly inserted himself into you, Niall pushed in all the way and stopped moving for a second.

 “Shit you’re tight,” he moaned in his accent thick. He moved his hips slowly, and your hands found his blond locks. His lips found your neck and you could feel his moans vibrate through your body making your toes curl. You locked your legs around him your nails digging into his shoulders. He changed his angle a few times until he hit the spot inside you that had your body pulsing.

“Oh fuck Niall,” you moaned loudly your eyes clamped shut.

There. Gone. Silent. You couldn’t hear anything at all, the loud music outside, Niall’s loud groans, your own moans. Nothing but a beep, all you could see was white dots under your eyes. It was all so indescribable, you were still recovering from your orgasms before and right now, you were w e a k. SO WEAK. Niall knew he had done this to you, and that ego which is there in every man somewhere in a corner now started to show.

“Who’s making you feel so good huh?” he asked, desperately in need of an answer. But you were not in a state to reply at all.

“I didn’t hear you” he said again slowing down, wanting to hear it before he cums.

“You, oh, Niall” you replied weakly. Even though the fact that he made you so weak turned him on so bad, the fact that you didn’t scream his name got him mad.

“Scream my name Dorothy! Tell everyone in this party who’s making you feel so good. Tell everyone who gave each kiss, each touch, each bite and is giving you each thrust that makes you scream”  In seconds, your body was tightening a little more with each thrust, until you felt the waves of pleasure explode from your throbbing centre. You shook beneath Niall. Your insides gripping him relentlessly trying to milk his release from him.

“Ahh…NIALL!” you said as you reached your climax. He thrusted hard a few times before releasing into you with a loud moan. He slowed down pulling out of you landing on the bed next to you.

You didn’t need any word neither were any of you in the state to say any, but you both knew the thing you needed to hold onto, was not the I love you from either side, but each other, by heart.

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"Imagine Dean falling in love with Bobby’s shy neighbor" One-Shot
Author: crowleyismybunny 

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Warnings: Death of a family member, reactive grief and shock

Fic:

A/N: There’s two POV’s, Dean’s and the Reader’s. The Reader is referred to as a girl, but that can be changed. Enjoy!

Reader POV: 

The late afternoon sun filtered through the dusty air. Your twelve-year old self walked along the street kicking rocks. You hated that rusty, broken-down hicksville house. It wasn’t your fault your parents split up, so why’d you have to move too? You kept on shuffling down the dirty road, grumbling to yourself. A couple minutes later you look up to see an even older house surrounded by a bunch of cars that all looked really old. Cool. You run towards the ramshackle assortment of trucks, trailers, cars and parts. It looked abandoned enough.When you reached it, you dodged through the maze of old cars like any kid would. Then, you heard a door slam. Uh oh… not abandoned. Crap.

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Close As Strangers

Luke has been away on tour for a while and you were missing him dearly. You treasure the few texts you received throughout the day and always dropped whatever you were doing just to reply. The facetime calls were never long enough. You stayed up until ungodly hours just to see his face and hear his voice. You ached to be able to run your fingers through his hair and feel his cold lip ring against your lips as he kissed you.

Luke was currently in the UK. It was about 4(16:00) there. Luke had usually sent you several texts by now, but you hadn’t heard anything. He hadn’t even told you good night the night before. You began to worry and called him. His phone went straight to voicemail. Luke never had his phone off and always made sure to keep it charged so he could talk to you. The worry had caused you to begin to cry as you called Ashton. He answered and immediately could tell you were in tears.

“What’s wrong [Y/N]? I hear the sniffles.” He said in a compassionate voice. “Ash, I’m worried about Luke. He hasn’t talked to me all day. I didn’t even get a ‘good night’ text. Ashton he always tells me sweet dreams and good night and he’s just been talking to me less and less lately. Ashton, I don’t know what’s going on and–” “Woah, woah, woah! [Y/N], [Y/N] you gotta calm down!” Ashton interrupted trying to calm you down. “Luke is alright. He just uh–” he paused. “HE JUST WHAT ASHTON?” You shouted scared what he was going to say. “That idiot lost his phone.” Ashton said laughing. You sighed in relief. “Well can I talk to him?” You asked eagerly. “He went to Starbucks. I’ll have him call you when he gets back.” Ashton said but you doubted him. You could hear it in his voice, Ashton was lying but you went along with it. “Okay Ashton, thanks.” you said, a hint of disappointment in your voice. “Talk to you later. Bye.” Ashton said before hanging up.

