heavy shirt

Things we can look forward to in 7B:

- Troian’s directorial debut

- Holden’s return

- Finding out whether Toby/ Yvonne are dead or not

- WREN (In multiple episodes, including one with Ezra!) (He is also ‘part of the ultimate final twist in the final episode’)

- Pastor Ted

- Alison’s classroom flash forward (Finally!)

- PLL Wedding(s)

- New character - ‘Katherine Daly’

- A.D. reveal

- ‘the biggest question of all is yet to come, it will be revealed after A.D. is revealed’

- Alison’s pregnancy - which is ‘not average’ (Emison - potentially Emily’s eggs??)

- More people than just Jenna are working for Uber A

- Spencer’s backstory

- Charlotte’s killer

- Jessica’s killer

- Vanessa Ray’s return!

- Finding out why Sara was redcoat

- Emison morning scene

- Alison will verbalise how she feels about her sexuality

- Charlotte’s father

- 2 hour finale

- New Kissing Rock scene

- Ezria ‘hot and heavy’

- Aria wearing Ezra’s shirt

- Lucas/ Jenna/ Mona

 - Aria will go ‘dark’

- Potential Haleb sex scenes/ wedding

- We may meet a relative of Maya’s 

- More information about Charlotte/ Mary/ Elliott

- Final ever group scenes :(((((

- Melissa Hastings

- Addison Derringer

- Most likely Spoby (we all know Toby’s not dead)

- Final Rosewood high scenes

- We may hear ‘every breath you take’ again 

- Radley/ The Radley scenes

- Ashley/ Veronica/ Tanner/ Barry Maple/ Pam/ Ella/ Peter will all return

Just My Type

Originally posted by thenameisvennila

Request: HI! i recently read your entire master list and it’s amazing!! If you could, would you write an ABO fic with Alpha! Dean where like he finds his true mate but she’s nothing like the girls he normally goes home with.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: smut, language

A/N: I have so much fun playing with these ABO fics…

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Strange Habit

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Requested: No

Word Count: 3,659

Summary: You have a strange habit of sleeping naked. Jongin drops by your house one day and catches you in the act and he can’t help but feel turned on at the thought of you with no clothes on.

Author’s Note: This is my second time writing smut so forgive me if there are any mistakes or it just seems kind of off. My best friend also wrote a version of this herself @justafanfictionwriter you can check that out if you’d like! Thank you and I’m so sorry for this >.<

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Your eyes fluttered open as you slowly lifted your head. You felt a warm, wetness on your right cheek. You groaned softly realizing you had been drooling, the evidence not only on your face but in the form of a wet spot on your couch.

Great, you had fallen asleep. 


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Yes please, like can this just happen now? Omg 😍

Friends with Benefits

Request: Nah, just something my fingers wanted to type
Word Count: 1.4k
A/N: I’m so sorry I’ve been away for so long, what’s it been 4? 5 months? I’m a mess, my bad. Here’s something to keep you guys going while I get my shit together. Requests are open, feedback’s appreciated.


She didn’t wake him as she got up to leave, she was used to their little system now. Fuck through the night, grab a quick power nap, leave his quarters before anyone in the Overwatch compound spotted her. Her relationship with Morrison was complicated to say the least. They had started this no strings arrangement years ago and it was definitely fulfilling but, and she knew this sounded so cliché, something was missing. They had begun as teenagers, fucking like rabbits as new recruits, but Jack was a man now, Strike Commander at Overwatch, he had become more passionate, perhaps without even meaning to - and he was definitely much more skilled. She had fallen for him and she couldn’t deny it any longer, the boy from Indiana she was friends with was now her rock, she was sure she couldn’t have gone through the training without him, their long talks on missions, covering each other’s backs on the field. She sighed, they had built such a friendship over the years, she couldn’t be the one to ruin this.

She glanced over her shoulder, admiring those blonde locks that always stuck out in odd directions the morning after. She blushed as she realised that was her fault and hoped he didn’t have to change in front of any of the team today, those claw marks down his back would certainly stir up a fuss. She moved further from the bed, trying to put some distance between them but still trying to remain quiet. This would never last, she had always told herself this, he would drop her in a heartbeat for any other girl around. She was just easy prey, fair game. She came when called and knew what he liked. He would never love her.

