for your apartment

TITLE — long distance.
WARNINGS — mature content and some swearing.
WORD COUNT — 2,901 words.
AUTHOR’S NOTE — i can’t even believe my last fic got over 300 notes, that’s insane, thank you so much. uh, this was supposed to be short and smutty but the angst in me came out to wreak havoc. it also turned out much longer than i intended (story of my life). and that fluff bit at the end? i don’t know her. anyway, hope you enjoy it, thanks for reading !

You’re woken up at 2:09 AM by a constant and nagging vibration, the glare of your phone guiding you as you blindly reach for the device. Through heavy-lidded eyes you study the name displayed on the screen and the sappy emojis that follow.

It’s your boyfriend.

“Hey,” you say, voice dripping with dread and worry, and fatigue. It’s silent on the other end safe for some rustling and just as you’re about to call after him, there’s a muted groan.

“B-bae?” He sighs into the transmitter—a sigh of relief. “Fuck,” he sobs. “I miss y-you. I… fuck.” Another sob. “Baby?”

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In a hurry

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 600-ish

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sexual intercourse (let’s assume Dean’s girl is on the pill)

A/N: A to Z kinks - Quickie for @tardis-full-of-fallen-angels This was written and posted entirely on my phone. Sorry if it sucks!

Originally posted by lokiandthorblr

“Hey, gorgeous!”

“Oh. Hi, you!” Your hands went to your stomach to lay on top of Dean’s as he held you from behind.

Coming into your shared room you stood by the dresser to splash some perfume over your body when Dean surprised you, wrapping his arms around you middle and kissing you just below your ear.

“You lookin’ all glowy today,” he spoke inhaling your scent.

“Hm,” you chuckled, “it must be that keratin shock.” Carefully combing your hair with your fingers to avoid messing its shape, you pushed it all to one side, clearing the path for Dean to kiss down your neck.

“I don’t mean your hair. Though it does look good I gotta say.” He peppered your skin with soft kisses.

“Thanks,” you whimpered as his teeth tugged on your earlobe.

“I mean all of you, Princess. You look… Happy. Radiant” Each couple of words was interrupted by a kiss.

“Haha. Maybe it’s because I’m finally off my period.”

“Really?” Dean asked, suddenly ending the trail of kisses down the column of your neck. “Does that means no more pain or cramps?”  

Dean’s hands slid up your body, cupping your breast, gently kneading the flesh through your clothes.

“Wait…” you checked yourself for any kind of uncomfortableness. “Yep, all clear!” 

A moan left your lips as his whole body hauled you up against the dresser and you felt his growing erection against the crest of your butt.

“Dude, I’m so loving where this is going but we’re gonna to miss the movie and I already made the reservations online because I’m really wanna see Coco.”

“You sure?”  Dean rutted against your ass. One hand slipping under your shirt, the other popping open the buttons of your jean.

“Oh man.” You pushed back into him and twisted his left hand to check his wristwatch. “Okay, we’re in a hurry so you have 10 minutes. Fuck!” you jumped a little as his fingers crawled past the barrier of your underwear and found their way through your folds.

“That’s all I need!” Dean growled into your ear.

Rapidly you helped him push your clothes down your hips, just enough to allow him access and then you waited for him to do the same with his jeans, while his hand still toyed with your nipples.

You turned around just in time to watch him spit in his hand and spread it all over his length before pulling his T-shirt up his chest to hold it with his chin. His fingers went back to your pussy to smear your wetness around and with one of his legs Dean spread yours open.

A couple of desperate fails attempts were all of took for Dean to find that giving spot and he chuckled when you gasped as the sudden feeling of fullness.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I’ve missed you!” With a hand on your hip he kept you still as he buried himself to the hilt, pressing your ass apart with his hips.

And without preambles he started thrusting in and out of you. You held onto the edge of the dressed pushing back, arching you back, supportive your weight with the tip of your toes.

Dean alternated between rapids shoves and leisurely circling his hips whilst he remained inside you. His fingers landed back on your clit and he started massaging it as his release approached. You cried out his name as the pressure he was applying to pay off. But before things began to heat up enough for you to come Dean announced his imminent release, his hips stuttered and he howled loudly in your ear.

