he's like a wounded puppy

Roses - Fred Weasley

Prompt: Ravenclaw reader has been receiving gifts from an anonymous sender and after her friend drags her to the second match of the Triwizard Tournament, their identity is revealed.

Word count: 7,305 (sorry I got carried away)

Warnings: Maybe two swear words, other than that nothing

A bouquet of luscious red rose tied together rested against the door frame. Your breath hitched in your throat as your school work fell from your hands. They collided with the floor in an instant creating an echoing crash to follow.

Most cases you would have rushed to pick them up but the gift contained all your attention. Your fingers pressed to the side of your jaw, the palm of your hand covering your mouth to mask the gasp.

You scanned the hallway searching for any form of life. The empty corridor suggested no lead on as to who dropped the surprise off. Although there was a note attached to the clear plastic outer layer.

Bending down at the knees you plucked the thick card from the envelope and flipped it open. Excitement flooded you like a schoolgirl receiving a valentine. Not that this was too far from reality.

You unfolded the card gleefully yearning to see who the sender was. The tilted black cursive reflected opposite to the chicken scratch you had been gifted with the week before. This was neat, almost as if it had come fresh from a typewriter.

Keep reading

Open Ending | R.M.

 imagine requested by @ladyannikki

Summary: In which you get paired up for a project with Reggie friggin’ Mantle, and you just so happen to witness the duration & the aftermath of the scene in 1x02

Keep reading

Be warned: ANY sign can be a fuckboi
  • LOOK FOR THESE red flags:
  • Aries: If he moves wayyyyyyyy too fast. He’ll be the type to send dick pics way too soon. He’ll be moving you guys to the bedroom before you feel like either of you know each other. Like as if he'd be happy having sex with ANYONE in that moment.
  • Taruas: He won’t put forth any effort. The king of “netflix and chill.”
  • Gemini: The king of snapchatting you photos of himself 24/7. You’ll be flattered by how much attention he gives you on social networks sites but then when you guys hang out in real life, his eyes are still glued to his phone, probably snapchatting some other girls. Sorry, hun. Delete his snapchat, kik, instagram, twitter, tumblr and Facebook account and find a better Gemini. They're out there, trust me.
  • Cancer: He'll act like y'all are dating, but don't be fooled. When you want to take the relationship to the next step or want him to be accountable for his actions, he might emotionally manipulate you by whining about how his mom never loved him or how life is so rough for him. He's the king of playing the victim role. Tell him to grow up and get outta there.
  • Leo: He talks about himself. Even when you're talking, he still somehow is talking about himself. He'll be uninterested when you talk about your hobbies. He'll basically be a narcissist. It's hard not to fall for him because he's handsome and so damn cultured and interesting, but believe me, he's not worth it if he doesn't try to get to know you. You shouldn't have to force him to get to know you.
  • Virgo: Tells you how you should look and behave And yet HE’S the hotmess. If you see his room is a mess or if he's not ambitious, RUN. The thing to notice here is that he'll act like you should be grateful for his "helpful" tips, but he'll get pissed if you tell him how he can get his shit together. He dosent want to get his shit together. He just wants to stay a nervous wreck. He probably has a drinking or drug problem.
  • Libra: He’ll be romantic at first and tell you all the right things. But if you see him a few weeks later talking to some girl and you get a feeling he’s flirting without disclosing he's in a relationship, HE IS. He’ll be fickle as fuck too. If he keeps rescheduling dates without a justifiable excuse, FUCKBOI ALERT.
  • Scorpio: He might pull the wounded-puppy card like a cancer man. He’ll try to seduce you but before you get under the sheets with this sneaky scorpion, ask him about his hobbies. Scorpios are artistic but a fuckboi-scorpio probably has poetry, drawings or music about his ex that he isn’t over and will somehow find it flattering to show it to you. Tell him his poetry is nice AND THEN GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE.
  • Sagittarius: His tinder says “looking for fun”. He’s aloof af. He may take you out with him to that one party or concert, but you have a feeling you’re not really WITH him. You’re just a piece of furniture that he’ll lean on every now and then. Oh and he probably won’t introduce you to his friends. You'll just be standing awkwardly.
  • Capricorn: If he tells you he doesn’t want kids until his late 40′s. You may think ‘well that's fine, I don't want to get married anytime soon- we can just date until then’ But what he’s really saying is he’ll just call you up as a booty call when he’s not too tired after work OR if none of his gaming friends are available. He may call you his girlfriend and act like a gentlemen. But if you two NEVER go on dates that don't involve getting groped at the movies or on his couch HE’S A FUCKBOI. Don't be hypnotized bc he has a car and a fancy job. His excuses for not seeing you might be something like,“I’m really stressed and busy with work… " but if he wanted to have you in his life, he would make the time.
  • Aquariaus: He’ll be like a sag- aloof and carefree. Very charming. And awkward. He's that guy who seems mysterious because he'll be distant sometimes. He'll be the opposite of a Leo and get to know you but he has no plans of actual commitment, he's just curious and find you interesting. Sadly, a fuckboi aqua has a short attention span. He probally won’t follow through with plans like the other air signs.
  • Pisces: He’ll whine about his previous broken relationships and read you his sad poetry like the cancer and pisces. Except HE won’t make the first move. He’ll probablly get drunk and hope you’ll be the one to make a move.
  • -
  • Not all guys are fuckbois. So I’m not saying every guy will be like this. These are just the red flags to look out for. BE WARNED AND GOD BLESS
  • Say it with me “I am better than a fuckboi”. Say it until you believe it.
Dangerous Obsession.

