get your stupid face away from here

Stupid (Yoongi/Reader Fluff)

Summary: It’s 2:45 am and Min Yoongi’s at your door. Stupid.

(( Note: Lol, hey guys… Guess who’s not dead. *Me (I think)* Sorry I went on hiatus out of nowhere :/ Can’t say that I’m back officially because like the last time I said that I was gone three months after (hehe). So I’m semi back I guess? I’ve been missing those active Tumblr days so much, I wish I can be on more, idk what will happen in the future but I’ll try my best to post more scenarios and just overall be more active :) HOPEFULLY SMH—Also I know nothing about piano/music writing, I apologize for any mistakes and please please listen to the song it’s really pretty ))

Literally, what the hell.”

You stared at your best friend, completely dumbfounded by the fact that you were even staring at him considering that it was pitch black and cold as shit out. In other words, it was 2:45 in the morning and no other than Min Yoongi was standing there right in front of you, hands stuffed deep into his large coat along with a fluffy scarf wrapped countless times around his head, hot air from his mouth puffing out into the frozen winter air. 

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Oops | Archie Andrews

In which reader is totally in love with Archie and is basically the last person to find out about his relationshi(t) with Miss Grundy. 

warnings: cursing, teen angst

word count: 1244

for anon who requested numbers
29) “You still awake?”
48) “Don’t touch me!”
49) “Get away from me!”
82) “I thought you were nice.”
100) “Sit still, for the love of all that is holy.”

photo creds // @cruoribus
gif creds // @dailycwriverdale


You sat at Pop’s alone in the back booth stirring your strawberry milkshake, watching it melt slowly. You wouldn’t be able to tell people how long you’ve been sitting here, or how many times the cute frail waiter asked if you needed anything else. All you could think of was Archie.

Archie with his stupid soft hair and gorgeous face. The same Archie that was in a secret relationship with the seductress of a music teacher Miss Grundy. The same Archie that told you, his best friend, all his secrets. Or so you thought, considering you were the last person to find out what was happening with Miss Grundy. 

You had received a text from Betty asking if you would be in the same class now that Grundy was gone, and she was the one to break the news to you. She too was shocked that Archie hadn’t told you. She was the only one you had talked to in the past couple of hours while you skimmed through your thoughts. 

You heard the door open and felt a chill against your feet. You heard the voice of the last person you wanted to see right now.

“Y/N, thank God you’re okay! We’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Archie spoke and slid in the booth across you. You crossed your arms and sat straight. 

I thought you were nice. I thought we were best friends.” You muttered, looking dead into his deep brown eyes. You had to quickly look away, because your heart began to race. You couldn’t let those eyes distract you from what you had to say.

“We are best friends, Y/N. Where is this coming from?” he questioned, leaning forward onto his elbows. He furrowed his brows and looked as though he was trying to read your mind.

“Why did I have to hear from Betty that you were sexing up with Miss Grundy?” you snapped and started sipping your melted milkshake. 

“Why are you so mad about this? I don’t think you need to know every detail about my life, Y/N.” he scoffed and rolled his eyes. 

“We tell each other everything, Arch. What the hell, you know every damn thing about me. You even know when I had my fir-” you were cut off by Archie slamming his hand on the table. It startled you and you felt your words crushed in your throat.

“Yeah well, you tell me that on your own. I never asked! Shit, Y/N, you aren’t my parent or my girlfriend (or boyfriend, you know). Butt out of my life for once, just because your love life is shit doesn’t mean you can tell me how to run mine!” he stopped at once, looking up at you. You felt warmth on your cheeks and you ran the back of your hand over them.

“This is bullshit, Archie. I’m not going to sit here and have you yell about me caring for you. You know how much you mean to me, and yet you cut deeper and deeper. You know why my love life is shit, Arch. It’s because I love you too much to even give anyone else a second of my attention!” Without thinking you grabbed your now completely melted shake and threw it on him, tinting his face pinker than it already was. You grabbed your backpack and flung it over your shoulder as you ran for the door. 

You felt a cool, sticky hand grab yours and pull you back. You ripped your hand from his grip and wiped your eyes again.

Don’t touch me! Don’t look at me!” You shouted at him. 

“Come on Y/N/N, I’m sorry! Please.” He pleaded. 

Get away from me! And stay the hell away from me, I’m not joking.” You cried out and ran the rest of the way home. 


“I’ve gotta get to bed babes, I have a test tomorrow,” Veronica whispered over the phone. You sighed and looked at the clock. It was 2:47 in the morning. 

“Sorry to keep you up Ronnie, love you.” You smiled weakly and hung up the FaceTime call after she blew a kiss to you. 

You turned off your bedside lamp and pulled the blankets closer around you. As you started drifting to sleep, your phone illuminated the room. You lifted it and saw a text.

From Archiekins - You still awake? 

You did the first thing that came to mind, send him a picture of your middle finger raised. You locked the phone and slammed it on your bedside table. A few minutes later you heard a scratching at the window. 

‘That son of a bit-’ Your thoughts were cut off when Archie flung himself in your room wearing just a pair of tight grey sweatpants. 

“You idiot, you’re going to get a cold.” You scolded and threw your blanket at him. It was your habit, to take care of him. He grabbed it and walked over to your bed. He plopped himself on ‘his’ side of the bed and draped the fabric over the both of you. 

“I’m sorry. I was being inconsiderate. I was rude. I don’t know why you deal with me.” He looked up at the dark ceiling. His hand found yours under the blanket and he grabbed it with trembling fingers. 

“I don’t either.” You whispered, and wrapped your fingers around his, “Why didn’t you tell me? Be honest, Arch.” 

“I knew it would break you. I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you that deeply, and I went and did it anyway.” His leg started shaking, a nervous habit he’s had forever. You had no response, you just sat in the dark. You sat there for five minutes before you cracked.

Sit still, for the love of all that is holy.You moved and draped your body over his, “You know how nervous you make me when you’re nervous.” 

You looked down into his dark eyes, barely visible in the night. You felt your heartbeat quicken and you tried to calm yourself. You had already told him how you felt, you didn’t need to physically show him as well. 

His now warm hand rubbed your upper back in slow circles. It crawled up and settled on your neck, giving you goosebumps. He pulled himself up and pushed his lips against yours. Your breath stopped all together and he quickly pulled back. 

“Oops, you slipped.” He tried to joke with you. 

“Archie, don’t.” You warned and sat up straight, still straddling his body. 

“I love you. And don’t think I’m messing with you now because of what has happened. I’ve always loved you. Betty swore she thought you knew and Veronica and Kevin said they can smell the tension from a mile away. Honestly, Y/N/N, I love you. It took me almost losing you completely to finally tell you.” He told you, taking in deep breaths. 

“You’re a loser, Archie Andrews.” You smiled at him in the dark.

“I’m your loser though, Y/N Y/L/N.” He pulled your lips back to his and you pushed your hands against his bare chest.


You grinned to yourself as you tucked the blanket tighter around Archie. He sneezed and groaned. 

“Told you you’d catch a cold, you loser.” 


Please give feedback, this is my first time writing in a loooong time. xo

anonymous asked:

Hiii! Would you please write a Clony fic where Tony and Clay get caught making out?!? ❤️;)

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1 – Ryan Shaver

The first time Clay and Tony get caught making out is unfortunately, by Liberty High’s biggest gossip. It is about a month into sophomore year and so far Clay has managed to avoid being in something scandalous enough to be printed on the pages of the infamous ‘Lost and Found’ zine’, however there was no way he was going to avoid this one. It started about a month ago, this… thing he had with Tony. He couldn’t really put a label on what it was, all he knew was that it was fun and exciting, and Tony sure was a goddamn excellent kisser. So excellent, in fact, that Clay decided that waiting until after school to put his mouth on the other boy was far too long a stretch to go without.

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I Will Personally Put You In This Morgue! (Sherlock)

Request: Sherlock x reader. The reader has a prosthetic leg. Anderson calls her a freak 

Warning(s): prosthetic leg (obviously, if that even is a warning), slight language, insults 

Word Count: 1,589 (geez) 

Reader Gender: Female (if this was supposed to be male/nonbinary PLEASE TELL ME AND I WILL FIX IT) 

Authors Note: SO SO SO SORRY ON HOW LATE THIS IS! I’ve had a lot of schoolwork and I’ve been out, but here it is. It was also a little challenging to write so I hope I did it correctly. I hope you like this, anon. :) Personally I can’t stand Anderson so I love this. 

Another Authors Note: This takes place in “The Great Game” (s1e3) for reference. I tried to get it as close as possible, but I did have to change it up some for the request. :) 

“He’s not gay! Why do you have to spoil-he’s not!”

That’s what I hear as I step into the room. I see Molly standing at the end of a table. Sherlock is at the other end looking into a microscope, with John behind him. I had been outside of the building talking to Lestrade about the case, when John texted me, telling me to come in. Apparently, he had done that so that he would not be alone when this argument went down. Really, I had to walk all the way down here for this? 

“With that level of personal grooming?” Sherlock says, snorting. It comes off as a question, but I know he doesn’t mean it that way. He looks up from the microscope, and glances at me. His hand moves to gesture toward an empty chair, and I accept gratefully. I hope I’m not blushing too much at him helping me. 

“Because he puts a bit of product in his hair?” John asks, “I put product in my hair.” I giggle at how offended he looks. 

“You wash your hair,” Sherlock responds, “there’s a difference.” He turns to Molly. “No,no - tinted eyelashes; clear signs of taurine cream around the frown lines; those tired clubber’s eyes. Then there’s his underwear.” 

“His underwear?” Molly looks dumbfounded, raising her eyebrows as she speaks. I look at him too, wondering where he’s going with this. 

”Visible above the waistline – very visible; very particular brand,” He says, leaning toward the Petri dishes. He pulls out a slip of paper, then says: 

“That, plus the extremely suggestive fact that he just left his number under this dish her…and I’d say you’d better break it off now and save yourself the pain.” Damn. At least he’s thorough. Molly runs out of the room, and I turn to Sherlock. 

