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for you pt. 1

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Badboy Taehyung, angst, implied smut

Word Count: 4.4k

Originally posted by vminv

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Final

You knew better than to fall for someone like him. If he looked like trouble, then he probably was trouble. But you were never one to listen. There was something about him that drew you in. Maybe it was his voice. It was thick like honey and rolled off his tongue like the breeze on a hot summer day. Or maybe it was the rare moments where he let his guard down and flashed you that boxy smile that reminded you that underneath that tough exterior, there was a softness.

You remembered the first time you saw him. You were with your friends sitting outside of the only decent coffee shop on campus. Summer break was looming. The only thing holding you back between a summer without papers and deadlines were exams. And you had a lot of them. The only reason you had even left the library was because you were ambushed. Pairs of hands grabbing you and your things and dragging you out of the frozen solitude that was the library.

But they had their reasons. Momo had just caught the man she swore she thought she would marry (the 4th man she has ever felt this way about) cheating on her. They had been together for almost 6 months, but her’s wasn’t the only bed he was keeping warm. She was in hysterics by the time the barista had finished making your quad soy latte.

“I don’t understand how he could do this to me!” she shrieked between sobs. Her body was shaking violently. Your other best friends, Sana and Mina, were trying to console her. Mina was rubbing circles around her back while Sana was trying to convince Momo that if he was the one than he wouldn’t have done this in the first place.

“What happened this time?” you asked. You didn’t bother to try to hide the disinterest in your voice. You knew Momo and you knew how fast she bounced back. It might have seemed like the end of the world now, but the girl had a rubber heart. She would be back in the ring in no time.

“He cheated! That’s what happened!” her voice cracked as she spoke. “He told me he was going to spend all night in the library. But Mina and I went out last night and he was there. He was kissing some gir-” her words broke into sobs. Sana wrapped her arms around her and pulled Momo into a tight hug.

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Stay Away | Zach Dempsey x Reader (ft. Monty Dela Cruz)

Genre: Angst, Romance
POV: Reader’s/First Person
Warning: Containg swearing, violence and sexual harrasment!!

A/N: This was personally hard for me to write, but it was requested. It’s a bit heavy and it’s not the usual fluffy write-up you guys often get from me. Nonetheless, I will be posting a new fluff piece tomorrow, so stay tuned! Meanwhile, I hope you guys like this for now.

Request: Hai, I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Zach and his girlfriend (the reader) are hanging out and he despite her trying to hide them he sees a bunch of bruises on her and gets really worried and mad asking her what happened only for her to tell him that Montgomery had beat her up in a drunken state because she refused to sleep with him. This causes Zach to get mad and go beat him up and threatening him to never go near the reader again.


Zach and I were watching TV when he suddenly said he was hungry. I pout at him and sigh as a response as I got up from the sofa and make my way to the kitchen to quickly cook something up. Zach was feeling a bit hungover after yesterday and he loved being treated like a baby whenever he was sick. I took out 2 bowls of instant ramen to satisfy his hunger.

I held onto the sleeves of my sweater while leaning on the kitchen counter as I waited for the water to boil. The incident from Jessica’s party last night replayed in my mind once again. Zach would flip if he knew and I didn’t want to ruin Zach and Monty’s friendship. Besides, Monty was just drunk, I think to myself, he was just intoxicated and didn’t know what he was doing. But it still wasn’t an excuse, I continue to think. The incident scared me, Monty, scared me.

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Lost Track of Time

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Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You were mad, but he was out of patience 

Word Count: 1526

Warning: eh, not really a warning…that is unless you hate the F-bomb and other kinds of curse words.

Originally posted by shishikookie

You were fuming. Here you were, dressed in a stunning gown that you knew he would love and holding a boxed Rolex that you were going to gift him. You had waited for him in the fancy 5-star restaurant where you had gotten a reservation, a reservation that took you at least eight months worth of pay to save up for. But here you were, back in your shared apartment at 1 am in the morning waiting for your boyfriend of two years to come home. Yes, he had stood you up.

You would have understood if he had called you or messaged you. Hell, you would have understood if he sent a freaking messenger pigeon to send you a letter telling you why he couldn’t make it. But guess what you didn’t receive? Any sort of indication from Jungkook on where he was or why he didn’t come. 

On the couch you fiddled around with your phone tossing it up and catching it over and over again, waiting for a phone call or text message from him. Instead of the blaring sound of your ringtone or a notification indicating a message, you heard something else: the opening of the front door. He was home. 

Jungkook crept in and quietly removed his shoes since he thought that you would be most likely to be asleep by now. That’s why he was so surprised to find you awake in the middle of the night sitting on the couch wearing a long gown. 

“Oh, jagi. I thought you were asleep.” You shook your head and scoffed in disbelief.

“Don’t tell me that you don’t know why I’m awake right now, Jeon Jungkook.” He shifted when he heard you refer to him by his full name. You never used his full name unless you were angry. 

If he wasn’t so tired he would have asked you what was wrong. If he wasn’t so tired he would be doing his aegyo to cheer you up. If he wasn’t so tired he wouldn’t be picking a fight with you. 

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For the wonderful @whumpdump !! 

Lance blindly paces the dark castle halls. He’s on his third sleepless night, too afraid to sleep because every time his eyes flutter closed, he’s plagued with vivid, suffocating nightmares filled with death.

Pidge is first. She’s slammed into a wall, and Lance has to watch as her lifeless body crumples to the floor. He tries to stop it every time, but it’s as if his feet are glued to the floor.

Cut to Coran and Allura. Lance hovers in his lion just outside the castle as a fire flares up from a lower part of the castle. Coran and Allura bang on a glass window from the highest room, but anytime Lance tries to fly forward, he’s stopped by an unseen force and left to watch as the two disappear behind large flames and billowing smoke.

Cut to Keith. Lance is running in a Galra base, and as soon as he turns a corner, he see Keith being stabbed in the stomach by a large blade. Blood splatters from his mouth, and his body slowly slides from the blade and falls to the floor in a pool of blood.

Cut to Shiro, who jumps in front of Lance to protect him from being hit with a laser. The laser blasts a hole in Shiro’s chest, and he collapses, already dead before he hits the ground.

And cut to Hunk. Hunk is laid up in bed after being poisoned. His skin is ashen, and his ribs jut out from his sides. Blood stains his blankets and pillow, and Lance is forced to watch helplessly as his best friend fades away right before his very eyes.

Sleep is clearly not on Lance’s side, so he spends his nights exploring the castle. He’s just walking past Pidge’s room when he hears piercing scream that has him bursting into the green paladin’s room.

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Policeman! Park Woojin

masterlist can be found (here)

genre (s): policeman! au, detective! au
based off: a case in Detective Conan
warnings: mentions of murder 
collab with: @onlyjihoons (thank you for approaching me again!)
a/n: Dedicating this to my purple heart anon, stay strong for ur finals later!

“The lightless moon must be so happy to be able to see you every night.”

