but i took these from my front steps

Hey to all those people telling people “ it’s not so bad, just power through the cramps” when they're on their period because it’s not an excuse to miss school/work etc.!

I had bad cramps today, but I tried to “power through it” and went to class anyways, even though my grandmother had to drive me because I couldn’t walk to the bus.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to feel like I was going to throw up in the middle of my lecture, leaving to take a walk outside in the cold to try and clear my head, even though walking made my right side feel as though it was being ripped in two.

I tried to “power through it” when I started getting cold sweat all over my body, taking off my sweater and then putting it back on two seconds later because my body couldn’t decide if it was hot or cold.

 I tried to “power through it” when spots started to appear in my vision, and just kept walking towards the exit.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to dry heave, and started walking faster.

I tried to “power through it” when my ears started ringing and the spots took over my vision and I was so so hot but shivering and my side felt on fire and twisted into knots and stabbed all at once.

I tried to power through it to the point where I collapsed in the middle of my college hallway. A stranger brought me to Outreach Services, where I lay on the floor, vomiting, for an hour until somebody could pick me up and take me home.

The school paramedics told me that I had passed out because I put too much stress on my already taxed body. My body was taxed because of hormonal fluctuations and blood loss aka my period.

Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. In the past when I’ve had cramps like this, I’ve stayed in bed and eaten strawberries and watched MASH all day.

So don’t you DARE tell me that you should “power through the cramps and do it anyways”. Powering through made me pass out. Powering through made me have to be wheeled out of the school in a wheelchair because I couldn’t keep my balance to walk. Powering through made my grandmother with osteoporosis and a tendency to panic have to come pick me up from school and help me up the stairs and almost break her hip when I started to collapse backwards on the front steps. Powering through made my 13 year old brother have to supervise me while I took a bath because I was afraid I would pass out and drown (he was super sweet about it actually; we closed the curtain and he read me Voyage of the Dawn Treader). Powering through made my mother who works to support our family pretty much on her own have to take time off work to come home and make sure I was okay.

In conclusion; If someone feels crappy because of their period cramps, leave them alone. Don’t make them do things anyways, because you might make it worse. And definitely don’t make them feel bad for not wanting to do things because of cramps; that’s the reason I even got out of bed this morning. Be nice to people on their period. Possibly buy them chocolate or painkillers. Nut don’t make them do things when they have cramps, and definitely don’t tell them “it’s nothing, power through” because cramps? Cramps can be one of the worst things you could possibly imagine.

Seriously. Fuck you all.

Something happened 63 years ago that’s haunted me my entire life. I’ve never told anyone about it—until now

Story by reddit user  Sergeant_Darwin

It’s official: I’m an old man.

For the last couple years, I’ve comforted myself by saying I’m in my “early 70s,” but math is simple and unforgiving. Today is my 75th birthday, and God, the years do fly.

I’m not here for your well wishes; this is hardly a milestone I’m excited about. I’m glad to still be here, of course, but I find I have less and less to live for with every passing year. My bones ache, my kids live far away, and the other side of my bed has been empty for just over eight months now. In fact, once I cast my vote against that goddamned Trump this November, I may have nothing to live for at all.

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It’s Our Turn (Guess Who’s Back Part 2)

Writer - @damndescendants

Requested - nope. Just doing a part 2 to give you something while I finish requests up

Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants

Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader

Summary – After their encounter with Harry Hook, (Y/N) and the other Villain Kids make their plan to get Ben back and find a way to bring Harry back with them 

Warning(s) - fighting, near drowning, fluff at end, bad writing because I have no idea where this was going lmao

Originally posted by rottentothecoreee

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She’s mine now.

Originally posted by imminentalpha

Prompt: Theo comes back from hell to find out his girlfriend is now dating Stiles. 

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader, Stiles Stilinski x Reader

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4

Kylo fished his keys from his pocket, and pointed them at the car. The lights flashed as he unlocked it, and handed Rey’s things to her.

“Hold onto these, I need my arms for a moment.”

Rey took her purse and now ruined folder, and slipped on her shoes- which felt awful on her drying feet- they squelched and she shuddered.

Kylo chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“You could have left them off you know.”

“And walk through the ra-HEY?!”

Rey couldn’t complete her complaint, for Kylo bent down, adjusted his jacket around her, and scooped her up off the front step.

I commissioned the one, the only, @panda-capuccino for these four amazing pieces! A huge thank you for this wonderful work!

These are in dedication to this awesome Reylo AU, “Reductio ad Absurdum” by @coupdefoudrey! Age-swap Professor Rey and student Kylo are a complete mess for each other and you should totally check out this fic if you haven’t already!~

His || Jungkook  || 0.11

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 0.10 | 0.11 |

Jungkook’s POV - Starts after the scene where Seokjin had told Y/N about them being werewolves.

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anonymous asked:

2009! Phan, Phil teaches Dan how to masterbaute for the first time

Includes religious!Dan. If you have trouble reading on mobile open in your phone browser.

Watching a horror movie at one AM isn’t one of Phil’s brightest ideas, but what else is a boy to do when there’s nothing else on TV but infomercials and confusing foreign films? He’s curled up on the couch with a blanket and some microwave popcorn, trying to convince himself that there’s nothing scary about the terrible acting and laughable CGI playing onscreen. Despite how awfully B-grade the film is, there’s just something about watching it this late while his parents are asleep that was always going to put him on edge. He checks his phone every few minutes, and, while the regularity of it is a plea for distraction, the underlying reason is impatience. He opens his text messages for the eleventh time that hour, but there’s still no reply. He knows Dan most likely just fell asleep and that’s why he hasn’t replied in almost four hours – although it would be strangely early for his nocturnal friend – but there’s still a nagging in his gut each time he checks. It probably comes from a selfish place of him just wanting to talk to Dan, but the horror movie isn’t doing much to calm his nerves. When his Motorola beeps with low battery Phil sighs, admitting defeat and tucking it between the couch cushions to break his constant loop. He settles further down into the couch, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders and letting himself become immersed in the plotline. It’s awful, but Phil is both invested and creeped out, so when a loud knock echoes from the front door he jumps about a mile.

‘Shit!’ he squeaks, jolting so violently his buttered popcorn goes everywhere.

His body snaps around and then freezes, staring over the back of the couch in the direction of the front door. His heart is racing but he holds his breath, listening. The rest of the house is completely silent. Who on Earth would be knocking past one AM? Phil tries to rid his mind of all the unhelpful horror situations it’s supplying him and instead thinks rationally. A neighbour, maybe? Some teenagers messing around? Phil lets go of a shaky breath, wondering if he can just ignore it – whoever it is, who are they to know he’s still up?

Phil jumps again at the second knock. He’s not past admitting that he’s scared, but he tells himself that it must be something important if they’re still there. He briefly considers waking up his parents to come check but then scowls, reminding himself he’s twenty-two, for God’s sake. He peels himself off the couch, letting the blanket and waterfall of popcorn fall to the floor, before walking with a new found confidence to the door.

He loses it the moment his hand hovers over the front light-switch. When it comes to making YouTube videos, his overreactive imagination is quite handy, but it’s not so much in this situation. He takes another deep breath, shaking the image of Jeff the Killer from his head, and then unlocks the door. He creeks it open slowly, just far enough to peek through, but when he sees the person on the other side he swings it wide open.

‘Dan?’ he says with utter disbelief, every ounce of his apprehension evaporating.

