Thanks to the amazing anon! I managed to write something! WOOHOO! After finishing it, I realised that it is a very cheesy, fluffy fic that involves you and Mark. I have no shame! Enjoy!
(Y/E/C)- your eye colour
“Ok, so I lost to (Y/N) and Ethan lost to Mark,” Tyler summarized. “Meaning the finale is against Mark and (Y/N)!” You grinned, taking a seat opposite Mark. “I still think this is the stupidest video that will plague the internet.” You said. “And that’s saying a lot since it’s competing with Mark’s channel.” The boys laughed, while Mark took on an expression of mock hurt. “I thought you loved me, (Y/N)” He whimpered. “I thought you believed in my work.” You sighed and crossed your legs on the seat. Reclining against the chair and staring at your boyfriend. “Your pushing my belief into doubt with this “staring competition challenge”. Can you three not think of anything better?” The boys shrugged, not giving you much hope or reassurance.
“Now remember, the first to look away or blink, loses.” Ethan said. Your eyes were already glued to Mark’s, and it took all of your strength not to look at Ethan as he started making funny faces at the brunet man-child. “Starting in, 3…2…1…GO!” Tyler yelled and silence quickly swallowed the room. Seconds ticked by, and you were already giggling. “Amazing content right here,” You said, “So riveting to watch two grown adults stare at each other.” “Well, I’m certainly enjoying the view.” Mark replied. You poked your tongue at him, ignoring the heat that wormed across your cheeks. “Flattery won’t give you this victory, Markimoo.” You sneered. “We’ll see, babe.” More seconds ticked by. Tyler and Ethan danced around the two of you. In the corner of your eye, you could make out Tyler pulling strange faces while wearing a ridiculously orange wig. While Ethan had Chica by the front paws and was doing some sort of waltz.
“You know you have really beautiful eyes,” Mark said and you focused back on the man. “That shade of (Y/E/C) is mesmerizing. Especially when the afternoon sun reflects off of them. Absolute perfection.” Your instinct was to look away. Avoid his adoring stare as the blush brightened your skin. But you held firm. Pressing your lips in a thin line to keep from giggling like an idiot. “Those delicate cheekbones. Your smooth and soft lips. Everything about your face is so dazzling, I can do nothing but stare.” “You shouldn’t have a problem with this challenge then,” You said, unable to keep a wide smile from your face. Mark’s grin was almost mocking. A little smug. He knew how you felt about flattery. It was basically your kryptonite. Turning you to puddy at even the smallest compliment.
Mark leaned forward a bit. Resting his elbow on his knee and holding his chin in his hand. His eyes gazed into yours, his expression gentle. Why did he have to look at you like that? “Every morning, when I roll over to look at you, I feel so happy to have you by my side. To wake up and see your hair all messy, your face untouched by that cake you put on. And when you open your eyes, all tired and puffy, I feel blessed to see your true beauty.” You bit your lip. Your whole body was flush with embarrassment and giddiness. “Everything about you is so angelic. Even when you look away in embarrassment. Or laugh so hard you’re on the ground. It’s all so bewitching to watch.” “Stop it,” You said with a laugh. “This is so not fair!” “But the worst thing about it is that you don’t see it. You’re an amazing person. So full of life, so full of laughter, that when you walk into a room, it’s brightened by your smile.” His gaze burned into you. You were frozen in place. “Even on your bad days I see so much light radiating from you, it almost blinding. You can do anything and everything! I believe in you. And I hope one day, everything you wish for, will find it’s way to you. And I hope that, when that day comes, I’ll be there to see you bask in your own brilliance. And come to the realization that you are something incredible.” Your eyes were almost teary. You glanced down, blinking and smiling, then you snapped your head up and gasped. “Wait! No, that’s cheating!” You shrieked. But it was already too late. Mark whooped with victory, grinning profusely and laughing. “Sorry, babe, I win! Markimoo flattered his way to victory!” He hollered excitedly. You groaned and slid off your chair. Pretending to storm off angrily and disappearing off screen.
You stopped when you saw Tyler and Ethan sitting on the floor. Their eyes fixated on Mark with awe and open mouths. “Tell us more,” Ethan begged. “How much do we mean to you Mark?” Tyler asked. And Mark ended the video with you collapsing on the ground in fits of laughter and Ethan wrapping himself around his left leg, yelling “Senpai!”
you are the only child of the king. Your family has been pressuring you
for a long time to start having children. Your father declares he
doesn’t even care if they’re bastards. He just needs you to have babies
to secure the succession once he’s gone. You, however, have made it
clear that you have no interest in having children and flatly refuse to
In desperation, the king tells one of his best
spy-assassins to start putting a mild sleeping potion in your drink,
just enough that you’ll sleep through it when he sneaks into your
chambers and pours a little of the fertility potion down your throat.
This potion is the most potent there is, and is known to frequently
cause someone to have multiples. After the spy-assassin has done this,
he is to try to impregnate you. More than once in a night if he can. He
does so very gently so you don’t even know the next morning that you’ve
After only the third night of him doing this to
you, you decide to take an evening ride just to clear your mind of all
the fighting you’ve been doing with your family. Unfortunately, as
darkness falls you cross paths with an goblin raiding party. They
recognize your livery and grab you. They drag you back to their camp and
several of them proceed to rape you for several days. Sore, hurting,
and desperately afraid, you finally find a way to escape when all the
goblins are asleep. You don’t stop running until you find one of the
soldiers your father has sent to find you.
You’re too ashamed to
admit what was done to you, and you decide you will never tell anyone.
Then the symptoms begin. The nausea all through the day, the cravings
for strange foods at strange times, the fatigue and aching, the constant
need to relieve yourself. Every day you grow more afraid, hoping you’re
really just sick. You don’t get to hold onto that hope for long. Your
belly starts to round outwards, growing faster than it ought to. You
hide it under your robes, you tell no one.
You do such a good job
of hiding it that your father instructs the spy-assassin to re-start his
efforts. As usual, he gets you to sleep, then gives you the fertility
potion. But when he opens your robes and sees your naked body and the
roundness of your tummy. He chuckles in satisfaction and even though
he’s done his job, he has one last slow fuck, enjoying the feel of your
pregnant belly under his hand.
He tells your parents that you’re
most definitely pregnant. They’re absolutely thrilled and pay him
handsomely for his services, and to keep him quiet. They summon you to
their chambers the next morning and your father says he can tell that
you’re with child.
That’s when you burst into tears and confess
what happened with the goblins. It’s also when they have to confess what
they’ve been doing to you.
Which leaves you and them with a
terrible dilemma. There’s no way to know who’s child or children you’re
carrying. The two events happened so close together that it could be
You are left wondering what to do with your belly that
keeps growing all too fast, seeming to expand another month’s worth by
the week. The quick growth could be due to carrying twins or even
triplets, the much wanted heirs.
Or you could be carrying a goblin
baby. They are much larger than human babies and grow quite quickly.
Which makes it very painful, difficult and dangerous for a human to
deliver one. A good portion of those birthing such babies don’t make it,
and many who do are too damaged from the ordeal to ever conceive again.
Your slight build and small hips mean that even a normal human birth
would be a risk for you, but a goblin baby would mean you almost
certainly wouldn’t emerge alive and still fertile. And the royal line
would die with you.
Your parents keep you confined to the palace.
You don’t trust anyone. You don’t drink anything you haven’t kept in
your hand the entire time, not anymore. You don’t sleep much, either.
You just lay there and feel helpless and violated, angry and utterly
alone. You feel vindictive and in a way you don’t give a damn what
you’re carrying, because you hate it so much. You hate everything,
including yourself and how you look now, your once beautiful, slender
body ruined by pregnancy that’s turned you puffy and swollen, with a
huge belly jutting out in front of you as a constant reminder of how
you’ve been betrayed. You can do nothing but wait to see what your
parents will do, wondering if they’re going to send you to your death.
All you know is that they better decide soon because your belly is only
getting bigger and bigger.
A/n: to the anon who slid chocolate to me asking for some angst… I will except your chocolate and write this.
WARNING: this isn’t my usual fluff, it’s more angst. But don’t worry! It’s not that sad (I don’t think) anyway enjoy you angst lovers. ^^
“Alright, y/n I’m going to take off the brace”
Y/n couldn’t speak or nod their head. So all they did to show approval to the Overwatch medic was a smile and a thumbs up.
Y/n has been stuck in a cast for about a week or two. An accident on base caused them to get a blow to the neck. This blow damaged their windpipe and vocal chords. Making it impossible for them to speak until they fully healed.
Now this blow wasn’t from an enemy, nor a best friend. But a lover.
Zarya has been training y/n in the gym for quite some time. Improving their strength and drive with each visit. However, for one crucial minute when Zarya wasn’t spotting y/n on the bench press. Their hands slipped and the weight came crashing down on their neck. They were stuck there with no hope of getting the weight off. Their yelping for help is what caused the weight to damage their vocal chords. The constant pressure of the weight on the delicate skin caused the vocal chords to fail and become damaged.
During this time Zarya was in a full panic. After lifting the weight off of their lover with no effort at all she saw the line where the weight had crashed. The area was swelling up, making it near impossible for y/n to speak or breath.
After lifting them up this memory was nothing but a blur to Zarya. Full of apologies and kisses. She sprinted to mercy on the verge of tears nearly yelling at the medic in full on Russian. Mercy didn’t even need for Zarya to explain in English when she saw their neck, she rushed them in the back to decrease the swelling.
“There, how does that feel?”
Mercy slowly pulled off the extremely stiff brace from y/n’s neck. They stayed frozen in place not wanting to move. Mercy noticed their behavior and spoke.
“The blow did not damage your spine, the mussels in your neck stopped it. So any soreness that you may feel is just the mussels alright?”
Y/n slowly nodded as Mercy gently placed her hands under y/n’s jaw and guided their head. First left and right, then up and down. Y/n didn’t feel much until Mercy pulled their head forward and back. Y/n tried to squeak but only air came out. Mercy quickly put her hand on their mouth and continued.
“You cannot speak, not a sound, if you do it will slow the healing. Got it?”
Y/n nodded as they smiled once more.
Mercy returned the smile as she stood up and wrote some stuff on her clipboard. She then stepped outside for a couple of minutes.
When she returned Zarya was right behind her. Listening to every instruction she gave to her.
“Whatever happens, no matter what. Don’t let them speak ok.”