Request from anon:An imagine where the Avengers (from CACW) and Y/N go out to a restaurant. Hydra wants to eliminate her so they send Rumlow undercover to poison her drink. She is also Bucky’s girlfriend and Rumlow has an obsession with her but also wants to kill her because she is with Bucky. Anyway once she gets poisoned Bucky gets angry and holds Y/N while help comes. While the others find out it was Rumlow and go after him. But things end well so it’s all good. Sorry this is long but thank you!

The Avengers x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Words: 2,109

Warnings: Violence, language, angst, mention of injury and threat to life. Think that’s everything!

Disclaimer: First GIF was made by me any others used were not so all credit goes to their creators <3

Clouds of perfume hung in the air of your room as you finished getting yourself ready for the dinner you had all been invited to. You weren’t entirely convinced that it was a good idea for the whole Avengers team to be heading out of the tower but when Tony was paying how could you refuse?

“Doll I hate to sound like an old ma-“

“Buck you are an old man.”

Your boyfriend sent a playful scowl in your direction as he sat on the edge of the bed you shared before grabbing one of the pillows and launching it at you. With quick reflexes you caught the item before it could hit you and you poked your tongue out at him in a smug way.

“Anyway as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…is there a reason as to why you are drowning yourself in that perfume?”

You immediately stopped spraying once he spoke, pursing your lips slightly, before placing the bottle down onto your dresser.

Keep reading

Obsidian (V)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Taehyung (V)

Rating: R (violent imagery, abuse)

Word Count: 5,812

Summary: The world of magic is divided into dark and light, witches and warlocks, choice and fate. You’re a prodigy of light, a witch who works within the police force. You’ve heard of Taehyung in passing, spoken in whispers as the warlock of dark who has the world holding it’s breath.  All this changes on the night you’re assigned as security for a mysterious singer named V and you come face to face with Taehyung himself. What happens after that might be fate.

Originally posted by chimtae

Keep reading

Another Day On The Job

A/N: I just had this Idea in my head and I had to write it. I know I’m not the best at doing one-shots or imagines or whatever you wanna call this, but I made one :) No harm is meant towards Jensen and his family. Feedback is always appreciated. Thank you to bu beta @thorne93.

Characters: Reader x Jensen, Jared.

Warnings: None really.. Fluff.

Wordcount: 2483

Imagine taking care of Jensen when he’s sick.

 *Not my GIF*

Originally posted by thejabberwock

You were truly living the dream. Four months ago you had started to work for the TV show, Supernatural, as Jensen Ackles’ personal assistant, and you loved every second of it. Of course the hours were long and there was a lot of down time, but it was also exciting and busy. Your job was mostly to get Jensen from A to B when he was filming, bring him coffee, keep track of his engagements… that sort of thing, but you loved it. Added bonus was that you got to spend a lot of time with him, which was great considering the ginormous crush you had on the guy.

You had had a few other PS jobs in the past on different shows and one movie, but this was a completely different experience altogether. Everyone was so nice and including, even Jared and Jensen who were the leads of the show made sure to make everyone welcome.

It was a beautiful, sunny morning in Vancouver and you were making your way to Jensen’s trailer to get him up and ready for makeup, a large coffee in one hand and today’s schedule in the other. Waking Jensen up in the morning wasn’t one of your regular tasks, but he had been working until dawn and he had asked you to come wake him up if he didn’t meet you at the coffee stand by 7am. So that’s what you did. You put the clipboard between your legs to free up your hand so you could knock on his door.

“Jensen? Are you up yet?” you said in a loud voice.

Keep reading

BTS Reactions - You Self Harm

Warning - May be upsetting to some readers

You jump as you hear the front door shut - he’s home early from work. Quickly you wrap up your wrist before he can see, and kick the first aid box under the bed. You’re not ready to tell him yet. You exit your bedroom, and find him standing right in front of your door. Behind your back, you pull your sleeves down, hoping he didn’t see. He did. He also saw the trickle of blood from where you didn’t quite patch it up fully.

Keep reading

Rocking the Boat (Jared Kleinman X Reader)

WARNING: HEAVY HEAVY SMUT, like damn. Also light scratching and slapping. Also swearing.

Being on a cruise should be fun, right? Like this should be an enjoyable experience. But as you watched a bunch of middle aged people drunkenly try to keep in time with Mambo No5 you couldn’t take anymore and stretched your legs on the deck. The sun was setting and it looked sort of beautiful over the ocean. Your parents had been invited by business partners who you pretended to know the name of as you’d been dragged a long.

You were polite and had nodded kindly at their stories about accounting and stocks, but now they were drunk you had dropped the ‘proper demeanour.’ You leaned out and let the breeze hit you, whipping your hair behind you. You bend over the rails to let the salt water whip around you to try and wake yourself up.

“You’re gonna fall in.” A voice calls behind you. You turn your head around to see some douche in a SnapBack cap and sunglasses. He’s holding a martini and wearing a blazer and shorts. You cock an eyebrow and he steps forward, “also when you bend like that you can totally see up your dress.” He wiggles his eyebrows and and scoff and turn back around, trying to control the red blush growing in your face, “can I help you with something?” You snap.

He moves to stand next to you; his who body turned to face you, “you looked just as bored as me.” You glance down at his half empty drink, “you seem pretty well entertained.” He sets the martini down on a near by table and shrugs, “why aren’t you drinking?” He asks. You turn to face him, “I’m not getting drunk with my parents and their co-workers.” There’s a tone of mocking in your voice that he’s either ignoring or just doesn’t pick up on.

“I’m Jared.” He stands closer to you and lowers his sunglasses, “(Y/N).” you inform him curtly and he leans in further, “you wanna get outta here?”

You squint, “we’re… On a boat?” You feel yourself laugh as he blushes and looks away, “oh right.” You watch his confidence deflates from him like some sort of wounded puppy, when he isn’t trying so hard to be an asshole he’s pretty… cute.