Heart heavy, she ditched his shirt from the night before, moving to find her own clothes. She had to get out of here. Get away from him for a bit. She couldn’t sacrifice their friendship just because she caught feelings, it was selfish and not fair on Jack. She found her underwear, slipping on the garments and turning to try to track down her pants and shirt. She spotted her shirt by the edge of the mattress and hurriedly pulled it on, suddenly worried that Jack’s breathing getting lighter was him beginning to wake up. She searched the room for her pants with no luck, sighing, she ran a hand down her face, only to see a hint of material lying up-

No. No. This was not happening. How did her pants get all the way up there? She stared in horror up at the pant leg just poking out from the top of Jack’s closet and she wondered how the hell she was going to reach it. Eyes darting across the room, she locked on to the chair abandoned at his desk. Cringing as she remembered what this chair had endured last night (surprisingly the cheap desk chair had managed to support the both of them) she manoeuvred in front of the heavy oak wardrobe. Her teeth worried at her lip as she eyed the wheels hoping the punishment it had endured last night hadn’t weakened it’s legs, she certainly did not want the thing to move whilst she was precariously balanced upon it.

Realising this was her only chance of not leaving Jack’s room half-naked, she held onto the wooden handle of one of those doors and lifted her foot onto the cushion of the seat, the thing letting out a little puff of air under her sock. Huh, easy enough. Letting go off the door handle she raised her other foot, the chair squeaked and spun round as she now crouched on it, her arms flying out to try and regain her balance. It stopped turning and she gulped as she now faced the bed, Jack’s eyes thankfully still closed. She shouldn’t have let go off the door handle. She reached behind her, grabbing onto the edge as she slowly nudged her self around until her nose kissed the wood. Great, halfway there. Gingerly she allowed her self to stand, arms anxiously fluttering about in the air to make sure she didn’t topple over - she had come to far to crash to the ground now.

“Don’t you dare spin again.” She warned the chair for a moment forgetting that she had to be quiet. Deciding that the chair was behaving she stretched her arms upward, her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth in concentration. She cursed herself for being so small as her finger just missed the hem of her pant leg, a hair’s width away. God fucking dammit. She tried again, stretching up on her tip toes this time but she was taken by surprise when two warm arms wrapped around her waist, a noise nuzzling at her back.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He rasped against her skin, husky with sleep. His thumb gently stroked across her abdomen, the small action making goosebumps appear across her skin. “Do you want some help reaching those?” He asked her sweetly, too sweetly. She let her arms drop in defeat. Why was he always so sweet to her? He placed a soft kiss to the back of her t-shirt and she felt her forehead meet with the door in front of her. Why did he have to make this hard?

“Are you okay?” He asked, relinquishing her waist as he let her climb down from the chair. He smiled as he easily reached her pants, tugging them down, chuckling. “How did these get up here, huh?” He held them out for her, his smile dropped again as his gaze landed on his face. She looked so stressed, so uncomfortable, was she cold? The heater was on full, it was winter after all. “Y/N?”

“Thank you, Strike Commander Morrison.” She replied bluntly, yanking her pants from his grip. She hurriedly set about putting them on and he crouched down beside her.

“You’re worrying me.” He said and she ignored him, fastening her zip and turning to leave. “Why are you in such a rush?”

“I thought I’d leave before I overstayed my welcome.” The words dripped with venom, stabbing into him almost as much as they hurt her. He frowned, words leaving him momentarily. He would never kick her out, he wasn’t like that, not anymore.

“Stay for breakfast. I’ve got bacon in the fridge, the good kind, smoked.” He said and she huffed as she ran a hand through her hair, brushing it through with her fingers. She was not leaving this room with sex hair. He moved closer to her, a hand coming to rest on her arm, losing the jovial smile to level with her. “Can we talk? I know something’s bothering you.”

“Talk about what, Strike Commander Morrison? What do you want to fucking talk about?” She yelled at him, smacking his hand away and his eyes widened, stunned at her response. She stormed for the door, but Jack was faster, he swept in front of her, letting his back flatten against the door. She made eye contact with him and her resolve broke a little, voice cracking as tears pooled in her eyes, threatening to spill onto her cheeks. “Why won’t you just let me leave?”