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The Kiss

Title:  The Kiss

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Summary: Dean kisses the reader, hoping to save her life. What happens when he takes her home?

Characters: Dean Winchester x plus sized, female reader

Word Count:  2287

Warnings:  self-doubt, mentions of previous bad treatment, low self confidence, nsfw, smut, explicit language, explicit sexual content, fingering, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes: I borrowed the premise of the “return to love” spell from episode 11.13 Love Hurts, as well using this gifset for inspiration. I am participating in my own challenge, the Mimi’s RomCom Fluff Challenge. I took the quote, “Oh God, this is one of those key moments in life, when it’s possible you can be really, genuinely cool - and I’m failing 100%” from Notting Hill. Thank you @mamapeterson and @climbthatmooselikeatree for looking over this for me.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Originally posted by inacatastrophicmind

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I Was Here | Pt. 3

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x ??

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1280

Masterlist |Ask

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Originally posted by yoongichii


“Yah, aren’t you happy to see your boyfriend?”

Your head shot up the moment you heard those words coming out of the stranger’s mouth, your widely opened eyes looking into his smiley ones, trying to understand what was happening.

Leaning forward, he brushed his lips against your forehead and took a deep breath as he closed his eyes. “I missed you, Beautiful..”

Your breath hitched at those words as your body flinched, your trembling hands reaching forward in order to push the stranger away immediately.

But before you were able to do anything, the man in front of you caught your shaky hands with his soft ones, his long fingers automatically intertwining with yours.

Slowly, he tilted his his head a little bit and started observing your face with his deep brown eyes. You on the other hand, stood in front of him, your furrowed eyebrows reflecting how confused and unsure you were.

Without saying anything, he slowly blinked with his eyes once and smiled at you with a reassuring smile. When you felt a comforting squeeze around your hand, your whole body started to relax and for the first time in a long time, you felt.. safe.

You realized that.. he was trying to tell you something..

You snapped out of your thoughts the moment you heard someone slam their cutlery harshly against the table. Immediately, you turned your head to the left and took a step back from the stranger the minute you were met with your husband’s angry eyes and the glare he was sending at you and the stranger.

Trying to free your hand from the stranger’s hold, you tried to explain with your shaky voice. “T-Taehyung, you’re misunderstanding-“

Before you could end your sentence, the stranger took a step towards your husband and reached his hand out. “Hello, my name is Hoseok and I’m Y/N’s boyfriend. You must be her husband, right?“

You watched how they looked into each other’s eyes with hatred and disgust as you realized that your attempts to free your hand from the stranger’s hold was impossible, since he tightened his grip around your hand.

Without removing his eyes from the stranger called Hoseok nor reaching out to shake his hand, Taehyung hissed. “What is this man talking about, Y/N?!“

You opened your mouth to say something but stopped when Hoseok sat down at the chair across from Taehyung with a lopsided smile on his face. “I’m just telling you the secret she’s been hiding from you, Taehyung-ssi.“

Mirroring Hoseok’s smile, Taehyung leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Y/N would never do something like that. She would never betray me like that.“

A sarcastic laugh escaped Hoseok’s mouth the minute he heard those words. Leaning forward, he placed his crossed arms on the table and looked at your husband with a raised eyebrow. “Why? Why can’t she do something like that when you’ve done the same thing to her?“

“How dare you?! How dare you interfere into my private life?!“ Taehyung shouted.

The lopsided smile on Hoseok’s face turned into a smirk. “Why? Does it make you uncomfortable? Do you feel ashamed because you cheated on your wife,“ he nodded towards Hani with an disgusted expression, “with her?“

“Yah, how dare you speak about me like that?!“ Hani shouted from the side.

“Did you feel happy when you cheated on her, Taehyung-ssi? Hm? Did you ever think about her?! About her feelings?! The way she would feel whenever she sees you both together?!“ Hoseok hissed with anger.

When you realized that Hoseok’s once loose hands were now formed into fists, your hand reached out for his shirt immediately. Feeling his shirt being tugged, Hoseok turned his head towards you and were met with your teary eyes and your shaking head that was telling him to stop.

You didn’t know who he was.. You didn’t know why you weren’t saying anything..  Maybe because he was the first one ever in your life that stood up for you? Maybe because he protected you? You didn’t know.. But for some reason, you.. trusted him..

Without saying anything, Hoseok took your hand that was tugging on his shirt and whispered to you. “Shh, I know.. I know.. I’m here and I’ll not let you alone, I promise..“

‘I’ll not let you alone, I promise..’

“Let go of her hand! She’s my wife!“ You closed your eyes and took a deep breath when you heard your husband’s voice.

A little chuckle left Hoseok’s mouth. “Now you remember that you’re married? Wow man, I can’t decide whether I should be impressed or disgusted.“

You watched how Taehyung furiously stood up from his chair and walked towards you. Wrapping his hand around your wrist, he started tugging at it. “Stand up, we’re going home!“

A little hiss left your mouth, your face scrunched because of the pain. “Taehyung, you’re hurting me.“

Seeing this, Hoseok stood up too, shoving Taehyung away with his free hand. “Don’t you dare touch her!“

This time, you heard Hani’s voice. “Taehyhung! I can’t believe that you’re behaving like this when I’m right here in front of you! Let me remind you, you are my boyfriend!“

Not even looking at her, your husband hissed. “Shut up, Hani!“

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before he looked at you with those furious eyes. “I will not repeat myself, Y/N! We’re going home, now!“

You too, took a deep breath before you locked your eyes with his. “No, I’m not coming with you.“

Seeing the way Taehyung’s expression changed from angry to shocked, you chuckled sarcastically. “I’m not your toy, Taehyung. You can’t pull and push me whenever you want.“

With that, Hoseok stepped in front of you and removed your husband’s frozen hand from your wrist.

“You heard her. Now take your wannabe girlfriend and leave before I do something that, believe me, I won’t even regret.“


“Do you feel a little bit better?“

Snapping out of your thoughts, you turned you head away from the sea that you were staring at and connected your eyes with the ones that gained your trust within a few hours.

Closing your eyes, you nuzzled further into the warm jacket he gave you and nodded. “Yes, thank you..“

Smiling at you, he looked up at the stars. “Aye, you don’t have to thank me. I felt like this place would calm you down a little bit. I come here whenever I feel sad or stressed. Helps me to think properly and-“

“No, thank you for helping me there.. For protecting me.. For standing up for me.. You don’t even know me, why did you do it?“

Focusing his eyes on the sea, an airy laugh escaped Hoseok’s lips as he shrugged. “I don’t know.. I was sitting at the table next to yours and heard everything they said to you. At first, I tried to ignore it but then I saw your eyes..“

Turning his head to you, he looked into your eyes. “You looked unhappy.. Every smile, every laugh was forced..“

He leaned a little bit more forward. “Do you really love him, Y/N? Are you able to fill your emptiness with all those forced smiles? Is it worth for a man like him?“

“Hoseok, he’s my husband-

“Your life is empty, Y/N.. It is incomplete.. It shows in your eyes.. Just like in mine..“


Author’s Note: First of all, thank you all so much for the love you’ve shown the last part! I appreciate it a lot! Why do you think Hoseok has said the last sentence to the reader? What could he have experienced in his past? Let me know what you think about it!~

Lost My Way. (Tom Holland.)

Originally posted by takemespidey

Requested – No. This is like my comeback, I’m also sorry if it sucks ass.

Prompt – Famous actor Tom Holland has been in the film industry for years now after making it big as Spiderman and he loses himself along the way.