“Charming,” I say, rolling my eyes. Even though they’re blunt, I think it’s amazing how he is able to make his deductions. But, people get hurt sometimes. He looks over his shoulder at me. 

“Isn’t it kinder to save her the time?” He asks, and I shake my head. He shrugs and looks over to John. He points to the shoes, the actual case itself. 

“Off you go,” he says to John. The man looks surprised, but picks up the shoes to attempt to get as much information as possible. Sherlock gets up, walks over, and sits down next to me. 

“I still don’t quite understand how you manage to walk so well on that leg,” he says. His voice is slow, as if he’s trying not to offend me. Strange, I think, with others he wouldn’t care. I look over at him and shrug. 

“I’ve gotten used to it,” I say as I place my hand on the prosthetic. As I do, my mind goes back to the accident. Riding in the taxi, when another car runs into the side. My leg pinned, people trying to get me out, but I couldn’t. The pain, the excruciating pain all in my leg. When people finally got me out and got me to the hospital, only to be told I’d have to lose my leg. The grief that followed. 

A hand on my shoulder brings me back to reality. I look to see Sherlock looking at me. Maybe I’m imagining it, but I swear I saw concern all over his face. As I start to say something, the door opens. In walks Lestrade and the rest of the team, including the irritating Anderson. 

“Find anything?” Lestrade asks. He looks at John, but we all know the question is for any of us. Sherlock jumps up and walks to John. 

“Tell me what you’ve found, doctor,” Sherlock says. John starts rattling off different things to do with the shoes. I get up to go look at the Petri dish still under the microscope’s eye. As I walk over, I can feel eyes on me. People always look at me strangely, due to the way I walk, so it doesn’t faze me much. I sit down at the microscope and look into it, only for someone pull on my wrist. I look over, annoyed at being drawn away from the case, and see Anderson.

Stupid prick. I roll my eyes and pull my arm out of his grasp. When I head for the microscope, he pulls it away from me. Reaching to grab it, I step off of the stool. Thanks to my prosthetic, however, I lose my balance and have to grab onto the counter to stay upright. He smirks at me, then gets up in my face.

 “You’re pathetic, Y/N,” he sneers, “and a freak. You can’t do anything on your own. You think you’re smart but you’re as smart as a rock. Why don’t you do us a favor and hobble out of here, and let the professionals handle this?” I sit there, shocked into silence. The words cut through me like razors, and I fight back tears. 

Then, I hear a calm, but deadly voice. 

“John, take Y/N out please,” Sherlock says. “Everyone else out, except for Anderson.” I see Lestrade start to protest, but after seeing the look in his eyes, stays quiet. John walks over to me, and offers his arm. I accept, and he doesn’t complain when I put a lot of weight on him. He knows what Anderson said, and he understands that it hurt. Once we get out, I head to a bench. I sit down and put my face in my hands. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Then, I jump as I feel an arm around me. 

“Sorry,” John moves his arm. I shake my head. 

“It’s okay, just wasn’t expecting it,” I respond, “some comfort would be nice at the moment, actually.” He puts his arm back around me, and I lean in. Then, the yelling starts. 


I stare in disbelief at John. His eyes are wide, and he stands up. I realize then that my face has gotten hot. I stand up, being careful this time as to not lose my footing. Lestrade comes over to me, and places a hand on my back to guide me to the door of the room. He leans down towards my ear. 

“Just so you know, this means Sherlock likes you,” he whispers. I look at him, not knowing what to say. He sighs, then whispers: “That means you should ask him to dinner, then.” 

I open my mouth but once again say nothing, being met with a smirk by John. He knew this entire time, I think. We walk back into the morgue to see Anderson on the floor, unconscious. There’s blood on his face, from being hit by Sherlock. I look over at where he is sitting. I see something different in his eyes, something I’ve never seen before. John goes to him and whispers something to Sherlock. After, he motions for everyone to leave. As I start to walk out, John puts his hand on my shoulder. 

“Not you,” he says, smiling softly. He leaves, and I turn back to Sherlock. He looks back at me, then at his hands. They’re covered in blood. I walk to a sink in the corner of the morgue, and wet a cloth. Sitting down next to him, I put the cloth over his knuckles and hold it. He looks at me. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” he says quietly. I smile a little. 

“No, thank you, Sherlock,” I reply, “for defending me. You didn’t have to.” 

“That pig deserved every bit of it,” he responds quickly. “Besides, you should never have to hear all of those lies.” I feel my face heat up again. 

“Lestrade said I should buy you dinner to thank you,” I proceed cautiously.

“That would be lovely,” he says. I look at him to say something else, then notice that I’m only a few inches away from his face. Sherlock sees it the same time I do, and I know he can tell what I’m thinking. Yet, I’m still surprised when he leans in. I close my eyes, and our lips meet. The kiss is light, as if he’s afraid he will scare me off. Yet, there’s so much there, the sense that he deeply cares for me, but in a different form than how he cares for John. 

When we pull away, we sit there for a moment. Then, Sherlock starts to smile, and I start to laugh a little. He takes the cloth and throws it across the room. Instead of an arm, he offers his hand to me. I take it, and we walk over Anderson and out of the room. As we step out of the building, all I can think is, I can’t believe I just kissed Sherlock in a morgue, and my leg didn’t get in the way.

“Really pretty” - Dean X Reader Request

Request: Hey there. First and foremost: Your writing is so amazing! ♥ I’m so happy that requests are open and I was wondering if you would write a Dean x Reader story, where they rescue a girl and and take her back to the motel/bunker & she’s crushing on Dean and tries to “steal him away from the Reader” and eventually it gets too much for the Reader and the boys find out and throw the girl out and loads of angst and fluff? I know it’s kinda weird, so I totally understand if you don’t want to write it. ♥

A/N: I’m soooooo sorry this took so long to write, but I hope you like it! 💞

The girl slid along the cement almost like a ragdoll, and you winced as she hit the wall and fell unconscious. You inhaled deeply before standing up, wary of your injured back, and stumbled over to Sam, who was already leaning over the girl checking her pulse. Dean was close by, and after identifying his footsteps behind you, you felt a familiar hand on your back, steadying you. You smiled and let Dean lead you over to the girl. “Is she okay?” You rasped, concerned. Sam looked up at the two of you with a slight frown but an ultimate expression of relief.

“She’s fine, but I think she might’ve broken her leg.” Sam diagnosed, glancing at her leg, twisted at an unnatural angle in her ripped jeans. You nodded solemnly.

“Are we gonna wait for her to wake up? They could come back if we do.” You asked. Sam shook his head, and moved to pick up the girl, collecting her petite body in his arms.

“We don’t want to risk that. Let’s just get back to the bunker and hope she doesn’t wake up until we get there.”  

You nodded and smiled at Dean. “Sounds good. You think you could carry me to the car too babe?” Dean winked at you exaggeratedly and leaned down to pull your legs out from underneath you. You squealed and threw your arms around his neck, and Dean only chuckled gruffly in response.

The girl woke up a few hours later, alone in one of the bunker’s spare bedrooms. You couldn’t help but feel even the smallest bit of sympathy, as the Winchester brothers didn’t exactly pride themselves on their interior designing skills. Basically, the room was cold, unwelcoming, and creepy. She yelled out loudly, her call echoing throughout the bunker and attracting the attention of the three of you. Dean put his beer down on the table, pushed back a dusty lore book, and stood up. You sent a grateful smile his way as he clomped down the hallway, not making any attempt to be less intimidating to this poor girl.

After having to give the ‘monster’ talk for the 100th time, you were now back to researching. Considering the circumstances, the girl was taking it well, but to your discomfort she seemed to have taken a liking to Dean. She was currently sat practically on top of him, scanning the contents of a thick book, wide eyed and overwhelmed. You nudged Sam lightly, and he looked up, his face falling into a smile as his eyes landed on the girl pawning over your boyfriend. Sam raised an eyebrow and coughed. Neither Dean nor the girl noticed. You sniggered and went back you your laptop, scrolling through endless mythological blogs from all obscure corners of the internet.

Another loud crick filled the room as you adjusted your neck for the tenth time that hour. The bunker seriously needed chairs with more support. Sam sighed exasperatedly and pushed back his chair with a unsatisfactory squeak. “I’m going to check out the local library.” He remarked as he stood, beginning to stroll over towards the front door.

“Kay, seeya!” You yelled out, momentarily tearing your attention away from your keyboard. Dean waved a hand and grunted, engrossed in his reading. The door slammed behind him, and just as you were about to suggest going to interview some more locals, the girl made an observation that rendered you silent. It was almost like she had been waiting until Sam left.

“Did you know you’re like, really pretty? For a guy.” She giggled. You daren’t even look up to see Deans reaction. You couldn’t help but admit she spoke the truth, but seriously, in front of your boyfriend? To be fair, she didn’t know, but all the same, there’s a difference between a compliment and obvious gag inducing flirting. When you summoned enough willpower and trust in Dean, you glanced upwards from your screen to find the girl leaning over and running a hand through his hair.

Your heart sped up and you forced yourself to take a deep breath, quickly looking away from the girl who was currently draped around your boyfriend. Another giggle erupted from her mouth, and your head snapped over to her.

“Would you shut up? Please?” You hissed, staring right through her. Dean and the girl both looked over to you, displaying polar opposite reactions. The girl glared at you angrily, and Dean shot you an innocent, slightly confused smile. You rolled your eyes and looked back down at your laptop. This hunt better be over soon.  

When her delicate hand ended up resting on Dean’s forearm, that was when you cracked. You slammed the lid of your laptop shut, crossing your arms over your chest dramatically. “Dean!” This caught his attention, and he looked up at you, eyes widening as he finally understood the situation you had been placed in. He chuckled uncomfortably and looked at the girl.

“Hey, ah, if you didn’t know Y/N over here is actually my girlfriend.” He gestured to you proudly, the smile disintegrating from his face when he saw your expression of complete annoyance. The girl leaned back in her chair away from Dean, and you relaxed slightly.