“You can leave as soon as you tell me why you’re so upset.” He said gently, he had never seen her like this before, fragile, so downright sad. In fact he was sure he had never seen her cry. His heart broke as he realised this was his fault, he had hurt her this way. Her back met with the wall and she sunk to the ground, knees hugged to her chest and he followed suit, moving away from the door to sit next to her. He moved to wipe her tears from her cheeks with his thumb and a wave of relief swept through him when she didn’t swat his hand away again. He bumped shoulders with her and her head fell back to bump lightly with the plaster of the wall, her hands limply hung over her knees. “Just tell me what I did wrong.”

“You let me fall in love with you.”

🖤Drug Lord E [Part 6] (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Ethan and Y/N get closer

Warnings: FOR ENTIRE SERIES: Drugs/sexual assault/Violence

A/N: Twins are older in this. So I’ve never wrote anything about these subjects before and at any point if you are uncomfortable please stop reading! Also, requests are on hold until I finish the series! Still open, just won’t be posting! Now without further ado, I present Drug Lord Ethan.

Part 5

Ethan’s POV

It’s been about two weeks since Y/N’s been here. I still haven’t gotten money from, or even seen Justin. I haven’t really said much of anything to her. I really had nothing to say. She was starting to connect with everyone else, but she would never look to me. Whenever we weren’t out, everyone would hang out in the living room and play a boardgame or watch a movie. I was typically in my room getting high to forget everything. Nate and Y/N were extremely close now. I’m pretty sure that they have probably slept together while I’ve been out or when they’ve been alone. I decided not to kill Justin, well Grayson convinced me not to. I was in a rage mode and the next day I was over it.

I was currently in my room smoking a blunt with Grayson, Angie, and Cameron. I think everyone else was in the living room playing Uno. Angie was nuzzled up against Grayson’s chest as she took a hit from the blunt. Gray looks down at her as she blows the smoke in his face. We all started laughing. Well I wasn’t. All I could think about was Sam being here. Sam lying on my chest while I smoked. She never did take a hit. She would keep me on the ground while my head was high in the clouds. She would cup my face and kiss me whenever I was being too paranoid or I just wouldn’t stop talking. For some reason, Y/N reminded me of Sam in some ways. We may not have the same connection, but I felt good around her? I don’t think that makes sense. At first, I couldn’t stand Y/N being here.

“Ethan you good?” Cameron asked as I snapped myself back into reality. I nodded showing I was okay. “Your turn.” Cameron motions towards the blunt in his fingers. I take another toke until the room is full of smoke. I pass it on and throw my head back against the bed. I could feel myself getting higher and higher. I climbed on my bed and flopped my head in my pillows. I heard everyone in the room talking as I felt my eyes grow heavy. I peeled my shirt off as going to bed high always made me sweat.


I woke up around 3:47am to a loud thud down the hall. I look on the floor and I see Grayson and Angie tangled together sleeping. I then heard a muffled shriek before I hopped out of bed on my feet. I darted down the hall before I heard a loud bang against Y/N’s door. I tried to open the door, but there was an object in the way. “Y/N are you okay?” I asked concerned through the door. “What’s against the door? Let me in.” I demanded as I punched the door.

“Ethan?” I heard her ask and then I heard her spit.

“She’s fine dude.” I recognized that voice. Nate was in there with her. I then slammed my body against the door trying to open it.

“You better not fucking touch her Garner!” I slammed against the door once more before the hinges broke off. I saw Y/N lying on the floor with blood coming out of her nose. Her shirt had been ripped to where I could see her dark colored bra. I looked up at Nate who was shirtless and his jeans were unbuttoned. That’s when I lost it. I slammed him up against the wall with my hand around his throat. I pinched him by this throat and I slammed him against the wall again, this time knocking some drywall out. “If you ever fucking touch her again I will fucking murder you with my own bare hands. Do you understand me?” I asked as I felt my shoulder being pulled back. “If you try anything like this again with anyone, I will fucking kill you!”

“Let him go E.” I heard Grayson stutter as he pulled my grip on Nate’s neck loose. Alex is on my other side pulling too. I let go and I turn around. Angie is on the ground next to Y/N. I look back to Grayson.

“Clean her up. Move her things into my room. She’ll be staying with me for the rest of her time here.” Alex grabbed some of the clothes Angie let her borrow and left the room. I walked over to Nate who was trying to catch his breath. I kneeled down to him.“Don’t you ever fucking touch her again. Are we clear?” I asked him. He looked up at me and bared his teeth at me. He spit in my face as he smirked.