Zarya gave a stiff nod and responded, “Thank you Doctor; I will make sure they don’t exert themselves.”
Mercy hummed before remembering the last thing on her clipboard.
“And no solid foods! Their throat will still be damaged and I don’t want them working overtime alright?”
Zarya gave one last nod before the medic left. She then turned to y/n who was sitting on top of a medical bed giving the happiest smile to their love.
Zarya walked over to them, planted a kiss on their head and spoke.
“I need to drive you to our home, you are free to go back.”
Y/n’s eyes lit up and a wide smile reached their lips. They happily jumped down from the bed and started to walk beside Zarya. They then turned as if to say something, only to get a stern look from Zarya.
Y/n closed their mouth and continued down the corridor.
Once in the car it was dead silent. Y/n was sitting shotgun while Zarya drove. Y/n was usually the one to speak up and spark a conversation while driving but right now. Zarya didn’t know what to say.
Y/n slumped back in the seat and turned the radio on. After a few seconds of static, a song started to play.
“We don’t talk anymore, we don’t talk anymore, what was all of it for?”
Zarya grunted at the song and slammed it to the next station.
“But I know that I’ll make it out alive,
If I quit calling you my lover,
Move on. You watch me bleed until I can’t breathe”
Zarya gave the radio a death glare before shutting it off forcefully before speaking.
“American songs are so weird.”
This caused y/n to giggle. However, the sound that came was horrendous. It was closer to car brakes then and actual voice. Y/n slammed their hands on their mouth before Zarya responded.
“Don’t speak! … Please don’t…”
Y/n looked at Zarya who was now teary eyed. She wiped her face as she pulled into the driveway. She quickly got out and started for the door.
Y/n threw their hands in the air to express their feelings. They were shocked by Zarya’s sudden silence. As soon as y/n stepped out of the car Zarya had already disappeared into the home. This made y/n’s eyebrows furrow as they shut the car door.
They ran up to the door opening. They looked left and right throughout the entrance hallway to find Zarya. When she was nowhere in sight they moved to the dining area to see her grabbing a soup can.
Zarya didn’t even look up when y/n came in, she only spoke to them.
“I’m heating up some soup for your dinner. It will help your throat.”
Zarya grabbed a pot and poured the contents in, lighting the stove to heat up the simple meal.
Y/n started to walk over to Zarya who still wasn’t looking up. They rolled their eyes as they tapped the floor with their foot to gain her attention. This proved to be pointless for she ignored y/n.
Y/n raised an eyebrow at the Russian who was playing the quiet game. Their second attempt was a quick two snaps, then a whistle. Still nothing.
Y/n had enough. They walked right up to Zarya who was still looking at the pot. They placed both hands on the counter and spoke.
“It’s hard to not talk when you remain silent.”
A staggering breath escaped Zarya’s throat at she heard y/n’s voice. It was nothing more than a whisper. But it sounded strained and painful. She quickly snapped her head up to look at y/n. Her face was full of sorrow and desperation. Her eyes were puffy and red. She tried so desperately to keep the knot in her throat down. Zarya then without warning cupped y/n’s head with one hand before speaking.
“Don’t speak… Please… You need to heal. It was my fault for everything. If I was just there when you were lifting the weight, I would’ve caught it. I would’ve stopped it from hitting you. Your beautiful voice would still be here. If… I… Just…”
Zarya was gripping the spoon in her other hand so tight that her knuckles were white. She tilted her head down looking at the floor, not looking at y/n.
Y/n suddenly grabbed Zarya’s face and kissed her. They stayed like that for a long time before they pulled away. Y/n was shushing Zarya as she apologized in both Russian and English. At the moment those languages were one in the same to Zarya. Her thoughts were so clouded that she couldn’t tell when she was speaking in English or Russian.
Y/n kissed her again before speaking one last time holding Zarya’s head once more.
“I forgive you, it wasn’t your fault.”
The both of them ate the soup before quickly sliding into bed. Zarya was extra careful not to touch y/n’s neck while asleep. However, she did hold them in a loving embrace never wanting to let go.
Zarya wanted to protect them from everything the world threw at them, no matter how big or small.
After what happened Zarya was extra careful with y/n and kept them out of harm’s way.
It was her duty to keep y/n safe from the world. And she will never let them get harmed on her watch ever again.
She kissed their head in their sleep and slowly drifted off herself.
“You can call me desperate if you want, Jungkook”, Yoongi glared at Jungkook and you could hear his deep breath. “But that’s what I call love.”
“Love? Seriously Yoongi?”, Jungkook spat. “You’ve been with her for how long? 2 months? 3 months? I’ve dated her for 2 YEARS. We’ve been through a lot together. That’s what you call love.”
Your whimpers echoed through Yoongi’s phone and he automatically clenched his hands around it. He couldn’t stand hearing you like this.
“2 months. And I’ve known her just as long as you, Jungkook”, Yoongi’s whole body tensed up as he lifted his chin towards the younger boy. “Unlike you, I noticed her from the very beginning. I’ve noticed her and fell for her in the second she stepped into the room. But she only had eyes for you. She was head over heels for you and I couldn’t do anything to make her look at me like she looked at you, not even roughly.”
New tears started running down your face. He was so hurt. You had never noticed his love for you, his small attempts to distract your attention from the uninterested maknae. But you always only had eyes for Jungkook. You had thought that he was the one for you and nobody else compared to him.
You had to go to Yoongi, now. You had to hold him and reassure him how much he meant to you. You had to make him feel good again.
Quickly, you grabbed your clothes and pulled them on as fast as you could, while holding onto your phone, not wanting to miss anything the two boys were saying.
As you jumped into your shoes and pushed yourself out of Yoongi’s room, 5 pairs of eyes looked at you in confusion. You simply shook your head at them, not having the time to explain anything as you ran out of their apartment and to their studio down the street.
Carelessly, you pushed the passersby out of the way and ran as fast as your feet would take you until you finally reached the front door. Pushing it open, the secretary got up and started talking to you but you ignored her completely, keeping your pace and running to the studio you knew Yoongi was always in.
The door was still open from when Jungkook had stormed inside and as you stood in the door frame and tried to catch your breath, both of them turned around, facing you.
“(Y/N) what are you doing here? I told you I’d be coming home”, Yoongi said worriedly and moved towards you but Jungkook was faster.
“(Y/N)”, he breathed out, took two big steps and wrapped his arms around you, making you stiffen under his touch. He smelled so familiar, yet so foreign, making your heart beat faster and mind go dizzy. Your phone slipped out of your hand as you slowly hugged him back. His face was buried in your hair and you heard him mumble something against it but you couldn’t make out what it was.
Suddenly, his warm body was gone and you unknowingly let out a disappointed whimper as you opened your eyes. You hadn’t even noticed how you had started to relax under his touch.
Yoongi was about to scream at Jungkook but as soon as he heard your whimper, he stopped in his tracks and looked at you. Your eyes were big in surprise and you were staring at Jungkook who was staring daggers into Yoongi. His heart broke at the sight in front of him and he realized one more time how much you had to still be loving Jungkook.
“Why did you come here (Y/N)?”, Yoongi whispered, barely audible and you finally turned your gaze from Jungkook away to him. Now, both of the boys’ attention were on you.
You knew that they were waiting for an answer. But suddenly you weren’t so sure of what you wanted to do. You had come to the studio to save Yoongi from his own disappointing thoughts. To make sure he knew what you felt for him and that you weren’t going to go back to Jungkook because you had him. You had him who treated you like a princess and more. You were sure, nothing Jungkook would do, would make you rethink your decision. Yet here you were, completely confused and million of thoughts running through your mind. When Jungkook had touched you, a firework exploded in your stomach and your whole body reacted to his touch. Smelling his familiar scent, made you automatically relax into him and feeling his warmth remembered you of the past two years you had spent together. Your body reacted as if he hadn’t broken your heart only a couple of months ago and it confused you. The only thing that was different from all the other times he had hugged you, was the stinging in your heart and the tiny noises in the back of your mind, reminding you that IU had been laying in this arms as well.
You looked at Yoongi and a wave of happiness washed over you, making you instantly smile at him. His face lit up a little bit but his thoughts were too dark to completely give in to your happiness. You remembered every light touch Yoongi had placed on you, every small gesture he had shared with you. You remembered his loving words and his confessions. He had opened up so much towards you and he was willingly giving himself to you even though he knew how you felt for Jungkook.
“I-I’m here to stop you guys from arguing and make you come home faster”, you said as you turned to Yoongi and you gratefully witnessed how his whole body visibly relaxed. You stepped closer to him and softly placed your hands around his face, inspecting the wounds Jungkook had caused on his face. A small smile crept onto Yoongi’s lips and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. “We need to take care of these wounds Yoongi, I don’t want you to take any scars with you from today.”
Your fingers gently caressed his face when Jungkook spoke. “(Y/N)…”, his voice broke and he had to swallow hard. You turned your gaze to him and sucked in your breath to stay strong, so you wouldn’t give into his words.
“Please don’t give up on us so easily…”, he whispered, making Yoongi stiffen but you gently placed your hands on his arms, signaling him that he didn’t need to worry.
“Jungkook”, he closed his eyes at the sound of his name coming from your lips. It had been so long since he had heard it and he missed it like crazy. He missed you. “I didn’t give up on us. You were the one, telling me how insecure I am and that we needed to take a break. You were the one running off to IU as soon as I was out of the way.”
He looked at you desperately but you kept talking. “I was a wreck thanks to you. I loved you, Jungkook”, you stopped and inhaled deeply, stroking Yoongi’s hand comfortingly. “No, honestly I still love you. I still have dreams about you, I relive that moment you broke up with me almost every night. In the middle of the day, I get flashbacks from our past two years together mixed with our last fight and it all gets too much. I was about to lose myself until Yoongi came around and was there for me. He helped me when nobody else was there for me. He helped me gain confidence again. Because you know what?”, you eyed Jungkook’s face that was slowly covered by tears.
You gulped before you continued. “I was confident when we were together. I was convinced that you would love me as much as I loved you. I was sure that we would last forever because I really thought you were the one for me. But I’m just a normal girl. And IU is an idol. Your favorite idol. Your ideal type. Every woman would have been insecure in that moment. That doesn’t mean that I would have been jealous every time you’d spent more time with her than with me because I knew that I was the one dating you, not her. But seeing how soon you let me go to be with her, broke my heart. It broke me. That was the moment I actually got insecure but Yoongi helped me to built up my self-confidence again.”