  • Woojin is one of the police officers under the violent crimes department
  • He grew up reading Sherlock Holmes and being a police officer was the closest to achieving his childhood dream
  • His parents did question him on why not going to the safer route of business but he knew he always wanted to help people
  • Like when he was 12, he literally climbed out of his window to save a cat that that was stuck in a tree
  • He doesn’t use a gun as he prefers combat fighting since he is trained in mixed martial art
  • But he carries a revolver with him that was given to him by a senior he really respected, Chef Hwang Minhyun
  • At the police academy, Woojin was one of the few recruits who showed the most potential
  • He pretty much aced every category out there and all the girls in his class would just crowd around him to ask for help
  • But he would just ignore them cause he was way too busy trying to read on more articles on the recent drug ring being exposed
  • Like he doesn’t date cause he puts his job as his main priority
  • He then started off as traffic police where the newbies were usually placed
  • But he managed to crack a huge kidnapping case which involved the son of a minister
  • He was immediately promoted to the Violent Crimes Department
  • He was able to stop the kidnapper by their traits as he noticed a pattern in one of the drivers they stopped and quickly arrested the person
  • It also didn’t help that this boy feared NOTHING
  • Blood, guns, dead bodies …..
  • You can throw anything at him and he will still remain a poker face
  • Mainly because he is always in the forensic lab to see Sungwoon for a detailed report on the victim so he can hunt down the murderer
  • Also known to have the record for managing to force a suspect to confess to their crimes in the shortest time possible
  • He doesn’t need to threaten then but stares at them coldly while he places both arms on the side of the metal table
  • His gaze pierces through their souls and somehow they are out confessing in less than a minute
  • Woojin is also observant and always notices all the small details in the case
  • Pretty much lives his days off cup ramen and coffee
  • There are days where he just sleeps in the office when the case is almost impossible to crack
  • Woojin was drinking his 3rd cup of coffee for the day when he was introduced to you
  • You were a cop from the Violent Crimes Unit but belonged to the next station
  • You both were assigned to work in the same case as the location of the murders varied between the two stations
  • It was a murder case targetting girls with dyed blonde hair and wore thigh high boots
  • It was a trendy fashion nowadays but Woojin couldn’t find out the motive behind it as each murder was so brutal
  • The girls had their necks strangled and the heels on the thigh high boots were always sliced off
  • Your Head of Department had nominated you to handle the case as you were equally experienced and also used to be an undercover cop
  • Your speciality as a cop was in disguise as your father used to be a magician and trained you
  • But your heart always belonged to deducting crimes hence when you were allowed to choose which department, you went for Violent Crimes
  • You were told that the person working with you was the infamous Park Woojin
  • Who had the reputation of always working alone due to his cold personality
  • But you nearly spat out the drink you were offered earlier when you saw him
  • Because how does one even pull off the police uniform???
  • i’m ready to be arrested officer park;;;;
  • Your jaw was slacking when he glanced at you while biting his lips down and running a hand to comb through his messy hair
  • Woojin wasn’t expecting you to be here this early and tbh he wondered how did you look so put together cause he was clearly a mess
  • Maybe that expression on your face and your giggle that followed after was also sort of cute since it wasn’t something he would usually witness
  • Thanks to being surrounded by the Violent Crimes Unit boys 24/7
  • After he got you coffee, he went through his plan with you
  • You two discussed the motive the crime and narrowed down a few suspects
  • You two spent a few more days working on the report of the past few cases
  • Before moving on to interviewing the suspects
  • You noticed how Woojin was extremely hard working and diligent
  • Doing almost all the report rather than passing to you yet he still gave you plenty of credit
  • He also gave you coffee the way you like it: two sugar and one cream
  • It was a really thoughtful gesture for you and it really changed your impression on him
  • It wasn’t before you two finally narrowed down to a few suspects and you guys went over to interview them
  • You two had targeted an apartment complex and interviewed most of the male residents as there were lots of hand marks on the bodies which showed a larger than usual hand size
  • You two also checked with the security guard for the CCTV records and targeted people who exited the hour when the murder occurs
  • After a few successful attempts, Woojin received a call in the middle of the last suspect
  • “This is Officer Park speaking.”
  • “There has been a report of the next murder at 23 Hongdae Street. I repeat, there has - ”
  • Woojin immediately took your wrist and pulled you in the police car
  • You were dazed cause unlike Woojin, you dealt with cases in the station and was more of the person who provided ideas rather than tackling hands-on
  • To say the least, pictures couldn’t show how gruesome the murder was
  • When you two reached the murder site, your knees almost gave away at the sight
  • As you proceeded to analysis the body, you had to hunch over at the drain to puke once you found her ID card
  • You couldn’t believe who would want to hurt these innocent girls
  • The latest victim was only 15 years old with such a bright future ahead of her yet it was snatched away from her but why?
  • On the other hand, Woojin was incredibly worried for you as he could you were mentally exhausted
  • He didn’t like the fact that the smile on your face was slowly slipping away and was determined to crack the case to get it back
  • He helped you in the car and brought you some pills to soothe your headache
  • It wasn’t long before tears started crying and that was when Woojin parked the car and embraced you into a hug
  • His warmth startled you but it was comforting and you sobbed into his shoulder
  • You could feel him running his hands on your back and another just seems to smoothen your hair  
  • That was when you realize that the chemistry   between you two wasn’t just something that you and he could ignore
  • The next few days went on but there was an unspoken bond between you two
  • Whenever you two were looking at the same document, his hand would somehow lay on your waist and bring you closer to him
  • While you would always find an excuse to look for him even if you guys were supposed to do it separately
  • You were going through the photos from the CTV footage and the witness report
  • Your brain suddenly clicked and cold sweat ran behind your back
  • “No way …. it couldn’t be.”
  • You ran to the apartment complex, praying your guess was right as  you held was gun in one hand
  • You remembered that the CCTV footage the security guard had shown you the other day was another date rather than the one you and Woojin had asked him to play
  • Which could mean that the security guard was most likely guilty by using another day as he would obviously be shown leaving at that time which would make both of you question him
  • When you reached the security guard’s room, you heard a chuckle and a cloth covered your mouth
  • You struggled to break free but soon sleep took over
  • The last thing you heard was: “I was waiting for you, Officer.”
  • When you woke up, you felt your visions pinning around and your head was pounding as you tried to recall things
  • You screamed when you noticed how instead of the sneakers you had on, it was replaced by a pair of black thigh high boots and your hair was a greasy, stringy blonde
  • Your eyes were glassy as you stared at the creepy man in front of you
  • You were silent the entire time as he explained to you that he targeted girls who wore those as it was how the girl who killed child dressed
  • The heel in her boots had caused to brake too slowly and accidentally knocked over his child
  • The blonde hair was a tribute to his child whose favourite toy was a doll with blonde hair
  • But yet the person was able to get away it and from then on, he made it a point to get his revenge
  • “Get the fuck away from her.”
  • Woojin had been searching for you for the past 4 hours when you suddenly left the station
  • He couldn’t contact you on your mobile phone and he literally went everywhere to look for you
  • Until he too realized, the footage was wrong
  • That was when he found you, dressed like one of those victims in the storeroom of the apartment complex
  • While the security guard was holding a rope that was soon going to be on your neck instead, he went livid and his mind wasn’t even thinking straight
  • He threw punches by punches and he would probably have kept going until cried for him to stop
  • Woojin went over to you as hugged you and his hands were placed on the nape and the back of your head while your head laid on his chest
  • For the second time, you were in bis embrace and your tears came out sooner than expected as you thought of the horrifying memory and how close you were to death
  • “Don’t ever disappear away from me again.”
  • You could sense the desperation in his tone and you gave a faint smile and nodded as you held his hand
  • Woojin still couldn’t believe how close he was to losing you as he realized that what you both had was something he liked a bit too much
  • After you threw that disgusting man in the jail and completed the procedure of arresting someone
  • He brought you over to his house instead and after you slept for some time
  • You two started working on getting your old hair colour back
  • He helped you with the dye job but you being you, you slabbed some of it onto his face and then quickly ran away from him LOL
  • Well it was his house so obviously, you got lost while he found you easily
  • He captured both your arms and pulled you towards his chest
  • When you two locked eyes, he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead
  • You playfully used your hands as handcuff and encircled both his wrist
  • “You are guilty of stealing my heart!”
  • “Will you release me if I ask you to be mine?”
  • You blushed but nodded and right after your hair was done, he brought you out to your very first date
  • Your station is just 5 minutes away from his but somehow Woojin managed to apply to be transferred to your station
  • He eventually became the Head of Violent which meant he was your boss lmao
  • Despite being in the same room, he will text you asking how was your day
  • When you looked up at him, he would just give you a sheepish smile while pointing at his phone, indicating you to reply him
  • He gets coffee in the morning while you did fix him something for lunch cause those cup ramen was going to make him bald in the future::::
  • You low key have so many photos of him in uniform cause DAMN
  • Woojin will say he thinks its weird but actually really likes it that you find him attractive in his usual attire
  • On weekends, he will start teaching you Mixed Martial Arts to protect yourself ever since that incident as you were someone who preferred using a gun
  • Half of the time you two will end up sleeping in as tbh Woojin is the perfect pillow
  • Whenever he cuddles you, you honestly have no regrets just staying in his arms the entire day cause the temperature of his body was so warm and comforting, it made it so hard to leave
  • You two are definitely more of actions over words couple
  • But your PDA is always down to a minimum since you two are always worried of overstepping the other’s personal space
  • The other people in the station weren’t having it
  • So policeman! baejin handcuffed you two together
  • The only condition was that you guys have to do something rly cute as a couple then he will unlock it
  • Everyone was sort of anticipating for something intimate eto happened but you two just carried on as usual
  • Until the last hour of the day, he suddenly cupped your cheeks and kiss you
  • That was basically how you two started loosening up and became more comfortable with each other
  • Gives you short pecks throughout the day
  • Since you two worked in the same station, a lot more cases were solved quickly
  • Both of you made an incredible pair - in terms of love and just work in general
  • Your station soon became extremely reputable thanks to the two of you
  • Who became known as the cold yet chic crime-busting couple of the Hongdae Station

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i spy a cheater

Request Prompt; Can you write a Shawn imagine where he’s been distant lately and sleeping at his friend’s house more often so when you confront him, you find out that he cheated and was too scared to tell you? So you’re about to leave him but he’s sobbing and you can tell he’s sorry so you decide to stay?

Warning; very slight use of some foul language


You and Shawn were definitely an inseparable couple. The two of you guys came in a pair, and it only made your relationship with the rising artist even stronger. Just as well as the two of you guys worked together, your trust levels were through the roof.

Although it was a bit weird at first, you learned to accept that Shawn’s career would always have him surrounded by girls that were practically in love with him. Even at the beginning of the relationship, Shawn assured you that the only girl he wanted was you. This of course made you more comfortable in the relationship and ultimately helped you through your now seven month relationship with Shawn.

Shawn was beginning to write his newest album, which required him to stay later at the studio than usual. This was nothing new to you, but you started worrying after he stopped answering your texts. You sent an occasional text every other hour to check up on him, but it was as if you were texting a wall. It had been like this for the past few weeks – Shawn wouldn’t answer your texts, he’d come home late, and by the time you’d wake up, he’d already be off at the studio.

When you got the chance to ask him, he gave you the quick excuse that he was sleeping at his friends house every other night since it was closer to the studio. Of course you bought it, but it was often a thought that bothered you.

The thought of him cheating on you never occurred because he’s never given you a reason to think that he would stab you in the back like that. He gave the relationship as much time as his job would allow him, and you didn’t complain. He knew how to treat a girl well, and he never had trouble making you feel like the luckiest girl out there.

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Wrong Place Wrong Time (31)

Do not reuse, edit or copy and of my work(s). ©
Part 31 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 3,500 (Maybe a little more or less)

Sehun’s P.O.V.

He gripped the knife lightly in his hand staring in fury at Y/N and Minseok. He tried so hard to push the thought of Minseok moving on from him away. He wanted so hard to believe that Yixing was lying about what he interrupted the night he saw them kissing. But it was all true, if he hadn’t walked in on them now how far would they have gone. Sehun closed his eyes tightly he was disgusted by her and ashamed of Minseok. Why was he investing all of his love and time into her, he barely knew her, why was he acting as though his life depended on her existence?

“Sehun how the fuck did you get here? How do you know about this place?” Minseok hissed at him, taking a step in front of Y/N and pushing her back gently.

“I followed you here, how else? I saw you both sneaking out of the house. Funny though Minseok isn’t it? you show her this place, but you never brought me here.” He scoffed. “Some best friend you are, huh? Putting a whore before me.”

Minseok rolled his eyes at Sehun.
“Stop reaching for issues Sehun and she’s not a whore.”

There he went again. Defending her.
Sehun’s blood was pumping and his heart was beating wildly. Since he came to the house Minseok always took care of him, it was as though he had raised him, he had been a mother to him, he was his best friend. In fact, the bond ran deeper then just a friendship, Minseok was his family and the only person he truly ever wanted and needed by his side. The other guys were nice, there was no doubt about it, but Minseok was different, he had taken him under his wing and shown him as much affection as he could. Over the years he gave him the attention he needed and craved, there was no way he was going to let her take that away from him. He walked closer to them, knife still held tightly in his hand. He had no remorse for what he was about to do, he just needed to get rid of the enemy and that’s exactly what she was.

“Sehun…” Minseok whispered, putting his arm forwards towards him trying to warn him to not come closer, but there was only so much authority he possessed when he was without a weapon.
“Sehun this doesn’t need to happen.”

He laughed darkly at Minseok, why he was wasting his breath on trying to stop him he didn’t know. He was already in a crazed state and he would kill even if it was the last thing he would do on earth. Minseok was his, not hers.
He pushed Minseok out of the way rushing towards her with the knife.

“Sehun stop!” Minseok regained his balance and ran back in her direction.
But he had already pushed the knife forward.

“Ah fuck!” Minseok hissed.

Sehun stared down, his eyes widening in shock and fear. There was a cut on Minseok’s arm, he got the wrong person.  He dropped the knife on the grass quickly grabbing Minseok’s hand in his, inspecting the cut. He began crying, he had hurt the person who had meant the absolute most to him in life.

“Fuck…” Minseok hissed, looking down at his arm. “Stop crying Sehun, it’s not deep it’ll heal in no time.” He snatched his arm out of Sehun’s grip and walked backwards in front of her. “Sehun if you kill her I won’t forgive you for it.”

He wiped the tears from his eyes with his fingers, now his whole body was shaking with hate and rage. After he had just stabbed Minseok, after he had just injured him, all Minseok could still think about was that stupid bitch.

“Why does she matter more than me?!” Sehun screamed, picking his knife up back from the grass and pointing it towards her direction. “Why do you care so much about her? I’ve already lost you to her Minseok, emotionally and mentally. Why can’t you see that?! When did I become so insignificant to you, why the fuck are you doing this to me?!” He threw his knife towards the far end of the garden, causing it to stick into the wooden fence.

“Stop Sehun! You’re making a mountain out of a molehill.”

He didn’t care he didn’t want to hear it anymore. He would get his revenge somehow. He just had to wait for the right time. He spun around, racing out of the house without turning back.

Minseok was his, not hers.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“So can you explain to me why the fuck she’s here again?” Junmyeon seethed, looking at Tao through angry eyes.