You could tell there was something Luke was hiding from you and Ashton knew about it and wasn’t going to tell you. You could tell over the past few weeks Luke had been acting different. He hadn’t been saying as much. He used to be excited about upcoming plans and tell you multiple times because he forgot he had already told you about them. But he hadn’t done that in about a month and you really felt like you were drifting apart.

You threw your phone to the couch and ran your fingers through your hair in frustration. Then you heard the door knob moving but you weren’t expecting anyone over. You hid around the corner and grabbed a baseball bat from the hall closet, watching the front door. You saw a tall silhouette walk through the door in all black carrying a suitcase. He hadn’t turned around but you’d know him anywhere. You dropped the bat and ran up to him, jumping on his back and hugging him like he would just suddenly disappear. “LUUUUUKE!” You screamed at the top of your lungs. You tried not to scream in his ear but you were just so happy that you couldn’t contain your excitement. You climbed off his back allowing him to set his suitcase down and he spun around and kissed you. You threw your arms around his neck as he picked you up so you could reach his lips better as he is quite a bit taller. You wrapped your legs around his thin torso as he held you by your thighs, your lips moved perfectly in sync. You loved the way his lip ring felt against your lips, it sent chills down your spine as the warmth from his lips overtook you sending you into a sensation of ecstasy. You never wanted his lips to depart from yours.

He pulled your lips apart, his piercing blue eyes staring into yours as he sits on the couch with you in his lap. “I’m so glad to be back here with you.” He said, a smile taking over his face. “Luke you had me so worried!” You whined. “I’m sorry sweetie. I just wanted to surprise you.” He said hugging you. “I didn’t know what was going on. I thought you were mad at me or something. I even called Ashton because your phone was going straight to voicemail.” “Whoa, what did Ashton tell you?” He asked sounding mad. “He said you lost your phone then I asked if I could talk to you and he said you went to Starbucks. But I could tell he was lying which just worried me more. Then you walked in, and I’m just so happy to see you!” You said kissing him. “Baby, I’m sorry I worried you. I wanted it to be a surprise. We had a few days off and I wanted to see you so I told the guys if you called any of them to just make something up.” He apologized. “I just miss you so much. I treasure each second we get to talk.” You said. “I’m sorry baby, it kills me being away from you too. I treasure our facetime calls but it really kills me not being able to run my fingers through your beautiful hair. Or being able to kiss you and feel your soft lips against mine. Or just cuddle you. I just miss you so much princess.” He said doing each thing as he said it. “It’s not easy on me either Lukey. It’s so lonely in this big house when you’re gone. And I get scared a lot and there’s no one here to comfort me or keep me warm or talk to when I can’t sleep or–” Luke shut you up with a kiss.

This kiss different than before. This one was full of passion. He placed his hands on each side of your face, cupping your cheeks and kissing you hard. You had one arm draped around his shoulder as you ran your other hand through his soft blonde hair, messing up his perfect quiff. He deepened the kiss, picking you up again and walking through your shared house carrying you, never parting your lips. He carried you up the stairs, not even missing or tripping over a step, to the bedroom. He laid you on the bed climbing on top, your lips still never parting. Luke began to get a bit rough in the kiss, speeding up the kiss and moving his tongue into your mouth. You let out a quiet groan. “Luke!” He pulled away quickly and sat up looking into your eyes as he ran a hand through his now messy hair. “Oh god. I’m sorry babe. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. I got a bit carried away.” He said. Even in the darkness of your room you could still see the pink in his cheeks as he had started to blush. You giggled at his cute and nervous apology. “No Luke. I gotta go do something.” You said as he let you up and you walked out of the room.