You turned your gaze to Yoongi, seeing all the love he had for you openly displayed on his face. “He treated me the way you used to. He showed me how much there was to love about myself and he showed me how many things out there can make us happy. He was there for me whenever I needed him, no matter what he had to do. I was always his number one. He treated me with so much love that I thought I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve him.”
Slowly you turned your head to look at Jungkook, whose face was puffy and tears streamed down his face continuously. You felt the need to go up to him, to hold him in your arms and to tell him that everything would be alright. You wanted to show him how much you still loved him and wipe those tears away. You wanted to see his beautiful smile and you wanted to be the cause of it.
Tears started to well up in your eyes as well and you bit down on your lower lip, making sobs erupt through Jungkook’s body as he saw that small gesture of yours, signaling him how you were struggling with that situation as well.
“But you know what Jungkook?”, you choked out. “I do deserve him. I deserve someone who loves me all these years even though I only had eyes for you. I deserve someone who doesn’t just give up on me and runs to the next girl. I deserve someone who cares and loves as much as Yoongi does.”
“I-I didn’t mean to”, Jungkook sobbed. “Honestly, I don’t even know what went through my mind when I left you like that. I really don’t know.”
He broke out into heartbreaking sobs, which made your heart clench and feel like someone was stabbing knifes into it over and over again. Yoongi’s finger glided over your face and wiped away some tears that were streaming down your cheeks.
“I love you (Y/N). I loved you this whole time. I know you probably won’t believe me but I never did anything with IU. I couldn’t. You were always on my mind. I kept seeing your heartbroken face in front of me every time she would only get close to me and I had to restrain myself to push her away. In the end of the day, we were still filming the show”, he let out a shaky breath and rubbed his neck. “I saw how the fans were reacting, shipping us and making up all these things and I hoped that would bring you back to me. I hoped that making you jealous would make you fight for me and we could be happy again. Like we used to.”
You had thought about that possibility as well. Jungkook was always the one to make people come back to him, no matter what he had to do. Even if it meant to make his girlfriend jealous on live television. You shook your head at him. “I tried calling you Jungkook. That whole week before shooting had started, I called you on a daily basis until you told me to stop contacting you. Don’t try to tell me differently”, a shaky, sarcastic laugh escaped your lips.
“You said it yourself, that was before the show had started. I was still furious and needed time for myself that’s why I said we should take a break. Not break up. I never meant to let you go. I never meant to find you in the arms of another man. In the arms of my hyung”, Jungkook’s voice was full of sorrow and regret.
“Then why did it feel like that? Why did it feel like you were letting me go forever?”, you whispered back, making Jungkook stare at you at the sound of your brokenness.
He was quick in jumping forward and moving Yoongi aside, cupping your face with his hands and placing his soft lips onto yours.
didn’t watch where I was going. Tears blocked my vision and all I
wanted was to get out of Dan’s room. In the corner of my eye I saw
Phil open the door to his bedroom and glance at me. There was a
questioning look on his face as if he wanted to ask ‘Rose why are you
crying like a baby?’.
completely ignored the dark haired boy. My brain was focused on
escaping. I didn’t have enough strength to face Dan anymore. My
moment of braveness had faded as quickly as it came. Once again my
steps echoed through the stairwell. On the way down I passed a few
male students who all looked at me the same way as Phil had earlier:
worried and confused. I pulled the entrance door open once I had
reached the ground level. When I stepped out of the building I was
greeted by heavy rain. Thick rain drops were falling from the sky.
They immediately got my white t-shirt and black jeans wet. The fabric
started sticking to my body after seconds of being outside.
now?’ I asked myself in despair as I wiped away the tears on my
cheeks which was pretty useless considering the fact that it was
raining heavily. I could tell the difference between rain drop and
tear drop though. One left a salty taste in my mouth along with
invisible scars on my cheeks while the other was cold and fresh and
accompanied me in my sadness.
knew that if I went back to my dorm I would be greeted by Charlotte
and her rude remarks. She’d surely tease me about the lies Caleb told
everybody and I wasn’t having that. Not now that I was an emotional
train wreck. Hayley’ s room mate was probably over so I couldn’t go
the library again then.’ I said to myself with a sigh.
I started heading to the library, already soaked because of the rain.
I still hadn’t stopped sobbing and now my shoulders were shaking
because of the coldness too.
hair was stuck to my forehead and I once again cursed the weather
forecast and those stupid grey clouds and Dan for being such an
asshole and myself for letting him get to me.
I could hear somebody shout in the far distance, but I just kept
walking, not sure of I had imagined the noise. It was impossible to
hear something through the sound of the rain, right?
wait!” I heard again, this time it was louder and didn’t seem that
far away anymore. I abandoned the thought that I had just imagined
the shouts. Then it hit me. I immediately stopped walking. My feet
were glued to the black asphalt that was flooded by the rain. I could
clearly hear him get closer and closer, but I was afraid of turning
around. Fear was stuck in every corner of my body. Maybe I was afraid
of facing him again. Maybe it was the fact that he called me Rose
again. Or maybe I was afraid of the fact that I knew it was him
because of the way my first name sounded when he said it. Or maybe I
was just simply afraid because the way he said 'Rose’ gave me
goosebumps. I stood frozen and stared at the falling rain. The drops
of water hit the dark ground.
lilac vans were dirty and completely soaked. I even felt the wetness
in my socks. Without wanting to, my sobs got heavier again while I
waited for him to catch up. Honestly, I didn’t even know why I
stopped walking. Why did I not start running instead?
Dan said this time from right behind me.
finally turned around slowly. I looked up from the ground and met his
brown eyes. They looked so warm and familiar. There wasn’t even a
hand’s width between us. His chest was so close to mine and I could
tell that his heart was rapidly beating since he was panting like
crazy. He was completely out of breath from running after me.
sorry.” he whispered. His voice came out weak as if he was about to
cry as well. I pressed my eyes close taking in his words. Tears
spilled from my eyes. My lip was quivering and I had to cover my
mouth with my hand to stop a loud sob from escaping. This was the
second time that he apologized and it hurt even more now.
I’m honestly so sorry. I don’t want you to cry, please.” Dan
pleaded with a worried look at my tears. He had always panicked when
I cried. I was still frozen, not getting out a single word.
you said in my room is true. I wanted to forget that I apologized and
now I’m doing it again and I promise I won’t deny it this time.” he
spoke quietly. He searched for my eyes but I was avoiding his gaze.
I really mean this. I’m sorry for messing up so many times. I’m sorry
for telling Caleb that stupid lie. We both know you are way too good
for me. I’m sorry for making everybody believe that we slept with
each other. We both know you don’t do one time things, you are a
'let’s get married’ kinda girl. You are also not dumb enough to waste
your time with an idiot like me. I’m
sorry for making Charlotte and her friends hate you. We both know you
wouldn’t even stab your worst enemy in the back. I’m so sorry for
making you cry. We both know how beautiful your smile is and how
puffy and red your eyes get after crying. And god, I’m sorry for
everything I put you through in high school. It was so unnecessary
and cowardly. I’m sorry for who I became. I really am.
I’m also sorry for breaking my promise.” He stopped to look at me
as if he was asking for the permission to talk about that.
gulped hard. His words were still sinking in. They were flooding my
body like the rain flooded the street. I still didn’t manage to look
up and meet his eyes.
what-oh.” I said as I realized what promise he was talking about.
on Dan.” I shouted with excitement. The sun was going to set soon
and me and my best friend Dan wanted to reach our spot behind the
woods to watch the sunset. It was basically just a little hill in the
middle of a huge field, but we spent most of our summer break there.
I was glad that Dan moved into the house next to mine a couple of
years ago. Everyday I’d just have walk out of my house and knock on
his door. It wouldn’t even take him a minute to put on his shoes so
we could play outside. We had built a little tree house in the woods
so whenever we didn’t go to our hill we’d just hang out there. Both
of us were growing older so we didn’t play in the same way as we used
to. But sometimes we just couldn’t help ourselves and we’d pick up
twigs. I’d pretend it’s a wand and he’d pretend it’s a sword and then
we would fight.
on my way.” Dan yelled back, catching up. Dan had gained a lot of
height in the last couple months and I always felt like he wasn’t
used to his long legs.
we reached our little hill the sky was dark red and the sun looked
like a blood orange. I sat down in the grass and stared at the
vanishing fireball in awe.
it’s beautiful.” Dan breathed as soon as he sat down beside me.
nodded and then we just enjoyed the silence that followed for a
couple of minutes. When the sun was half gone I looked over to my
best friend since kindergarten. His brown eyes were focused on the
sunset and there was a little smile on his lips.
I asked cautiously, making his head turn.
he mumbled still deep in thought.
you remember when we painted on each others faces in kindergarten and
our mums got really mad because we were actually supposed to paint a
picture of the others face?” I asked him,laughing a little at the
course I remember. I couldn’t get the blue colour off my face for
days.” Dan said and a giant grin spread across his face.
do you remember when we shared an imaginary dog and you even made
your mother get real food for him?” I asked again, still looking at
could I ever forget Mr. Bear?” Dan asked in return and I had to
admit that Mr. Bear was unforgettable.
and Dan, do you remember when we had this fake wedding in the woods
and your grandma had even made a bridal veil for me?” I asked him
this time blushing. I closed my eyes waiting for his answer as I
hoped he wouldn’t notice my red cheeks.
sometimes I feel like your parents knew that their daughter would
blush all the time when they gave you that name. You have the
prettiest rosy cheeks ever, Mrs. Howell.” He said and somehow he
sounded nonchalantly while I felt my inside tingle the moment he
joked about me being Mrs. Howell.
are you asking me all of that though? It’s not like I could ever
forget those memories.” he questioned and my cheeks got even
hotter. I nervously chewed on my bottom lip not sure if and how I
should address my concern. Dan eyed my obvious signs of insecurity.
on Rose, we have been best friends since kindergarten. Whatever it is
you can tell me.”
looked him deep in the eye as assurance before I opened my mouth.
well I’m just scared that you will forget about me as soon as you
start high school after summer.” I admitted my fear. Dan was a year
older than me and that had never really been a problem but why would
a high schooler want to hang out with a middle schooler?
will never forget about you. You will always be my best friend. I
Dan whispered and smiled at me gently. There was only one
last glimmer of the sun left and just as that vanished as well I felt
Dan’s hand on top of mine. His palm was warm against my cold skin and
it was something we had never done before. I glanced down onto our
joined hands just as he intertwined our fingers. My heart skipped a
beat and I raised my head to look at Dan. He was still looking ahead
to where the sun set only seconds ago. I could tell that there was a
rosy glow on my cheeks again while Dan acted like he didn’t even
notice that we were holding hands. But there was a little smile on
his lips that totally gave him away.
now the question is how did they go from this to hating each other?