Warning – Douchebag!Tom. Angst. Fluff at the end.  

Words – 2,097.

Requests?

The flashing lights headed towards Tom’s direction as he stood along the red carpet with his hand around his costar’s waist. He looked in her direction and noticed the smile on her face was fake. Almost everyone has a fake smile around the paparazzi and it was rare to find someone actually enjoying it. There once was a time when Tom could genuinely smile in front of cameras but that time is long gone.

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So This Is Love [2]

Cinderella!AU

Summary: Y/N is heavily mistreated in her household. Prince Peter has to find a bride to become the queen of the kingdom.

Peter Parker x Reader

Previous

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by tomshollandss

I clashed my sword against Tony’s. He resisted my force and it took much of my strength to push him back. Tony stumbled backwards, surprised. I smirked.

“You’re getting stronger, Your Highness.” He commended me.

“And you’re getting old.” I joked. He shook his head, smiling.

“I taught you everything you know, remember that.” Tony wiped the sweat off his brow. Tony has spent many years teaching and mentoring me about the ways of royalty alongside my Uncle Benjamin. When my father had passed, Uncle Benjamin took on regency. He is to hold on to power until I the time that I am of age and that time was coming soon. In two months to be exact.

“Aren’t you glad that you did?”

“Right now, no.”

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Mentor || Bucky Barnes

Originally posted by bovaria

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is your mentor that you have developed a crush on, one night feelings are revealed and you say the wrong thing, immediately regretting everything.

Warnings: bit of angst, then there’s a lot of fluff, talks of violence

Word Count: 1737 words

A/N: thank you to the person who requested this I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you don’t hate me for putting my own twist on this!!


3 Months Ago

“And this is Bucky,” Steve spoke as he lead you into a large training centre, “he’ll be your mentor,” your eyes shot up from the ground and landed on the man standing a few steps in front of you, gobsmacked. 

“Nice to meet you,” Bucky said extending an arm towards you in a handshake, “you too,” you managed to get out as you took his hand noticing how much larger it was than yours. 

You had been recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D and now were getting trained by the Avengers - and you were secretly hoping to get good enough to one day become one of them. 

Your father had been training you as an assassin from the young age of eight, since it was the family business. You never really knew too much about the business itself, but the day he died when you were seventeen you vowed to keep the business alive - whatever it was. You kept it up until the day you were recruited and your skills were put to better use. 

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Take a Break

A/N: It’s March break finally! So, since I finally have the time, here’s a little fic I thought of while at school one day.

Word Count: 1, 942

Warnings: Just swearing.

Genre: Angst and Fluff. My faves

Your POV

I got into this relationship knowing the consequences of his work. He’d have times where he was busy, and didn’t have time to spend with me. I understood that, so whenever those times came, I stepped away and was there for him. I kept my mouth shut and I dealt with it until he finally had time. It’s just what I did as a supportive girlfriend. Every. Time. 

This time was different though. Usually these spurts of working last about a week, two at the most. This time around it lasted a bit more over a month. I love Dan, and I know he needs to work but as selfish as it sounds, I did want attention, and love. All I wanted to do was cuddle up next to him but this time around he didn’t even let me do that. I knew he was stressed, but it started to take a toll on our relationship. Most nights I would go to sleep alone, then wake up alone. Pretty much my whole day was me being alone. I tried to pull Dan away from his work so he can take a break but him being the perfectionist he is, he kept working anyway. It got to the point where he’d ignore the things I was saying because he was too focused on his work. I kept biting my tongue until now. But I finally snapped when he started acting rude to me. 

I was sitting in his office, obviously, he was working on the computer. I was scrolling through my phone, and I looked up at him every few minutes. His eyes were glued to the screen as per usual. I let out a loud sigh and walked over to his chair, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. 

“Dan, take a break honey. You’ve been working too hard.” I kissed his cheek and stared up into his eyes, which were still glued to the screen. 

“You tell me this every day, and every day I say I still need to work. Leave me alone, Y/N. I’m busy.” He rolled his shoulder back, pushing my arm off his shoulder.  

I scoff, walking towards the door, “Because I totally couldn’t tell you’re busy Daniel.” I heard a loud sigh come from behind me, and I turned in the doorframe, crossing my arms and staring at Dan. 

“What’s wrong?” Dan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“I don’t know Dan. You tell me.”

“Love, I don’t know-”

“Oh don’t you dare call me love. You barely paid any attention to me these past few weeks…this past month!” I finally had enough with his shit. I gesticulated to emphasize how angry I was.  

“It’s because I’ve been working Y/N! You know, that thing that people have to get money.” Dan replied sarcastically, getting up from his chair. I walked towards him, trying to seem intimidating but his height compared to mine beat me every time.

“I am fully aware of that, Daniel. But you don’t have to be working 24/7! I try to spend time with you but you brush me off! You don’t even come to bed anymore!” I could feel my face heat up out of frustration. I felt tears sting my eyes but I pushed them back, I needed to be strong. 

“I’m busy, what don’t you get about that?” Dan’s voice got louder. 

“I do understand it Daniel. You know why? Because I deal with it every time you are ‘busy’. I normally keep my mouth shut but god have I had enough. Do you even want me here anymore? I feel like I’m just a burden to you now!” I stared into Dan’s eyes to see some sort of reaction. His facial expression softens for a second, and he mumbles something incoherently.  

“Hm?” I moved closer to Dan, who was staring at the ground. I touched his arm but he pulled it away. 

“Leave then!” Dan yelled, backing away from me. I stared at him in shock, and saw the instant regret on his face. 

“Okay.” I mumbled quietly, walking backwards still staring at Dan. Did he stop loving me? I felt the tears threatening to spill again but I kept trying to push them back. His facials expression softened, and he took a step towards me. 

“I am so sorry baby; I didn’t mean it please don’t leave.” Dan’s voice cracked. He reached his hand for me but I backed away. “Please don’t leave me.” Before I could give into Dan’s plea, I turned around to grab my phone off the side table, and headed down the stairs to the front door of our flat. I heard Dan mumbling apologies as he followed me down the stairs, but I ignored them. 

I got to the front door, sliding on my shoes and throwing my coat on when Dan stopped me again. 

“No no no, I didn’t mean it love, I didn’t mean it, please stay.” I finally looked up at Dan and saw tears running down his face. He choked back a sob when I took another step away from him.

“Dan I-" 

"I know I’m terribly sorry please don’t leave me.” Dan sobbed, grabbing my arm and pulling me into an embrace. He held me tight, like he never wanted to let go again. I was reluctant to hug back, but decided to stay strong. I kept my arms by my side as I felt tears hit the top of my head. When I finally had enough, I pushed him away and Dan started crying more. 

“I know I fucked up, lov- Y/N,” Dan paused, remembering that I told him not to call me love earlier, “but please don’t leave. I need you, and I love you. I know I’m a terrible boyfriend but I promi-" 

I finally gave into Dan; I couldn’t take seeing him like this. So, I rested my hand on his cheek. He instantly leaned into my touch, as I wiped away some of his tears. He pulled his hand up, and rested it on mine.

"I just need air, okay Dan? I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I said, giving him a soft smile. Seeing Dan like this broke my heart, and I loved him too much and it hurt me seeing like this. After trying to be strong for so long, I let a few tears drop. I heard Dan hold back another sob, taking his hand away from mine and backing away like he was scared he’d hurt me even more. I could tell Dan felt guilty for saying it, I saw it in his eyes that it hurt him to know that he caused this. I gave another reassuring smile, then turned to open the door. 

