because they paused and took too long

(Zimbits, AU, 3.7K, click “read more” for the whole fic.)

Thanks. You can put it on the counter in the kitchen.”

That had been Jack’s first mistake.

It wasn’t so much the words he said, but rather the fact that he’d said them in French.

However, to Jack’s credit, he had been in the middle of revising a chapter when he’d heard the knock on his door, and the fact that he hadn’t had any caffeine yet due to the broken coffee maker had thrown off his entire morning.

He had been expecting Georgia, the lady he rented the cabin from, to be standing on his door step. However, instead of the landlord, he got a blond guy with wide, brown eyes staring back at him.

There was a sort of gurgle of surprise and a nervous giggle from the other guy for a moment before he blurted, “Hi, I’m your new housekeeper!”

Jack raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything in his confusion. Francine, Georgia’s wife, usually stopped by once every couple of days to tidy up the place, but neither of the two ladies had mentioned anything about a new hire.

Jack must have been lost in thought for a moment too long because the other guy took this as a sign that Jack didn’t speak English. “Uh, you know, cleaning?” He mimed a sweeping action and then pointed at Jack. “Ummm, je… travaille pour Georgia?” he said in a truly horrendous accent.

Jack gave an impatient nod of his head.

Je m’appelle Eric or you can call me Bitty. Actually, je m’appelle Bitty,” he said proudly with his hand out.

There was something about the other guy’s candidness that made Jack pause, or maybe he had been trapped in a cabin for too long, but he reached out and took the handshake.

It’s nice to meet you,” Jack replied in French.

And that had been his second mistake.

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13 reasons why (Tape 1)

Characters: Dean, sister!reader, Mary, Sam, John

Warnings: mention of death, angst, swearing

Word count: 4139

Summary: Dean listens to the first tape that you left after you died. He learns about the rules he has to follow with them, and who the first cause of your decision was.

A/N: italics are flashbacks to the events before your death

Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Dean woke up around 5am on Monday morning. It had been three months since you, his 18 year old sister, had decided to take your own life. Him and Sam never got a note, you were just gone and that was all they knew. They were too late to save you and that bothered him. Every morning since that day he woke up at 5am. He realised there was no going back to sleep so he climbed out of bed and headed to the door. When he opened the door he was surprised to be greeted with a small box in front of his feet. Dean looked left and right and noticed Sam wasn’t around to have just placed the box there. He sighed, picked it up, shut his door and walked back to his bed.

As he opened up the box he was confused as he noticed that all was inside were tapes. Why would someone give him a box of tapes? Dean rummaged through the box on his shelf and found his old tape player that John had given him when he was a kid and wanted to listen to AC/DC. He put the first mysterious tape inside the player and pressed play.

“Hello,” the familiar voice that he hadn’t heard for three months spoke which almost hurt his ears to know that he could hear in tape form. He must have been mistaken… It couldn’t be!

“My name is Y/N Winchester,” your tape continued. “I am making these tapes because I want to tell you why I ended my life. And if you’re listening to this…” The tape paused for a moment and Dean waited in suspense. “You’re one of the reasons why.”

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Chibi TH Boys with their favorite treats

Yea, I know I reposted this a million times XD Because why not? 

Anyhow I won’t repost the whole context of the drawing because somehow I messed up the BG ? and I do not like it XD So yea, I post this instead of with me and Niel.

TH AU belong to me

Palette belong to @angexci

Goth belong to @nekophy

Scary belong to @finfileors

PJ belong to @7goodangel


Summary: Shawn and yourself are best friends at University. 

Word Count: 6,052

A/U: So I do already have another 3K words written so chill. Still no idea what I’m doing here. 

Your name: submit What is this?

“Fuck,” Shawn muttered on my bare shoulder. “Why can’t I fucking get that right!”

Still breathless I was unfazed by what Shawn was referring to.

“What?” I said through my spacey mind.

That. I can’t keep myself together long enough.” His voice told me he was upset with himself.

Turning my head I found a head full of messy brown curls. He was upset because he came before me again, it was the fifth time now.

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Essays in Existentialism: Stud VI

FIRST OF ALL: you are amazing <3 , 2nd, have you thought of continue the Stud Lexa story? I LOVE IT so much :)

Previously on Stud

Another plane and another airport. Lexa loves and hates traveling. She hates that it becomes natural to her, that it is a rhythm that she knows by heart and can follow the steps without offering any extra thought at all. She loves the escape. Terminals become offices and flights become escapes for just a few hours as she is inundated with work, pure work, which means she is far away from herself and her thoughts.

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This time of year is always hard for me. Not only is it my birthday, but the anniversary of my father’s death. A couple of years ago I wrote a story about it, and so for my own selfish reasons, I’m reposting it. It helps, believe it or not. 


~February 22, 2010~

Sherlock was just about to knock on Molly’s office door to ask for her assistance in the path lab when he heard a strange sound coming from the room. He really didn’t need her help, but Dr. Stamford had made himself quite clear that while Sherlock was allowed access to the facilities, it wasn’t without restriction and he would have to be supervised. He had only been out of rehab for eight months and had finally gotten the attention of Scotland Yard for his assistance with a murder investigation that would have frankly gone cold, had it not been for him. His new relationship with Barts and the powers that be was all too tenuous to muck up, just yet. He had no choice but to grin and bear it, as it were.

He didn’t know Dr. Molly Hooper very well, she seemed competent enough, certainly more intelligent than most of the half-witted idiots that surrounded him. It also didn’t hurt that she made a damn fine cup of coffee and followed his instructions to the letter, that is when she wasn’t stuttering and blushing like a teenager. But now, she was behind a closed door… crying. How was he to handle this?

He wasn’t fond of crying. He knew very little about the pathologist, but he was certain if he marched into her office while she was in the middle of a crying jag she’d be even more of a blushing, stammering mess than usual. In the end he decided that his experiment could wait until tomorrow. He turned on his heels and left.

~February 22, 2011~

Sherlock sat at his preferred microscope looking at abnormal plant cells when Molly came in looking worse than normal. They hadn’t spoken very much since the Christmas incident, but when they had it seemed that things were back to normal. Surely she didn’t think he was going to melt at the sight of her in that awful dress and overly done hair and make-up? He was slightly confused by his guilt, however. Why did he still have an odd feeling in his stomach every time he looked at her? He couldn’t figure it out, and he hated not being able to figure something out.

She came in carrying a stack of files, paying no attention to him whatsoever, then tossed them on the counter. She then picked up something from the corner of the room, retrieved the files and scurried out of the room, without so much as a glance in his direction. Clearly she was still upset. He didn’t want to have to do it, but if her emotional state was going to affect their working relationship, he’d just have to address the situation once again. He finished what he was working on then went to find her. He deduced that she’d be in her office.

That was where he found her an hour later. He heard her sniffle as he approached the door. He rolled his eyes once before knocking, reminding himself not to do that in her presence – living with John Watson did have its advantages – John was constantly reminding him that the general public didn’t like his patronizing eye rolls.

“Come in,” he heard Molly croak out. She clearly had been crying for some time, as her voice sounded hoarse and strained.

He walked in and immediately felt the guilt once again. This is getting very old, he thought. “Molly, I thought perhaps we should talk,” he said with a sigh.

She wiped her eyes as she stood up, then she removed her lab coat and cleared her throat. “Oh, ah, Sherlock- um did you need me for something? I was just getting ready to leave.”

“Yes, you’re clearly upset and…” He paused and looked at her desk. She had her bag sitting atop a blanket. Perhaps this has nothing to do with me, he thought. “Well, if you’re leaving then I’ll just speak with you some other time.”

“Are you sure? Is it very important?”

Not about me at all, then. “No, no. It can wait.”

“If you’re sure.” She put on her coat and picked up her things.

Sherlock was at a bit of a loss. He was certain that she was still emotionally distraught over the Christmas party. He had no idea what she was actually upset about and for some reason, he wanted to find out.

“Well, I’ll see you… later, then,” he said, then he turned and left her office. He didn’t go far though, just hid out of Molly’s sight and waited for her to leave. There was a mystery a foot and he decided he would solve it. He had no case and his experiment was finished, not to mention his curiosity had been piqued. And there was still that lingering feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach, even though her current mood had nothing to do with him or his Christmas cruelty- no honesty... he hadn’t been cruel, had he? Uncalled for perhaps, yes, that would do.

He followed her to the Tube, staying a safe distance away, then sat down several seats behind her. She kept her head down, not noticing anything around her whatsoever. It was shockingly easy to follow the pathologist. He was disturbed by the amount of attention she paid to her surroundings, which was next to none. He considered trying to ‘gift’ her self-defense lessons, but decided that perhaps he should just ask Mycroft to assign her a security detail instead.

Soon enough she stood up and he once again followed as she walked through the crowds. He thought he would have to intervene at one point when she very nearly stepped in front of a lorry, but she looked up just in time to jump back to the curb. She finally (carefully) crossed the street and entered a cemetery.

