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Monster’s Daughter (Namjoon angst pt. 10) Finale

Summary: Your 4-year old daughter is a HUGE BTS fan. Unknown to her, Namjoon is her father.

Request?: No

Type: Angst/Fluff

Reader Name: Rose Lowe

~~  One  ~  Two  ~  Three  ~   Four  ~  Five  ~  Six  ~  Seven ~  Eight  ~  Nine  ~  Ten  ~~

This chapter is not in chronological order, not messy though.I debated SO LONG (obviously) about how to end this. After a certain point I felt I couldn’t post it unless it was PER-FECT. Finally I settled on this with maybe a few related drabbles for the ideas I didn’t get to include. Thank you to everyone who has read and supported Monster’s Daughter and I deeply apologize for the outrageous wait. Much Love


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The Maze Runner Imagine (Newt)

Request: Hey there! I have sort of a weird imagine request here, sorry XD now could you pretty please write about the reader being the only girl in the glade, arriving a bit after newt, but with a dog? A really cute one? And everyone mistrusts the dog (spot) And everyone but newt wants to banish spot? And the reader has a crush on newt and finds it really cute how protective he is over spot? And then ben attacks gally bc thomas isn’t there yet, and spot saves gallys life? Okay this sounds rlly weird

Note: I loved the idea of the imagine! I’m really sorry it took me some time to write it! But I hope you like it :) If you want me to include a few more ‘scenes’ with Newt just write me a message :)

“Help!” Desperately I banged against the metallic walls. “Someone help me!” 

Suddenly the lift, I guessed, I was trapped in stopped and the grid above my head was pulled open by a couple of hands. My eyes were confronted with bright sunlight causing me to fall to the floor. I heard whistles and laughter. 

“Oh god,” I mumbled into my slightly shaking hands which got removed from my burning face shortly after. “It’s a girl!” A boy’s voice reported. 

I risked a quick glance. He was tall, blond and generally pretty good looking. “What’s your name, love?” 

Sorely shocked I recognized I didn’t remember. “I-I don’t know.” 

“No worries. You’ll remember soon. I’m Newt by the way.” For the first time I actually got the courage to look up. “Where am I?” He reached out to grab my hand. 

Just as he was about to help me out of the lift, a dark skinned boy rose his voice. “What the shuck is this?” The gazes of the other boys followed his extended forefinger. We turned around as well. “Is this yours?” 

At first I didn’t understand what he was talking about but then I spotted the little, fluffy ball in the corner. An excited squeak escaped my mouth. “Spot! Buddy, come here.” The boys watched me with different expressions but most of them looked warily yet terrified. 

“What?” I asked slightly confused as I straightened myself with the puppy in my arms. Since no one made an attempt to answer, Newt went on to help me out of the box. 

My feet hadn’t even touched the grass properly as Spot wriggled out of my grasp and scampered away barking loudly. 

“Okay and now, would someone be kind enough to tell me what this place is?” “Sure,” Newt’s arm sneaked around my shoulder. “Welcome to the Glade.”

The “Glade” turned out to be a gigantic green area surrounded by four big walls made out of stone and vegetated with ivy. The “Maze” hid behind them. Newt forced me to promise him to never put a step further than the entrance. Not a single one. 

“The doors close every night,” he had rammed down my throat. “And believe me, you don’t want to be trapped behind them.” 

“Why?” I just had to ask. “Nobody’s ever survived a night in the Maze.” 

“What happened?” “We call them grievers,” a mysterious tone resonated in his voice. “They come out at night to comb through the maze.” 

“What are they searching for?” “I think that are enough questions for one day,” he shrugged me off. “But,” I tried to protest and get him to tell me more about the frightening creatures living behind these walls. 

“Gotta get back to work,” winking he turned around to limp back to the gardens. “Slinthead,” I muttered and noticed for the first time the Glader slang that crept unobtrusively into my vocabulary. 

Sighing I sat down and crossed my legs. It didn’t take long till Spot made himself comfortable on them. Starring up at the formidably walls I stroked his fluffy fur. “Oh, Spot. Where did we get ourselves into?” He grumbled. “I’m going to interpret this as an ‘I don’t know’.”