“Shh, keep your voice down Myeon, she’ll hear you. Red said he was taking too long with his request so he shot her mum as a warning, what else could he do? He couldn’t just leave her. Christ, everything’s getting messy. Ughhh. You realise we’re going to have to keep everything in this place PG right?”
Junmyeon rolled his eyes, banging his fist against the wall in frustration, walking into the living room with a fake smile plastered on his face he took a seat beside Kris.
A cute little girl the age of three was bouncing on his lap, with a stuffed zebra plushie in her hand. She looked up curiously at Junmyeon, trying to make sense of the face in front of her.

“Hi sweetheart, what’s your name?” Junmyeon gave her a plastic smile, he really had no idea how to treat a child and this situation was less than ideal. She looked up at her dad, wondering if she should reply to this stranger.

“It’s okay sweetie, you can tell him your name.” Kris planted a kiss on the top of her head.

“Ara.” Her voice was so sweet and delicate, and reduced everyone in the room to soft piles of slush, apart from Sehun and Junmyeon.

“Well you’re going to have to give daddy some space right now, he’s quite busy since I need to talk to him” Junmyeon said through clenched teeth, looking up at Kris. Kris sighed, lifting Ara off of his lap and handing her over to Minseok who was holding her extremely awkwardly over his lap. Ara looked up at Minseok apprehensively.

“I don’t know what to do with a kid, take her back.” Minseok, held her at arms length but Kris had already left the room.
The child’s eyebrows began to crease.

“Ahhh no…” Minseok breathed.

Her face crumpled slowly.

“No don’t. Don’t do that.”

Suddenly she burst out into tears, her face turning red. Her lungs were much bigger than she looked because she was very loud. Minseok shook his head in a panic, still holding her at arms length unsure of what to do with her.

“What do I do with it? It won’t stop.” He shook her slightly, only making her crying worse.

“For goodness sakes Minseok, give her to me. And it’s not an ‘it’ it’s a her and she’s a baby.” Yixing stood up from his seat, taking Ara from Minseok’s awkward hold and bouncing her up and down as he held her against his chest.
“That’s okay sweetheart, it’s okay. Shh-shh there’s no need to cry, daddy will be back soon.”He began rubbing her back slowly, still bouncing her up and down at a steady rhythm her sobs gradually reducing as she burrowed her head into his chest, she was only sniffling now. The rest of the men breathed out in relief, thank God she was no longer crying.

“Wow Yixing. Didn’t know you were such a mum.” Chanyeol laughed, looking at Ara in amazement, she was calm now and was slowly falling into a silent slumber.

Yixing put his fingers to his lips. “You’ll wake her.” He mouthed, exiting the room with the infant in his hands.

“Well that was really weird.” You spoke up, talking to nobody in particular. “What is she doing here?”

“Red killed her mum, It must be a warning for Kris to get his shit together and get rid of Baekhyun sometime soon, or he’ll go for Ara next.”
You nodded, looking over at Baekhyun, his face was blank. He got up and left the room, but you could tell something was off. You excused yourself too, following him into the hallway.

“Baekhyun are you okay?” You asked, placing a light and comforting hand on his shoulder. He looked up at you sadly, and that told you everything you needed to know. You pulled him into a hug making sure it lingered a while so he could receive as much comfort as you could physically offer him.

“Red’s really out to kill me Y/N. How many  more people need to get hurt because of me. First Soo, now Ara’s mother. Maybe I should just hand myself in. If it wasn’t for me she’d still have a mother and Kyungsoo wouldn’t be…you know.”

You shook your head violently, forcing Baekhyun to look at you. “Listen none of this is your fault Baekhyun, it’s that sick bastard’s fault, so don’t you dare blame yourself. You should get some sleep it will do you some good, okay?.” You said patting him on the back and watching him walk slowly up the stairs to his room. You walked back into the living room and you could feel Sehun’s eyes burning into the back of your skull. You took a seat beside Minseok which in all honestly was an extremely stupid choice. Were you trying to wind Sehun up?

“Hey what happened to your arm?” Jongdae asked, pointing at Minseok’s cut. You looked up at Sehun who was biting his lip nervously and looking at Minseok with an expression which you were guessing was fear.

“Oh, I was practicing something with my knives, it went a bit wrong.” He frowned, leaning back in his space next to you, why didn’t he just expose Sehun. He was mental he deserved to be exposed. You looked at him in confusion but diverted your gaze when you felt Sehun staring at you again.

“Can someone take me upstairs? I’m tired.” Kyungsoo said, looking down at his hands. He was still embarrassed by his condition and the fact that he was dependent on everyone but he was taking it in his stride.

“Actually I think it’s time we all go to sleep.” Chanyeol said, standing to his feet and stretching
“It’s been a pretty long day. It’s like 2.A.M. anyway; we need to discuss assassinating Red tomorrow in more detail.”
The rest of the men nodded in agreement and stood up, you stood up too making your way to the door and rushing up the stairs, in all honesty you were extremely tired.
But an hour later and you still couldn’t sleep. It was dead silent in the house and so this meant that thoughts were buzzing crazily around in your head which you couldn’t control. You were wondering if the dynamics of the house would change for the better now that Ara was here, but you couldn’t help thinking how inconvenient it all was, especially since the boys were preparing for their biggest mission yet. You closed your eyes in an attempt to force yourself to sleep, but then you heard your door opening. You opened your eyes slowly, looking to the other end of your room. Jolting upwards and scooting back towards your head board you stifled a scream.

It was Sehun.

He was holding a knife.

“And if you even think about screaming I’ll slit your throat.” He stepped inside closing the door behind him and sliding the lock. “You’re really stupid; you know there’s a lock here for a reason. Although I guess it doesn’t matter because I would’ve just kicked the door in.” He smirked sadistically, walking closer to where you were. You tried pressing your body further up against your bed, but you couldn’t move any further backwards. He spun the knife around in his hand, staring at the shiny blade.

“I could kill you right now you know, but then Minseok would never forgive me would he?” He advanced in your direction, closer and closer. Until he was breathing right on top of you. You couldn’t scream even if you wanted too, because you were too paralysed and your breath was caught in your throat. He brought the blade down to your head, slicing off a lock of your hair and stuffing it into your mouth, causing you to splutter it out onto your duvet.
“So I’ve made my mind up.” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath almost making you vomit. “You’re going to stop talking to Minseok Y/N. Or I’ll kill him. If I can’t have him then no one can. I’ll kill him first and then I’ll kill myself after.” He planted a kiss on your lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth out of spite. Your skin was crawling. He was a bitter, sick and twisted man and it was only now that you were really beginning to see it properly.

“You’d never dream of doing that. That’s cheap talk. You’re bluffing.” You breathed, you were scared of him and you wanted him to leave more than anything.

“Oh am I?” He smirked at you. Then his face went blank, standing up straight he walked over to the side of the room that the door was on. Placing one hand on the wall, he raised the hand that he was holding the knife and drove the blade into his palm. He shouted out in pain. You screamed, grabbing your duvet closer to your body and shutting your eyes tightly.
“Trust me…” He panted and winced in pain, looking you dead in the eye. “If I’m crazy enough to do this to myself…arghhh…. then I’m capable of doing anything.”

You shook your head and began crying, not because you felt sorry for him, but because you were in the same room as a psycho and you couldn’t even scream for help.

“Sehun, you’re fucking crazy. You need help!”

“No… arghh… no… the only thing I need… is Minseok to stay by my side and protect me forever and always. He’s been my rock…fuck… he’s been a mum to me…and you think you can take my guardian away from me? Who do you think you are bitch?” He pulled the knife out of his palm, groaning in pain. He walked to the door and unlocked it.

“Breathe a word of tonight to anyone, and I promise you…I’ll fucking kill Chanyeol too.” He slipped out of your room quietly leaving you alone in darkness and fear. The silence had never been so loud in all your life and your heart was beating wildly. What were you to do? The craziest part was you knew that Sehun would do it.

You woke up around midday hoping it had all been a dream, but you were assured by Sehun’s blood on your wall that it wasn’t. You walked to the bathroom shaken up and freshened yourself, you slowly walked down the stairs to get some breakfast. Mostly everyone was in the kitchen apart from Kyungsoo, Junmyeon and Baekhyun. You looked at the right end of the dining table, to see Sehun staring at you coldly his palm was bandaged and he was sitting next to Minseok.

“Sehun, what happened to your hand?” Jongin asked, standing up to put the milk back in the fridge.

“Hmm? Oh, just practice with knives gone wrong.” He winked at you subtly so only you could see.

“You aswell?” Jongin scoffed.
You sat at the table trying to focus your attention on Kris who was feeding Ara and Yixing trying to keep her entertained as he was doing so.

“Oi Minseok, we should go do some training together, hmm?” Sehun said, elbowing Minseok lightly in the side.

“Why?” Minseok frowned, scooping his cereal up into his mouth and staring at you in frustration, you turned your head away.

“What do you mean why? Why not Min? We always train together, besides it’ll be fun, hmm?”

“I’d rather not Sehun.”

Sehun frowned, looking down at the slice of toast in his hand and violently ripping a bite out of it.
You decided you weren’t hungry anymore and exited the kitchen; you began walking towards the living room when you felt a hand grip your wrist. You turned around and were staring into the face of Minseok.

“Hey why are you ignoring me? I’ve tried giving you eye contact so many times this morning. You keep on disregarding me. I thought we made up at mine yesterday, or did the kiss mean nothing to you at all?” He half hissed half whispered keeping a strong hold on your wrist. You were about to say something when Sehun walked towards the two of you. You grabbed your wrist out of Minseok’s hand and took a step backwards towards the staircase. Sehun frowned looking at the both of you, clearing his throat.

“Minseok, I’m going shopping. You coming?”

“No. We all went out the other day, why would I need to go again now?” Minseok grunted keeping his eyes trained on you but you disappeared up the stairs. Lingering in the hallway, you stood just outside of your door so that you could eavesdrop and hear what was being said.

“Hey I’m going to watch a film, come watch it with me Min?” Sehun pleaded.

“What the fuck did you say to her Sehun why is she ignoring me? I know you have something to do with this.”
You inched a bit closer to the top step so you could hear them clearer, you could just about see their legs from where you were stood.

You heard Sehun laughing in disbelief, shifting from one foot to another. “I’m talking about us and you’re bringing her into it. God Minseok, you’re so obsessed.”

“No Sehun you’re obsessed!” Minseok hissed, you saw his feet taking a step closer towards Sehun’s. “You’re fucking obsessed with me Sehun and you need to realise that. But I guess this is my fault, for spoon feeding you constantly and making you reliant on me, for being around you too much. You’re a grown man now Sehun! Not the kid you used to be and you need to fucking realise that you don’t need to be so far up my fucking ass anymore! I fucking like her, you know I do, why are you sabotaging this shit for me, huh?! You say I’m like you’re brother, like your mum yet here you are, hindering my pleasure. Don’t you want me to be fucking happy Sehun?! I’ve been through so much in life why the fuck are you being like this. You’re being childish, grow up Sehun you’re a man! Even Kris’ fucking child is more mature than you’re behaving. Are you seriously trying to gain my attention like this; day in day out?! You know none of the boys in the house mean as much to me as you do?!” There was silence for a moment until you heard Sehun speak up.

