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You took my Heaven away

Originally posted by the-drumerson

A/N: This was requested by anonymous! It is based off the song; ‘Heaven’ by, PVRIS. I’m so sorry if it’s short and crappy! I tried! I hope you enjoy!

I think we were cursed from the start, Second I let you into my heart, Do you think we were speaking in tongues, Or simply not enough? Do you ever wonder, Who took the light from our life? The light from my eyes?, All we did was suffer, Why couldn’t we just say.

I was currently sitting on the roof of Samcro’s clubhouse, overlooking the sunset.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” I turned to see Jax coming up the ladder.

“Hey, Jax,” I said with a big smile. Jax began to walk towards me as a cigarette hung from his lips.

“What are you doing up here all by yourself?” Jax questioned. I giggled before glancing back at the beautiful sunset.

“Well, I thought I might try to fly like a bird you know?” I questioned sarcastically as Jax chuckled.

“Ha, Ha, Ha. Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something,” I turned myself to face Jax.

“Okay, continue,” I responded.

“Well, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this for quite some time but I never had enough- Anyway, that doesn’t matter,” I laid my hand on Jax’s knee in the most comforting way I could.

“Jax, just spit it out,” I said with a giggle. Jax sighed before looking at the ground and then back at me.

“I love you, (Y/N). I always have, will you do me the honor of becoming my girlfriend?” I sat in complete and utter shock. I did feel the same for Jax but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.

“Uh… Jax…” I watched as Jax’s expression changed from hopeful to heartbroken.

“You don’t feel the same way, do you?” I went to speak up when Jax cut me off. “Fuck! I’m sorry I said that. I shouldn’t have brought it up,” Jax said as I took a hold of his face in my hands.

“Jax, please. Just give me some time to think it over,” Jax sighed before nodding his head.

“Of course. Take all the time you need,” Jax said while I smiled I leaned over and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug.

“Thank you,” I said as I began to stand and head for the latter and down to the club.

(You took my heart), (You took my heart), You took my heaven away, Away, Our love is pushing out and pulling in, Just like a rising and falling chest that’s barely breathing
And didn’t you ever wonder, About the dread on my tongue?, The blood in my lungs?, All I did was suffer, I was too afraid to say.

Once, I reached the club, I began to head for Opie’s dorm to gain some advice. I walked down the hall and down to the dorms as I knocked on the door.

“Come in,” I heard Opie mutter. I pushed the door open to see Opie sitting on his bed with his elbows on his knees as he leaned on them.

“Hey,” I said once I got fully into the room before closing the door behind me.

“Oh, hey,” Opie said as I smiled at him.

“Can I take a seat?” I questioned while Opie smiled before scooting over and patting the spot next to him. I went to ask Ope a question when he turned to me and spoke up.

“Can I talk to you about something important?” I nodded my head as Opie continued. “Well, you see, ever since Donna passed, I’ve been kind of lonely and you’ve been by my side through every step of the way,” I smiled as I nodded my head for him to continue. “And, I’ve been developing feelings for you and I want to embrace these feelings. I’ve come to grasp that I’m in love with you and I want to be with you,” I sat in shock. Did Opie just tell me he loved me? Did I love him back? I had so many thoughts and emotions running through me that I didn’t hear what Opie had said next. “(Y/N)?”

“Huh? What did you say?” I questioned as I broke away from my thoughts.

“I asked if you would be my girlfriend. I understand if you don’t want too,” I shook my head as I spoke.

“No, Opie. It’s not that, it’s just I need some time to think,” I said quickly, I began to stand and head for the door without taking another look.

” What am I going to do?” Was the number one thought that was going through my head. ‘Both of my best friends not only had feelings for me and wanted me to be their girlfriend but they both loved me. Me?! Like what’s so special about me?!’ I thought to myself. I ignored the calls of Opie and Jax as I walked out of the club. I needed some time to think, I needed to get away.

(You took my heart), You took my heaven away, You took my, you took my heaven away, Away, You took my heaven away, You took my, you took my, you took my heaven away, You took my, you took my, you took my heaven away, You took my, you took my, you took my heaven away, You took my, you took my, you took my heaven away.

I walked and walked until I came upon this local park. There had been no one here which I was thankful for. I walked to the closest park bench before taking a seat.

“What am I going to do?” I questioned to myself.

“If I choose one of them, I’ll only end up hurting the other one and making them hate me,” I sighed to myself as I felt tears brimming my eyes. No matter what I do, I was going to end up losing one of my best friends.

I sat there for hours fighting with myself of the pros and cons of Jax and Opie until I finally gave up. Deep down inside I knew who owned my heart but I just didn’t know what to do about it. I sighed as I overlooked the empty park. I stood up and walked over to the abandoned swing set as I took a seat and began to swing back and forth.

So, many thoughts raced through my head as for how I should approach this situation until I finally came to a conclusion. I sighed as I stood up from the swings and took a deep breath.

I know what I need to do.

I began to walk back to Samcro, as I rehearsed what I was going to say. I reached the club to see Jax and Opie sharing a cigarette on the picnic table.

“(Y/N)! Where the hell were you? We were worried sick.” I smiled at them before walking up to the picnic table and took the seat between them. I took the cigarette from Jax as I took a puff before handing it back. While I blew the smoke out I mentally prepared myself for what was about to come.

I think we were cursed from the start, You took my, (You took my heart), (You took my heart)
You took my heaven away, (You took my, you took my, you took my heaven away), Away
(You took my, you took my, you took my heaven away), (You took my heart), (You took my heart).

“Jax. Opie. For some unknown reason, you both decided to confess your feelings to me today which left me in quite a predicament. Yet, I did come to a conclusion.” The boys nodded for me to continue. “I choose… Jax,” I said as I felt a weight be lifted off my shoulders. “Opie, you are one of my best friends but that’s the thing… we’re best friends and that’s how I want to stay. I do love you too but not in the way you want me too. I’ve always had feelings for Jax and when he confessed them to me I felt as if I died and went to Heaven,” Opie chuckled before laying his hand on my knee.

“It’s okay, I understand,” I looked at him in disbelief.

“You do?” I questioned in disbelief while Opie looked at me with a smile.

“I do, I think It’s because that I’m not quite over Donna and her death that I just developed feelings for you,” I smiled before reaching over to Opie and pulling him into a hug.

“Oh my God, I am so glad! I thought you were going to hate me!” I said into the hug. Opie chuckled before pulling away and shaking his head.

“I could never hate you,” Opie said as I smiled.

“Well, since we got that settled and done. I know of this blonde that totally got the hots for you. So much so that she’s been here every night this week trying to get you attention,” I said with a smirk. Opie looked over at me with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

“Do tell,”

“Her names Lyla and she works for Luanna,” I began as Opie nodded before sliding off the table.

“If you don’t mind, I have a blonde who’s calling my name,” Opie said with a smirk. Jax and I chuckled while Opie headed into the club, leaving Jax and me all alone.

“So…” Jax began as I turned back to face him.

“So…” I repeated while Jax chuckled.

“So, where does this leave us?” I pretended to think for a moment before turning back to him with a smile.