After some time I noticed two things. First, accepting the job as a med-jack was probably the best decision of my life. Second, the boys didn’t really seem to like Spot. They avoided him like poison except from Newt. He would try to protect him any time he could. I think it was pretty cute though. 

Whenever something happened, mainly bad things, the other Gladers always blamed Spot. 

Someone stole food from Frypan? It was Spot. 

The newest building crashed down? For sure Spot had his paws in the pie. 

Minho almost didn’t make it back before the walls closed? It was Spot’s fault. 

If they could just see how ridiculously they all acted. For shucks sake, he was a dog! Not a criminal. Unfortunately no one wanted to understand. 

“(Y/N)!” Gally’s voice pulled me away from my thoughts. 

“What?” I replied in the same volume. “My hammer’s missing!” 

“What do you want me to do about it?” I crossed my arms over my chest to show my annoyance. “Your stupid dog stole it. I’m sure.” 

For some simple reasons I economised myself a refutation. I didn’t want to instigate a fight again. So I elegantly turned on my heels and head off to the homestead, where my ‘stupid dog’ was currently sleeping in my separated room. 

Halfway through the Glade Newt crossed my path. “How’s it going, love?” He asked. A cheeky smile forming on his reddish face. 

“Good besides the fact that everybody wants to see Spot in the slammer because of things he wouldn’t even been able to do.” “Like?” 

“Stealing Gally’s shucking hammer.” “That shank. He left it at the west doors,” chuckling the blond boy shook his head but as soon as he noticed I didn’t join him, he stopped, slung his arm around my waist and buried his face in my hair. “Oh, (Y/N). Take it easy. Sooner or later they’ll all realize how idiotically they act.” 

“Yeah,” I nodded desultory. 

“It just takes time. Don’t be down in the mouth!” 

“You know, you could easily work as a motivational coach.” My peck on his lips made his cheeks light up even more. “But seriously, thanks Newt.” 

“Always at your service, love,” he suggested a bow and kissed the back of my hand.


And he was right. As days and weeks crawled on, more and more Gladers dared to take a closer look at Spot. Among them Jeff and Clint. My two med-jack colleagues actually appreciated the company of the puppy since the hut was empty most of the time. Zart also found a proper job for him. Weeding. Only Gally’s been a thorn in my side. But not for much longer. 

It was one of these days where the sun shined relentlessly at our already smoking heads. Everybody minded their own business. Nothing suspicious. Well, apart from the fact that Ben hadn’t shown up to work today. He was nowhere to be found. Until now. 

Aggressively steps and cracking branches caught my attention. The Gladers in close vicinity to the forest interrupted their doings to watch. A person broke out of the thicket. Ben! 

Gally let his recovered hammer slid to the ground. “Ben! Where have you been, man?” His friend didn’t answer. 

“Something is wrong,” I thought worriedly. My mouth was open, ready to scream but no sound escaped my throat. Instead I stood at the entrance of the med-jacks hut, Spot beside me, unable to move. 

“You heard…” The keeper of the builders was cut off by a bloodcurdling scream. Ben swooped down on him, dragging him to the ground. Immediately the whole Glade awoke from its rigidity and lunged towards them. Spot and I included. 

Alby and Newt were the first ones to arrive at the two combatants. Each one of them grabbed an arm of Ben to try and get him off of the boy but he was to strong. 

Even from this distance I could tell that he had been stung by a griever and I could also tell that Gally was about to lose. Ben tightened the grip around the builder’s neck and kept squeezing. 

“Ben! No!” Newt groaned as he tugged with all of his strength. 

“Spot,” I let out a short whistle. His eyes shot up at me. “Go. Come on, buddy. Save that stupid shuck-face’ life.” As fast as his little legs could carry him, he hopped across the lawn to hurry to Gally’s rescue. A few boys jumped out of the way. 

I doubled the speed. Why didn’t I become a runner? Oh right because nobody wanted to be alone with my ‘killer machine’. The ‘killer machine’ who was about to save a life right now. 

“Spot! Bite him!” I cried while desperately trying to catch my breath. Maybe that was a reason too why I was a med-jack and not a runner. Anyway I was drifting off topic. 