“No the boys don’t, but she does. Don’t you fucking understand Minseok, you’re all I have. My dad never cared, I lost my mum. We lost Luhan. Now I’m losing you…to her! It’s not fair. You are all I have left and if I lose you now I may aswell be dead. How can an infant cope without it’s mother? I thought you cared about me more than you do. You tell her things you don’t tell me, you take her to places you’ve never showed me. You let her in and you’re shutting me out! How is that fucking fair. You’re neglecting me Minseok.”

“But I’m not your fucking mother Sehun and I never will be!”
You heard Sehun gasp and saw his feet take a step backwards away from Minseok’s.
“Listen Sehun. I feel like I practically raised you and this bond is nice, I’ll never neglect you, but you need to give me some space. You’re suffocating me. And yes I treat you both differently, but the love I have for you is different to what I have for her. This is brotherly whilst with her it’s desire and something more, I don’t know…”

Sehun laughed sarcastically. “So you love her now do you?”

“No that’s not what I meant Sehun I’m just trying to explain the difference in the relationship. Stop being difficult and let me live, I deserve that much don’t I?”

Another pause.

“I know you’re listening!” You heard Sehun shout, it seemed as though he was talking to you.
“Don’t worry you can fucking have him! He doesn’t care enough to need me anymore; I’m not worth shit to him. I hope you can make him happier than I ever could, clearly my job wasn’t enough.” You saw Sehun’s feet turn away and walk towards the front door.

“That’s not what I said. Sehun wait. Wait! For fuck sake. Sehun!”

You heard the front door slam shut.

Tag: @holyzombiechild

I’m going to go with injury for this one! And a hint of Klance because I have no chill. 

When Keith stumbled during training, his ankle twisted awkwardly, and he fell to the ground with a sharp hiss.

He desperately called out for an end to the simulation he was fighting just before the robot swung a blade down on him.

The slightest jostle of his ankle left him wincing, but soon enough, he was positioned with his legs stretched out in front of him. He carefully tugged his pant leg up, and he could see the swelling and feel the heat without even removing his shoe. 

“Fuck,” he spit out, hands hovering above the obvious sprain, but when he heard footsteps echoing from the hall, he swallowed down the nausea stemmed from the pain and struggled to his feet just as Lance and Shiro walked in.

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We Don’t Talk Anymore | 2

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Word Count: 2.419

A/N: well I actually did finish it tonight, what a surprise! I don’t know what to think of this tbh meh, let me know your thoughts :)

also I did not proof read again, so there’s a high possibility that my tired brain did make some horrible mistakes in this and I already want to apologize for that


Her dress was hugging every single one of her curves like his hands used to do. Gently caressing her soft skin, like he used to do. The light illuminating her skin softly, giving it a golden glow, making her eyes sprinkle while her smile seemed to be able to cure illnesses. Her hair slowly swaying from side to side while she laughed at Hoseok’s jokes, placing one of her perfectly small hands on his shoulder for support, the way she used to do it to him.

Jungkook couldn’t tear his gaze from your figure, no matter how hard he tried. You looked like an angel descended from heaven. Nothing compared to you. He had bought you that dress as a Valentine’s gift, knowing that it wouldn’t stay long on your body while he was around and therefor giving himself a nice present as well. Seeing you was already hard enough but this whole situation made it ten times worse. What was he saying, a million times worse and more.

Memories of that exact night came flooding back into his mind, heart aching and tears filling up his eyes, about to spill. 

“You look really beautiful tonight (Y/N)”, he complimented you, looking for the same pain in your eyes that he was feeling.

“You really do (Y/N)! I really love your dress, where did you get it from?”, his girlfriend asked you. Her voice made Jungkook’s insides twist in regret, realizing how painful it might have been for you to sit right across from them.

Instead he saw you smiling back at her. “Thank you! Sadly, I don’t remember where I got this from… I think it might have been a gift or something”, you smiled apologetically and she shrugged before turning her attention back to Taehyung who was sitting on her other side. 

Nobody else seemed to notice that your hands were slightly shaking while brushing down your dress and when you spoke; you seemed to be a little out of breath, as if your nerves were taking up all your energy. 

Nobody, except for Jungkook. 

He noticed every small detail. He knew you like the back of his hand and seeing you like this, trying to hide your feelings, trying to stay strong while your eyes were already turning watery, he wanted to do nothing more than to hold you in his arms and tell you that everything’s going to be fine. 

That he would be there for you. Kissing those tears away while rubbing small circles into your skin, telling you how beautiful you were. He’d promise you as many times before that he would never leave you.

Wasn’t it ironical that he wanted to comfort you and tell you these things when he already did leave you? He already broke your heart, he was the reason behind those tears and he knew. Because he was feeling the same.

A tear silently rolled down his cheek before he could stop it and his hand was quick to wipe it off.

“Who is she Jungkook?”, your voice cut slices into his skin. Never had he seen you this angry.

“She’s just a friend from uni (Y/N), relax”, he tried to play it down, letting himself fall onto your couch and grabbing the remote to turn on the Sports News.

As he leaned back, you ripped the remote out of his hands, throwing it against the wall, making him flinch at the sound.

“Who. Is. She?”, one of your hands was holding onto your phone for dear life while the other one was being clenched into a fist, slowly turning white. Jungkook saw the anger burning inside of you and even though you were fuming, he still thought you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. His breath got caught in his throat as he looked up at you, getting lost in your eyes before your voice broke him out of his trance.

He shook his head a little and stood up, walking past you and rolling his eyes. “I told, she’s just a friend, no need to get jealous babe.”

“Don’t fucking ‘babe’ me Jungkook! What is this huh?”, you stopped him on his shirt, making him face your phone. There was a picture of two figures, one being held up against a wall by the other, while their tongues swirled around each other. His hands on her butt, her hands in his hair. Even though he recognized that scene on the screen, he shook his head again and shrugged. “Looks like some nasty college kids making out in the backyard of some house, how the hell am I supposed to know?”

He tried to free himself from your grip but you were holding his shirt so tight, he was scared it might rip if he broke apart violently. So instead, Jungkook stayed in place, eyes looking anywhere but at your face, heart beating painfully in his chest and blood pulsing in his ears.

“Look at me”, you whispered, voice already shaking as you knew him too well. Jungkook knew that you had figured out he was lying. Yet, he tried his best to seem convincing. He really didn’t want to hurt you. His love for you was stronger than anything he had ever felt. He didn’t want to cause you pain. Not for any costs.

Your finger softly turned his face to yours and he looked at your broken expression. “Look me in the eye and tell me this isn’t you making out with another girl. Look me in the eye and promise me that you didn’t do anything with her while you were at the exact same party yesterday.”

His gaze locked with yours and all his insides dropped. He wanted to lie. He wanted to tell you that he’d never do something like that to you, that you were his one and only. That all he ever had in mind was you and only you. Which was true. But in that one second, he allowed someone else into his mind and it all escalated. Escalated so bad, he’d never thought was possible.

“I-”, he started but his voice broke and he had to restart. Your big, dull eyes, filled with tears, hands shaking and clinging onto him as if her life depended on him, made lying so hard. His heart and mind battling each other between telling her the truth and hoping for the best, just kissing her and holding her, comforting her. Making her believe that he was the one she was looking for. the one that would never hurt her, never do something like that to her. 

“I- that’s-”, he stuttered and your eyes closed in resignation, small tears escaping your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. His hand automatically shot up to wipe them away but it got slapped away by your own as you turned around, facing away from him. “I swear, I didn’t mean to (Y/N). I- I could never hurt you like this!”

Jungkook noticed how desperate he sounded, how dumb and idiotic. But it was the truth. He never wanted this to happen. Never in a million years.

“Don’t pull that shit on me Jungkook! Don’t you dare pull that ‘I didn’t mean to’ crap!”, your voice had turned into screams, streams of tears covering your yet so beautiful voice, shattering Jungkook’s heart into tiny pieces. He reached out for you but you stepped back, giving his heart another crack.

“(Y/N)…”, he whispered but you cut him off. 

“Pack your stuff. Now. And get out of my apartment. I don’t want to see you ever again, you understand that? Never again!”

Your screams and sobs still echoed through his head. The same way your laugh and giggles wouldn’t leave his mind. Every beautiful and every painful sound that ever left your mouth was burned into his memory. Every moment he had spent with you, every smile, every playful smack, every hug, every touch. Every stupid joke. Every silly comment. 


There wasn’t a night where he didn’t miss your touch, your smell, your soft hums. He had gotten used to your body laying beside his at night that he barely slept now. He missed you like lungs missed the air. He missed you like fish missed the water. He missed you like the birds missed the sky. He missed you like the sun missed the moon. It was unbearable and yet he was the one who caused it.  

Now you were standing beside him, applauding to one of the manager’s speeches while waiting for this dinner to be over. Jimin was standing on your other side, making Jungkook fume with anger and jealousy. He was supposed to be the one being there for you. He was supposed to be the one being to hold you whenever, kiss you whenever and erupt into little giggles with you together. 

As everybody started heading back to their seats, Jungkook took the opportunity and stopped you by gently grabbing your wrist. Electricity ran through both of your bodies, your eyes widening in disbelief as Jungkook smiled slightly. 

He turned to Jimin. “Hey man, can I borrow her for a minute?”, Jungkook knew that if he asked Jimin, his hyung would say yes and you wouldn’t have an excuse to say no to him.

As predicted, Jimin smiled and nodded before heading back to his seat, leaving the two of you alone. You looked lost and Jungkook’s instincts to protect you from anything bad became more prominent. He swallowed hard, reminding himself that it wasn’t in his rights to feel like this any longer.

“Let’s go somewhere more quiet, I need to talk to you”, he said before turning into the direction of the balcony, looking back once to make sure you were following him.

Stepping outside, he held the door open for you and a mild breeze hit your naked skin, making goosebumps appear. Jungkook noticed that you were feeling uncomfortable in his presence and he lowered his head in sadness. If anyone would have told him a year beforehand that you two would end like this - not that anyone knew about the two of you to be able to tell him - he would have laughed at him and declared him for mad. 

“So, what did you want to talk about?”, you asked casually, avoiding his gaze and looking up at the stars instead. He smiled a little at your behavior, knowing that you were only doing that because you were too nervous (and hurt) to face him directly. 

“I’m sorry”, Jungkook apologized suddenly, making your head snap at him, eyes wide in surprise. Quickly, you caught yourself and looked back into the restaurant, making sure that nobody was looking for the two of you.

“For what?”, you raised one eyebrow at him, questioning his apology. Anyone could apologize but not everybody knew what they were apologizing for.

“For promising you that I would be the man that you needed. For promising you that I’d never ever hurt you. For promising that I would never leave you, no matter how hard times would get. For promising you a future together. For promising everything we both wanted and needed and yet standing here, having broken every single one of those promises”, a lump started to rise in Jungkook’s throat so he quickly swallowed and continued.

“I’m sorry for glorifying your simple being, loving everything you do or didn’t do. For falling so hard for you that everything else just didn’t matter anymore. For making you fall so hard for me that you were blind to anything that didn’t involve me. For causing you so much pain that breathing alone was one of the hardest tasks you had to go through in your entire life. I’m sorry for every single tear you shed because of me, every single scream you led out because of me. For every broken vase, every deleted picture and every deleted song. I’m sorry for every time you had to run to the bathroom in the middle of the night, throwing up into the toilet because you thought that this pain was about to eat you out alive, burning you from the inside and taking all the air from your lungs.”