“Well, I was thinking about taking you up on that offer about being your girlfriend, what do you say Teller? Do you want me as your old ball and chain?” I questioned which made Jax laugh.

“I would,” I smiled back at him before leaning in and pressing my lips to his. The kiss was gentle and loving, the way I always imagined it to be. We pulled away to only lay our foreheads against each other.

“You took my heart, Jax Teller. You always did,” I said with a smile.

Church Boys Moan Louder

THIS WAS A PROMPT BUT I FUCKED UP AND ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT EARLY SO NOW ITS GONE FOREVER IM SORRY ANON BUT I STILL WANTED TO FINISH IT SO YE the prompt was basically innocent religious dan and phil like pines after him ; ending in sex in church bathroom and yes, you are going to hell

it’s also really long oops

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Phil was fucking screwed. Never had he wanted someone so bad as he wanted Dan Howell. That boy fucked with his head and his body and his life. And he wasn’t even TRYING.

If he was trying, he was doing a damn good job at hiding it. Dan seemed completely oblivious to Phil’s attempts to win him over. The light blush on his cheeks said otherwise, but Dan ignored it completely. Dan was the goddamn priests son, but Phil liked a challenge. And this definitely was one.

Phil took another sip of the dumb nonalcoholic punch they were serving, scowling at the plastic cup. He shouldn’t be here, at this dumb church party, he didn’t have to be. It was optional, unlike the weekly services he was required to attend due to his parents getting pissed that he had defiled the school with graffiti yet again. It wasn’t that bad, he got to see Dan at least. But the only reason he was here was for him.

“Hey,” a girl spoke, interrupting Phil’s thoughts. He turned to look at her, scanning her blonde hair and plaid school uniform. Who wears a uniform to a party? Church kids, Phil figured.

“Uh, hey,” Phil responded, sounding completely uninterested, but she didn’t take a hint.

“Fun party, huh?”

Phil raised his eyebrows at her, chuckling, pulling a flask out of his leather jacket pocket and tipping the clear liquid into the cup.

“No, not particularly.”

She seemed a bit put off by that, but bounced back quickly.

“So, do you know anyone here?” She asked, her voice light and Phil swore he heard a hint of flirtiness in her tone

Phil chuckled, his eyes glinting.

“Look, sorry honey, but if you’re trying to get in my pants you might as well give up now. I like cock, dunno if your tiny brain can wrap itself around that, but the only reason I’m here is that I want to fuck Dan Howell.” He casually picked at a black nail, flashing her a tight lipped smile. “So, if you still want to bother me after that, feel free. But I’m gay as hell. Just saying.”

The girl stared at him, her eyes wide and her jaw practically hitting the ground. Phil chuckled. He loved doing that.

She let out a small squeak, whirling on her heel and rushing off. Phil shook his head.

Phil cursed under his breath as he watched her beeline straight to Dan and his group of friends at the other side of the room. Phil couldn’t hear what she was saying, but she pointed at him less than subtly. A blush appeared immediately on Dan’s face, a hand going to cover his mouth automatically. He said something, and glanced over at Phil. Phil winked, waving. Might as well commit.

Dan blushed harder, looking away immediately and pressing his hands to his clearly heated cheeks. Phil smirked. He loved how much of an affect this had on him. He was so responsive.

Phil would just have to wait until he was alone.


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It was about half an hour of boredom and wanting to leave later when Dan’s friends started to leave one by one, and Phil watched them almost hungrily until the only one left was the girl who had talked to him.

Phil moved along the wall a little closer, straining to hear their conversation. He couldn’t hear her but he heard Dan say “Silvia, I’m fine, I’m just gonna help clean up. I can take care of myself.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with walking home alone?”

“Of course. It’s just a few blocks over.” He offered her a soft smile, touching her shoulder, and Phil’s heart swelled. Damn it. “It’ll be fine. I’ll see you at school, alright?”

“Alright…” she agreed hesitantly, going on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, rushing out of the room.

And then it was only them.

Dan cleared his throat, his cheeks beginning to redden again. “So, um, do you want to help clean up, or…”

Phil recognized the opportunity he was offering, and took it. “Yeah, sure. I’d say you’ll probably need a hand.”

Phil helped Dan fold chairs, watching him the whole time while Dan avoided his eyes.

“You look nice,” Dan commented, just being polite, but Phil snorted.

“Are you kidding? I’m wearing rags compared to you. Seriously, who wears a tie to a party in a church basement?”

Dan blushed even harder, glancing down at the black tie fastened neatly around his neck.

“Me, I guess,” he muttered, laughing awkwardly.

“Was that your girlfriend?” Phil blurted.

Dan looked at him then, eyes wide. “Who, Silvia?”

Phil nodded, and Dan laughed. Like, really laughed.

“No!” He exclaimed, shaking his head. “She’s my cousin!”

Now Phil laughed too, pushing his hair back until it sat in a quiff above his forehead.

“Oh Jesus,” he muttered. “Well, thank god.”

He expected Dan to just brush off his comment like he always did, change the subject, look away, something. He didn’t.

“Why’s that?” He asked softly, pressing his lips together and searching Phil’s face. “Why are you relieved?”

Phil shrugged, tossing a plastic cup at the trash and making it. “Because if you were with anyone else, I’d be upset.”

He glanced at Dan, smirking at the way his eyes had widened and his mouth had fallen open just slightly.

“W-Why?” Dan asked again, biting his lip and turning back to the plates he was stacking.

“Because I like you.” He shrugged, casual. “I wanna make you mine, and if people are interfering, that’s a problem, isn’t it baby boy?”

A small gasp escaped Dan’s mouth at the nickname, and Phil smirked.

“Silvia… Silvia said you…” he trailed off, chewing on his lip, his eyebrows furrowed. Phil took this opportunity to step closer.

“That I want to fuck you?” Phil asked, finishing the sentence, and Dan tensed up.

“Yeah…” he muttered, practically a whisper.

“Well, it’s not a lie.” Phil glanced at him, searching his face before turning back to the chair he was folding up. “I’ve been hitting on you for the last month, you didn’t notice?”

Dan shook his head, avoiding his gaze, and they were quiet for a moment.

“You ever kissed a boy?”

“What?!” Dan spluttered, his cheeks redder than Phil had thought possible. “N-No, of course not, I… I couldn’t.”

Phil turned to look at him, frowning, turning his whole body this time so he was facing him.

“Why not?”

Dan faced him too, at a loss for words, his mouth opening and closing.

“I mean, I s-suppose I could but… I CAN’T. That… that’s…” he trailed off, and Phil stepped forward so he was only inches away. Dan froze, but didn’t move away.

He trailed a finger up Dan’s jaw slowly and Dan swallowed, shivering, watching its progress. “You never know if you like something until you try it, right?”

“Well I suppose, but…” Dan gasped as Phil grabbed his tie, wrapping it around his hand and pulling Dan closer.

“But?”

“But…” Dan looked like his mind was going fuzzy, glancing down at the tie that Phil was holding him by and back up at Phil’s eyes, and then his lips. “I’m not gay,” he practically squeaked, his voice small.