Against all expectations my little puppy succeeded to gain Ben’s attention by barking at him. Alby and Newt jumped at the chance and pinned him to the ground. Other Gladers helped them. To really make sure that Ben was incapacitated, Spot bit his right leg. 

While they carried the stung boy away I called my dog back and kneeled next to Gally. “Are you alright?” 

He based himself on his elbows. “Yes. Shocked but okay.” 

“Well, looks like my stupid dog saved your life,” triumphantly I stroked Spot’s head. “I uhm…” 

“Don’t you think it’s time for an apology?” 

He sighed devotedly. “I’m sorry for all the times I called him stupid or whatever. You’re satisfied now?” 

“Ask him,” smiling I shoved Spot forward. 

He repeated his question and earned a little bark and a wet ‘kiss’. “Eww,” groaning Gally whipped his cheek dry again. 

“He likes you. Maybe you’ll get best friends now.” 

“No, thanks. I still can’t stand him.”

I Do.

Just a little one-shot I wrote a while back- having now finally thought about posting it.

Summary: Dan and Phil ended badly, leaving them both suffering. Phil moves on, leaving Dan alone.

“ I do.” Phil said, the words ringing in my ears. Phil’s words, Phil’s voice, the one I’d always wanted to live my life with, finally saying those words.

 I closed my eyes, the unbearable pain in my chest heaving as time slowed to a nauseating crawl. His smile confirmed it all. I bowed my head to the floor in an attempt to hide the tears pooling out of my eyes. Phil’s words, Phil’s voice, but not for me. For someone else.

12 Months Earlier

“ Dan?” Phil called from the apartment somewhere. His footsteps grew closer, and I looked up from my laptop to see him standing in the doorway to the living room, dressed smartly in his best jeans and a blue shirt with black hearts scattered across it. His glasses sat on his nose as he stared at me with bright blue eyes; ever since he’d got those glasses he refused to wear his contact lenses.

“ You look nice,” I said. “ Why are you all dressed up, its video game night?” Phil shuffled on the balls of his feet, running a hand through his hair, a guilty look spreading across his face.

“ Phil? What’s up?” I asked, putting my laptop on the sofa, turning towards him.

“ I’m going on a date…” He mumbled, blush creeping across his face. I stared back at him, words failing me for the first time in a long time. Phil slid his wallet and keys in to his pockets, fumbling near the door, as if ready to run away at the slightest sign of an argument.

“ Who?-”

“ Dan please don’t start this now, I-I’m going to be late, just…” He paused, sliding his glasses back up his nose, his eyes avoiding mine at all cost. The anger flared up inside me, the burning bile at the back of my throat threatening to choke me If I spoke.

“ Just do I look okay?” Phil’s voice had changed, he sounded annoyed, and he snapped his words with a harshness I’d never heard before. I nodded numbly, the prickle of tears in my eyes refusing to stay hidden. I cleared my throat, ducking away from his face so he wouldn’t see.

“ You look fine Phil, have a nice time.”

I picked up my laptop and focused on the screen in front of me, although it blurred from my watering eyes.

“ I’ll see you later.” He mumbled, and then walked out of the living room. I waited until I heard the slam of the front door to let the first tear fall. Shuffling to the kitchen, I reached for the first bottle of alcohol on the side and twisted the lid off, gulping down the burning liquid until I choked, spitting some across the kitchen as the tears fell harder, faster, until they blinded me, pulling sobs from my mouth.

Phil hadn’t dated anyone since we finished, over two years ago. Recently, it felt like we’d been growing closer, the gaming channel originally my idea, just an excuse to be with him more. The realisation I was losing him burned its way in to my mind, and I fell asleep on the kitchen floor until the early hours of the next morning, when I woke to the sound of the front door closing, and Phil laughing, followed by another, shrill, female laugh.

Staggering up the hallway, bottle clutched firmly to my chest, Phil was standing with his back to me, leaning down, his lips pressed against hers, arms locked around her waist. Just like he used to do with me. Their eyes were closed, her black hair covering most of her face from me, her petite height meaning most of her was hidden by Phil as they continued to kiss against the front door.

“ I take it the date went well?” I slurred, flashing a smile at both of them as they jumped at my presence. The girl flushed, her green eyes glaring sharply at me. “ You both look like you were enjoying that.” I pointed to the bulge at Phil’s crotch.

