brought my comforter to my chair

knight in shining armor || stuart twombly

word count: 2325

warnings: none, just fluff

prompt: none

author’s note: enjoy this cute little imagine of stuart! thanks to @sarcasticallystilinski for letting me run the idea by her! 


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Same Old Dean (Smut)

Originally posted by literarycasualty

Pairings: Demon! Dean x Reader 

Words: 1,510

Warnings: Smut, language 

A/N: Deanmon is hot, guys. Check out my series Soulmates and other stuff, I take requests!

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Sir | Yoongi

genre: smut, ceo!au
warnings: dom!yoongi, sub!reader, punishment/spanking
words: 2.5k
parts: 1 of 2
summary: He’s warned her before not to call him that in public, and when she makes the mistake of doing it again, he’s going to have to discipline her accordingly… even if it’s in the workplace.
a/n: this wasn’t supposed to be split into 2 parts but a bitch needs to recuperate after committing all this sin writing that. also this is my first time stepping a lil out of my smut comfort zone so buckle up kids and pls lower ur expectations :))))

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Interview Pt. 2

Group/Member: BTS/Namjoon

Words: 1503

Genre/Warnings: smut, somewhat public sex

Summary: y/n has to interview Namjoon again, will things turn out the same as last time?

Request: anonymous, sequel to Interview

A/N: Here is the requested sequel to Interview! I hope you enjoy this one as much as you did the last! ~Admin Unnie

Originally posted by forever-young-got7

It’s been 3 weeks since the album release party, and I only have one regret for that night: not getting Namjoon’s number. My nights since then have been plagued with replays of the night, leaving me a hot mess when I wake up for work. It seems as if it really was just a one-time thing.

I open my email and see a new one from my boss, asking me to look through some pictures and choose which ones should be used for an article. As soon as I open the pictures, I feel a rush of heat pool in between my legs at the images of Namjoon in leather. Good God, how can one man be so attractive. I bite my lip and continue to stare at the pictures, not looking away until I hear a knock on my office door. I quickly close my laptop and look up at my boss. “Everything okay, y/n?”

“Yeah, I was just looking through those pictures you sent.” I rush out, trying to calm myself down. “But what are they for? We published my interview 2 weeks ago.”

“They have invited us to their company to do an article on how they run things.”

“Really?” I try to control my excitement at the possibility of seeing Namjoon again.

She nods. “Specifically Rap Monster. He wants to show the fans his studio and explain his process of writing and producing music. And he asked that you be the one to come.”

“Me?” I point to myself, making sure I wasn’t hearing things.

“Yes. Apparently he enjoyed your company last time, and thought that since he’s already spoken with you that this interview would go just as smoothly.” She turns to leave my office. “I don’t know what you did to get in the favor of BTS, but keep doing it.”

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Things about top surgery (will be a long post; hang on and read whatever topic you need)

I had a double incision mastectomy with free nipple grafts with Dr. Daniel Medalie on May 18, 2017. Here’s just some things I personally have experienced that may help others pursuing top surgery, wether or not it’s with Dr. Medalie.
Before scheduling:
I got into contact with Valerie, his receptionist. She’s very helpful and will try to answer any questions you might have. I live about 2 hours away from Cleveland, so it was up to me if I wanted an in person consult or just over email. I got my therapist letter and photos of my chest ready and sent out. Photos via email. The consult was $60. When I heard back, he signed off on my therapist note, and told me I was borderline for either surgery; peri vs double incision. He said he would need to see me in person to make that call, but it could wait until the day of surgery. I wanted to know what to prepare for so I went to Cleveland about 2 weeks after. I was not charged for this in person meeting. He told me he could do peri if I was concerned about the scars that DI would give, but he would prefer DI as he was worried about the extra skin. Ultimately it was my choice. I was hoping for so long I could get peri and not have scars. However, I wanted the most aesthetically appealing option. I didn’t want extra skin. I didn’t want “unknown” nipple landing, especially with the extra skin. I made my decision of DI, based on Dr. Medalie having more control of nipple placement, contour, and removal of the extra skin. I got home and pondered when to schedule.
Before surgery:
I scheduled about 2 months prior, and was hoping for a Friday date, but was told he doesn’t operate on Fridays so I took the Thursday, which was fine with me. I think it was about a $250 deposit to schedule. In those 2 months, it was more of me focusing on work and not really thinking of surgery, except applying for CareCredit. About a month out, my fiancé and I started putting some things together for the trip to Cleveland: food, post op care (light food like crackers, blankets, clothing, etc.), money, who’s taking care of the cats while we’re gone, and so on. We stayed at a Super 8 in Beachwood, OH (it’s like 10 minutes away from the surgery center and his office). We went to Cleveland the day before my surgery. On our way, the surgery center called to confirm my appointment, 9:15am and to arrive an hour early. We got to the hotel around 2:30-3:00pm. My grandparents and dad also came with us, different hotel room. They bought dinner. I couldn’t stop pacing. It was hard to get to sleep.
Day of:
I naturally woke up way before my alarm, but continued to force myself back to sleep; it was the last time I could curl up and cuddle with my fiancé for a while. I needed that time. But I also couldn’t hold still for anything. We got up, I got comfy clothes on (red athletic shorts and a purple button down flannel. I looked fantastic, trust me), and continued to pace. We headed for the surgery center at about 7:45. The things we took to the center: a comfort blanket (literally any blanket you really like), a pillow, and my post op vest (this is important!). We got there, I got all checked in and paid my fees. I sat down for like… 2 minutes and was called back. Usual questions, urine sample (which was collected in a styrofoam cup??), got told to strip down except for underwear. Which I wasn’t wearing. So that was awkward but whatever. Put on the gown and surgery socks. Nurse took me to my bed and kept asking if I was cold. Honestly I was burning up. She said that’s pretty usual, we come in burning up and leave freezing. She got everything ready to start my IV. She numbed the area, commented on how nice my veins are, stuck me and blew the vein. I warned her that my veins don’t take nicely to IV needles. She profusely apologized and felt so bad about it. I kept telling her it was fine and I was expecting it to happen the first time. Second numbing, second stick, worked. More apologizing. She went and got my grandparents first. Saw the anesthesiologist. Grandparents left and my dad and fiancé came back to see me. Dr. Medalie came back, drew on me, talked a bit, was on his way. Anesthesiologist came back, he was an odd but funny guy. Maybe I just get his sense of humor. We talked a bit, his nurse came with him and started doing her thing. Anti-nausea via IV, another anti-nausea medicine via patch behind the ear (I usually get really sick from anesthesia). And then some relaxing medicine. I was so out of it when it hit, I don’t remember much. Wheeled back to the OR and remember them having some issue with my left arm board. Then I was in recovery. Dad told me to wake up and I flipped him off. I asked the nurse for water. And then to pee. And then for a warm blanket. I was surprisingly mobile and awake for just coming out of anesthesia. The nurse helped me get dressed and sat me in a chair while my discharge was being approved and they showed my fiancé how to empty my drains. My fiancé went to get her car and the nurse loaded me up, pillow behind my back and seat leaned back a bit and even put my blanket over me after getting my seatbelt on. Got back to the hotel, dad watched over me while my fiancé went to get my prescriptions. She got back, I took a pill, I slept most of that day. My waking moments were spent snacking on crackers, my drains being emptied, peeing, and watching The Weather Channel. It was the only thing on TV I could focus on. Until I passed back out.
The following days in Cleveland:
Drains being emptied, peeing, Weather Channel, Percocet, crackers, Powerade. I got up sometime Friday evening and went for a short walk with my fiancé. Sleeping post op in the hotel I was in a chair that had a footrest. YOU WILL NEED YOUR OWN SPACE TO SLEEP. My body pillow was perfect under my feet since the footrest was JUST too low for me. Had a pillow under my back, decently sized light blanket over me. I sleep hot, so we just brought a light blanket from home so I wouldn’t overheat, plus a comfort thing. We left Cleveland Saturday morning.
Back home:
I was still sleeping in a recliner. Body pillow next to me for one arm and a pile of blankets for the other. Again light blanket. We brought the recliner to the bedroom before we left home so my fiancé could have the bed while also being there if I needed anything in the middle of the night. Still emptying drains.
May 23, 2017 Goodbye drains:
My post op appointment. Take your narcotic about an hour before your appointment or before you go! Being on the road isn’t exactly comfortable. Plus it helps with whatever pain you have during the drain removal. I had to pee by time we got there so I went and then was in the room with his nurse Mary and my fiancé. Mary is really cool and pretty funny. Mary opened my vest and the feeling of being able to breathe was shocking. I didn’t realize it was that tight. Off came the foam (and probably all of my chest hair) and I could see my chest for the first time post op!
Seeing my chest:
After the foam was off, I looked down and the first thing out of my mouth was “oh. Woah. They’re gone”. Nothing can really prepare you for your reaction. I thought I was going to be over the moon and happy crying like the other guys who posted their reveal videos. But I wasn’t. There was this relief. Realization that I closed a chapter on a part of my life and this new one just started. I was happy, but not how it was going to happen in my head for so long. It was just pure relief. It was flatter than I thought (later to realize it was just from all the compression). A lot less “I got hit by a train” than I thought too. Dr. Medalie came in after my drains were pulled (will be discussed soon) and basically said I looked perfect and was good to go.
My next 10 days:
I’m a day away from day 10 post post-op (a day shy of 2 weeks post op) at the time of writing this. I was still sleeping in my recliner for a while and just got back into bed a few nights ago, surrounded by pillows and blankets to keep me from rolling. My mobility has greatly improved over the past few days. I take ibuprofen for any pain. I use ice packs when I’m really sore. I take dressing changes seriously since it’s a short time I can breathe and move. After tomorrow the steri-strips come off and I’m done with this compression vest. I can soak in a bath as long has my chest is above water. I use a cup to wet and rinse my upper body and hair. I use baby soap. I’ve been able to finally lay on my side with great care in the past like 2-3 days. Take it slow!
Let’s talk drains:
They absolutely suck. I’m pretty sure it was the worst thing about this whole process. They’re annoying. They’re weird. They hurt sometimes. I was so happy to finally get them out. Which is also a very odd feeling. It kinda pinches, kinda burns, kinda hurts. I don’t know how to really explain it. My left one actually hurt coming out, but I had armpit hair caught up in the suture and all that. Take the narcotic before you get them out. I was told to do that, and I’m glad I did.
How about those nips:
They’ll look really weird at first. Like ghost nips. Do the dressings EXACTLY as Mary tells you. You don’t wanna lose them. My nips are starting to scab, blister, and peel. THIS IS NORMAL. Just keep them dressed as explained by Mary and the paperwork she gives you. I have limited feeling in mine; I can feel the outer edges but not much on the inside. It’s really weird, but also normal. Not about nips but: as your chest hair grows back (they shaved my chest) it’s going to itch like no other.
Things I’m glad to have/have had:
Pillow(s), comfortable blankets, laxatives!!! (MILK OF MAGNESIA. Do yourself a favor and get it), ibuprofen, Gatorade/Powerade, slightly heavier blanket for my chest (in case the fur kids wanted to love on me), body pillow, open front shirts (get a few cheap shirts/tank tops and cut them open in the front)