“We’re clear.” He hissed. “She’s not as easy as you made her out to be Dolan.” He chuckled. I stood up and I nodded my head. I turned around to see Grayson and Angie taking Y/N out of the room. I looked back at Nate before I kneed him in the face hard. His head bounced off of the wall before he collapsed on the floor. I leaned down next to him again.

“If I find out you did anything more to her besides try to touch her, you will be out of the gang and dead within minutes.” I whispered before leaving Nate in the room alone.


I was sitting on the toilet while Angie was cleaning my wounds. “Sorry about your shirt.” I stated trying to break the silence. It was pretty late and I knew she was probably exhausted.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you’re okay and that Ethan didn’t kill him.” I furrowed my brows confused. “I thought we were friends.” I said trying to change the subject as Angie wiped a cold rag against my forehead. I winced in pain.

“Yeah I actually liked Nate. I had no idea he would do something like this.” Angie continued to clean my face a little. “Some of these are going to bruise.” I nodded as I already knew. After some more silence, Grayson walked back into the bathroom. He had a straight face on as he looked at Angie cleaning me up. He handed me a hoodie which had a skunk smell to it.

“Thanks.” I mumbled. I slid the hoodie on.

“Did he do anything to you?” Grayson asked me. I knew not to say anything to terrible. I may have been here for a few weeks, but I think snitches get stitches applies here too.

“No. He came into my room and felt me up. When I tried to push him away is when he lost his cool. He pushed me up against the door and that’s when Ethan tried to stop it.” I halfway lied and halfway told the truth. I didn’t say anything to them about Nate kissing me or trying to get me to suck him off. I didn’t tell them about Nate punching me or choking me either. I felt the less they knew, the better off I would be.

“Well Ethan doesn’t want you by yourself so you’re going to be staying in his room for awhile.” Grayson looked up at me.

“What? No! I don’t want to stay with that jerk! He’s no better than Nate.” I argued. Ethan walked in the bathroom behind Grayson.

“Y/N this is for your own good! Just shut up and listen for once!” Grayson snapped at me. Angie stopped cleaning my face and looked at Grayson in shock. He was breathing heavily. I’ve never heard Grayson yell before, especially at me. Ethan was also taken back a little by his brother’s outburst. “Sorry. Smoking always makes me a tad bit irritable. Ethan is an asshole, but he’s trying to help you out now. Just meet him halfway on this okay?” I noticed Ethan had left the bathroom. I nodded at Grayson to which he also left. Angie put some bandaids on my face.

“I’m going to…” She trailed off, but I knew what she meant.

“Go. Don’t worry I’ll be fine.” I said and she smiled at me. She left me alone in the bathroom. I saw the time on the clock read 4:23am. I was starting to feel my eyelids grow heavy and that I needed some sleep. I stumbled out as I walked to the other side of the hall to Ethan’s room. I stood there for a second before I knocked on the know a couple times gently.

“Come in.” I heard his gruff voice say. I walked in quietly. He was sprawled out on the bed, but then he stood up and looked at me. “Hey.” He said softly

“Hey.” I responded looking around the room. Nothing had really changed except that the blunt was gone and he had a new bottle of liquor on his bedside table. I saw he made a pallet on the floor. I walked over, but he stopped me.

“No I’ll sleep here. You can have my bed.” He offered. I chuckled at his gesture.

“How noble of you.” I smiled.

“What? I maybe a drug lord, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t raised to be chivalrous.” We both laughed. I lied down on the bed and wrapped myself within the covers. Ethan was on the floor, but I couldn’t sleep. I leaned over the side and saw his eyes were closed.

“Ethan.” I whispered. “Ethan.” I whispered louder to where he woke up and locked his eyes with mine.

“What’s wrong Y/N? Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I just can’t sleep.” I admitted with a sigh.

“Scoot over.” Ethan stood up and I did as I was told. Ethan crawled under the covers with me while I lied against his body. His chest was warm against my back. This was wrong, but why did it feel so right?

Part 7

Confidence // Kim Seokjin


the prompt: could you please do a prince!seokjin fluffy scenario? au i used: “my parents are hosting a royal ball with neighboring monarchs and you noticed me, heir to the throne, shoving food into a bag to steal.”

words: 4425

category: fluff

author note: seokjin deserves all the love in the world i hope he knows how loved he is.

- destinee

Originally posted by jinmini

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