“ Dan!” Phil exclaimed, turning round to face me, although taking  step back, straightening his shirt. The first three buttons had been undone.

“ I thought you’d have gone to bed by now… this-this is Lucy.” he motioned towards the girl stood awkwardly next to him, who only raised her eyebrows at me, before taking Phil’s hand in hers, making my blood boil and turn to lead in my veins. As much as I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, the only thing my brain would comprehend was Phil’s swollen lips from kissing. I’d caused that last time.

He was on top of me, his lips locked against mine. It was dark, but the light wasn’t needed. He pulled back, and his lips looked swollen and red, parted as he panted for breath, his pupils dilated-

“ Wait are you drunk?” Phil scoffed, reaching forward to take the bottle from my hand. I batted his hand away before he got close, the contact with him enough to make my heart flip.

“ Well who needs to go to bed when there’s alcohol in the house. Nice to meet you Lucy, have fun both of you!” I said, toasting the bottle in the air, splashing some of the liquid over the carpet.

“ Dan, don’t be stupid! We weren’t going to-”

“ Then why did you bring her back here?” I shouted before I could hear him say the rest. Phil scowled at me, and for a second I felt bad, the smile falling from my lips as I walked off, slamming my bedroom door behind me, shuddering at the harsh bang. I downed the rest of the bottle quickly, waiting for the alcohol to take me away from the nightmare, the tears falling quickly.

“ How fucking dare you do this to me Dan!” Phil shouted, swinging the door open and glowering from above me, his hands curled in to pathetic fists at his side. “ What’s wrong with you? Why can’t you be happy for me! For once, I’ve thought of myself for once, and you ruin it by being a complete twat to her!”

Something inside me snapped, and I lunged forward, crushing my lips against his, pinning him against the wall.

“ What’s wrong with me?” I said between kisses. “ What happened to us?” Phil’s lips begin to move back, kissing back. I feel more tears falling down my cheeks. Harshly, he pushes me away and I fall over the edge of the bed, landing in a heap at the foot of the bed. Phil wipes his mouth, before running both hands through his hair, his arms tense with anger.

“ NO! Don’t you dare do that again! That part of my life is over, considering you ended it! I thought you didn’t want that anymore?” Phil growled, leaning back against the wall and placing his hands in his hair.

“ I’m not over it, can’t you tell?” I cried, my voice weak in contrast to Phil’s. He’d never shouted that loud before, and I shook with fear and with anger.

“ Well learn to get over it, I have. Move on Dan, it’s for the best.” His voice had returned to normal, but there was no emotion behind the words, just the harsh truth.

“ I don’t want to. I want y-”

“ Don’t.” He warned, pacing towards me, still on the floor, pointing down at me. “ Move on Dan.” He turned and walked to the door, stopping just before he left. Looking over his shoulder, he sighed.

“ Please.”

Phil walked off, and I furiously wiped the tears away from my eyes, the anger shaking my hands uncontrollably.

“ I hate you!” I screamed, throwing the bottle at the door, watching as it obliterated against the door, sending shards flying across the floor around it. I turned away, curling up on the floor and sobbing until I eventually passed out from exhaustion, dreaming of nothing but Phil. Leaving one nightmare for another.

4 Months Earlier

Phil and Lucy ran in to the apartment, soaked from the rain, giggling like schoolgirls, before pulling each other in for a kiss. I turned away, walking back in to the living room and turning on the TV, not paying much attention to what was playing. Ever since the night I first met Lucy, she’d become part of Phil’s life, practically living with us to spend time with him, even featuring in some of his most recent videos after she begged him to be in some.

Phil had changed too. The boy I’d fallen for was gone, replaced with what Lucy wanted instead. Ever since the night we argued, he refused to be alone with me, always finding an excuse to leave the flat if I was in, and never talking to me except for rare occasions when he needed help filming something.

“ Hey Dan!” Lucy beamed, walking in to the living room, dropping on to the sofa and shaking her wet hair out. I smiled awkwardly, shuffling away slightly and focusing more on the TV.

“ Hey Lucy. Good day?” I asked politely. She smiled brighter at me, and Phil joined her on the sofa, equally as bright and cheerful, equally just as soaked. They’d been dating for around 6 months now, and the sight of them together still hurt beyond anything else I’d ever felt, and when Phil took Lucy’s hand I closed my eyes, trying to block out the pain in my chest.