“Really? Her?” she questioned, scrutinizing every inch of your body that was visible while sitting down. Your blood began to boil and the playful mood Dean was emitting disappeared instantly. He stood up, and motioned for her to as well. Somehow she still didn’t get the message, and continued her stupid giggles as she stood up from her chair. You pressed your nails down hard on your palms, trying to calm yourself down. Dean placed a hand high up on her back, and lightly nudged her, prompting her to walk. She went along with it, and let Dean lead her all the way up the stairs, with you watching. You relaxed fully again as you realized what was happening. A sound of protest erupted from the girl as Dean opened the front door and held out a hand paired with a sarcastic smile. Dean didn’t flinch, and the girl huffed and begrudgingly stepped outside. Dean watched her leave, making sure she stepped back from the door before he slammed it in her face.

The bang echoed down to you, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Dean waited a moment for her to retreat, then jogged back down the stairs. He came back down into the room, and addressed you with an amused look adorning his face.

“Good?” He smirked, running a hand through his hair, trying to remove every trace of her presence from his memory. You nodded and held out your arms in a grabby motion like a child. Dean scoffed, but walked over you anyway, taking a hold of your hands and pulling you up to standing position. You blushed under his earnest gaze and stretched up on your tiptoes to kiss him. “You are really pretty.” You whispered. Dean smirked cockily and met you in the middle to press his lips to your own. When you pulled apart, you couldn’t help yourself and giggled softly.

“Seriously? Now you’re all innocent and adorable?” He teased, eyes narrowing as he faked anger. His arms were now lazily snaked around your waist.

“Hey, it’s not my fault I want you all to myself! How did you not notice? She was all over you!” You defended yourself.

“Hey, even if she wasn’t a total megabitch, she was like 17 anyway!” Dean retorted.

“Ah! Shut up, she was 26!” You corrected, making your point by lightly pressing your pointer finger into his broad chest. Dean shook his head and went in for another kiss.

“You’ve always got me to yourself anyway darlin.”

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missing | tommy shelby

Please could you do something where the reader is married to Tommy but they have a bad fight and she storms off. She doesn’t come back hours later and Tommy is worried and sends everyone out to look for her. Arthur finds her passed out somewhere, panics, and can’t wake her up, so he carries her back to Tommy and Tommy looks after her until she wakes up.

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Originally posted by ohfuckyeahcillianmurphy

Things between you and Tommy hadn’t been the same since Grace had arrived in Small Heath. In all fairness, you had barely spoken two words to her so you couldn’t say that you hated her. However, the way that she acted around Tommy was enough to make you feel some negative feelings towards her. The way that she would wrap her arms around Tommy’s neck, or whisper things in his ear made you feel sick. It was obvious that she had feelings for Tommy and sometimes, you thought that maybe Tommy felt the same way. He wouldn’t tell her to back off when she got close to him and instead let her flirt with him.  

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anonymous asked:


this isn’t short oops i went overboard

  • how did this boy even make it into college
  • no rly. how
  • he did all his apps n stuff the day they were due and was still accepted into his top 3 can u even believe
  • currently dorming with minghao, who legit put a line of down the middle room and said “pass this line and i’ll shave one of your eyebrows off.”
  • mingyu thought he was joking. had to change his hairstyle to cover his missing eyebrow until it grew back (dw minghao took the tape down after bc he felt bad)
  • avid fan of partying…… gets invited to a lot of parties n while minghao is like “do u really have the time to party considering your grades?” mingyu is like “i always have time to party. n also ur coming with me just in case i get drunk as hell”
  • minghao just rolls with it bc he finds wasted!mingyu pretty funny. but minghao is a good person that keeps mingyu from doing stupid stuff whatta guy
  • anyways he’s at a party. and he’s wasted. minghao is trying his best to keep a watchful eye on him but he runs into his friend jun and gets sidetracked in a conversation. by the time he’s done talking he looks back and mingyu is g o n e
  • while minghao is panicking, mingyu is just sitting on the floor in the restroom upstairs bc he accidentally locked himself in and this boy is too sh*tfaced to figure out how to unlock it
  • and here’s the thing, ur at this party bc your friend dragged you along even tho you aren’t a party person
  • you didn’t want to ruin the fun so you just awkwardly stood in the corner of the room waiting for them to be ready 2 go home. unfortunately your friend is quite the Party Person.
  • after someone tries to yike with you, you were like “hell no.” and decided to lock yourself in the restroom until your friend was done doing whatever they were doing.
  • you make it upstairs and you twist the doorknob, n it twists but you can’t open it?? the host of the party walks by n they’re like “oh yeah it gets jammed sometimes you just gotta kick it a lil”
  • so you do that. n you hear a really loud *thud*
  • the door was jammed, but there was also someone leaning on it. you open the door all the way to see this guy just on the floor, perfectly still
  • you’re freaking out like “sh*t sh*t SH*T is he dead???? what do i do hfjdks”
  • but you see his eyes flutter open n he lifts his head off the ground a little to look at you and you’re like “oh thank god”
  • he slowly gets off the ground and walks towards you and you’re like “are you okay?? i didn’t mean to intrude, i just wanted to use the –”
  • and then you jUMP bc this random (but incredibly handsome) stranger puts his two hands on your shoulder and brings his pretty face close to yours
  • and its like you can smell how drunk he is and he’s like “omg…. u saved me i thought i was gonna d i e in here”
  • and you’re just standing there, frozen + flustered, n you’re like “it’s no problem,,, can i use the restroom now,,,”
  • but this boy is drunk n his face is slowly getting closer to yours n you’re panicking and suddenly someone pushes you aside and SMACKS the drunk boy in the face
  • and then he proceeds to turn around and give you this angelic smile like “sorry for my stupid friend! we’ll be going now!” and he drags mingyu away by the collar while muttering stuff in another language under his breath. (as he walks by u do hear him subtly say “i didn’t come all the way here from china to babysit a 19 yr old” lmfao)
  • and you’re standing there like. well. that was something.
  • the next morning mingyu’s at work (the campus coffee shop) with a pounding headache n minghao’s “i told you so” ringing in his ears
  • the party to him is kind of just a blur, and the only thing he remembers is that he was about to kiss?? someone cute???
  • anyways you had to stay up all night waiting for your friend to get tired out, so you decided to buy a cup of coffee on your way to class
  • the second you enter the cafe, the cashier greets you n when you look up to see them you almost drop all your books
  • it’s the same guy from last night. lowkey you’re like “… impossible” but his nametag reads “Mingyu” and you’re like “goddamnit it is him”
  • but he doesn’t seem to recognize you?? and it’s kind of a given considering how wasted he was lmfao
  • while mingyu takes your order, he’s doing occasional glances from the cup and your face and he’s like “huh…. they’re really… cute”
  • after he makes your drink he calls out your name and you approach the counter to take the drink from him and he’s like “sorry, but have we met before?? you seem really familiar”
  • part of you wants to say no but you straight up just say “…….. you got locked in the bathroom at the party yesterday and i let you out. you almost kissed me before your friend hit you in the face.”
  • and suddenly the blurry filter that covered the mystery face was gone and mingyu is like “oh……………………… sh*t”
  • next thing you know he’s spitting out apology after apology and he even offers to pay for your drinks for the next month and you’re like “chill you were drunk it’s fine” but he’s not “chill” in the slightest
  • watching him get all flustered and embarrassed is .. kind of cute.. bc he has this light tinge of pink on his face and you’re like.. ok he is handsome i have to admit that
  • you clearly have the upper hand in this situation + you’re already feelin kind of bold :^) so you ask for his sharpie and tell him to hold out his arm
  • mingyu thinks you’re going to write something like “i’m a drunk idiot” across his arm or something but his face goes from ….. to ???? when your write your number
  • you hand him his sharpie back and you’re like “take me on a date instead. i’ll let you kiss me then if it goes well.”
  • and then you leave and mingyu almost has an aneurysm the end
Helpless- Philip Hamilton X Reader

I walked down the street, clutching the Reynolds Pamphlet in my hands. I looked around, seeing that the street was littered with them and that almost everyone had one.

Alexander Hamilton had chosen to ruin his family and my mother just to save his name.

He had chosen to save his legacy rather than his wife and his children and I don’t know what that says about him as a person but it’s nothing good. I approached the house that I knew to be the Hamilton’s and I knocked, preparing myself for the door to not answer. They must’ve gotten a lot of visitors so it was obvious why they wouldn’t open the door.

Especially not to the daughter of the woman he was having an affair with.

The door swung open and I saw Philip, his eyes red but he smiled.

“Y/N. It’s good to see you.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” I whispered and he nodded. He exited the house, shutting the door quietly and he grabbed my hand and we walked to my home.

Nobody was home and that was probably for the best because I knew Philip would go off on my mother given the chance.

“How are you?” I asked him, knowing that it was a stupid question and he shook his head.

“I’m alright. My mom… she is devestated.”

“It’s okay if you aren’t alright… I know you are probably trying to be okay so you can be there for your mom.”

“I know I just…”

“Talk to me about it. Please.”

“He ruined my life!” Philip yelled angrily at me and I hugged him, knowing that it wasn’t me that he was angry at. It was his dad. He hugged me back as angry sobs racked his body.

“It is by no means okay what he did to you and your family… I mean he destroyed your lives.”

“He told the entire world how he cheated on my mom. He told the entire world how he had sex with this chick- your mother- in our house!”

“I know.”

“I hate him.” He sobbed and he continued crying on my shoulder, holding me tightly. “I mean he claims that he’ll be around for me and then nobody ever sees him because he’s always working.
When he isn’t he’s too busy having an affair to actually sleep in the same bed as my mom and he ends up missing practically all of my childhood over a stupid plan!” He screamed.

“How is your little sister taking it?”

“Angelica doesn’t understand how badly he screwed up but she understands that he did something bad. Speaking of which, Angelica- my mom’s sister is here as well.”

“All the way from London?”