Your eyes had started to well up with tears, bottom lip stuck between your teeth, trying to hold your composure. When Jungkook looked at you, you breathed out, shaking your head.

“How do you know all this?”, your voice was barely whisper but Jungkook would have heard you anywhere.

“Because I felt the same.”

“Why now?”, you choked out before tears wet your puffy face.

“Because I see you with him (Y/N). I see how you’re trying to forget about me, about us. I see how every time he touches you, you flinch but act as if nothing happened. I see how when you open up, you cling onto him as if you were scared he might leave you as well. I see the dark circles around your eyes, no matter how hard you try to cover them up. You don’t sleep at night because you can’t let his warmth lull you in like mine did. You can’t move on even though I know you want to”, Jungkook’s voice started shaking at the thought of what’s going to come. He closed his eyes, ignoring the stinging feeling in his chest and the burning in his lungs that were telling him that this was not right. 

“That’s why I’m telling you this”, he breathed out, looking at you sincerely. “So you can find closure and move on. Be happy with him. Let him love you like I did and love him like you loved me. He’s the one you need, the one you want. He will be your happiness.”

“Jungkook…”, you choked out in between tears but he shook his head and smiled at you, tears now also streaming down his face. 

“Shh it’s okay. You deserve him”, was all he could muster to say before reaching out for the door handle, ready to go back inside.

“What about you?”, you asked heartbroken, grabbing his arm and holding onto it.

“I’ll be fine”, was all he said, before placing a soft kiss onto your forehead, lips lingering on your skin a little bit longer before opening the door and going back to the table as if nothing had happened.

Because for him, nothing would change. 

Except for seeing you being finally happy with his best friend.


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Originally posted by teenwxlves

warnings: some violence, cursing and smut. NSFW +18.

word count: 3135

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Love Yourself

WARNING - self doubt , assholes degrading the reader . 

Request - Thank you so much @melconnor2007 for the request . I hope you like it . 

Hi I was wondering if you could do a one shot requests on Bucky, something along the lines the reader and Bucky have been dating for ages, but she’s struggling with being happy about the way she looks, when she over hears some other agents or people talking about how good looking Bucky is and how muscles he is, then they start saying how the reader isn’t pretty enough to be dating Bucky, and she gets upset locking herself in her room, and Bucky breaks in and is reassuring telling her how pretty she is and how much he loves her and it’s really fluffy if that makes any sense please 

A/N- This wasn’t easy to write . For the first time , I started with a blank page thrice . Tbh , there was a time I felt like this but I no more do . I don’t give shit about people think about the way I look . I like myself and that is all that matters . I don’t like people who choose to like or not like me over superficial things like appearances . So I am open to anyone who wants to speak with me . I want you to make yourself feel better . And one day I hope you realise that you are  beautiful . I LOVE YOU 

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Better Than Me Chapter One: Dean x Pregnant Reader

Better Than Me Chapter One: You have to tell Dean.
Word Count: 1600ish
Rating: T
Warnings:  Mentions of puking.

Summary:  Being a Winchester is hard, but being with a Winchester is harder.  When Dean breaks your heart, you leave the bunker with a little secret that’s growing.  

BTW.  If you read the prologue of “I am Always Yours” then please forgive me as that story and another idea I had are being merged together.  I also frankensteined this chapter.  SORRY.  It has some repeated content.  


I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me

You glared at the angry red numbers  of the digital clock on your nightstand.  Letting out an exhausted sigh, you turned to face away from the clock and glanced over to the sleeping form beside you.  Dean’s sleep was sound and his breathing rhythmic.  You let out a silent sigh as your fingers ran through your hair before you reached over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.  It was only three in the morning, but there was no way you could sleep.  A million and one questions were running through your head.

Grabbing your robe, you quickly made your way over to restroom and stared into the mirror.  The bags under your eyes were atrocious and you groaned as your stomach rolled.  It had been almost a week since you had gotten a decent night of sleep.  It was wearing you thin and you knew Dean had taken notice.  He was nudging you for answers at the moment, but he would soon be demanding them.  

Reaching down, you turned on the faucet  and splashed the cold water onto your face.  You couldn’t pinpoint what was going on with you, but it was something big.  Something world shattering, heartbreaking, and soul crushing.  It was eating you from the inside out and replacing a happiness you never deserved to have.  You bite your lip as the first sob of the day crushed you.  Gripping the sink, you swallowed it back when you heard footsteps down the hall.  The turning of the doorknob made you jump and you spun around to the door.  

Your eyes widen in surprise when you found Sam there.  His expression mirrored your own.  Confused, worried, and pained.  He stepped into the room before giving you a questioning look.   You sighed deeply and wanted to wave him off, but you couldn’t this time.  Everything was too much and you never wanted anything more than to throw yourself into his arms.

Your mask of fake smiles and strong will cracked under the intense stare of the younger Winchester.  You lunged forward into his chest and buried your face there as his arms pulled you in tight.  Hot tears plunged from you and splattered on to his blue t-shirt.  He reached down and kissed the top of your head.  His chin came down and rested there as he whispered gentle words to your brokenness.   They were sweet and sung to your broken heart.  

“Sammy.  I don’t want to lose him.”  You murmured.  The sound muted and restrained and Sam struggled to hear though he understood the instant he did.  

“Neither do  I, Y/N.  Neither do  I.”  

You awoke with a start a few hours later.  Sam had managed to calm you down enough that you had been able to get a few hours sleep.  Your phone blaring the song, ‘Hooked on a feeling’ caused you to groan as you slapped around for it.  Blinking away the blurry vision, you swiped to answer it.

“Hello?”  You rasped out.

“Babe.  I’m picking up some grub.  Be there in twenty:”  You heard Dean’s rumbling voice echo through the phone.  You groaned loudly as his voice perced your still sleep fogged brain.  A chuckle sounded from his end of the phone and you rolled your eyes.  You both shared your sentiments of love before you hung up.  Yawning loudly, you dragged your tired body across the room to the closet.  Yanking on some leggings and a sweater, you made the perilous journey to the kitchen before your morning coffee.

Sam gave a low chuckle when you entered the room.  His hands extending out to you a blue mug of steaming pick me up.  You groaned your thanks as the hot liquid touched your lips.  He gave you a bemused look before turning more serious.

“Did you manage to get any sleep?”  His asked.  His tone full of concern.  

You nodded slowly, as you sat down on one of the kitchen counters.  Sipping the coffee, you calculated that you had managed to sleep about three hours.  

“Three hours.  Better than the last two nights.” You sighed as you gave the mug a tap.  “Thanks for everything by the way.  I don’t think I would have been able to sleep if you hadn’t talked me down.”  

Sam’s expression soften and he smiled back at you.  He knew that the everything going on between Amara and Dean was taking its toll on you.  He reached out and ran his hand over your hair and gently cupped your face.  You pressed your face into his hand.

“He loves you, Y/N.  More than I think either of us really knows.”  Sam said softly.  You swallowed thickly and nodded your head.  You could only pray that he was right.

Twenty minutes later, Dean was back with breakfast and you felt your stomach churn in protest at the sight of the greasy bacon.  The smell wafted  up and made you grimace.  Dean took noticed right away and was asking you what was wrong.

“Ugh.  That smell…”  You managed to get out before bile raised in your throat.  Cupping your hand over your hand to your mouth, you made a beeline for the restroom.  You hugged the toilet as a violent wave of nausea hit you and your stomach emptied.  Coughing as you sat up with a groan, you looked up when you felt someone standing over you.  Dean’s green eyes flittered with emotion as he stared down at you.  

“Are you ok, sweetheart?”  He asked as he crouched down and tucked a stray hair behind your ear.  You nodded slowly- your body felt like it had been hit by a mack truck.  Your throat burned raw as a fleeting idea caught your attention.  In the aftermath of everything that was happening, you hadn’t even thought of the last time you had gotten your period was.  

“Fuck…”  You hissed under your breath as you began to stand.  Dean’s hands were on your waist to help steady yourself and you sighed in contentment at the touch.  You bit your lip as the thoughts of a little life inside you dragged themselves to the front of your mind.  Making up an excuse that you had some research for a case, you pushed passed Dean.

A few hours, Your head had began to swim as the low light from the lamps made you feel impossibly tired.  You had looked up when you heard footsteps approaching and found yourself staring into familiar green eyes.   He walked over to you and placed a kiss to the side of your head.  You brought your head up to look at him for a moment before smiling.  

“Dean I need to go to the store.  Can I borrow, Baby for a little while?”  You asked gently.  You needed the answer to the question.  A question you didn’t want to have to ask, but that wasn’t your reality.  Dean nodded as he plucked the keys from his pocket before offering to go with you.  He blanched when you mentioned that it was for ‘girl stuff’ and sent you on your way.   He or Sam usually went with you since you had become his girlfriend a few years ago.  He was and always would be overly protective of you.  This time you were grateful that he was distracted and careless though. 

You hadn’t waited to get home to take the test.  Instead you sat on the toilet in the single stall women’s room at the local Gas n’ Sip and stared into space.  The timer on your phone sounded and you swallowed back the reality that was coming your way.  Reaching over to the little white stick- you read the results.  Two bright pink lines were staring back at you.  There could be no denying it.

You were pregnant.

You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood as the truth radiated through you.  You scrambled for the second test in the package and repeated the process.  Three minutes later, you reached over with shaky hands for the it.  Two dark pink lines stared back at you.   A flurry of curse words and panicked induced slamming of your fists against the wall followed soon afterward.  You reached up and covered your mouth in order to let out a silent sob. Your body shook with force as tears spatted on the concrete floor of the restroom.  

You leaned your head against the cool mirror as you stared into your reflection.  Dean had been distant and distracted. He didn’t try to talk to you about what he was feeling and you hated that he shut you out.  Classic Dean Winchester move, when the going gets tough, hold it all inside and fake like you’re okay.   Licking your dry lips, you turned to grab the two pregnancy test  and headed for the door.

“You are going to tell Dean, right?”  A voice echoed in your head that sounded a lot like Sam.  You never really understood why he was your voice of reason, but there it was. 

You shook your head and sighed loudly.   You didn’t know if you wanted to tell Dean.  Telling Dean made it real.  Saying it out loud made it real.  You needed time to think. You climbed into baby and started the engine.  The loud ringing of your phone caught your attention and reached over to the passenger seat.  Picking it up, you smiled when you noticed that it was Sam calling.  

“Hello?”  You answered.  Your voice wavering a bit when Sam’s deep voice echoed through the speaker. 

“Are you alright, Y/N?  You’ve been gone awhile.”  He asked his voice once again full of concern.  You smiled at the care he showed for you.  
“Ah, Yes.  I’m ok.  Just couldn’t find the kind of snacks I wanted is all.  I’ll be home shortly.”  You said with a faked contented tone.  With that you said your goodbyes and started back to the bunker. 