Part 6 will be up next Friday!)
THIS IS PART 2, PLEASE CLICK HERE IF YOU HAVEN’T READ PART 1!
Genre: A bed full with Jin’s handsomeness and tears lmao. Enjoy!
You thought it would go over. You thought your heart would go back to normal. What was normal to begin with? Two months went by and you were still as broken as the first day. You were still laying under your covers, not doing anything at all. It was unhealthy, you lost a lot of weight. Became paler and smaller. It was scary how much the break up affected you.
Your phone has been off for weeks. You just couldn’t stand that your social medias getting spammed with hate comments about how happy everyone was that Jin broke up with you. Or how happy they were that Jin started to date a model, Nana.
It was just too much to handle.
You had no idea how they were doing, how he was doing to be exact. But one thing you knew was that he was happy. He was finally happy with her. After years of seeing her with other men, he was finally able to call her his and only his.
You laid there, with your puffy eyes open. You tried so hard to not think about him, but it was impossible. Everything you did or saw reminded you of him. Seeing a pink shirt made you think of him. Seeing a cooking show on TV made you think of him. Just closing your eyes and seeing black made you think of him. It was impossible not to. It was hard, it was exhausting and tiring.
You didn’t want to think about him. You didn’t want to think about his beautiful lips, his amazing persionality that made you feel loved although it was just something little that he did and it hurts just by thinking about it.
Was this pain you felt inside ever going to go away? Will the pain keep breaking your already broken heart?
When you thought that everything was going back to normal, that your life was finally coming back. You thought you were going to be able to get out of bed, go and find a job and actually live a happy life.
All your thoughts literally burned to ashes when you opened the door that late night and saw someone you didn’t expect to see after 3 months.
It felt like all the feelings came rushing back and hit your heart over again. Because once you saw him, standing there, drenched because of the rain, you thought back to the night 3 years ago and you didn’t even need to ask him because you knew what happened.
You didn’t want to let him in, but at the same time, your heart was begging you to let him inside. It was begging you to let him heal it because your heart knew he was the only one who could heal your broken heart.
“I-I need you” he whispered as his lips trembled because of the windy weather outside.
It broke you apart to hear him like that. If the past months has been hell, then you didn’t know what hell was until now. Just looking at him made your heart drop 10 feet down.
“Come in” you said and opened the door for him and stepepd aside so he could come inside. You shut the door behind him while he took off his shoes. He was shaking.
“Wait here” you told him and ran to the bathroom for a towel. You were on your toes when you felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around your waist, stopping you from moving.
“I’m sorry…” he whispered, his voice low and calm but you could still hear his nervousness in his voice. His arms were tightly wrapped around you. It felt good to be in his arms. This was what you’ve dreamed of, then why did it feel so wrong at the same time?
You grabbed his hand and pulled them away before turning around to him.
“You can’t do this. Just because you guys had a fight doesn’t mean that it’s okay for you to come back. You’ll come back to find me and then leave again when you get back to each other. And my heart can’t take it. Please, leave me alone, I’m begging you” you looked at him in the eyes, your voice shaking and your fists clenched.
To be honest, you wanted to grab him by his drenched shirt and pull him towards you. You wanted to kiss his plump lips and you wanted him as near as possible. You wanted everything about him, but at the same time, you couldn’t. You couldn’t be that selfish, you couldn’t take a taken man away from someone he really loves. You couldn’t be that heartless even though it really felt like it.
“No, Y/N… it’s not like that, I-” you lifted your hand, telling him to stop. You gave him the towel and walked out of the bathdroom. Was he seriously going to explain something that you already knew?
You didn’t get the chance to walk away from him because as soon as you came out through the door, he was right after you and had his hand around your wrist.
“Just listen to me, will you?” Jin asked. His grip on you was hard but not hard enough to actually hurt you.
“No I won’t. Because I know what you’re going to say. I’m so used to this. I’m used to you seeing me as a second choice. I’m used to you coming back everytime you guys fight. I’m used to you leaving. I’m so fúcking used to you breaking my heart, over and over again!” you snapped at him as you pulled away your hand.
Jin was surprised but he already knew how badly he had treated you. He knew all of this. He wouldn’t lie and say that he knew this the whole time because he honestly didn’t. He didn’t realize it until he saw how Nana had treated him. As if he was not worth her time.
It was there and then that he knew he treated you the same way and probably worse since he knew how much you loved him. He knew that you could do anything and everything because of him. But he was so blind to not look at you but only at her which he regretted so much.
“I’m sorry for hurting you so many times. I know I was wrong. I know how it feels to get your heart broken, when it’s already broken. But you have to know that I regret it. I regret letting you go when I could have you all for myself. I hate myself for everything that I’ve put you through” he had somehow managed to press you back against a door, his arm around your waist and his free hand next to your head.
“I’m asking for another chance. I’ll heal your broken heart. I’ll make you happy. I’ll love you, just as much as you love me. I’ll never let you go again, if you take me back. I won’t leave you again. I promise.” he said quietly, his voice deep, making you shiver.
Was it possible to say no to him? You knew he was the only one to heal your broken heart. But you were still afraid. What if he broke it into thousand more pieces instead of healing it?
“I hate you so much. But I can’t stop loving you. You make my heart beat like crazy. What are you doing to me, Kim Seokjin?” you whispered before pressing your lips against his.
Breaking was easy to do. But healing was easier if you had the right person that could help you. Kim Seokjin was your glue, your super glue, your everything and you loved him for that.
I. Don’t. Know. What. To. Say.
I really hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did while writing it. Please let me know what you thought of it and don’t forget to smile! This is so random like wtf.
My week has been a mess tbh. I’m so happy that my test weeks are over. I just want to sleep through December and January now lol.
I’m celebrating 2 months on tumblr in 3 days (13/12)! It’ll be a surprise thing so stay tuned!
So in celebration of having getting 500 followers so quickly, like dayum you guys where did you come from, I am doing a little mini fluff fic with our cat daddy and the reader. I also want to take a second to sincerely thank each and everyone that had been showing me love and support, like when I first started this blog I was so so anxious because I had like zero confidence in my writing. It is so incredibly hard to express how happy I am through blog posts, but please know that I really love you guys haha. Your messages and little comments always make me laugh so hard, esp if you guys reblog my posts with tags, I die every time I read them LOL. Still, keep slaying everyone, and again I thank you guys :3
It hurt Spencer to see you in such an awful state. You’d been almost zombie-like as the grief of losing your friend clutched you in its grasps and refused to let go. He felt helpless as he saw the light drain from your usually bright eyes.
You spent days in bed, your eyes bloodshot as you sobbed into your pillow. Eventually your body would give out from exhaustion and you’d finally sleep, but even then all you could see was his dead body lying on the floor of his bathroom, his death caused from a heroin overdose. The image haunted you.
Spencer couldn’t do much but hold you as you wept. You spent hours in his arms, cursing all drugs and the horrible way they took beautiful people away from life. He knew the pain of losing someone you cared about. He knew that words weren’t as comforting as the simple act of being held.
He also knew that he felt guilt as you cried into him. He had been struggling with a relapse. After all these years, he had fallen victim to Dilaudid again. The drug had a vice like grip on him and he had been careful to keep it away from you. He knew you would only ask him to seek help. But the drug gave him a sense of relief that nothing else seemed to do.
Your cries only made his heart hurt as he realized that it could have been him on that floor. It could have been him that you were crying about, only then you would sob with no one to comfort you, with no one to hold you.
His resolve grew with every tear you shed. He couldn’t do that to you. He couldn’t leave the love of his life because of something like a drug. He was better than that.
“I love you so much,” he’d say as he held your exhausted body, your cries growing quiet as your body asked for rest.
“Please don’t leave me,” you’d beg as you held onto him tighter, your eyes shut in pain. He’d kiss your head and rub your back in a comforting manner as his own demons fought inside of him. You knew about his relapse. He thought he had hidden it carefully but you knew. Asking him not to leave held double meaning. You needed him to stay by your side that moment, but you also needed him to stay alive. Losing the man you loved would be your breaking point.
“I won’t,” he’d reply softly. “I promise.”
Then came the day when you’d finally gathered yourself enough to attempt to live normally. You did simple tasks, cooking breakfast, organizing the bookshelf and sweeping the apartment. Something caught your eye when you went to throw away the trash that caused you to still.
Spencer watched as you picked up the small vial of Dilaudid along with the unused syringes. Your eyes watered as you turned to look at him in questioning.
“I quit. For you.”
Those were the only words he spoke that moment and they were enough. You let out a sob as you ran into his arms, colliding it him with enough force to cause him to stumble back. His arms tightened around you protectively as he allowed you to cry into his arms once more. You spoke loving words in between your cries and he was reminded of why he had chosen you. You were so loving, so kind. You were everything he’d ever wanted and he wasn’t about to throw it away. He kissed your forehead softly and wiped away your tears, looking down at your puffy face and still thinking you were the most beautiful being on earth.
Can you make a imagine with Fred and the Reader and they are going out since the Yule Ball and Angelina hates the Reader ever since they started dating and she tries to break us up by spreading rumors that I am a cheating whore and stuff and Fred believes them and then we fight and break up and I am depressed and one day Fred overhears Angelina talking to her friends about me and the rumors and he comes back to em and explains and we get back together? :) ^^ <3
•A/n: I’m really sorry that Angelina has a lot of Point of view in this story! Sorry!•
•Warning: Crazy Angelina Johnson! Reader feeling depressed and a bit suicidal!•
My blood boils as I watch them. Them as in my big crush and my arch enemy. There they are just kissing and laughing and smiling. It make me sick to my stomach. They started dating when Fred and (Y/n) went to the Yule Ball. It should have been me that Fred asked out. It should have been me that kissed Fred that night of the ball. Not (Y/n) (Y/l/n). They sit across me a few seats down but I still watch them from the corner of my eye. I watch as Fred feeds her a strawberry making my fists clench up into balls. I stand up and storm right out of the Great Hall. (Y/n) better watch out because she has a big thing coming for her.