To keep from stupid long posts in the future I’ll update more regularly. Thanks for reading and I hope it helps! Any questions, please ask!

Bad Liar- Chapter 3

I kinda went a little long on this chapter so enjoy! ALSO PLEASE DON’T BE MAD. I don’t know how to collapse the story so it doesn’t show up as long. I apologize! If anyone knows, PLEASE TELL ME!! Please let me know what you guys think, or if you have anything to say at all. I love hearing feedback! Thank you to everyone who has been reading this series. It means a lot to me. Xx

Genre: Fluff, Angst, and a little suggestive.

Jaebum/JB (GOT7) X Orginal Character

Collage/University AU

Warrnings: May cause slight heart break, and rage towards characters.

May contain: Brief mentions of BTS members.

Groggily I moved my arm, swinging it around, trying to blindly feel for my phone which wouldn’t stop beeping. The new semester meant waking up at 6am every morning for a 7:30am class; though luckily my classes ended by noon. Every ‘day one’ my first class was at 11am, and classes only lasted until 3:15pm. The only problem, I’m not a morning person. I get grumpy and agitated really easily until about 9am, then I start to properly wake up and join society as a happy person.

I got up after about 10 minutes of pep talking myself, chanting things like “if you get up today, you can see that cute Barista Jimin before class” and “If you don’t try to attempt murder, you can let yourself get ice cream from the convenience store after class.” After that I jumped in the shower, got dressed in some comfortable clothes, and did a little bit of makeup. I made a deal with myself to start letting my skin have a break on the days that I have class early. No more early morning cake-face, because once you get to university you start to realize sleep is extremely important and no one actually cares how you look early in the morning because everyone is just trying to stay awake to get their money’s worth out of the classes.

Around 6:45 I was almost ready to leave to the coffee shop; slipping on my black doc boots, when I notice I was basically monochrome dressed. Black skinny jeans and a grey shirt. Maybe I should try adding some color to wardrobe like Amie? She always wears such cute and colorful clothes. Maybe I could get more attention from boys if I was always cute like her and… What am I saying? Oh God maybe I’m getting jealous of her? Ugh, stop it. I’m fine the way I am, but… Okay, maybe some color in my wardrobe wouldn’t hurt. It would be better than looking like I’m going to a funeral all the time. I switch out the black jacket for an army green one, hoping that maybe I would look a little more approachable.

I slipped my contacts in last minute, and then grabbed my stuff before locking up. I was lucky now because this semester I have more time in the morning to get to my class. Living a little far away from school meant I got up around 6am for my 8:30am class, so this time it was nice having about half an hour to walk the equivalence of 2 parking lots. I could stop by the coffee shop, chat up the cute guy Jimin, and then head to class without worrying.

The little bell over the door rang as I walked in, a big smile on my face when I saw Jimin. I had gotten to know him a little better once he started working here 3 semesters ago. His dad owned the local coffee shop on campus, and he worked here almost every morning before his classes. He, unlike myself, was a morning person and didn’t mind waking up at 5am to open the shop at 6am. I would rather bathe in boiling water.

“Good morning Jimin!”

“Good morning Micah, you’re here early?” He smiled brightly.

“I moved on campus so I’ll probably be here a little more often, and a lot earlier than usual.”

“That’s cool. I’m glad to see you not as rushed and panicky like last semester.”

“Don’t remind me. Anyways, can I just get a Caramel Latte?” I said, biting my lip while thinking.

“Are you going to drink the whole menu this year as well?”

“We’ll see… Oh can I get a bagel too?”