“ We have something we want to tell you Dan!” Lucy said happily, practically jumping in her seat with excitement. I shifted in my seat to face them, but the flash of jewellery caught my attention on her hand. My heart hit the floor when the realisation hit me. The ring shimmered on her finger, a big, beautiful ring, sitting prettily on her ring finger.

“ We’re engaged!” They both said at the same time, tears of happiness spilling down Lucy’s face as she babbled on about weddings. Weddings. Phil was marrying Lucy. I jumped from the sofa, making it to the toilet before I threw up, heaving my lunch in to the toilet, wiping away the tears before sitting against the wall, too upset to move. I had always wanted Phil to propose to me, I’d hinted at it for the final months before we ended. I’d imagined it perfectly, knowing that it would feel like my life would finally begin, with Phil by my side, exactly how it should be. Perfect.

Now it felt as if it was crumbling, the dreams he’d once had long gone, now they were the only reminder he had that him and Phil had ever happened.

“ Are you okay Dan?” Phil tapped on the door.

“ Yeah, I’m-I’m fine, I just ate that out of date sandwich… must’ve disagreed with me.” I lied, clinging to the toilet as Phil spoke, grateful that he couldn’t see the state he had put me in.

“ Look, I kind of don’t want to ask you this through the door, but if you aren’t very well…” He paused, and I waited, clinging to a sudden thought that Phil might’ve realised that he made a mistake, that he wanted me back, that it was all some long winded prank to win me back.

“ Will you be my best man?” He croaked, his voice cracking as he asked me.

I wiped my mouth and opened the door, suddenly face to face with Phil for the first time in 6 months. He shuffled on his feet again, before looking me dead in the eyes, causing the lump in my throat to catch the sigh leaving my lips.

“ It’s just… you mean a lot to me, and I couldn’t imagine getting married without you there. You’re still my best friend Dan, no matter what happens between us.. I just want you to be there, for me.” His words stung like a kick to the teeth. My heart was pounding against my chest, the words ringing in my ears as he waited for a response.

“ Sure…” I spoke past the dryness in my mouth. “ I’d love to.”

Phil smiled, a genuine warmth that eased all the pain I’d felt for the last 6 months, and pulled me in for a hug, wrapped his arms around me. I froze, before joining my arms around his waist, resting my head on his shoulder and turning my face in to his neck. I squeezed my eyes shut, clutching to the moment as if it were the last time I’d ever see him, because if I  closed my eyes, I could pretend it was another hug we would give me after he walked in from the shops, or one where I’d be cooking for him and he would surprise me, wrapping his arms around me from behind. I could pretend it was the very first hug he gave me at the train station five years ago, or the hug he gave me whilst filming Phil Is Not On Fire, where we had to edit out the rest of it afterwards, because we spent hours just kissing, lying together on the floor, loving each other. I could pretend he still wanted me, and that we were still together, happily together. I wonder if biology can describe the physical pain in your chest that you get when you want to be with someone, because at that moment, it vanished, as I pretended things were how they used to be, it vanished, and for once in 6 months, I felt complete.

The Wedding Day

All attempts to put off the day didn’t work. No matter how hard I prayed this day wouldn’t come, it did, the sun rose, and everything went as planned. Lucy shone as she walked down the aisle, the veil in her hair catching the light coming through the church windows, the bridesmaids dressed identically in violet. Phil looked as handsome as ever, gorgeous even, his hair ruffled and perfect, the suit he wore clung to him perfectly, outlining his body, every ounce of his body I had once loved, cherished, kissed, was now waiting for someone else at the altar.

“ Thank you so much for being here Dan, it means everything that you’re here.” Phil had said just before the cue for the bridesmaids to walk in had begun with a flourish of the harp. Time didn’t matter to me anymore, I could feel Phil had gone from my life, and I stood there numbly, clutching to the seconds that Phil could still turn around and say he loves me, but feeling those precious seconds slipping through my fingers like water as Lucy took her steps closer.

