fitted blazers

An Oath For Sinners, 2.

Part: One Part: TwoPart: ThreePart: Four (Finale)

Genre | Vampire / Escort AU.

Pairing | Min Yoongi / Reader.

Words | 14,872 words.

Conspectus | Min Yoongi needs some kind of hobby, a distraction much more sophisticated and preferably not so wholly illegal as blatant murder in order to satiate his esurient thirst and perdurable boredom.

But not even the dastard vampire himself thought he would find it in the bloodstream of a sightly girl who lives for diamonds in her pockets and Armani suits adorning her men.

Warnings | Surprise cameo by rich businessman Kim Taehyung. Mentions of blood and other vampire necessities. Brief explicit sexual content. Yoongi getting hard over trivial matters.

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Velvet Box (Mafia AU)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Summary: Hoseok is kind, charming and friendly, but there are some lies behind the blinding smile of this strip club owner. Jungkook is a mysterious, passionate musician- and don’t you know that you need to sacrifice in order to achieve your dreams… sometimes even your morals?

Genre: Ansgt, Smut, Fluff

Pairings: Reader x Jungkook, Reader x Hoseok

Word count: 5k

Trigger Warnings: Smut, swearing, strippers, criminal activity, thigh riding, oral

“You suspect that whenever he thinks like this, it means your question might have an answer he doesn’t think you’ll like.”

Part 2

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anonymous asked:

Hii! Can you do a fic in the future where jughead already published his first novel and he has like some sort of conference or sth where he gets asked questions and all and somebody asks about the girls next door and he talks so sweetly about her and like Betty is in there too and all. Idk if you get it but English isn't my first language. Oh and I love your writing btw you are really talented

*insert here Titanic’s “It’s been 84 years” gif* Yes, it’s a prompt!! I finally uploaded one! Easter holidays are totally messing my writing scedule and I’m so terribly sorry for that. But I’m back in the game and I promise I’ll be my usual bughead obsessed self from now on! So, I’ve finished this just before the episode aired yesterday (I was just so tired to go over it and post it after the episode ended, I’m sorry) and I’m very pleased a lot of things that I wrote became canon. I had so much fun writing this because I’m a sucker for future fics and because that’s pure fluff and a huge, much needed dose of happiness to Jughead’s life! Also I changed the request a little, I wrote this as a TV interview just to make it more grande for Juggie, I hope you don’t mind, nonnie! Thank you for requesting and for your lovely words!!! <3 Hope you all enjoy (and maybe this will make you hate me less for my tardiness) !! <3

Betty could literally feel herself bouncing on her heels with nervous excitement, the velvet material of her blush colored pumps getting scratchy as they rubbed up against each other but, truly, right now, she didn’t give a damn about her potentially ruined shoes. She could only focus on the red digital numbers changing sequentially over the silver doors of the semi-packed elevator she was in, biting her lip nervously and counting mentally in her mind as if that way, somehow, the numbers would run faster and the silver cage would miraculously arrive on her floor in a nanosecond.

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Workout (m)

inspired by this particular gif (credit to @/natka9721)

i swear this boy is out to kill all of us but stay strong just like that last button on his shirt 

Rated M 

Word Count: 3469

Jeongguk x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: Jeongguk’s under strict instructions not to work out because it’s eating into the wardrobe budget and causing one too many malfunctions. As his stylist, you’re responsible for making sure he fits into his stage outfits, but when his urge to workout is unstoppable, you’re left with only one other choice to save your job.

The situation is dire, but Jeongguk doesn’t seem to be aware of even an inkling of your desperation as you run your hands over his chest frantically.

“Damn it Jeon Jeongguk, did you work out again? I literally just replaced all the dress shirts in your stage outfits with a size up just last week! And Jungyeon unnie will kill me if I tell her your blazer needs to be altered, again. Didn’t manager Sejin tell you that you weren’t allowed to work out anymore??”

He doesn’t seem to be listening to your mini rant as he checks himself out in the mirror behind you, admiring the smokiness of the eyeshadow smudged on his lids, and running a finger along the sharp crease of his jaw before adjusting the mic headset around his ear.

You give his nipple a sharp pinch and he yelps in response. He has the decency to look a little guilty as he shifts his gaze to your face, and fiddles with his bottom lip in hesitation.

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season 1-3 fic recs

i couldn’t edit the other post i made so i’m just making a new one. these aren’t in any particular order, just however i happen to read them! they’re divided up by season/arc that made sense to me lol please check the warnings, most aren’t that dark or anything but please check to be careful :)

please leave kudos & comments!! show the writers some love ❤️

“somewhere someone must know the ending” by maleficently

“love her like she’s leaving” by absedarian

“memory” by rae325

“possession” by sapphire smoke

“come hungry” by chilly_flame

“all my care and woe” series by writetherest

“queens die proudly” by fictorium

“through heaven’s eyes” by standbackufools

“revenge of the three little pigs” by mskezzles

“land and the sea” series by adventurepants

“small world” by livelovelikeme

“what good people do” by aurorstorm

“a trail of destruction” by starsthatburn

“lucid” by alittlepinkvial

“you run for cover (i’ll take the bullet)” by writetherest

“the clock stopped ticking” by random dice

“bitter” by aurorstorm

“through a rose coloured camera lens” by aurorstorm

“phases of the moon” by wily_one24

“the staircase” by red charcoal

“this great distance” by chilly-flame

“the worlds you never see” by writetherest

“this happens to all heroes” by fangirlinit

“monday” by echo_au

“some hope after all” by hunnyfresh

“burn the witch” by jane_bond

“let’s talk about sex” by jane_bond

“battle towards surrender” by fictorium

“halfway through the wood” by fictorium

“educating emma” by bond.jane

“a touch of magic” by lzclotho

“punctured soul” by skinnyprocrastinator

“the rescue blues” by icicleair

“the debt” by scribes and scrolls

“a ledger squared in blood” by scribes and scrolls

“savior’s shield” by aurorstorm

“thicker than oceans” by adventurepants

“soothing the distressed soul” by skinnyprocrastinator

“the stars that fade” by chelseadaggz

“safe in the arms of love” by jd4941

“saving mom” by skinnyprocrastinator

“polygraph calibration for beginners” by absedarian (bering & wells)

“of love and loathing” by sapphire smoke

“a fine line” by hunnyfresh

“flu love’s kiss” by sea-ess-eye

“curse you and your dinner” by highheelsandchocolate

“a glamour of truth” by sea-ess-eye

“my enemy’s enemy” by egoperceptum

“a dark ocean” by chilly_flame

“there will come a time, you’ll see, when love won’t break your heart” by inkinthepot

“a broken heart the world forgot” by writetherest

“the line” by chilly_flame

“a midnight dreary” by egoperceptum

“tattoo removal for dummies” by rebelbyrdie

“fade away with me” by selizabetha01

“a journey, in three acts” by coalitiongirl

“you do not have to walk on your knees” by dollsome

“beautiful” sgtmac

“family matters” by hunnyfresh

“sounds like something breaking” by strangesmallbard

“burn” by sgtmac

“broken” by rae325

“the monomythical adventures of regina mills and emma swan” series by maggiemerc

“death is just so full (and man so small)” by alinaandalion

“our hearts will make a fire” by bayloriffic

“fretting over the fate of dinosaurs” by harper_m

“the one with emma’s wedding” by aurorstorm

“the queen and her lady” by starvinglunatic

“whatever this is” by afictionado

“for henry” by adm_hawthorne

“our choices seal our fight” series by alinaandalion

“static” by hunnyfresh

“when the time is right” by deemn

“liar liar” by barbieshoes

“defenestration” be velace

“what i did for love” by korderoo

“nothing comes from nothing” by parakitty

“if the blazer fits” by flyyoufools

“the hard way home” by adventurepants

“addict fic” by fictorium

“the cellar” by lovingonce

END OF S2 (finale)
“mend these broken pieces” by highheelsandchocolate

“a safe place” by rebelbyrdie

“on the mend” by coalitiongirl

“you don’t need anything else” by rae325

“pretend” by sgtmac

“when the time is right” by negativeblue

“take this sinking boat and point it home” by mariathepenguin

“by the light of the moon” by bayloriffic

“fall” by sgtmac

“poppies” by SpookshowBabyx

“i am violence” series by darkersky

“we’ll make our home on the water” by bayloriffic

“two sides of the heart” by velace

“hide and seek” by absedarian✓&selected_id=2251464&commit=Go

“a kind of painful progress” by writetherest

“in the dark” by intensedreams

“you left me with nothing (but i’ve worked with less)” by fictorium

“gravity” by negativeblue

“do dream people like apples?” by skywideopen3

“new york serenade” by lzclotho

“incomplete” by negativeblue

“mine” by ellemae

“the wicked games” by black_knight

“keep me without chains” by swansaloft

“the demons from our past” by bythedawn

“chase” by fangirlinit

“many miles to avalon” by wistfulwatcher

“in the velvet darkness” by devje

“i met cupid (and he eats people)” by coalitiongirl

“maybe this time” by strangesmallbard

One-shot Fic: The Chase

PG-13 | Humor | Romance | Skank!Kurt | College AU

Based on the prompt: “I drive to school and you walk and I drive past you everyday and it’s below freezing and you’re still walking please just get in the damn car I’ll drive you” AU