“whatever.” He cuts and you press your lips together. Maybe it’s the guilt or maybe it’s pure boredom, but you feel a little sorry for him. You look out into the horizon, “could you really see up my dress or was that just you being weird?” You ask. A smirk plays on his face as he looks up, “no you could totally see. White thong.” He whispered the last sentence and you feel yourself turn pink.

You clear your throat and glance back towards the room with all the other men and women on the cruise trying to do a botched group dance. You look back at him and bite your lip, “when you suggested getting out of here… What did you have in mind?”


You slam into the disabled bathroom stall as he locks the door behind you, he grabs and kisses you as you pin him against the wall. He pushes his hands up your dress and claws at your ass, looping his fingers around the sides of your thong. You kiss and bite down his neck as you tear off his stupid fucking blazer and throw his hat to the floor. There’s a moment between the breathless panting where you look at each other as if to ask if your both really going to do this. However it doesn’t last long as you your hand lightly along the tent in his shorts and he unbuckled his belt. He freezes, “I don’t have protection.” He breaths and you shake your head, “I’m on the pill. Are you like… Clean?” He nods and you nod in return, “me too.” You pull his shorts down and he props you up against the handle on the wall.

He rips your thong off and runs his hand up the inside of your thigh, eventually brushing against your clit. You gasp inadvertently and he chuckles, “you like that?” He asks and you gulp. The blood rushes away from your head as you breath out and nod. He pushes two fingers inside you, easing in and curling his fingers up. You push your mouth into his shoulder to stop yourself from moaning too loud. If anyone found out about this there’d be hell. You grab at the back of his shirt and he rubs his thumb lightly in your clit.

You hum and pull at his hair as you breath heavily into his ear, “J-Jared.” You whisper as he paws at your boobs, groping them with almost frustration. You push your hips against him and he goes deeper inside you, moving his thumb faster and faster in circles until your vision goes white and you close your eyes. Leaning against the wall as you cum and gripping the handle that your sitting in. You pant hard, “oh oh my god.” You groan louder than you’d like to be and he kisses your neck, shushing you quietly, looking insanely arrogant “you can’t be such a screamer when we’re fucking in secret.”

He pulls out his fingers and pushes his dick slowly inside you. You wince and tighten automatically and he lets out a loud sigh, “Holy fuck!”

You grin at him, “you can’t be such a screamer when we’re fuck- ohh god.” Your retort is cut short by him thrusting into you. You lean your head back and he grabs your waist, lifting you into of him as he sat on the lid of the toilet. You grind on top of him and he pushes up into you. He drags his nails down your spine while holding your lower back. He kisses your chest and you ride him, holding onto the wall.

He pushes further against type g-spot as his lips trace down your chest. Sucking and biting at you as you lean your head back, “don’t leave… Any… Marks.” You’re trying hard not to shout and he grins into you, “don’t tell me what to do.” He goes to keep leaving small bruises and you pull his hair so that his head is back and slap him across the face. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to leave a pink hand-print, “I said don’t leave any marks.”

He grabs you by the hips and and grinds himself into you as he pulls lightly on your hair. You gasp into the air as he ran his hands up your thigh and you feel yourself tighten around him. He rests his head against your shoulder as he pants, “fuck, oh fuck.”

You can feel yourself getting breathless as your thrusting becomes less rhythmic as you start to moan, covering your mouth with your hand. He stands up and you wrap your legs around his hips. He lifts you against the door and his thrusts become sloppy. He’s losing his control as you feel yourself go lightheaded again and a buzz formed around your brain as you cum for a second time. He moans into your neck as he quickly follows suit, cumming inside you.

“Holy shit.” He grunts through gritted teeth as you feel him shudder. Holding you tight and kissing your jaw. You slowly untangle your legs from his hips as he gently sets you down. You pull your dress down and look away flushed as he buttons up his shirt, “that was… Intense.” You can’t help but quietly laugh to yourself. He nods; looking equally bemused by how things had escalated, “yeah, you slapped me.”

“Sorry.” You say automatically, and he shook his head; “no it was… It was really hot.” He was smiling and leaned against the stall wall. You tried to smooth out your hair, “you’re still kind of an ass.” You remind him and he shrugged, “you’re still kind of a bitch. I don’t think either of us are looking for a relationship here.” He watches you adjust your bra and you look up at him, eyebrow cocked, “so what exactly do you think I’m looking for?”

He opened the door and looked behind him, “you being dragged to the company Christmas party this year?” He asked. You were, and you’d been dreading it. You nod slowly and he takes your hand and places something in it, “I’ll see you there.” He shuts the door of the toilet behind him and leaves.

You uncurl your fingers to see your own thong in your hand. That dick. Next time your hitting him harder.

You Me Her

1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 

Chapter Eight: Adam

Word Count: 2759

↠ ♥ ↞

Two weeks after Kade’s party, where Riley kissed Caitlin, the brunette lightly skips down the halls of school in pursuit of her two best friends, Kai and Noah. Riley finds them on the bench seat by the hole, the two Juniors sit shoulder to shoulder, a laptop resting on Kai’s knee as they both huddle together watching something. Laughter drifting towards Riley as she approaches. 

The two weren’t overdosing in PDA by any means but they looked so happy and content. Both teens lift their gazes once they notice Riley’s presence. 

“You look extra smiley today, Sunshine.” Noah highlights with a grin of his own.

“Any reason in particular?” Kai pats the space beside him on the bench. 