~The Next Morning~
Last night I thought about what I should do to get my true love back and to get that bitch to suffer. I thought long and hard and something finally popped into my head. What spreads faster than wild fire in Hogwarts? Rumors! That’s it! That’s the plan! If I’m gonna spread rumors what am I going to say? ’(Y/n) has rabies’ No. Think, Think, Think! What am I going to say to make Fred break up with (Y/n)? She cheats on him! Because she’s a whore! Sounds like what (Y/n) would do! I yell in excitement making some of my roommates look at me funny “Sorry” I mumble before putting on a fresh robe and slipping on my shoes. I walk out the door ready for the task that I’m going to finish. “Hey guys!” I said in a little over excited tone making my group of friends look at me funny again. “Hey Ange! What’s up with the excitement?” One of my friends asked me “Oh, nothing exciting. But I did hear something interesting down at the courtyard.” I said in a causal voice “What is it?” They all said together leaning in more closely hungry for, you guessed it, Gossip. “I overheard two Slytherins talking about (Y/n)” I said smirking “And?” One of them said gesturing with their hands.“And… (Y/n) walked out of a broom closet looking like a mess and that a Ravenclaw boy also came out of the closet.” I said crossing my arms over my chest, they gasped. “(Y/n) cheated on Fred!” They said aloud making some people look in our direction. I smiled and nodded my head vigorously “Bye” I said in a cool tone leaving them in their spot. Once I get to the next corridor, I peak around the corner to see that the people who were looking at us came up to my friends to ask what was going on. I laughed to myself, before happily skipping to my true love. Fred. “Hey Fred” I said in a low but seductive voice, Fred sighs before looking up from his book. “What do you want Angelina?” He asked, He sometimes acts annoyed around me but I know he’s just acting. “I was just wondering if maybe you heard?” I bit my bottom lip and held my hands behind my back “Heard what?” He asked his tone definitely showing that he was interested “Heard the things about what (Y/n) did” I said lowly, he stood up “What did (Y/n) do?” He asked in a demanding tone “She cheated on you” I said quietly, making a sad face to show sympathy. “Your lying” he said clenching his fist “Don’t believe me? Ask anyone. They saw (Y/n) come out of a broom closet with a Ravenclaw.” I said with a shrug of my shoulders. I spin around and walk away with a smile on my face.
“Don’t believe me? Ask anyone. They saw (Y/n) come out of a broom closet with a Ravenclaw.” Angelina said with a shrug of her shoulders. My mouth opened as she walked away. I looked at the ground as my fists clenched tightly, my teeth gritting. I huff out before grabbing my bag, I walk as fast as I can up to Gryffindor tower to get some answers to see if the rumors are true. As I walk, I can’t help but notice that everyone is giving me strange looks making me really uncomfortable. I walk faster and avoid getting to close to anyone, I make it to Gryffindor tower and enter. I see (Y/n) in front of the fire reading a book, I look around to see that the common room is completely. I walk up to (Y/n) but stand a few feet away from her “Hi Freddie!” She says happily but frowns when I don’t reply “Is it true?” I said in a low but dangerous voice “What?” She asks confused putting her book down “Is it true?!” I said loudly making (Y/n) flinch “Is what true?” She stands up “Is it true that your cheating on me?!” I yell, she opens her mouth then closes it again a confused look on her face “Fred, what are you talking about?” She says stepping closer but I step back. “Are you cheating on me?” I say more calmly this time “No! Why - Why would you think that?” She said in a confused tone. I roll my eyes at her “I don’t believe you!” I blurt out “Fred! You know I would never do that to you! I love you!” She said loudly. I shake my head a few times before slamming my hands onto one of the wooden tables “Stop lying to me!” I yell “Tell me the truth!” I see tears rolling down her cheeks.
I feel tears roll down my cheeks, I wipe them with the back of my hand. “I am telling the truth! I never cheated on you!” I screamed, my voice cracking. He huffs out in frustration. He still doesn’t believe me. How could he do this? How could he blame me for something I didn’t do? I love Fred and I would never ever cheat on him but I guess he doesn’t believe me. “How can we have a relationship if we don’t be honest with each other?!” He yells pushing the table making it fall, I flinch. “I am being honest! Fred, please! Why don’t you believe me?!” I cried, Fred yelling and pushing things just pushed me over the edge of tears. I cried into my hands “You know what? This relationship is over! You cheat on me and now you can’t even tell me the truth! Don’t you ever talk or come near me again!” He said through gritted teeth. I sob “I didn’t cheat on you! I’m telling the truth Fred! Please!” I cried. He shook his head before storming out of the common room. Leaving me behind, leaving our relationship behind. I fall to my knees, I cry and scream and beg for Fred to come back but he never does. My friends soon finds me crying and comforts me, they ask me about the rumors and I tell them it’s not true. They believe me. I told them everything that happened and they comforted me till I fell asleep but right before I close my eyes I wished that I would die to never live another day without Fred by my side, and to never live a painful day like this. I wake up and feel horrible. I have this pain in my stomach. I look around the room and see that my roommates beds were empty, they all left for breakfast. I slump onto the floor not feeling the energy to stand up. “Why can’t I die already?!” I said aloud tears falling down my cheeks yet again. Fred. All I can think about is Fred. I miss him so much.
I currently sat on a bench, invisible to everyone. Literally. I was under Harry’s invisibility cloak, he let me borrow it because he knew how it felt to have everyone look at you. I looked at my hands, Large salty tears falling into my knuckles. I miss (Y/n) so much right now. I want to hold her in my arms, I want to tell her how much I love her, how much she means to me. But how could I forgive her? She cheated on me. I stiffen as I hear voices come towards my direction, it was two girls voices that belonged to Angelina Johnson and her friend, Rosie Grey. I heard Rosie gasp, making me stand up and slowly inch my way towards the two girls. “You did what?!” Rosie exclaimed “Shh! Lower your voice!” Angelina hissed “I’m the one who made the rumors up!” Angelina said in a hushed voice. “Why?” Rosie asked confused “Because, It’s supposed to be me and Fred! Angelina and Fred! Not Fred and that Wench!” Angelina laughed. I threw the cloak off of my head and shoulders making the girls gasp and widen their eyes. “First off, there’s never ever gonna be an Angelina and Fred! And that ‘Wench’ is my girlfriend, the best thing that has ever happened to me! She’s beautiful, smart, and kind, so if you think that I’ll forget (Y/n) just like that. You’re wrong. So you better bloody back off or you’ll have me to deal with! Understood?!” I yelled. Angelina opened then closed her mouth quickly, she nodded slowly “Good” I mumbled before running off to Gryffindor tower where the love of my life is.
I look down at my hands, one holding a handful of blue pills the other a water bottle. I start to sob again. Am I really going to take my life right now? I open my mouth and close my eyes shut, I raise the hand with the pills and was about to put it in my mouth but rapid knocking on my door stopped me. I quickly tried to put the pills back into the mini tube but dropped mostly all of them on the floor due to the banging on the door. “Shit” I mumble under my breath before standing to open the door, there he stands. Fred. His hair a mess, his eyes red and puffy, tears rolling down his cheeks. I look down not wanting him to see me cry “(Y/n) I’m so sorry about everything. I was stupid enough to actually believe those rumors, that weren’t true. I should’ve believed you, I should’ve know that you were telling the truth. But if you give me a second chance, I promise to never be stupid again. I miss you so much it hurts, I can’t bear to not kiss you at least once a day or at least call you beautiful. Please, I want to be part of your life again because your my future (Y/n)” he says his voice getting lower by each word. I slowly sink to my knees sobbing into my hands, Fred embraced me into a tight hug. I hear him gasp “We’re you going to eat those?” He asked pulling back from the hug. He saw the pills. I looked at the floor before he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. “We’re you gonna eat those?” He asked in a more demanding voice, I nodded slowly making a sob escape his lips. He pulled me back into the hug, he held me against him tightly “Please, don’t ever leave me. I love you so much.” He whispered rocking me and him, back and forth slightly. “I love you too” I whisper.
the silence of your mind is beautiful yet, so dangerous. it can empower you and it can bring you down. being alone in your thoughts is an amazing thing sometimes. you have privacy of your thoughts but sometimes being alone in your thoughts just makes you feel alone. then you have darker thoughts and everything around you doesn’t matter when you’re sitting there at 3am with burning eyes and puffy cheeks. these thoughts bring you down, tear you apart and take pieces of yourself you can’t get back..
Requested by the amazing @batlog
Roy keeps comparing himself to the reader’s date/ boyfriend and he states the he is better for her, finally confessing.
Note:I think I’m using Kyle as the stormy petrel in any of my jealous!major character fics from now on. Sorry Kyle. I really like you though!!
It. Was. Unacceptable. How could you, a precious, sweet, smart, beautiful human being, ever agree to go on a date with Kyle Rayner. Who? Kyle fucking Rayner out of all people, who had dare to get you wrapped around his finger with a pick-up line and a pun and Roy felt so, so, so, so angry. And jealous. Oh boy, was he jealous. He knew he was and he didn’t even care.
Rayner couldn’t just come up and steal the girl he had been in love for such a long time and expecting him to be happy for them.
Roy ran his hand through his jaw length red hair and breathed as he paced back and forth on his apartment, trying to make out the words to say to you as you rushed through his door, asking for approval of your outfit.
He finally settled down to a short, yet meaningful speech, hoping it wasn’t rushed or crappy. As the knock on the door became audible he gathered all his courage in a breath and opened the door, with a judge grin on his face.
Quickly, you pecked his cheek as he returned the move and stood back to admire you. You took a spin; you beautiful black closs skirt dress lifted like a princess’s would as your perfectly straighten (h/c) hair flew softly along with you.
His eyes widened at your heavenly sight. You had dressed up so good to go to that date, better than any other time you had dressed for a date before and he figured; you must have really wanted it. He could see it through the huge smile on your face and the blush in your cheeks, through all that little make up you always wore.
He breathed deep once again as you asked him
“So… how do I look?”
He smiled, though it was an obvious fake one, and reassured you, you looked better than any other time he had seen you in his miserable life and
“you always look good, so…” he trailed off.