Jimin ended up giving me the bagel for free as a little gift for being a very frequent customer. He wrote my name on the cup before tucking his light brown hair out of the way, and then resting the marker behind his ear. I sat down at the bar stool beside Jimin’s station munching away on the bagel as we continued to talk.
“There sure are quite a few customers in here already and it’s only ten minutes after seven…”

“Yup, we get some really interesting people here when we open and when we close. Like that guy in the right corner hiding under his duvet with his laptop? His name is Taehyung, his friends call him V. He’s been in here every morning for the past 2 weeks right when we open. Even before campus properly opened for classes. That’s his third cup of espresso in two hours, and if you watch closely… He only blinks every 20 to 30 seconds. Apparently, he’s retaking a class and is trying to prepare so he does well. I don’t think he’s slept in a few days. He keeps mumbling something about plants.”

“Maybe he’s doing something to do with plants?”

“He’s a visual art’s major…”

“Uh oh.”

“Yeah, I hope he’s okay though. He’s the reason I put emergency services on speed dial on the business phone,” Jimin laughed pointing to the phone by the register. I finished up my food before grabbing my bag and I was just about to head out the door when I heard Jimin call out, “Hey Micah, are you free this weekend?”

“Uh I think so?”

“Want to go see a movie or something?”

“Yeah, sure! Are you working tomorrow, I can give you my number then? I’ve got to go to class right now” I yelled.

“I’m always here, of course. If you show up, coffee is on me.”

“I’ll be there, bye Jimin!” I darted out the door and started rushing towards my class. I was a language major, my strongest second language being English. My first class on day two was advanced English language and grammar. Which I felt would be a little easier for me, but boy was I wrong. Who knew that American’s were so weird dropping the u in words like colour and neighbour? As well as having words that are spelt the same, but sound different? Live and live, read and read? What is this?! We also established partners for any class activities, which I went to my usual partner throughout the first few semesters we had together. Thank goodness Namjoon was in another one of my classes, because he was really good with English. Where he excelled, I didn’t… though where I excelled cough pronunciation cough he wasn’t AS great. I was better at pronouncing words, and talking without an extremely distinct accent.

After what felt like forever, my classes were finally over. All I wanted to do was go home and sleep but I guess the universe had a different plan because as soon as I got home Amie was hosting what looked like a party. Though it wasn’t any of her new friends, it was JB and the guys. Mark, Jackson, Jinyoung, Youngjae, Yugyeom, and BamBam. All 6 of JB’s close guy friends were in the living room packed around the built coffee table eating. It was a typical sight for me, just usually it took place at JB’s house. Youngjae was kicking everyone’s ass at video games like usual, while the others cheered him on. I saw Amie sat on the couch, pressed between JB and Yugyeom, with a bowl of chips in her hand.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?” I yelled over the TV. The game paused in an instant, all their eyes darting over to my position by the front door. No one had even noticed me coming in.

“Micah! You’re home, how are you?” Jackson smiled getting up from the floor and coming to give me a hug. He was the only one who really made an effort to come and greet me, which was a little unusual. Normally the guys were pretty excited to see me since I don’t get to see them often.

“I’m doing good. Class was boring… Amie how was your first day on campus?”

“It was fun. I went to that little café and got a coffee. The barista says he knows you!”

“Ah that’s Jimin, yeah he’s my friend. Oh by the way, we’re going to catch a movie this weekend. Do you want to come too?”

“Micah, that sounds like a date. Did you seriously just ask me to third wheel your date?” Amie smirked, raising her eyebrow.

“Micah has a date? With someone other than Jae…” Yugyeom announced before Jinyoung gave him a solid elbow to the ribs.

I rolled my eyes, “It’s not a date. Anyways, can you guys explain why you are all here?”

“You didn’t tell us you had a cute roommate who could cook!” BamBam, placing the controller down.

“I just got her yesterday, and I didn’t know she could cook.” “Well she’s great, you’re going to be seeing a lot of us if she’s here and making food. Try the pork buns!”

I sighed, walking over to the rest of the guys. I was going to sit down with them but with the 8 of them taking all the chairs and carpet space, it really didn’t seem like a welcoming environment. Amie shot me a small apologetic smile before answering the question in my head. “JB brought them over to surprise us. He said they are your friends too, and also thought it would nice to introduce them to me in the meantime.”

“It sure was a surprise…” I huffed. I threw my bag in my room, laying down on my bed for comfort. I just wanted sleep, or death at this point. This was starting to get a little annoying. I’m the kind of girl who likes a plan, and I don’t like drastic changes. When things don’t go the way as planned, I start to get agitated. My theoretical plan would be moving in with my childhood best friend, going to school, having this place as my relaxing safe space, and then JB’s place would be where I go for socializing. Now JB is here and brought the looney toon bunch with him…Plus my roommate is too much of a socializer to say no and turn them away.

“Micah? Are you coming back? Youngjae wants to verse you too!” Mark called from the doorway.

“I don’t have anywhere to sit” I exclaimed as I paced over to the group.

“Just sit on my lap, I don’t mind. I have strong thighs. Though I can stand if you want to sit down,” Jackson smiled sweetly. Some people would take that as a dirty suggestion, but Jackson was actually just a genuinely sweet guy.

“That’s not happening, Micah can sit here. I’ll stand…” JB interrupted, getting off the couch and moving to the side. I slid beside Amie, who still looked a little uncomfortable.

“So, what are we playing?”

“It’s a Grand Theft Auto death match,” Yugyeom replied passing BamBam’s controller over.

“Oh, you’re back playing this old game? I thought you guys would have been playing something new like Overwatch or something.”

“Hey why doesn’t Amie verse Micah?” JB asked. All the guys seemed to really like the idea of us playing.

“Okay, but just so you know I’m great at playing games” Amie replied, grabbing Youngjae’s remote.

“Getting cocky, are we? Care to make it a bet?”

“The winner gets something that belongs to the loser. Winner’s choice.”


“I should warn you Micah, I never lose.”

“Neither do I” I smirked.

Saturday rolled around faster than I anticipated. Even though the guys said they would be over frequently, I hadn’t seen them since Monday. Which was a good break I guess… At least I was able to focus on school more, and I even got to hang out with Amie. We went shopping together a little bit, she got her nails done while I watched. We just had some free time to reconnect and get back on the same page as before. We both had changed a lot, but the chemistry was still there for the most part. She told me stories about living in the UK, and in Sweden. Apparently, she felt kind of lonely and awkward being part of the minority compared to when she’s home in Korea. The world has differently beauty standards, and here… She’s considered model gorgeous, like one of the most glamourous looking idols.

I woke up a little late on Saturday morning to the sounds of Amie making breakfast. She was busy trying to make crepes, but she dropped the pan before it made its way to the stove top. I ran in to check on her, reassuring myself that she was okay.

“What the hell happened?”

“I was holding my phone and the pan in one hand, and then it buzzed which startled me and I dropped the pan” she said, lifting the pan off the floor, “thank goodness there was no crepe batter in there yet.”

I picked up her phone off the floor, the screen lighting up with a message, “Who’s Jae emoji peach?”

“Oh, it’s JB. Get it Jaebum? Jae-bum. As in peach emoji, because it looks like a booty.”

“Yeah, I-uh… I get it. So, what’s going on with him?”


“Are you guys like…?”

“We’re just friends for now. He is going to come over soon though, he said since you’re busy maybe we could hang out and go for dinner” she smiled into her phone, “You’re okay with that right?”

“Yeah why wouldn’t I be? I have a date with Jimin anyways.”

“Thank you again for being super cool with all of this. I really like JB, and I think he likes me too. I hope you don’t feel awkward about this…”

“Me? Awkward? Psssh. We’re history, done, the past is the past. I have absolutely no romantic feelings for him whatsoever.” Amie put a crepe on my plate, decorated with strawberries and crème. I instantly shoved it in my face, trying to keep myself from talking because this could go really bad, really fast.