“You never know if you like something unless you try it,” Phil repeated, slowly touching Dan’s waist with the hand that wasn’t gripping his tie. Dan didn’t move an inch as Phil leaned over, pressing his lips against Dan’s.

Phil waited a second to make sure Dan wasn’t going to pull away before reaching up to touch Dan’s chin, really kissing him. He dragged his tongue along Dan’s bottom lip, asking for entrance, rather surprised when he actually opened his mouth.

He could feel Dan’s hands shaking as they moved up Phil’s chest, sliding over his shoulders and wrapping around his neck. Phil gripped his waist, pulling him as close as possible. With one hand he tangled his fingers in Dan’s hair, kissing him deeper. He tasted like awful punch and fruit gum, and Phil was sure he tasted like cigarettes, but Dan didn’t seem to mind.

Phil backed him against the wall, kissing him hotly and letting his hands roam Dan’s body. He moved his mouth to Dan’s jaw, kissing down to his neck and nipping at the pale skin. Dan whimpered, moaning softly and tangling his fingers in Phil’s hair.

“Ah-” Dan gasped, letting his head fall back against the wall. “Phil…”

Phil pulled back, pressing his forehead against Dan’s and breathing heavily.

“Is there somewhere we could go?” Phil breathed, and he promised himself if Dan said no, or didn’t get the hint, he would give up. Dan’s brown eyes blinked at him.

“Just one…”

They ended up in the boy’s bathroom, Phil roughly shoving him against the wall and kissing him possessively. Dan whined into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Phil’s neck and clinging to him desperately.

Phil grabbed Dan’s thigh, hooking his leg around his waist and Dan took the hint, hopping up and wrapping his legs around Phil’s waist. Phil went back to his neck, trailing sloppy kisses down to his collarbone.

He unbuttoned Dan’s shirt, loosening and removing his tie before kissing him again. He let Dan push off his leather jacket and tug his shirt over his head, tossing it aside.

Phil’s hands explored Dan’s chest, pinching one of his nipples, and Dan gasped.

“Phil…” he moaned, an indirect beg for more. Phil palmed at his bulge, feeling Dan grind against his hand desperately.

Phil picked him up, spinning them around and setting him down on the counter, tugging at the button of Dan’s black jeans. Once he got them off he flipped Dan over after pressing a kiss to his jaw, bending him over the counter.

“I’m guessing you’ve never done this with a guy before,” Phil muttered, smoothing his hand over the curve of Dan’s ass and squeezing roughly. Dan jumped.

“N-No…”

Phil kissed the nape of his neck, pressing himself against Dan’s body. “Are you sure you want to?”

Dan let out an almost desperate gasp, his voice breaking. “Yes, yesyesyes, god just please… p-please fuck me, Phil, want you.”

Phil grunted, slapping Dan’s thigh sharply. “Jesus, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

Phil took no time removing his jeans, tugging down Dan’s boxers as well, grinding his still clothed bulge against Dan’s ass. Dan moaned, reaching back and grabbing Phil’s hips, pulling him closer.

Phil’s boxers were off in a second as well, skin rubbing against skin. Dan pushed his ass back; he was a needy bottom and Phil fucking loved it.

Phil held two fingers to Dan’s mouth, motioning for him to open. Dan sucked on the fingers obediently, slicking them up with spit.

“This might hurt a little,” Phil muttered, rubbing Dan’s entrance with one finger. “Tell me to stop if you need to, alright?”

“Mhm,” Dan agreed, pushing his ass back again. Phil slapped it and Dan yelped, pulling forward again.

“Don’t be a needy bitch, Dan,” Phil growled, pushing the first finger into Dan slowly. Dan moaned.

“S-Sorry, sir-” he gasped.

Phil took his time stretching him; considering it was his first time he didn’t want it to hurt too bad. Dan flinched away at first but soon he was whining and grinding back on Phil’s digits. Phil moaned just at the sight, he never thought he’d have him like this.

Finally he pulled out, holding his hand up to Dan’s face again and instructing him to spit. Dan did as he said, and Phil slicked himself up with that as well as precum that was already forming on the head of his swollen cock.

“Ready?” He breathed, pressing his whole body against Dan’s and leaning over him to kiss his neck. Dan whined.

“Yes, yes sir, please, I’m ready, I need you.”

Phil hummed in approval; he loved how quickly Dan had changed from a good little church boy to a desperate slut with just a little kissing.

Phil pushed in slowly, taking his time in edging into Dan, which took an incredible amount of self control on his part. Finally he bottomed out, kneading Dan’s ass in his hands. Dan was a mess beneath him, whining and whimpering at every movement, conflicted between pushing back and pulling away.

Phil reached up, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair, giving it a soft tug and driving a whimper out of Dan’s pretty mouth.

He began to thrust, pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in slowly, Dan gasping every time he did so. Phil snapped his hips roughly without warning, thrusting hard, and Dan cried out.

“Fuck!” He practically shrieked, a loud feminine moan falling from his mouth.

“You’re a loud little slut, aren’t you?” Phil panted, groaning as he thrust roughly again. Dan let out a high pitched whine.

“Fuckfuckfuck p-please, fuck, harder…”

Phil obliged, driving his cock deeper into the whimpering boy, skin slapping on skin echoing through the room. Phil tugged on Dan’s hair again, watching his face through the mirror, and fuck he could cum just from that.

Dan’s lips were swollen, his cheeks red and flushed, his hair messy and his eyes glazed over with need. Phil groaned, snapping his hips.

Phil knew he had hit Dan’s prostate when he screamed, a loud “FUCK, PHIL” bouncing off the walls. Phil smirked, angling his thrusts to hit that spot.

“This is a sin, you know,” Phil growled, reaching up to cover Dan’s mouth with his hand as he fucked into him harder. “Such a filthy fucking sinner for me, princess, ruined on my cock.”

Dan’s desperate muffled moans against his hand were pushing him to the edge, that and his tight heat encasing Phil’s cock. Phil smirked.

“Such a pretty fucking sinner too, isn’t that right? All for me. Your tight ass is all mine, yeah?”

Dan didn’t answer, continuous moaning falling from his mouth, muffled by Phil’s hand. He just nodded frantically, his moans sounding close to sobs.

Dan came after a few more thrusts all over his stomach, white streaking the counter under him and he whimpered, now sensitive to Phil’s cock pounding into his prostate every thrust.

Phil pulled out, quickly tugging Dan to his knees in front of him, guiding his cock to his lips. Dan took it obediently, lowering himself on Phil’s length. Phil groaned, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair and fucking his throat as gently as he could. Dan gagged, digging his fingernails into Phil’s hips, and that was all it took. Phil came down his throat, keeping his cock still until he was sure Dan had swallowed all of it.

He helped Dan to his feet, holding him steady because it was clear he was close to falling over.

Dan just stared at him, stunned, watching as Phil casually got dressed. After he was clothed he cleaned Dan’s stomach and the counter with a paper towel, tossing it in the trash.

He grinned, kissing Dan’s cheek and backing towards the door, winking.

“See you next Sunday, Danny.”

anonymous asked:

What if Harry and Draco had been together for a while and one of them had to go away for a while and they are on the phone and then one of them says "turn around" and there they are!!! Did this make any sense

Draco hated muggle devices.