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Birthday gift for @notthetoothfairy! Yes, bish, I wrote you something smooshing together 3 things I knew you’d like - that prompt, college AU and skank Kurt. And i fucking studied your gorgeous blog for it! Love ya, bish. I’m sorry for the typos, but i couldn’t have my beta look at this one before posting ;)

I hope you like!!!!(I’d put a hugging gif or smtg but that would make the post fucking ginormous)

Kurt likes to think he keeps it classy. Despite the leather, and the ripped jeans, and the dyed hair, and the motorcycle – he keeps it classy. He doesn’t holler at people as he drives by, he disposes of his cigarettes butts properly; he makes sure his bike makes the normal and indispensible amount of sound when speeding up, and he just generally minds his own business. He may be… badass, but he’s kept his class. And, I mean, he’s a college freshman showing up to campus on a sweet ass ride. He doesn’t care what others think (hasn’t since he was a sophomore and discovered the wonders of steel tip boots and detachment), but if he did, he knows they’d think he looks equal parts intimidating and cool. Badass with class.

And that, right up there on the sidewalk walking towards campus, is a great ass he has class with.

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Flutter - Ch.1

Oh Sehun/Reader
Genre: Fluff/Romance/Smut (eventually)
Word count: 1629

“No! You can’t be serious?!” You groaned in exasperation at your friend.

“I am perfectly serious, Eunmi.” Jieun smiled sweetly, like she didn’t just drop a metaphorical bomb on you, and continued digging into the ice cream in front of her. “You asked for help and I delivered!”

“Out of all the people you know, it had to be him?!” You whined, burying your face into your hands.

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Modest Mouse (Clony)

“Modest Mouse.”

Prompt: Could you do insecure Clay and him thinking that Tony could do better but Tony tries to make him see/convince him otherwise?

Pairing: Clay x Tony (clony)
Count: 1065 Words.
Tags: insecure!Clay


It was a rarity to see any kind of fair in or around Clay’s town. But tonight, there was one. And Tony had become hell bent on getting Clay to go on a date with him. Tony had succeeded, and that was the Clay now stood surrounded by shirts and pants strewn haphazardly across the room. They resulted from Clay’s indecisiveness, and his desire to look as good as he possibly could. And while did sit there, self-consciously strewing over every detail of his outfit, he hadn’t managed to impress even himself. Before he could fret any longer, Tony’s signature knock echoed through the empty house. His parents were out, and he had no idea where.

Clay managed to make it to the door without dying, and opened it. Tony had traded in the old jacket for a tight-fitting blazer that seemed to hug his body in the perfect way. Clay could almost taste his dread. “Why do you have to look so good?”

“Hello to you too, handsome.” Tony smiles, leaning up to kiss Clay’s cheek.

“Hello.” Clay smiles, and wraps his arm around Tony’s shoulder. “Shall we?”

Tony smiles, his hand snaking around Clay’s waist. “We shall.” Tony’s mustang was parked on the street, but they passed it. They decided earlier in the day that it would be nicer to walk, considering it was just under ten minutes from Clay’s. “So, mister Jensen, how was your day?”

“My day was gooood. What about yours?” Clay smiles, and falls into pace with Tony.

“Well, funny story, I ran into your mum today.”

“Ugh… What happened?”

“Nothing, don’t worry. But we got to talking and…” While Tony talked, Clay did his best to listen. But in the back of his head, echoing in the forefront of his thoughts, the what did I do to deserve you? question repeated over and over and over and over.


They don’t run into anyone they know. Clay, however, was still distracted. He kept thinking about how much better Tony could be getting. And how there was an attractive guy, just across the field, who’d been checking Tony out for at least five minutes. There was the constant thought that Tony could be with someone more attractive, and more worth his time.

They spend the next twenty minutes in Sideshow Alley, blowing money on random games, and coming away with several stuffed animals and a new green hat.

After an hour, Tony dragged Clay behind a concrete block of buildings just outside the fairground, pushing Clay against the wall. He gently kissed the boy, and Clay’s stomach imploded. He smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Tony’s smaller neck. While in that moment, his insecurities seemed like specks of dust floating in the vast nothingness of space, there was a nagging in the back of his head. But that feeling changed as soon as Tony’s hand touched his chest. For a moment, it felt like a forbidden romance, a Romeo and Romeo. Their kisses were sloppy, and hurried. But they were worth it.


They’d managed to make it home, after Tony got several drinks for them through his brother. Being slightly intoxicated wasn’t a bad thing. It wasn’t like Tony wasn’t already the bold one of the relationship, but tonight, it was different. They’d barely made it into Clay’s bedroom, the stuffed animals dropped mercilessly at the front door, before Tony begun undressing them. Their lips stay connected, managing to get everything but shirt and underwear off before taking a breath.

“Is this okay?” Tony asks, pulling away for a moment. He still stays sitting in between Clay’s legs, but waits for a reply.

“Yeah. Yes, yeah please.” Clay smiles. Tony’s eyes flicker between Clay’s, and he can see the hesitance.

“What’s wrong?” Tony mutters, cupping Clay’s cheek.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” Clay shakes his head, leaning in to kiss Tony.

Tony pulls his face away. “Clay. Don’t lie to me, love.”

It takes a moment of consideration, a deep breath, and a quiet sigh. “I just, don’t know whether this is what you want. If I’m what you want.” Clay clears his throat at the end of his sentence, and sits back.

“Clay. You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted.”

“You dated Brad and Ryan.” Clay huffs, eyeing Tony.

“And there was a reason it didn’t work out. We never got this far. And they never won me a stuffed animal.” Tony grins at his conclusion, gently kissing Clay’s chin. He guides the taller boy backward, kissing his neck. “I like the way you laugh.” He props himself up on his elbow, and traces his fingers down Clay’s chest. “I like your body. And your face. I like the way you smell, and sing terribly. I like the way lose yourself in your work. I like the way you hold me. I like the way you make me feel.” Clay closes his eyes, letting Tony’s words drift over him. “I like the way you’re sensitive, and conscious.” Tony smiles, kissing Clay’s clothed chest.

“I’m none of those things.” Clay mutters under his breath.

Tony frowns. “You really don’t see it?”

Clay shakes his head. “No! I don’t. And it terrifies me that you’re going to find someone more attractive, and smarter and nicer than me.”

“I know that nothing I say can help right now, besides that you’re very hot and I was willing to have sex with you like three minutes ago. But… if you trust me, than trust that I wouldn’t leave you. Period.” Tony smiles, straddling Clay’s thighs. “Now. Why don’t we make some food, and watch that new Adam Sandler movie?”

“Food, yes. Adam Sandler? No. I’m not nearly drunk enough to sit through one of those.”

“I wish I could say I was joking.” Tony giggled, which for him was a low. “Or, we could sit up here, maybe make out a little, then fall asleep and wake up and pretend we don’t remember tonight and have one of those ‘oh god did we fuck’ moments even though we clearly remember falling asleep?”

“I’m sold on the latter option.” Clay grins, his breath becoming shallow, as Tony’s hand travel farther down his body.

“By the way… you’re either extremely modest or just ridiculous. You’re hot.”

“Guess I’m a modest mouse.” Clay smiles.


“It’s a movie reference of a reference of a band.”

“Is that your best attempt at talking dirty, Jensen?”