“Hey do you want help getting ready for your date with Jimin? I obviously love doing makeup and hair for other people. I could help with an outfit too?” Amie suggested.

“Oh, I don’t want to burden you…”

“It’s not a problem at all. I mean I saw Jimin, that guy is the most aesthetically pleasing guy I’ve seen in a very long time. He’s super attractive and would look really cute with you. You should doll it up a little an impress him.”

“If you want to… Please don’t make me look too uncomfortable though. I still want to look like me” I begged.

At first, she tried to dress me like her. A white crop top with a floral skater skirt, and sandals. Which was a huge “nope” in my books. We argued a little bit over my outfit, and then she finally went to MY closet to look for clothes. We settled on a black tank top, light high-waisted shorts, and my army green jacket. Once the clothes were settled she finally submitted to making me, still look like me. The makeup was neutral colored, and she added more body into my hair.

“Now you have that more intense beach wave look. It suits you, and it’s cute” she smiled, letting me finally look at myself. I’m not going to lie, I was feeling pretty damn confident in myself right now. The best part was that I still looked like me, just a little cuter. “You’re a work of art, now hurry up Jimin is going to be here in a little bit. JB should be here in a few minutes as well.”

I texted Jimin, letting him know I was ready. He replied that he was almost at the campus, and that he’ll be here soon. A knock at the door brought me to my feet, rushing to the door with excitement. I was really hoping for a good reaction from Jimin, since he usually sees me sleep deprived and not at my best. “Hey Jimi… Oh it’s you.” “Well nice to see you too ‘Best Friend” JB mocked, giving me a slight hug while entering.

“Sorry I’m just waiting for Jimin and he said he’d be here soon so I assumed it was him.”

“Wow, I’m hurt. You’re not even excited to see me anymore. What have I done to deserve this kind of treatment?”

“You keep coming over uninvited?”

“That’s not the point,” he laughed. He gave me a quick scan before returning his eyes back to mine, “You look good. Trying to impress a guy I assume?”

“Well now that I’m back in the dating game, I guess I better put some effort into it.”

“Admit it, I ruined you” Jaebum laughed, shaking his head side to side in a joking matter.

“You completely destroyed me, I’ll never be the same now” I rolled my eyes, cracking a huge smile.

“Seriously though Micah, you look good. I’m happy for you.” I felt a blush creep over my cheeks before adverting my eyes to the front door as the knocking sound protruded from it.

“Well I better go, I’ll see you later. Have fun with Amie, not too much fun though!”

“Same with you!” He called after me, as I closed the door behind him. He only caught a glimpse of Jimin’s face, the two of them sending each other a small smile.

Jimin was a kind guy, and was super sweet. You could tell by his little actions that he was super careful with every move, and he was also very caring and adorable. We saw a puppy running around in the parking lot after it escape from its owner, and oh my Lord, I’ve never seen a man act cuter with a puppy before. It made me want to plant a huge kiss on his plump lips, and squeeze him to death. Jimin was so kind to every person we met, making sure to say thank you and respectfully greet the people we came in contact with.

I got to know the little details about him and his life. His family had been running the little coffee shop his grandmother opened, on the side of their everyday jobs. Jimin had offered to basically take over as manager for the mornings because of his classes, and the pay was really good because of number of “hangry” students that stopped by. The most interesting thing I had learned about him was that he was actually a contemporary dancer, and could sing as well. Though he was too shy to sing in public, and promised to sing for me another time.

The date as a whole was really good, I enjoyed myself. Though there was a tiny piece of me who also couldn’t deny that we didn’t really have the relationship chemistry. He was an amazing guy, and he was really attractive, but we were also, really different. He was a morning person who cared so much about other, and was this bubbly ray of sunshine. Myself on the other hand, was a night owl who would cause murder if I was awoken too early for my own liking. I also had the tendency to be a little bit of a moody person and sometimes I can act like a total jerk. That was kind of the reason JB and I worked well together. We were always watching out for each other when our personalities were at their worst. We also understood how each other felt because we both know how it feels.

Maybe I wasn’t acting being sarcastic when I said JB ruined me, because there was a little bit of truth to that. I was always kind of comparing guys to JB. I realize now that maybe I just need to talk to JB about it. We never really had a proper conversation after the break up. We just instantly went back to friends, and just swept the feelings under the rug. Maybe it was time that we talk about things, especially if the two of us feel it’s time to properly start moving on. I couldn’t do that to Jimin anyways. That’s the worst thing I could probably do; starting a relationship with him before I even properly figure out my feelings for my best friend.

Jimin dropped me off at my dorm, which was still empty at the time. I invited him in for a little bit to thank him for taking me out and share some of the cake we bought from the bakery before we arrived. In the end, the evening was really nice. I had fun, and promised that we’d hang out a little more… as friends. I gave him a big hug before saying goodbye. It hadn’t been more than a minute or two when I noticed he had left his headphone on the counter. I grabbed them, slipping on my shoes and swung open the door. As soon as I lifted my head I was stunned to see two bodies in front of me. JB and Amie, planting a deep kiss on each other.

Today’s doodle comes with a short story! Written by yours truly! Aw yis!

You and Murdoc are sitting in the living room of the Gorillaz temporary apartment. You’re listening to music together. You both decided to have some drinks.

“Aw this one’s one'a my favorites” the green man slurred, scratching the side of his crooked nose and leaning back in his chair. “Reminds me of Stoke. All the best parts'a that place were th’ worst parts of it, catch my drift?" 

You nodded, taking a huge gulp of your glass of rum. The two of you hadn’t spent time like this together in a while. You were comfortably slumped against the wall on the floor. You grinned and looked up from your eyelashes, eyes squinting.

"The worst parts of you are the best parts of ya, I getchya.” You brought your glass to your lips, but paused and lowered it, pausing a moment before drawing a breath. You stared at the liquid gently sloshing as you moved it while you spoke.

“It’s where all the inspiration comes from, I think. The good moments, the best parts of your life? Well you kinda just cherish those. Like, you feel like if you write about them, they can be taken away from you. You wanna keep them good, so you just tuck them away quietly. So that no one can touch ‘em.”

You felt him staring at you. He was leaned forward, listening intently. Your face burned hotly. You whipped your stare back at your drink.

He chuckled under his breath and lifted his own drink, and your heart twinged. Was that, an actual smile?

“Here’s to those moments, yeah?" 



The House of Beasts, Part 2

Part 2! Like I said, updates may be a little slow, but at least I have all my main ideas and plot points in mind, so it should move along pretty easily. Thanks for all the love!

Summary: Prythian University, the grounds where frat houses wage wars and throw the best parties yet. Feyre, an art student and girlfriend to the Head of House of the Spring House, discovers secrets everyone’s been keeping from her for the last year and a half. An ACOTAR/ACOMAF AU, which begins as Feylin then evolves into Feysand. Begins as ACOTAR, includes AU of Under the Mountain, but will focus more on Acomaf.

Word Count: 2393 words

Once again, thank you all for withholding any hate and supplying only constructive criticism (I really need it!) and sending any requests, suggestions, etc.  

Disclaimer: All characters and some direct and or modified quotes belong to Sarah J Maas, as well as some of the plot points. I take no credit for them whatsoever

Part 2: Coffees

“I think this is the part where you thank me for saving your ass,” the man said, leaning against the white brick wall. “I’ll wait for you to take your time drooling, though. I know I’m dreamy.”

Blood flushed my cheeks. “Prick. I was going to thank you but I guess not.” I pivoted on my heel to walk away, but he simply kept following.