“Sorry!” he panted heavily. “So sorry. I-I couldn’t-”

“Hey!” you interrupted him. “It’s okay.” Turning your head and  stretching your neck to meet him halfway and kiss him on the lips, you assured, “Don’t worry. You’ll make it up to me as soon as We get back.”

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At a party

I had no idea what to write so… Idk i need ideas.



“If we lose” you started, pointing your finger at Shawn “if we lose this”, you paused for dramatic effect, “I don’t wanna lose this” you finished, putting your hands on your waist.

“Don’t worry, babe, I know you’re a sore loser” he said smiling down at you before planting a peck on your lips.

“Hey, if I play, I play to win” you objected.

“I’d laugh so hard if we lost because of you” he said laughing, his eyes losing contact with yours.

“Oh my god” you exclaimed, lightly shoving him on the chest, before heading to the kitchen to get some snacks.

It was a casual friday night party at your apartment; close friends, drinks, music, food. You were not sure how it came up to this, but you heard someone mention a laughing game and pairing into teams, it was obvious that Shawn was going to be your partner, even though it was physically impossible for either one of you to look at the other without smiling. At least a little.

As you made your way back, almost all your friends were sitted, either on the couch, the arm rest or the floor. Shawn had his right arm on the back of the couch and rested his head in his palm waiting to begin. In front of the couch there was a small table with the laptop. You put down the chips and pressed ‘play’ before taking your seat to his right. Instantly he wrapped his left hand around your waist, pulling you closer and you rested your head back against his shoulder.

You were a group of grown ass people watching a compilation of fails and vines 'guaranteed’ to make you laugh. They were pretty good but no one was cracking and you weren’t either.

Two minutes in, you were biting hard on your pointer finger, in order to contain your laughter.

“Stop that. It’s distracting” he whispered in your ear. His curls tickled the side of your face and his voice sent shivers down your spine. You put your hands in your lap awkwardly for a second, before tucking them between your thighs.

Seconds later as you were trying hard to contain yourself watching a video of puppies falling out of a truck you felt Shawn start nibbling your left ear.

“Oh b-jesus” you yelled pulling away.

“I KNOW RIGHT?” your best friend bursted into laughter and you were shocked for a second, thinking she was talking about the two of you, but she eventually pointed to the screen. After a moment of silence everybody started laughing, forgetting about the contest and went on to comment on the videos they’ve just seen.

“Told you we weren’t gonna lose because of me” he said with a smirk plastered on his lips.

“That was 100% your fault” you said smiling and rolling your eyes.

He went in to kiss you, taking your cheeks in his hands. At first it was slow and sweet, and he tasted like whiskey and peaches, but then before the kiss got a chance to become the heated make up session you were craving, the old “get a room” or “leave room for jesus” were being yelled from different spots of your living room.

You pulled away and stood up shyly from the couch as everyone was turning their attention back to their conversations. Shawn got up after you, hurriedly hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek before sprinting to the bathroom. These gestures lasted less than 5 seconds but they never failed to put a smile on your face.


Two hours and more than a few drink later you were all dancing around your living room to DNCE’s Cake by the ocean. Close to the chorus, Shawn came closer to you and while everybody was yelling the lyrics he leaned down and sang into your ear.

“Ah ya ya ya ya I keep on hoping 'I’’ll eat 'you’ by the ocean”

He was so cheesy sometimes but to be fair, it was perfect.

You pulled back a little with a huge smile on your face and despite the fact that the song was still in full swing you started singing “Lucky for you that’s what I like. That’s what I like” swinging your hips to the rhythm of your own song. You couldn’t carry a tune and he couldn’t be more in love.

That earned you a couple of funny looks, but not from him, he was looking at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes, his smile saying more that words ever could.

anonymous asked:

That being said I'm not feeling much Thomas love, any chance of a little drabble to give the poor chap a break? Back to some good old SD!Thomas?

yes!! another thomas that i love

“W-What are you doin’ here?” You asked, blinking up at Thomas. 