He hated the ridiculously loud telly vision, he abhorred everything that had to do with the terrifying things called vacuum cleaners, and telly phones were no different.

They were small to hold, blindingly bright and too loud for Draco’s taste.

(That, and they didn’t exactly look pretty.)

(Yes, Harry did buy him a silver one, which was fine, but still.)

He never understood muggle devices, either. He just let Harry deal with that stuff, watching his boyfriend wave around with a duster, apparently persistent on using the stuff he’d grown up with rather than using his wand. 

(Harry had always been stubborn, after all. It’s why Draco had fallen for him in the first place. Well, that, and of course his magnificent arse.) 

The only times he liked to use phones was when his boyfriend - his stupidly successful and famous boyfriend - was out on a mission for work, unable to use magic to avoid getting his location known. Because then they could call, Draco standing in the dark of his bedroom, trying to keep his voice even and far from worried (Harry away on a mission always made him go crazy, but Harry didn’t need to know that.) Because then they could talk and talk and talk, Draco helping Harry to stay awake and focused, ending up falling asleep with each other’s breathing in their ears, a calming reminder that the other was still there, still alive.

Draco was standing in their bedroom right now, the blasted muggle device against his ear, Harry’s voice rumbling through the speaker.

And Draco was trying hard not to cry. 

(Harry had been gone for almost two weeks now, and it didn’t seem as if the mission would be done very soon. He knew Harry’s job was important, he knew that the ‘bad guys’ needed to get caught, but goddamnit couldn’t the criminals give his poor boyfriend a break? Give him a break? He needed his boyfriend, he needed to hold his hand, he needed to kiss him until his lips were swollen and almost painful.)

“I miss you,” Draco whispered, not quite succeeding in keeping his voice even.

“I miss you too,” Harry murmured back, soft but not any less sincere. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Draco snorted - half a laugh, half a sob. “You better, you prick. I need someone to make a mess of the kitchen, it’s almost scary how clean it is nowadays.”

Harry laughed, and something twisted in Draco’s chest.

“I need someone to never turn off the light when they leave the room,” Draco continued, wanting to hear that laugh again and again and again - “I need someone to forget to close the fridge, I need someone who always leaves their glasses on their nightstand.”

“Someone to yell at you when you use up all the hot water again,” Harry chipped in, and Draco scoffed.

“As if you’ve never heard of warming spells, Potter.” When Harry didn’t answer, Draco sighed. “Just… Come back, alright? It’s boring here without your annoying face.”

“Hey, Draco,” Harry suddenly said, his voice sounding a bit off, “could you turn around?”

“Why would I -”

“Just do it.”

Half thinking his boyfriend had gone mad, Draco turned on his heels. 

And promptly dropped his phone.

The loud crack it made when it connected with the floor didn’t bother Draco in the slightest - because oh, Harry was standing there, a stupid grin on his face and his eyebrows knitted together, ridiculously cute, his hair standing in every possible direction and holding his phone against his ear - such a unexpected sight that Draco had difficulty finding his breath.

“Uh, hi,” Harry said, waving sheepishly. “Surprise?”

Harry,” he breathed, and he didn’t wait for Harry to say something - and jumped towards him, kissing him full on the mouth, his hands immediately in Harry’s hair, tugging at the strands so hard it must’ve been painful but he didn’t care because Harry was with him, Harry was home - 

Harry’s phone dropped to the floor, too, when he automatically wrapped his arms around a crying Draco.

They didn’t care much about that phone, either. 

Million Dollar Man

+Request: harry smut with harry as ur boss who’s been flirting with you and you’ve been teasing him a lot but u two haven’t had sex bc u know people would talk if they found out, but then he makes a really risky move that makes u change ur mind 

 A/N: Hey guys back with another imagine. I hope you guys like it because I worked super hard on this. I would love so much if you guys would leave feed back and tell me what you guys think of it. love you all and thank you! 

This one shot I based a bit off of and even named it from the original song called Million dollar man by Lana Del Rey. Go check out the song its so good, one of my favorites by her. 

 Working with Harry wasn’t as bad as it all really seems. Yes he may be strict and yes he may yell a lot but I just know that when you have to work with people that sometimes are idiots and don’t wanna do their work it is hard not to come off as a prick. Harry was a very smart man, he knew what he was doing and how to really become successful. I’ve only been working with Harry for about 3 months, it isn’t that long for you to base your perspective off of someone you barely know. But all of that aside, I has a crush on my boss. 

 He is so tall and strong and beautiful long curly hair. I just wanna run my hands through his hair and hear him moan to how good it feels. But there are a lot of other things I wanna do to him to hear him moan. I just wanna crawl under his desk and pull down his pants and suck his cock. I wanna hear him moan out my name so loud and to place his hand on the back of my head and push me down farther. I wanna look up and stare at his face while this is going down and see him roll his eyes back in his head and plead for more. I want him to finish in my mouth and to feel his cum run down my throat. But hes my boss so it would never happen.

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Not Josh.
Not Josh.
Not. Josh.

At least, that’s what you have been telling yourself for days. Okay, more like months. But, none of that mattered. Just not Josh.

Josh and Tyler were your best friends and coworkers. You saw them on a daily basis and travel on tour with them. As one of their managers/assistants/creative geniuses, it was your job to fully support them and to be there to do everything you could for them. So it could definitely not be Josh for that reason alone.

Not to mention the fact that you had known the boys for years now. Emphasis on the years. And you had always been particularly close to Josh. He was your best friend. You supported him through the good and the bad. You were with him through the break ups, heart break, happy moments. One of the only constant things in your life was Josh. He was your best friend. Your right hand man. And you were his. So this made the thought of any feelings that could have possibly risen for Josh absolutely impossible. Exposing any feelings (which there weren’t any of, mind you) would be awful. You’d loose your friends, your job, and your Josh. Not that he was your Josh per say but he was your best friend.

You’d convince yourself at this point that the butterflies that flooded your stomach when he smiled in your direction or touched you were purely platonic. You told yourself repeatedly that no, you did not find Josh attractive, especially not when he was performing on stage with no shirt and that determined face. And it definitely didn’t make your day when he would text you late at night, asking if you wanted to come to his room and hang out. You had to convince yourself of this. For your friendship and job. Anyways, you highly doubted the feelings (which weren’t there) were mutual. Ever since his breakup with Debby, he hadn’t mentioned girls or being interested in anyone. He was probably enjoying life as a single, handsome, kind guy. Not that you found him attractive. Of course not.

But you couldn’t help to blush as you looked at the photos the tour photographer had sent you of the boys. There was one photo of Josh, a big, goofy grin painted across his face as he sat at his drums, staring into the crowd. He looked so incredibly happy. And he also looked great with no shirt and that goofy grin. But you mean that in a totally platonic way of course. You say there, staring at that once picture for way too long, studying all his features. You have seen him almost everyday for years now but you enjoyed just looking at him. You enjoyed seeing the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled and his jaw line. He was seemingly perfect, even his flaws were perfect to you.