“Don’t walk away, darling. I was just being funny,” he continued, but my footsteps didn’t relent. The pool was trashed, as it always was around this time of the night for a party, beer cans mixing in with all the dead leaves and brush that had been swept into it. His footsteps rang out against the cement as he relentlessly trailed me to the patio, blabbering on the whole time how he just wanted to talk to me, when I plunked myself on a chair.

“Sit. Talk. Then leave. I’m really not in the mood right now.”

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thats got to hurt - S.M - part 2

part 1 here

I woke up to the soft sound of a guitar being played. I lay curled on my side; the soft mattress lay underneath. It felt as if I was laying on clouds. My head rested partly in my hand and on the pillow. I had grey blankets pulled up tightly around me. I groaned, but didn’t open my eyes. The bed was just too soft and comfortable. It felt like I was sleeping in the air, with clouds as blankets. But then it occurred to me my bed isn’t this soft. Its soft but not this soft. Where the hell am I? the music was lost of me, I had just figured it was someone playing downstairs. 

I groaned again when I rolled over, and my head started to hurt. I brought my hand softly to my head. I felt a huge lump on my head.

“fuck sake” I ground out.

“you really do love that word” a voice from the corner room spoke, causing me to jump up in the bed. However, the fast movement cause my head to shoot a bolt of pain through my body and I whimpered at it.

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(I’m so sorry about all the gifs but you guys don’t understand my love for Data. He’s my whole life. AND AGAIN I FALL FOR A CHARACTER WHO NOBODY WRITES FIC ABOUT? I’m dying, guys. Really.)

You’d been sharing quarters with Data for a long time. He sat at the computer, played music and read while you slept because he didn’t need to. He liked the fact it brought you comfort and peace while you slept. So it didn’t surprise you to walk into your quarters and see Data sitting in his computer chair. He’d just received his emotion chip and you were happy for him, of course, but he’d been acting weird. 

“Hey, Data.” you said, putting your hand on his shoulder. He turned around, his Sherlock Holmes pipe in his mouth. “How do you feel?” you asked, looking down at him. 

“What? Fine, I am grrrreat!” he sang. 

“What?” you laughed at his odd behavior. 

“I am great, Y/N. Fit as a fiddle. I am good, fine. Estoy bien.” he nodded, standing up to put distance between the two of you. 

“Are you sure? You’ve been acting pretty weird lately.” 

“May I be honest with you?” Data sighed, taking the pipe out of his mouth and returning to his chair, becoming himself again. 

“Of course, Data.” you told him. “Always.” 

He smiled at you as you sat perched on the stool you kept beside his chair so you could watch him work. You grabbed his hand and held it in support. “I spoke with counselor Troi today.” he began. “Like you asked me too.” he added.  

“Good…” you encouraged him to elaborate. 

“I know I have been acting quite out of character since I had my chip installed.” he agreed, looking up at you. “It appears…” he started. 

“Data,” you tilted your head in concern. “Data, what did she say?” 

He laughed in an odd way. “It seems I am experiencing nervousness for the first time.”

“There’s nothing to be worried about.” you assured him. 

“I am not entirely sure how to put this, Y/N. We have been such good friends for so long. We do everything together and now I understand what it means to be happy. I feel at a great loss for not being able to experience it with you for so long…” he paused. “But there are other things- feelings that I am troubled for missing out on. Feelings like joy and even nervousness. As well as longing and… love.” he breathed. “I love you, Y/N.” 

“You love me?” 

“I do.” he answered and his head ticked to the side as he stood up with his hand on his abdomen. His yellow eyes flickered around the room avoiding you. 

“Data, what’s wrong?” 

“I am afraid.” he choked. “I am devastated.” 

“Why are you so upset, Data?” 

“Is this what it is like learn the one you love does not love you back. Throughout the years scholars have misplaced the feeling entirely, the pain is not in my heart, Y/N. I feel pain somewhere here.” he pointed to his stomach. “And my head, Oh!” 


“I want it out. Take it away, Y/N. Remove the chip I do not wish to ever feel again. What benefit is this chip, these emotions if I do not get to experience it all with you?” 

“Data, will you just-” 

“No I will not ‘just’, Y/N. I’ve had this chip for a week and I want it out. I only wanted it in the first place so I could love you the way you deserve but you do not love me.” 

“Data, I never said that.” 

“I hate this chip, I wish I had neve- Sorry?”

“I never said I didn’t love you.” 

“But you-” you hushed him, stopping the frantic flow of his words with your lips sealing against his. You’d never felt his frame so relaxed, the metal bone structure under his silicone skin felt so… human… Just like everything he was feeling. He’d touched you so many times before, held you close when you asked him to but he’d never been able to feel it before. The temperature of your skin, the texture, the marks and bumps, sure. But he’d never felt you. He never felt your warmth, not just the temperature but your personal warmth that radiated safety and assurance that there was no one else in the entire universe that you wanted to be with. He had never noticed how gentle your touch was, how loving. 

“I love you too, Data.” 

Three girls came into my ER last night, I have no idea what they are

by reddit user somenurse193433

So I’ve been working at the same hospital for years now as a nurse in the ER. I’ve seen a lot of things, all kinds of horrific shit, blood and gore and just about every household item you can think of inserted into some guy’s rectum. I’ve seen limbs ripped off, I’ve seen intestines coming out… almost ten years working in an ER and you’re going to see a lot. You’re going to be hard to shake.

But last night something happened, some girls came in, and I’ve never been scared like this. I’ve never had that feeling of I have no fucking idea what’s going on with this patient the way I have with these three girls.

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‘Well sweetheart, your wish is my command’

[I keep saying I’ll do a one shot for another member but Namjoon is a bias wrecker so here you go. I will probably put up a Yoongi one shot tomorrow though. Gang AU is going well, I’m debating a fanfic for one of the members but I can’t think about commitment cause it’s Sunday. Someone shoot me please]

Genre: Gang AU

Member: Kim Namjoon

Description: When a blonde haired gangster threatened you into showing up for a nice evening meal at a fancy restaurant you didn’t know what to expect. But when he gave you an offer you couldn’t refuse, it was either that or staring down the barrel of a gun.

Warning: Same old same old. Swearing, violence, Namjoon being a suggestive little shit.

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 4 I Part 5 I Part 6

Part 3:

The sounds of chatter surrounded the table, clinks of silver cutlery on china plates a sharp sound that pierced through the murmur of conversation that flooded the restaurant. 

You counted six waiters, standing near the walls, ready to jump at the chance to serve overly priced main courses to obnoxious patrons with too much cash to spare and too little life experience. They were dressed in black, suit and ties, all of them male.

There were five at the table next to you, a rowdy group of thirty something’s who seemed to be a bit more than tipsy. One women kept calling her husbands name and you swore he was ignoring her on purpose.

You counted four chandeliers, hanging above head, shiny ornate detailing having imprinted itself onto the giant structures. They were gold and bright and you found yourself not wanting to look away. It seemed gold was the restaurants theme, rich, just like the patrons that infested it. Were they really rich though?

Three windows were near the front of the restaurant, giving the grey outside world a glimpse into the grand golden room. You did not sit near them.

Two glasses of wine stood on the table, filled with a red liquid that you knew you would drink more of as the night progressed. Two was too little on your account. Not that alcohol would make your situation any better.

And there was one scolwing man seated across from you.

“Have you gone deaf?” he asked, eyebrows raised “I asked you a question”

No. He had demanded an answer more like.

“It’s fine” you said after a few minutes, gesturing to the meal in front of you “Honestly”

“Are you sure? We can always send it back if you’re unhappy-”

You’d had enough of his games and you butted in with a brief “It’s nice. Really”

For the past half hour he had been the perfect gentleman.