“Peggy said you were sick. Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked, already coming into your apartment. You reluctantly moved out of the way and let him come in. 

“Because you’d do this.” You mumbled, shutting the door behind him. You tiredly locked it before you turned to face him. 

Thomas scoffed. “What? Come to take care of you?” 

“Yes.” You said, looking down and wrapping your blanket closer around your shoulders. “I told you I don’t w-want you getting sick.” 

“I won’t get sick.”

“You don’t know that.” 

You stepped into your little kitchen. You kept your distance from him and looked at him from where you leaned against the other side of the small island in your kitchen. He was dressed for work, making you feel more guilty. He seemed unbothered, pulled out all the things from his grocery bag. When you weren’t looking, he glanced at you.

Your hair was messy and you were dressed in one of his sweaters–the cable knit one in a soft cream color. He felt your forehead and cupped your cheek. Instinctively, you leaned into his touch. When he kissed your forehead, you sighed almost dreamily.

“Still want me to go?” He teased, bringing your eyes back to his. You suddenly glared at him, unimpressed. “What happened to my sweet girlfriend?”

“I told you not to come.” You mumbled. 

“But I even brought you cough drops. And soup.”

“Did you make it?” You blinked up at him. He nodded. You sniffled. “Thank you. You didn’t -” You sneezed, turned away from him. You reached for a tissue from the box near the stove and blew your nose. “Have to.” 

“You don’t have to act all tough around me, you know.” He opened up the container for you. You came closer to the island, the scent of the soup enticing you. The steam from the soup reached you, warmed your tinted cheeks. Thomas left, went to get a spoon for you. 

“Not tryin’ to be tough.” You mumbled. 

“According to Peggy, you are the biggest baby when you’re sick.” Thomas laughed at the look of betrayal on your face. “If it bugs you that much, I’ll leave after you finish the soup. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You nodded, took the spoon from him. “Thank you.” 

You rubbed your eyes and reluctantly started to eat. You ate quietly, your head feeling clouded because of the medicine, but Thomas didn’t seem to mind. He sat beside you, went on his phone. 

You were only halfway done with your soup when you looked up at Thomas again. He didn’t look up from his phone, but felt you staring at him.

“What’s the matter, baby?” You were quiet and he looked at you. He smiled down at you, happy to see a bit of color back into your skin. You even felt a little warmer. “Do you want me to stay?”

“Can you?” You asked quietly.

He chuckled, smile bright and warm. He nodded, let out a quiet “Mhm.” 

“But if you stay, you can’t kiss me.” 

Thomas sighed heavily. “Guess I’m leaving then.” 

You hit him hard on his shoulder, but it wasn’t long before the two of you broke into laughter. You went back to eating your soup, feeling much happier than you did before. 

No more/ Dacre Montgomery

Written: 11/22/2017

Pairing: Dacre Montgomery x reader

A/n: hope you guys like it! I tried to make it a little bit sad and cute.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” you said to your co-worker before you left. You were pretty excited because Dacre was Finally coming home today. You made your way to your shared apartment and went to the kitchen putting the errands you’ve got after work away. You wanted to surprise Dacre with his favorite meal so you started to work on it when you heard the door open and closing.

“Baby” you scream as you run towards him, hugging him. He shrugged before you pulled away. “Strange” You thought since he always hugged you when he came back from work.

“I made you your favorite meal, come on” you say grabbing his hand. He pulled it away and that’s when you’ve had enough.

“Okay what’s going on? Did I do something?” You ask. “I ne… need to tell you something” he says making your nervous since he never stutters. You nodded a sign for him to continue.

“I don’t love you anymore” those 5 words hurt like hell. Tears began to well up in your eyes.

“What?” You spit out as they started flooding, you wiping them away harshly. “I can’t do this anymore y/n. I just don’t feel anything anymore” you turned around in hopes that your tears would stop but it only hurt more.

“Get out” he looked at you confused as if he hadn’t heard you. “GET OUT!” You yell as he puts his hands up in surrender before walking out. You looked around before grabbing a plate and throwing it against the wall smashing it into pieces.