Within five minutes Molly had found what she was looking for. Sherlock tucked himself behind a nearby tree, close enough to see her and hear her, but obscured from her sight (not difficult considering her poor observation skills). She spread the blanket on the ground at the end of the grave and sat down. It was a cold day but not wet, thankfully.

Sherlock waited and listened. She didn’t speak for several minutes, she was crying softly. Then finally…

“Hi Daddy. Sorry it’s been so long, work’s been… well work.” She sniffled. “I should have visited sooner but… oh and sorry about my little breakdown at Christmas. That was uncalled for. This year was, as you know, a tough one. I won’t go through that again, you don’t need to hear about all that rubbish with Sherlock over and over. He’s, of course, acting like nothing happened. Don’t know what I expected.” She fished a tissue out of her pocket.

“Sometimes, like today, I feel so lonely, Daddy. It would be nice to have someone just to…” She didn’t finish the sentence, instead she cleaned her nose and took a deep breath. “I used to love my birthday. But now… No one knows, I don’t want them to know, but…” She paused and blew her nose again. “I told Mike when I started not to mention it and he’s been good about it. He’s a good man Daddy, a good boss.” She started crying harder.

“I called Mum. She’s… well she’s worse. She wasn’t very kind. Didn’t want to see me, so…”

There was a long pause filled with soft whimpers and sniffles. Sherlock knew he was witnessing something completely personal and private, he knew he had no business being there, but his feet were rooted to the spot. The guilty feeling in his stomach had been replaced with something so distractingly foreign, he couldn’t begin to name it. He couldn’t, however, take his eyes off of the petite woman in front of him.

It was her birthday, of course. He didn’t care for his birthday, none whatsoever, but some people, he was aware, did. She was sad and lonely and seeking comfort from her father’s grave. For a split second, he wished he were the kind of person that could go to her and wrap his arms around her. He wished he had words of comfort and kindness to end her sadness. He wished he knew how to make Molly Hooper happy, if for only a moment. But he wasn’t that kind of person and he had no idea how to heal her hurt, so he watched as she finished visiting with her father, then picked herself up. She folded the blanket, put her bag on her shoulder then walked to the grave marker and pressed a kiss to her fingertips then to the stone. As she walked away, Sherlock walked out from behind the tree and closer to the headstone.


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Chirrut loses his sight when he is sixteen to a disease that chases its own tail across the expanse of the city until it burns out, but it does not go quickly. The healers tell him–only when he asks, only when he sits there mouth turned into a scowl and demands because he is not a child even if they are treating him like one, he will not break, he is an initiate of the temple of the Whills, he is strong enough for anything–the death toll, the slow and steady rise, which areas were hit the hardest. They tell him about the things the fever stole from people, other senses, the ability to walk, long term memories. Chirrut learns everything about it based on how it has ravaged NiJedha. He keeps it tucked inside so that he can remember it, recite it to himself when he begins to feel upset about the loss of his sight.

It is one thing. It is just one thing. And he can manage without it, he knows, but he still misses it. There are very many things in the universe that he would like to see again. There are very many things in the universe that he has never seen and never will now.

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In this conspiracy style video, I will explain to you why Ralvez is undeniably canon. Put on your seatbelts my fellow shippers, because it’s a wild ride.


*turn your fucking sound on, otherwise it’s garbage (more than it is already)

*also yes I am aware some go too fast to Reid but I needed it to fit close to the song length so pause if you need*

*and yes, the star fade was a nod to Matthew’s star fade in the episode*

(I might make a follow up like Bi-Prentiss if people actually enjoy these lmfao)

Broken from Start to Finish

Originally posted by jennchoblake

Prompt List request-
Pairing: Stiles x Reader (with a not so happy ending)
Request #s:
21. “You’ve broken everything.”
23. “I can’t. Not again.”

”Hey,” Stiles had just appeared on your doorstep, offering you a half smile that screamed mischief and a half-baked explanation. “I just…wanted to see you.” He walked into your living room, throwing himself on your couch. He’d been over plenty of times since you we became friends, and once you became more than friends he treated it like his second home when the Sheriff was on night duty.

Seeing him made you feel warm, but also carried a sting. You loved him but you knew he was just there to get something. To get attention, care, conversation. Support. And you wanted that too. You always wanted to open your door and see him. And yet, something else inside you had opened. 
”Stiles.” God, even saying his name hurt. It carried so much hope and so many empty promises.
”Y/N, you ok?” Of course he could see right through you. He knew something was happening in your head. “Come here.”
Maybe, you thought, if we just clarify things it will all be put right. So you took a deep breath and gave it a try. “Stiles what’s up with you and Lydia?” 
He looked at you, his expression a mix of confusion and guilt. 
”We are um, well I’m not sure. But we are something.”
”So it’s her then.”
”You want to be with her.”
”…yeah. I mean it’s been that way for a while.”
HIs words hit you hard, you could barely breath. “For how long? How long is a while?”
Stiles stood up from the couch, sensing something bigger was happening. “A year or so.”
You stumbled back as if he had hit you. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”
”What’s wrong?” You felt yourself go blind with shock for a moment. How the hell could he ask that? “You said when you were looking…when you were ready…you said you wanted to be with me.”
”I’m sorry Y/N, I meant that at the time, but I-things change.” he explained, stepping forward, but you put your hand out to stop him. You couldn’t let him touch you, wrap his arms around you to make you forget this. Not this time.
”At the time. That was a year ago. You told me that while loving her.”
”Ok, now you’re making something out of nothing. Don’t make this something it’s not, ok.” His voiced tensed, getting defensive.
”Then what is it?” you asked definitely, waiting for him to prove his case, prove that he hadn’t just used you while waiting for her.
”It’s-we’re something! We’ve always been something!” he stuttered trying to grab hold of you and the situation as it all spiraled out of his control.

“Well to me it was everything!” you shouted. You voice, by sheer force and volume made Stiles go still, his eyes wide and hands trembling. But you couldn’t stop yourself, you just kept going, pouring it all out. “And you’ve broken everything! You broke my heart by holding onto me, but never choosing me. You broke my trust when you lied to my face, giving me hope that we were important. And you broke me.” you threw your hands to your chest, trying to show him just where this brokenness was. “ME Stiles. I used to have this light, this force inside of me but you’ve treated me like shit and now I can’t find it. Now all I do is hurt.”

Stiles opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t, his words caught in his throat. Seeing you there, your hands still grasping your chest and you face wet from crying tears you accidentally shed in between your angry words. Any attempts to justify, to explain, it all faded away. He may not have realized what he was doing but now, now it was standing in front of him in the form of you. Beautiful but so broken.
”I’m-I’m sorry. I never-I don’t know what to say.”
”You don’t even know why you’re apologizing,” you whispered. Forcing his hand as he struggled to process what had just happened.
So you began to explain, “you came to me, probably genuinely at first. Making promises of being with me, playing on my feelings so that they twisted and grew out of friendship into something more desperate,” you’re words were an accusation but your tone steady as you let it all out. All the words that never left but seemed impossible to find until your heart was broken. “But now, now I’m a placeholder. I’m a crutch. The girl who tells you you’re feelings are important. Who makes you feel loved when the rest of the world struggles to understand you. Who always opens the door to you when you need her to. I can’t be that girl Stiles.”
With a deep breath you let you’re strength fall, and exposed just how exhausted you were. “I can’t. Not again.”

Looking up at you, Stiles eyes filled with tears. Tears for what had happened and for what was going to happened because he couldn’t make it right. He took a long pause. “We’re too broken.”
He said this as both a confirmation and a confession. And in that moment you both felt it-the truth. In one moment you realized, accepted and felt the weight. God, it was so heavy. 
It was everything you needed to acknowledge, and nothing that you wanted to bear.

MM Imagine: Confession Rehearsal

Imagine confessing to Zen only to become embarrassed and take it back, saying that you were just practicing on confessing to the person you liked.

Zen could have sworn that his heart stopped when he heard those three special words he had always wanted to hear from you. He was stunned silent, the overwhelming joy in his chest preventing him from speaking right away and reciprocating your confession. Unfortunately, he took too long to respond, and you thought his silence was because he was trying to figure out how to kindly reject you, so you decided to play it off.

“Just kidding!” You lie through your teeth with a smile.

“What?” Zen’s heart sank, and his expression fell.

“I was just practicing for when I finally do confess to the person I like. What do you think? It was believable, right?” You tried to laugh off the fear of almost having been rejected.

“…Yeah,” Zen answered after a moment’s pause and bowed his head, clutching onto his shirt as his chest tightened with his heart shattering to pieces. With great difficulty, he managed to look back up at you with glossy eyes and a forced, wavering smile. “Yeah, it was believable. You’d make a good actor.”

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NEW Justin Bieber Fic // Starting a War

Evelina Laurel King

Justin’s house was silent as I sat in his elaborate office that he didn’t spend much time in himself. While he spent more time at the studio I was stuck studying for my final college exam. I graduated from college in a week but was not at all prepared even with the play writing book laid out in front of me.