“Aw, thank you Roy!” You said as you pecked his cheek once again. “I have to go okay? I’ll be back tomorrow morning to tell you every juicy stuff!!!” He nodded and smiled as you left as quickly as you came.
He couldn’t have told you tonight. Not with having to bear with the thought of taking your sweet happiness from your cheeks.
And so, the morning when you came you spilled everything about the night to him; from where Kyle took you, to what you said and even whatever happened after.
“What a scumbag! Who throws himself on girl on their first date?” He asked, ironically enough for you to get the memo.
“Uhm.. sorry Roy, but Kyle was really smooth last night. I’ve never been out with someone like him before!” You said, nodding, it was till hard to believe how gentle and good he was.
“I’m telling you, normal guys, don’t have sex on their first date. And serious girls don’t too” he playfully said as his pointer finger came in contact with your collarbone and he giggled.
“Ugh.. okay Roy. I just liked the guy so goddamn much, I was practically drooling. I mean the guy’s just my type you know. Just like I want boys to be”
Hid eyes widened again as he felt some self esteem crack inside of him. Nevertheless he placed his hands on top of yours on the table as you seemed saddened by his jealousy comments and rubbed your thumbs with his.
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to discourage you (y/n). I just- it’s just” Oh, no. It couldn’t. Not right now. Dammit Roy keep yourself together
“I want you to be happy with the right guy, (y/n). I’m afraid, you’re gonna end up heart broken like then with that Joshua guy!”
You smiled at his concern claiming you could control it now. And that you wouldn’t end up crying onto his shoulder, while watching sappy romantic movies with him on the couch, crying even harder than you did before.
Still he couldn’t understand what guys like Kyle had, that he didn’t. He had a hit, green tattoo of a dragon, he was well built and way too hot for a ginger. So what did Kyle had that he didn’t. Sure he wasn’t an alcoholic, but Roy had gotten over his obsession once you came into his life, years ago.
He just couldn’t understand…
He had to suffer all these months you and Kyle were dating, waiting patiently for the time Kyle did something wrong and at the begging it seemed as if he was perfect, until you’d go to Roy’s apartment almost every night, saying you hated to be alone and Kyle did not seem to understand as he continually left for missions.
At a point, when he couldn’t hold it back no more, a night your eyes were so puffy and your nose so red from crying, all this anger that had built up in him and he paced back and forth, obsessing over the fact that Kyle was doing that.
“I swear to you!” He raised his voice “ if you dated me None of this would happen! You can’t just…Face it for God’s sake! I’m better that him. I’m better for you. I’d never treat you like that! How could I when you walk into a room and just being there- fuck! The whole room lights up and everything is beautiful, because you make it beautiful. How dare Kyle take you away from me when I’ve been hitting my ass on the floor, begging for your fucking attention. How the fuck dares he!!!” He yelled out his frustration and you stood still on your tracks, trying to comprehend what he had just said. And how could he continue as if you were not listening. So you spoke- a small sound to be exact by was brutally stopped by him.
“No! You are going to listen to me, because I will never have the courage to say these words ever again! Because I’m so goddamn in love with you and you don’t care to notice, and all I ever got was to be close to you as a friend! I don’t want that anymore (y/n). I don’t freaking deserve that!”
You shushed him as your palms went to cover his face, to pull him at you so you could devour his lips with yours. Now that he said the words you always dreamed to hear, Kyle seemed like a forgotten past on Roy’s soft lips that fit yours, oh, so perfectly.
You were the one to pull back for air and collided his forehead with yours.
“Does that mean I’m your type?” He whispered.
“You’re something more” you breathed, feeling a fire burning in your gut as you stared at his thin lips. You kissed him again, not feeling any rush of guilt run through your body.
Summary: You find yourself falling deeper for Luke, completely mesmerized by him. You’re now done with exams, which inevitably means that it’s officially summer vacation! You question what will happen to you and Luke once you leave campus and go home.
Luke + Y/N (Y/N’s POV)
Word count: 1,960
His hand was cold on the back of your neck, still wet from the pouring rain. You both stood soaking wet in the hallway, your clothes sticking together as you embraced one another. He managed to sneak in another kiss before pulling his keys out of his pocket and opening the front door to his suite. A warm burst of air flew by you as you stepped in through the door.
The ride home is taking forever, so I’ll write a little fic to pass the time.
Jimin sighted, patience reaching its limit, as he struggled, yet again, to find the coin spot of the damn machine. Really, all he wanted was a drink, was that too much to ask for?
“Sorry-” the sudden voice would have probably made him jump, were this a few months ago. As it were tho, Jimin was already used to voices popping out of nowhere, so he only turned his head in the direction it came from “-do you need a hand?”
“If you don’t mind…”
“Of course not” a soft and warm hand gently took his own, brushing over his palm and taking the few coins he had been holding “What do you want?”
“Just a soda, thanks” He heard the distinct sound of coins traveling down metal pipes before a bottle dropped in the dispenser and then, finally, in his hand.
“No problem. Where are you going now? Need some company? The name’s Yoongi, by the way.” He felt the same hand slide into his and didn’t even try to hide the smile slowly blooming on his face “Do you mind?”
“On the contrary” Jimin answered, tightening his hold on his mysterious new escort “My room is on the third floor, second on the right”
“What, and you came all the way down here for a soda?”
“I was craving it, shut up”
The laugh that filled up the air around him made Jimin’s heart flutter. Yoongi must look amazing, like an angel, if his voice was anything to go by. Because that’s all Jimin had to go on. Sounds.
It was only three hours later, after hours of fun and joking and being scolded by passing nurses to keep it down that Jimin gathered the courage to raise his hands to the other’s cheeks and ask, almost hesitantly “Sorry, but… Do you mind?”
Yoongi took a moment to realize what the younger meant, after which he moved closer and smiled “Of course not”
Jimin had only done this a couple of times, so he couldn’t really figure out everything, but holly shit, Yoongi was beautiful. His skin was soft, his forehead covered by slightly raspy hair (maybe he bleached it?), his nose was just the right size, sharp and a bit cold, his cheeks not too hollow, not too puffy, jaw prominent from the first touch and lips dry and slightly bumpy (he should stop biting them).
“Is my face really that fascinating?” Yoongi laughed, startling Jimin out of his trance.
“S-sorry! I just, umm… You’re really handsome, sorry…”
“You should see yourself”
Jimin was pretty sure he wasn’t meant to hear that, what with it having been whispered, but since his sight vanished, his hearing improved. Witch is why he was now a blushing mess.
“Shit, did you hear that? Actually no, fuck it, you’re hot. Go on a date with me”
I needed someone like Gabe to help me today, and writing this helped a lot.
“Hey! Wait, are you crying?”
Gabriel rushes to your side immediately and holds your face in his hands. He brushes a few stray tears away with his thumbs. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
You quickly shake your head, sniffling. “It’s nothing.”
Gabe gently tuts, lifting your chin up to meet his eyes. “Sugar, you’re crying. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that something’s wrong.”
Once again, you push away his attempts to help you.
“It’s dumb. All you need to know is that I’m worthless.”
Gabriel’s movements suddenly stop, and your body continues to rack with sobs.
“Who said you were worthless?”
You can barely hear his words, so he repeats them, slightly louder, “Who said you were worthless?”
You don’t say anything.
The archangel in front of you places his hands on your waist and looks into your puffy, red eyes. “You’re not worthless. You’re nowhere near that. I love you, so much, and I know for a fact that you’re beautiful, funny, and amazing at everything you do. I don’t want you to ever think of yourself like that again, alright?”
Gabriel pulls you closer as you nod, wrapping your shaking arms around his shoulders.
A/N: I’ve been watching a handful of those wisdom teeth videos on youtube, and I couldn’t help myself, they were too funny! Here ya go.
Summary:Chloe takes Max to the dentist to get her wisdom teeth removed; she says some weird stuff while she’s doped up.
Word Count: 913
“I’m so nervous, Chloe.”
Max said as she got in the passenger’s seat of Chloe’s truck and closed the door.
“It’s going to be fine Max. Worst case scenario, you die.” Chloe’s chuckle was interrupted as she felt Max hit the side of her arm, giving her a death glare afterwards.
“Joking! Jesus, calm down. Look, they took out mine when I was 17, and it wasn’t that bad. It doesn’t hurt because you’re all drugged up, don’t worry.”
Chloe said reassuringly, as she started her drive to the dentist.
“Okay. I just hope I don’t say or do any weird shit while I’m on the influence.”
Max said, genuinely worried about what she’d say to Chloe, she’s had some thoughts about the punk growing in the back of her mind, and she was afraid they would reach the surface without her realizing.
Chloe sat in the waiting room, the neutral lighting and relaxing music doing nothing to help settle her nerves; she grabbed a magazine from the table and skimmed over it, attempting to distract herself from her thoughts. She knew Max would be fine, but she couldn’t help but get anxious, she played it off in the truck so Max wouldn’t get even more nervous.
What if she woke up in the middle of surgery? What if the drugs didn’t work on her? These types of scenarios kept clouding Chloe’s mind and she hated it, she felt like a worried housewife.
She heard the door from Max’s room open, interrupting her godforsaken thoughts, and immediately looked over, seeing the dentist gesturing for her to come in.
"Okay then" Daddy said as he helped her to dry her body. “But we have to be careful not to hurt your arms.” When she was dry and all warm wrapped in her robe Daddy said “Come then, let’s go to the bedroom and Daddy will show you what sex is all about.” Baby girl followed her daddy to his bedroom. She walked through the door behind her daddy. She looked in awe at the deep red color of the walls, the room felt so soothing and erotic. On the walls, she saw beautifully framed prints of nude women posing salaciously. Some of their poses felt as though they were inviting acts of self debauchery. Baby girl felt the moisture building between her legs as she gazed at the most intimate parts of the nude women.
Daddy walked over to the king size bed and plopped down onto the fluffy comforter. He motioned for Baby girl to join him. Baby girl climbed up onto the bed beside him, and he slowly slipped her robe off her shoulders and threw it aside. He pulled the spread back and positioned her on the silky sheets. He reached over to pressed his tremulous palm against her pert breast, gently kneading her young flesh. He felt a moan escape from deep within his body. Baby girl leaned back on the fluffy pillows, allowing her head to sink deeply into the comforting folds. Her body was alive with erotic sensations. She relished the feeling of silk against her skin, and the feel of her fathers’ warm hand covering her entire breast. “Oh, Baby girl, I can’t tell you how beautiful you are. Your body is perfect.” He said as he gazed at her beautiful body, taking in every gentle curve.