I started walking down the stairs of the complex. When I got to the bottom, I heard stumbling from above me, and somebody mumble a soft “ow”. I turned around to see Dan struggling to get his coat on as he runs down the stairs. When he got to the bottom I stared at him with a confused look on my face.

“Um…Dan, what are you doing?”  

“Coming with you.” Dan simply stated. He walked passed me, and opened the door, gesturing for me to walk out first. I walked out, still confused about what he was doing. I walked out into the cold London streets, and looked around before turning back to Dan.

“Dan, when I said I needed air, I meant alone.” I emphasized my last word, but I knew Dan was too stubborn to go back into our flat.  

“I know. But I would be an even more terrible boyfriend if I just let you be alone. I promise I won’t talk if you want silence.” Dan gave me his infamous smirk, and shrugged his shoulders. I rolled my eyes at him, chuckling at his crazy antics, then grabbed his hand. We walked in silence through the cold, busy streets to calm down and think about what just happened. After 10 minutes of walking around in silence, our hands still intertwined, I decided to go into a Starbucks to warm up. 

“Go take a seat, I’ll order for you.” Dan said, letting go of my hand and pointing towards some seats. I walked away, taking a seat as I watched Dan take our orders. Even after a fight, he was still a sweetheart.  He kept looking back at me every few minutes, as if to make sure I was okay. Which, at this point I was. The moment Dan followed me out the door I forgave him for mostly everything. I just wanted to hear him explain why he said what he did. He walked over to our table, our drinks in hand and he gently places them down. He takes the seat across from me, and takes a sip and places his drink down. I was staring at the floor for a while, deep in thought. I looked up to Dan and saw him staring back at me with admiration. 

“What?” I chuckled. He smiled down at the ground, then looked up to me again with a soft look. 

“I thought I was gonna lose you to be honest.” Dan softly said, looked out the window of the Starbucks, staring into the streets. Dan turned back to me, and grabbed my hand from across the table. 

“Well you did tell me to leave.” I laughed coldly. It was true, I had to state the obvious. He shot me an apologetic look, and squeezed my hand. 

“I didn’t mean to. I was stressed, and frustrated. More with myself than you. It’s just-” he readjusts himself in his seat, so he’s leaning closer to me. “I couldn’t believe I made you feel like a burden, and that you thought I didn’t love you anymore. I don’t know what came over me and it was inexcusable what I said to you. But what you should know is that I would never actually mean to say that." 

I gave him a smile, furrowing my eyebrows when I did. "It’s okay Dan." 

"But it’s not okay, Y/N. I’ve treated you terribly these past few weeks and it’s not okay.” Dan let go of my hand and stared at the ground like it was the most interesting thing ever. Knowing Dan, he was probably overthinking this, thinking that at some point I would actually leave him. I didn’t know what to say so I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“I love you too, Dan.”

“What?” Dan looked up at me again, chuckling a bit at my random outburst.

“I don’t know.” I laughed. “I felt weird not saying it back in our flat. I just want you to know that I love you too.”

Dan laughed at me, shaking his head. However, he got serious quickly again. “I don’t know how to make it up to you, love." 

"As cheesy and cliché as this sounds, you already did when you walked out that flat with me. You being here now is enough.” Dan smiled at me, staring into my eyes before opening his mouth then closing it again. “What is it honey?” I squeezed his hand. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked. 

I laughed at his question. Did he need to ask? “Why are you asking?" 

"I’m not sure if you wanted me to after what happened.” Dan shrugged. 

I laughed more shaking my head. I let go of his hand, and leaned over the table to give him a soft, loving kiss. He grabbed my cheeks, and gently kissed back.

A/N: Honestly didn’t know how to finish it so I sort of just left it there.

Wolf of Spring Ch. 1

Chapter 1: “There’s no shame in not knowing how to dance, lassie.”

Tamlin needs to bury his past and move on. He’s changed, he knows it, but now he’s ready to show his court too. Now more than ever, the Court of Spring needs an heir and they need him to find a wife. What better way to mend ties with his people by inviting eligible bachelorettes to his home? He’s about to find out! 

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“I liked the building, not you.”

A/N: Hope this breaks my writing hiatus.  I tried to make this as realistic as possible. I might have more parts if you guys like it. 

Paring: Shawn X Fan

Word Count: 3,175


I wasn’t sure which neighbourhood I was in or how I exactly got there but I didn’t care. As I passed further into the blocks of residential houses the more they began to bloom with colour and greengage. I felt like I was returning home.

I continued listening to my music out of one earbud and ambled my way down the streets, the shutter on my camera never seemed to stop. Everything was perfect and it had been so long since I felt this way.

Toronto was good for me but it also was different. It was nothing like back home and after living on The Rock for my whole life I wasn’t used to change. Moving to Toronto I expected that my abilities would expand and flex but after the third month, I was feeling trapped. My source for photography was suddenly limited and I was trying to learn to adapt.

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the kinky stuff // completed version (stiles one shot)

Summary: Stiles Stilinski asks you to dominate him in bed. What, are you just not going to ride his face?

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

Rating: Mature for heavy swearing, graphic sexual description

A/N: This contains part one of the kinky stuff (or where stiles wants y/n to dominate him).

Originally posted by 40daddyskitten

“You’re all mine, pet.”

Stiles whimpered as I rasped into his ear. I never thought I’d get so much satisfaction out of blindfolding my boyfriend, handcuffing him to a chair, and reducing him to incoherent begging. But this was all his idea.

When Stiles had so casually suggested over pizza that we spice up our sex life, I was caught off guard—and a little offended. Did he think I was too boring? Too… vanilla? Stiles was the only one I’d ever been with and up until that conversation, I assumed he was just as satisfied as I was with our usual routine. After fumbling apologies, he explained that that was precisely the problem. Routine. Predictability. Formula.

So that’s how he wound up taking me to his closet and showing me the handcuffs he’d stolen from his dad last summer and asked me to dominate him.

Things were awkward at first to say the least, but I think I surprised both of us with how proficient I was at… the kinky stuff.

Stiles panted, “I’m all yours, only yours. Please, baby…”

Without warning, I fisted his hair and sharply tugged his head back.

“What was that, pet? Did we forget something?” I taunted. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down the elegance of his outstretched neck as he gulped.

“Ma’am, sorry—I meant ma’am,” he stuttered.

“Good boy,” I cooed, lining kisses up the column of his throat.

“Only for you,” he breathed, gasping when I bit down on his bottom lip and gently tugged.

“Oh, you’re too sweet,” I praised. I tried not to revert back to my normal self, who would typically swoon at Stiles’ compliments. I tried to remember that I needed to stay in character. For Stiles. This was his fantasy and I was here to make his dreams come true.

With that in mind, I begrudgingly pulled away. His bottom lip jutted outwards in a pout as he stomped his foot in retaliation.

“Look at you, pet.” I slowly circled Stiles, the clicking of my heels communicating my location. “Do you know how beautiful you are right now? With your hair all in disarray, your mouth so red and open like that…”

I came up behind Stiles and slowly ran my palms down his chest. My nails scratched his nipples on my way down and he gasped. Stiles turned so that his cheek nuzzled against my arm.

“Do you really think I’m beautiful?”

I smiled; he sounded so small and vulnerable beneath me, like he was clinging to every word, every touch.  

“Of course, pet,” I replied softly. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t stand it.”