I suddenly heard the faint sound of the front door closing most likely indicating that Justin was home. Although, I did not live here it almost felt like it and as I looked around Justin’s office it certainly looked like it.

The door to the office opened revealing a smiling but exhausted looking Justin Bieber, “Hey babe, did you get my text?”

“Yeah, and I told you that is the night before graduation. I have to talk to my advisor. How was the studio?”

Ignoring my question, he walked to the mini fridge in the corner and pulled out a beer. He effortlessly popped the cap off and sat in the chair beside me, “I just got off tour and this is the last official concert for awhile and it’s here in LA, I planned it this way so that you could go. Please.”

“I’m going to try.” Looking up into his still exhausted face, I felt my face sink. Closing my text book, I leaned over and planted and soft kiss to his lips, “You didn’t answer me, how was the studio?”

Before I could sit back in my chair I was pulled into his lap, his arms wrapping around my waist and head laying in the crook of my neck.

“You smell so good. It was good, I had Maejor there.”

I rolled my eyes in response, knowing that he couldn’t see my face.

“I know you rolled your eyes. I can feel it, Lina.” Looking up at me, he sighed, “I don’t get it, why don’t you like them?”

“It’s not that I don’t like them, they don’t like me. And honestly Justin don’t give me that look like I’m being petty. We’ve been dating for two fucking years and they still treat me like shit for no reason.” He flinched with each cuss word I said, knowing that before those two years started I rarely cussed. He pulled me closer and tightened his arms around me.

“I don’t want to fight about this again. It’s all bullshit and I’m tired. I wanted to come home, talk to you about the concert, eat, and then lay down with you until you have to go home.”

“You know I have to, I pay rent there.” He nuzzled my neck again and kissed it, releasing some of my stress, “I’m sorry. I already told the cook what to make for dinner so that’s covered, I’m going to finish studying and you should take a shower.”

He silently agreed, allowing me to climb off of his lap and sit back in my seat. Before leaving he looked down at me with a frown, “Come with me, please?”

I shook my head and pointed to the door for him to leave. As he did so, I looked down at the work in front of me that in one week would all seem a little pointless. I sighed, getting back to work and trying to focus on finishing.


When I finally finished, I made my way down the stairs being hit with the smell of grilled salmon and Justin sitting at the counter shirtless. His hair dripped down his neck and he looked down at his phone, not yet noticing me.

I took this opportunity to sneak behind him and wrapped my arms around him. He smelt heavily of his new Armani body wash. That scent mixed with the smell from the salmon did not make a good aroma, so when my face scrunched in disgust Justin turned his head.

“What do you not like this scent? I just won’t use it anymore.”

I laughed, “No, I love it just not mixed with salmon. Why haven’t you started eating?” I looked down at the full plate in front of him, next to my plate.

“I was waiting for you, because I need to tell you something and I think it would be better to hear as you eat your favorite meal.” He smiled and I sat beside him, narrowing my eyes.


I brought the salmon to my mouth and almost moaned at the taste, “I just talked to Hailey, and yeah I know you’re not her fan, but I told her how you graduate next week. She’s really pumped for you and wanted to have a party for you. Tomorrow. With everyone. And I told her you would?”

He trailed off and gave me time to process all the information. Justin’s friends didn’t like me, yes, but they did try for his sake. The thought of spending an entire night at a party with just his friends though made me a little uneasy.

“Okay, but-”

He groaned and interrupted me, “But what?”

I jerked my head away from my next bite of food and narrowed my eyes at Justin, “I hate when you do that. I was going to say I want Nessa, Dorian, and Maya there.”

He finally put his phone down and began to eat, “You know that won’t end we-”

“It’s my party or at least that’s what you said.” It was my turn to interrupt.

“Mature.” Had there not been a smile on his face as he said this it probably would have started another argument. He continued, “BUT you’re right. Now stop fighting with me.”

“Sorry. Water?” As I stood and headed for the fridge Justin grabbed me and held me in front of him. He pulled me between his legs and began to kiss between my collar bone, “You’re coming on the next tour with me.”

I closed my eyes and let out a hum as he moved up to my neck, “I can now that I’m going to graduate. I was eating by the way.”

“Shhh, you’ll ruin the moment.” He put his mouth next to my ear and whispered, “Come up stairs with me?”

I smirked and let out a small laugh, grabbing his hand we slowly made our way up the stairs but not before a voice can through the stairwell, “Where you two going? Ay man, I got something to show you, come to the living room.”

I dropped Justin’s hand and watched as Za waited for him. Looking at me, Justin mouthed sorry which received an eye roll. I knew as well as the two of them that I was going to be the one that was put on hold.

“Damn Ev, Chill. You had him all day.”

“Actually I didn’t, not that you care. But hello to you too, Xavier. I’m just gonna go home Jay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You’re not going to finish dinner?” He eyes me apologeticly.

“I’m good.” I turned away from the two of them, making my way to Justin’s office to get my bags.

“You play too much, Ev.” That was Za.

Before I got the last of my things to leave I heard Justin let out, “Za, shut the fuck up okay? What did you have to show me?”

Minutes later I made my way back down the stairs to the entryway, silently peaking into the living to see Justin hold up a finger, “Hey Za, can you hold up for a second?”

I assumed he nodded because Justin made his way to me, pulling me into a hug and kissing my temple, “I’m sorry for how the day turned out. I love you, okay?”

“Love you too, I just wish you didn’t let him and the other idiots treat me like that.”

His head came to look down at me and his eyebrows came together, “Let them? I don’t -,” He took a long pause, weighing whether he wanted to take this there or not, “I’ll text you in the morning about the party.”

And deciding against it.

I nodded and brought his face to mine to give him a long kiss on the lips. No matter how much anger that I had built up while I was getting my stuff together I knew it wasn’t worth it to let Za get to me. I also knew how unfair it was to take it out on Justin.

We pulled away and I opened the front door and Justin whispered, “Goodbye, I love you.”

I nodded and as I made my way to my Audi TTS which was hands down the cheapest car on this property, which spoke volumes, I turned and waved one last goodbye to him before heading home.


A new story! Just wanted to test this one out and I really hope you like it. Let me know ♥ Also pictures are on my wattpad



Could you maybe write a very dirty imagine where Roman is an incredible flirt and tease and once he gets you in bed and y'all are loud and in the moment Seth and Dean walk in ‘unaware’ and tease you so you and Roman get even louder and nastier - ANONYMOUS


I don’t how know it’d happened. One minute I was the new girl, trying to find my own two feet in the business. I made friends on the roster, some of them becoming so close so instantly it was like we’d known each other for long. And then there was Roman, whom I had a major crush on, myself and about 85% of the other women on the roster. Even the ones in relationships spoke highly of him and how good looking he was. Those that didn’t ‘see it’, were just in denial; I was so sure of it.

I remember the first time I met him, it was in passing as we crossed paths backstage. I was starstruck, and he eyed me up and down, checking me out surreptitiously and greeting me with a smile.

“How you doin’?” he said casually, and carried on walking, not even waiting for my response. It kept me curious…

I fell for him instantly. We started talking a lot more the more we saw each other; talking turned into blatant flirting.

He’d walk past me in the gym and say things like, “Nice shorts,” or “your hair looks cute today,” or just blatantly (when we went out on nights together with the others) “you look really sexy tonight.” But the blatant flirting never went any further than that, much to my dismay.

I became a target for my friends and his; they knew how I felt, it’d been a secret but somehow it leaked and everyone suddenly knew and liked to tease me about it. Apparently the feeling was mutual but at the same time I’d heard he was fooling around with Alicia, so I backed away. And she confirmed it one night when we went out for dinner and she wouldn’t stop talking about him and the size of his empire. I felt sick with jealousy, I resented her because she knew how I felt but at the same time she wasn’t my close friend or anything so really, she didn’t owe me anything.

“Aye, Y/L/N,” Roman called out to me one afternoon and approached me. “You coming over tonight?”

“Where?” I frowned.

“My place,” he said as if it was obvious. I gave him a hard look, he kissed his teeth and started laughing, placing his hand gently on my shoulder. “Not like that, I mean everyone’s coming, we gon order some food, drinks, chill, get wild, whatever rocks your boat,”

Then I remembered he’d mentioned this in a group chat a few days ago and everyone in the chat had been enthusiastic about going. I never replied to confirm.

“Oh,” I played it cool looking down at the floor. “I don’t know,”

“Why? All your girls are coming, don’t be left out,”

“Peer pressure,” I joked then finally looked up at him into those grey eyes.

He stole my breath away no matter how many times I looked at him, sometimes I really forgot how good looking he was. And just by that, I felt the pressure to say yes so I could see more of him. But then a part of me thought why waste my time? He wasn’t interested.

“I can’t, I have a few things to do tonight,”

He pouted, his enthusiasm deflating, “Why tonight? Can’t you do it tomorrow?”

I shook my head no apologetically. He sighed and pushed the strands of stray hairs back with a puff.