“And he was selfish enough to think that she came here for him.”

“Guessing she didn’t take that so well.”

“Not at all. I should be getting back. My mom might need me.” He said and he pulled away from the hug and wiped his face.

“I understand. Please don’t do anything stupid.”

“I never do anything stupid.” He laughed although it sound empty. I stood up and walked him to the door, watching him depart down the street, watching his head turn at every single pamphlet that was littered.

Every single pamphlet that was published by Alexander Hamilton but for some reason still had my last name smeared across it.

3 years later.

“Philip what are you doing?” I cried, tears running down my face. He looked at me and sighed.

“Eacker talks about my father like that- I cannot let that slide.” He said stone faced.

“Don’t you dare do a thing. History will prove him wrong.” I begged him.

“They rake his name- my name through the mud. Strong words from George and someone should hold him to it.”

“He is not a maiden in need of defending! He is a grown man and if he has a problem with Eacker he can duel him himself.”

“You don’t even get it!”

“Get it? Your father destroyed my families name when he published that stupid pamphlet so I think that qualifies me to know what your name being dragged through the mud feels like.” I yelled back at him, hurt.

“Your mother is a seductress-”

“My dad called my mom a whore- your dad was the
one who decided to stay. He could’ve stopped at any time but he didn’t.”

“But he’s my family! And I can’t just let people talk shit about him!”

“If you try to fight everyone who has ever said something about your dad then you never stop fighting, where do you draw the line?”

“I should be going. The duel starts soon.” He said coldly.

“Don’t do this.”

“Do what? If I die you’re not gonna care.”

“Don’t you dare assume how I feel about you. I thought it was quite obvious my entire life how I felt but I suppose if you even thought for a second that I wasn’t gonna care than I was wrong.”

“How do you feel about me then?” He asked.

“You make me feel…”

Helpless. He was bleeding out and the wound was infected. I felt like I was intruding on his family and that I didn’t have any right to be here. And maybe I didn’t. I started sobbing and he grabbed my hand weakly.

“Y/N… I don’t have a dollar to my name, an acre a land, a troop to command or a dollop of fame… all I have is my honor… a tolerance for pain, a couple of college credits and my top notch brain… And I swear… the rest of my life I’ll never make you feel so…”

“Helpless. You make me feel helpless.” I told him, finding that the word fit.

Stay Alive for Me (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader) Part 2

Originally posted by thedivorcecrockpot

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Teenaged!Reader

Requested?: No

Prompt: Lin finds a teenage girl unconscious at his doorstep and decides to nurse her back to health. As her stay is extended, Lin finds himself attached to the troubled teen that captured his heart.

Words: 2000+

Warnings: Mighty Dad Lin, Mentions of abuse, STDs, rape, alcohol, and family death.

Masterlist // Part One


You slowly stirred, returning to reality from your fever-induced sleep. Your eyes opened slowly but closed again when the sunlight poured through the open window. After your eyes adjusted, you fully opened your eyes and sat up slowly. You immediately felt like you were burning up and you pushed the blanket off your body. You weren’t wearing the tank top, jeans, or shoes from yesterday, but a sweatshirt and sweatpants that were somewhat baggy on you. You felt dirty and your muscles ached. Where the hell were you?

You looked around the room. It was some sort of living space in an apartment. There was a doorway across the room that lead into a small hallway. You had a clear view of the front door. You could just bolt right through the hallway and leave. But, you need your clothes, money and your phone. Maybe the person, or people, that own this apartment have your phone? You needed to know who was here and why they changed you out of your clothes. 

You were so deep in thought that you didn’t acknowledge the man walking into the room until he snapped his fingers in front of your eyes, making you jump. You looked up and came face to face with your ‘savior’.

The man wasn’t too tall, a little shorter than your six-foot father. He was thin and pale, with shoulder-length dark-brown hair and matching brown eyes. He had a goatee that was dark and slowly growing out into a beard. He was dressed in a gray sweater and jeans, Mickey Mouse socks covering his feet. He held a mug of coffee in one hand while the other was tucked in his jeans pocket. You couldn’t help but notice that purple-almost-black circles under his eyes, making him look older than he was. He had to be somewhere in his thirties minimum.

“(Y/N)?” Lin asked softly, a concerned look on his face. “Are you okay?”

You blinked and slowly nodded. “Yeah… I’m sorry, how do you know my name? Have we met before?”

Lin shook his head. “You told me last night. But you were kinda half conscious and had a really high fever.” He then placed his hand on your forehead and frowned in concern. “Correction. You still have a high fever. We need to get you some medicine and some water.” 

You pushed his hand away and you stood, stumbling slightly but managing to stand straight. “Look, Mister….” You looked at him, realizing I didn’t know his name.

“Lin.” He responded. “Just call me Lin. ‘Mister’ makes me sound old.”

“Well, Lin, I appreciate you being concerned for me, but I need to go now. I’ve overstayed my welcome and need to be on my way. So, if you could let me have my clothes back and I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I can.” 

Lin smirked and he cocked an eyebrow. “How old are you, (Y/N)?”

“Fifteen.” You said. “But, I’m turning sixteen next Saturday.”

“Well, I can’t let a fifteen-almost-sixteen-year-old girl out in the horrid dangerous streets of New York. Especially with a high fever such as yours. So, I’ll let you leave once that fever is gone and your mom or dad show up to get you, okay?”

You frowned but nodded, crossing your arms across your chest like a pouting child. Lin chuckled, rolling his eyes. He motioned to follow him as he walked out of the room. You stumbled and wobbled, but managed to walk. You followed him into the kitchen and he had you sit down at the counter as he searched for something to eat in the fridge. You watched him for a few moments but then decided on looking around the room. You see two phones on the counter in front of you. They were both iPhones but one had a Hamilton case and the other had a Wicked case. You reached over and reached for the one with the Wicked case since that one was yours. You unlocked it and saw you had 34 missed calls from your dad. Your face went pale and your body began to shake. You were dead when you get home. Good thing you weren’t.

“Is something wrong, (Y/N)?”

You looked up and saw Lin watching you, concern in his eyes and his brows furrowed in a frown. You squirmed under his gaze, like a child being scolded by their parent. You didn’t know why. You were a pretty good liar and never showed weakness when people looked at you this way, making them believe you were okay. You tried mustering up your courage and tried to look emotionless but your shaking form and sweaty palms showed all of that fear and anxiety. Lin could read you like an open book. Whatever was on your phone was scaring you and causing you much stress, which would raise your fever if you didn’t calm down. He had to do something.

“No.” You said in a shaky voice. “M-My dad…. He’s w-w-worried.” You gulped down the lump in your throat.

“Well, of course, he’s worried!” Lin said with a chuckle. “If you were my kid, I’d be worried sick if you ran off without me knowing.” 

I bet you’d be a nicer dad, Lin. You thought. You then jumped when your phone started ringing. You looked down and saw your father’s smiling face looking back up at you. That photo was taken a few days before your mom left when you were barely nine. When he was a nicer dad. The caller ID read The Devil Incarnate XoX and you gulped, glancing up at Lin with a fearful look as you accepted the call. 

“Hey, dad-”

Don’t you ‘hey dad’ me, you stupid bitch!” Your father’s booming came through the speakers, causing you to hold the phone away from your ear. “Where the fuck are you?! You didn’t actually think you’d escape me without your stuff, huh?

“I-I..” You looked up at Lin, who had a shocked look on his face. You merely smiled sheepishly at him. “I’m at a friend’s place.”

Your father’s laughter made you frown and tears slowly filled your eyes. “Who would be friends with you? You’re pathetic (Y/N)! No one likes you or your ugly face! Now get your whore-ass back here or I’m calling the cops! And don’t think you won’t be punished when you get home! You got a leather belt with your stupid name written ALL over it!” Your father laughed again and then, he hung up the phone call. 

You let your phone fall backward onto the counter, screen facing up. You felt sick. Your stomach churned and bile rose up, making you stumble out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. As you heaved out what little food was in your stomach into the toilet, Lin watched you from the doorway, his face contorted into a face of anger and pity. You were just a child and you had to deal with that horrible man as a guardian. This explained all the bruises and cuts all over your body. You were so skinny too, possibly from forced starvation? You looked exhausted and you seemed to be disoriented from the fever. How could someone be so cruel and violent to their child? Who they have to love and protect? You didn’t deserve this. No one deserved to be hurt by those you loved them. Lin had never witnessed abuse first-hand but he has seen the effects and aftermath of it. Most of the victims ending their lives or dying by their wounds. Lin wasn’t gonna let a fifteen-year-old child die that same way.

“How long?” Lin asked after you finished emptying your stomach into the porcelain bowl. You were breathing heavily and the smell of vomited stomach acid engulfed you. You sat back, sweat forming at your hairline as you panted. You looked up at him and saw the concerned and angry look on his face. 

“S-Since my mom left.” You murmured, the room turning blurry from your tears. “I-I was only nine. L-Laurie was barely eight.”

“Laurie?” Lin asked,

“M-My little sister.” You whispered. “She’s gone now.” 

“Died? From her injuries?”

You shook your head slowly. “Walked out into oncoming traffic three months ago. She contracted an STD from my dad when he raped her. She couldn’t live with it. It was too much for her.” You whimpered and held back a sob. “She died in my arms. The ambulance wasn’t fast enough. I couldn’t protect her.”

Lin kneeled down next to you and placed a comforting hand on your head, squeezing your scalp lightly in a comforting manner. You weakly smiled as black spots clouded your vision and the room began to spin in a lazy tango as it started getting hotter and hotter. Lin placed his other hand on your forehead and his eyes widened. Your fever had risen a lot and he remembered you haven’t eaten, bathed, or even had any water. Thinking on his feet, Lin picked you up bridal style and raced over to his room, laying you down on his bed. He tucked you in and you mumbled something he couldn’t comprehend. 

“I’ll be right back, (Y/N).” Lin murmured, brushing hair out of your face. “Try and sleep, okay?” Your half-lidded eyes closed fully and he smiled softly before leaving the room. 