“I hate you so much” you whisper as you turned off the food before walking into your shared room, you spotted a picture of you two together and decided to throw it down too. You just need to clear some tension. You got into the bed not caring about picking up the pieces as you cried yourself to sleep.

It was now 2 weeks later since you last saw Dacre. He came by the day after picking up his things, he just looked at you before walking out. In those 2 weeks you got a lot of news about him, he was on tv, in magazines just everywhere.

Those 2 weeks also changed your life. A week after the accident with Dacre, you were feeling sick so you went to the doctors and they told you that you were pregnant. So here you were sitting on the couch looking for baby stuff, when you heard the door open. You turned around to see Dacre.

“What are you doing here?” You asked as he made his way towards you, you totally forgetting that the magazines were open. As he was in front of you, you decided to take a step back; not wanting to be close to this man who broke your heart. You were waiting for him to say something when you spotted him taking a look over your shoulder. You quickly turned around closing the magazines.

“Are you pregnant?” He asks as he referred to the magazines. “Why do you care? You don’t love me anymore; so why are you here?” As he looks down.

“I do care about you” as you bitterly laughed. “Yeah sure, seriously why are you here Dacre?” As he put his hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry, about everything. The way I treated you, and broke up with you. It’s just” as he stopped speaking. He sighed before taking a step towards you cornering you into a corner.

“My manager told me to break up with you, he said that because you weren’t famous we wouldn’t get any publicity, and I thought it would be the best but then when I lived alone in that apartment, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way you would laugh about my stupid jokes even if they weren’t funny, the way you cook, just I missed you and if I could turn back time I would, because I never wanted to hurt you. Please just give me another chance?” as he took a deep breath from his speech and looked at you, but you didn’t say anything comprehending everything he just said.

“I… I don’t know what to say” you whisper looking down. He put your chin up and made you look at him. “I still love you, I never stopped. I don’t care what my manager is going to say about us, just please give me another chance?” As he wiped your tears away that you didn’t even feel coming down. You sighed hoping that you were making the good decision.

“I need to think about it” you whisper as he nodded softly before walking to the door. “Call me when you made your decision.” You softly smiled nodding. He walked out as you stood against the wall for a few minutes hoping you make the right decision.

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The Neighbour Upstairs Part 12

You didn’t think dating Thorin would feel as good as it felt. You had been in previous relationships, some of them were good, healthy relationships, and those that weren’t healthy, didn’t last long.

But all of them were dismal in comparison to your budding relationship with Thorin. Compared to your relationship with Thorin, the previous boyfriends all seemed to be foggy and distant memories.

Thorin was sweet and kind, never pressuring you into being intimate before you were truly ready. Not only was he willing to go slow, he was a romantic.

Looking at him, you wouldn’t think Thorin would be such a romantic, with his broad and bulky frame, beautiful blue eyes and rugged appearance, but he was.

He often left flowers at your door, either with a small note or without. If he didn’t leave flowers, after you had gotten back to your apartment from your job, Thorin would often greet you with a bottle of wine and dinner.

You didn’t think you could get any better than Thorin, and you didn’t want to find out. You had been pining after Thorin for months, wondering if he could and would feel the same, and when it did happen, you swore you wouldn’t easily let him go.

But you also knew that things couldn’t always be this perfect. You knew there were bound to be hiccups and fights, because what relationship didn’t have fights.

What you were scared of, was Thorin suddenly deciding he didn’t want you anymore. And if he suddenly decided he didn’t want you anymore, and you were wildly in love with him, then it would break you.

“Good morning.” You felt Thorin’s hands brush against your waist as he came to stand behind you, his lips trailing down the shell of your ear and then your neck.

“Good morning.” You leaned against him, his arms wrapping around you, holding you to his chest.

Thorin had stayed the night with you, in your bed, your body tightly curled up to his. You still waited to have sex, but you found that Thorin was the best person to cuddle with.