“That’s a shame, I wish you were coming,”

Me too to be honest, but I wasn’t going to bring myself to watch him and Alicia flirting or getting cosy. Luckily, somehow I’d managed to not see it since the rumours.

“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you,”

“You better, you sure there’s no way to convince you to come?” he lowered his voice and stepped closer, closing the gap between us.

I suddenly felt short of breath and disorientated, he was clouding my thoughts and judgment, probably his intention to corner me to say ‘yes’. His musk did not exactly helping either. I pursed my lips and swallowed the lump in my throat, looking up to see a flirtatious smirk tugging at his lips.

“Uhh, no,” I stuttered. “I can’t, what about Alicia?”

Shit, big mouth.

“She’s coming,” he said casually, not even blinking an eye.

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “So you don’t need me, you’ll have her company,”

He scrunched up his face and tilted his head in confusion, “Why would you say that?”

“Oh come on Roman, don’t play dumb, you and her are hooking up, you don’t need me to be her stand-in if she’s already coming,”

He started laughing, his eyes squinting as the realisation really hit him hard. I wish it was that funny.

“What?! And who said that? Me and Alicia are not anything,” he stated. “That’s some bull, we did it once, I mean but that was once, before you joined us, who told you?”

I bit my lip, tempted to expose her for going around and claiming him but I bit my tongue and shook my head, shrugging.

“It’s going around, that’s all,”

“Well don’t worry about it because there’s nothing there, I’m not attracted to her,” he confirmed and started playing with the lace string on my jumper as if it was innocent. “So…you weren’t coming tonight because of Alicia? Were you jealous?”

I stared at him blankly.

“Oh shit for real? Don’t even give me that look, it’s fucking sexy alright?” he glanced up then down. “I think it’s cute you were jealous, you like me more than you let on,”

“Okay you’re going overboard flattering yourself,”

He shrugged, “Just saying, so, will you come over tonight? You can stay the night,”

“Don’t push it,”

“I’m not asking you,” he looked right into my eyes and I thought fuck; how the hell do I even deny that? I felt my stomach tingle and my panties soak instantly. “I’m telling you,”

I made a mental note to wear my sexy lingerie that I preserved for my eyes only a lot lately. My sex life had been non-existent for a while.


“You okay?” he mumbled, nudging me with his elbow that evening as we huddled in his living room socialising over copious amounts of pizza.

“Mhhh-hmm,” I smiled at him. “Just tired,”

“Want me to kick them out?” he said referring to his guests.

I happened to look up, and around, catching Alicia staring at us whilst in a conversation with Paige. I looked away immediately, intimidated by her fierce gaze. She’d been doing that a lot lately towards me, I got it, I knew why, but still.

“No, don’t do that, I think I’m gonna go to bed,”

He pouted, “Nooo, stay, thirty more minutes?”

I chuckled, keeping my voice low in shielding the conversation from the others, even though they were busy engrossed in their debate.

“I’ll literally just fall asleep on you, I’m that tired,” I sat up. “Let me go wash my face and I’ll wait up for you in bed? Thirty minutes,”

I didn’t give him a chance to reply to ask what I really meant by that. I could see how perplexed he was. He watched me stand up to leave, eyes trained on me as he thought about my statement.

“Where are you going?” Paige called out.

“That’s very intrusive, I could be going to the bathroom,”

“'Could be,’ but you’re not,”

“I’m going to bed,” I said, my body heating up in embarassment as suspicious smiles appeared on my onlookers’ face.

“That’s a hint for you bro,” Dean wiggled his brows suggestively at Roman.

Ignoring the remark, albeit true, I ran up the stairs and stripped in his bedroom; helping myself to his shirt at the foot of the bed. I climbed in and flipped through his sport magazine briefly, expecting him to come in soon behind me. I heard voices and laughter downstairs and assumed he wasn’t going to come anytime soon, especially with his friends and mine pushing him, he liked to be stubborn. It’d have been awkward. Ten minutes passed and he wasn’t there still, I wasn’t going to stay up past the 30 minutes I gave him. I was straining myself already; I could feel my body being enticed by sleep.

Right when I turned off the bedside lamp and got comfortable, I heard footsteps ascending the stairs and get louder with each step. There was a brief knock at the door, and he walked in, switching on the main light.

“You said half an hour,”

“I thought you weren’t gonna come, you have ten minutes left,”

“By that, do you mean I have ten minutes to get the job done or…?”

“I mean join me or I’m going to sleep for real,” I said opening the sheets out to welcome him.

“Turn on that light for a second,” he said as he turned off the main one.

He took his shirt and jeans off, left
in boxers - he came towards the bed. I admired the view as he took a long walk towards me, flaunting his rock hard body. My mouth watered at the dirty thoughts flooding my mind. Down girl.

“I came to tuck my favourite girl in,” he smiled. “Tell you a bedtime story and sing you a lullaby,”

“Whoa I get a show too?” I pointed to his nude torso.

“You get anything you want sweetheart,” he said climbing in and went to reach over to switch off the lamp and paused, looking at me weirdly. “Hold up, is that my shirt?”


“Why’re you stealing my shit?”

“Mhhh…because I can?”

“Take it off,” he demanded. I could sense his playfulness but I got so turned on and I think he noticed when I instinctively bit my lip in response. He played up to it. “Take. It. Off.”

“Make me,” I said without thinking.

And then I did think seconds later, no regrets because he straddled me and pushed the shirt up and I didn’t even put up a fight. I wanted to see how far he’d go. He stopped when it bunched up underneath my boobs and looked down at me.

“Nice panties,” he complimented my lime green thin bit of fabric covering my sex.


Then we just looked at each other before he lowered himself and he kissed me, for the first time ever. I kissed him back, desperately so, like I’ve wanted to do for a while. We moaned in each other’s mouthes and before I knew it I was rolling my hips against his groin and he buried his hands inside the shirt, massaging my breasts as he kissed me. My nipples hardened within seconds and he pinched them delicately, I felt myself get so aroused that I wanted him immediately.

He pulled away and licked his lips, I mimicked his action.

“So ummm, I need to take my shirt back,” he said ever so politely like a decent human being.

I nodded and sat up, pulling it over my head and offered it to him, but he wasn’t paying attention to that anymore. He was looking at my boobs with my erect nipples ready for his attention. I dropped the shirt next to the bed and the next thing I knew his plump lips were wrapped around one bud and I threw my head back in satisfaction. I slowly lay back down with him suckling at me, I tried to be quiet with my moans but it felt too good to contain.

“I’m so wet for you,” I told him, taking his hand and dipping it inside my panties to prove it.

He grunted when he felt it for himself, rubbing me as he paid attention to my twin peaks.

“I want your fingers inside me,” I instructed him and he was stubborn for a minute or two by continuing to massaging and thumbing my clit gently before I felt one finger sliding in, instantly followed by another.

I gasped in ecstasy and held onto him tighter as I felt my walls being stretched. It’d been a while and I knew I needed that to prime me.

“You feel so tight,” he commented with a restrained grunt.

“I want you to fuck me until I’m all stretched out Roman,”

“Fuck,” he hissed and pulled his fingers out, tasting every drop of my juices before reaching for his drawer and pulled out a gold wrapper.

I sat up on my elbows and watched him pull his tented boxers down, revealing his hard erection, long, thick glistening and ready. My mind went into overdrive as I thought about what he could to me with that. I watched him roll on the condom and stroked himself a couple of times before he played at my entrance, soaking his shaft with my juices.

“Mhhhhh,” I moaned, laying back down.

Even that, the simplest thing felt so good. It’d really been a while.

“You ready?” he asked.

I opened my legs wider as he found a better position and he pushed himself inside me slowly. My breath came out jagged and caught, he was so big, it felt so tight like he was doing me for the first time. I gripped the bedsheets as he pushed all the way in slowly, hissing with every inch that he drove into me.

“Fuck Y/N, how long’s it been?”

“A little too long,”


He held himself there as we got accustomed to each others bodies; moulding into each other’s sex. Then he started drawing back and pushing back into me again in repeated motions until it started to feel really good. I didn’t realise it then how loud we’d gotten but why did it matter when we were having such a good time.

We were a chorus of curses, breathy moans, sloppy kisses and harmonious rhythms. And it was going so well until there was a gentle knock at the door. Roman ignored it, determined as he fucked me harder, our eyes trained on each other.

There was another knock.

“Room service,” Dean’s unmistakable voice called out followed by a set of giggles.

“Hello?” Seth called out this time with a put on accent. “Anyone in there or we’ll barge in?”

“Roman,” I whimpered trying to get him to stop as he fucked me so good that sweet sensation brewed inside me, because I knew there was no way I could come like this.

“They’ll go away,” he grunted, punctuating the statement with an aggressive thrust that rendered me speechless, but elicited the loudest moan yet.

Immediately after, the door barged open, Seth and Dean stumbled in.

“Oh shit,” Seth said clutching onto the door handle as if he hadn’t expected it to actually open.