Stepping in front of him, I untied Stiles’ blindfold and pried it loose. I almost sighed in relief when he finally blinked his eyes open and I encountered his warm, brown irises.

“Welcome back, pet. How’s the view?”

“[y/n]…” Stiles gave me a once over. I flushed red as he took in my outfit, his eyes going wide. I stood in front of him only in a pair of matching black bra and panties. He helplessly struggled against the cuffs, his shoulders spasming away from the chair.

“Please, let me touch you,” Stiles pleaded. “I need to touch you.”

“Now, now, let’s not get impatient,” I teased.

I took him in. He was even more beautiful up close. This might be my new favorite Stiles, with his cheeks dusted red, sweat matting his hair to his forehead, veins straining against his neck because it’s all he can do to not to explode as my hands trailed up his thighs.

Bracing myself on his shoulders, I descended onto his lap. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Stiles? How hard it is to control myself around you? How wet you make me?”

“God, [y/n], you’re driving me crazy…”

“Good. Then you finally know how it feels.” I smirked. “But don’t worry, pet. I’m gonna take good care of you.”

“Fuck, [y/n]—touch me, please,” Stiles quietly pleaded. His words sparked fire inside me, heat rushed directly to my core. I involuntarily arched my hips against his crotch, grinding down on him. Stiles let out a throaty moan.

“Now, I know you can ask nicer than that.”

“Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, ma’am. I’ll do anything you want. I can’t take it anymore. Please,” Stiles begged. Sweat collected on his top lip as he spoke. The prominent bulge in his pants confirmed his pleas.

“Hmm, now was that so hard?” I rolled my hips once more against him, relishing in the way his erection hardened against my panties.

“Fucking hell, yes—God that feels so good. Just like that. Yes, anything. Please, I want to touch you.”  

I leaned forward and clamped my teeth down on the shell of his ear. Stiles buried his face into my shoulder and groaned.

“Patience, pet. All in good time,” I whispered. I pulled back momentarily, then closed my mouth over his lips. He wasted no time as he shoved his tongue into my mouth, grazing over my teeth. I responded immediately, unable to contain my moans at his urgency. I grabbed the sides of his face and mushed our lips harder together.

While Stiles was preoccupied with my mouth, I unbuckled his belt and snuck my hand into his pants, rubbing him over his boxers. He bucked his hips into my palm, causing me to gasp.

“Eager, are we?” I playfully mocked.

“You have no idea.”

I grinned down at him. “In a moment, I’m going to uncuff you. And when I do, you are not allowed to touch me unless I tell you to. You are not allowed to come until I tell you to. You are not allowed to do anything unless I tell you to. If you obey, you will be rewarded. If you don’t, you will be punished. Do we have an understanding, pet?”

Stiles bit his bottom lip and gazed up at me.

“Y-yes.”

I lovingly stroked his hair. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I smiled warmly at him. “Perfect.”

I made a show of reaching into my bra, pulling out a small metal key. As I stepped around to Stiles’ joined hands, I heard him exhale. I inserted the key into the lock and turned. As soon as I heard the small click!, Stiles pulled his arms forward and above, stretching and rowing. I merely stared at his back, captivated by the way his muscles moved under his skin, ebbing and flowing with his movements.

Passively, I wondered if Stiles would continue to comply as earnestly with my demands.

“Alright, remember what I said,” I warned as I stepped around. I used his shoulders as leverage and leaned down low in front of him. “You’ll do exactly as I say, right?”

Stiles nodded this time as he blatantly stared at my cleavage, smirking as he rubbed his wrist. I couldn’t help but blush, feeling some of my authority slip away. He continued to silently watch me, his knees spread open in a wide stance.

I shot up and crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly insecure. I cocked my head to the side.

“What the hell are you staring at?”

“Sorry, you’re just so goddamn beautiful.” Stiles leaned forward, his hand reaching forward as he brushed his fingertips against my mid thigh.

I swiftly slapped the back of his hand, the resounding smack! reverberating through the room. I smirked at Stiles’s shocked expression and cupped his cheek, forcing him to look up.

“Stiles?” I said sweetly.

“Yeah?”

“What did I say about touching me?”

“Said not to,” he mumbled.

“Good. Try something like that again, and I’ll make you regret ever suggesting this. Now, take off your clothes.”  

Stiles faltered slightly, then recovered almost immediately as he stood up and cooperated. He maintained eye contact the whole time as he kicked off his shoes and socks. He pulled his belt loose and shoved his pants down, standing completely naked before me with his arms crossed over his chest, mirroring my stance.

He quirked an eyebrow, like he was challenging me to make my next move. I kept my head high, refusing to cower away.

“Right,” I began confidently.” “Go lay down.”

I motioned dismissively towards the bed.

He nodded and obeyed. I trailed behind him, not too subtly checking out his ass. I stopped at the foot of the bed, pausing to admire the sight before me. Stiles had chosen to lay down completely flat with his legs crossed and his hands joined together behind his head. He had that same smirk adorning his expression, that familiar air of arrogance he knew would turn me on.

I stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at him.

“We had a little bit of a slip up, but you’ve been good aside from that. I think you deserve a reward now, don’t you?” I tapped my chin, pretending to consider something.

“Yes, m…“ Stiles trailed off as I began to crawl over him. When I continued past his waist, his breath hitched. “Fuck. Fuck.

Biting my lip, I stifled a string of nervous laughter as I came up to straddle his head, one knee on either side of his face. I reached down to stroke his hair and looked directly into the pair of amber eyes that peeked out from between my thighs.

“Can we try something new, pet?”

Stiles nodded fervently.

I shivered as his warm, frantic breaths fanned over my wet core.

“I—“ I was cut off by my own giggle as I pondered the absurdity of my next statement. “I was wondering if I could ride your face.”

Without even replying, Stiles set into action. He didn’t even close his eyes as he pulled me all the way down and placed a kiss right on my panty-clad sex.

“Stiles!” I yelped. I gripped his headboard to keep from crushing him as my knees gave out.

He cheekily winked at my reaction before shoving my underwear aside and leaning forward to run his tongue over the entire expanse of my bare slit. He clasped my thighs, squeezing the soft flesh. In turn, they clamped tighter around his head as my back concaved inward, unable to handle his sudden lapping against my sensitivity.  

“Does that feel good, baby? Do you like it when I do that?” Stiles urged.

“Yeah that-ah! That, that’s good. Like that,” I stuttered out, too enraptured to correct his use of pet name.

“I want to make you feel good. I’m gonna make this so good for you, baby. You’re gonna come so hard.”

“God, Stiles…” I moaned as Stiles continued to mutter some of the filthiest things he’s ever said. He punctuated his promises by sucking furiously on my overly-stimulated bundle of nerves.

“Fuck!” I cried out when he suddenly grazed his teeth around my clit. As if that wasn’t enough, he proceeded to tug on it and rapidly flicked his tongue against it, effectively turning my legs into jelly.

I nearly keeled over when Stiles slipped in two fingers without warning. I gripped to the headboard for dear life as Stiles edged me towards climax.

“Shit, Stiles. I can’t, I’m gonna, I’m—“ My brain shut down as my orgasm took over. I reached down and tugged on Stiles’s hair, burying his face deeper inside me. As my mind turned to mush, I rode out my orgasm on his face, just like I said I would.

I’d never felt dirtier or sexier as Stiles lapped up my dripping slit, his hands grasping my ass so tight.