“Oh no. But this is…”

Across the Pond (a Finlay MacMillan imagine - Part 2)

Part 1

This is part 2 because I can… Enjoy!

Originally posted by solydea

The first day of school was the last thing you wanted to wake up to, but with Ali pulling on you, you had no other option.

“Fin!” Ali called out as you adjusted your poorly tied tie to fit underneath your blazer. “We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry!”

Fin came bounding down the stairs, running straight into the kitchen.

“Fin!” Ali called again, stomping into the kitchen after her brother.

“I’m coming Ali, give me a minute,” Fin said, frustrated.

You stood by the front door, fiddling with the end of your skirt. You hadn’t worn a skirt for a few months now, and this one wasn’t particularly one that you’d even touch back home.

Fin quickly walked past you, opening the front door.

“Bye mum!” he shouted, running out the door.

“Come on!” Ali exclaimed, grabbing your wrist and dragging you with her.

The ride to school was tense, everyone on end for their various reasons. You pulled out your timetable for the month. You had English, Math, European History, and French lined up for you, like what you had back home.

Getting into the school, the three of you quickly dispersed, looking for your first periods. You managed to find yours without help (which you considered a win), and you noticed that there were a few people from your exchange group that were inside. They waved you over, pulling a chair to their table for you to sit down at.

“Good morning class!” the teacher said, quickly coming in and setting her papers on her desk. “My name is Ms. Laird, for those of you who don’t know.”

Your group awkwardly looked down, knowing that the comment was directed at you.

“Shall we get started?”

English wasn’t too hard, though, understanding through her accent was a challenge. Your group often whispered with each other, trying to comprehend her. You’d then get in trouble for talking during the lesson, and you’d hear the other students giggle at you. You couldn’t help but feel isolated in your small group, no one else talking to you, and the teacher only asking you questions that small school children could answer. You felt pathetic.

Your lunch was between Math and European History, and you were glad to get away. Though, the dining hall served nothing better. The group of exchange students were huddled away in a corner to themselves as no one seemed to want to be near you here. You all kept each other good company though, talking to many people that you otherwise wouldn’t have talked to.

You had become close to one of the other exchange students, Alex, who was in the music department at your school. You laughed at his concert horror stories, as did he. Things for the day were kind of looking up on this otherwise crummy day.

When the end of lunch came around, you had to say goodbye to Alex and you made your way to European History, which didn’t have any talking in it today as there were just readings, so no one could make fun of you. 

Last was French; after having spent much time in your school’s French immersion program, you knew that this class would be the easiest of them all.

Entering the classroom, you couldn’t find anyone you recognised. That is until your eyes landed on Fin, who was surrounded by a group of friends that glared you down as you walked past them to an empty seat. You quickly pulled out your school supplies, and opened your binder. You were feeling better than ever in this class, especially now that you knew someone other than an exchange group member that was there. The teacher, Mr. Reid, began writing on the board before stopping halfway, looking directly at you.

“We have a new student today, who will be joining us for the next month. Say ‘bonjour’ to y/n,” he said, giving you a warm smile.

The response you got was bland and cold, not that you were expecting anything different after the way you’d been treated all day.

“Y/n,” Mr. Reid said. “Stand up and tell us about yourself.”

“Should I do it in French?” you asked, curiously.

“This is French class,” he chuckled.

“Okay then, sir,” you replied before rapid firing an explanation of yourself. It wasn’t hard for you to talk, but you could tell by their faces that they were astonished at how fluent you were and how the words just seemed to flow out of your mouth. You doubted that any of them could understand what you were saying as you began using more advanced vocabulary that you had just recently picked up on yourself. By the time you finished, you had only taken up about 3 minutes, but had gone through the last four years of your life. You quickly sat down, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself.

Mr. Reid gave you another warm smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever taught someone who knew more French than I did!”

You let out a laugh and shrugged. He nodded, pointing to the board. “I’m assuming you know this already?”

On the board were the instructions for past tense, something you learned in elementary school. You nodded, “I learned it in elementary school.”

Mr. Reid chuckled. “Did you hear that class? We’ve got some catching up to do!”

You quickly realised that this class wasn’t going to be a challenge at all as it was a beginner’s class. You started drawing in your notebook, passing the time as Mr. Reid taught the lesson. 

As he handed out the exercises for the lesson, he gave you a knowing look and you awkwardly looked away. You quickly finished the exercises, handing them in a few minutes before the bell.

Going back to your seat, you could see Fin glancing at you before looking down at his page. You sighed, realising that he was going to be just like everyone else here; cold and distant. You couldn’t understand it. Ali was so nice, and Fin was too. You hadn’t seen Ali all day, but you wished you had. You knew that she liked you and would talk to you, and before you got to school, you were just as sure than Fin would too. 

The final bell pulled you out of your thoughts and you quickly got up to leave.

Leaving the classroom, you could see Alex on the other side, exiting his own class.

“Hey,” you said, coming up beside him. “Did today get any better for you?”

He let out a dry laugh. “They don’t want us here, y/n,” he explained. You nodded in agreement. “I wish they would treat us better though.”

You separated from Alex when you got to the front, and you were more than disappointed when you couldn’t even find Ali. You quickly whipped out your phone, dialling her number, but all you got was her machine. You angrily hung up, the frustrations of today finally whittling you down. You reached into your blazer pocket, pulling out some extra change that you had from lunch. You may have enough to take the bus home. You quickly Googled your bus route and made your way to the nearest bus stop. 

As you walked down, you could see Fin’s car drive by you, the sound of loud music and shouts coming from the small car. You couldn’t be angry, everyone had their own friends here, you just weren’t one of them.

“Y/n!” you heard Ali call out from behind you. She waved you over to her and her friends.

You quietly made your way over.

“How was your first day?” Ali asked, excited. With the excitement and hope in her eyes, you felt bad if you were to bring her down; so, you didn’t.

“It was good,” you lied, running a hand through your hair.

“That’s brilliant!” Ali exclaimed. She went on to introduce her friends, who were the nicest people that you’d ever met. Why weren’t they in your grade?


Getting home, you quickly went upstairs to start your homework. There was nothing else that you could do.

This was your routine for the next couple of days, and you couldn’t deny your isolation. 

Lunches became a full out war as other students would pelt you with food when the supervisors weren’t watching. By the end of that first week, no one had a clean button up.

“Where’d you get this stain?” Mrs. Macmillan asked, rubbing her finger over the tomato stain on your shirt.

You shrugged. “Must’ve dropped something on it, I guess I’m just clumsy.”

“We’ll have to get you a new one, this one’s ruined.”

You nodded, sighing deeply. The weekend was your heaven right now, with no one to bother you. Fin had stopped talking to you altogether, but you had gotten used to it. His friends absolutely hated you. No one in your level wanted to be close with any of the exchange students. You were the lowest of the low in their eyes.

Monday came around too quickly for your liking, and you were back to your personal hell. You were wearing one of Ali’s old button ups, and your blazer was buttoned as far as it could go. You managed to get through most of lunch fine, but it was quickly ruined when a plate of half-eaten spaghetti was poured on Alex.

Another boy, John, had enough.

“Do you think this is funny?” he called out to the other boy, who was laughing away with his friends.

John glared at them, before sitting down. You helped pull most of the pasta of Alex, realising that everything he had was ruined.

“You’re going to have to go home,” you said to him, wiping his arm of tomato sauce.

He sighed. “I know.”

He quickly left to call home. 

Unfortunately, that was the last time you saw him. It was announced the next day that Alex had quit the program and was heading home. It seemed almost like you’d lost someone in battle, and no one was pleased; but no one knew what to do.

Hey there! I hope you enjoyed this! Requests are still open if you’d like to request anything! Stay peculiar! <3

Don’t Care

Part 2
You both finally sat down and talked about what’d happened. But how much talking was actually done? When JB and Daddy Bummie fight over which gets to fuck you Daddy will always win- I mean…what?

Word Count: 4620 words (long like…ehem)

Genre: SMUT, lil fluff, lotsa angst, ATTITUDE. RUDE JAEB- (writer has been removed from editing)

Out of all the things he’d though would happen today, it was all coincidence and quite frankly he didn’t think he’d ever get the chance to speak to you again.

But he did.
When he’d walked passed you he’d been fidgeting with his phone that was buzzing in his pocket. And he thanked whoever was calling him at that moment because if it wasn’t for that he could’ve missed seeing you.