You knew Luke was eager to sleep together. He was probably aching for it after being together for a year but you were always too nervous. But you finally felt you were ready and no matter how cute you know Luke would find it you were not going to be wearing your penguin bra for your first time. You grabbed a matching set of lace bra and panties off the dryer before going to the bathroom to quickly switch the lingerie and getting dressed again even though your clothes would just be thrown on the floor again in a few minutes. You walked back into the bedroom. “Is everything okay sweetie?” Luke asked as you walked back in. “Oh yeah. I uh just had to move the laundry to the dryer.” You said just making something up and crawling in the bed next to him kissing him. He groaned. “Babe!” You ignored him, climbing on top of him and kissing him hard as you occasionally grinded your hips against his. He pulled his lips away. “You’re making me hard babe!” He whined. “Aww Luke. Don’t whine, just go with it.” You smirked hoping that he would take the hint. You kissed along his jaw line and then down his neck leaving a few love bites behind as he let out a deep moan. “Babe what has gotten into–” he stopped in the middle of his sentence and gave you a look. “Are-are you ready?” He asked shocked as you nodded your head and went back to kissing his neck. He began to unbutton your flannel revealing your black lace bra. He let out a deep moan as you pulled your lips away from his neck to pull his shirt off. You then kissed his collarbone and down his torso stopping right above the top of his pants. You quickly unbuckled his belt to remove his pants and threw his pants and boxers to the floor, softly pressing you lips to his tip and began to kiss back up his body to his lips as he let out deep, quiet moans. You pressed your lips to his again. He kissed back but you could tell he was eager. You ran your hand slowly up and down his boner just barely touching it and causing him to whimper. “Baby please don’t tease me!” He whined. You took half of his erection in your mouth as he groaned in surprise. You bobbed your head up and down taking in a little bit more of him each time and pumping what wasn’t already in your mouth. He tangled his fingers in your hair pulling you further down onto him as you gagged taking in his full length. He moaned your name loud throwing his head back. As you bobbed your head up and down, you drug your teeth against the bottom of his erection driving him even more crazy. “B-baby! I’m g-gonna cum!” He shouted out and you nodded giving him the signal to do it. You drug your teeth against him a little harder until you felt the hot substance shoot down your throat. Luke loosened his grip on your hair as you slowly pulled your mouth off of him.

You crawled back up to him as he climbed on top of you. He began kissing your neck just as you had done to him but rougher. Luke was definitely out to get revenge. He left a trail of dark love bites down your neck and chest pausing to remove your sweatpants. He smirked, looking down at you. “Mmm daddy likes this view.” He groaned before removing your bra and leaving love bites all over your boobs. You moaned in pleasure as he kissed down your body stopping at the hem of your panties. You whimpered as he came back up to your lips. “Luke, don’t stop!” You shouted out. “Doing what I’m doing?” He chuckled before kissing you again, rubbing his finger on your panties. “God princess! You’re so fucking wet.” He whispered against your lips and slipped your panties off. He began to draw circles on your clit with his index finger while sucking your neck. He slid in two fingers moving them in and out quickly as you quietly moaned. He curled them at different angles causing them to constantly hit your g-spot sending you into a sensation of pleasure. He could tell you wouldn’t last long and climbed on top of you, quickly slipping on a condom, and slowly sliding into you. You moaned loud. “I want you to tell me if I hurt you, okay princess?” He said giving you a moment to adjust to his length before slowly thrusting. “Faster Luke!” You moaned out and he began to thrust a little faster causing you to moan louder. He grunted in your ear as you dug your nails into his back scratching him. He got a little rougher with each thrust. The bed began to bang against the wall as Luke repeatedly smashed into you. You had began to scream in pleasure. “OH LUCAS!” You shouted out. All you could seem to do was scream out his name. Calling him Luke, Lucas, Lucifer. Even Robert, his middle name. Your moans got higher and higher. “I’m close too babe.” He said thrusting a few more times before you both released. You both rode out your highs before he pulled out, taking the condom off and throwing it into the trash and then pulling you close into his arms as you both tried to catch your breath again. When you finally caught your breath again you kissed him softly on the lips and whispered, “Welcome home, daddy.”