With a soft smile Riley takes the seat and simply states, “I think I’m ready to date.“ 

Keep reading

Stop worrying about the ‘what ifs’ // Daryl x EDS!Reader

Prompt: Hi I was wondering if you could do a daryl and reader were the reader has a condition it’s called EDS People with hEDS may have: joint hypermobility loose, unstable joints that dislocate easily joint painandclicking joints extreme tiredness (fatigue) skin that bruises easily digestive problems, such as heartburn and constipation dizziness and an increased heart rate after standing up problems with internal organs, such as mitral valve prolapse or organ she also went through early menopause

 A/N: I really hope this is okay, I googled a little bit about EDS before I wrote this to try and write an accurate fic for you guys!

Word Count: 1182

Warnings : Angst, some fluff

Send me a Negan or Daryl prompt!xox

Originally posted by prettymuchdixonalready

“What happened?” Daryl asked, his voice lapped with concern as he ran the back of his hand down your face with a feather light touch.

You shrugged through a strained yawn, your whole body protesting at the small movement. “It was nothing.”

“It was far from nothin’ Y/N,” Rick piped up as he strode into the room. “You fainted whilst on watch, bruised up your left side, caught your shoulder on the fall too, dislocated it.”

Daryl’s stern gaze bored into you, making you shrink further down under the covers, before his eyes snapped up to Rick’s.

“Yeah and why weren’t no one on watch with her?” he growled.

“Tobin was,” Rick answered, feeling uneasy under the hunter’s deadly stare. “He wasn’t quick enough to catch her.”

“Figures,” Daryl grunted. “Lumberjacks like him ain’t exactly the most agile.”

“Daryl it’s fine,” you spoke up softly, placing a weak hand on his forearm. “It’s no one’s fault.”

Daryl wanted to argue the matter, but he didn’t want to put your body under more stress than it was already in.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Rick eventually said, catching the door handle and shutting it behind him.

“It’s not the worst thing to have happened,” you said when Daryl offered up nothing more to the conversation. “I’ll be back on my feet by tomorrow.”

“The hell ya will,” Daryl almost snarled, but he managed to keep his voice gentle. “Yer ass needs ta rest.”

“There’s only so much rest can fix, this isn’t going away Daryl.”

Daryl knew you were right but for months he’d been in denial, trying to keep you wrapped in cotton wool, lead a sheltered life…but that wasn’t one you wanted. He didn’t mean to care about you as much as he did either, it just sort of…happened. From that first day he’d found you in the woods, practically on your deathbed, Daryl had stayed with you day and night, waiting to see if you’d wake up. Once you woke, it was like no one else in the goddamn world mattered. You’d told him of your condition, expecting him to show you the usual pity most did, but instead of seeing that familiar sympathy in his eyes, you saw admiration, and you came to learn that was not something Daryl Dixon often offered.

Daryl saw that there was more to you than just your condition, you were brave, generous, funny, sometimes even flirty (that one always caught him off guard). Although you two had never made anything official, you knew he was all but yours. He went out on countless runs at the beginning, looking for more pain medication, more blood pressure tablets, anything to alleviate the symptoms you were facing on a day to day basis.

You hated it. The thought of him putting his life on the line just to try and help you made you feel guilt to the pit of your stomach. It took a while but eventually he stopped going on so many runs, using that time to hang out with you instead, although you knew sometimes he was being over cautious, not trusting of anyone in case something bad did happen to you.

It had taken time to convince him that he needed to trust you, you wanted to help out, take watches, help garden, help teach the kids about knife safety. You needed a purpose, something more than sitting inside, wasting your days away with Daryl by your side, as much fun as it was.

He understood your need for freedom, berating himself for trying to control you. You told him you didn’t see it as him trying to control you, he just cared for you, and that was something you hadn’t experienced in a long time. Daryl blushed and ducked his head when you said it, murmuring an affirmation, saying he cared more than you knew.

You couldn’t help but fall in love with him after that, in the short space of a few months he’d become your best friend, someone you’d trust with your life. He wasn’t big on the verbal admission but his actions reflected that he felt the same. Gentle face caresses when he had to leave for runs; his hand searching out yours when you were walking side by side; him valiantly scooping you into his arms and plopping you softly onto your bed each evening, his excuse being he thought you might have been a bit tired. He knew that wasn’t the case, he just revelled in the feeling of you nuzzling into his hard form, kissing him on the cheek before he retired to his own room.

“I don’t know what I can do to stop it Y/N,” Daryl whispered, bringing you out of your wandering thoughts.

“You can’t stop it,” you murmured, letting a hand sift through his long hair. “I’m okay.”

“But what if next time yer not?” he asked in a pained expression, his eyes like a wounded puppy dog.

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Same could be said for you. We live in the apocalypse Daryl, no one knows if they’ll be here tomorrow. Stop worrying about the ‘what ifs’ and just be here in the now, please.”

Your begging tone made his eyes snap up to yours, a small nod following after.

Your hand that was tangled in his hair came down to cup his cheek, the pad of your thumb tracing his cheekbone.

Daryl couldn’t help himself, he turned into your touch, skin tingling at the feather light touch of your fingers running across his face, pressing a lingering kiss to your palm, lips trailing back and forth.

You felt a jolt of electricity spark through your veins at his caress, acting on instinct as you tugged at his jaw, ushering his face closer to your own.

Daryl quickly understood what you were doing, no words exchanged between you as he tilted his head gradually towards yours. You could feel your heart fluttering, in the best way possible, as Daryl’s eyes closed, breaching the last of the distance between you.

His lips were soft and willing, moving with slow, deep movements that had you yearning for more.

His hand skimmed the side of your neck, holding you close to him as he finally pulled away.

“I love you.” The words were out of your mouth before you even had a chance to think about them and you wanted to face palm yourself for even allowing them to slip free.

“Love ya too, Y/N,” he rasped with a quirk of a smile, noticing the blush tinting your cheeks.

You grinned widely at his words, pressing a chaste kiss to his mouth.

“Ya really do need ta rest now though,” he said noting the moon high in the sky from the infirmary window, reluctantly pulling away. “I’ll be here when ya wake,” he promised.