And oh did he see you.

How you’re heels were sexy and you hair curled perfectly. Your blazer fit you in all the right places and your makeup fit so well. No matter the weather, even today, you always had a way of complementing it yet still being the highlight. Like the sun in the sky or the rain, you were the focus no matter where you went. And that was held true today.

JB all but forgot why you to broke up 3 months ago seeing you now. He saw the confusion and anger in your eyes. He wanted to talk to you then and there, but how could he? This-


-Was definitely not the right place, but he couldn’t let you go. He got lucky that Jinyoung dismissed him, he was hangry and didn’t give a damn who he ate with, as long as he got food he was fine.

He thanked whoever it was that brought you back to him, looking at you now under the awning, your hair curling from the rain, skin glowing in the afternoon shower, you were beautiful as you focused on it.

Even if it did look like you wanted to be anywhere but here.

He supposed he should feel like that more than you, with the reason you two broke up, he should be the one here standing begrudgingly.

“You really don’t know, do you?”

When the incredulous laugh left you, he’d wanted to pull at his hair. Being here with you now he could feel exactly what he already knew.

It wasn’t you. Not in those pictures. No matter how much it looked like you it couldn’t have been. You loved him too much, even now he could tell. When the glint from the ring caught his eye he could only kick himself for believing anything like that.

“…Hell, I still wear this stupid ring.”
‘Ya…It’s not stupid. I asked you cause I love you.’
“If it helps…I still wear mine.”

The moment he’d touch you, there was no denying it.
It wasn’t you. Your lips, the way they still craved him. There was no way they could’ve been on someone else’s. They’ve been his and only his, for the past 3 years and…well..if you’d have him after being a jack ass till he took his last breath. If he could just get all this sorted out.

“Y/N…how about we take this to your place..We order some food and talk there..Ok?”

The cute yes that’d followed had his heart soaring-more than it already was as he’d called the Chinese place you two loved.

In the silence, you found yourself shivering, holding onto your loving furnace and he curled himself around you till the taxi arrived and got the two of you home. When you’d just gotten into the door and taking your heels off, the Chinese guy rapped resounded over your shoulder. As you wrapped your arms around his jacket, he nodded towards your bedroom, telling you to go wait for him.

You did as you were told, listening to him exchange greetings with the with the delivery guy before the door closed with a thump of his foot and the bags met the table. His familiar steps down the hall sent a shiver up your spine, along with excitement just like it did for those 3 years.

When JB came to the door, he’d grabbed the knob, ready to burst into the room-But he couldn’t do that..He…didn’t..technically live here anymore.

The light rap that met the ebony wooded door surprised you before he peaked in.

“Why’re you knocking?”
“Well…I…Can’t just walk around like I own the place..”

“Well…you kind of can..for those 3 months you still paid the rent..even if it were an accident. So even if I wanted to I couldn’t tell you anything. All of your things are here..I couldn’t bring myself to move anything unless I was using it myself.”

JB looked around, and sure enough nothing had moved, his clothes in the closet in color coordination as he’d left them, his shoes in the same alignment, even the tops to his cologne were as askew as they’d left it. All the tops were mixed up thanks to her, combating his OCD. JB looked at you once again, fidgeting with that ring, clearly embarrassed as you wanted to shrink. 
So he did the next best thing.

“If you didn’t move anything..”
He went over to the closet, counting the hangers from the left till he reached 13, checking the black before he pulled out-
“Ah, my favorite sweater. You didn’t wear it?”
“I did…an few times…but I know that’s where you keep your favorite a certain order.”
You smiled a little, now completely flabbergasted that you’d said his secret out loud.
“Wah… still know me well.”
“I couldn’t forget…not in only 3 months.”

JB smirked before he’d put the sweater on the bed, going into the drawers across the way and pulling out a black bra and panty set, one that matched his sweater before coming to you and peeling the blazer from your shoulders.

“I want you to shower, put that on for me, and come out into the living room so we can eat ok?”

You nodded, smiling a little. You missed him taking care of you. He’d hated when you ever went out on rainy day because you never brought an umbrella and you basked in the lovely sprinkle, especially in the summer. When you’d come home soaking wet he’d help peel the clothes off and…help you “warm up” and made you something to eat as you talked about your day. That was your rain check as it you’d called it.

When the blazer found the clothes hamper, you felt yourself heating up at the thought. Would it go the same way? Are you ready for that right now?
When his fingers touched your chest lightly to take the necklace off, your heart thumped out of your chest, answering for you.

“Jagi…are you ok?”

You tried speaking, but the words took minutes to form.
“It rained today..”
“It did Kitten. You’re soaking wet like you always are on rainy days.”

You were silenced and you felt your panties slick with need, cursing yourself for not having some sense.

“Rain check..?”

“What was that?”
“Are we gonna do a..rain check?”

When JB put the two together, his eyes went dark as he smirked, shaking his head.

“I guess I’m not helping in thinking this now am I? I always help after rainy days so it came naturally to me.”
“No- don’t apologize…I just..”
“Here, I’ll wait for you in the living room, make sure you take as long as you need to get warm. Ok?”

You did as told, taking 20 minutes in the shower, finding yourself using the shampoo, body wash and lotion he’d loved the most before spraying the perfume he’d bought you. When you’d walked out, you took your time, knowing the smell would reach him before you did.

When his head cranked around, you could see the hunger in his eyes, and he was cursing himself as you walked in, clearly satisfied with the things he’d picked out. Only when you scooted past, he couldn’t help the deep inhale as he tried concentrating on something else.

The only thing that came into view were your thighs being hugged by a pair of thigh highs he hadn’t picked out.

“Those helping you keep warm..?”

“Yes…I um…thought they’d be cute.”
“Well you thought right, they’re…”

JB couldn’t help the way his thoughts quickly flashed to him being in between them, gripping and kissing your most sensitive-


His named chimed him back in, where he realized he was biting his thumb more than a little hard as he’d stared at your curled legs beneath you.

“Are we going to eat?”

‘I’m in more of a mood to eat you.’

“After you.” He answered with a smile.

When you’d finally finished, you’d noticed he’d changed out of his clothes and into more comfortable ones, the sweatpants he wore hugged his waist lowly and the v neck pooled down his chest. When he’d smirked, noticing your eyes were raking over his body just as much as his were over yours, you looked the other way, clearing your throat.

“So um…can you..can we talk now..?”
“Nothing is standing in our way…”

‘Accept for your clothes, Daddy.’

You battered the comment away as you bit your lip, trying to concentrate on the issue at hand. With nowhere to start, you watched him search the space between the two of you before sitting up and sighing.

“I feel like I made a mistake.”
“In what exactly?”
“In ending us.”


“Because I think I was wrong.”

“You being vague right now is starting to piss me off Im Jaebum.”

“Careful Jagi…it’s dangerous to do that.”

The darkness that hadn’t left his eyes ihad you heating up once again, trying not to lick your lips and answer his call. You still acquiesced, because while sex could do a lot of things, it couldn’t clear up why he’d ended your 3 years without reason or contact for 3 months.

“A friend of mine for a while had been…following you. When you were going to your dance classes. One night, while I was on tour, they’d followed you and saw you at a bar…took photos of you kissing another guy.”

“Did he…?”
“Is it true..? When I went overseas did you really..?”

“JB..look at me.” JB didn’t, shaking his head before you got up taking his hand and pressing it against your heart.

“JB, LOOK at ME.”

When he did, you caressed his cheek lovingly. “I would never do that Jaebum…EVER. I love you way too much to even fathom the thought of someone else.”

“She had on a yellow heels-“

You couldn’t help the snicker before a full on laugh left you.

“Yellow? A yellow dress?”

His nod was meager, embarrassed.

“JB…I’ve never own a yellow dress in my life.”

When his eyes met yours, you chuckled incredulously before shaking your head.

“I should fucking kill you for not speaking to me about any of this..You broke my heart J.”

You had to pace because you felt the tears and anger welding up once more, ready to hit him for what he’d done.

“3 years, and just like that you were gone cause a shitty friend followed after me while you were on tour. Lemme guess it was a girl too wasn’t it? I bet she’d confessed to liking you-matter of factly- who is it JB? Tell me, cause if she was any friend she’d have confronted me about it. Tell me- no, CALL her.”