My vision felt slightly foggy to match the state of my thoughts. I squeaked when Stiles started kissing the quivering flesh of my inner thigh, breaking me out of my post-orgasm haze. I was still giddy as fuck as I collapsed on the bed beside Stiles.

“Woah… fuck. Are you okay, Stiles? Did I hurt you?”

“No, of course not! I’m fine, I’m fine but—how did I do? Was that good? Did I do a good job?” Stiles rambled. Looking over, Stiles was gazing at me starry-eyed, his cheeks flushed and wet, mouth swollen and pink. I nearly came again at the satisfaction of knowing that I did that to him. Because he’d asked me to.

“You did amazing, pet,” I panted. “What about me? With the whole… domination… thing.”

“Baby, that was the hottest thing I have ever experienced. You were fucking fantastic. We’re doing this again,” Stiles stated matter-of-factly.

I felt heat spread across my chest and up my neck. I leaned over and kissed him roughly and I could smell myself on his face and taste myself on his tongue and the paradox of it all was a bit overwhelming, that he could do so many dirty things to me and still be so innocent and he made me feel so free but I knew I was tethered, so wholeheartedly anchored to this boy.

I pulled back and pecked his nose, which he crinkled in response. I giggled at his expression. “God, stop being so cute all the time.”

Stiles smiled shyly and ducked his head.

“You first.”

I snorted and extended my arm towards him.

“C’mere.”

Stiles snuggled into my embrace, nuzzling his face cozily into my chest. I ran my fingers through his scalp, mumbled sweet nothings into his hair. “I’m actually going to love you forever. You know that, right?”

Stiles looked up and frowned at me before leaning forward and placing a kiss right under my chin.

“I mean, I’m going to, so you might as well,” he sarcastically replied. Old Stiles was back.

I kissed his forehead in response. Stiles started to feel heavier on my form.

“Wait, no! Don’t fall asleep! I still have to, you know…”

“Whaaat,” Stiles whined.

“I have to return the favor.”

Stiles’s looked at me so witheringly unamused, he could’ve put Derek’s resting bitch face to shame.

“I love you, [y/n], but you’re fucked out. And so am I. Go to sleep.”

He resumed his position snoozing on my chest. I nearly protested, but decided I really was too tired, and opted instead to continue stroking his hair. We slept for hours.

The next morning, I sucked him awake, and we both agreed that I’d effectively returned the favor.

Addicted. {Mafia & Soulmate AU) Part 1

Series: When you’re born, you can’t see a color until you meet the eyes of your Soulmate for the first time. Bangtan is known as one of the most infamous gangs around. This series will focus on the lighter side of things, their soulmates- Well, maybe they’re lighter. Maybe. 

Genre: Angst, Mafia!AU, Soulmate!AU, Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, substance abuse, mature themes, strong language

Word count: 4,085

Summary: Suga, the Stealth and Weapons guy of Bangtan meets his Soulmate with a bang. He’d grown up believing in the idea of finding the person he was destined to be with and won’t let her get away. Even if she’s addicted, he’s determined to help her. He just wants to save his Blue girl.


You were fucked up. You were incoherent at this point, but goddamn did you fucking love it. Getting messed up, doing what you want… it was the lifestyle you had adapted to. As a child, you were the star of your parents lives. Straight A’s, sports, clubs… Everything to the nines as a privileged baby. When you left for school it all changed. You found drugs. You found alcohol. You found a love in breaking rules.

Right now you were cruising down a highway with your roommates. You’d moved off of campus for your junior year into this shitty apartment that you could all barely afford. There were four of you and right now you were all high as fuck. They were just high, but you… you were so twisted. Scotch whiskey never tasted better than on a fall day. They kept going on about the color of your hair today and how vibrant it looked. It was a normal golden brown, but you wouldn’t even know. Your brown was the color of grey.

His blue must have been grey. He definitely had it worse, not being able to see the clear skies or waters that were all around. It was terrible, not being able to see the color of your soulmate’s eyes until you saw them. Some people were denied the most beautiful sights until they ran into their soul mate. You were lucky- it was just a brown. Well, gold. Throughout your life you’d gotten all of the gold medals, but they didn’t really mean too much as they were just a plain grey.

It was all dumb, the way this world worked. Predetermined things deciding your fate… fucking insane.

You were at your high, windows all rolled down, smoking a blunt into the sunset. Throwbacks were blasting through the car as were the sounds of other cars, driving into the distance. You were happy. Laughing, singing. Everything was good. It was always good.

Then there it was. A moment of eye contact as you passed a black van. He had blonde hair and beautiful eyes. It was a brief few seconds, but you saw it. The specs of gold in his eyes that looked bored. He looked out the window to avoid whoever he was with. He was met with your eyes. Met with a fate.


He was intense. Min Yoongi was the most intense man he knew, as chided by everyone around him. Bangtan. The name of his gang that ruled the streets around them. He wasn’t in charge, but he wasn’t to be messed with. He stood almost 5’10 and this month his hair was blonde to throw off the allure that he was Bangtan’s baddest boy.

They’d just come back from a shootout. There were three of them in the car as of now and he sat shotgun while his friend Jin drove and Taehyung sat in the back. They were listening to old school Eminem and the two of them were rapping. They were shitty in his opinion, but he wasn’t in the mood to be vocal.  He just looked out as they passed the other cars, until his attention was drawn away. The first car on the highway to pass them revealed the most beautiful color his eyes had ever seen. Blue.

The world around him changed in the brief moment and suddenly the grey color in the sky was blue. It faded into the sunset, but he saw it. He saw the color of Jin’s jeans and the color of the car in front of them as it sped on by.

“Drive faster.” He demanded.

“What the fuck, dude?”

“Catch that blue car. I can see it. Catch that blue car.” And Jin stepped on it. Tae tried to buckle his seat belt, but instead he found himself struggling and flailing around the car. He eventually got it down.

Your friends were fucking confused. You went on and on about how you saw the color brown now, but they didn’t quite comprehend. None of you thought to try to flag down the other car, but then it hit you. The black van he was in hit your friends blue convertible. The four of you were stunned at first. You flew forward, the windshield broke with your weight being thrown threw it and you felt yourself bleeding. Your friends were both fine and the other car looked okay too. Her car was fine, other than the windshield you shattered. Your eyes dropped to the ground.

Feet were suddenly in view. There were black boots the cut off around the ankles and a pale white hand reached out to cup your face. Now, you could see the sunset. In front of that beautiful sight, was another one. His eyes bore into yours and he studied them. He didn’t pay attention to how hurt you were, he just looked into your eyes. Then he reached out and picked you up. It was so weird, being as incoherent as you were in this life changing situation, but he didn’t even notice.

You guessed he was blaming your state on the crash, but then you threw up on his black boots. Maybe then he got the picture.  You couldn’t even lift your head up to marvel at the new sight, but this was him. He’d understand if you vomited on his shoes. Maybe.


You woke up in a dark room in new clothes. Your body hurt, fuck it really fucking hurt. “Was I kidnapped?” Your broken voice surprised you, but not as much as the other voice in the room.

“No.” It was brash and deep. He sounded- tired. “It’s me- you don’t know me, but… it’s me.”

The light flickered on and he came into view. He wasn’t as tall as you’d pictured him, but he was taller than you. His skin was a milky white and his hair was blonde, but you could almost sense it wasn’t natural. He wore all black, except for his grey socks. Maybe he’d confused them with blue when he put them on; Before he had  met eyes with his soulmate.