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Just the Three of Us - 2/2 Final

Genre; Smut

Length; 2,800+ words

Kinks; face fucking, Daddy&Sir! kinks, sexual sadism, orgasm denial, brat taming

Originally posted by kim-min-sock


“Now since you can’t fucking talk back-” He added, his expert fingers outlining your drenched slit, “Let’s see how much you can take before you break..”

Just as he said this, Jackson began irregularly speeding up his pace- filling the room with the erotic sounds of your gagging and slurping each time he thrust back into your mouth. 
“God damn you sound so sexy..” He snarled as his hands wrapped around your throat for a moment; feeling the way your throat expanded each time his cock sunk down into you. “Holy fuck..” 

Tears streamed up your face as Jackson began pounding into you. 
“You look so pretty when you cry, y/n..” Jinyoung purred, the sound of him fiddling with his jeans following after his chilling words. 
Soon, you could feel him teasing your aching core; his skilled digits caressing your folds before sinking back into your tunnel. 

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Fell!Poth Part 2! <33

And now…
We’re gonna send li'l ol Rurik on a guilt trip~
Bear with me, folks, this story has JUST BEGUN! <33

Fell!Palette belongs to @angexci

Fell!Goth belongs to @nekophy (or) @nekophysinpile

Palette walked irritatedly down the path back home. It had been a hard day of taking care of people on his ‘hit list’, and he couldn’t wait to get back home to Goth. He’d make that younger skeleton limp so bad tomorrow…

In the middle of his thoughts, he opened the door to the house.

“Gooooothy~” Palette purred, “I’m home… You know what that means~~”
He walked into the kitchen. Goth wasn’t there like he usually was. Palette’s eyes narrowed as he growled more aggressively, “Oh my little doll, where are you…”

He walked around the island in the kitchen to find Goth knelt on the ground softly gagging and coughing up blood. The younger skeleton had a sharp knife to his own throat.

Palette’s eyes widened in dismay. 
Goth only slowly looked up with a smile. A smile that clearly told Palette, ‘You won.’ And with that, Goth’s hand trembling, he began to slowly slice his own throat–

But Palette was quicker. He dived into a kneeling position and yanked Goth’s wrist to the side, taking the knife and chucking it out the open window. He took a hold of both of Goth’s wrists with one hand, while his other held Goth’s throat. 

This time, Palette wasn’t holding Goth by the throat in attempt to choke him. He was doing it to save Goth. And neither skeleton knew why.

Goth’s eyes were filled with confusion (and not to mention tears) as he met Palette’s. The smaller skeleton choked out only a single word.
And then Goth passed out in Palette’s arms, soul beating faster than a humming bird’s wings. He was soaked in his own blood and tears…literally.

Palette hesitated but stood up, letting go of Goth. The bigger skeleton had no interest in taking Goth to his room, but he did get a large bandage and gauze to cease the bleeding in Goth’s throat.
After he was finished treating the small wound, Palette began walking back to his room. 

…He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Goth was in a decently comfortable position, then he walked out.

Goth woke up with a damp face and a bloodstained mouth. He groaned as he sat up slowly and winced as his throat was strained with the effort. His eyes were wide as he realized that he wasn’t dead.

Tears came almost immediately all over again. 
Ignoring the pain in his neck, Goth screamed in pure agony over his failed suicide attempt and he stood up to punch the cabinet door. 

“No!!” He sobbed loudly, “No, no no no no!!! No….!!” Goth sank to the floor, whimpering and trembling violently. He felt a shadow darken his vision through his eyelids. The smaller skeleton immediately froze. He let out a long whine of terror.

“I’m…..sorry….” Is all Goth could manage to get out before rage and fear battled each other in his mind, making him shriek in a shaking voice, “I give up!!!” To the figure in front of him, “Just rape me already!! Kill me! SOMETHING!! Stop torturing me by making me wait…just get it over with… I just…want to die…” Goth’s voice faded into a sob as he lowered his head in defeat to Palette, “I… Give… UP… You win… Please… N-no more…” 

Palette looked angry, but anger and guilt were fiercely battling each other in his mind. At the moment, guilt was winning. Palette’s eyes softened somewhat and he knelt in front of Goth, raising his head by the chin with a hand.

Goth’s expression was laden with horror as Palette’s hand made contact with Goth’s chin. He flinched and trembled, preparing for the worst.

But Goth’s gradual flinching was all for nothing as Palette leaned in and gave Goth a kiss. 
This was different than the kisses that Goth had received in the past. This was a soft kiss. Not aggressive and lust-hungry. 

Goth was thoroughly shocked. He trembled even more in confusion but kissed back nonetheless. Even if Palette meant this kiss to actually be a kind advance toward Goth, the younger skeleton still didn’t want to risk angering him by not returning the kiss. 

By the time they pulled away, Goth felt nothing. His eyes–his whole expression – was blank. Goth felt nothing for Palette. NOTHING. There was definitely hatred there. But nothing else. 

“I love you, Goth…” Palette said gruffly but slowly, as if he was honestly trying to be more convincing than he usually is, “…I don’t want to lose you.”

Goth just stared at Palette.
“No you don’t,” Goth replied simply.
Palette looked up in slight surprise.

“Excuse me?”

“You can’t take me from my own family, come here of all places to live, treat me like yesterday’s newspaper, rape me, abuse me, then wait until I’m trying to escape my miserable, wasted life to decide that you love me. That’s just not possible. Or, at the very least, you can’t expect me to love you back…” Goth’s voice shook in anger as he confronted Palette of all his faults.

Palette let his hand fall as Goth stood up. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Palette tried to sound like his intimidating self through his shock, “You aren’t allowed to leave. I’m dominant over you.” Palette stood as well, grabbing Goth by the arm.

Goth flinched again and turned to Palette. He nodded slowly and meekly, and just as Palette felt satisfaction bubble up inside him…


Palette stumbled backwards in utter shock. Goth was standing with his hand raised. He had smacked Palette so hard it sent the older skeleton to the ground. 

“…You are not dominant over me…” Goth’s voice was shaking, “I am my own person.” 
Palette was staring up at Goth in alarm, his intimidating aura gone. He looked…guilty?

But Goth didn’t let it get to him. He glared down at Palette and kicked him in the ribs. “I’m leaving you for good this time! I don’t give half a shit about how you feel! You never gave anything about how I did!”

And with that, Goth ran outside the front door, leaving Palette groaning mess on the floor.

Goth ran as fast as he could down the alley next to his and Palette’s house. By now he could only pray that Palette or one of his buddies wouldn’t come after him.

Nearly tripping on a rock, Goth squealed a bit in alarm and jumped as to keep himself from falling. That would only slow him down. He broke through a thin wall of bushes and into someone’s backyard. 
He raced through it and made it to the edge of town in no time.

Palette’s home was close to the edge of town, though, so Goth still had to be careful about being seen. He couldn’t be too loud, either, or else Palette might be able to hear him.
Just as he was about to cross into the next town…


Goth collapsed to the ground. In a haze of alarm, he looked behind himself.

One of Palette’s comrades were standing right there with a bat in his hand.
Goth’s eyes widened in horror. He’d been caught again! What was going to happen to him now?!

Goth let out a loud scream as his attacker harshly picked him up and started carrying him away. 

“Let me go!! You dirty rotten miserable sick son of a bitch!!” Goth’s words were laced thickly in fear as tears streamed down his face.

“Y'know, doll…” The attacker growled, “You’ve been escaping one too many times lately. I think I’ll punish you for that MYSELF.”

…If Goth hadn’t been completely horrified of how his life would end before, he definitely was now.
 He forced himself to let out another loud cry.

Palette’s head raised as he walked out the front door of his home, hearing several loud sobs from the edge of town. 
‘What…? But that sounds like…’ Palette thought silently, making his way down the alley at a speed walk. What had gotten Goth? Or was it Goth at all, he wondered silently?


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Summary: Kylo has returned to the light side and Leia has tasked you with teaching Kylo how to be good again

A/N: Will I ever take fics seriously? No. Will I ever stop stealing dialogue? Also no. Anyway this will never be canon and I am upset.

“My son has returned to me and I want to do all that is possible to keep him from returning to the dark side.” Leia said.

“…..and we come into this how?”

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Back Again (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)

Originally posted by linmnuelmrnda

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader 

(collab with @angerybisexual )

Requested?: ‘You should totally do “I still love you, even after all that’s happened.” With Lin. Have fun with it lmao’

Prompt: Lin broke the reader’s heart and she struggles with the breakup but then Lin waltzes back into her life.

Words: 4700+

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak, Mention’s of Family Death, and Swearing

Masterlist / Angery’s Masterlist


Why were you still hellbent on that guy?

It has been a year since you got your heartbroken by the man whom you thought was your soulmate. Ever since he walked out of that front door, you were a mess.  You still lived in the same apartment. You still slept in the same bed you two once shared. You still had his number in that phone he bought you for your birthday. You still had everything that you should have gotten rid of long ago. Why do you still have them?

To be honest, you were in denial.  

Lin-Manuel Miranda was perfect.  

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Soulmates ... I think (Scott McCall)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

PART 1   PART 2   PART 3

i know it’s been a while, so i decided to write something with Scott x reader being soul mates (i’m a hopeless romantic) // thanks for all the attention my blog has received and i hope you enjoy!

ps.  this ‘seeing color when you see your soulmate’ idea is something i read in another imagine a while ago (i don’t know who to credit)  i just really liked the idea, so if you know where the idea originated, let me know please 

pps. this is the longest piece i’ve written (and it’s pretty long, so grab some popcorn)

warning(s): a few bad words

“You know, your father and I met when we were only five.  I remember I saw the apple on our teacher’s desk turn red when -”

I roll my eyes, reciting the story word for word, “- when you locked eyes for the first time.  Mom, I’ve heard this story more times than I can count.  ‘Your father is my soulmate that I was lucky to find as young as I was.  Colors are more incredible than you can imagine.’”  As much as I hate to admit it, this story fills me with an itchy feeling that can only be described as jealousy.  My parents have been able to see color since before they even knew what a soulmate was.  I have been told all my life what yellows and blues look like, but have never been able to experience them for myself.  I’m only eighteen, but I am stuck seeing the world in black and white while people all around see the blast of color that comes with finding your soulmate.

I hope I can find my person soon.  If it takes any longer, I’m afraid I will never meet them.  I mean, what if they live halfway across the world?

Apart from the fear of growing old alone, I am starting my final year before college at a new school.  As if life isn’t hard enough already.

As any other day, I wake up too early to be healthy for a developing mind and get ready, heading to Beacon Hills High, my home for the next year.

Opening the doors, I am overwhelmed by the sea of students all rushing to their first classes and only seconds after the bell rings, I am alone.

“Great start to your first day, asshole.”  I huff a few obscenities to myself while searching for the main office or my AP Bio class, whichever comes first.  “I guess hitting the effin’ snooze button four times wasn’t the best idea.  You couldn’t just -”  I stop my self-deprecating monologue as I come upon the room number for Mrs. Finch.  Here goes nothing.

Fingers crossed behind my back, I lightly knock on the door frame and give an uneasy grin.  “Good morning.  I’m-”

“Yes, you’re the new girl.  We were just going over the syllabus for the year.  Your assigned lab partner for the year is…”  Her finger skims her list and I keep my head down, disappointed I made a bad impression during my first interaction at my new school.  “Ah, here you are.  You’re partner is Scott McCall.  Back left table.”