You finally conceded, listening to your body that was already trying to lull you to sleep, turning on your good side to face Daryl with your eyes closed, a smile gracing your lips as Daryl intertwined his fingers with yours.

The Ultimatum

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Wordcount: 2479

Warning: Angst, Injured Dean, Language. 

Part Two - The Memories @hanny-writes-spn

Part Three - The Compromise @melonshino(Link coming soon)

A/N: Written for @spnbuddywriters SPN Team Building Challenge. I was fortunate enough to get buddied up with two amazing ladies @hanny-writes-spn and @melonshino. I for one had a blast with this challenge. Hope y’all like it. 

Prompt: “What the hell is that sound coming out of you?” 

*not my GIF*

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Sam was behind the wheel of the Impala, racing down the near empty highway, you and Dean in the backseat, trying to keep him conscious. It was a bad hunt that ended even worse. The demon got what was coming to him, but not before he managed to get to Dean. Dean had jumped out of dodge, but the demon managed to give him a big flare across the stomach.

“Babe, come on.. Stay with me,” you said, cradling Dean’s face in your one hand while the other tried to minimize the bleeding. God, there was a lot of blood. “Sam, you need to step on it.”

You met Sam’s eyes in the rearview mirror, his hazel eyes portraying the fear and panic you were feeling.

“How’s he doing?” Sam asked, putting his eyes back on the road.

“He’s losing a lot of blood, Sam, and he keeps falling in and out of consciousness.” Tears started to well in your eyes as the reality of the situation started to kick in. you couldn’t lose him. “Take the next right, I know a safe place to stop that is closer than the bunker.”

You hadn’t been back to the house you grew up in since after your dad’s funeral, you just couldn’t stomach the thought of living there without him, so you just never went back. You still weren’t thrilled about the idea, but Dean’s life was on the line.

“What?” Sam asked in confusion.

“Just follow my directions and we’ll be there in about twenty minutes.”

Your dad had been a hunter too, so you were pretty sure you’d be able to find what you needed to put your boyfriend back in one piece.


Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Oh lol completely forgot. So I do have like a request as always take your time 😌. No rush. Bad boy Jungkook who always gets into fights (he kicks ass though 😆) and his cute little boyfriend Park Jimin who always worries for him.

hello lil sunshine!!! keke im so sorry i like…. got carried away i meant for this to be short but i couldn’t bear to leave it at like 600words so congrats on a 2.8k fic (*´꒳`*) idk if i deviated from the plot(?) its not that violent but nonetheless i still hope u like it precious one!! hehe @berry-happy-tokki i hope u enjoy black widow as much as i do;-)
Kill Your Darlings

there’s nothing but silence, besides the occasional creak of jeongguk’s mattress as their weight shifts, the occasional wince, a few sighs here and there.

“jeongguk… i thought i told you to stay safe for me,” jimin chides softly, dabbing a ball of cotton soaked with alcohol on bruised knuckles, thumb brushing against a strikingly unmarred right cheek in contrast to the deep gash on his left, a split lip, a bloody nose. these things always happen, somehow- jeongguk says it’s instinct, he’s a magnet for fights one way or another- and every time jimin scolds him, he promises no more next time; but they both know it’s a lie.

nonetheless, jimin’s always there to patch him back up, as good as new, and he feels guilty the way the raven haired boy fusses over him, lip jutted out in pain too, eyes sloped down in worry.

“he called you a midget, hyung! he- he insulted you and called you such awful things and i just lost it so i-” jeongguk rages, blood boiling, veins on his arm flaring and bulging as well. jimin soothes him to calm down with gentle words, shaking his head, “i don’t care what they say, jeongguk- but i care about you.”

the instant jeongguk’s widened eyes meet jimin’s watery ones, he knows he’s lost, as always, and looks at the parquet floor as he bites on his lower lip, only to hiss in pain forgetting about the cut at the corner of his mouth. “easy there, bun, here- lemme just put some cream-”

“‘m sorry hyung,” jeongguk mumbles, jimin almost done with the bandages and gauges and antiseptic creams. “sorry that you always have to worry about me. i really try to stop fighting so much, ya know? but it just- it just happens and-”

jimin cuts him off by kissing his cheek in reply, “i like you all the same, guk-ah,” but jeongguk shakes his head vehemently. “no- this isn’t right- hyung, i’m really a bad boy.”

and jimin smiles, that bright blinding smile that had jeongguk tripping over his own feet the moment he saw it. “oh really now,” he laughs, “getting multiple bruises or having a jawline that could cut someone’s throat or a double helix piercing doesn’t make you any more a bad boy, jeongguk. you’ll always be my baby boy.”

“no, listen, hyung! i- i cross the road without looking left and right,” jeongguk confesses, and jimin gasps. “jeon jeongguk! stop that at once! you could die, you idiot- don’t you ever do that again i swear you’re looking all sides and crossing the damn road when it’s green and you very well cross-” but jeongguk kisses him to shut up, and interrupts. “sometimes when i’m hungry i break the bro code and i eat first, sometimes i skip classes just to be cool. sometimes i seduce people to maintain that image- jimin hyung, please tell me you like bad boys,”

the way jeongguk says it so earnestly it almost seems like he’s earning bruises, cuts and gashes as badges and medals to make jimin proud, the way his doe eyes widen, slender hands gripping jimin’s smaller ones tenderly. it’s oddly romantic, the way they’ve fallen into such an unconventional way of doing things.

“i don’t like bad boys, jeongguk. i like you,

and that was when they were still schooling. they’ve both graduated, bought themselves a decent apartment to live in, call home.

it’s complicated, jimin was what jeongguk had said the first night he came home all battered, old scar beneath that left cheekbone reopened, knuckles all bloody and a black eye.