Not Josh.
Not Josh.
Not. Josh.

“Well, well, well, enjoying the view?” Josh popped up next to you, staring at your computer screen before giving you a devilish wink and eyebrow wiggle and laugh. Darn his laugh. It was so cute. In a platonic way of course. You quickly switched to the next photo, which was none the less another photo of Josh. More laughs left his lips as you stared at him with a quizzical grin, hoping your cheeks didn’t look as red as they felt.

“Ha ha. I was just checking the photos that Adam sent me.” You said, sarcasm dripping off your false laughter.

“You never responded to me last night. I had to watch X-Files all alone last night. You are pretty much the worst.” Josh said in a joking tone but as you looked at his face…was that disappointment? No. Don’t be silly.

“Sorry. I fell asleep. I was exhausted last night.” You said, closing your computer with a sigh. Going on tour with the boys was a blessing but it came with a lot of long nights and you felt you got less and less sleep as time went on.

“(Y/N), you okay?” Josh said, genuine concern on his face as he looked up at you, rubbing your arm with his calloused hands. Somehow, that managed to send a shiver up your spine and make you wanna scream. This was ridiculous. Plenty of times before, Josh had rubbed your shoulder or held your hand. God dammit, during your late night tv marathons, you two would cuddle. In a platonic way. “(Y/N)?”

You shook your head, pulling yourself away from your thoughts. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just need to loosen up.”

“Well, how about this? We have a free day tomorrow so what if tonight, after the show, we get some drinks with Jenna and Tyler? Then we can stay in my room and watch whatever show you want.”

You raise your eyebrow, smirking. “Any show? Even watching Friends? Again?”

“Yeah, even Friends. Again.”

You smiled, feeling warm inside. He was always there for you and always there to make things better when you were down. “Well, I guess then.”

“Perfect.” Josh flashed one of his perfect smiles, getting up. “I have to do sound check but I’ll see you later.” He brushed his hand on your shoulder before running on.

Not. Josh.

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Every show was electrifying. You are convinced that the boys couldn’t perform a crappy show, and so far they hadn’t proven you wrong. You watched from backstage, like you did every night. But tonight, Josh directed more grins and winks in your direction then he usually did, causing your cheeks to flush and for you to look down at your shoes, praying he didn’t notice.

As the show came to a close, the boys ran off and you congratulated them like you always did. “I heard we are getting some drinks tonight?” Tyler said, wrapping his arms around Jenna, who kissed him on the cheek.

“I’m up for a drink. But first, you need to shower. You smell dreadful.” Jenna said with a giggle, tease fully punching Tyler on the shoulder.

“Yes ma'am.” Tyler said with a wink, walking off.

“I’m gonna get clean, too. I’ll drive you there okay.” Josh said, grabbing your shoulder and you nodded, smiling up at him. “Sounds good to me.” Josh ran off with a wink, leaving you and Jenna alone, with her smirking.

“Well…” she said, giggling a little as eying you.

“Well what?” You said, praying she wouldn’t mention what you expected she would.

“Are you ever, ever gonna tell Josh you like him? Or are you that stubborn?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Jenna laughed and gave you a wink. “Sure you don’t. Just like Josh didn’t know what Tyler was talking about when he mentioned it.” Jenna shook her head and walked off. What the hell did that mean? Josh didn’t know what? What did Tyler say? You stood there in complete and utter shock, trying to digest what Jenna had said.

Was it that obvious? I mean, you had said if you convinced yourself it was simply platonic between you and Josh, everything would be good.

Not. Josh.

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The bar was crowded, full of intoxicated bodies and loud music with bright lights. You walked in dreading the evening, but after a drink or two, you felt yourself loosening up. Which is exactly what you needed. You sat with your three friends, sitting next to Josh and across from Jenna and Tyler, who were rambling about something or another. You felt yourself not listening to the story they were telling and staring at Josh, who was laughing and smiling in response. His brown eyes lit up in the bright lights and his yellow hair was pulled back in a SnapBack. A low muscle tank exposed his biceps and you found yourself wishing they were around you.

Not Josh.

You quickly turned away, chugging down a shot of who knows what before Josh looked back at you, laughing. “Take it easy, killer.” He slurred causing you to smile.

Rising from your chair, you looked at Josh, grinning. “Hey, I’m gonna grab a drink. You want anything?”

“Yeah. Why don’t you grab me a beer?” He winked before you walked off, blushing to your annoyance. He really needed to stop winking.

You walked to the crowded bar, looking at a bartender “Two beers please.” You stated, before you found yourself with somebody standing right up against you. You looked at the young man. He wore a button up shirt, pulled up at the sleeves. His brown hair was a mess, but the good kind of mess. He looked at the bartender, stating “Make that three.” before looking at you, smiling. “Hi.”

You looked back at Josh, who was grinning at something Jenna had said. You looked back at the young man before you and smiled before saying “Hi.”

“I’m Alec, and you are?”

“I’m (Y/N).” He reached out his hand and you grabbed it. It felt different from Josh’s hand, Alec’s hands were much softer and unfamiliar.

“So what are you doing ordering two beers?”

“I’m here with a couple friends.”

“A boyfriend?” Alec asked, a grin on his lips and one eyebrow slightly raised.

You chuckle, looking back at your table to see Josh staring at you and Alec, his hand pressed tightly to his glass. The look on his face was unfamiliar, he almost looked angry. You quickly turned away, wiping away any thoughts that ate at your mind. “No, no boyfriend. Just some friends.”

“Well, to be honest, I don’t know how a beautiful girl like you isn’t with someone.” He said, and you found yourself blushing. “So (Y/N), what do you do?”

“Um, marketing, managing, writing. A little bit of this and that.” You responded, pretending not to wonder if Josh was still watching you. “How about you? What do you do, Alec?”

“I’m a programming specialist at a small company. You know, a little bit of this and that.” He responded with a wink and you giggled.

“Here are your drinks ma'am.” replied the bartender as you grabbed two beers.

“I should probably go.” You said, looking back at Alec who smiled.

“At least take this.” He pulled his wallet out and handed you a card, with his name and number and the place where he worked. “You should use the number.”

“I’ll think about it.” You replied with a wink as you walked off, feeling confident up until you reached the table. Josh was staring intently at you as you sat down, handing him his beer.

“Well, who was that, (Y/N)?” Jenna said with a giggle and wink, causing you to blush.

“Just someone.” You nonchalantly said as you saw Josh chugging his beer, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

“Well, that just someone seemed interested. You gonna use that card?” Jenna asked.

“Umm…I don’t know. Maybe.” You jumped in your seat as Josh slammed his class down and quickly got up.

“I gotta go get a drink.” He said before walking off quickly. You looked down at your lap, thinking of the wildest possibility that he was jealous. No.

Not Josh.

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The taxi ride back to the hotel was completely dead silent. Jenna and Tyler had decided to go off on their own, leaving you with Josh who was heavily intoxicated and completely silent. No words were spoken until you reached the elevator and said “Josh, what is wrong?”

“Nothing.” He replied coldly, still not looking at you.

“Really? Cause it doesn’t seem like nothing? What is going on?”