The ceremony was short, and before I could cry, the Priest was asking for anyone to step forward who objected to the wedding. I felt Phil tense as I shuffled on the balls of my feet, but I did nothing, succumbing to the realisation that he was gone, and gone forever. If Phil was happy, then I could learn to be happy for him. Phil’s happiness was the most important thing to me, and if that meant him being  with someone else, then so be it. I stood still as stone as they repeated their vows, completely blanking out Phil’s, refusing to hear them, knowing they would cause me to speak out in protest. I clutched my fists at the side of my body, fingernails digging so hard in to my palms I was afraid they’d drawn blood.

“ I do.” Phil said, the words ringing in my ears. Phil’s words, Phil’s voice, the one I’d always wanted to live my life with, finally saying those words. I closed my eyes, the unbearable pain in my chest heaving as time slowed to a nauseating crawl. His smile confirmed it all. I bowed my head to the floor in an attempt to hide the tears pooling out of my eyes. Phil’s words, Phil’s voice, but not for me. For someone else.

“ You may now kiss the bride.” The priest smiled, and Phil leant down, sealing his, hers, and my fate with a graze of his lips, curled up in a smile. The roar of applause and wedding bells was blocked out by the ringing in my ears, the feeling of drowning, not being able to hear anything except my own attempts to suck in air as I fought the urge to pass out. He’s gone.

The reception was quiet, mainly close family and friends, all milling around the bride, compliments thrown at every aspect of her, Lucy beamed with smugness. I scoffed, and took a seat at the bar, ordering the first drink on the list and downing it. Alcohol helped the pain, and I continued to block out the pain until I could hardly see, and sitting up straight  became an issue, the room swaying, the thoughts swimming disorientated around my mind, too vague and confusing to focus on.

“ Dan, it’s time for the speeches, you’d better not be too drunk!” Someone called, followed by a laughter that burned to hear. Ordering one last drink, I made my way up to the head  table, finally taking my seat next to Phil, who smiled brightly at me, raising a toast with his champagne glass. I thrust my glass forward, and stood up to speak.

“ Everybody!” I called out, waiting for peoples murmurs to die down before I carried on, knocking back the last of the burning liquid in my glass.

“ As you all know, Phil and I have been best friends for around 5 years now, and to be stood here next to him, to deliver the speech at his wedding…” I trailed off, the words stopping in my throat, the tears forming. Phil was meant to be with me. I loved him, I still do, and he’s left me, alone, with nobody. Phil brought out the best in me, and I couldn’t ask for a better friend. I just want my boyfriend back. The boyfriend who used to cuddle me when I was afraid of the Blair Witch Project, the boyfriend whose laugh could lighten up my whole day, whose lips used to be on mine, who used to make love to me. Who used to love me.

“ Please don’t leave me,” I wept, finally unable to stop the tears for the first time since this all happened. Phil stared at me from his chair, and his face was pale and clammy, the whites of his eyes shining from the threat of tears.

“ I’m sorry, I-I can’t do this.” I mumbled, before running for an exit, any exit, my chest heaving, the tears blinding me as I stumbled through a fire exit in to the night air, crisp and ice cold against my wet face.

I clung to the rail of the balcony I was stood on, crying more than I’d ever cried before, finally admitting defeat. For the past 12 months, I had ignored all the feelings of regret, anger, upset, and now they were all flooding out. Phil was my everything. Thinking of a life without Phil was enough to make life not worth living.

“ Dan? What’s going off?” Phil was behind me, stood in the doorway, his silhouette dark against the ink blue night sky behind him.

“ I can’t pretend that I don’t love you, because it’s impossible Phil! You don’t understand the pain I’m in when I see you with Lucy! This-” I motioned to the wedding, “ Was meant to be for us! We were the ones who were meant to be happy together, to love each other, not you and her!”

“ I don’t.. I don’t understand, you ended us?” Phil began. “ You ended what we had, you decided that all by yourself, you said you didn’t love me anymore, and that broke me Dan!” Phil was crying, the tears falling behind his glasses, the anger in his eyes flashing a brighter blue than ever before. “I’ve finally recovered my life from you, and you go and do this?” Phil stepped closer, removing the distance between us quicker than I could keep up with. Having him so close to me made my head spin. I leaned against the railing for support, my knees going weak.