“jeon jeongguk! what’s all this about!” jimin shouts in alarm, grabbing the first aid kit and pushing the younger down in his white dress shirt and slacks, black tie loosened and askew to breathe.

it’s only jeongguk’s second week of work, a job that’s restricted and classified, but it pays well and jimin doesn’t probe, with due faith and respect in his partner’s career and life choices. as such, they work and sleep in separate rooms, although sometimes they creep in to the other’s bed, craving warmth and attention and everything the other had to offer. anything and everything.

“i’m sorry, jimin-ah.” is all he utters shamefully, as jimin cleans and patches him up, lips quivering under his crooked pretty front teeth, hands clammy. “jeongguk, you said this job was good,” jimin wails, “and now you come home like this- what am i supposed to think, baby? do your colleagues not like you? or did you do something silly again-”

“no, no! it’s not like that, i just- my job requires slight physical activity as well,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “i can’t say more than that though- but i swear i’m not hiding anything else, jimin- i love you to death and you know i would tell if i could right?”

jeongguk’s looking at him like he were a wounded puppy, and jimin resigns to how trusting he’ll always be, gives in grudgingly. “yeah yeah- i love you too.”

“til death do us part, then.”

jeongguk comes back now and then all damaged, but jimin unyieldingly stays till the end, wraps him up with utmost care, like he’s fragile and delicate. the way jimin holds a sinner like him is literally the epitome of never ending love, and he hopes the kisses he pampers jimin with is enough to show. jeongguk hopes the gifts he brings back as surprises are enough of a compensation for all that worry and concern, hopes all those nights he secretly snuggles into jimin’s blanket burrito is enough a testimony for his unwavering faith.

jimin works at a small company as a secretary, looking all cute with the prescription glasses he wears there sometimes, and jeongguk’s really afraid that one day those people might come for his super cute lover, with that cute pout and poised masculinity; so he never mentions his job to jimin, lest he get implicated.

as much as jimin would like to remain as jeongguk’s cute squishy rice cake of a boyfriend, he’s not that dull either- his senses have heightened over the years, keen sense of movement from all that dance practice and figure skating. he’s even learned (from jeongguk’s guidance and firm insistance that he knows) how to hold a gun and basic martial arts to protect himself.

jeongguk gets carried away sometimes, eager to tell his one true love about his new friends, his colleagues, his little team at work; and so far jimin has gathered that jeongguk works as JK, and his team leader is someone by the name of namjoon hyung who goes by the alias RM- and also there’s this guy whom jeongguk’s really fond of working with, V, real name kim taehyung. they work for this unknown man named JIN, who’s rumoured to be the most handsome, wealthy and powerful man in the whole of south korea. nobody’s seen him before- but his display of prowess is something to be reckoned with.

(jeongguk’s honestly a kid at heart, and even though he delicately tries to alternate names and drop subtleties, jimin’s still as sharp as a tack and catches all the implications anyway.)

jeongguk’s one sole error, after about a year of intricately woven hidden secrets, is when he takes jimin to the arcade, and they play a 1v1 game of shooting- the kinds similar to overwatch. jeongguk hits all the targets deadshot, all-kill, with a wickedly sharp accuracy. and when jimin turns his head he sees his lover’s eyes slitted with concentration, tongue peeking out to lick his lips and poke the inside of his cheek- something he does when he’s dead serious, or after he’s done hand to hand combat and wins. the glint in his eyes isn’t something that’s normal, jimin realises.

(no wonder why jeongguk had vehemently insisted on him knowing the basics of pulling a trigger, asked him to keep some self protection weapons close to him at night.)

jimin realises, it’s the look of a killer.

of course jeongguk’s work is classified- he’s working as a hitman.

their superficial façade over vocation continues, a little tango between the two of them, albeit blindfolded. a danse macabre. a duel to the death. who’s fooling who? is the question they both should be asking.

and then, in the middle of the night, jeongguk’s phone buzzes. repeatedly, and really loudly. jeongguk groans, checking the time on his alarm clock, and boy is it an ungodly hour of the night, 4:03am. thinking it’s just his alarm to remind himself to get the anniversary bouquet and gift for jimin, jeongguk turns off his phone, flipping on his side and pressing into the comfort of his soft pillow, pulling his duvet over his mousy ruffled hair. suddenly he hears a thump, a rustling inside his room-

shit, he’s forgotten to close the damned windows after installing those protective invisible lasers on jimin’s, which he had to climb outside and install while jimin was at work. god damn this- the phone was buzzing to alert him of intruders. by now the alarms in his house have gone off- to a frequency only he can hear so no one else knows. he reaches for the gun under his pillow- but it’s too late. the moment he rips open his blanket, there’s the sharp tip of a blade a millimetre away from his face.

jimin’s phone starts vibrating like crazy, and when he whines to check it, eyes squinting at the bright screen, he realises they’re coming. he’s not the cute secretary jeongguk thinks he is- his glasses? they’re designed to look for specified targets; they have small poisoned darts lodged in its legs.

his boss, that goes by the codename SUGA, has sent him a text- they’re on the way, min. and his boyfriend, HOPE, has shot him a message of time to protect your man, jiminie~ yes, he is a secretary, but he works for an intel company. classified as well, but well guised as a normal tax and insurance company, flooded with files and papers of criminal minds. and right now, he isn’t jeongguk’s beloved park jimin- he’s JM.

he presses the link yoongi (his boss’s real name) has sent after thanking him, and he sees the blinking red of the moving van marching across the gps, towards their house. damn it, he hadn’t thought they’d move so fast- he knows jeongguk has shot down their gang leader yesterday, and he had only stuck on that bug to track their coordinates one hour after the death, knowing they’d be hot on their heels, but this!