When you arrived at your table, he had stood smiling that deadly smile of his. He wore a suit, like always , this time a cobalt tie had replaced his usual grey one. When you moved to sit down he was too quick and he was already behind your chair, helping you push it in.

He made small talk with you as you browsed the menu. You could get whatever you wanted. That’s what he’d told you. All you wanted to do was leave. When the waiter arrived he said please and thank you and it was one of the strangest thing you’d ever seen.

He was just so normal.

But when you’re main courses were taken away and Namjoon had ordered dessert for you both, he had turned to you with a serious expression.

And so the games have ended, you thought.

“So” he stated, still as nonchalant as ever “Let’s get down to negotiation”

He pulled on the cuffs of his white shirt, pulling them down as he extracted a packet of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. His hands effortlessly brought the death stick to his mouth once he had lit it and took a long drag, before he breathed out the addictive nicotine, now smoke. He sighed, getting comfortable in his chair.

“You’ve probably assumed the worst by now” he stated, pointing at you with the cigarette he held between his fingers “Not that I’d really blame you”

“That night on the bus was a fluke really. Carelessness on my part for not seeing you, misfortune on yours. And now you have my name. Which most people know already, but the problem is you have my face too. And to be honest that’s not a big problem most of the time, cause anybody whose seen me I usually know. And the rest end up with bullet holes in their heads”

He tipped the debris from the cigarette into the ash tray on the table, still talking like he was telling you about his day.

“On any other day I’d have put a bullet square between your eyes but you’re in luck. I’m a gracious man and I’ve decided that you’re pretty face doesn’t need a closed casket funeral and I’ve decided to offer you a solution to our little predicament”

You stared at him then, waiting for his reply. The seconds ticked by and you felt sicker by the minute. And you were beginning to feel less and less sure as to why you were even there in the first place. 

“You can pretend to be my fiancé”

You had expected a possible demand that you’d move, possibly a death threat, though he’d sort of given you that already. You were expecting something, anything but that.

“What?” you had asked, your shocked tone making him chuckle.

“Oh sweetheart, don’t look so surprised. I just need you for a day or two, that’s all. Then I’ll forget about you and you can forget about me. Quite frankly my parents have been bugging me about marriage for quite some time now and you were just the perfect opportunity. Most women I’m acquainted with they already know so that idea was down the drain and I can’t exactly walk in the door with a hooker on my arm now can I?”

He continued, despite your confused look.

“It allows me an easy cop out and well, this is just the compensation we talked about”

It wasn’t compensation for you, like you had assumed. It was for him. 

“I think it’s a much nicer solution then me having to kill you. Besides, you’ve seen one of the most wanted faces in the country, you can’t have expected to have walked away without any consequences”

You had assumed this dinner was to make sure you’d keep quiet. Make sure you wouldn’t tell anyone about your meeting with the devil himself, but no. Your assumptions were shattered and you realized you were in far more danger than you had thought before. Because he already had the reassurance you wouldn’t say anything, you were scared out your wits being in his presence and he was guaranteed silence already.

“So sweetheart, what do you say?” he asked, raising his glass of wine to you in a mocking tone.

He knew he had you. You were his puppet now. He could do whatever he wanted with you. And you would have to smile and obey because if not, you’d end up just like the rest.

Face down in alleyway left for dead.

“I want my ring to be big” was all you muttered bitterly, your eyes staring at your own glass of wine.

“Well sweetheart, your wish is my command” he replied in a sarcastic tone, downing the rest of his drink.

And you almost laughed at the bitter irony of his statement.

... And Found (Part 2) [Lafayette x Reader]

Characters: Lafayette x Reader, John Laurens

Length: 935+ words


A/N: Here’s Part 2! And I kinda lied bc I didn’t end up using the song I originally thought I was going to be using, but it took me FOREVER to choose a song. After changing the songs around for the millionth time, I ended up with this. I hope you guys like it! It doesn’t have my usual level of angst, but I thought you guys would need a break from the constant heartbreak. 

(Part 1)

It’s been a few more weeks since you sent that text to Gilbert, and you couldn’t be happier. You had taken small steps to getting out of the house before him, going up to play at the bar was one of them, but this decision to interact with someone else was a step you didn’t not see foresee. But you were happy. Meeting up with Gilbert again reminded you why you liked him so much. He never pushed you to talk about anything you weren’t comfortable with, and he made you laugh. You laughed more in that two hours with him than you have in the past year!   

You reached out, and held his hand. “Thanks, Laf.” 

“For what?” he asked with that smile he had plastered on his face.   

“For hanging out with me,” you said with a shrug.   

“Any time, mon ami.”   

“Will you be at the bar this Wednesday?”   

“Of course. When have I ever missed your performance?”   

You thought about it, and you realized Gilbert has never missed a performance. He might have been late to a few, but he had never failed to show up.   

“What are you singing?” 

“That’s a secret,” you replied with a cheeky smile.   

“But I’m your number one fan!” he exclaimed, feigning offence.   

You laughed, throwing your head back. “Hey! If I knew myself, I would tell you. I guess you’ll have to show up to find out.” 

“I guess I do.” There was a comfortable silence before Gilbert spoke again. “How are you feeling, Y/N?” 

This was Gilbert’s way of asking if you were alright. He’s always been patient with the way you were taking things. You spoke to him about your rut, and the things that went down in the past few months. “Everything’s good.” 

“I’m glad,” he commented with a smile. “You are so strong, you know? You go through these had times, and you don’t lose your smile.” 

“Well, I did for a while.“ 

“But you fought against yourself, and you came out stronger.”   

“Thank you, Laf. I couldn’t do it without you.”   

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anonymous asked:

I was just scrolling and happened to see your adorable kitty video. Thank you so much for posting it. I lost my little black cat about two years ago, and seeing your video brought her right back. She had the same little ear-eye bald spot as your kitty! Anyway, your cat is beautiful, and thank you for sharing those few moments. The video made me cry a bit, but in the happiest of ways.

awe I’m sorry to hear about your kitty! I’m glad my cat could bring you comfort! she probably brings you more comfort than she does for me considering right after I posted the video she kicked me out of the chair lol

As I walk into the forest I had noticed a beautiful woman with big soft natural breasts sitting on a set of stairs. Something was weird with me, it felt like I couldn’t move as soon as I made eye contact with her body. It was like I was being hypnotized… controlled by her body. I couldn’t stop staring at her big beautiful tits. I walked up to her feeling like her body told me to walk up to her…. then she had spoken to me…

“My… what’re you doing walking around my sacred forest alone? Are you lost? Would you like River to help you find your way?”

I couldn’t speak any clear words to her from the sight of her big tits so I nodded my head in agreement..

“You must be exhausted from all that walking around and you want to stay here with me do you? You don’t want to go do you pet? You want to stay here with River. You want to belong to River…”

Again I couldn’t speak any word to her from being mesmerized by her beautiful body… as I tried to say something she had walked up to me and place her finger on my lips and said to me…

“Sssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhh…. it’s okay pet. You don’t need to say anything. Your mind and eyes speak for me telling me that you want to belong to me… ;) Come inside pet… come stay with River…”

She had take my hand and had me follow her to her beautiful home where I may live for Goddess River.

As I walked inside she brought me into a room with a chair in the middle of the room. Goddess looked into my eyes and asked of me…

“Sit down onto the chair my pet… Relax onto the chair for me.”

I had responded saying, “Yes Goddess River… I must obey…”

As I sat down onto the chair, Goddess River grabbed some silky rope and tied me down onto the chair and made it very tight. She wanted to make sure that I was tied comfortably before her.