He watched as your anger grew, your pacing going faster before your eyes nailed his.

“Call. Her.”

JB pulled out his phone checking his call list, when he went into his “Recents” it was actually her that had called which caused him to bump into you, and he cursed her by bringing her big mouth into any of this in the first place. Dialing her number, it only rang once before she answered with an “Oppa!”

JB chuckled nervously as he answered back before looking at you.

“Ask her honestly was that me she took a photo of.”
You mouthed.

“Hey I have a question for you..That day you took a picture of my Jagi, was that really her?”
-Yes, there’s no way I could get that wrong Oppa. She was cheating on you, definitely.-

You smirked, snapping your fingers for his attention.

“Ask her if she confronted me about it.”
“She said she did.”

You nearly spoke aloud, pointing at the phone as you crossed your arms.

“You said you confronted her about it, did you really? I’m giving you the chance to tell me the truth Hara.”

There was hesitation before she answered.

-Y-Yeah..I confronted her, she threw a drink in my face, remember I told you that? Do you not believe me now?-

At this you took the phone, chuckling as JB rubbed his face.

“I wonder who threw the drink in your face, because it wasn’t me.”

Silence ensued on the other end before a meek hello rang out.

“Who is this? Hara?”
-Yes..It’s nice to meet you…?-

“Y/N, JB’s girlfriend.”
-I thought you two-
“You were wrong, and you’re lucky JB had sense enough to talk to me, cause if I’d had found out any of this from anywhere else you’d have seen my face and JB wouldn’t be diffusing my anger right now.”

Again, more silence as you glared at the phone before scoffing.

“You have absolutely no respect, lying to JB and pretending like you took a photo of me to break us up. You know that? Do you think, even if that was me, JB would go for that type of girl? One so conniving as to do something so low?”
-I-I’m really sorry-
“I do NOT want an apology from you. I don’t have to say this because JB has already made up his mind about your little lie, so you’ll never speak to him from this day forth. But next time you find yourself friends with a guy you like, make him like you for you and not try to ruin his happiness. That’s disgusting. One more thing.”
“Tell him you lied to him about confronting me. I’ve never been to a club, and I’ve never owned a yellow dress. When JB had gone on tour, since I can tell he forgot, I was on the countryside with my best friend, staying at her place for vacation while he was away.”

As you were saying this, you’d scrolled through your phone, showing him pictures of every day you were there before handing him back the phone.

-JB I’m sorry about everything-
“Hara I don’t want to hear it. Do you know what you could’ve done? I love her. For the last 3 years she’s been my best friend, and so much more. I almost lost that because of your little crush. If you really cared you’d have been there for me.”

JB heard a tiny whimper, pulling his hair again. He never meant to make this girl cry but she’d done it to herself.

“Jagi is right…We really shouldn’t be friends…You don’t care about me at all. Just your need to have an idol as a boyfriend. Don’t call me back Hara.”

With that, JB ended the call before blocking the number, throwing the phone on the couch. When silence ensued between the two of you, you just stared at him, waiting for anything to come out of his mouth.

“Jagi…I’m sorry.”
“…I’m not your Jagi, Jaebum.”

You found yourself completely calm as you pulled at his heartstrings, not all that sure if you could trust his heart anymore. 3 years were almost wasted because of some silly girl…What if he’d done it again?

“Y/N- I know I don’t deserve this, but please give this another chance-“
“-No. You dropped me like a bad habit JB. How can I trust that you won’t do it again?”
“Because I give you my word Jagiya-“
“-NOT your jagiya-“
“-PLEASE Y/N, don’t throw this away-“
“-like you did in a matter of moments? Why should I take you back?”


When he’d heaved in a sobbing breath, you took a step towards him before you stopped yourself.

“..Does it hurt JB..?”

“..what? What do you mean does it hurt?”

As you took another step, you laced your fingers around his neck, kissing his chin before biting his neck.

“Does it hurt knowing I won’t take you back..? That I’ll never be yours again?”

You pushed him back down to the sofa as he submitted to you for the first time, confusion and lust battling his features.

“-My name is Y/N, JB.”

Straddling him, you watched as he tried processing everything to no avail before he pulled you back.

“Y/N, please…I’m so confused..”
“Good, now you know exactly what I felt. You can’t let go even though I told you we’re done. Think about this for 3 months…3 months I wore the clothes of a man who’d left me. 3 months I cried myself to sleep, 3 months I’d worn your ring telling everyone we were still together.”

Your kisses had ensued, slowly, but violently washing over him, making him groan as you grinded against him.

“3 whole months I slept alone, wore your cologne, and pleasured myself as I called your name. Over and over. Every single night.”

God, he’d almost forgotten how hungry you were for him. Every’d needed his attention.

“Every night?”
“Sometimes in the middle of the day because I couldn’t help how much I missed my Daddy…How much I needed my Im Jaebum. For 3 years you were my cure and my disease, I was addicted…still am to you..”

You kissed your way along his throat before pulling his hair scornfully.

“But some tramp ripped you away from me by believing in her lies…3 years and you tortured me by leaving my side…3 months…3 whole months I felt absolutely nothing. And then you just appeared, looking heaven sent out of nowhere. Your hair the same red when I’d first met you, done up messy just how I like it, wearing the same leather jacket I loved on you. And the cologne…god…who where you looking good for Jaebum?”

At this JB flipped you over, assaulting your lips roughly as he practically ripped his sweater up your body.

“And what of you? Going out wearing something so damned sexy. Everyone was watching you. I saw those hips swaying a mile away. The only reason why I didn’t stop you was because my phone rang.”

JB arced into you, making you moan as he bit your neck, licking another moan up your throat.

“You were so damned sexy. Even now-“

Jb ripped the panties from your sex, groaning as he fondled your wet folds.
“God, you smell so damned good, your hair, your everything. You purposefully used everything I like and I nearly pinned you up against that wall and fucked you were you stood. But no I tried to be nice-“

JB threw the sweater off of you before ripping the bra to shreds in one tug, admiring the pierced mounds before taking them in between his teeth, making you curse as your back arched for more.

“I tried being patient, but you really want me to mark you. Fine, I’ll make you mine.”

JB pushed your legs up to your head, his mouth latching onto your sweet spot and he groaned at your taste, making you gasp before a “fuck” slipped through the air sharply. Re-positioning himself so he held your waist above you, he watched you go from being angry to a sobering mess, gripping the couch as you screamed his name. His tongue deep inside you, making you whimper before pulling away.

“Oh no no…You don’t get to cum…not yet.”

JB set you down, his kisses simmering from the angry flame they once were.

“Right now I can’t bring myself to hurt you. So how about you be a good girl and let me make love to you…You’re just too tight right now and I know it’ll take some time getting used to this-“

JB grounded against you, causing a throaty, surprised moan to come from you before you met his eyes in terror and anticipation.

“-Don’t you think?”

You nodded, eager yet terrified. JB was always a well-endowed man. But after 3 months of-

“You didn’t…touch anyone else…?”
“Of course not. How could I look at anyone else when I had you? No one could amount to you. No one could take this-“

JB made you look down, to which you gasped at the…the thing you just felt.
Cause there was no way that was…the same as last time.
He was bigger, and somehow you felt like this monster was disrespectful in his demands of fitting inside you. JB couldn’t help but chuckle as you eyed him evilly, tucking himself away and picking you up, practically prancing towards the bedroom.

“Don’t worry, he’ll only hurt for a minute.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he threw you down on the bed, watching you bounce playfully before removing his clothes, letting them fall where they may before his lips crashed into yours softly, yet strongly as he crowded your senses once again. You couldn’t help the happiness as he took over your mind, those eyes watching you with admiration and love as he kissed you all over, from head to foot till you were left panting his name.

“Im Jaebum…I can’t anymore..I need you.”

You reached from him eagerly as he’d kissed his way up from your thigh, going straight to your clit and sucking on it hard. Your body reacted on its own, your back arcing off the bed as you grabbed hard onto his hair. His name rang out in the dark space, making him groan in satisfaction.

“Princess…My spoiled little Kitten. Are you sure?”
“You’re only making me even more riled up-I’m gonna go crazy~.”

JB’s lips latched onto yours, your essence clinging to his tongue as it mixed in your kiss, his hand rubbing at you more before he hissed.
“Shit Jagi….You got tighter…”
You chuckled as you pushed his waist into yours, finally feeling that girth where you needed it.
“Don’t care…I need you. I need you inside me now.”