Our bodies ceased all motion, I instinctively cried out, pulling the sheets over our bodies and tried to hide underneath.

“Fuck, really?” Roman growled, glaring at our intruders. “What the fuck?!” he growled.

“Oh,” Seth said feigning a look of sympathy at us and then innocence at Dean. “Silly us, we thought no one was in here,”

“Yeah, we came to make out,” Dean said plainly. “We can see you guys beat us to it,”

“Get out,”

“Is this the hook-up room?” Dean asked innocently.

“For real Dean, Seth, get the fuck out,”

“Oh jheeze,” I hid in embarrassment.

“Oh, wait, are we in the way?” Seth questioned. “Oh hey Y/N, was wondering -”

I covered my face with my hands, if this wasn’t embarrassing enough already, being acknowledged by name made it worse.

“Can you…just go please?” I voiced awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable despite being covered up.

“Dean let’s go find another room,” Seth suggested, backing out. “The lady’s spoken, enjoy your…umm okay, bye,”

“Wait, I wanna-” Dean said but Seth dragged him and I think that was more to do with Roman’s unfaltering glare.

“Fuck- ouch, don’t touch me,” I heard Dean yell on the other side of the door.

“I’m sorry,” Roman looked down at me, a cross between sympathy and annoyance.

“It’s okay,” I said, thinking what the fuck just happened. Then we both started laughing, coming to halt when we heard the two laughing as well on the other side of the door.

“'Oh Roman, you’re so big,” Seth imitated loudly.

“Oh yeah? You like that baby-girl?” Dean replied.

“Yes…oh…harder Roman, you’re best,”

“I know I am, how hard do you want it?”

“So, they’re drunk,” Roman narrated, looking down at me, pinching the bridge of his nose in distress.

“You thrown off?” I asked, playing with his baby hair.

“No, you?”



“Do me a favour?”


“Give it to me hard, I wanna drown out their noises,”

“I can do that,” he smirked. “You sure?”

“Yes,” I said rolling my hips to get him started. “I can handle it,”

He grabbed a hold of my legs and pushed them against my thighs, as he entered me again. I moaned aloud at how good he felt in me again. He drew in and out of me, slowly but with a firm thrust, gradually picking up speed. He persevered like so, increasing the speed and force so much that our skin slapped against each other and the bed hit the wall. I loved it. I bellowed. He repeated, cursing, at the way I responded.

“Harder,” I whimpered.

“Roll over,” he commanded when he paused to pull out of me.

Too slow in action, he rolled me in a swift move and I was now lying on my stomach.

I felt the tip at my soaking wet entrance, then after that the room was filled with our loud grunts and hiccuped sentences. He filled me up deliciously, slamming into me fully with every stroke and then I felt my walls contract.

“I’m coming, shit shit shit!” I squealed as it built up fiercely. “Roman…”

If I thought he was gonna slow down then, I was wrong. He incresead the speed and vigor, pushing for his own orgasm too. Before I knew it we both rode the rollercoaster and came down from the high, in a series of hard and jagged breaths.

“Whoa, if I knew what you were working with I swear I’d have taken you right then and there the first day I saw you,” he sighed, hand on my waist.

“Well, jheeze thanks,” I rolled my eyes. “But the feeling’s mutual, I don’t think I can move,”

“I’ve never been so turned on in my life,” I heard Seth say.

“They’re still there?” Roman asked me, that annoyance returning.

“Maybe we weren’t loud enough,” I laughed.

“Oh I think the whole house heard us, especially Alicia,”

I gasped and looked at him wide-eyed, “I’ve officially made an enemy because of you!” I hit him on the chest.

He clasped his hands behind his head and lifted his shoulders in an attempted shrug, “Yeah but you have me now, good compromise isn’t it?”

Crush (Hanbin Scenario)


Can I request hanbin ikon scenario when he has crush on you and all member always teasing him when they are around you (like hold your hand or everything). The reader is idol. Thank you 😉


Haha, yeaa, sorry about the wait. I hope you enjoy it, like it’s kinda angsty,,,,but yea. Also Hanbins POV, like is wierd,, but oh well. Also sorry for the lack of posts on the blog. Both admins are really busy with school.

Genre: Fluff | Somewhat Angsty endish part

Word Count: 2000+

-Hanbins POV -

“Hey, Hanbin can you guess who’s coming over to practice today?” Yunhyeong said teasing the leader. Hanbin’s face turned a light crimson as he began to feel slightly embarrassed. Bobby placed his hand on the leaders shoulder and began to laugh. Junhoe began to add onto Yunhyeong’s comment.

“Yeah, Hanbin,” He made sure to put more emphasis onto his name. 

“It’s a girl, she’s an idol, and her name is-“

“Junhoe sh-shut up.” Hanbin spoke feeling quite flustered. Other members knew he had a crush on you, it was pretty obvious. He had an extremely bad habit of staring at you. However the leader couldn’t help it, he loved watching your facial expressions light up as you talked. He loved to hear your smooth voice. He loved hearing you sing, he also enjoyed watching you dance. His standard of perfection was you. He loved watching you play with your hair, or play games with the others. He normally just stood to the side and watched, he didn’t want to interfere, or do something that would upset you. When you tried to get him to join, he would reject the offer. He felt that he had to somehow reserve himself so you wouldn’t become disappointed with him.

He had a terrible tendency to be a perfectionist, and he always was so pessimistic when it came to everything he did. Whenever he did something and made a slight mistake, he would become extremely upset with himself. As the leader, everyone held him to a somewhat higher stander. Everyone always expected him to be perfect, they expected more than what he could give out.  However when he was around you, all the stress disappeared. When he saw you and how calm you were, it made him feel relieved.

“A-anyways, when is she gonna get here?” He mumbled, he would never admit this, but he was quite excited to see you today. Jinhwan began to giggle.

“Ooooh” He cooed. “Is little Hanbin excited to see (y/n)?” Jinhwan had found Hanbin’s crush on you extremely adorable. He would always get giddy when Hanbin and you sang together. To say the least, Hanbin hated it. It always made him even more embarrassed to be around you. Seeing Jinhwan’s wide smiles and encouraging text messages that normally said something along the lines of ‘You’re doing so well, now just ask her out’ Words could not describe how much Hanbin hated it.

“Jinhwan are you reall-“

“You address your Hyung like that?” Hanbin rolled his eyes, Jinhwan found these moments hilarious. Seeing how Hanbin was so flustered while talking about you.

“Sorry, Jinhwan Hyung” Hanbin spoke with annoyance in his voice. “I was going to ask, are you really going to tease me about this?” The leader was slightly annoyed, and it was clear that he was. The other boys just laughed.

“Mm, Hanbin, she’s on her way.” Donghyuk spoke.  

“Okay…” Hanbin paused. “Wait, did she text you that.”

“Yeah, Hanbin, she loves me. Of course she would text me.” Donghyuk spoke slightly cockily. Chanwoo snorted.

“You got something to say Chanwoo?” Donghyuk glared at the younger, and the two of them began to burst out laughing. Hanbin chuckled slightly.

“I’m going to get a drink, anybody want anything?”

“He just wants to see (y/n).” Yunhyeong spoke slyly.

“I-I n-no.” Hanbin stuttered.

“I was right.” Hanbin felt his cheeks becoming the crimson again; he quickly closed the practice room door and went to get the drink, to cool down. As he walked away he could hear the boys all laughing in the distance.

As Hanbin walked to the vending machine he calmed down. He felt his cheeks return back to the normal temperature. He pulled out his phone and began typing a quick message to you saying,

Going to get soda you want one??’ 

He breathed deeply, and then hit the send button, not but two seconds later he saw the three dots, which indicated that you were typing. He felt a slight smile growing onto his lips. A few seconds later you responded with a 

‘Hell yea, get me a coke (not diet, regular!!!!)’ 

He chuckled quietly.

‘Noted, diet not regular.’ 

When you two did talk it normally consisted of you two teasing each other.

‘Noooo!!!! Regular! diet is horrible!’ 

He chuckled quietly again.

‘Alright, noted, regular not diet.’

‘There you go, also see you soon; I’m like ten minutes from the building.’

‘Awesome’ Moments after sending the last text he put his phone back into his pocket. He could feel a sly smile on his lips. He would try to cover it up but he was too happy.  He inserted the dollar into the machine and made sure to get you a regular (not diet) coke. He laughed at how passionate you were about your soda. You said you’d never drink diet again after seeing YG drink it. Hanbin laughed thinking about the party where you said it was your last time with diet soda. It was a random memory, but a funny one.

He walked back to the practice room happily; thinking of the kind of practice today would consist of. It made him happier that he was finally seeing you after your big promotion; it had been a long two months. Your promotions were nowhere near the end, but you finally got a break. The smile on his face began to grow as he thought of you and him finally hanging out.

“Look at that, the crushy boy is back.” Bobby laughed.

“I’m glad you managed to make it back, I thought you would get lost while you thought about (y/n).” Junhoe teased. This time around Hanbin wasn’t bothered by it, he didn’t ignore it, he just didn’t care much.