He was warm and strong, and he would cradle your head to his chest, and you fell asleep listening to his heartbeat, his lips grazing your forehead off and on until you were sound asleep.

“Do you want coffee?” You moaned as Thorin nuzzled your neck, his lips finding a sensitive spot.

“Uhh…yesss…” Your eyes fluttered closed as his hand dipped under your tank top, his thumb rubbing back and forth against your soft stomach.

“Mhm. And what about breakfast? Do you want something to eat?” Thorin whispered huskily in your ear, sending more shivers down your spine.

His hand moved further up your stomach, making you gasp as electricity shot up from your toes to your head.

“T-Thorin…” His little touches, soft and sweet, was making your body quake, and he wasn’t even being dirty in his touches.

“Yes Y/N? What can I help you with?” Your felt wetness between your legs and you spread them instinctively as Thorin’s other hand moved into your pj shorts, his fingers dipping between your thighs.

“I-I want…” Another wave of electricity shot through as Thorin pushed his hand against your core.

His thumb rubbed against your clit, slowly at first, as if he was testing the waters. When he heard you moan but not protest, Thorin kept up his motions, his forefinger brushing your swollen and wet lips.

“Tell me, sweetheart. What do you want?” You shuddered as he lips grazed the shell of your ear, whimpering at his husky tone.

You could feel little Thorin, actually big Thorin, pressed against your back, harder than ever. You pushed back against him, your head falling to his shoulder.

His finger dipped inside you, slowly working it’s way into your core. Thorin worked his hand against your swollen lips, encouraged by your gasps and moans.

“Oh God, Thorin…that feels so good.” You gripped his wrists and pushed the hand that was inside you, further down.

“I’ll finish then.” Thorin turned and started sucking on your neck, his tongue lapping at the places he lapped, cooling your hot skin.

“Please…Thorin Please…” You pleaded with him, your body and core clenching, desperately needing relief from him.

“Shh…Relax. Let me finish.” You whimpers, moaned and whined as he continued moving his fingers in and out of you, in no rush.

It was sensual and sexually invigorating having his fingers inside of you while he held you tight against him. It was the best sexual experience you’d had so far, and he was making sure you had a slow build to release.

“I’m so close Thorin…” Your hands tightened against his wrist as your pleasure kept building.

“Cum on my fingers, sweetheart.” Between Thorin’s husky voice and his fingers inside you, you couldn’t hold out any longer.

You moaned his name loudly and jerked your lower body against his hand. You squeezed his wrists, threw your head back against his shoulder and moaned loudly.

“You’re beautiful Y/N. You are so beautiful.” As your breathing evened out and you caught your breath, you pulled Thorin’s hand out of your pyjama shorts, turned, and kissed him.

“Yes. I would like coffee and breakfast. Thanks for asking.” You gave him another kiss, pat his cheek and turned towards the bathroom.

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A gift for @springtrap-trash i did this for you because I want you to know that god is by your side and an angel is holding you close keeping you safe from those demons trying to tear your mind apart. You keep your head up and you keep moving forward, people here that follow you and try to help you during those dark moments, they all care for you and want to help you go the right path. This is your life and your only one. Make it the best you can, those dreams you had when you where a kid are possible all you need to do is believe in yourself. When you wake up in the morning you look at yourself in the mirror and tell yourself “i am perfect just the way I am and nobody can say the opposite” you tell yourself that every morning or until it is burned in your head, and it’s true. If your day doesn’t go well tell yourself “today wasn’t good but tomorrow will be better” you make your own choices and it is your brick road you build. Your life is the only greatest thing you get and it’s only once. So make it the only shining star out there. The brightest. You are perfect in my eyes and many others and we all care for the person you are and are always here to help. All you need to do is believe in yourself and open up to others. Stepping out of the comfort zone is hard believe me autism gets in the way. But it’s best to open up to someone you trust and get the help you need to make your life the way you want. Being shy is normal being upset is normal and letting it out is okay as well. As long it isn’t harmful to you physically or mentally. Let those tears fall. So I will say it again and a thousand more times, you are perfect the way you are and you keep your head up and heart strong. Believe in yourself to accomplish your dreams. Follow them and don’t look back.