“Nothing.” He repeated causing you to look away from him and stare at the door in front of you. Tears pricked your eyes as you went up another floor before you heard Josh click a button and the elevator come to a stop.

“What the hell are you doing?” You hissed, glaring at Josh, who finally looked in your direction. He looked beaten and tired.

“What am I doing? What are you doing? You basically threw yourself at that guy tonight. Are you stupid?” Josh said, throwing his hands up.

“I didn’t throw myself at anyone and I’m not stupid. Is that all you have to say?” You replied, annoyed with your arms crossed. “After not saying a work for almost all night, you just ridicule me?”

“How can you not see what’s been in front of you this whole time? How can you not see how desperately I’ve wanted you? How long I’ve waited for you to finally see that I’ve been right here this whole time. You don’t need some guy in a bar. You have me. I have you. I love you, god dammit! Why can’t you see that?” Josh yelled, staring at you, breathing heavily. His face was red and he looked broken, completely broken. He looked the way you had been feeling for months.

You convinced yourself it was platonic. Nothing more. Nothing less. You convinced yourself it was just friendship as your feelings bubbled and grew. Yet here was your best friend, telling you he loved you. And you found no words to say in the moment.

“I just told you I loved you. I’ve been waiting years to tell you that. The least you can do is say something.” Josh said, pleading with you.

While you wanted to jump in his arms and tell him you loved him for years as well, you convinced yourself this was just drunken words spilling from his mouth. So you just responded with a quite “Okay.” Josh looked away instantly and pressed the elevator button, causing it to start back up and rise to your floor, before the doors opened. You both exited the elevator and instead of walking to his room like you always did, you both walked in separate directions to your own rooms.

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You looked at your phone, praying Josh would text you, saying it was a drunken mistake or ask why you weren’t with him or ask what had happened the previous night. But to your avail, no text was sent and you sat in your own bed for hours, alone and wishing you were waking up in Josh’s arms in his room like you usually did on nights like the previous one. But usually, Josh doesn’t confess his love for you and you don’t respond with “okay”. What an idiot you were. You were too busy convincing yourself that in some way it wasn’t Josh and the feelings were mutual, but they had been.

You knew what you needed to do but putting a plan to action was much harder than it sounded. So, you reluctantly marched to Josh’s room, forcing yourself to knock on the door, half hoping he wouldn’t. But the door opened, and a tired, broken Josh stared back at you. His face turned from sadness to anger and you saw his eyes were red and he was wearing his same clothes from last night. “I’m busy.” He curtly responded before going to close the door.

“Is everything you said last night true?” You quickly spilled out, staring at the floor, too scared of the response, regardless of which one it was.

“Umm..listen, we can ignore what happened. I would rather do that then-”

“Is it? Please just respond with yes or no.” You looked up at Josh, this time pleading.

Josh looked at feet, before letting out a quite, “Yes. I love you.”

Your heart swelled with joy and you beat yourself up for hurting the boy standing before you. “Josh-”

“Listen, I understand. I don’t need pity or anything. I just wanna-”

“Josh, I love you too.” You said it without even thinking and he looked back up at you, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“What?”

“I love you. So much. You are my best friend but I love you more than that. I just wanna be with you. And I’m sorry I said okay but I just didn’t want it to be a drunken mistake or anything-”

Your rambling was cut off by his soft lips meeting yours, something you had reluctantly thought about for years, never realizing it would come to fruition. He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling yourself closer to him as your bodies pressed together. You wrapped your arms around him, never wanting the moment to end as his lips danced against yours, feeling all the love you too had hidden from each other for so long. He pulled away, looking at you before grinning. “(Y/N), will you be my girlfriend?”

You smiled, grinning at the boy as you finally said what you wanted to say.

“Yes Josh.”

voltron prompt part 2 yO

haha and i’m back with more!! (tw for torture and scars and burns etc)
- keith wakes up a week later feeling like lance’s disappearance was his fault (you shouldn’t have brought the explosives bro wth??? where did you even get them keith how how how)
- everyone else kind of thinks he’s dead but keith just knows lance is still alive somewhere                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          - hunk is heart broken pig is heart broken everoyne is fuucin sad beCAUSE THEY THINK LANCE IS DEAD                                                                                                                                                         - que keith doing training everyday as much as possible, (he’s determined to become the best fighter to find lance and get him out safely) and hunk has to bring him food and pidge kicks down the door and tells him to go tHE FVCK TO SLEEP                                                                                                                                                         - and keith is perfectly fine after the explosion besides the small cut on his chin which left a scar (his helmet and armor mostly protected the rest of him)

and now back to lance

- lance wakes up in something similar to a healing pod, but he still feels terrible and not healed that well, pretty much collapsing on the floor (he’s very confused, maybe the pod was just a holding cell to keep him alive?) he kind of can’t see out of his left eye but it’s not really concerning because he’s pRETTY MUCH IN PAIN EVERYWHERE
- lance is escorted by a galra doctor to fINALLY FIX MY SON
- he wakes up with a new undercut shave and a metal circle attached behind his left ear, and a metal plate on the back of his neck (it’s pretty small, & they had to give him the undercut to put the plates on)
- also he has a new left eye (the iris can change colors but the eye is controlled by the galra so they can turn it off or flash a bright light which lance finds very annoying)
- lance is kind of upset because whO WOULDN’T BE IF YOU JUST LOST YOUR LEFT EYE SO??
- he’s confused what the metal plates are for and he thinks his haircut looks a little weird but he has more important worries on his mind like are his friends going to save him? do they think he’s dead??
- the galra are like “hey blue paladin, you’re pretty much our bait for the rest of voltron now, fun fun”                                 
- he’s basically treated as the galra’s pet, being pulled around the castle (when he does leave the room) with a weird collar thing that chokes him if he doesn’t move (he begins to go along with it, better to be humiliated than to choke to death right?)
- they put him in a holding cell (holding???) until he finishes his gladiator fights (he loses like 60% of the time because he’s not very good at fighting with spears and apparently thats all they will give him; he eventually gets better at fighting with it though) and it leaves him with scars pretty much everywhere, the biggest across his neck (the gala had to pull his opponent away before he could kill lance: no one is allowed to kill him because he’s bait for the rest of the paladins)                                                                                                                                                         - lance finds out what the metal circle is, the galra had put some sort of earbud into his hear so it’s irremovable. it plays high pitched noises if he talks back or tries to run away. he still doesn’t know what the metal rectangle is for though.                                      - once they get bored of him in the gladiator fights the galra are wondering where his friends are (surely they’d try to take him back right?) so they film him (he’s tortured for information, he’s got burns everywhere, from the bomb explosion and the torture) to send a video to voltron so they’ll give up their lions - once it’s sent they put him in an enclosed room which is pitch black and the walls are a glossy black.                                                                                                                 - que langst. he wonders if his friends will come back for him and if his family misses him at first but it arises to stuff like doubting his friends even liked him and thinking his family was glad he was gone (the type of stuff that happens when you’re trapped in solitude for a while)