Lin then returned a few minutes later with all kinds of fever medicine he had in the cabinet. He also had a cup of water ready for you for when you woke up. You were sweating profusely so he stripped off the sweatshirt you were wearing, leaving you in your tank top and his sweatpants. You were very pale too and he kept checking your temperature every few minutes. He was worrying a lot about a girl he barely knew. All he knew about you was your name, your age, your sister’s death, and your asshole of a father. You were just a kid and have already gone through a lot for someone your age. Did something bad make your mom leave? Was your dad abusive before she left? Why did he hurt you? Your sister died recently, did he even care? Was she the only thing that kept you from leaving? What were you going to do now? All these questions were swarming through Lin’s head like bees in a beehive. You only ‘met’ last night and he was worried about you like you were his own child. Was it because he missed his son? Was the stress of his divorce getting to him? He needed to relax soon or else it’s gonna kill him. 

You mumbled and whimpered in your sleep as you shifted into a comfortable position before growing quiet. Lin looked at you, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath. He was surprised with how content you looked with such an awful fever. Were you sick before you got here? Did you not get the medicine you needed? What made you leave now and not earlier?

Lin shook his head, sending those thoughts away as he picked up his laptop from the floor. He plugged in his headphones as he opened Google. While you were sleeping, he was gonna get stuff done. He had a song to write for Disney. But one thing was for sure. 

He’s gonna nurse you back to health and then get you somewhere safe. 

That was his promise to you.

mocksammy  asked:

Situations: 13 Sentences: 1 with Steve Rogers please? Thank you beautiful!

13. expecting a child
1. “I’m with you for a reason, stupid.”

Originally posted by your-kylie-me



“Can you stop pacing like that? You’re making me nervous.”

Your boyfriend stopped in his tracks, immediately coming to sit next to you at the end of the bed. 

“Sorry, doll. Guess I’m a little anxious.” 

“Me too.” The two of you sat in silence for a moment, and Steve reached over to take your hand, rubbing small circles into your skin. It calmed you–for a few seconds, at least. And then you remembered the little stick sitting on the bathroom counter, just a few feet away, and instantly you were on edge again. Steve seemed to sense the tension rise in you again and he let go of your hand, wrapping an arm around your waist instead. He pressed his lips to your temple, then sighed as your tucked your head into the crook of his neck. 

“Do you regret it?” His voice was so quiet, you almost missed it. You pulled away from his, catching his eye. 

“Regret what?” 

“I mean, if you’re–and we’re gonna be–this is–”  He dropped his arm from around you, bringing his hands up to run them over his face. “This obviously wasn’t planned, I think that’s what I’m trying to say here.” 

“All I know is that I love you, and I will never regret that. I know we can deal with everything else,” you told him, grabbing his hands and gentle prying them away from his face. 

“You mean that?” He asked. 

“Of course I do. I’m with you for a reason, stupid,” you replied, smiling and bumping his shoulder with yours. He grinned back at you, then took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly through his mouth. 

“You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you said, getting ready to stand up. Steve held you back, jumping to his feet instead. 

“Let me?” You nodded, silent as you watched him make his way towards the bathroom. He flipped the light on, grabbing the pregnancy test from the counter and staring down at it. The seconds seemed to stretch into an eternity before he finally turned around, unshed tears glistening in his eyes and euphoric smile spreading slowly across his face. “We’re having a baby,” he whispered, spinning the stick around to show you. Even from across the room, you could make out two straight two lines in the little window, indicating positive results. In seconds, you were off the bed and on the other side of the room, practically jumping into his arms. The two of you connected in flurry of passion, hands sliding into hair and lips meeting lips. 

“I love you,” Steve mumbled against your mouth, leaning away from you enough to press a hand against your stomach. “Both of you.”

Em’s Birthday Drabbles!

Party Time.

Hello, Love bugs!

 Dan X Reader. Warnings- Smut, Swears, alcohol

 Don’t drink and fuck. Sober consent is important. 

Could you please write a fanfic where you’re at a party dancing with a friend who’s a guy and Dan gets like REALLY fucking jealous and you both leave and stuff? ;)))- anonymous

Finally, a night to let loose and be a hot drunk mess. About a week ago your friend asked you and Dan to come to her birthday party. It started at the bar where everyone got mildly shit faced. After the bar, your friend invited her really close group of friends back to her apartment. There was seven of you that piled into the cab to make your way to the second half of the party. You were sat in the back between Dan and another guy. Your brain was fuzzy but his name was most likely Jack. If it wasn’t Jack it was possibly Ben. Maybe you should know his name as his arm was rested around your shoulders.

 "I’m trying to not be a dick right now but what’s your name again?“ You say to the muscular guy who is much more drunk than yourself.

 "Jack. What’s yours again?” He was looking down at you as he was about as tall as Dan who already towers over yourself.

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Tricks and Treats(M)

BTS; Taehyung

Genre: Smut | slight fluff | Devilboy! AU

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Blood mention at the end

Description: Devilboy Taehyung comes out to play every Halloween and he just so happens to pick you up at a party, but when he keeps showing up after that, will it mean the end of his devilish ways?

A/N: I was tagged in this post here, to pick a prompt based off my birthday. thanks @cloudsofsonder for tagging me, this was so fun ;) I was going to post this on or before Halloween, but time got away from me lol Guys I honestly hoped that the ending would have turned out better than it did, but I hope you guys like it regardless :)

Originally posted by kths

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A Fan of What? Part 3

Author’s Note: Hey guys! Here it is, part three! I am really liking this series so far and I hope you all do to. As always, if you would like to be tagged in this series, send me an ask! I also have a forever tag list that you are more than welcome to join. 

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,000-ish

Warnings: Fluff, Language

The song used in this fic is “Tougher Than the Rest” by Bruce Springsteen. 

Summary: Jensen uses his fame to get the girl, but she has no idea who he his. But he’s not giving up so easily.

Chapter Summary: Before your date with Jensen, you start researching him with your friends. 

To get caught up, here is the masterlist!

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

“So what’s the deal with this guy?” Your friend stopped pouring the glass of wine immediately and looked at you like you were born yesterday. Currently, the both of you were sitting on your couch in your apartment with YouTube videos queued up of Jensen and the rest of the cast of his show at their…conventions. “And why are we watching YouTube videos of him?”

“Because,” She hissed, glaring at you. “You need to see how charming he his and why you need to go on this date with him, Y/N!” You rolled your eyes and took a large gulp of the merlot, then leaned back into the couch and sighed. “Get ready, because your world is about to be rocked by Jensen Ackles.”

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Finally Yours

Long, fluffy Jax imagine, with some heated smut :)

Originally posted by rideimagines

You and Jax had been best friends for about a year; Scratch that, you’d been in love with Jax for about a year. The two of you were inseparable. The moment you set eyes on him you were infatuated, and as you got to know him, you fell for him fast. Nothing has ever came of it though. The moment you’d think that he had finally realised your feelings, and that it was finally your turn to be with the man you loved, he’d have a new girl on his arm.

But as hard as it was watching him with other girls, you stuck around anyway, knowing that being his friend was better than being nothing at all.

It didn’t come without its risks though, and thats why you were currently sleeping on Jax’s sofa. You were walking home from work today when one of August Marks’ men showed up and tried to drag you into his car. Luckily, you managed to elbow him in the stomach and run into a local supermarket. You then hid in the toilets and called Jax, who told you to stay hidden until he came to get you.

Safe to say, it scared you a little bit. You were used to all the drama and trouble that comes with the club but nobody has ever physically harmed you before. Not wanting to make a big deal you told Jax it was fine, but he’d ignored you and told you he wasn’t leaving you with no protection, not until this all died down.

He’d offered you his bed, but you knew he needed the rest more than you did. The bags under his eyes and the long days at the clubhouse proving he was so invested and worried about the club, he wasn’t looking after himself.

Looking at your phone, the time shows it’s half one in the morning. You groan internally, knowing your mind is too active for you to sleep. You’d checked the doors and windows multiple times, the tiniest noises making you panic.

You bite your lip, contemplating whether to go into Jax’s room. Would he freak out? You didn’t want to scare him off or make him think you couldn’t deal with this life.

Suddenly you hear a dog bark in the distance, the noise making you jump. You shake your head, getting up and making your way to Jax’s room. Luckily, Gemma had Abel for the night, so you didn’t have to worry about possibly disturbing him by walking through the hall.

As you reach his bedroom door, your hand hovers over the handle for a moment. Should you really go in there? Would it be an overstepping of some sort of boundary?

Knowing you’re not going to get any sleep if you stay alone, and also knowing that Jax is so understanding and kind, you quietly open the door.

Upon entering, the room is dark, a sliver of light coming in through the parted curtain. Jax is lying on the right side of the bed, his back to you. You lightly close the door behind you, Jax turning to look at you. He obviously hadn’t been sleeping, either that or he’s just a very very light sleeper.

He sits up, combing his hair back with his fingers. His chest is bare, the duvet slipping, his Abel tattoo imprinted on his skin. “Is everything alright?” He asks calmly, fatigue laced in his words. You nod your head, smiling slightly at him.

“Yeah, sorry if I woke you. I’m just a bit jumpy. I probably sound like an idiot.” You quietly speak, still not moving from your position near the door. You knew it was a stupid idea to come in here. “I can go if you want.”

He smiles sadly at you, pulling the covers up, silently inviting you to get in. Your heart beats a little bit faster, as you walk over to the bed and get in. He’s only in his boxers, the sight of him so bare taking your breath away. You pull the covers over yourself, both of you on your sides facing one another.

“That shouldn’t have happened, today. I’m sorry it did, but nothing will happen to you from now on. I’ll look after you, darlin.” He speaks quietly, looking into your eyes, wanting you to feel and believe every word.

Your heart warms at the pet name, and the kindness of his words. You stop, reminding yourself that he’s saying these things as a friend, nothing more. No matter how he’s saying them, you know you trust and believe him, because your heart won’t let you do anything different.