immediately, he presses a few buttons on the laptop besides him, looking at jeongguk’s sleeping figure through the night vision cameras he secretly installed in the core of his jarvis and iron man figurines on the shelves. a good masquerade, he had acclaimed, smiling softly as he brushed his fingers across the screen where his baby was sleeping. the motion sensors in his room was going crazy, courtesy of yoongi’s genius in hacking and hoseok’s (his boss’s boyfriend) nimble fingers and honeyed tongue that easily manipulated- those gangsters were only two streets away from their apartment, according to the national security cameras they had tapped on.

sighing, jimin pushed all his hangers in his wardrobe aside, pushing some hidden buttons for his bodysuit to be revealed. he had gone blonde some time after the arcade incident, jeongguk saying he would look extremely hot. he was, actually, in that skin tight suit to outline his killer figure (pun intended). lacing up his boots, jimin put on his rings next, hoisting up the mattress to reveal abundant arms stashed below, taking out a silencer and a pistol, some arrows and a crossbow.

pushing his hair back, he sighed again. anything to keep jeongguk safe.

the first thing that flashed through jeongguk’s mind was jimin. should he wake the elder up? no, jimin would definitely be outnumbered, even if he knew how to fight- there were about nine men in his spacious room that now looked too crammed. if jimin was still sleeping then there might be hope that he would make it. jeongguk would willingly take the bullet for him anyday. it was his created mess, so he would end it. swallowing, he closed his eyes, waited for the blade to deliver the excruciating pain.

but it never came.

instead, he heard the groans of those masked assailants, the sound of six shots and the firing of darts whizzing, another black figure was lithely cascading through the confined space, and jeongguk had no idea who the hell that was, or how that person could still manage to back flip and cartwheel while slicing someone’s head off with the heel of his boots. before he knew it, the man holding the dagger above is face had fallen onto his stomach, along with his entire army.

it felt like seconds where there were nine men coming for him, and now there were nine bodies on his floor piled up and waiting to be disposed.

then the night mode light flipped on, a warm orange light flitting in. “jeongguk!” a voice panted, “you alright, babe?” wait- what? that sounded exactly like-

“oh my god- honey, you never told me you-” jeongguk spluttered, seeing jimin sit on his lap, blonde bangs matted with sweat and sticking to his forehead like he had just danced for hours to perfection. “jimin, honey, darling- you could fight?”

“shut up, guk. i asked if you were okay first,”

“i-i’m good, holy shit jimin, you never told me you were my very own black widow- since when- how didn’t i know-”

“like you ever told me you were a hitman,” jimin huffed, pushing back his hair, smirking coyly. “why, jeongguk? like what you see?”

“jimin this- this is ridiculous- how could someone like you be this hot and cute at the same time- what even is this suit, oh my god-” jeongguk blubbered, tracing the mix of leather and latex lookalike material, actually bulletproof. “i had it custom made, since you were a marvel dork,” jimin laughs, moving in to kiss him. a moan came from the edge of jeongguk’s bed, the sign of one of the ruffians rousing from the taser. “so much for being kind and using a tranquilizer first,” jimin mumbling under his breath sourly, but still cupping jeongguk’s jaw and going in for a languid kiss, cocking the gun in jeongguk’s hand, aiming his non-dominant hand backward and shooting the assailant straight through the heart without even turning to look at his target.

“what the actual fu-”

“shush,” jimin says, pressing a finger to his lips. “you’re safe and that’s all that matters to me.”

“you have blades on your shoes?” jeongguk gapes, as jimin undoes the laces, tugging them off to snuggle next to jeongguk comfortably. and jimin pinkens. “um, well, they function as normal ones but like, do you remember that stupid dance with the fancy footwork you did to make me laugh- was it called begin?- if i do that then the stilletoes become knives. sharp enough to kill.” he breathes into jeongguk’s ear, emphasizing on the last four words as a careless whisper.

“i don’t think i’ve loved you more,” jeongguk whispers back, still in shock but body taut like a livewire. oh wow, he’s been blessed even though he’s a dirty sinner that takes lives and kicks ass for a living. jimin only giggles as jeongguk spoons him, mumbling sweet everythings into the nape of his neck, bodysuit off but boyfriend’s shirt on.

“now that we know each other’s secrets, why don’t we work together? as a team?”

“what do you mean? like we’re what, natasha romanoff and tony stark?”

“kinda, but mainly i mean that i’ll be your scene stealer, and you go for your direct kill.”

“but what if i hurt you-”

“till death do us part, sweetheart.”

Better For You

Originally posted by winterdaddario

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Words: 2138 words

Warnings: break down of relationship?, underage drinking??, own-age of Scott at Halo???, angst af

“I think we should break up.”



You felt like your life was being stolen from you. And it’s not just the supernatural aspect of living, and trying to survive, in Beacon Hills. It was more than that now. Way more.

Malia Hale, or Malia Tate, had joined the bandwagon of miscellaneous supernatural teenagers, which made up the McCall Pack.

Whilst you had been working hard to keep the relationship between you and Stiles alive (and thriving), in a town where relationships were dropping at the same rate as the residents, Stiles didn’t seem to be too interested any longer. Which was painful to bear.

Lately, it was the loss of that connection which you cried over most nights.

When you needed a shoulder to cry on, your boyfriend was no longer available, and you didn’t know why. Before any of this craziness, the two of you had been such close friends, and when that had progressed into a relationship, you had been thrilled. Years of teasing, and sarcastic jokes, had turned into flirty banter, with even more sarcastic jokes. Scott, your other close friend, had trembled in fear, at the power of your joint ribbing prowess. You’d felt like Jack and Rose, pre-iceberg and pre-her being rude and leaving Jack to freeze to death.