“Comfortable my pet? I sure hope so… You’re not going anywhere for a while…. You’re going to go deeper for your goddess…”

“Yes my goddess… I obey only to River….”

“Very good my pet… now I want you to stare at my beautiful soft breasts… watch as I touch them… squeeze them… sway them in front of your face…”

Goddess River made me stare deep into her breasts for two hours and I felt such full of lust, deepness, and mesmerized by her big tits that I had forgotten who I was…

“Who am I? What am I? What is my reason for being here?

Goddess River answered me back…

“You are Goddess River’s pet, her slave, and most importantly you reason for being here is that you belong to River… You want to stay here and worship your Goddess forever. You want to make River happy and in return you will become happy too for pleasing your goddess. Now… say it pet. Say that you belong to River.

Without question I responded…

“I belong to River, I am here to make River Happy, River is my queen, the only woman that I must worship. I want to go deeper and come to her beautiful big soft breasts always…”

Pleased Goddess River had said to me…

“Mmmmm very good boy… You belong to me and you cannot resist my tits. Why would you want to? It makes you feel so good to make your Goddess happy pet..”

Losing control of my lower body, I orgasmed at the thought of Goddess River’s tits controlling me and going deeper for her.

Squirming into the chair that I’ve been tied up in, Goddess River came to me and said…

“Hmmmm someone had made a mess in their pants haven’t they? At least this shows how much power I have over you pet ;) *giggles*”

“Now… let me get you out of that so that you can begin your long journey for you Goddess River pet.”

She had removed the silky rope bondage off of me and had taken my hand again and had me follow her to the light…

This was a dream I had during the middle of night. After that I couldn’t go back to sleep again, I had to share my thoughts for my Queen River. I belong to River. River is my addiction.


Man Up

“What the -” Dean heard the crash in the hall and rolled out of bed, grabbing his gun and opening the bedroom door. What he found wasn’t what he was expecting. You were sitting on the floor, your right leg wrapped in a cast extended in front of you, your left leg curled inward toward you. You were leaning back on your hands, pouting like a small child. “Y/N, you just had surgery on that leg! What are you doin’ out of bed? Where are your crutches?” Dean knelt down next to you, putting his hand on your back for support. You lifted your hands, pointing in two different directions where your crutches had scattered. 

“I just…I wanted pizza.” It came out slurred and you leaned your head against him, sniffling a little bit, clearly still feeling the anesthesia and the pain medicine. 

“It’s 2:30am.” Dean chuckled. “And I don’t think we have pizza. I think we have burgers though. You want some burgers?” You nodded against his neck, taking in a deep breath. “Alright, I’m gonna carry you, ok? You didn’t hurt anything when you fell did you?”

“Don’t think so.” Dean lifted you up in one fluid motion and put you on the couch, coming back with burgers and soda for both of you. Once you were done eating you shifted a bit on the couch, wincing in pain. You tried to hide it, but Dean took notice, grabbing your pain pills from the table. 

“Here, before it gets worse.” You took one willingly and Dean waited a few minutes for it to start working before he scooped you off the couch into his arms. He was warm and comfortable. Despite your better judgment, you buried your face in his chest, inhaling deeply. 

“You smell nice.” You murmured. 

“Wow, those pills really do a number on you, huh?” Dean laughed, kicking open the door to what you thought was your room. He laid you down on the bed and crawled in next to you.

“What are you doing?” You questioned, through the fog in your brain. 

“I brought you to my room. I hope that’s ok.” Dean explained. “That way if you need anything you won’t fall again. You can just tell me and I’ll get it. Plus, my mattress is more comfortable. I can sleep in the chair if you want.” 

“No, stay.” You mumbled, reaching out and pulling him toward you. Secretly, that’s what he’d hoped you would say. He couldn’t have been more happy when you cuddled up to him and buried your face in his chest, drifting off to sleep. Secretly, he hoped that this was something you had always wanted but had been too scared to admit. 

“I love you, Y/N.” Dean whispered into your ear as you slept. “And I promise when you wake up tomorrow I’m finally gonna man up and tell you.” 

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How Much Time Do You Have? *Stiles Stilinski*

Originally posted by itsbecauseteenwolf

*So guys this is a new fic I’m working on. It should be around 3-5 parts. Im not sure yet, but I hope you enjoy it and pleaseeeee tell me what you think. Also this part doesn’t have smut but the other parts will. The rating is for the overall series. Thanks!!! (:*

Pairing: Stiles x Reader (The reader has a name in this, btw)

Rating: M (Mature)

Warning: Kissing? None really

A special thanks to @obrosey-af for proofreading it for me :)

I couldn’t keep my mind off of her. She affected everything I did and every choice I made. But why? She wasn’t mine, not yet at least. Normally talking to females was an easy task for me. It didn’t take long before I had them completely smitten, but she was different. And all of a sudden I found myself actually wanting to get to know her. I wanted to have late night conversations about her fears, what she believes in, her family, her life, just everything. I wanted to know everything about her. She absorbed my thoughts, hell she was even in my dreams. Some more explicit than others. As I stared at my ceiling I couldn’t help but recall the first day we met.

Harrison was talking on and on about something I couldn’t care less about. I woke up late and didn’t get a chance to grab any food so as you could guess, I was starving. The only thing on my mind was food and how quickly I’d be able to get some. That was until someone stumbled through the door. I saw red hair and I sat up in my seat to get a better look at our new student. She wore simple black jeans and a maroon crewneck.

“M'sorry I’m so late, I got a bit lost on the way here” She mumbled, still struggling to hold her books together.

Harrison just nodded and ushered for her to find a seat. She looked around before her eyes landed on the seat next to me. She made her way over and gave me a small smile. I was happy that the only seat available was next to me, but it only made me more nervous knowing that she’s probably going to be sitting with me for the rest of the year. As she slid into the seat I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her. Her red hair was cut into layers, the shortest piece falling just above her shoulder, her lips were covered in this berry colored lipstick, and eyeliner adorned her eyelids. I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts when my stomach decided to make a dying whale sound, causing everyone to look back at me.

“Mr. Stilinski…. You may leave the class if you need to” Harrison said causing half of the class to erupt in a fit of giggles.

“I’m good” I mumbled and he continued his rant on chemicals or some shit. I focused on picking at my nails and avoiding eye contact with the new girl, whose name I had to learn. It wasn’t long before a granola bar was shoved in my face, literally poking me in the nose.

“Oh gosh I’m so sorry” She whispered and I smiled taking the granola bar from her. “I’m a bit of a klutz but I always have food so there” She made sure to keep her voice low so that she wouldn’t get in trouble. I gave her another smile and said thank you before I devoured the snack.

And every day since she would bring me a granola bar and coffee or something that I could eat. No matter how many times I told her that it wasn’t necessary, she wouldn’t listen. I learned that her name was Rhea, her mother was Indian and her father was Greek so the name fit both sides of her culture. In Sanskrit her name meant streaming/flowing and in Greek Mythology it was the name of Zeus’ mother. I learned a lot about her in the last week actually, but we only talked in school. I learned that she dyed her hair red because of father told her not too, she moved to California with her mother after she found out her dad was having an affair, she has a best friend who lives here named Erica, but she likes to be called Er, I think that’s the same Erica that Isaac is dating. We spent lunch together every day since she got here, and she quickly took a liking to Scott and Lydia. They’ve expressed their liking to her multiple times as well.  Isaac and his girl went on some vacation thing and they’ll be back at school tomorrow, I’ll have to introduce her just in case that is her best friend.