JB met your eyes briefly as he’d became entranced in your hunger, kissing you till you relaxed as he positioned himself. The first thrust, long and slow bubbled up pain over your womanhood, causing you to whine.
The second had him penetrating you, your head kicking back as he watched those eyes go wide.
The third? The hardest, had him all the way inside you, and you screamed as your orgasm was forced throughout your tender body.

Tears sprang free from your eyes and JB kissed every single one and he whispered how beautiful you were, how lucky he was and how much he loved you. Your orgasm coated him perfectly, your throbbing walls pulling him in, never wanting to let go. Your hunger had him cursing as he hips threatened to buck on their own.

“Kitten…Your so tight I’m going numb.” JB groaned and you tightened subconsciously, making him bite his lips as he looked down at you.
“Are you ok?”

When you nodded, he kissed your forehead long before grabbing your hand, placing the other by your head.

“I’ll go slow, if you need me to stop-“
“-I never want you to stop…don’t ever stop loving me.”

JB caressed you cheek before he’d started, pressing his lips into yours.
“No matter what. I’ll never stop loving you Y/N.”

And he did just that. Slowly, thoroughly he’d left mark after mark along your neck,biting your chest before retreating and laying sinful licks and kisses that shook your very core before entering you from behind. His hand snaked its way to your throat, holding you tightly as he breathed into your hair.

“I’ll never let you go again. I swear. You. Belong. To me Y/N.”

His hips bucked harshly and you cried out, biting your lip as the pain mixed with the pleasure.
“No one will ever stand in the way of that again.”
“Swear to me!”
“I swear-!”

JB groaned as you tightened your internal grip on him, threatening his orgasm to come quicker than he’d wanted before he was forced to stop.

You took advantage, crawling from under him and pushing him over, mounting him with a painful moan before riding him slowly. His eyes rolled back, those large hands bruising your hips as he strained for control.

“You’re mine JB..No one else’s.”

You sucked his throat harshly, leaving a purple bruise on an exposed area. You cared not. He now had to suffer the consequences of fans seeing the love bite at any given moment.

“Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”
“My little princess.”
“What’s my name?”
His glare was evident, cursing as you smirked and rode him faster. The perverted noises greeted the air eagerly as you watched him lose himself once again.

“Daddy, what’s Princess’ name?”
“Fuck, Y/N. FUCK. Don’t stop. Please do-“

Your kisses silenced his pleas, crouching over him, going harder as your screamed out his name.

“I can’t-I’m gonna-!”

JB leaned up, grabbing your throat as his hips met yours, smacking harder than you’d thought were possible. You saw stars and your body went nuclear, everything going numb save for him in between your legs.
“Me too-“
JB bit your collarbone and a throaty growl filled your ears. Harder, faster you pushed-Your eyes clenched closed-

When you looked down at JB, his eyes met yours before your orgasm came tumbling through you like a rockslide, leaving nothing in its wake as his beautiful voice screamed your name to the heavens and the stars beyond. Your aching body collapsed-

JB crawled over your languorous, spent curves, kissing you hungrily as he’d grabbed your thighs once again, palming your sex before he’d wound his hips in slowly. The exasperated whimper that left you had him kissing you once again, easing you only slightly.

“I need you Jagiya..I can’t stop..Not yet.”

JB didn’t stop either. He’d made love to you, his hips curling in deeper, his kisses more loving, his eyes gleaming amorously as he watched you, felt you. and lost himself inside you till he went dizzy. Your hands found his back, tender from you earlier onslaught before you pulled him in close.

You’d nearly lost him…Didn’t you? Watching him now, this beautiful man completely opened to you, the love of your life. You nearly lost him. Everything had almost came crashing down-hell for 3 months it did.


JB looked down at you, stopping as your face was stricken with tears.
“Don’t- Don’t stop… Please.”
JB kissed you lovingly, each tear being wiped away as he pressed his forehead to yours.
“Love you, Love you so much. I love you JB.”

JB cursed, kissing the sweet spot of your neck as he whispered in your ear.

“You’ll never lose me again Jagiya. I’ll never let go. I love you. I love you so much Y/N.”

His hips swung in faster making you moan louder as your orgasm built, faster it came steaming along as you felt it starting at your fingers before spreading through your body.

“I love you Jagi.”
“L-Love you-!”
“I love you Y/N!”
“Ah! Ja-Jaebum!”

His name left your lips, panic ringing through as you felt your body giving all over again.
“Jagiya-! I-!”
Your lips found his once more as the both of you bubbled over, JB snapping his hips in one final time, marking you deep inside. Relishing in your heat, his stagnant groans echoed between you. Those beautiful burgundy waves stuck to his forehead as he bared his teeth. When his panting grew slow he retreated from you, rolling you on his chest and pulling you in close.

Your body, numb with happiness and satisfaction quickly drifted you off into sleep to the rhythm of every ache and bruise drumming lowly from your high.

“I don’t care what anyone says..You’re mine. Only mine.”
“Only yours. You belong to no one but me.”

“No one but you Jagi.”

Should there be a part 3? A morning after where the scornful girl left hate messages and told the press about you? Find out next time (MAYBE) on Don’t Care Part 3.

Updated Personal Favorited/Followed Fics (updated March 12, 2017)

Completed Favorites (in no particular order):

Incoming Messages | hunnyfresh

Of Love and Loathing | Sapphire Smoke

Addict Fic | fictorium

All The Single Ladies | Korderoo

The Staircase | redcharcoal

Meet Me Halfway | hunnyfresh

Coveted | I.heart.mean.girls

By Process Of Elimination | hope2x

so does this make us both the other woman? | coalitiongirl

Storybrooke Secret Santa | theforgottenpromises

Letters from War | hunnyfresh

always known | deceptivelycomplex3925

Candy is Dandy, But Liquor is Quicker | juicecupswanqueen

Butterfly Effect | misscanteloupe

Curse You and Your Dinner | highheelsandchocolate

Breakfast, Interrupted | Another Girl Grasping

Follow If You Lead | MaybeWeAre

Over the Rainbow | Egoperceptum

Flu Love’s Kiss | sea-ess-eye

The Blind Sea | Barbie Shoes

Lavenders Blue | RowArk

Shock Therapy | EgoPerceptum

Andante Andante | Violetscented

Right There All the Time | devje

Scent of Roses | Violetscented

we’ll make our home on the water | bayloriffic

If The Blazer Fits | FlyYouFools (MK47)

Precious Illusions | RowArk

Truth or Dare | SpookshowBabyx

step into my office, baby | foxbones

A Cup of Coffee and a Bubble Bath | bstix

The Favor | PinkRabbitPro

Gravity | RhysMerilot

The Debt | Scribes and Scrolls

Mirror Tricks | starsthatburn

An Ill Wind | neverenough04

Building Windmills | juicecupswanqueen

The Secret’s in the Telling | pyrophoric

A World of Difference | cautionarytale

In Progress Follows (in no particular order):

The Story of It All | Sage1982

Double Trouble | sea-ess-eye

Pink Water | planetfall

Escort Services | Tempest-2455

Approximately 525 600 Minutes | Reighne

Next Level Friendship | propinatio

The Stars That Fade | Chelseadaggz

Transgressions of the Heart | Sapphire Smoke

Reckless Abandon | RowArk

a mistake | deceptivelycomplex3925

That Holiday Magic | Sultry Sweet

Home | Eponine Faye

Call and Answer | RowArk

Operation Swan | RowArk

Lost | SgtMac

Operation Wingman | withgirl

Striking a Bond | Sultry Sweet

What Difference Does It Make? | cautionarytale

A Month To Remember | nycz

ill fitting pieces | Hoovahhoopah

Stockholm Syndrome | SQwriter

Forget Me Not | SQwriter

Riding Waves | RecklessDoodler

After Neverland | throughskinandbone

Business Transaction | bnaz

Poppies | SpookshowBabyx

Housewarming Party (Daveed x Reader)

PROMPT:In which a housewarming party is held at your new apartment and you figure out if your feelings for a certain cast mate (the handsome Daveed Diggs) are platonic…or not.


AUTHOR NOTE: Here’s another fanfic written by me. A cutesy one because smut is too early to write for me atm right now (unless someone requests it lmao). I hope you like it! The ending is like bleh, and I’ll fix the prompt the description later.