But now…

Keep reading

The Mom Ch. 9

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun

Synopsis: Date Night

Warnings: Fluff… as per usual. :)

Author’s Note: I realize that all of my Nannyverse readers have been extremely patient with me. Thank you all for waiting while I struggled to get my emotions back to a place where I could write in this world again. Because it’s been a while, this chapter might come across a bit… rough. If that’s the case, I’m sorry… but I hope you still enjoy it.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.


“I’m sorry, you did what?” Seung Hyun asked you as you walked towards the front door and he followed. You had waited to drop this particular little detail of your plans until the second the doorbell had sounded.

It was his job to make the restaurant reservations & your job to find a babysitter. If he didn’t like your choice of who you got to do the job, he was just going to have to get over it.

Keep reading

W*O*L*D (Pt. 3) (Daveed x Reader)

Summary: Happy Ending! (finally! we reached the end)

TW: Swearing, divorce, that’s it? allusions to smut


Part 1 Part 2

You sigh and sit on your bed. I can’t keep doing this. It tears you apart to see him like this. You loved him. Past tense. There’s no way you could love him now. Not after the years he left you. Not after all the tears you’ve shed for him. You start crying. Scratch that, sobbing. You can’t take this anymore.

You feel the bed sink in and Daveed’s hand rubbing your back. He doesn’t say anything. He knows there’s nothing he can say. Once your tears start to slow down, he kisses you. It’s not a kiss of lust or even romance. It’s a kiss of comfort, and right now, that’s all you want from him.

When he pulls away, he wipes a few more tears. “Do you want me to take the kids out while you talk to him? I heard him come back.”

You nod.

He kisses your forehead and leaves.

You hear Daveed leave. Pete pokes his head into your room. “Can we talk?”

You sniffle and nod.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

What do 2ps do when they are very sad?

Allen locks himself up in his room, barely even moving unless he has to eat and take care of basic needs

James hugs onto Kumakuro and cries into his fur. He might sit in his shower and let the water fall ontop of him. Has to remove his glasses to wipe his tears and his eyes are so tired.

Oliver will try to bake but stops halfway to breakdown into tears. He eats his extra baked treats for comfort.

Françios will resort to drinking and smoking much more than before. He might even drink himself to a point where he’ll be passed out for days, in an attempt to forget about it

Zao will do much harder drugs than before. Weed is all usually all he does but if he’d sad enough he’ll take much harder drugs. He cries while he’s doing it, knowing that it hurts but not as much as the heartache he has.

Viktor will continue to work until he can’t bear it. He would lock himself in his room and just sit down, thinking of how to fix whatever has made him so sad. But there comes a time when he needs to get it out, and he hides it by hiding in his coat and covering his face with his scarf

Luciano wouldn’t never admit it but he cries. He was never good enough and whatever happened is encofrcing the idea. He’s have random outbursts but you xan see his eyes tearing

Flavio would make it obvious. It may seem like he’s just trying to get attention but he really just wants someone to comfort. Doesn’t even care how he looks because he’s too busy dealing with a heavy heart

Lutz looks like a wounded puppy. He tries to laugh off whatever is making him sad, but it doesn’t work. He cries alone in the bathroom while eating a lot of comfort foods.

Gilen stays locked away in his room, under the cover in tears. He keeps going on to where he’s crying over everything about himself. It takes him days, or even a week to come out

Kuro always pretends to be fine. But if he’s sad he’s alone, wishing he had someone to help him. He doesn’t eat very well, seeing as how he went from eating healthy and fancy foods to eating takeout in the closet while watching cute cat videoes. He spills out almost all of his insecurities and once he shares he’s almost as insecure as Gilen.

Screw Them

Summary-You get bullied and hide it from Team Free Will

Word count-943

Warnings-Bullying, mild swearing and slight violence

High school. The one place where it can feel like hell, or an amazing place where you meet loads of new friends. There’s no in between. Unfortunately for you it was hell. Yeah you had a couple of friends but you couldn’t get too attached to them,because you know what really goes bump in the night. But even though you keep your head down you ended up being the victim of bullying. Yep a Winchester getting bullied…sounds pathetic doesn’t it? Well that’s why you didn’t tell your brothers or Cas.

Keep reading

Out in the Rain

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Dumbass, forgetful Dean, angry reader, talk of injuries (nothing too serious or graphic), arguing, 

Wordcount: 2000ish

A/N: This written for @one-shots-supernatural’s hiatus challenge. The prompt was: This is 10 times worse than that.

Thanks to the amazing @blacktithe7 for betaing for me once again. I owe you boo!

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Dean was in a pissy mood. Soaked from the rain that hadn’t stopped coming down all night and covered in blood, he headed back to the motel. What was supposed to be an easy stake out had turned into him getting jumped by 3 vamps, and one of them had gotten him pretty good. Dean fliched as he pressed his hand against his neck as he got out of the car. Yeah that was going to need a few stitches. He grabbed the six pack off the passenger seat and headed inside.

Dean’s mood did not improve when he saw the smirk on his little brother’s face as he looked up from his laptop.

“Damn you look like crap.” Sam grinned at him and Dean sent his brother his best bitch face. He knew Sam didn’t mean anything by it, but he was not in the mood for his bratty remarks right now. Dean’s eyes traveled the room in hope to finds someone that might take a little pity on him.

“Where’s Y/N?” Dean frowned and looked back at Sam, watching his eyes go wide in surprise.

“What do you mean ‘where’s Y/N?’ You were supposed to pick her up!”

“Shit!” Dean threw the bottles on the table before spinning around and almost running back out the door. She was going to be pissed. Dean paid no attention to Sam’s laughter that sounded through the room before the door slammed behind him. Dean just jumped in the car and pressed the speeder down racing to the street corner where he had left her.

Keep reading