You two locked eyes for a moment and he scrunched his nose. His demanding, scary aura faded as he smiled and reached out to rub a fresh cut on your cheek. “Y/N.” you spoke, reaching up to touch his fingers. A vibrant shock flew through both of your bodies, but you kept your hand uptop his.

“Yoongi- But nobody calls me Yoongi. It’s Suga to the rest of the world.” His voice was full of secrets that he seemed full well ready to expose to you. That name seemed familiar and you had recalled hearing something about the nefarious Suga and Bangtan Gang. You never really got involved with that shit, even though it was big in the town you now lived in. Your own life was complex enough without watching people die all of the time due to rivalry and drugs- you preferred to stay out of it.

“What am I supposed to call you?” Your voice was small. All of this was new and the only thing that was set in your moment was that you wanted to throw up again. And get high. You had a problem. Literally. “I’d like to call you Yoongi.”

“That’s fine.” his response was quick, “I’m not going to call you Y/N in front of people. I don’t want them to know your name. I’ll call you Blue in front of people.”

“Suga and Blue?” You couldn’t even make some snarky response because of how ill you felt at the moment. Your head was close to his and his hand was still on your face. You brought it forward to touch your forehead to his. “I don’t feel well.” you whispered.

His face was straight. “Nervous?” he looked prideful.

“No, I’m deprived.” he furrowed his eyebrow, obviously confused. “I- I don’t have a problem.” Classic excuse. “I just need something.” He was still confused, maybe he hadn’t figured out that you were fucked up earlier and that’s why you threw up. He probably thought it was from the car crash. The crash. “Where are my friends?”

“They went back home. We’ve purchased them a new identical vehicle. They’re fine.” He stood up and stretched his back. You guessed he was here for hours just watching you passed out. Maybe making sure you didn’t vomit in your sleep and choke to death within hours of meeting him. “Now, what do you need?”

It almost pained you to say it. You weren’t embarrassed ever except for some reason he was making you seem like you should be. He was in a gang, he dealt with drugs and violence every day. It was almost a surprise how he hadn’t gotten one look at you and know you had a problem. “I’m sorry.” you pulled your legs in close to your chest, biting onto the inside of your lip. “I just need to go- to go home.”

“To that shitty apartment you live in? With too many people, no personal space?” he scoffed and walked over to you, grabbing for your hand. “No. You’re gonna live with me from now on.”

You followed his pull, almost afraid of his harsh words. “No? You’re my soulmate Yoongi, not my keeper. Not my warden.” There was an alarming feeling in the room and he was almost confused. He kept pulling you behind him as he stepped into a hallway.

The walls were full of pictures of him and other boys. You guessed they were the rest of the Bangtan gang. Being on the inside, they didn’t look as threatening as the stories that were told about them around town. They were merciless dealers, hitman, and thieves. Now you were in their den.

“I know I’m not, but listen Blue.” you took note that you were out of the privacy of a closed door and therefore ears were on. “You’re my soulmate and I want you to be protected and not live in a shit hole that’s a step away from getting demolished. You can continue about your daily life, but now I’ll be in it. Probably the rest of Bangtan too. You can stay here with us. With me.” He stopped in front of a door that had Suga scribbled on the front of it, surrounded by cd covers. “This is our room.”

He let go of your hand and stepped back. His eyes watched your hands as they shook and slowly reached for the diamond plated door handle. It turned within your hands as it would come to a million times in the future. Yoongi let you go in alone and he disappeared without a sound when you turned to where he had been seconds prior.

The room was dimly lit already, meaning he hadn’t turned off the lights from whenever he had last been in here. There was a queen size bed off to the corner and the room wasn’t messy, it just wasn’t organized. There was a giant tv in front of the bed and on the other side of the room, there was almost a supercomputer surrounded by papers, cds. Sharpies, pens, and a bunch of different colored post its with scribbles on it.

The room was dark and you couldn’t figure out if you liked it or not. The world that you lived in was crazy. This whole soulmate thing was crazy. When you met your soulmate, it was almost routine to drop whatever was going on in your life and just to mesh with them. This was a lucky situation, the two of you were close enough to make it work and with him forcibly moving you into his life, this could be tragic or amazing. An amazing life with the man with a high bounty. Or you’d die, but that seemed to be a daily risk as of late.

Yoongi had gone to the Bangtan lounge where he’d found the other six members sitting around, discussing his brash actions. None of them were really judging because they’d all decided they would have done the same if faced with the situation. Then they all agreed that was pathetic of them to do, but they’d stick to their guts nonetheless. That’s who the seven of them were, infamous boys who acted before thinking most things through.

“How’d she take it?” Hoseok scooted closed to Jungkook leaving Yoongi room on the couch. He flopped down, forcing everyone to move farther away to make room for their Suga.

“She’s fine, but she keeps mentioning needing something, I don’t want to be invasive and divulge into her personal details, but I’m getting worried. What if she needs some kind of medication or something.” Yoongi was the lazy one of the group, despite how many kills or whatever he had wracked up over the past few years. His intentions were always grand, but it was strange to everyone else how much effort he’d put into this girl. Of course, they knew he was her one and only, they all knew that. Except, they didn’t expect this sort of change especially before barely speaking to her.

“Well, I did a bit of research.” Jimin spoke from the corner with his eyes glued to his phone. He was met with strange eyes. “I didn’t just want to let a stranger into our home with no knowledge. She could be working with the enemy or something-”

“Don’t say that, Jimin.” Yoongi groaned. “She’s my soulmate, you can’t fake that.”

“She’s an addict, Suga. She loves pills, weed, and alcohol. You got yourself a life sentence, not a soul mate.” he chuckled and Yoongi sank lower on the couch. “She’s gonna go through some withdrawal soon, must have also been why she threw up on your shoes. Go check on her, Suga. She’s sick and I guess someone somewhere thought you could fix her.”

The only thoughts that crowded Yoongi’s mind were about how if he had met you sooner he could have stopped this. All he wanted to do was blame himself. Such as if he had made a different turn somewhere, he could have saved you. He would always be full of guilt about not finding you- his soulmate sooner. He believed it was because he always stuck to the shadows when that definitely wasn’t the case. The two of you just never ran down the same path and it was something that should have been more obvious to him.

Meanwhile, you were stopping yourself from throwing up. You hadn’t been this- sober in a while. A lot of painful nights kept flashing in your mind and all you could seem to blame was yourself. There was a lot of wondering about how you wound up this- this pathetic. Relying on all of these illegal things and things to make you forget. Your life hadn’t been too bad, but here you were- suffering.

Yoongi ran into the room out of breathe. Before saying anything, he watched you writhe around on his bed in pain and his face spoke how you were feeling. “I’m sorry it’s me.” you choked out, sniffing up your runny nose. Your eyes couldn’t even look up to meet his, but you know how they probably looked. Disgust was a common thing people saw in you when you ended up like this.

Except when you mounted up the courage to look at him, they read pain. Same as yours. They wanted to help. Yoongi reached out and wiped your tears and wrapped onto of his arms around you, pulling you in tight. He moved around and positioned your hurting body onto his torn up one. The only thing in line of sight were his bare arms, filled with scars and a few fresh wounds. Your shaking fingers ran over them, tracing them up and down.

“Oh, Blue.” he hummed into your ear, flicking his eyes towards the open door. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen worse. I- I want to be here for you and help you. This shit is all crap, but- I know you’re it.” Within a flash his lips were on yours and you suddenly felt numb again. Only for a little bit and then your body was hot.