-Your POV -

As you walked towards the practice room, that the boys spent about 90% of their time in, you smiled. The two months was long, but you were happy you’d finally be able to see Hanbin. He was probably your favorite to be around, out of all the boys. However you’d always get confused, he seemed to have a good time when he was around you. He’d always be laughing or smiling, maybe even commenting something snarky. However he tended to reject your offers to hang out. You never thought much of it, but you couldn’t say it didn’t upset you when he was distant. However he had recently gotten better about it, he was more open and just happier in general. You thought it was the stress of the promotions he was currently doing. It was pretty understandable, especially with him being the leader and having to look after the group…constantly. When you turned to the corner you heard Bobby say something.

“Look at that, the crushy boy is back.” You paused before opening the door, what could they be talking about? You shrugged it off and entered the practice area.

“Hey guys!” You smiled and waved at all seven of them. Your eyes drifted to the figure standing next to you.

“Here’s your diet coke.” You frowned was Hanbin being serious?

“I told you regular.” You whined. He began to laugh.

“Gosh, your whining is so cute. I made sure to get you regular.” He was smiling.

“Thanks for the REGULAR coke.” He chuckled. You heard some ‘ooh’-ing come from the boys, it did make you smile. However when you looked up to Hanbin his head was turned slightly to the left, but you could see a slight red tint on his cheeks.

“Hanbin are you feeling okay?” He seemed surprised when you asked him. You reached your hand up and touched his forehead.

“You do feel a little warm. Are you sure you aren’t sick?” Hanbin lightly grabbed your wrist, his cheeks still crimson.

“I-I’m fine (y/n).” You could hear quiet laughing among the six other boys. To say the least, you felt confused. You felt like you were being left out of an inside joke or something.

“Hanbin, if you don’t feel well you should rest. You work too hard sometimes.” You sighed and looked at him. His cheeks became brighter.

“I-I think we should practice.” He quickly looked away from you and went over to the computer.

“But (y/n) just got back from promoting, why would she want to practice?” Jinhwan whined.

“Well, I guess I could teach you guys my dance.” Donghyuk and Junehoe snorted.

“I don’t know if learning a dance is fun…” Donghyuk started to speak.

“But it’s a girl group dance Donghyuk, they’re always fun.” Yunhyeong said.

“I’d only do it of you guys wanted me too.” You mumbled. Bobby smiled.

“Gosh (y/n) how are you still single.” You saw Hanbin’s entire body tense up as Bobby spoke. ‘What’s going on with him?’ You thought. The boys, including Hanbin, were being particularly odd. Like they normally teased each other, but not to this much. This was too much; they were hiding something from you.

“(y/n) are you okay?” You mumbled a startled ‘hm’ when Chanwoo spoke to you. How long had you been thinking? It couldn’t have been that long, right?

“You’ve been staring at the wall for like two minutes.”

“I-I yea.” You gently placed his hand on your shoulder and smiled.

“Will you teach us the dance now?”

“Of course Chanwoo!” You grabbed your phone out of your back pocket and handed it over to Hanbin, who was staring intently at the computer.

“Hey Hanbin, can you hook this up?” He made no eye contact with you as he took your phone. What the hell? What was that?

“Hanbin, are you positive you’re okay? Because you’re sure as hell not acting like it.” You could hear a few other members laughing quietly in the background. You didn’t bother to look; you knew it was a mixture of all six boys.

“I” he paused, for a little too long. “I- yea I’m fine (y/n), well actually I am feeling a bit odd.” His fake laugh didn’t fool you at all. You knew something was up, but you weren’t able to tell what it was. Sighing, you finally snapped.

“What is it with all of you today?!” You almost screamed, but you were trying to keep your temper.

“All day you guys have been laughing, do I have something on me? Did I do something stupid? Just tell me what it is, please!” Looking over to Hanbin, he was frozen in place. You could see his chest moving slightly up and down as he breathed. Looking across the room the other boy were all looking guilty.

“God, can you guys not tell me what it is?!” You took your phone from Hanbin, he willingly let go of it, not throwing a fit. You know what? It would have been better if he said something, maybe then you would know what’s going on. Since no one was still telling you anything, you decided on leaving.

“Well fine, if none of you guys are gonna tell me, I’m just gonna go. Call me if you have something to say.” You walked over to the door, and still, no one moved. Hanbin stiffer than ever.

“I- (y/n)-“

“What is it Hanbin? You’ve been acting the weirdest” His body loosened as he stood from the chair. Looking at the boys faces, they were all grinning.

“Why are you guys smiling, is this funny or something? I just do-“

“(y/n) just breath for a second.“ Hanbin spoke quietly cutting you off.

“What gives?” He ran his fingers through his hair, and sighed quietly.

“Well the others are teasing me because they-“

“He has a crush on you (y/n)! How oblivious are you!” Jinhwan cut him off.

“Jinhwan!” Bobby, Donghyuk, and Yunhyeong yelled in unison. Peering over Hanbin’s shoulder you could see Junehoe silently laughing, nearly falling out of his chair.

“What.” You said bluntly. Hanbin laughed nervously.

“Yeah, Jinhwan said it.”

 -Admin A

Snowbaz Feda- "I think your dog likes my dog"

Usually, pets aren’t allowed at Watford. But, well, our room in Mummers House is big enough to hide a small dog in, anyways. Right? And Baz wouldn’t turn me in because, well, who doesn’t like dogs? I’ll even let him have one too. Besides, I can’t just not adopt this dog. And, that one over there looks like Baz, if he were a Scottish terrier.

“I’m taking these two.” The four words I’ll most regret saying, yet nonetheless I showed up at Watford in fourth year, holding a little scottie as a bribe for Baz and a little scruffy mongrel for myself.


I’d been hoping that Baz would come to school after the dogs had already settled in, but apparently not. Because when I shimmied into our room, my coat bulging and wriggling, and dropped two dogs on the floor, he was frankly, appalled.

“What…Are those.” He said, rhetorically, as the two balls of fluff, one orange and one black, scuffled over to him and sniffed his feet.

“Uh. Dogs?” I said, awkwardly. “That one’s Basilton Jr. I got him hoping you wouldn’t turn me in if I let you have one too.” I picked up the tiny black thing, holding him up so Baz could see.

“I-” he looked torn. Success? “Fine.” He agreed after a long pause. Took the dog from my hands. Looked at me as if I were about to snatch the dog back.

I grinned, not realizing what I’d just done to myself.


And now for present time. After eight years tolerating a room with my worst enemy, I thought I’d be able to escape him.

But well, we’d both grown quite fond of our dogs. Lil Baz and Cherry Scones were family to me by that point. (Yes, I named my dog Cherry Scones. I don’t need more judgement than I’m getting already.)

And our dogs… They’d grown quite fond of eachother, I think.

Like, very fond. I think they’re in love.

“Baz, we need to stay roommates after we graduate.”

“…Excuse me?”

“Our dogs! They’re in love! We can’t just split them up like that!”

Baz had the same look on his face as he’d had when I first brought them to Watford. I think he blushed, but it’s hard to tell when he’s already so pale. He turned white-person-colored, for a second.

“Fine. We won’t split them up. I’ll take both.”

“No! Cherry Scones is not going with you!”

“Fine! We’ll stay roommates!”

“Yeah! That’s what I said!”

We glowered at each other, and at our feet the two dogs were licking each other enthusiastically.

Apartment shopping. With Baz. We talked as little as possible.

“How about this one?”

“No. How about this one?”

“Too pricy.”




More silence.

It was hours before we found one we wanted.

“We can’t just live together forever, Snow.” Baz said, out of nowhere.

And then, even more out of nowhere, my mouth came up with “Why not? I like living with you and the dogs.”

But what Baz did put my mouth’s illogical habit of blurting to shame, when he had the crazy idea of kissing me.

Not that I objected.

anonymous asked:

Drarry Prompt: Harry and Draco find themselves (somehow) stranded in the Outback...(further optional detail: they either can't apparate because of magical reasons, or they're too distracted by things around them, or bickering with each other)

Thank you for the prompt!! Sorry it took me so long! I’ve been packing and getting ready to go back to Uni. I hope I did this prompt justice!


“Yeah, baby?”

Harry paused, taking in another look of their hot, sandy environment.

“Where the fuck are we.”

The sound of rummaging stopped, and Harry’s boyfriend of five years began to straighten, turning to face him with a bemused frown.

“What do you mean?” he asked. “We’re in Austria, of course.”

Harry glanced around at the vast landscape of red sand, spikey bushes, and hot beating sun before returning his unimpressed stare to Draco whose frown began to deepen, becoming defensive.

“What?” he snapped.

“Show me the travel book.”

A pair of arms crossed tightly over Draco’s chest. “Why?”

Harry felt his jaw clench. “Show. Me. The. Travel. Book.” He watched, with the tiniest flicker of amusement, as his stubborn boyfriend finally relented, throwing his arms up into the air in a familiar show of petulance, digging through his backpack once more.