“Jazzy!” you yell from the kitchen. You open the stove to eye the pan of lasagna, where the cheese was slightly bronzing from the heat. “Are you making the alcoholic drinks?”

Jazzy, who was occupied in her room changing, yelled out a quick ‘yes,’ causing you to sigh in relief. You close the stove, removing the mittens that covered your hands and placing them on the granite counter. Eyeing the kitchen, you couldn’t help but think about tonight.

Tonight, you were hosting a house party for the new apartment you were sharing with your fellow cast mate and friend, Jasmine. Getting the apartment was a huge deal, and sharing it with Jazzy made the deal even better. The apartment was what you called an upgrade from your previous one. With a stellar view of the city and enough room to do whatever you wanted, you and Jazzy couldn’t help but feel proud. Before your last show of the week, you were sure to make the announcement in front of the rest of the cast, with Jazzy including the details of the housewarming party. Though you were excited for the rest of your friends coming over, there was one thing you were most excited about –

“Thinking about Daveed?” Jasmine asks, walking out of her room while zipping the back of her dress.

That – Daveed – was what you were most excited about. The (very) tall, (very) curly haired, (very) handsome man was everything that defined dream guy in your dictionary. For the most part, you and Daveed were good friends, occasionally talking to one another before Hamilton starts and when it’s finished. There were the occasional moments where you suspect each other’s more than platonic feelings, but it was hard to tell.While the both of you were on the same page of being friends, sometimes you couldn’t help but admire his soulful brown eyes one day or his full lips the next. While you claim that you have no feelings for the Daveed Diggs, the only person who saw through your act was Jazzy…

… and maybe the rest of the cast, except Daveed.

You expected for someone to tell him about your “quite noticeable feelings,” (according to Jazzy) but Daveed was still oblivious as ever – which is totally fine by you.

The last thing you needed was for your crush to run the hills away from you.

You roll your eyes. “Seriously, Jazzy, I feel nothing towards Daveed.”

Jasmine snorts and opens the fridge to take out a bottle of vodka. She sets it down on the counter and turns to look at with a knowing glance. Everything about her eyes screamed, “seriously,” in bold, capital letters. You scoff, turning away from her scorching glare to turn off the oven for the lasagna. The oven beeps, indicating that you turned it off, and you grab your oven mitts to slide them back over your hands. Opening the oven, you take out the lasagna and place it on the cooling rack.

“Stop giving me that look,” you scoff, ignoring the burning sensation spreading on your cheeks. “The lasagna is ready so it means I’m going to get ready. Don’t go overboard on the vodka.”

Jazzy shrugs, a whimsical glint shining brightly in her eye. “Don’t worry, I won’t. You go. I’ll tell you when your boyfriend is here.”

Oh my – shut up, Jazzy!”

The housewarming party was kicking off to a great start.

The apartment was suddenly full with your favorite people, making the place brighter and warmer than usual. Drinks and plates of food were being passed around while different conversations filled the air. You were sitting on the edge of the sofa, engaging in a lively conversation with Oak and Anthony. Both men were handsomely dressed in what Anthony calls, “causally dapper” attire – meaning jeans paired a shirt underneath a fitted blazer and their best dress shoes.

“I doubt ‘casually dapper’ is a real thing, Ant,” you laugh, sipping your drink.

Anthony looks at Oak, who looks back at him, feigning hurt.

“Did you just hear that bro?!” Anthony exclaims. “She just mocked our style!”

Oak wraps an arm around Anthony, bringing him closer for a hug, which Anthony gladly indulges in. As the situation unfolds in front of you, a giggle leaves your mouth. As soon as you laughed, Oak looks you up and down, his mock hurt still on his face. He quickly releases Anthony from their hug and gestures to his outfit, moving his hand up and down.

“Casually dapper’ is a real thing, Y/N,” Oak says. “You see this outfit baby? This is the real deal. It’ll be a trend, just you wait.”

Before you could retort to Oak’s statement, Jazzy interrupts your conversation. She leans into your ear, winking at her boyfriend, Anthony, simultaneously.

He’s here.”

“Hello, everybody!

At the sound of the deep voice that cuts through the loud room, your heart starts to race. You turn around to see Daveed walking into the living room with a bottle of red wine in one hand. Dressed in what Anthony and Oak would call ‘casually dapper,’ you couldn’t help but slowly drink him in. His curly hair was slightly tame, but still held on to its wild beauty. He was also wearing his glasses, which you loved deeply on his face. Everyone in the room cheers at the sight of Daveed, who makes eye contact with you. You smile at him, ignoring the rush of heat to your face, and wave.

“Hey, it’s my boy Diggs!” Anthony yells, with a wide smile on his face. He was standing near Jazzy, with a protective arm around her waist.

Daveed smiles at him as he walks over to you. He gives you a hug, and you involuntary inhale the cologne he was wearing. While inhaling, you could also smell the cocoa butter that graced his bronzed skin and the topical paradise that came from his hair. You accidentally cling on to him longer than usual, which makes you cheeks burn once more.

“Sorry,” you mutter, dusting off the imaginary lint from your dress. “Welcome to the party.”

Daveed chuckles – an earthy and musical sound to your ears – and shakes his head. “No problem. Thanks for inviting me here.”

You smile and start to walk to the kitchen, where you place the bottle of wine on the counter, releasing a deep breath. It was only Daveed who could make you feel like you were jumping over the moon just to keep cool around him. You groan, trying to push out the recent memory of hugging him too long.

“That was embarrassing.” You mutter under your breath, placing your elbows on the counter and shoving your face in the palm of your hands.

“No, that was entertaining.”

You look up to see Jazzy with her drink and a grin as big as the Cheshire Cat, and groan.

“You take that shit eating grin off your face.”

Jazzy snorts. “And why would I? To see you flustered over Daveed is the second best entertaining thing watch.”

When you didn’t answer, Jazzy sighs and walks over to you. Enveloping you in a big hug, she rocks you back and forth. As comforting as it was, it was didn’t take away your thoughts about Daveed and your latest embarrassing social interaction with him. Normally you could control yourself, but with him looking so handsome tonight, your chances of doing something stupid were greater than infinity – if that was possible.

“I don’t know how to control what I do when I am with him,” you mumble into Jazzy’s dress. “It’s embarrassing.”

“I know,” Jazzy coos. “But look on the bright side, at least you didn’t confess your true feelings to –“

“Hey, can you guys show me where the bathroom is?”

Quickly, you break apart from Jazzy and look at the intruder in your heartfelt conversation. It was Daveed, standing in his handsome glory and eyeing you with a hidden emotion. You smooth out your hair, which was a nervous tick, and look at Jazzy. She was looking at you mischievously, with a smirk played on her lips.

“Y/N would be happy to do it!” she suddenly exclaims. “Right Y/N?”

If looks could kill, you made sure you gave Jazzy a glare that would kill her on the spot.

Sure,” you grit out, and turn to Daveed with a smile. Gesturing for him to follow, you add, “Come this way.”

You lead him down the dark corridor that leads to the nearest bathroom in your apartment. As you walk, you could feel Daveed’s heated gaze on your head, as if you were a loud target. You gulp, feeling slightly self-conscious, as you stop at the door that leads to the bathroom.

“Here it is – mmm!

Hot lips were pressed against yours, taking you by surprise. Though you were surprised, you couldn’t help but relish the rush of tingles and shockwaves that flowed through your body. As Daveed’s mouth moves against yours, you could taste the mint from his lips and the smell of cocoa butter and the tropics filled your senses. Your eyes flutter close, the shock ebbing off slowly as you lose yourself in the kiss. Daveed’s arms snake to your torso, where he pulls you closer to him, your chests touching. Your arms suddenly wrap around his neck, as if you were embracing the happiness in front you. When he pulls away, your eyes were wide open as his big, slightly rough hands cradles the sides of your face. You stare at him, the shock of the Daveed Diggs – your crush extraordinaire – kissing you, still fresh on the brain.

“Jazzy’s gonna flip,” you blurt out.

A beat of a silence passes.

You kissed me.” you add.

Daveed chuckles, his dark eyes brighter than usual.

“It’s what happens when you like someone and you are now sure the feeling is mutual – I overheard your conversation in the kitchen.”