“Thank you and sorry for interrupting.”  I can feel my cheeks and the tips of my ears burning as I take the long walk of shame to my seat.  Once I’ve gotten my notebook out and Mrs. Finch has resumed her review of the plans for the year, I realize I’ve forgotten a pen.

“Dammit,” I mutter under my breath and hear a little snort from the boy sitting at my table, presumably Scott.  When I look up, he is already staring at me, face so serious, I fear there is a huge spider on my head.  Before I can ask what’s wrong, his black eyes spark and become puppy-dog-brown, the color fanning out to give life to his grey skin and lips.

Holy shit.  I’m seeing color.  My vision blurs as tears spill down my cheeks.  My brain and body freezes as I realize that the moment I’ve been dreaming about since I could understand the term “soulmate” is finally happening.  In a beige classroom of all places.  I look at my hands, my dress, my classmates, and I feel like screaming and jumping around.

I can see color.

After I’ve taken it all in, I turn back to Scott and whisper, so not to disrupt the class again.  “You.  You’re my… I mean, do you… do you see what I’m seeing?”

He suddenly snaps out of his frozen state and clears his throat.  “Sorry, I don’t know what you mean.”  He turns back to the front of the room, frowning and frantically copying down the notes.  Learning is the last thing on my mind as I try to put this all together.  Could I be the only one seeing this?  Is it possible for someone to be your person, but to them, you’re just another stranger?

“Excuse me.  Is there something wrong?”  I look up and realize the teacher and a few of the other kids in the class are waiting for an answer.  I only now realize what I must look like.  Finding my soulmate was supposed to be the happiest moment of my life and instead, I am heartbroken because nothing for him has changed.

“Not really.  Um, may I be excused?”  I grab my bag, shoving my notebook inside and heading for the door.

Little did I know, Scott was shaking his head and watching my retreating figure.

Scott’s POV

I am sitting at an empty lunch table, moving the food around with a fork, not really in the mood to eat anything.  Someone approaching in a hurry catches my attention and I look up to see Stiles.  “Lydia told me what happened in Bio.  Dude, is she the one?  Can you see color?  Is she hot?  Never mind that.  Is she smart?  I mean, she must be, she’s in AP Bio.  Lydia said she left crying.  What did you say?”

“Stiles!  Stiles, please stop.  I’m not in the mood to discuss this.”  I rub my temples, more tired than I’ve felt in a while.

“But Scott, just tell me if she’s the one.”  I see his light brown eyes looking at me expectantly.  I look down and see he is wearing a red and black flannel with a white tee shirt underneath.  His skin is slightly tanned with brown moles all over.  I can tell all of these things because of her.  When I looked in her eyes, everything changed, became more beautiful than I could ever imagine.

But I blew it.

I nod and look at my best friend.  “She is.”

“Then why the hell would you tell her otherwise?  Lydia heard your conversation.  She said you were ruthless when she asked if you saw what she had.  You messed up.”

“Shut up, dude.  You think I don’t know that?  I just… I can’t have her in my life, not now.  With everything that’s going on, I don’t want the girl I am going to spend the rest of my life with to get hurt.  I don’t want her to see what I am.  And guess what, Stiles, my parents were soulmates.  You saw how great that worked out for them!  My dad would get drunk and be violent.  And then they got divorced!  So I’m sorry for not being completely head over heels for this girl I’ve only just met.  I can see color and I’m thankful for that, but soulmates are kind of not my priority right now.”  When I realize how I’ve just sounded, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.  When I open them, Stiles has stood up and is shaking his head at me.

“Jeez, sorry for asking.  I get that the first soulmates you’ve seen didn’t work out, but that doesn’t mean you and this girl are destined to end up the same way.  Let me know when you’re ready to be reasonable about all of this.”  He turns and walks away, shoulders slumped, and I realize this isn’t his fault.  This certainly isn’t her fault.  Hell, it isn’t anyone’s fault.  And I should be happy, ecstatic even.  I’m just not.  I toss out my uneaten food and head for the bathroom, needing to calm down about all of this.  If I get too agitated, I could wolf out.

In my rush, I walk past someone sitting in a nearly abandoned hallway, crying.  Immediately, as if I’ve known her forever, I recognize this person as the girl from Biology.

My soulmate.

She looks up when I pause in front of her and she has mascara-filled tears covering her freckled cheeks.  She uses the back of her hand to clean herself up and she stands.

“Can I help you?”  Damn, she’s mad.  I feel the need to fix her, even though I’m the cause of her pain.

“You’re the new girl, the one from -”

“Yeah, the one from Mrs. Finch’s class who fled the scene after you told me you didn’t notice a change in the world around you.  You know, I see color now.  My whole world has changed and yours hasn’t shifted at all.  Typical.  I’ve always had bad luck, but this shitty situation definitely takes the cake.”  She lets out a small sob and picks up her bag.  “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna go before I punch something.”  As she walks away, I grab her arm lightly.

“Please stay,”  I say quietly, hoping she’ll stay put.

She lets out a sarcastic scoff and I loosen my grip, realizing the situation she is in: she believes she is a defective human with a soulmate who doesn’t see her the way she sees him.  I can practically see her broken heart in her eyes.

“Sorry, this is too hard.”  She turns and swiftly leaves, only her scent remaining.

Did I make a huge mistake by lying to her?  I know this is for her safety and she’s better off not knowing me.  So why do I feel so empty?

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When I met you in the summer -Part 2

Summary: Working as a bartender in a five star hotel while a rich and famous family is staying over for a month, and one of their sons, Bucky, happens to have an eye for you, is a dream right? Right? Wrong!

Chapter 2: Power

Fandom: Marvel

Y/N: your name

Warnings: heavy mentions of rape, cursing.

Part 1

A/N: Thank you so much everyone for all your support!! You are seriously the best followers and people ever!!! I really hope you enjoy this series, and please let me know what you think!

Originally posted by b-n-a-o


I clean up the bar for the thousand time and look around me. The morning shift will soon be over and I will be free to go anywhere I want for two hours. I really can’t wait. Scott has closed the pool for anyone but our special family, so it’s been the longest and most boring morning of my life. In ten minutes I’ll be free. Most of my coworkers have already started to pack, so I put the cocktail mixer on its place and check all the alcoholic drinks to leave as soon as possible. Soon I’ll be free…

“Y/N…” I raise my head and see Scott on the door.

“Any problem?”

“Kind of yeah… For you.”

“They didn’t like my cocktail?”

“They did. It’s just… Bucky wants you to stay during lunch break and give him a massage.”

Are you kidding me?

Y/N’s POV:

Yeah… in case you haven’t realized yet, there’s no way I’m giving Mr I-think-I-can-have-it-all a massage. My contract didn’t mention me having to give massages to spoiled rich kids. I would have told that to Scott if he wasn’t looking so serious, but I have no problem telling Barnes to fuck off… of breaking a vodka bottle on his face, for that matter.

I busy myself sorting out alcoholic drinks and pretending I don’t see Scott’s disapproving face until, for the second time today, a very unwanted voice forces me out of my task.

“So, where is my massage?” Bucky says, a smug smile on his face I see reflected on the cocktail maker.

I don’t even bother to turn around, I’m not going to put up with him. “Oh! I think I saw it a while ago. It was heading to fuck-you island. Would you like to follow?”

“Yes.” he replies with a dirty tone.

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4. Panic

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 2653

Warnings: Non-con aka rape, dubcon, trauma, homophobic language

Thumbnail made by @1vyprincess 

Jungkook sat quietly across the table from Namjoon, eyes nervously shifting around the room.

“You’re so tense,” Namjoon commented nonchalantly, pouring a drink smoothly into a crystal glass. Jungkook remained silent as Namjoon approached him with the glass. “Drink this.”

Jungkook stared up at him in refusal. He didn’t know what he was being offered, and quite frankly, didn’t want to figure it out.

“It’ll help you relax.”

Jungkook looked down into his lap and shook his head. “I’m ok,” he mumbled.

“Here, look. I’ll drink some too if it makes you feel better.” Jungkook skeptically watched Namjoon swallow down a gulp before the glass was handed to him again.


Jungkook was wavering.

“Drink.” The command in Namjoon’s voice sent a shiver up Jungkook’s spine, and he finally obeyed, taking a quick sip before setting the glass back on the table. The tangy sweetness on his tongue and the sparkly kick as it made its way down his throat surprised him. It was pleasant, but he wouldn’t dare admit it.

“All of it.”

Jungkook hesitated before nervously downing the rest. Within seconds, he felt a subtle warmth envelop his chest, slowly spreading to the tips of his fingers. Namjoon nodded in approval and took the glass with him as he returned to his seat across the table. “Did you quit your job?”

“Well yes. Kinda? Not n-not really, no.”


“I just told my boss that I would be working irregular hours…”

“That’s fine, I suppose…You mentioned that you were a virgin last time.”

Jungkook flushed at his direct and blunt transition, staying silent in his embarrassment. His stomach tingled at his words, and he shifted in his seat, beginning to feel uncomfortable.

“So we will need an hour each night for a few weeks before you can take it for longer.” Namjoon stood up with the bottle and glass in hand and disappeared around a corner to clean up, leaving Jungkook to his thoughts for a moment.

Jungkook stared at his reflection in the mirrored table. He could tell he was blushing, even in the dim light of the room. Why was he blushing? He rubbed his cheeks, trying to rid himself of the heat accumulating in his face. His hands ran along the back of his neck, and he was startled by how sensitive he was all of a sudden. His skin was crawling and he wanted it to stop. He crossed his arms and tried to focus on calming his breathing, desperately attempting to ignore his heart pounding in his ears. When was Namjoon going to come back? He was taking forever. Jungkook felt hot everywhere, and the warm buzz was beginning to intensify.

“Fuck,” he groaned under his breath when he pressed his thighs together in an attempt to relieve tension, which only made it worse. Waves of heat shot through his body, and it took every ounce of control to fight the urge to grind back into his chair.

What the fuck is happening to me?

“With your projected schedule, I’ll have you picked up two hours earlier than the usual end of your work shift.” Namjoon finally reentered the room, seamlessly continuing what he was saying before, but the only thing Jungkook could find himself focusing on now was how low the V in Namjoon’s black silk shirt was plunging.

“Feeling ok?” Namjoon approached him and placed the back of his hand on Jungkook’s forehead. Jungkook whimpered at the contact, following Namjoon’s touch. “I-It’s so hot right now, I don’t know what’s g-going on, I-”

“Shh, you’ll be fine. Just relax, Jungkook.” Namjoon encouraged and slid a hand slowly down Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook stifled a moan as sparks shot across his skin in reaction to the touch. “W-what, what did you make me drink?”

“It’s just going to make things easier for the both of us.”

“What’s that s-supposed to mean?”

“It’ll just make your first time more pleasurable than without it. I’m trying to help you-”

Jungkook smacked Namjoon’s hand away in panic and tried to bolt to the door, but Namjoon was quick and pulled hard on the back of Jungkook’s shirt, yanking him into his chest. Jungkook choked for a moment and desperately tried to ignore memories he worked so hard to repress. Namjoon caged him in from behind, one arm wrapped around his waist while he slid his fingers around Jungkook’s throat, pushing his chin up. Jungkook gasped when he felt Namjoon’s lips press against his skin, and he shivered at the contact. “N-no…” he pleaded.