“Thank you. It means a lot.” You blush at your close proximity, your faces just inches apart. “I’m guessing August Marks still isn’t very happy with you guys?” You question hesitantly, not wanting to pry too much.

Jax let’s out a long sigh. “I feel so lost,” he starts, his voice quite and timid. “I’ve got no idea what to do for the best when it comes to the club. I can’t look my son in the eye without feeling like a monster.” His eyes glaze over with tears, your heart clenching at the broken man before you. You feel so fortunate that he trusts you enough to be so open, his walls temporarily taken down just to let you in.

“You’re human, Jax. We all make mistakes, none of us know what we’re doing. Life doesn’t come with an instruction manual, a book of what’s right and wrong.” He watches you closely, taking in every word that comes out of your mouth. “Your son loves you, no matter the devils you carry on your shoulders. You need to stop beating yourself up and instead, take a moment to realise you’re doing the best that someone could do in your position.”

“You’re such a beautiful person, and the people who love you will see that, no matter what decisions you have to make.” You gently cup the side of his face, his eyes closing as he melts into your touch. He places his hand on top of yours, placing a small kiss to your palm before holding your hand within his own.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. You feel naked under his gaze, your insecurities eating away at you.

“How is it you always know what to say?” He whispers, a smile appearing on his face. You mirror his expression, butterflies in your stomach due to his compliment.

“I don’t. All I do is tell the truth. Sometimes it just takes someone else to help you see it for yourself.” You look at each other, your eyes taking the time to breathe him in. You can see each individual eyelash, each strand of blonde hair. Your gaze flickers down, his pink lips looking so kissable.

Catching yourself, you look back up to his eyes. He’s watching you intently, your body heating up under his watchful eye. His hand comes up, his fingertips softly pushing back a stray lock of hair, curling it behind your ear. Your eyes close subconsciously for a second, his touch so welcoming and awaited.

Your eyes can barely believe it when he starts leaning in. You follow his lead, both of you taking your time, as if the moment would be ruined if you didn’t.

Finally, his lips touch yours. You’re both cautious at first, softly experiencing each other for the first time. His fingers weave through your hair, pulling slightly as the kiss deepens. You lightly tug at his chain, the bullet cold between your fingers.

You lose yourself in one another, the kiss getting more heated as you each thirst for more. He moves one leg over you, resting his hands on either side of your head as he hovers over you, his tongue slipping past your lips. You push at the duvet covering him, your hands exploring his soft, broad back. You gently suckle on his lower lip, nibbling slightly, making him groan in appreciation.

You can feel him through his boxers, his boner touching your thigh. Throwing caution into the wind, you slip your hand past the barrier of fabric, taking him into your hand.

He moans quietly as you stroke him for the first time, his lips coming to suckle at your neck. You already know you’re going to have marks tomorrow, but you couldn’t care less, the thought of Jax leaving his mark making you moan. His facial hair tickles at your skin as you pump him, your thumb circling the head of his cock.

“Fuck (Y/N),” He moans, coming back meet his lips with yours. “Let me see you.“ He asks in between kisses, you nodding and taking your hand out of his underwear. Nerves bubble up in your stomach, worries that he’ll be repulsed by you when he sees you bare. You try to shake them off, knowing you’ll only ruin it for yourself if you don’t.

He starts to kiss down your body, peppering your collar bones with kisses. He grasps one of the straps of your tank top between his teeth, pulling it down leisurely. He uses his fingers to push it the rest of the way down, helping you to slip it off your arm completely. He repeats the process with the other strap, still making sure to grace your skin with his lips, every step of the way.

Once both of your arms are free, he looks at you, silently asking if it’s OK to continue. You grant him permission, your body hot and flustered from his attention.

He starts to pull down the top of your tank, exposing your breasts. He kisses the tops of them, leaving his marks all over, before he takes one of your nipples in his mouth. His hand comes up to knead the other, his fingers pinching and twisting at the bud. Your hands find home in his hair, lightly tugging at the locks as you close your eyes, reveling in the pleasure.

He continues his path, his hands pushing down your top, shorts and underwear as he kisses your stomach. You use your feet to remove the three items of clothing, you laying bare in front of him, him just in his black underwear.

He looks you up and down, his eyes drinking you in. “Damn, you’re so beautiful. How have I only just realised what a perfect woman I’ve had in front of me all this time?”

Your heart could burst, his words slipping through your ears and repeating themselves in your mind. Was this actually happening?

A soft kiss placed on your forehead brings you back to reality, Jax running his thumb across your lips before placing a gentle kiss there, too.

He sighs deeply, your full attention on him, waiting to see what he has to say. “I just want you to know, I don’t want this to be just sex. Just a one time thing. I want you to be my girl. You’ve stuck by me through so much shit, always looking after me and making sure I’m alright.“

“Abel loves you, my mom loves you, she’s been bugging me for months to grow some balls and ask you out. I guess I was just scared. Everyone I care about seems to leave, or get taken from me.” He swallows, a nervous expression on his face.

“I’m not going anywhere, Jackson. Sure, something could happen to me, but something could happen to any of us. Life is too short to be worrying constantly. I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you at TM when you purposely broke my break light so you could to give me a ride home.“ You tease, bringing your lips up to meet his.

He laughs loudly, your soul singing at the wonderful sound. “You knew about that? I thought it was pretty clever to be honest.” He boasts, nuzzling into your neck, placing a single kiss on your sweet spot.

You run your hand down his chest, his firm abs making you hum in appreciation. The sexual tension is immediately back, his teeth pulling at your skin as you wrap you push down the last piece of clothing. Your legs wrap around his waist, your hand slipping between the two of you to bring his shaft to your entrance.

No words are spoken as he pushes into you, your tight, warm walls taking all of him. Your mouth parts in pleasure, a gasp escaping as Jax grazes his beard against your skin, both of you basking in the feeling of him inside you.

You squeeze his biceps as he draws out, thrusting back into you deeply, your your nails probably leaving crescent shaped marks. He rests his forehead against yours, his lips hovering over yours but not touching. His thrusts are perfectly timed, long and deep, your body sinking into the sheets as he fills you up completely.

“Jax…“ You pant, your legs pulling him into you, your body arching to meet his thrusts.

“I know, baby.” His hand comes down to rub your clit, his lips kissing you once more. You’re a mess, hair sprawled on the pillow, perspiration droplets on your forehead. But you’ve never felt more beautiful, more cherished.

Your nails scratch at his back as you come, stars clouding your vision. Your walls clench around his cock, the sensation causing him to moan into your mouth. You’re overcome with pleasure, your whole body on cloud nine as you ride out your high.

“(Y/N), I’m gonna come.” He whispers, your teeth sucking where his jaw meets his neck, making a mark of your own. You tug at his blonde locks, scratching lightly at his scalp. With a grunt, you feel his warm liquid spill inside of you, your legs pulling him I’m deep. He kisses you deeply, passionately, once more before pulling out of you slowly and rolling over on his back. He covers you over with the duvet, pulling you into his side and kissing the top of your head.

You both lay in silence for a moment, taking everything in. You smile to yourself, tracing random patterns on his chest.

“I think I could get used to this.” He breaks the silence, his chest vibrating as he speaks.

You look up at him, a small smile present on his lips. “Me too.”

A/N - DAMNNNN I’ve spent like 4 days writing this! Quite happy with the outcome. Sorry if I do a lot of Jax, he’s my fave and I figure who could say no to him? ;) I got such an amazing response to my Happy imagine that I thought I’d include smut in this one too. Sorry if there are any mistakes, I just want to finally get this posted! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Xx

Better This Way (part 2/?)

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: None. Drama.

Words: 1,400

The next few days you avoided Daryl at all costs. When he walked into the cell block you could not get out of there fast enough. You constantly volunteered to take watches and to go on runs that didn’t involve Daryl. If keeping yourself busy meant that it would take your mind off of him, than so be it.

Today you decided to go on a run with Glenn and Maggie. You took your place in your usual spot in the backseat of the truck, while Glenn drove and Maggie sat up front with him. “So (Y/N) what is going on with you and Daryl?” Maggie asked turning around in her seat. You just shrugged and crossed your arms. “Come on (Y/N), we tell each other everything why are you being so distant with us? We’re your best friends.” she said. “I just don’t want to talk about it.” you replied looking at your hands. “Fine, but I know that you haven’t been yourself these past few days and neither has Daryl.” she stated. You looked up at her with curiosity when she mentioned Daryl. “Ha! Got you there.” Maggie smiled at you cheekily. “Ok, ok I’ll tell you when we get back.” you replied giving in. “Come on! We at least have another hour until we reach the next town. I need some gossip.” she said with a pouty face. “I gotta know what happened too.” Glenn added in laughing. “You guys are the worst.” you stated but couldn’t stop yourself from laughing.”Why hide anything from them? They’re your family.” you thought to yourself.

Once you had pulled into the small town Glenn and Maggie were up to date on your predicament.


“I still can’t believe he said that to you.” Maggie said while you both were scanning the various items on the shelves that looked useful. Maggie sighed when you didn’t answer. She knew how much you cared about Daryl. “I’m going to check the back to see what else we can get.” you said, Maggie nodded and went back over to where Glenn was.

“Deodorant yes, shampoo yes, tampons yes please.” you said to yourself as you were throwing the items into your bag. “Drop your bags there girl.” a strange voice said from behind. You slowly turned around, dropping your bags on the floor and putting your hands up. “Damn look at what we have here.” the man said walking around you in circles. “Hey Mike! Look what I found.” The other man came over to you and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, making you shudder. “Don’t fucking touch me.” you commanded. “Whew we’re gonna have fun with this one huh?” he said with a sick grin on his face. “Hey! Get the hell away from her!” you heard Glenn shout. The man pulled you against him and held a knife to your throat. “Now, now don’t you worry, we might bring her back to you.”