You kissed him back and the pain you were in floated away, followed by the sparks igniting from the kiss. “You don’t have to pretend.” Was all you kept thinking as the kiss became deeper. He ran has hands through your hair, brushing out the kinks that had formed within it. You pulled away first and you swore you heard a whine at the loss of contact. “I- I have class today.”

School was never truly the first thing on your mind, but maybe it would have to be now. You had begun school majoring in business, but you had quickly changed it to pharmaceuticals.  Was there even a question as to why? It was extremely ironic, but it had caught your eye along with the different things that came along with it. You swore up and down you’d stop the drugs the day you graduated, but it was clear to you in this moment that this was it. You were done because there was no way this guy was going to let you keep pushing yourself closer to death.

His eyes seemed to have seen the world and he wasn’t keen on the idea of letting you end up dead in some street because he gave you some cocaine Bangtan had laying around the home. You untangled yourself from him and woozily stood up. There was a moment before you swayed in your balance, but there he was to catch you. From now on, he’d be there to catch you. Which was good- you seemed to fall a lot.

Your eyes glanced at the large digital clock that was on his desk. “Can I shower? My class is in an hour and a half.” you whispered and reached out to the bed post to support yourself. “Then I can walk to sch-”

“I’ll drive you.” his voice was stern. “And pick you up. Our bathroom is right down the hall.” Yoongi stood up and ran almost like a maniac around the room collecting towels, shower things, and clothes for you to change into. It was so out of character for him to be crazed like this judging by his demeanor that you almost laughed. Almost.

Once he’d gathered everything, he motioned his head towards the door and you backed up to let him lead. “Hold onto the walls.” Yoongi ordered you. The bathroom was at the end of the looming hallway and as you walked by the doors, you heard noises from a few of them. Some held conversations you weren’t keen on listening into and some blasted music or a television show. However, the door next to the bathroom opened as the two of you reached the door.

A lanky man dressed casually in ripped jeans and a white shirt with dark hair had his eyes focused on you. His figure leaned against the door frame and a smirk covered his face. Yoongi didn’t take notice of this other man as he continued into the bathroom, but you had completely stopped. “So this is her?” he spoke and extended a hand to steady your shaking body. “What’s her name?” He didn’t even speak to you, just around.

“Jungkook, don’t you dare fucking touch her.” With a swift motion, Yoongi dropped everything in his hands to the ground and was in between the other member and yourself. His hands held your shoulders and his eyes threw daggers towards the dark haired man who let out a chuckle. “Go find one of your sluts if you want to fucking devour someone, don’t go near her.”

Jungkook kept a malevolent laugh going to himself as Yoongi shuffled you into the bathroom. Once he looked the door, the laugh stopped and the only open door in the home slammed. He picked up all the things he had dropped and placed them onto a shelf, laying them completely neat. “Who was that?” You questioned and sat onto the closed toilet.

“The fucking little shit of Bangtan. His name’s Jungkook and he thinks he can claim whatever the fuck he wants. His fucking beetey eyes were trying to claim you like I wouldn’t fucking notice.” his tone was harsh as he spoke through gritted teeth. “Kid’s a fucking good sharpshoot, but I try not to take him around important people. He wreaks of destruction and sex.” You laughed at the one until Yoongi glanced at you to stop.

“Aren’t you all in a-” your voice turned into a whisper. “-gang.” he rolled his eyes and let out a breathy chuckle as your voice returned to normal. “Don’t you have like some weird dedication to each other and have to- I dunno, care?”

He turned on the water and held his hand under it so he could get it to the perfect temperature. “Yeah, there’s that. That whole thing, but I dunno. Outside of work I tend to stay away from him when it comes to- females. Especially that. Kid’s always in some shit with some bitch he picked up at a bar. I’d risk my life for him though. I’ve done it before. For all of them, actually. Funny how that works.” Yoongi simply shrugged. “I’m gonna go into our room.” A shiver ran through your body as he spoke the word our. “I’ll come check up on you in like 15 minutes? Your school is about a twenty minute drive so that should be enough time.”

He turned away from you to walk out and as soon as his back was turned, you began to lift your shirt. You were still in the same clothes as yesterday and it was disgusting the way they clung to your body. You pulled it off to put it next to the clean clothes he was giving you only to find his eyes on you again. Yoongi cleared his throat. “I don’t want you walking alone around the house- not yet. It’s yours too now, but I need to ease you into the boys. Okay, Y/N? They’ve been in this life for quite a bit and some have mixed reactions about this whole soulmate thing, alright baby?”

Your face was hot as his eyes roamed your body and your crossed your arms to cover your breasts in an instant. “Y-Yep, got it.”

The moment he was gone, you removed the rest of your clothes and slowly stepped into the marble shower. The shower itself was spacious and covered in gold. There was no rust on any inch of it, so you could only infer it may have been pure gold. The water wasn’t too hot, actually. It was around the temperature you preferred. Warm but with a little bit of chill to keep you lucid.

However, you weren’t exactly all there in this moment. As you rubbed the soap over your body, you felt the bruises that were covering it from the car crash. The car crash that he had caused. You’d been ignoring it, but here it was in your face. That just seemed to be the way he was. When he had a goal, he was jet set on getting it and that had carried over.

As you got lost in your thoughts, you didn’t really notice until you slid onto the floor of the shower. You sat for a few minutes before hoisting yourself up and finishing cleaning yourself. You could almost feel the bruises darkening and hurting a bit more, but luckily most of them were in hidden spots. He heard a faint knock on the door almost instantaneously after turning off the water.

“Hello?” you called out, patting yourself dry with the towels he had left for you.

“Blue, I’m ready to go whenever you are.” his melodious tone flowed through your ears. “I have your bag and everything too, alright? I’ll be right here waiting.”

His dedication made you happy. You didn’t know him well- obviously, but the thought of having someone who you’re fated to be with that doesn’t reject it was almost alarming. A lot of people simply rejected the soulmate law. They didn’t want to believe that some weird push and pull of the world was truly controlling their destiny even if the proof was right there.


Author’s Note;; Feedback would be appreciated as I am going to write one of these for each of the BTS members. I’d like to know everyone’s thoughts and such!!

Hoseok’s installment!

Taehyung’s installment!

Part 2 

You’re My Fish

Request: hi can I ask for Auston Matthews imagine please? where he picks a fight for no reason and then you’re mad so you go to stay at your place after a week you realized it’s Ema’s birthday (his mom) so you go over to help her make cake and stuff during that Ema tell you about how Auston mess up and then he walks in and you guys make up? Thank you so much❤️

A/N: I feel like I say the same thing every time, so I’m just going to say I adore this boy and leave it at that. 

Word Count: 1390

Warnings: Cursing. (Sorry, it’s just who I am as a person.)


“What do you mean, you don’t understand why I’m upset?” Auston asks running his hands through his hair. “I’m upset, no I’m pissed- furious, actually because there are random guys liking your photos on Instagram.”

“It’s public, Auston. Loads of random girls like your photos and you don’t see me getting all bent out of shape about it.” You sigh. Auston is only getting more upset, nothing you say is helping. All because some random guy liked a couple of your photos this morning. One of which was the sunrise and another was the ice before anyone skated on it. “You’re overreacting.”

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Malia Tate x EvolvedWolf!Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Sexual content, smut, girl on girl action yay!
Word count: 1 115

Tags: @peacefullytatted01


You’ve never had a problem with running mile after mile on all fours, but today you felt tired, restless. The legs beneath you didn’t carry you as they used to and you had an unsatisfied feeling in the lower region of your body.

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