Better When It Feels Wrong - Chapter 2

Pairing: Samuel Drake x Reader x Reader’s friend

Warnings: Sin, sin, sin [threesome M/F/F]

Words:  1715

A/N: We wrote this together with @fhujami and we are warning you, this will be dirty! Please leave a comment what you think of it and if you want to read more…

Chapter 1

As this ‘Sam’ you met in a club about an hour ago was opening his apartment door, you were holding your friend’s hand, biting your lip and your panties all wet from the touch that man gave to you in the lift to upstairs - like you weren’t wet already before that.

But you really couldn’t believe you were doing this. This was something your friend might do, but not you. But yet, somehow you were stepping inside of a stranger’s apartment with your friend - while all the three of you were having the same thought, the same intention about what is going to happen inside of that apartment.

As the door got shut behind you, your friend’s hand left yours as she stepped closer to the man called Sam, wrapping her hands around his neck and kissing him.

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Go To Hell

John Laurens x Reader

“So how have you been doing man? Ever since you got hitched to Y/N?” Alex asked his friend as they all meet at the bar one late Friday night.

John laughed and threw back his shot, slamming the glass back onto the table and replying to his friend.

“It’s been great! I love her. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.”

Hercules sat down next to John with more drinks, patting him on the back.

“Sucks that she couldn’t make it tonight man. I would have loved to see her. Now, let’s get drunk.”


Setting your purse down as you entered your apartment you threw yourself onto the couch, sighing in relief as your body untensed.

It had been a stressful day at work, and you wished that you could have gone drinking with John and his friends, but you wanted to lay down for a while.


You wanted to sleep, so bad.

Grabbing your pajamas you hopped into the shower, letting the warm water run over your tired body. Dressing in your towel afterward you drank a glass of water and finished your nighttime preparations before crawling underneath your duvet.

‘I wish John was here,’ you thought to yourself. ‘I need a hug.’

You smiled to yourself.

‘I hope he’s having a good time.’


When you woke up the next the other side of the bed was still cold and empty. Like no one had ever gotten in it.

“Hello?” you called out. “John?”

No answer.

You picked up your phone, hoping that nothing was wrong. Your heart was beating out of your chest.

Then, it stopped.

When you opened a text from your friend Eliza you saw a picture that her sister had sent to her.

A picture of John.

Kissing another girl.

His hand up her shirt.

Drunk out of his mind apparently.

You didn’t know what to feel. You were hurt, angry. You wanted to cry, scream, and throw things around.

‘Can I come over?’ you texted Eliza.

‘Of course.’

You began to pack a bag, shoving in clothes, electronics, makeup, anything else essential to your destroyed life right about now.

You heard a door opened as you lifted your bag onto your shoulder.

“Y/N? Where are you going?” John asked as you stepped into the hallway.

“Where have you been? Wait don’t answer that. I know exactly where you’ve been. In bed. With another girl.”

You glared at him as his face morphed into one of confusion and shock.


“Save it.”

The two of you stood in silence. You were furious.

You moved towards the door, readying to leave.

“I can’t believe you. I gave you my heart but yet you smash it for some girl you just met! I can’t believe how much time I wasted on you. I hope you die in hell.”


















darlingthedevil68  asked:

Hey bendy, if ur going to Europe (hope I got that right XD lmao) won't you be away from your kit kat? ;c

“I WILL SOMEHOW SURVIVE FOUR FUCKING DAYS WITHOUT HER! Fucking hell everyone, how clingy do you think I am? It’s good to sometimes spend time apart doing your own things. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that shit.” - Bendy, who is struggling a little bit but pretending not to be because he doesn’t want to admit to himself he needs another person.

Stop stressing and making excuses for people who make it clear that they no longer want to be apart of your life. They obviously aren’t worth your time, so FUCK them! Continue slaying as per usual, and make them regret ever leaving.

anonymous asked:

Keitor on Halloween night sharing candy in couple costumes please and thank you

Okay so if any of you know what the costumes reference I will love you forever

ANYWAYS, since this is so late, and wayy past Halloween, I decided to formulate this elaborate mini-fic in my head. It’s under cut. (Also excuse my horrible characterization and writing. I’m doing this on a whim lol)

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Every Newsie needs a Girlsie 

I love Sky. 