Without thinking you stomped on his foot and slammed the back of your head into his face. “Ah! You fucking bitch!” he said bringing his hands up to his face letting you go. You ran as fast as you could towards Glenn and Maggie. You were almost there when you heard a loud bang and felt a sharp, excruciating pain in your left shoulder. You stood there in shock for a second before you fell to the ground. “(Y/N)! Maggie go get the car now!” Glenn yelled while running over to you. “It’s going to be ok. Everything’s going to be ok.” he repeated over and over again, putting pressure against your wound. The last thing you remember was Glenn picking you up and running towards the truck, then, darkness.


“Open the gates! Open the gates!” Maggie yelled honking the horn. “What the hell is goin’ on?” Daryl asked in confusion as Maggie practically leapt out of the truck. “It’s (Y/N). She’s been shot!” she told him quickly and Daryls eyes widened at the news. “No, not her.” Daryl thought to himself instantly taking off towards Glenn who was carrying you unconscious. “Here, lemme take ‘er.” Daryl said and Glenn handed you over to him. Within seconds Daryl was covered in your blood. He ran as fast as he could and called for Hershel in hysterics. “Put her here.” Hershel hurriedly said, pushing everything off of the nearby table. Daryl carefully placed you on the table, letting Hershel get to work. He backed up against the wall, slid down and put his face into his hands.


“I should have told ya, from the beginnin’.” Daryl said standing in front of your grave with tears running down his face. “I love ya (Y/N).. Ya once asked me what I was afraid of and tha’ was it. Jus’ sayin’ those three words. Fuckin’ stupid.” he muttered, wiping away the tears from his eyes.

He remembered back to when he first met you at the farm. You were not like the others, everyone pegged him as a typical douchebag redneck, but you never did. You were always kind and caring towards him, you even put up with his gruff remarks- it never fazed you. You were actually the only one that could make him smile, or even laugh. You knew what kind of person Daryl really was, you saw right through him. Now his beautiful girl was gone. Just ripped out of his life with no warning.

“Please come back to me.” Daryl said dropping to his knees and grabbing handfuls of dirt beneath him. “You promised you would protect her, you’re a liar!” Carl said standing next to him. “She was my best friend and it’s all your fault that she’s gone! If you were only there for her she would still be here!” Carl shouted. “You’re a liar! Liar, liar, li”-


“Daryl, wake up.” Maggie said putting her hand on his shoulder. Daryl woke up with a start and looked around trying to get his bearings. “What the hell, that felt so real?” he thought. There was a long pause between the two of them before Daryl broke the silence. “She dead?” he asked without any emotion in his voice. “No, she’s going to be ok. The shot went clean through. Dad just finished stitching her up.” Maggie said. Daryl nodded. “She lost a lot of blood though, it’s a miracle she survived that.” she added running a hand through her hair. Another long moment passed. “You should tell her you know. How you really feel about her.” Maggie told him matter of factly, clearly noticing the way he acted when he found out you were hurt. He gave her an unreadable expression before she walked away.

Later when everyone was eating dinner Daryl snuck off to check on you. He quietly stepped into your cell and saw you peacefully sleeping. He took a seat right by your bunk and watched your slightly parted lips take soft breaths. He also noticed the rather large bandage covering your left shoulder making him frown. He was going to find those motherfuckers if it was the last thing he did. 

Daryl hesitated before he gently slipped his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers with his. He was in his own little world watching his thumb brush back and forth over the top of your hand. He hadn’t even noticed that you woke up and were staring at him in fascination.

“Hey.” you whispered. “Hi.” Daryl barely croaked out. He looked into your eyes with such intense emotion, you tried your hardest not to look away. “‘mm sorry.. for the way I treated ya.” he said while biting on his thumb, a nervous habit he’d picked up. “I forgive you.” you replied, squeezing his hand a little bit. He looked at you surprised that you had let him off that easily, knowing he would probably never get used to your forgiving nature.

“These.” you said, putting your index finger against his lips. “Need to be on these.” you told him, touching your own lips. Daryl smirked at you a little before he bent down and placed a tender kiss on your lips.

Here’s part 2! Let me know if you’d like a part 3! Hopefully some smut in the next one. Thank you all for the reviews :).

Tags: @jedishrubbery @posiemax  

anonymous asked:

When has Jensen ever unnecessarily touched misha? I think it's always misha doing the unnecessary touching lol

I ship Cockles like I’m floating a boat in the ocean itself, so I can’t say this post will be entirely objective (it’s really not at all). there is, however, some input from my mother, who absolutely does not ship the thing.

short answer to your question: Jensen touches Misha unnecessarily all the time.

let me start by providing examples from convention photo ops: here! or here!

or here or here or here or here or here or here or here or here or here or here or here or here or here (seriously, that last one. in what universe is that considered a necessary touch?)

but boy, that barely skims the surface. don’t even get me started on the gifs

may I introduce you to Mr “get your stupid adorable face away from me” Ackles

and Mr “omfg!! Misha is the funniest thing that ever happened to me – oops I touched him!!!! oh god frick what do I do with my hands now??” Ackles

Mr “were you born in a barn?” Ackles

Mr “I wanted to kiss you but I had to detour and kiss Jim Beaver first in case anyone noticed I made a beeline for you” Ackles (+ this)

Mr “I like your stubble, also hello people at home, this is my pet Misha he is mine” Ackles

Mr “quit moving Dmitri I’m trying to grope your ass” Ackles (don’t believe what you’re seeing? look at this)

Mr “I’mma spread my legs really fuckin wide to make room for my massive balls but actually I’m just trying to noogie your knee with my knee” Ackles

Mr “look at my buddy here with his nice suit and strong shoulders that feel super sturdy when I pat them” Ackles (x)

Mr “look out haters!! check out how much I love this guy!!” Ackles

and these??? 99% sure they’re unscripted 

(also this and this)

(or that time Jensen went in for a kiss)

and lest we forget this gem:

Mr “I drape myself over you as a testament to my cuddly blanket-like affection” Ackles

the point is, while it’s true that Misha touches Jensen A LOT, Jensen also touches Misha A LOT. between the two of them they average out touching each other A HELLUVA LOT. Jensen’s touches tend to be “accidental” or “I swear I had a purpose with this” most of the time, or he attempts to hide them or make them look jokey, whereas Misha doesn’t conceal that he touches Jensen to reassure him or comfort him or to provoke him. Jensen doesn’t seem to know what he’s doing other than “I must touch him any way I can”.

and he goes out of his way to do it, too. he’ll reach over extraordinary distances just to make a tiny bit of contact, or change direction on the stage, or align himself in exactly the right way so he can put his hands on Misha while a fan is between them. it’s quite impressive the effort he puts into it, really. or maybe it’s effortless. maybe it’s natural for him and he doesn’t even think about it - which makes the fact he does it so often even more interesting.

my mother is determined to sink the good ship Cockles, and assures me that Jensen only touches Misha so much because he’s shy and nervous and he needs security.

well, not to disappoint her or anything, but that is a perfectly valid reason to touch someone. if Jensen’s touching Misha for security… goddamn, that’s adorable.

and calling them security-related touches doesn’t negate the fact that Jensen touches Misha practically all the time if he can get away with it.

(see: nearly all photo ops where they’re together).

I also think they’re slightly possessive touches, particularly in the photo ops, and with the face-stroking. Misha gives himself to other people a lot, he kind of throws his soul at them sometimes, so Jensen does he best to ground him, and grounds himself while he’s at it.

Jensen said at jibcon that he used to hold himself back from fans and not let the love in - and I think these touches are a way to remind both Misha and himself that “we have to stick together and hold tight so we don’t lose ourselves to this friendly but scary, slightly invasive bunch of people”.

what’s classified as a “necessary” touch, though? looking at these images, I’d say the majority of touches outside of the photo ops are not specifically meant to be comforting, reassuring, life-affirming, used to help, aid or abet in any way, nor are they obviously for Misha’s benefit. it rather seems as though Jensen touches Misha just because he likes it and he can.

does that make them necessary? …well, Jensen seems to think so.

Unhappy Happy

Protective and angry Happy imagine, with some cheeky smut at the end ;)

You sit at the bar, bottle of beer in front of you and a frown on your face.

The MC had thrown a party to celebrate one of their new business deals, so naturally Happy had invited you and you’d came along.

However, on the drive over here, you and Happy had gotten into an argument. He’d been in a pissy mood as soon as he’d got home and you, being your argumentative ass self, found yourself quickly getting irritated. The argument was stupid and immature, but either way you’d both separated and had stayed away from each other for the whole hour you’d been at Diosa.

Taking a sip of your drink, you rested your head on your hand, wishing you could just put your stubbornness aside and apologise. You missed your Old Man and no matter who’s fault it was, you knew you’d spend the rest of the night being miserable if you didn’t spend it in his arms.

“Mind if I sit?” You look to the side, seeing an unfamiliar man standing beside you. You didn’t recognise him, figuring he was just one of the clients. You nod, trying to muster a smile so you don’t look so miserable. He smiles back, sitting beside you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He asks, swirling around the whiskey in his glass. You laugh dryly, looking at him. You had to admit, he was handsome, but he was no Happy.

“You haven’t got enough pennies.” He chuckles, as you turn to look at the cause of your problems. There he stood, playing pool with Jax, not even caring about your whereabouts or company.

That’s what you thought, anyway. Little did you know, Happy had been keeping an eye on you since you’d got here, and he’d spotted the man talking to you as soon as he had started to approach you.

“What you gonna do about that, brother?” Jax questioned Happy, before aiming his pool cue and taking his turn. Happy just continued to eye you. He wanted to walk over and gauge the man’s eyes out for even speaking to you.

“Nothing, for now.”

Fifteen minutes passed and you decide to go and find your grumpy other half, knowing you couldn’t be without him for long.

Scanning around the room, you hoped you’d see your boyfriend, but he wasn’t anywhere in sight. You see Juice walking through the back doors, so you decide to go and talk to him. As you turn to stand, you feel a hand on your thigh. Freezing in place, you raise your eyebrows at the man.