“ I didn’t know what I was doing, I was stupid, it was the biggest mistake of my life. I wouldn’t be the person I am today without you! October 19th 2009, I met you for the first time, and I finally felt alive. I finally had a friend, I finally had a purpose Phil! You were my entire reason for existing then, you made me the person I am, and I can’t thank you enough for it, but I gave it all up to see you happy.” I wipe away the tears with the sleeve of my suit. “ And I’d go through all that pain again just to see you happy.”

Phil looked taken back by my words.

“ You mean all of that?” He said gently, a small smile creeping across his lips. I nod, unable to speak as I watch Phil, my Phil, the strong, independent Phil I know crumble.

“It’s October 19th, 2009 and you’re only fragile and eighteen. You don’t think that anyone can love you, you don’t think that you deserve to have anyone love you. You have no best friend, just people that you talk to but know that there’s always someone that they’d rather.”

I go to interrupt, but he places a finger against my lips, wiping the tears from his face before carrying on.

“You’re getting off the train, you’re trying to hide it but I can see that your knees are shaking, the tips of your sleeves are scrunched up into your hand and you’re biting your lip. You spot me, and for the first time ever I’m getting to see your chestnut brown eyes. Your face lights up and for the first time ever I’m getting to see your dimples run deeply into your skin. You wrap me into a hug and for the first time ever I’m getting to feel your arms around me. You’re looking up at me and for the first time ever I’m getting to feel your lips against mine.”

Phil demonstrates what he means, wrapping his arms around me, and placing his forehead against mine.

“And I love it. And I love you. And I have done ever since that moment.”

My dork

Ok so I got bored and kinda wrote a smut, let me know what you think.
Finally, I had a day to myself. My parents were away, my brother was staying at a friends house and I had the whole day to lay around, eat food and watch all the batman movies in a row.

I stayed in bed for most of the morning but once it got around 12 o'clock, I was starving so I decided to get up and go into the kitchen for some breakfast. Just as I finished cooking the bacon, I heard a knock at the door, sighing, I went to go and see who it was. It was probably the post man or something so I didn’t really that I was only wearing running shorts and a baggy band shirt.

Who ever was at the door had no patience and once I got to the door I saw that it wasn’t the post man, it was Michael. My brothers best friend and has been for the past ten years. I don’t even know how they are friends. Michael likes punk rock and metal bands, mainly the same bands as me but my brother, he is more into indie rock and hates anything that is remotely heavy. Michael was the definition of my type. He had tattoos, piercings and always dyed his hair. He wore ripped skinny jeans and band tees. We had so much in common, except I had a major crush on him, and my crush I mean I wanted him to bang me against a wall until I was screaming his name and begging for more, but that could never happen cause I was just his friends little sister.

Michael continued to bang on the door until I could build up the courage to answer it and see what he wanted. He probably just wanted a spare Xbox controller, god he is so hot, the things I would let him do to me…….

“(y/n) I know you’re home, I can see you. Please just answer the door.” Michael breathed, shit he saw me. There is no getting out of this now, I will just tell him Luke is not here and that he can find him in Calum’s house. Ok, that’s not that hard.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door. “Luke isn’t home he’s at…..”
“Calum’s, I know” Michael interrupted, he had his arm rested on the top of the door frame and his biceps looked amazing, I bet they would look amazing pining me to the wall while he pounded into me. Focus ( y/n)

“o..oh, ok.” I stuttered “what do you need?”

“can I come in?) he asked, suddenly straighten up.

"sure” I stepped back and let him brush past me, god he smelt good.

“god (y/n) you look so hot, I love it when you wear baggy t shirts. It makes me wonder what you could be hiding underneath. Do you know how hard it is to contain myself?” he had backed me up against the wall, he’s lips were so close to mine. I was getting so flustered with what he was saying to me. He is just so fucking hot and I had been dreaming about sucking his dick for way too long.
“I touch myself everyday and imagine its you. I see the way you look at me, I know you want me too, but just say the word and I will leave, say you don’t want me and we will never have to talk about this again. But tell me you want me and I will pound you so fucking hard against this wall you will be begging for more. Your choice babe.” he held eye contact the whole time, he was saying everything I ever wanted him to say, he had me so hot and bothered but it was my turn to work him up a bit.