“Here.” Draco thrust the small, very battered and overly used book into Harry’s hands. “Happy now?”

The strength of the sun was beginning to make Harry’s skin painfully hot. Wherever they actually were, and Harry had a sneaking suspicion exactly where they were, they’d need to find some form of shelter soon before they both burnt to a crisp. The sounds of flipping pages quickly filled the slightly strained silence.

“Austria, huh?” Harry murmured then, flipping between two pages and comparing the location of each. “Does Austria normally have a desert this time of year, love?”

“How the fuck should I know?” the blond replied with a whine. “That’s why we’re visiting, yes? You know, those things called holidays and the like? Where people, not unlike ourselves, go to discover new places?”

Rolling his eyes, Harry turned the book around. “See this, Draco? This is Austria. Cute little villages covered in snow. But this, this right here? Draco, we’re in fucking Australia.”

“What!” Draco snatched the book from his hands, flicking back and forth just as he had done. “But—no, we can’t—what the fuck! But the form! Our coordinates??” He ripped out a neatly rolled stack of parchment from his bag, desperate silver eyes scanning the information.

Harry watched, unsurprised, when his boyfriend’s face suddenly paled, his lips quivering slightly.

“Let me see,” Harry said, holding out his hand. Angry eyes lifted to meet his.

“Need to confirm my failure, Potter?” Draco scoffed testily.

“Don’t do that,” Harry replied absently as he took the pieces of parchment. “I’m not your father, love.”

The blond-haired man sneered. “I know that,” he grumbled, but he turned away despite his words, arms wrapping unconsciously around his stomach.

“Look, it doesn’t matter alright? I bet this happens all the time. We’ll just wait out the post-travel apparation period and then head back. No big deal.”

Draco huffed, still facing away from Harry, who was beginning to notice how very red the back of his boyfriend’s neck was becoming.

“Fuck, we better find some shelter or something quick,” Harry stated, looking around. “We’re both going to get heatstroke at this rate.”

“What the fuck sort of continent is this anyway?” Draco grouched, kicking at some of the orangey-red sand. “Why is it so hot? I thought Granger said her parents lived somewhere where it was relatively cool.”

“Hermione’s parents lived in the Blue Mountains, love,” Harry replied. He swung his bag around on one shoulder so he could reach the bottle of water he’d brought along. “From where we’re standing, I’m guessing we’re in the middle of Australia somewhere.” He glanced over when he heard Draco exhale, eyes widening as he watched his boyfriend’s shoulders suddenly slump.

“Baby, no,” Harry said quickly, moving up behind the blond and shoving his bag onto his back. He pressed up against the familiar torso, wrapping his arms tightly around Draco’s waist. “Listen, I promise I’m not upset. It was an easy, mistake, alright? And what does it even matter? It’s a new place, neither of us have been here before—what’s the difference?”

“Small cottages and snow?”

Chuckling, Harry pressed a quick kiss to Draco’s warm cheek. “Come on, we might as well explore a bit, hmm? Maybe we can work out exactly where we are.”

“Well… at least this explains the utterly contemptuous look I received from the witch at the Travel Bureau when she clarified our destination coordinates.”

Harry laughed aloud, the sound carrying throughout the open air. “I’ve been told,” he began, voice lowering ever so slightly, “that whilst it does get rather cold at night here in the Australian desert… the stars that can be seen beat the temperature by a long shot.”


“Mmm.” Another press of lips. A gentle tongue flickered salty skin. “I do believe we need to cross star-gazing sex off of our bucket list…”

The body in Harry’s arms shivered enticingly. “Well, when you put it that way.” Draco turned in his arms, gazing down at him with a fond smile and silver eyes pleasantly warm. “I suppose we could call this an accidently-on-purpose mishap?”

Harry grinned. “I suppose we could.”

Falling Into The Wrong Crowd-Part Three (Jax Teller x Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) cannot get the image of the mysterious biker out of her head, she is so sure that is is him, they are back. The girls aren’t sure whether to believe her still, though something is telling the Sons that danger is coming. They can’t help but get involved with their friends only causing more trouble.

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Violence, swearing, alcohol, drugs, abuse (it’s Sons Of Anarchy, what do you expect?)

As I stormed out of the TM I couldn’t stop crying. Why wouldn’t they believe me? I wouldn’t make any of this up, why would I? I’m not the sort of person to make a sick joke. It didn’t make any sense. I know that we were supposed to be forgetting what happened but why would they just shove aside what happened to me? Questions ran through my head until a voice called out to me. Looking up, Jax was on his bike pulling up next to me.

“What do you want Jax?” I snapped.

“Look, I won’t ask any questions if you don’t want to talk but let me take you home. You seemed scared back there, I’m sure you don’t want to be alone.” he had pity on his face.

“Maybe it would be better if I was alone.” I lied.

“Just get on.”

He was right, I definitely didn’t want to be alone, especially if my assumption was true. For the second time that day I got behind Jax before he took me home. Once again I felt relaxed as we sped through the streets, closing my eyes and resting my cheek on his back. The ride was over too quickly though, I had to come back and face everything. He insisted that he should come inside, just until I had calmed down or someone came back.

I offered him a drink but he declined. Taking out a bottle of wine, I poured a lot into a glass before it almost overflowed. I could feel his eyes on me but I didn’t care. I needed this right now. Jax and I were sat on the sofa closely in silence until he spoke.

“What was that all about back there?” he asked in a hushed tone, looking into my eyes.

“It’s all in the past according to the girls.” I mumbled, taking a huge gulp of wine.

“You said that you were going to wind up dead, it has to be serious.”

“Oh it is. But it doesn’t matter because they don’t believe me.”

“Well I do.”

“You don’t even understand what’s happening.”

“No but it’s evident that it’s scaring you.”

Again, more tears began to fall. Goddamn emotions.

“It’s just…I don’t see how they can forget it all so quickly or at least pretend that it never happened. Maybe I remember it clearer, I was more involved.”

“Involved in what?” Jax was desperate to know answers but he wasn’t getting angry with me.

“I don’t even know you. I met you two days ago.”

“Sometimes it’s better to talk to a stranger than a friend.” he took the glass out of my hand and placed it on the coffee table in front of us.

I sighed, debating whether to tell him. However if I didn’t talk about it soon I thought I would explode.

“Before we moved here, we had trouble with another MC in our town. The girls were in business with them, selling drugs and whatnot, they got caught twice and went to prison because of it. The first time they kept quiet about providing it for the MC but the second time around they ratted them out to get a shorter sentence. The club had given an annonymus tip that the girls were the only ones involved, meaning that they would be the only ones to go down. This obviously made them really angry.

"However, I was dating one of their members at the time. Keira from Cara Cara used to live there, she had an abusive boyfriend and I tried to save her; however I ended up getting beaten too until the girls and a member of the MC saved me. He later asked me out. It wasn’t too serious, though I thought I was maybe going to become his old lady or something. He was so good to me, he cared for me when the girls got locked up until the second time. They threatened me and I had no where to hide. I was the one they took their anger out on. I thought I was going to die because they beat me almost every day. The girls had no idea about it so obviously continued to rat them out. I endured it for as long as I could.”

I paused for a minute, trying to not break down in front of Jax. He probably thought I was a psycho bitch after that scream fest at the club. He didn’t rush me which I was thankful for. Jax stayed quiet, waiting for me to continue.

“They had me locked up in my own home. People started to wonder where I was, what had happened to me. One night I managed to escape. I couldn’t believe that I was getting out of there. However they soon found out that I had left and came after me on their bikes, shooting at the girl running through the streets. I was hit in the arm but continued to run. The police showed up because of the amount of calls about a shootout happening in the neighborhood. They took me to the hospital and that’s where I was reunited with the girls. I didn’t answer any questions when the police visited and as soon as I was better we fleed the town.”

I grabbed the glass and took another massive gulp of wine. It was almost gone. Jax was speechless. He was trying to say something but he wasn’t sure what. I just started to cry, I couldn’t hold it back. The girls thought the best way to forget it all was to never talk about it. That wasn’t right. It needed to be talked about.

“That’s…I don’t know what to say.” He breahed out.

“We jumped around a lot, trying to throw them off in case they were following, mostly staying in motels. It’s been about two months.”

“What!? I thought you were talking about years ago? Maybe a couple more months at least.”

“Nope. That’s why I’m panicking so much. We didn’t lose them, they found us.”

“Look, maybe it isn’t them-”

I leapt out of my seat and stormed to the kitchen. Placing the glass next to the sink, I just took the bottle instead. Before I could get one sip, Jax snatched it out of my hands. We glared at each other.

“This isn’t the way to deal with this. Tonight you and the girls are going to come to the party and apologise to one another. From there we’ll work out what’s happening around here.” he ordered never blinking.

I shyly nodded.

“Good. Go have a bath or something, calm yourself down. I’ll be out here if you need me.”