“Where you going, babe?” He asks, still not moving his hand. You push his hand off your leg, standing up.

“I’m going to find my old man.“ You try to smile, unsuccessfully, and turn to walk again but he grabs your wrist.

“You can’t just go when you’ve been talking to me and leading me on.” He tightened his grip as you try to pull away. Panicking, you pull harder, your wrist hurting from him squeezing so hard.

“You’re hurting me you dick. Let me fucking go!” You shout, guests turning to look at the commotion.

“Oi!” You hear Jax’s angry shout, turning to see him and Happy taking quick, long strides over to you. You breathe a sigh of relief, never feeling so happy to see your boyfriend so angry.

Happy instantly pushes you behind him, yanking the man out of his seat by his shirt, while Jax checks to see if you’re OK. After reassuring him you’re fine, he gently pushes you into the arms of Chibs, while he goes to stand with Hap. Chibs puts his arm around your waist, protecting you but also giving him a way to hold you if you try to get involved.

“You think you’re big, laying your hands on my girl?” Happy growls, slamming the creep into the bar. The man smirks, obviously not realising he’s about to feel the full wrath of The Killer.

“Let’s take this outside shall we, brother? We don’t need an audience.” You look around, some of the guests with fear in their eyes and panic on their faces. Other people were used to things like this happening, so they were calm. Bobby and Tig were standing a few steps away, ready to assist if need be.

After a few more seconds of his deathly stare, Happy grunts, Jax dragging the man outside by the scruff of his neck. Your man looks at you as he passes, squeezing your hip and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Go with Chibs, I’ll be back soon.“ With that he walks out, going to teach the man a lesson that everyone should know. Nobody touches his woman.

As the door to Nero’s office opens, you look up to Happy walking in. You get up, walking to meet him as he shuts the door. His hands weave round your lower back as yours go around his neck, bodies pressed against each other. You release a sigh of relief, the simple touch of him calming you down. He rests his head on your shoulder, as you place a kiss to his neck.

“I’m sorry.” You say, pulling back to look into his eyes, your arms and his keeping each other close.

“Don’t apologise, baby girl. Nothing about tonight has been your fault. I’m sorry for being an ass and for not looking after you when I should’ve.” He brings his lips to yours, his hands slipping down to squeeze your backside as you pull on the hair at the nape of his neck.

He lifts you up, your legs wrapping around him as he places you on the desk. His hands move to your hair, playfully tugging on your ponytail to expose your neck. His lips nip, suck and kiss at your skin, your eyes closing as you bite your lip. You tug at his shirt, him getting the hint as he separates, quickly pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it across the room. You thanked your lucky stars that the blinds were closed.

His lips attach back to yours, your tongue slipping into his mouth. You get up from the desk, pushing him gently so he lands on the sofa behind him. You smirk at him, slowly pulling off your shirt as he watches you, hunger in his eyes. You undo the button on your jeans, turning around and pushing your jeans down, bending over to tease Happy even further.

Standing in just your bra and panties, you walk over to the door, locking it so you wouldn’t be disturbed. Your turn around, the sight of Happy palming the bulge in his pants making you weak at the knees.

“Come over here, kitten.” Happy growls, opening his arms invitingly. You saunter over to him, making sure to sway your hips as you pull your hair tie out, your hair falling messily around your shoulders. You straddle him, his hands finding your ass again, squeezing as you roll your hips. His head drops back, your bitten lips peppering kisses on his chest as you continue your movements.

“I need you, Hap. I’m so wet for you.” You whisper in his ear, nibbling at the lobe. His hand slips down to your underwear, his fingertips moving your thong to the side as he sinks his fingers into you. You moan as he curls his fingertips, pulling out and bringing his hand to his lips. He sucks your juices off his fingers, your eyes locked on his as you watch him.

“You always taste so good, baby. If I wasn’t so hard right now I’d make you come with my tongue.” His words make you even wetter if that’s possible, as you stand up, him copying you and getting his jeans and boots off in record time. Unclipping your bra and slipping off your panties, you drop them both to the ground. He sits back down, pulling you to him.

You climb back on to his lap, closing your eyes in bliss as he fills you up. You both moan, his raspy voice like music to your ears.

“Fuck, Hap.” Digging your nails into his shoulders, you slowly lift up, grinding back down onto him. He squeezes your waist, his teeth gently biting your bottom lip. You move, rolling your hips as he thrusts up to meet you, both of you pouring your love into your movements. His lips are everywhere, leaving an invisible trail, claiming your body as his, as if it wasn’t already.

You both take your time, lost in one another as you make love. Marks are left, both claiming your territory as you bring each other closer to the edge.

“You feel so good, Princess. I love being the one to make you feel this way, being able to watch your face as you come for me.” You move faster, his raw words making you hungry for your high. He knows your body too well, his fingers moving down to rub your clit as he thrusts into you.

“Come for me, kitten.” His words are like a trigger, your body convulsing as you release, his lips sucking at your neck. He grunts, and you feel him empty himself inside you. You watch his face, feeling so lucky that you’ve got this man to call yours.

“I love you, Happy.” You stroke his cheek, placing a single kiss to his collarbone.

“And I love you, (Y/N).

Yikesssss! Hope you guys liked this!! The smut wasn’t planned but it felt right so I just went with it lmao. Havent proof read yet so hopefully there are no mistakes. Hope you like! Requests are always open X

fic: etchings

pair: iwa ღ oikawa
notes: soulmate au. where when you write something on your skin, it will show up on your soulmate’s skin as well [].

Oikawa is only a child when he picks up a pen, flips over his best friend’s hand, and draws a cluster of stars on the inside of his wrist. The boys stare, transfixed, at what they see unfold before their eyes.

Following that, it becomes a favorite pass-time.

Iwa-chan’s body is a canvas, and Oikawa delights in tracing patterns over his skin: stars and scribbles and superhero phrases, things he copies from his volleyball magazines and things he lets his imagination bring to life.

His mother is stern with him, once. “Stop that, Tooru. You’ll give Hajime-kun ink poisoning at this rate.”

Both boys hesitate, trading secret glances, before Oikawa turns over his own hand to show off the cluster of fading stars drawn on the inside of his wrist. “But it’s so cool, look. Whatever I draw on Iwa-chan shows up on me too! It’s like—magic!”

Keep reading


A/n: This may be considered triggering, please read at your own risk.

Inspired from @horrificmemes and their Obsession Sentence Starters//

Originally posted by gotjimin

You woke up in a room that was pitch black. You could hear the sounds of water falling onto the floor. You tried to move but you soon realized that your hands were tied behind your back.

Panic began to set in as you realized that you were alone, in a dark room, tied to a chair with no memory of how or why your there.

“Hello! Is anybody there!?” You screamed out. 

“Somebody help me please!” You cried. 

You heard a door open and you searched around to see it, “Hello! Please help me! I don’t know where I am, please help me!”

You heard footsteps approach you as your heart began to beat even faster. 

A hand ghosted its fingers over your shoulders, your neck, and your lips.

“Please don’t hurt me.” You whispered out, sniffling.

“I would never hurt you Y/n. I love you.” A man said.

You squinted your eyes in opens to see something, but all you saw was darkness.

“Do you know why you’re here?” He asked, moving your hair from one side to the other.

“” You flinched, trying to get as far away from him as possible. 

He yanked your shoulders straight and leaned down to you, he was so close you could feel his breath on your face.

“Do you think I’m stupid? I know you met up with the guy today. You know I thought that you would eventually stop but you never did. Noo, you kept meeting him, you kept testing me.” He growled out, “And this is what happens when you test me.”

You started to cry harder as he wiped your tears.

“Oh no no no. Please don’t cry, baby. Your Jiminie is here. I’ll make everything all better. I promise, princess.” He hushed you as he caressed your face.

Your puffy eyes went wide, “Jimin?” 

He chuckled and kissed your forehead, “Who else did you think it was sweetheart?”

“I thought you were in jail..” You said, trying to back your face away from him.

“They let me out on good behavior. Don’t worry babe, I know that you didn’t mean to call the cops on me. I’m not mad at you, baby.” He said, kissing your cheeks. 

“Jimin..” He cut you off, tapping your lips.

“What is my name?” He said with a stern voice. 

“…Baby..” He smiled again and tapped your nose.

“Baby, could you turn on the lights? I really want to see your face.” You lied, you wanted to see if there was anything you could use to get out of here.

“Of course I can.” He said and left from infront of you. 

All of a sudden the lights came on and you shut your eyes. 

The light was too bright.

Jimin rushed over to you and covered you from the light, “Aish, I’m sorry jagi.” He said and his voice got deeper, “God, I’m so stupid! Stupid Stupid Stupid Jimin!” He cried, backing away from you and hitting his own head. 

You noticed the knife in his pocket and decided the only thing you need was to get out of the chair and find the door.

“No, baby. Don’t do that. Come on, let me go so I can hold you.’’ You said and Jimin agreed, sniffling and cutting the ropes off you. 

You slid down and held his head in your lap, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. No one compares to you.” He cried.

Your heart ached to see the man you once loved become so broken, but that was the thing he wasn’t the man you used t love he was a different person. A dangerous person.

You coo’d him and played with his hair as you looked around the room. You found the door, it was on the other side of the room.

‘’I love you, Y/n.’’ He said. 

You reached down and grabbed the knife, planting it inside his knee. 

He screamed in pain as you threw him off you and you ran towards the door.

The last thing you heard from him was him screaming, “I JUST WANT YOU TO LOVE ME!” 


5 years later.

You were smiling down at your little baby girl as she played with her daddy in the living room.

“Hey babe, can you grab me some water?” He asked. 

You giggled and nodded, getting up and going to the kitchen. 

You looked out the window and wondered what ever happened to Jimin, where he was or how he was doing. 

Shaking the feeling off you headed back into the living room with your husband’s water. 

Little did you know Jimin was watching you from the window. He hid when he heard you come into the kitchen and when you left he stood there, watching you. 

 He never stopped watching you.