You look at him with confusion. “You heard everything I said?

He nods.

“For a while, I have been having these feelings for you, Y/N. When I was coming by to ask you about the apartment, I heard Jazzy say my name in the kitchen. Eavesdropping is bad, I know, but I couldn’t help it – I heard everything. The restroom was just an excuse to find somewhere private to kiss you.”

Slowly, a smile creeps on your lips. “I’ll give you points for creativity and the surprise factor. Although, the kiss was a little subpar…you might want to try again.”

At the sound of that, Daveed’s eyes darken as a smirk replaces the bright smile on his lips.

“Don’t mind if I do,” were the final words you could hear before he attacked you lips, causing you to dive in a bliss you could never imagine possible.



1.     The Secret’s in the Telling by pyrophoric                

“It’s the sixth of October. A pivotal moment in Storybrooke’s history and the turning point in Regina Mills’ life. And it all began with a spell, a Sheriff, and a thief.”

WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I know it is a slow start but give it a try and it’s all worth it.)

2.    The Worlds You Never See by writetherest

   The lives I’ll never lead / Couldn’t make me sing / Could they? Could they? Could they?
   As soon as she had stepped through the doorway, the door closed tightly. And only then, with Regina inside, did the lines, curves, and swirls shift and move, assembling themselves into words within the heart.
   The Road You Didn’t Take


*cry emoji*

3.     The Art of Being Extraordinary by purplehershey
AU. Henry, age 23, decides to give the crowd what they want, what they really want. A story. So he tells them the only one he knows: the greatest love story of all time, and it just so happens, that this love story is his mothers’. Henry’s on and off POV. WARNING: VERY ANGSTY MAY OR MAY NOT CONTAIN A CHARACTER DEATH
 I cried.

4.     Shadow Haven by Delirious_Comfort                

   Emma Swan is a PR agent who is sent on a holiday by her boss. Regina Mills is the owner of a private island named Shadow Haven. There is more to Regina than initially meets the eye. This story dips heavily into the BDSM subculture. Swan Queen romance / BDSM story.
   Emma was silent for a long time. Truth be told, she had no idea if she wanted to stay here. She desperately wanted the break, but didn’t want to spend her time with some stranger who had been hostile from the moment she had laid eyes on her. Hostility that had been replaced by semi-friendliness as soon as money had been added into the equation, and Emma wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
   “I don’t know,” Emma finally said.
   “Give it one week, Miss Swan. If you are not enjoying yourself here on Shadow Haven at the end of that time, we will look into the possibilities of returning you home,” Regina offered as she stood up from her spot on the couch and made her way over to Emma. She held out her hand to the younger woman when she reluctantly gave the gorgeous brunette a nod, “It is nice to meet you Miss Swan. My name is Regina Mills. Welcome to Shadow Haven, I do hope you will enjoy your time here.”

Definitely NSFW, This story is not just hot but I also love the development of Emma and Regina’s relationship.

5.      Bait and Switch by JuiceCup
Henry Mills is sick and tired of his mothers skating around the truth and not realizing that they are perfect for each other and that they belong together.  So he has a plan to bring them together and convinces his grandmother to help.Robin and Marian had never left. The story starts out with MILD Outlaw Queen but there is NO KISSING and NO SEX, so NO WORRIES!  THIS is a Swan Queen story with major Swan Queen feels already in the first chapter!

6.      I’m Not A Writer I Just Drink A Lot About It by Exquisiteliltart            

Regina decides to write her own happy ending and Emma helps.

So much feels!!! Fluff and Swan-Mills Family *sighs and watch them live happily ever after*

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100 Years [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

a/n: i just…..thought of it. HERES THE SONG LINK


The Warblers are having one last performance together. When Sebastian found this out, he begged you to come with him. Logan even helped persuade you; he needed to see daddy perform. So, eventually, the three of you drove to Westerville, despite your complaining. ‘Let’s hope you don’t pop again’ Sebastian joked on the way there, earning him a whack on his arm.

The moment you arrived to Dalton Academy, Sebastian hops out of the car, unbuckling Logan and grabbing his outfit. You climb out, holding your seven months pregnant stomach. Oh man, you need to use the bathroom. “I’m gonna go…pee. Should you be in the practice room?” you ask your husband, dusting off his t-shirt.

Leaning down, he kisses you sweetly. “Yeah. I’ll take Logan and change.” he hums, walking into his old high school. You waddle towards the bathroom area, clutching your back. “Come on, killer.” he grins, leading Logan to the bathroom to change. “Are you excited? I’m excited. I hope this still fits…” he mutters, stripping his shirt off. “Logan, did you bring yours?” he smirks, sliding on his white button down.


You sit down next to Logan in the auditorium, smiling at the blazer he has on. He’s perched on the edge of his seat, pointing to the stage, whispering ‘da’. “Yeah, daddy’s behind that curtain.” you grin, running a hand through his light brown hair. “Oh, look, there he is!” you beam, watching the curtain peel open. “Wave, wave!” you encourage, waving with your son.

A bright smile appears on Sebastian’s face and he moves one arm from behind his back. His very fitted navy blazer scrunches as he wiggles his fingers subtly, quickly getting back into form when the Warblers begin mocking the piano. He steps down from the top step, starting the lyrics. “I’m 15 for a moment… Caught in between 10 and 20, and I’m just dreaming…” he stares directly at you, stopping at the bottom of the stairs; Warblers spreading out around him. “Counting the ways to where you are…” he sings, removing one of his arms to point to the side.

Sebastian faces the wall, slowly walking backwards  as the rest of the men move forward. “I’m 22 for a moment…” he holds up two of his fingers, turning to the crowd. “And she feels better than ever… And we’re on fire, making our way back from Mars…”  he hums, voice deeper than it was in high school.

Spreading his hands in front of him, your husband tiptoes forward, blowing his chestnut locks from his forehead. “15 there’s still time for you. Time to buy and time to lose. 15, there’s never a wish better than this… When you only got a hundred years to live…” he blinks, backing up while the Warblers do the instrumental part.

He clears his throat, fingers on his striped tie. You cover your mouth with your hand, tears welling up in your vision. “I’m 33 for a moment. Still the man, but you see I’m a “they”.” he raises his index finger, squinting his green eyes as he gets back to the top step. “A kid on the way, babe. A family on my mind…” he taps his head, winking at you and Logan, who cheers.

The Warblers sit on the steps, crossing their legs, continuing the music. “I’m 45 for a moment. The sea is high, and I’m heading into a crisis. Chasing the years of my life…” he sings, walking through the sea of blazers, stopping right in the middle, leg bouncing while he leans forward. “15 there’s still time for you, time to buy and time to lose yourself, within a morning star…” he swallows, eyes glassy.

Sebastian’s voice goes higher at the chorus, “15 I’m alright with you…” he backs up slightly, “15, there’s never a wish better than this…When you only got a hundred years to live…” he muses, leaning back as some of the Warblers do flips. Laughing slightly, he breathes in, bopping around the men while singing deeply. “Half time goes by. Suddenly you’re wise. Another blink of an eye, 67 is gone…” His eyes are wide open, hair whipping as he moves, craning his neck to see the audience. “The sun is getting high…We’re moving on…” he sighs, looking at you with lime green watery eyes.

Sucking in a shallow breath, his fingers wrap around the red piping on his blazer. “I’m 99 for a moment…And dying for just another moment…” he sniffles, trying not to cry. You gulp, blowing him a kiss for support. “And I’m just dreaming…” he looks at his long fingers, “Counting the ways to where you are…” he points at you, shaking his head with a grin.

“15 there’s still time for you… 22 I feel her too…” Sebastian winks at you, a tear dripping on his cheek. “33 you’re on your way… Every day’s a new day…” The Warblers join him in the ‘oh’ part. He frowns, noticing Logan’s not with you. Tilting his head, he gestures to you in confusion. “15 there’s still time for you… Time to buy and time to choose… Hey 15, there’s never a wish better than this, when you only got a hundred years to live-”

A pair of thin arms wrap around his legs, catching the Warbler by surprise. Logan laughs, uniform wrinkled; Sebastian breaks, crying as he picks up the boy, smile on his lips. “I love you, babe.” he kisses Logan’s cheek, peering at you. “Here, wave to mommy!” he beams, blowing you a kiss. He can’t believe he has a family.