I did as he suggested. As I watched the water fill up the bathtub, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if the MC was here. Were they here for us or something else? Slipping into the steaming water I tried to push the thoughts and worries aside. My hand absentmindedly ran over the wound on my upper arm, the scar on my skin reminding me that I was lucky to be alive. I had never been so scared of a noise before in my life. Even when I heard gunshots on TV shows I flinched. It could have been the last thing I heard before I died. No one wants that.

It was silent throughout the house. I wasn’t sure what Jax was doing. Oh god he was probably wanting to get out of here so badly. We were just another problem for the club. They didn’t have to get involved though I had a feeling that they couldn’t escape now. What if both MCs were rivals already, or worse friends!?

After the bath, I started to reapply my makeup which was a mess due to my breakdown. It was still so quiet in the house and I had to call out to Jax to make sure he was still there. After getting ready again, I brushed my hair out and chose an outfit for the party. I’d been to an MC party before, I knew what I should wear. I also knew that there would be many women there with much less clothing than me.

A knock on the bedroom door startled me.“(Y/N), can I come in?”


I continued to put on some jewelry as he walked in. I watched him through my mirror, sitting on the edge of the bed his eyes met mine.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

I sighed.“Not much better if I’m being honest.”

“You know that it’s for the best, making up with the others I mean.”

“Yeah. It’s just going to be hard because they didn’t believe me.”

We made our way to the club house again. I began to feel nervous, what was going to happen with the girls? Were we just going to keep arguing about this or could we actually resolve it? As we arrived something seemed wrong. There was no loud music, no chatter from the crowds and no people for that matter. Jax and I got off his bike, his face showing confusion, as did mine.

“Jax, what’s happening?” I asked him.

“I don’t know, stay close to me.” he took out a gun from the waist line of his trousers before grabbing my hand.

We took cautious steps towards the club house. I had been to this sort of party before, there had to be something going on here. Jax kept me behind his back, looking out for any danger. However we were caught off guard, both of us being knocked off of our feet. We were lying on the floor and before Jax could shoot the attackers the gun was forced out of his hands.

“Miss us baby girl?” a slimy voice free my attention away from the ground and up at the men.

That’s when I let out a blood curdling scream.


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Part 12

It’s been a month since the last time you saw Kai. The last time you got to be close to him, the last time you saw your favorite sociopath. You looked through everything, trying to find a way to get Kai out of prison world, but you found nothing. Bonnie still didn’t want to bring him back. She said if she even thought about bringing him back, he would have to change completely or leave Mystic Falls. You knew Kai would never want to change because he mentioned million times that he likes who he is and that he would never change.
You spent days going through history of Bennett witches, prison worlds, trying to do this on your own, but then again, you didn’t have any magic so everything you’ve done was completely useless. Bonnie wouldn’t want to tell you anything. Of course she knew that there’s way out of the prison world she created with the gemini twins, but she kept her mouth shut. That’s why, to find the answer you had to talk to someone who had already experinced this, who knew everything about this. Malachai. The only thing you had to do was ask Bonnie to send you there again.

‘Please Bonnie. I’d be really grateful if you helped him. Please.’ You begged her, sitting next to her on the grass.

'Why do you want me to send you back there?’ She asked as she locked her eyes with yours, her face expession serious, waiting for your answer. You had to keep calm, act like you weren’t planning anything.

'I need to see him, Bon.’ You said, looking down at your fingers. You picked up a small yellow flower from the grass, twisting it around as you brought it up to your nose, smelling it.

'I can’t do it. He needs to learn his lesson. He needs to think about everything he’s done in the past.’ She said, placing her hand on top of yours. 'You need to get your mind of all those things. Come to the grill tonight, it will be like the old times.’

'I don’t know, Bonnie.’ You hesitated.

'C'mon, it’ll be fun.’

'Ok, fine’ you said as you got up. 'See you tonight.’ You walked away, crossing your arms. Everything you wanted to do, was now gone. You started thinking you’d never see Kai again. No one understood what was so special about him. Everyone saw him as a murderer and a psychopath, but you knew he was more than that.

You came home and took a hot shower, and opened a drawer to find something to wear, but you only found Kai’s old shirt. You took it out, holding tightly on the shirt. You smiled and folded it neatly to put it back in there. It only made you realize how much you hate Kai being stuck there all by himself, going through all of it again. Suddenly, you didn’t feel like going anywhere tonight, so you texted Bonnie you were backing out.

'Guys, she’ll never be ok. I don’t know what to do.’ Bonnie said to Caroline and Elena as she sat down.

'You can’t get him out.’ Elena said.

'I won’t.’ Bonnie claimed, playing with her glass.

'There’s one thing you can do.’ Elena stated as she looked at Bonnie. She immediately knew what Elena was thinking and she knew it was the best thing to do. For your own good. Even though she knew you would be pissed about it, she decided to do it anyway.

'Hey, it’s Caroline. Do you have a minute?’ Caroline said, walking away somewhere more private to talk.


You were watching a movie on your laptop and eating popcorn, for the first time in who knows how long, your mind was occupied by something else, even though deep down there, in your head of yours, a thought of Kai Parker kept trying to be the main thing in your head. Maybe Bonnie was right, maybe you should’ve moved on because she was the only one who knew where Kai was and the only one who could’ve get him out of there. Your eyes started watering out of nowhere as you paused the movie and took a few deep breaths, refusing to cry. You laughed quietly and got up, walking towards your closet. You opened one drawer and took Kai’s shirt out. You brought it closer as you inhaled the scent. It still smelled like Kai, beautifully. You put it on and looked at yourself in the mirror. It was obviously too big on you but you didn’t care. As long as you had something that reminded you of him, you were fine. Sort of.
You turned around and there you saw a shadow which suddenly disappeared. Your heart started racing a little bit.

'Hello?’ You asked, taking a few steps forward and looked around as you faced a guy. Tall, dark eyes. Familiar guy. He came closer for a few seconds and then he just disappeared. You sighed deeply, and walked by the mirror. You stopped and looked at yourself. Your eyes were a little bit puffy and red, but that was nothing new. You looked like that for the past couple of weeks. You were a little bit confused but you ignored it and went to the bathroom before laying in bed and drifting off to sleep.


You stopped by the Salvatore’s house first thing in the morning, knocking on their doors.

'Morning!’ You said a little too loud, since it was only 8am and you were feeling happy. Happier than ever.

'Morning’ Stefan said but it sounded more like a question. He gave you a confused look, letting you into the house. You stepped into the living room, jumping on the couch. You looked at Stefan walking in, his look still the same.

'You’re oddly… energetic this morning’ His hands were in his pockets, his voice still a little bit raspy.

'I got a good night’s sleep and I felt so fresh in the morning, I don’t know why. So, which movie do you want to watch because I brought tons.’ You asked, holding up a few DVD’s, showing them to Stefan, who sat down next to you on the couch. He shrugged his shoulders and laughed.

'All of them?’ You asked, making him smile again. You were too excited for this part od the day, it was like something changed over night.

'As you wish.’ Stefan trailed off as he played the first movie you had.

'Ohh this is going to be good.’ You took a handful of popcorns that were already on the table, focusing on the movie but you felt Stefan’s eyes on you, instead of TV.

'Movie is over there.’ You chuckled as you pointed towards the TV.

'I know, I was just wondering…’

'What?’ You asked, looking at him.

'How are things with… you know, Bonnie getting Kai out of prison world? You still miss him, right?’

'Who’s Kai?’ You trailed off, giving Stefan a confused look. His eyes went wide for a few seconds and then he frowned.

'Oh, no one. I must’ve confused you with someone else.’ He said, turning his head back to TV. You stared at him for a few seconds before turning to watch TV. Why would he ask you something like that? Who even was Kai? Most importantly, why in the world would you miss him when you didn’t even know who he was and what he had to do with you because you certainly didn’t have anything to do with him. He was only a stranger.

We’re Ready

Written for @merlinmemorymonth

Path I - Home
Path II - Brightness, Light


The log he was sitting on was cold from the night, but Arthur didn’t mind. Actually, he felt as if nothing bothered him anymore, as if he was finally free and could do whatever he could because he didn’t have any duties for the day and he wasn’t on some dangerous quest either. He breathed in the morning air and closed his eyes as he breathed out.

Calm. He felt calm. He felt the first rays of the sun touch his face and he smiled because his cheeks felt warm and he was allowed to feel it and live only for this short moment. He didn’t have to think about the training or council meetings, he could just watch the sunrise and listen to the sounds of the forest. Insects and birds were almost everywhere.

He had no idea why hadn’t he suggested that Merlin went to visit his mother in Ealdor earlier, he knew Merlin would take him with him and if he wouldn’t, Arthur would sneak out and follow him anyway, he was the king after all.

Suddenly all the calm and quiet got interrupted by approaching footsteps. He knew who it was. A boy whose eyes had the colour of the sun. Arthur smiled and turned around, noticing his boyfriend with the perfect and hilarious bedhead as he was coming to him. Merlin smiled back at him and then noticed the beautiful sunrise. In that moment though, he tripped over a root and landed on his face in the high grass.

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