and back to keith and the gang

- keith is like guys i’m 99% sure lance is alive whY WONT YOU FRIIKCIN LISTEN TO ME and they’re like how keith?? there was no one there in the remains of the hallway except you JFC
- allura tries to get into the blue lion but it won’t let her in for a few weeks, until the video comes
- a video of a very beat up looking lance is sent from the galra, its raw footage so none of it is edited out and there is a lot of cursing from lance 
- also screams but they don’t know from what, there seems not to be any physical interaction in the video
- and so keith is like “what the heck did i tell you?? he’s alive!!”
- so everyone apologizes and once that happens blue let’s allura in, on the strict conditions they find lance or shiro first
- they make a plan to storm the place with hunk and pidge distracting the galra while keith and allura sneak in
- when the plan is put into action it’s going pretty well for hunk and pidge, but keith and allura have no idea where the heck lance is being kept
- like it’s been a month or two since the video came (keith is guessing in earth terms) so they could have moved him anywhere (and they didn’t get the video for like 4 months after lance vanished, they were coming up with plans and taking out smaller galra bases trying to look for shiro) 
- right when they’re about to retreat they pass by some doors with windows and there’s someone on the table who positively looks 99% like lance
- o shit man it’s lance

to be continued ?? ill probably edit this later it sucks a$$$$$$$$$$ ahahaaaa………….,.,, by,E

Advice Part 2 || Jughead Jones

A/N: The highly requested part two to “Advice!” Hope you guys enjoy!

Link to Advice Part 1: https://mrs-jughead-jones.tumblr.com/post/157518973121/advice-jughead-jones

Gif by @ravemreyes

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By the time you arrived home from your movie with Archie, Jughead had been sitting on the front steps of your house for the last five minutes waiting for you to come home. You said your goodbyes to Archie and thanked him for the fun night before he drove off, leaving just you and Jughead. Turning back to Jughead who was now getting up, you smiled.

“Hey, Juggie.” you said.

He smiled shyly, and put his hands in his pocket. He seemed… nervous?

“Y/N,” he said. “Enjoy the movie?”

You nodded as the two of you walked up the stairs into your house. Your parents were out that night, having a romantic dinner in the city. It was just you and Jughead. You turned the lights on inside, shrugging off your jacket as the both of you made your way into the kitchen.

“You want dinner? I didn’t eat before the movie, and I’m starving.” you proclaimed, throwing your jacket onto the kitchen table.

Jughead chuckled as he sat down at the kitchen counter.

“Sure.” he said.

You smiled.

“Chicken wings?” you asked.

Jughead scoffed.

“Would I ever say no to that?”

You giggled and opened the refrigerator, pulling out the leftover chicken wings from the night before. Jughead tried to formulate how to articulate his confession of love when you asked,

“How many?”

He looked up at you confusedly.

“What?” he asked.

You held up the bag of fried chicken.

“How many? Three? Four?”

Oh.

“Uh, just two is fine, thanks.” he mumbled.

Your eyebrows reached your hairline.

“Alright, something’s up if you’re only accepting two chicken wings when there’s at least ten of them in here,” you said, placing the bag on the counter, giving your full attention to Jughead.

“What’s going on?”

Jughead swallowed.

“Nothing,” he mumbled. “Just not very hungry tonight.”

Your eyes widened.

“Jughead Jones III “not hungry?!”” you exclaimed. “Who are you?!”

Jughead was silent and you sighed, assuming he just didn’t want to talk about it.

“Well, whatever’s on your mind, it would’ve been pushed to the side if you would’ve just come with us to the theater tonight,” you singsonged. “You would’ve liked it.”

Jughead smiled.

“Yeah?” he asked.

You nodded. The raven-haired teen took this as an opportunity to say something. It was now or never. He cleared his throat.

“You know, we could see a movie together at the theater next weekend or something. If you want. Me and you.” he said, as casually as he could muster.

You rose your eyebrows at him.

“I thought you hated the theater.” you pointed out.

He shrugged.

“Yeah, but I love you,” he said suddenly and froze.

Son of a—

Your mouth dropped opened at your best friend’s sudden confession. Jughead’s cheeks turned bright red as he realized what he’d done. So much for asking you out casually. You were about to say something when Jughead cut in.

“Th-That didn’t come as well I wanted it to,” he began, looking down.

You don’t say?

“But, um, I-I do love you. And I guess what I’m trying to say, or rather ask is, if you would maybe want to go on a date with me next Saturday night?” he asked, looking up at you.

“Jughead, I—“

Jughead quickly stood up.

“If you don’t want to, that’s okay as well, I just wanted to try and—“

“Jughead!” you exclaimed, stopping his rambling.

You chuckled.

“You gonna let me talk?” you asked.

He nodded and signaled for you to go on, hand shaking. You took a deep breath.

“I’d love to go on a date with you next weekend.” you said, smiling brightly.

Jughead’s eyes widened and excitement filled him.

“You-you would?” he asked.

You nodded.

“And I guess I should come clean about this,” you said, looking down. “I love you too. I have since last year.”

Jughead couldn’t believe it.

“What?! Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, smiling.

“I don’t know! Why didn’t you tell me until now?” you asked back.

“I don’t know!” he said back, and the two of you started laughing at each other.

When the two of you had stopped your laughing fits, Jughead looked up at you again shyly.

“So… Saturday? 7 o’clock?” he asked. “I can pick you up.”

You beamed.

“That sounds great.”

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A/N: Hope you guys liked it! Give me some feedback! Prompts are now OPEN again as of 2/21, so let me know if there’s anything you want me to write!

Baby Daddy● Dean x Reader●

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Masterlist |Send In A Request

Synopsis: Dean Finds out he has a kid when him, Sam and Marry go to investigate a case.

Request: Dean request? A fluff one. Where the reader and him use to be a thing but she leaves. Dean Sam and Mary go to the case and finds out it was the reader that got injured and dean finds out he has a kid. Can she be 4 . Awkward fluff- Anonymous

A/N: I decided to do this fluff one since I’ve done a lot of angst. Fix your hearts from my angst.

WARNINGS: Fluff, supernatural themes,demons.

“Mummy, can you sing that song?” Alyssa, your four year old daughter asked, as you tucked her into bed.

“Of course sweetie” you cooed, laying down next to her on your side, stroking her hair. Her green eyes looking at you tiredly.

“Hey Jude, don’t make it bad, take a sad song and make it better, remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better, hey Jude, don’t be afraid, you were made to go out and get her, the minute you let her under your skin, then you begin to make it better,And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain, don’t carry the world upon your shoulders, for well you know that it’s a fool who plays it cool, by making his world a little colder, nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah” you sang softly, noticing her eyes flutter shut.

“Goodnight my little sweet pea” you whispered, kissing her forehead.

Quietly getting up and walking towards the door. Turning around to look at her sleeping soundly.

You let out a sigh, turning off the light. You shut

She looked so much like Dean.

“Time to clean up” you mumbled, walking down the stairs.

Walking up to the sink, turning the tap on. Grabbing the dishcloth and putting it under the water.

Ringing it out and walking to the table to wipe it.

You started to hum the rest of hey Jude, as you wiped away. You stopped humming Hey Jude, when a loud moan came through the thin walls the separated your townhouse from the other one.