He positioned himself on top of her, being careful not to put his full weight on her. He stroked her hair with his hand as he leaned in to gently kiss her supple lips. He kissed her softly at first, savoring the feel of her, the taste of her. He trailed kisses over her forehead and down her cheeks. When he returned to her tender lips, he slipped his tongue between them. Baby girl instinctively opened her mouth to receive his probing tongue. He let his hand travel over her body, caressing her shoulders and arms with his big warm hands. He paused his exploration of her body to pay heed to her small breasts, gently rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb.
Baby girl moaned into his mouth in response. Daddy felt her squirming beneath him. He lifted his head and said “Daddy needs to taste you Baby. Is that all right? He asked. "I, um, I guess so.” Baby girl replied, not know what he meant by ‘tasting her.’
"I promise you’ll like it Sweetie. Just lay back for Daddy, put your arms on the pillows so you are more comfortable. I will stop any time you want. You just say so and we don’t have to do this. Okay?“ He asked, hoping and praying that she didn’t change her mind. "Okay Daddy.” She said. But she knew she wanted it. She wanted her Daddy to touch her for so long, it was like a dream coming true. The sensations that her body was feeling were incredible. He waited until she was comfortable before he placed his hands on her breasts, gently kneading the little mounds. “I want you to tell me if you like or don’t like something I do, okay?” he asked. He wanted her to enjoy it as much as he did, and he needed to hear the words out loud to assuage the guilt he felt for taking his pure virgin angel and turning her into a lust-filled imp. Daddy needed to make sure that she would want to share his bed from this day forward. His little girl was finally his for the taking, and take her he would. But, he had to be slow and gentle with her, for her first time anyway.
"Okay Daddy, but I like it so far.“ She told him. She already knew she was going to like what her Daddy did to her. He was gentle and loving with every part of her body. He kissed the soft curve of her neck, trailing wet kisses all the way down to her breasts. He flicked his tongue over her nipples, deliberately evoking the response he wanted. Baby pushed her chest toward him, she didn’t know why, but intuitively her legs spread open a bit. She needed him to touch her. Daddy took his time with her breasts. Kissing and suckling each one, rolling his tongue in small circles around each nipple delighting in his new found feast and arousing feelings, he had kept buried for so long.
"More Daddy, daddy, yes.” Baby girl moaned, moving her hips at him. He gave her nipples a little pinch, just enough for her to squeal in delight. He trailed wet tender kisses and softly licked her flat belly as he traveled to his ultimate destination. Baby girl was squirming under him. She lifted her hips to his mouth as he kissed her. “Do you like it so far, Honey?” he asked.
"Yes, yes I do.“ She moaned wanting the feeling to never stop. Her daddy kissed her the top of her soft mound, rubbing his nose into the little tuft of blonde hair, taking in the musky scent of her untouched pussy. "Ohhh, you smell so good Baby, Daddy needs to taste you down here.” He told her so as not to startle her with what he was about to do. she propped herself up on her elbows and said “Okay Daddy.”
He lifted her legs and moved them apart. He placed his hands on the backs of her thighs, pushing them open to him. He felt Baby girl hesitate, he stopped and looked up at her. He saw that she was watching him “Are you okay Honey? Do you want Daddy to stop?” He asked, again hoping that she would let him continue.
"No, I’m okay Daddy, I just wanted to watch what you were doing down there.“ She said with a tremulous smile on her pink lips. "Okay then Sweetie.” He said. “Daddy needs to spread your legs open really wide so I can get between them.”
She relaxed her legs so Daddy could open them to his view. “Open them all the way, yeah, that’s it Baby, open wide. Let me see that pretty little pussy that I’ve been dreaming about.” He said, looking at her beautiful hairless little twat. He put his hand on her belly, and gently flicked her clit with his thumb. Baby girl’s reaction was everything he hoped for, she moaned and pushed against his hand. Her need for him was building. Daddy used both hands, gently massaging the puffy lips on her mound, keeping his thumb on her clit rubbing in a circular motion. He couldn’t believe how beautiful a pussy could be. Spreading her cunt lips apart he maneuvered them around until her little clit was sticking straight out of her fleshy folds. He bent his head down and took it into his mouth, sucking ever so gently so he didn’t over stimulate her tender little bud. He could feel it swell in his mouth, he continued sucking it until she was bucking her hips up at his face.
He lifted his head and said “Tell Daddy you like it Baby. Daddy needs to hear you say it.” He said almost pleading with her to say the words out loud.
"Oh, I do like it Daddy, please don’t stop! Please suck on me again.“ She begged as she writhed underneath him.
"You want Daddy to lick your pussy and suck on your clit?” He asked teasingly.
“Yes Daddy, please lick it and suck it!” Baby girl moaned.
“Tell me what you want me to lick Baby girl.” Her Daddy said in a husky voice.
“My pussy, Daddy, please lick my pussy!” She cried, bucking her hips at him.
He lowered his head to her pussy and sucked her little clit with fervor. With one hand he reached up and kneaded her breasts squeezing them in his big hand. The other hand explored the folds of her cunt. He slowly worked his thumb into the opening of her tight hole. He needed to fuck her pussy with his fingers, he felt like a mad man, his desire was all consuming. From where she sat she could watch everything he did. She felt the impending invasion into her virgin hole and bucked wildly at the intruder. She wanted it so badly that she thrust down hard against him and he had pull his thumb away to caution her. “Baby, you’ve got to slow down. Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you.” he told her lovingly.
“But Daddy it feels so good. Put it back in Daddy!” She pleaded.
“Honey, if it goes in too far, it will hurt you. Daddy doesn’t want that to happen. I want to make you feel good.” He told her.
“But, why will it hurt?” Baby girl asked quizzically.
"Because you are a virgin. You’ve never had anything inside your pussy before, and you have something called a hymen. It will hurt when your hymen gets broken unless we go really slow.“ Daddy explained.
"Okay Daddy, I’ll try.” She said with a pout.
“Are you ready for Daddy to get rid of your hymen so we don’t have to worry about it anymore?” He asked.
“Yes, Daddy, get rid of it!” Baby girl said excitedly.
"Okay Baby, now we have to decide how you want it done.“ He said, then explained "Daddy can get rid of it with his fingers, or, …” He sat up and reached into the night table beside the bed, pulling a small box from the bottom shelf. “Daddy can use his cock, or any of these.” He said opening the box and showing her the assortment of sex toys that he always kept beside the bed. Picking one up to show her, he said “You tell me how you want me do it and, we will do this any way you decide.”
"What do you mean?“ Baby girl asked, sitting up in the bed to explore the strange looking things in the box. She lifted one in her hand, it felt smooth and supple, another one had little bumps all over it. Curiously, she played with them. He was taken aback by the sight of his adorable baby girl exploring the assortment of imitation cocks. He felt his own cock spasm within the confines of his clothing begging him for release. "Okay, well, Daddy can use his fingers and put them way up in you and break your hymen like that. Or, ” he continued. “Daddy can use his cock, and put it way up in you to break it that way, or I can use one of these toys to break it.”
“Um, I don’t know Daddy. Can I see your c-cock?” She asked sweetly.
“Of course you can” He said excitedly, as he stood to remove his shirt and pants.
Babygirl watched her Daddy remove his clothing, he was quite an attractive man at 41. Baby girl couldn’t help but notice what a nice body her Daddy had. His broad shoulders were tanned and muscular, his hips were narrow but flared out at his well-developed thighs. His cock jutted out from between his legs and he heard her gasp when she saw it. He looked up and, and her lusty gaze was almost more than he could take. He stroked his cock with his hand and said “I can’t wait until your casts come off so you can touch my cock for me like this.”
"Show me Daddy, can you show me what you want me to do when my arms are better.“ She asked so innocently looking up at him with her big green eyes. "Yes, Baby.” He said stroking his hard dick. “I want you to hold it in your hands and stroke it like this.” He showed her how he likes to flick his thumb back and forth over the head of his dick.
"Oh, I can’t wait Daddy!“ She said staring at his cock. "Is there anything I can do with it right now Daddy? Can I touch it just a little?” She asked. He felt his cock throb, his balls were tensing up. The need for his sweet girl was building and he knew he couldn’t stop now even if she wanted him to. “There is something else you could do for your Daddy to make him feel good.” He explained “You can suck on Daddy like I sucked on your pussy earlier.” He continued as he kneeled on the bed. He gently pushed the box of toys aside and leaned her back on the pillows. He maneuvered himself over her small form until he was straddling her chest. He touched her lips with his finger while he continued to stroke his hard dick. “You just open up your mouth and Daddy will put it inside.”
She did as she was told and opened her mouth. She looked into his eyes and got the reassurance she was looking for. She opened all the way to receive his hard cock. “Ahhhhh.” He moaned as his cock slipped between her soft warm lips. “Yeah, Baby, just like that, now suck on it, and flick your tongue over the big top part of it and try to keep your teeth from touching it.” He moaned, gently pumping his cock into her warm willing mouth. “Yes baby girl, yes. Like that.”
He looked down and the sight of her pink little lips wrapped tightly around his big cock and her big green eyes looking up at him so innocently. A moment later the angelic vision sent him over the edge. Before he could even pull it out, his balls tightened, his entire body went stiff. He gave one last pump shooting his hot cum into his baby girl’s mouth. “All the way, suck it, do it, yes, mmmm such a pretty one.” She started to gag, choking on the warm goo her father just ejected into her mouth. “Auughhhhhh! Ohhh, yes!” He screamed “Swallow it for Daddy!” he yelled as he pumped another stream of hot goo into her mouth. She did the best she could, but cum was dribbling out the corners of her mouth. She swallowed again, but he kept cumming. “Yea, that’s it, swallow it baby girl, swallow it all. Eat your Daddy’s cum!” He ordered. She swallowed as much cum as she could, but much of it oozed out the sides of her mouth. He pulled his cock from her mouth and squeezed one last stream of cum onto her face.
Baby girl closed her eyes tightly trying to keep his spunk from hitting her eyes. When she felt her Daddy sit back and his body relax she looked up at him and exclaimed “Oh Daddy, that was messy!” as she tried to swallow the last of it in her mouth. “Yes, Baby, when Daddy cums it makes a big mess. But you did really well at cleaning it up.” He said as he wiped droplets of cum from her innocent face. “Did you like doing that for Daddy?” He asked her.