“Michael” I moaned “I want you so bad, I want you to take me hard and fast, right here, right now.” I began to palm him through his jeans. He trough his head back in pleasure, so I decided to continue. “every time I see you I have to stop myself from jumping on you and fucking you like I know you want it. I have dreamed of what your tongue could do to me, I bet it works wonders. When I touch myself I think about how it would feel to have your cock so far down my throat that I gag. I want you so bad Michael, I need you.” I smirked as I slipped my hand into his boxers. Michael growled and grabbed my hand and pinned above my head. I squealed with excitement, a wave of heat ran straight through my body.

Finally, Michael closed the gap between us and attached his lips to mine in a hot and rushed kiss.his hands were running all over my body, he grabbed my boobs making me jump. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good” he moaned under his breath as he began to trail kisses down my neck.

I couldn’t take it anymore and I stared to grind my hips against his. I knew he couldn’t wait either as he dropped to his knees and ripped off my shorts and underwear. “you’re so perfect babe.” he breathed.

“Michael, please” I begged as I threaded my fingers into his hair. A cocky smirk found its way across his face as he lifted my legs to rest on his shoulders and pushed me against the wall for support.

“since you asked so nicely” he winked and wasted no time in diving in. Michael was licking and sucking relentlessly and I was in pure bliss. I couldn’t stay still, I was squirming against the wall and gripping his hair so tight I was sure it would fall out.

“oh my…gOD MICHAEL!” I squealed as he he began to pump his fingers into me as well “I’m gonna cum, oh my god I’m gonna cum” I screamed and this just spurred Michael on. He sped up his fingers and sucked one long hard suck on my clit and I lost it, i screamed as I came all over Michael’s fingers. He gently placed me back onto my feet and came up to kiss me once again.

“I told you I would make you scream.” he winked and I wasted no time in unbuttoning and slipping off his jeans and boxers.

“let’s see if you can do it again” I challenged. Michael chuckled as I pulled off his shirt and jumped and wrapped my legs around him.

“fuck” he breathed as I grabbed his rock hard cock and placed it at my entrance. Michael pushed his whole length into me and immediately started pounding into me hard and fast,the way he said he would.

I moaned and ran my nails down his toned back. “ oh my god michael!” I couldn’t help my scream, he was fucking me so hard. Michael moved one of his hands to rub circles on my clit. He really knew what he was doing.

“fuck..(y/n) I’m so close…shIT…fuck…UGH” Michael groaned as he dropped his head to the crook of my neck and began to suck hickeys there.

“me too, mikey, cum with me babe, cum so hard for me” I began to roll my hips against his in the search of more friction to get him to cum with me. We were both moaning as Michael picked up his pace. His thrusts became sloppy as we both fell over the edge and came hard. I couldn’t help but scram as I dragged my nails down his back, defiantly leaving a mark.

Michael began to chuckle as he trailed feather light kisses down my neck and in between my breast where he let his head rest before looking up at me and grinning so wide.

“I have wanted to do that for so long” he breathed

“me too, maybe we could do it again, like a friends with benefits type deal?” I suggested.

“as amazing as that sounds, I was thinking more of a boyfriend girlfriend type deal.”

“you’re a dork.” I giggled.

“but am I your dork?” he questioned with an adorable grin on his face.

“you’re my dork.” I laughed as he came up from my chest to kiss me.

Short 3


Today was girl’s day out and that also meant it was time for our weekly gossip session. Our choice of venue today was the D’lor Salon and Spa, our favorite in the city. Now when it comes to beauty, I’m always down to try anything, but my so called best friends weren’t as daring. Still, I somehow managed to convince them to try the new mud bath service the spa was offering. I mean, it’s good for your skin and it’s half off. Why not jump in?

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fishneutral  asked:

Prompt! Continuation of the Richard ficlet: Richard questioning/talking to Jim about the exact nature of his relationship with Sebastian.

(continuation on this)

Eventually the storm ended, the way Richard knew it would. Jim had a way of making these things go away without a hitch, no trace left, no worries needed. It was a bit like jumping into a canyon blind, expecting Jim to catch him - but so far Jim had never let him fall. 

Although occasionally he did get bounced on the metaphorical rocks.

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