Also, part 2?


You spent most  mornings walking your dog, Bacon, at the park beside your apartment. The two of you would walk for an hour or two then you’d find a place to sit and read, Bacon lying at your feet. The first morning you met Sky was a complete accident. Bacon had suddenly took off while you were reading. He’d never done that before so you were shocked but took after him seconds later.

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BTS Summaries - Agent Park Jimin

Scenario: Jimin is an undercover agent

Author: Moxie

- Jimin is assigned to infiltrate you in order to get close to your childhood friend who the FBI suspect of being the mafia kingpin

- He poses as your new neighbour and gets close to you, thanks to tampering with your apartment and turning off the water

- He builds your trust and you fall in love

- You find out that he’s been pretending and get upset

- Your childhood friend invites you to the Bahamas with him on short notice and because you’re angry at Jimin you go

- Jimin finds out, calls you up and demands you come back

- You hang up and don’t return any of his calls

- Your childhood friend hits on you one night and you see him for how dodgy and seedy he is. He’s in the Bahamas for a deal and he’s using you for cover

- You get angry and try to escape but he holds you hostage

- Jimin finds you and rescues you

No matter how many times you feel like quitting, like collapsing under all the weight you hold, you never give up. You never give up because you can see the light at the end of the tunnel, see graduation day all shining faces and clacking shoes, see the better job, the new apartment, the loving spouse. You hold hope in the tears you shed, in the shallow breaths you take when you feel like your world is falling apart. You hold hope in your ability to go beyond. And for that, you are more brave than I will ever be.
—  me, giving my best friend some advice (via. @reckins )

silveryink  asked:

Gah! I loved it! My guardian Herc is the best! "Please take care of yourself with him and a clumsy!reader?

“Son of a bitch!” You exclaim, looking down at the fresh new graze on your leg.

You’d tripped up the stairs to your apartment building, not stopping until you got inside to check the damage.

“Not again,” you groan, making your way to the sink so you can wash away the blood.

“Sit down,” Hercules’s voice sounds from behind you, making you jump.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, turning to find him frowning at you.

“I’m your guardian angel. I’m here to make sure you’re safe and unhurt. But now you’re hurt, so I’m here,” he says.

It’s clear he’s frustrated. This isn’t the first time he’s had to come and check on you after some little incident.

“You know you don’t have to come every time I fall or walk into something,” you tell him as you follow where he points and sit down on the couch.

“It’s my job Y/N,” he deadpans as he kneels in front of you and starts cleaning off the blood.

“I feel bad making you come out here all the time,” you admit, biting your lip.

“Just… please take care of yourself, you get hurt more often than anyone I’ve seen,” he says.

You swear you can see the tiniest hint of a smile on his face as he looks up at you.

“I’ll do my best I promise,” you say, smiling at him for the first time since meeting him.

you were just another cliché,
untouchable, immoral, dangerous.
the boy who smoked too much and drove too fast.
exactly the boy my mother had feared my whole life i would fall in love with.
and fall for you, i did.
you were the embodiment of danger and freedom,
you were flying down the highway at 100mph
you were seventeen shots of vodka in your hazy apartment
you were fucking without condoms,
you were against everything i believed in
and i swore your honey-dripping lips tasted like freedom
one time you told me you loved me as much as you believed in God,
and months later you confessed you never believed in any God.
it was then that i realized flying down the highway makes me sick to my stomach,
i am much better at making love than i am at fucking,
i don’t even like hard liquor.  
& all the freedom on your lips?  
it was just nicotine.
—  “chasing freedom” -k.m.k

anonymous asked:

ok i know you love tom, so imagine this: he's been away for filming for chaos walking for months now, so he decides to surprise you at your shared apartment with flowers, but when he comes home and finds you snuggled up in his shirt asleep on your bed, all he can do is drop everything and snuggle up right next to you, breathing in your scent that he's been dreaming about for weeks and wow, the smile on his face as he starts to fall asleep is too precious, omg

holy wow, i am crying rn

Wishes And Shooting Stars - Harrison Osterfield (Requested)

Request: Can i get literally any fluff with harrison? Dealers choice

A/N: Hopefully this is as fluffy as you were expecting anon!