It’s been two weeks since Rhea’s been here, turns out Erica was her best friend, they’ve spent a lot of time together. She’s currently tucked under my arm, while we watched Star Wars. She’s never seen it and I can tell she’s bored, but she won’t say anything because of my love for the movie.

“Wanna play a game?” I asked turning to her, sitting crisscross on the couch. She mimicked my actions and nodded rapidly.

“20 Questions? I still want to know more about you, I promise I won’t overstep my boundaries” The softest giggle left her mouth and I swore my heart stopped. I don’t think I’ve ever had actual feelings for a girl. Then she comes along and everything I’ve ever believed is just thrown out the window. I’ve never even had a girl over at my place and for the past few days she’s always been here. I’m fucked, utterly fucked.

“It’s okay Stiles, you can ask what you want, I’m comfortable enough around you” I still wasn’t going to overdo it, I didn’t want her to think I only wanted one thing from her.

“Okay we’ll start off simple, Favorite TV show?”

“Law&Order: SVU, it’s so good Stiles!! You have to watch it. Olivia Benson is my Idol.” She squealed and I couldn’t stop the grin forming on my face. She was too cute, she always got this excited when she talked about things she loved.

“Okay my turn…. Why haven’t you tried anything with me yet?” What? Her question caught me off guard and I probably looked like a dear caught in headlights.

“W-What do you mean?” I stuttered out.

“I mean why haven’t you tried anything? I don’t wanna sound cocky or rude, it’s just that you’re pretty popular right….” She looked down and fiddled with her fingers before continuing.

“I know I’m not the best looking girl out there, so I shouldn’t expect you to try something, but I just, I mean. Nevermind.” She looked back up at me “You can ask now”

I shook my head and scooted up closer “No, ask what you were gonna ask….”

She took a deep breath and averted her eyes from mine. “Okay, fine. Why do you hang out with me? I’ve uh heard things. You’re a player, you sleep around, and um stuff like that. So why do you hang out with me if you haven’t tried anything?”  She paused taking a deep breath.

“All I do is sit here and ramble on and on about myself and you seem to enjoy it but why? You have so many girls throwing themselves at you, but you’re hanging out with a Virgin. Someone who doesn’t know anything of how to please you.” She paused again as if she was putting her words together.

“Like fore example you have much more exciting friends, for god’s sake you were supposed to go to Lydia’s party tonight but instead you’re here watching Star Wars with me….” Her voice got smaller as she finished speaking.

I had no idea she felt this way. Did she really think she was boring? All that crap she said earlier about not being the best looking girl and what not is complete bullshit because she’s breathtaking. Who told her I was a player? My face must’ve been contorted into some weird expression because she soon spoke up again.

“Look Stiles, don’t get angry. Forget I said anything, yeah?” I shook my head and scooted back into the corner of the chair making her scoot closer to me.

I wasn’t mad that people told her about my “ways”, I was mad that she was doubting herself. I should be happy that she’s comfortable enough to tell me this information, but I don’t want her thinking that way. Ever. Once again I was brought out of my thoughts by her. This time she climbed up onto my lap so that her legs were on either sides of my body.

“Stop thinking about it, let’s just watch Star Wars and forget I said anything” She pouted and while her actions were completely innocent, I couldn’t help the feeling that made its way to my crotch. My hands flew to her hips to softly push her off me but that never happened, my eyes kept flicking from her eyes to her lips and I wasn’t aware of how much I was inching towards her.

“Stiles…” She whispered and I stopped moving completely. “Should I stop….” I murmured.

When she didn’t say anything and slowly brushed my lips against hers, searching her eyes for any signs of rejection or doubt. When I didn’t find any, I fully pressed my lips onto hers. They were soft, just like I imagined and the moved perfectly against mine. I moved my hands up to cup her face because I didn’t want them roaming to places they shouldn’t go. I wanted to take my time with her, I wanted to prove that she actually meant something to me. Normally I’d use my words but she literally makes me speechless, every single time I look at her.

My teeth grazed against her bottom lip and she parted her mouth with a low moan. Her fingers tangle themselves in my hair as my tongue slips into her mouth. Not long after I pulled away because apparently my breathing and kissing skills don’t go hand in hand. I was breathing heavily looking up at her and I think she surprises both of us when her lips came in contact with my neck. The bulge in my khakis definitely became more prominent and if she only moved her hips the slightest bit she’d feel it too. I didn’t want her to believe it was only about sex, and I definitely didn’t want her to believe the things she’s heard about me. So I slowly push her off my and lay her on the couch.

“If we keep this up I don’t know If I’ll be able to stop myself” Her lips were swollen, and slightly more red than they normally are. She looked up at me with her Doe eyes and I decide then, that I’m going to call her Bambi.

“I’m s-sorry, do you not want to” She stuttered and I shook my head quickly.

“No no no, I want this. I really want this. But you haven’t done anything like this before. And I really want to take my time with you” I whispered, hovering over her to place a kiss on her lips.

“I promise, we’ll get there. Okay Bambi” She giggled at the nickname and nodded.

“Thanks Stiles” She kissed my cheek “But you never told me why you hang out with me”

I laughed and sat up properly, pulling her up after.

“How much time do you have?”

Prey For Me

The following is an excerpt of the sixth chapter of my still unnamed and WIP Fallout 4 fic.

TW: Graphic depictions of Violence, Profanity

The title of this excerpt has been brought to you by Korn and does not share the title of the chapter it originates from.

Caldwell sat on his throne, a comfortable chair furnished with deathclaw leather and limbs, his head resting in his hands. Before him, the leads of the Big Three stood. There had been an incident between their respective gangs, members of each coming to blows in the middle of the marketplace.

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 AJ Styles/OC. For Anon: Smuttiness where you, an interviewer, aren’t very familiar with AJ Styles before he came to the WWE, yet find yourself with a crush. The crush is only made worse when you watch his previous stuff, finding him with short hair even sexier. You embarrass yourself when you blurt this out during one of your interviews with him, but your master plan of avoiding him forever fails when thanks to the female superstars you end up pushed in his dressing room to find him with short hair (and a towel).

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Enchanted: Part 4

Summary: Silence was something you had gotten used to living in as a half-deaf high school student. Your life was dull and your voice never used. You didn’t hate it; hell, it was your own choice. You just never understood the point in speaking if people weren’t going to listen.

Now, after finding a high school sweetheart, you feel like your old self again. Your life remains imperfect all the same, but at least you could find happiness. After a tragic event leaves your godsend of a gift in shambles, you’re taught a valuable lesson by the teacher life itself.

Silence can be a beautiful thing.

Originally posted by fourteenyearswithpain

Notes: Part 4 is here, guys! I hope you like it :) Huge thanks to the cuties MK and Claire (@falling-for-fandoms )! You beauts are a gift <3 

**as stated before, I am NOT trying to romanticize this kind of thing**

Pairing: romantic Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k+

Song: Daughter - Smoke

Warnings: Angst, hospitals, talk of death, panic attack, crying, yeah..

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“You should really get some sleep,” Sam stood with his shoulder pressed against the doorway, arms crossed. His voice was gentle and coaxing, though you could feel a soft argument arising if you objected.

2 days. 2 days since Dean was first rushed to the hospital, and you felt like you were slowly going mad with despair. 2 days he’s been asleep with a head injury that you didn’t quite understand, nor did you care to learn about. You heard a doctor mention that the reason he hadn’t woken up was because it was medically induced, as his leg had just been operated on and the rest of his body needed to heal itself. It sounded completely unrealistic, but apparently his concussion was hardly a factor. That didn’t mean it wasn’t severe in certain ways, but you were grateful all the same.

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