“Yes, I liked making you cum Daddy.” She said with an impish grin.
“I bet you thought it tasted funny, didn’t you Sweetie?” He asked.
“Kinda, but, it wasn’t bad. It tasted okay I guess.” She replied hesitantly. “But Daddy, how come I don’t make a big mess like that?” She asked.
"You will Baby, Daddy will show you how to make a really big mess, but we have to we break your hymen first.“ He told her, then moved to sit beside her on the bed still recovering from his orgasm. Baby girl sat up and said "Show me now Daddy, break that hymen thing and show me, please Daddy.” She implored spreading her legs for him. “Okay Sweetie.” he looked down at her puffy little slit and asked “How do you want me to break it?” He asked, feeling his cock swell again.
"I think I want your fingers, no, your cock, um, I don’t know Daddy! You decide!“ She said excitedly.
He took a moment to think about it. He didn’t want to hurt his girl, or her little pussy. He had an overwhelming desire to ram his cock into her up to the hilt in one hard thrust. But, he knew that he’d be doing that for himself, and it might make her want to stop all together. He couldn’t risk that, so his cock was out of the question. He also thought about the sex toys, those would hurt less and oh, how he wanted to shove the big red one into her tight little hole. He pictured it in his mind, that big red dildo protruding lewdly from her tiny little puss while she writhed around on the bed. He so wanted to fucked it in and out of her tight hole. The thought caused his previously half erect cock to spring to full attention again. He must get on with it. He finally decided that it would inflict the least amount of pain if he used his finger.
"Okay then, lay back and spread your legs for Daddy again.” He told her. “Now close your eyes and just concentrate on how it feels. Remember Honey, I want you to tell me what you like and don’t like.”
She leaned back, she felt her father spreading her legs open again. She couldn’t wait to have him touching her down there again. He opened her to his view, he rubbed back and forth on her clit until it began to swell. He opened her little lips again to make her little nub stick out. Taking her little clit between his finger and thumb, he squeezed it and rolled it around until she was moaning and bucking her hips at him. Daddy lowered his head to her open pussy, he slowly licked her hole. It was so small that he knew he would have to do some stretching before he’d ever be able to fuck her with his cock. He fucked in and out of her pussy with his tongue, squeezing her clit with one hand and trying to hold her still with his other hand. When she was really wet, he slowly inserted his finger up to the second knuckle.
“Am I hurting you Honey?” He asked her.
“No, Daddy, it doesn’t hurt, it feels good when your tongue is inside me.” She sighed.
“Good, now Daddy is going to suck your clit again, and this time, I’m not going to stop until you cum, okay?” He asked.
“Yes Daddy, suck it, suck my clit, please.” She pleaded.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue. His finger began working its way in and out of her pussy. He could feel her tight hole clamp around his finger while he fucked it in and out of her. He sucked harder on her clit, until he could barely hold her still. She started to pump her hips up and down with his finger inside of her “Oh, yes Daddy, it feels good! You know how to make me tickle.” She cried.
He had a mouthful and couldn’t reply, but he was satisfied that she was nearing an orgasm. He increased the tempo, staying in synchrony with his baby girl humping pussy. He heard her cry “Oh, Daddy, it’s happening again! Yes, Daddy, suck my clit!”
He knew it was time, he sucked harder on her clit, she thrust her hips up at him and he shoved his finger all the way inside her.
Baby girl screamed a scream that was half ecstasy and half agony “Augghhh, … Ohhhhh, … Yes, Oh Daddy, I’m cummmmming!” Baby girl’s body exploded. It was only her second orgasm, but it was even more exquisite than the last. Her body shook from the intensity, she felt disoriented and weak collapsing onto the bed exhausted. She lay there wondering why her Daddy hadn’t done all of this sooner. He pulled his finger from her convulsing cunt. He stood up and walked to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back Honey, you just rest, and Daddy will clean up this mess.” He told her.
Baby girl was still panting trying to catch her breath when he returned with a warm washcloth to clean up the mess. “Daddy, that was so good. I’m sorry for all the mess, I peed, I think.” She said when she looked down and saw the evidence of the incestuous act that took place only moments before.
"That’s okay Sweetie, Daddy’s taking care of it, and it won’t ever be messy like this again.“ He reassured her as he gently washed away the blood. She sat up and looked into his eyes and said "I love you Daddy” and threw her arms over his shoulders to give him a hug.
"I love you too, baby girl.“ He said before lowering his head to give her a long, deep probing kiss. His cock was as hard as it’s ever been and instinctively he reached down to stroke it. When he lifted his head, he asked "Did it hurt really bad Honey?”
“No, well, yes, but it felt good too. Will it always hurt like that?” She asked so innocently.
“No, Baby, it only hurts like that once. It will never hurt like that again.” He told her.
“So what do we do now Daddy?” She asked.
“It all depends on you. What do you want to do?” He asked while still stroking his hard member.
Baby girl smiled and said “Daddy, I think you need to make a mess again.” She reached over and touched the pre-cum that was oozing from his hard dick. She made gentle circular motions around the top of his cock with her finger. His cock jumped at her, and she giggled. “Will you kiss it again for Daddy?” He asked her as he stood up beside the bed. “Yes, of course I will Daddy! I’ll do anything you want me to do, you know that silly!” she said to him with a mischievous grin.
You were a little frustrating by how your hair looked messing up in the early morning. You were getting ready for your first day of high school and of course, you wanted to look nice, but you had one problem with your hair. Your hair looked horrible as usual. Your bangs were swept up from side which you didn’t want to look like that so you decided to use your mother’s straighten. Sadly, you didn’t have one for your own. You seemed struggling to make your bangs straight where it hid your eyebrows until your mother got in the bathroom, watched you what you did.
”As much as I do.”
The mother chuckled as she went behind you and she took her straighten to fix your hair.
“Someone seems excited for the first day of school.”
“Well I am! Besides, this is going to be my last year for school which means I’m going to graduate then off to college!”
The mother chuckled again as she continued finishing your hair.
”Okay. All done.”
You looked yourself in the mirror as you smiled at how your mother made your hair looking perfect as always. She was a real professional. She used to be one of a Kpop company’s stylist, but a few years later, she quit because she didn’t get enough money and she wasn’t happy with that. And after that, she made her own hair salon near your home which was really cool. You went there every time you asked your mother to trim your hair to keep your hair short.
You thanked her and you gave a kiss on her cheek. You ran into the kitchen to grab your toasted bread and your school bag. You exhaled as you opened the door to go outside. You felt the sun warming you and you smell the flowers scent from your garden you and mother created during summer. You smiled at how beautiful your first day of August.
You began walking on the path as you thought of yourself walking in the school happily and learn something you don’t know yet. You had always loved school ever since you were young. You loved to read so much. You seemed you read almost each of book from the library in your home area. You found this a bit odd that you were only one who seemed loving to go to school every single day which wasn’t usual for kids because they always whined over school stuffs. You couldn’t blame them because it was how it was.
You already turned eighteen years old back in June. You developed having the feelings of becoming an adult. The kids in your school could tell you really didn’t have any friends. Yet. Because you always studied with whole of your life. You were left alone to do things to keep you happy. You thought you didn’t need any friends to make you happy. It wasn’t that you were bad at making friends. You were really happy what you had.
You couldn’t help thinking about the college you recently applied. For your career, you really wanted to become a novelist. You loved to write anything. Anything. It could be anything that you create a story with feelings. There were some stories that you finished during your junior year in your laptop. They might be not the best, but at least, you tried and you enjoyed it. You weren’t confident to show people your story until you had to be more comfortable and being aware it was okay to show your story.
You stopped by your view of your own high school. You smiled while you looked at it. It felt like it was your second home. it had been a long time since the last day of your junior year and here you were. You were being silly thinking of it. You shook your head and you built several of motivations inside of you. As soon as you entered the school. You took out of your paper with schedule for your classes. You checked your first class which was your most favorite thing in the world, literature class. You walked faster as you searched your classroom before the bell rang. You noticed plenty of students in the class. You found your comfortable desk where it was near the window in the second row. It was the only desk you had been sitting since you were freshman. People found it obviously that you only wanted to sit there and studied crazily, but you didn’t mind though.
Suddenly, the bell rang as the students went back to their desks. The class was waiting for their teacher for a while. It seemed the silence was still going on. You furrowed your brows, not sure what to do. There was no teacher in the class. It was only you and the students in the classroom. It was awkward because no one said anything so you didn’t bother yourself taking out your book and began reading until the teacher come. If nothing happen, then you would have to see the principle to tell about your first class teacher not showing up. You bit your nail as you kept reading your book until you heard a door creaking. You immediately lifted your head.
Whoa. Why all of a sudden this feeling? You were shocked when this just happened. But why did it happen? Why did you happen feeling your face red when you saw this young and handsomest gentleman in this planet? This man was so beautiful than anyone thought. His lovely black hair and side bang. His cute little puffy lips. His nice and lovely skin. His eyes. Everything about him was so beautiful. How could every of his features that perfect? You couldn’t believe you called your own teacher “perfection.” You were embarrassed when you caught him seeing your red face. You immediately looked away to hide your red face. You looked down at your desk and you wanted to stop this feeling. You didn’t want to let this happen. You wanted to believe that you could make this go away forever and never let it come back again. You wanted to take a final look at this lovely man, but you ended up him seeing him smirked at how your face was.
sometimes it’s like lying on the floor at 2 AM with black tears streaming down your face because you didn’t even bother to take off your makeup and
sometime it’s like smelling an old candle that your parents used to light when they had people over and
sometimes it’s like how the sand feels between your toes and you’re not sure if it’s hurting or if it’s the best kind of solace and
sometimes it’s like hearing that song for the first time and knowing that this moment will forever be engraved in your brain and
sometimes it’s like that feeling after crying, uneven breath and puffy red eyes and
sometimes it’s like coffee that scorches your tongue because you just couldn’t wait to take the first sip and
sometime it’s like dark nights with the windows rolled down and the air outside is freezing but it feels so good to have goosebumps and
sometimes it’s like loving the people you’re around so much that you just want to scream and
sometime it’s messy and
sometimes it’s beautiful and
sometimes it feels perfect but
then it doesn’t and
everything is awful and
this is what it’s like to be young and realize that
you haven’t even experienced the half of it yet