Originally posted by distancefromhappiness

You smiled as you walked into your apartment, taking off your shoes and jacket as you held you and your boyfriend’s take out food in one hand. The only thing was, you could already smell something and panicked, the last time he tried to make something he might as well have burned the house down, at least when he made the pancake video he didn’t start a fire. He saved that for when someone was actually in the apartment with him.

“Haz? I so hope that’s a robber cooking himself dinner!” You said, hearing a laugh a few seconds later coming from the kitchen, so that’s where you headed with the bag if food still in your hands.

“If it helps love, I haven’t set anything on fire yet.” Your boyfriend said as you set the food down on the counter, looking at him suspiciously, you’ve never trusted him since the last time he cooked, hence why you bought take out today since you weren’t feeling up to cooking either.

“It’s the yet I’m worried about, but I bought take out, either one of them has to go, or we eat the take out and figure out what to do with whatever you making after that.” You said with a playful smile, looking to see what he was making anyway. And you swear you’ve never met someone so stupid before. “Haz, babe? Why are you making pizza in a frying pan?” You asked with a slight laugh, seeing him shrug in front of you.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time, I’m not too sure now.” Haz said as he looked down at the pizza, you laughed, shaking your head before looking up at him.

“You’re such a dumbass, we’re binning that.” You said, a smile on your face as you walked around your boyfriend, taking the handle of the frying pan and putting the pizza in the bin.

“Okay, I agree that was more than stupid, so what did you get Mrs. Perfect?” Haz asked and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Oh, so it’s Mrs. Perfect now, is it? Who’s the lucky guy?” You asked with a smile as Harrison took your hands in his.

“Pretty sure that would be me, that okay?” He asked and you smiled, kissing him before grabbing the bag of take out beside him.

“Hope you like Korean, that’s all I got.” You said and he smiled as he took the bag from you, leading you to the living room so you could watch a movie and eat as much food as you both could handle.


It had been an hour or two since you and Haz finally decided to settle down, and you suddenly woke up only to see that you had been asleep for around an hour, your legs still tangled with Harrison’s as your head lay on top of his chest.

You looked up and smiled, Haz’s hair had fallen partly in front of his face, a calm expression on his face with his mouth slightly parted, his breathing audible as it blew in your hair. You noticed that the stars were out tonight as well, deciding to take a closer look since you knew that you weren’t going back to sleep anytime soon.

You sat on the windowsill, looking up at all the twinkling stars in the almost black sky, it somehow made you calmer watching the stars, just seeing so many of them shine together made you feel something that was just short of what you felt when you were with the boy you loved.

“Y/N? You alright?” You heard Harrison ask behind you, among you turn around and smile at how tired he looked, eyes squinted at you even though there wasn’t anything shining in his face.

“Yeah, Haz, just watching the stars. Go back to sleep, you need it.” You said and he shook his head, wiping the sleep from his eyes before getting out of bed, walking towards you and wrapping his arms around you.

“Anything interesting going on up there?” Haz asked, a smile on his face as he watched the stars twinkle like you were doing just a second ago.

“Nothing much, they’re just being pretty.” You said and he looked down at you before resting his head on top of yours.

“Kind of like you then?” Haz asked and you nodded, smiling as you both returned to look at the sky, seeing a shooting star pass by.

“I wish Harrison was a better cook, your turn.” You said and Harrison looked down at you, making an offended face, but you could see the smile playing on his lips.

“Really? That’s what you wish for? All I ever wish for is you.” Harrison said before you laughed slightly, kissing him before going back to bed to cuddle. And possibly watch a few more movies before going back to sleep.


A/N: I hope this was what you were expecting anon, took me a while but I hope everyone likes it!