"Perfect" — Ashton blurb

You scamper down the staircase, hair falling wildly around your face. You glance down, taking in the loose way Ashton’s baseball tee clung to your chest. You took a breath, peering around the corner. There he was. Ashton Irwin. He was sitting in the living room. His living room. A cup of coffee steaming in front of him as he plucks a few chords on a guitar. His chest is bare and his wavy blonde hair is falling messily across his forehead. You peek further around the doorway, adjusting the baggy t-shirt on your shoulders. Letting it hang off one shoulder so you could tug it lower over your bare thighs. Another breath in and you step into the quiet room. Your cheeks feel flush and your heart is racing. What was he going to say? Would he pretend nothing happened? Would he blow you off?
Another breath in.
Ashton’s head popped up. A smile appearing instantly on his scruffy face.
“Hi,” you said breathily. Embarrassment was washing in on you. You gave him a soft smile, trying to hide the thoughts you knew he could read on your face. You’d spent all of last night making a complete ass of yourself, in front of Ashton. On Ashton’s lap…
In the back seat of a cab. And most definitely— at some point during your drunken night— you continued to throw yourself at him while in his bedroom, too. You couldn’t remember all the details through the hangover haze currently clouding your brain.
But you’ve had a crush on Ashton for as long as you could remember. But with the age difference between you, and your less than average body you never thought you’d ever have a chance with him. After all, he could have any girl he wanted, so why would he pick you?…
“G'morning,” he chirps happily, interrupting your self deprecating thoughts. His intoxicating golden gaze trailed lazily over your body. “Coffee?” He asks, still smiling and immediately rising from the sofa. Disappearing into the kitchen you follow after him.
“I uh, I can’t stay,” you say lamely, watching him move around the room. Watching the muscles in his back flex when he reached for a glass in one of the cupboards. “I umm, I just wanted to thank you,” you continued, “for, ah, for last night. You know, for taking care of me. For letting me crash here, in your bed, with you…” Your cheeks felt like they were on fire. You cleared your throat. “And for loaning me your shirt…” You finished meekly. You were tugging on the long sleeves, yanking them down over your fingers. Your eyes were focused on the soft stretchy fabric that still smelled so heavily of Ashton.
Ashton let out a warm laugh.
“Don’t worry about it, Y/N,” he replied kindly, turning to flash you another white smile. Studying you once again. Eyeing you thoughtfully, trying to ink this visual into his memory— you, wearing his t-shirt, your hair messy from his hands. “Was my pleasure,” he said smoothly, smirking as he filled a second mug with piping hot coffee. His accent made you shiver, remembering the way it sounded when he rasped your name in your ear while his body rutted against yours. He crossed the kitchen in seconds, placing the warm ceramic mug in your hands, drawing you from your daydreams. His eyes were twinkling. Overflowing with delight and amusement. You felt dizzy. Having him so close again was bringing back more waves of last night’s events. Of hands on skin, and lips on lips. Of shallow breathing and whispered moans of pleasure. Of moonlit shadows spilling over your naked bodies, your limbs getting tangled beneath his sheets.
Another deep breath and you took a sip of hot— delicious— coffee.
“Y/N,” Ashton said, still standing so close. His half naked body just an arms length away. “Last night was…” He paused. You swallowed, bracing yourself for whatever he might say. He pushed a hand lazily through his hair. “Perfect,” he finished, “last night was perfect.” He took the mug from your hands. Placing it with his on the stone countertop. He was smiling again, moving in closer. And then he was lifting, hoisting you onto the counter in from of him. His large palms slipped around your waist, cradling your back. He brought his forehead closer, and closer— His eyes still focused on you. And even closer, until you could feel his breath fanning across your cheek. His voice was quiet, but confident when he whispered in your ear.
“Perfect…” He said again, “You, are perfect.”