“You signed your consent.”

“I-I know, b-but-” he keened when Namjoon brushed over his chest, lightly pinching a nipple.

“Fuck, you’re sensitive here,” Namjoon remarked as he continued to play with his discovery, sounding pleased with himself. He let out an amused chuckle as Jungkook writhed at his touch and tried to pull his hands away. Namjoon noted that the mild aphrodisiac he had Jungkook drink was intensifying the stimulus that he was receiving, but it was only just enough to make him feel hot and a little needy. Namjoon was certain that he had found a loaded jackpot full of potential and tucked the information away for later use. But as of now, he had a somewhat sadistic urge to make his pretty boy cry from the stimulation and began roughly teasing both nipples simultaneously. Jungkook’s entire body jerked and he sank to his knees with a loud whine. Namjoon couldn’t believe how sexy this boy could be, and he wasn’t even experienced yet. “Fuck, Jungkook. I was going to bring you to the bed, but I’m beyond tempted to just take you right here.”

Jungkook shuddered, panting, trying to catch his breath. This was too much. His mind was plagued with sinister anxiety, but his body was swimming in heady lust. He vaguely noticed Namjoon’s retreating footsteps before surrendering to the urge to touch himself. He hated how aroused he was, how relieved he was to begin stroking himself through his pants, how it amplified his desire for more. He hated everything, he hated Namjoon, and he hated himself.

Namjoon quietly returned with a bottle of lube and smirked at the sight of Jungkook bent over with his ass in the air, palming himself slowly, as if conflicted by his actions. The boy had a lot of self control, Namjoon would give him that, but the way his lewd pants and stifled groans left his lips was filthy, and Namjoon had to hold himself back from mindlessly ruining him. Instead, he silently approached Jungkook and knelt down behind him, enjoying the view for a moment before interfering and replacing Jungkook’s hand with his own. Jungkook let out a humiliated sob and tried to scramble away, but Namjoon held him down with one hand while the other continued to stroke him. “I bet you’ve got yourself a pretty cock, don’t you?” Namjoon teased, giving him a few harsh tugs. Jungkook whimpered and squirmed, attempting escape, but he soon shamefully gave into rutting against Namjoon’s large hand.

“Shit, do you have any idea sexy you are right now?” Namjoon growled. He released his grip on Jungkook and watched him thrust involuntarily, seeking the friction that was just there, whining at the emptiness.

Namjoon chuckled before quickly sliding Jungkook’s pants down, over the curve of his ass, revealing skin and the tense, flexing muscles of his thighs. Namjoon was mildly surprised at how built Jungkook was. He had such a pretty, baby face, and yet his body showed off the results of regularly working out. It messed with his head but turned him on even more, and he poured lube over the exposed flesh, rubbing it over Jungkook’s ass and down the back of his legs as an excuse to touch. He pressed the pad of his finger against Jungkook’s tight, virgin hole and vaguely wondered if the boy ever fingered himself when he got horny.

Jungkook kicked back at his touch, and Namjoon was surprised to find him sobbing and shaking violently. “It’s ok, I said I’ll be gentler for your first time, I have at least that much consideration.”

He didn’t get any verbal response other than garbled, indistinguishable begging.

“You’ll be fine,” he assured before slowly pushing the slicked digit into the tight heat.

Jungkook screamed.

His uncle was drunk again when he got home from his date with Yoongi, and immediately began drawling curses at him.

“Did you go out with that fag again?!” He threw an empty can in Jungkook’s direction. “I said never to see him again, yet you still go out like a slut for men! What kind of image does that put on me, you ungrateful bastard?! You should be ashamed of yourself!”

Jungkook was fuming. Way to ruin the goodnight kiss he had just shared with Yoongi. “I’m pretty sure your reputation as an alcoholic druggie is worse,” he muttered before sulking to his room.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” His uncle bolted from the couch and lunged at him. He grabbed the back of Jungkook’s shirt when he tried to run away, yanking him down to the ground and belting out every profanity he knew. Jungkook scrambled to get back on his feet, but his uncle pulled him up and slammed him face first against the wall. Jungkook felt blood drip down from his nose and a dark bruise begin to form on his cheek. His pained groan turned into a panicked shriek when he felt his uncle’s rough hands pull at his jeans.

“Little fucker, you like boys?! You wanna be some man’s bitch?! I’ll show you, you fucking whore!”

Jungkook struggled to escape, but the hand clutching his neck, forcing his head into the wall, made it impossible for him to find any leverage. He kicked his legs back in an attempt to defend himself, but the grip around his neck crushed his throat and he choked. His hands desperately clawed at the fingers clamped over his windpipe.

“You wanna be fucked by boys? I’ll show you what a man feels like,” his uncle raged before forcing two fingers into his hole. Jungkook screamed at the harsh, dry intrusion and tried to wrench away from the torment, but the fingers began pounding mercilessly into him.

Where’s Yoongi?

Two turned to three.

He should be here! He saves me!

Namjoon slowly stretched out Jungkook’s hole, adding more than enough lube to allow for a smoother slide, but Jungkook’s struggling was making everything more difficult than it should’ve been. Namjoon was getting frustrated. He kept telling Jungkook to relax so it won’t hurt as much, but it appeared that every word he said was falling on deaf ears.

So he gave up trying to coach him through it. If he wasn’t going to listen, then he wasn’t going to listen. All Namjoon could do was proceed as gently as he was allowed.

He carefully began pumping three fingers into Jungkook.

Everything felt raw and bloody, but Yoongi was supposed to be here. Jungkook left his phone with him, and Yoongi should’ve broken down the door and this uncle’s nose by now.

Where is he?!

Namjoon removed his fingers after deeming that Jungkook was going to be as stretched as he would be. Fuck, it had been years since he fucked a virgin, and Jungkook was just so tight, Namjoon had to fight the animalistic urge to chase after his own pleasure. If he hurt Jungkook too much, it would take weeks for his body to recover, and even longer for his mentality. Namjoon slowly pushed his fingers back into Jungkook. “I need you to communicate with me, Jungkook. If I hurt you and you don’t say anything, I wouldn’t know.”

Jungkook didn’t respond.

“Have it your way.”

Jungkook let out a tortured sob when his uncle drove into him, pounding him brutally against the wall.

Why isn’t this stopping?!

He began to cry out for Yoongi, hoping it would make him arrive faster.

But he didn’t come.

There was no furious pounding on the door this time, no yelling, no shattering wood as the door was kicked down.

Jungkook gave up.

He went limp and let himself be used like the slut he was. He deserved it.

All he could do was stare blankly at the closed door.

Namjoon was relieved that Jungkook finally listened to him and relaxed, even though it didn’t make much of a difference anyway. Namjoon groaned at the crushing heat pulsing around him and dared to start moving. God, this felt so perfect, and Namjoon was at war with wanting it to last forever or to chase down his climax. He reached around Jungkook to pump his cock for him as he began thrusting faster. It was soft. Namjoon figured it would happen the first few times before Jungkook could get pleasure from bottoming, so he thumbed at the head of Jungkook’s cock and cursed when Jungkook clenched around him.

Stop touching me!

Jungkook wanted to yell and cry for help but nothing except broken moans and gasps escaped his throat. He hated that he was getting hard again. He didn’t want to like it. He wanted it to stop.

Namjoon pumped Jungkook in time with his thrusts, addicted to the enticing high. Jungkook shivered beneath him and abruptly came without warning, cum coating Namjoon’s fingers in hot spurts. Namjoon groaned loudly at the taut throbbing that surrounded him. Jungkook clenched so hard that Namjoon found it nearly impossible to move, and he released his load with a low moan of satisfaction.

Jungkook was not reacting to him.

Namjoon had no idea what to do. He cleaned Jungkook up, assured him that he’s had his blood tested and that he was clean, tried to get him to stand.

Jungkook remained pliant and unresponsive, staring at the door with dead eyes.

Namjoon apologized for not restraining himself, telling him that he should’ve taken him to the bed.


“Jungkook. Answer me.”


Namjoon tried running his fingers through Jungkook’s dark hair. Jungkook shuddered and tears began rolling down his cheeks. He looked up at Namjoon with glassy eyes and gripped his shirt.

“H-Hyung? Y-Y-Yoongi hyung? Yoongi…Yoongi hyung, why weren’t you there? Y-you always said y-you’d be there. B-b-but you weren’t! W-where did you go, hyung? I needed you!”

Namjoon stared at him in confusion. “Jungkook, I’m not-”

“H-hyung, h-how could you leave me all a-a-alone?! You promised!”

Jungkook sobbed and clutched Namjoon’s shirt as if it was the only thing grounding him.

Namjoon couldn’t understand anything else that Jungkook said after that except for scattered calling for this Yoongi hyung of his. He called the driver up to his penthouse, unable to come up with any other solution.

“Sir?” the driver asked cautiously, having never been ordered into Namjoon’s actual home.

“Go to my bedroom and grab any warm blanket you can find,” he commanded, still holding onto Jungkook.

“Sir, what-”

“JUST GO DOWN THE HALL, YOU CAN’T FUCKING MISS IT!” Namjoon yelled. Jungkook flinched and whimpered away from Namjoon. “No, no, Jungkook, I’m sorry. It’s fine, promise, c’mon it’s ok.”

“Y-Yoongi hyung,” Jungkook pleaded.

“Look, here’s a blanket. C'mon let me-”

Jungkook started screaming and crying when Namjoon tried to pry his hands from his shirt. “Shit. What the fuck do you want?”

“Perhaps it would be better if you rode back with him?”

Namjoon huffed and picked Jungkook up with a bit of struggle and carried him to the elevator. The driver held the building doors open for the two and Namjoon glared at anyone in the lobby who would dare stare at him. Once in the car, Namjoon groaned and rubbed his shoulder. “Fuck, he’s heavy,” he complained. “Have you found his actual residence, yet?”

“Yes, sir. I learned of it yesterday.”

“Get there as fast as you possibly can.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I need to know who this Yoongi is.”

Part 5, Part 6, Part 7


Originally posted by squander-of-space

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

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Warning: Lots of yelling, swearing, mentions of alcohol abuse, and physical abuse. I’m not really making Jason look too good in this one :( sorry ya’ll.

Rating: Mature

A/N: @itsdragonfire13 requested this one!! From the sentence prompts, #40 “I don’t even know who you are anymore.” Y/n (your name), e/c (your eye color)

“Jason stop!” you screamed. He turned around, fire blazing in his eyes.

“What did you say?!” Jason stepped close to you, the smell of whiskey radiating off him.

“Jason you’re drunk, you’re not thinking straight,” you laid a hand softly on his face. He batted it away.

“I’m perfectly fine!” He started to walk back toward the door but you grabbed his wrist, this was a mistake. He moved with such blinding speed that you didn’t even see him twist your arm behind you. There was such a sharp and sudden pain up and down it that you cried out, tears in your eyes. He let go the moment he heard you. His body hovered over yours, rooted to the spot by shock. “I- y/n… I didn't…”

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