“At least someone is getting lucky” you grunted, as you put the dishcloth back into the sink.

You turned around to see the lights flicker. A loud blood curling scream rang through the room.

“Son of bitch” you cursed, running up the steps and into your room. You quickly grabbed your gun from your dresser. Running back out only for something to wrap around your legs

“Mummy” Alyssa cried, as she hugged you tighter.

“Alyssa, I need you to go to your room okay sweetie and don’t come out until I come back, I’m going to go see if our neighbors are okay” you said, making her nod, she took off running towards her room.

You ran down the stairs and out the door, opening your neighbor’s door.

Your noise wrinkled when the smell of sulfur hit your noise.

“Typical” you grumbled, as you rounded the corner, into the master bedroom.

“Put the knife down” you demanded, raising the gun, making him turn around.

“Oh god” you gasped out, as his eyes turned around his eyes pitch black. His neck cut.

“There’s she is” he chuckled.

“What did you do Jack?” you asked, knowing fully well what he did.

“Jack, Jack is dead, so are these two” he laughed.

“Why?” you asked, putting your finger on the trigger.

“I knew I’d find you, you can hide from Dean but you can’t hide from me” he explained.

“I’m not a hunter anymore” you grumbled, glaring at him as he took a step forward.

“I know that but you are something special to him” he said.

“We’re not to get her anymore” you grumbled, making him raise his hand, pinning you to the wall.

“Hmm, your hiding something, you look more mature, more motherly” the demon hummed, making you gulp.

“Don’t tell me you had his child and ran away with it, oh this gets better and better” he chuckled, banging your head against the wall.

“Leave her out of your little grudge against Dean” you growled, hearing ambulance sirens in the distance.

“See you soon princess” he smirked, expelling himself out of Jacks body.

You let out a gasp, quickly running out of the house and into your own. You drowned out the loud sirens as you took out your phone, scanning through your contacts until you found Sam’s contact. You pressed it, pressing the call button holding it to your ear.

“Please pick up, please” you whispered.

“Hello” Sam answered.

“Sam, I need your help, I think a demons going to kill Alyssa” you whimpered, holding the mobile phone tightly.

“I’m on my way” sam. said.

“Mummy” Alyssa whimpered, making you look at her. You quickly hang up the call, putting your phone in your pocket.

“Alyssa, sweetie” you gasped out.

“I heard you” she said, as you walked up to her, kneeling in front of her.

“Alyssa, let’s get you to bed” you mumbled, picking her up and walking up the stairs.

“You’re bleeding mummy” Alyssa whimpered, as her finger touched your wound.

“I’m fine” you said.

“Are they okay?” she asked, as you gently layed her down on her bed.

“I don’t know” you lied, as tears threatened to fall from your eyes.

“Don’t cry, your too pretty to cry” she said, making you smile.

“Sleep time” you said, pulling the covers over her.

“Can you stay with me?” she asked, giving you puppy dog eyes.

“Of course” you said, laying down next to her.

“If daddy was here he’d protect us” she said, cuddling into your chest.

“Yeah” you mumbled, kissing the top of her head….

~~~~

“Vancouver aye” Dean said, as he turned the radio down.

“Yep” Sam said.

“So miss fancy pants gets herself into trouble her neighbour, which is an old friend of yours, helped her and now she wants your help, couldn’t see just call the cops” Dean grumbled. Not happy that he had to travel all the way to Vancouver.

“Dean, she sounded in trouble and I just thought maybe it’s what we hunt” Sam lied. He couldn’t tell him the truth.

“How did you meet this friend of yours?” Dean asked, making Sam roll his eyes.

“We just meet” Sam bluntly answered, making Dean and Mary look at each other.

“Is she hot? Is she single?”  Dean asked.

“Dean” Mary warned.

“Dean I don’t think she’s looking for anyone, she’s got a child” Sam grumbled, looking down at his phone.

“Oh, maybe if I save her from this creature, she might give me something in return” Dean smirked, making Sam let out a fake gag.

“You sure you want moan (y/n)’s name or think about (y/n)” Sam said, making Dean glare at him through the rear view mirror.

“Who’s (y/n)?” Mary asked, making Dean grip the steering wheel tight.

“Just this girl I used to know” Dean grumbled.

“A girl that broke his heart, he was so in love with her, that he was so whipped” Sam said, making Mary smile.

“I did not, I’m not whipped over her” Dean grumbled.

“Why did she leave?” Mary asked.

“Don’t know, I’ll ask her the next time I see her, if that’s even possible, she went off the grid” Dean grumbled.

“Maybe she had her reason, wanted a normal life” Mary said.

“Normal, she grow up in a family of hunters” Dean laughed.

The rest of the carried was filled with silence.

“Dean, be cool” Sam said, as they hoped out of the car, walking up the pathway that led to your door.

“You be cool” Dean grumbled.

“I’m serious Dean” Sam grumbled.

“So am I” Dean shot back.

“Okay, boys that enough” Mary, stopping their bickering.

Her hand knocked on the door.

“He started it” Dean whined, as Mary knocked on the door.

The door opened, making Deans eyes widen in shock.

“Hey” you greeted, avoiding eye contact with Dean.

“(y/n)” Dean stuttered, making you avert your gaze to sam.

“I’m guessing this is the (y/n) that hurt you” Mary assumed.

“Is Alyssa alright?” Sam asked, as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Yeah, she’s just in lounge room, watching some cartoon” you said.

“Alyssa, who’s that, your life partner?” Dean bitterly asked. As Sam let go of you.

“No my daughter” you grumbled, glaring at him.

“Oh right, of course, you’re probably settled down” Dean grumbled, as Mary and Sam awkwardly looked back and forth between you too.

“No, anyways come in” you sighed, opening the door wide.

“It’s Homey” Dean commented, making you roll your eyes.

“It’s a demon, I saw it with my own two eyes, it’s after me and Alyssa” You explained.

“Should of ganked it then, save us the trip” Dean grumbled.

“Do you have to be a dickhead to me” you grumbled.

“Yeah, you left me and went to have a kid” Dean snapped.

“For Christ shakes Dean, Alyssa is your daughter” you snapped, making Dean’s eyes widen.

“What?” Dean gasped out, as he looked at you.

“I didn’t leave you because I wasn’t in love with you, I left you because I was pregnant with our daughter’ you confessed, making Dean go pale.

“I-I have a daughter and you didn’t tell me” Dean shouted, starting to get angry with you. How dare you kept this from him.

“Come on Dean, do you really think raising a child in motel rooms is the ideal childhood, she needs a stable home Dean, away from demons and creatures” you grumbled.

“That’s working well for you isn’t it, a demon found you” Dean growled.

“Shut up Dean, I wouldn’t have called you if it didn’t put our daughter in danger” you shouted.

Making Sam and Mary let out an awkward cough.

“I can’t be in the same room with you right now, I can’t believe you had our daughter and didn’t tell me” Dean grumbled, walking past you and out the door.

“I’ll go talk to him” Sam said, as he walked past you to follow Dean.

“Thanks” you mumbled, looking at Mary, as she gave you an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, I’m (y/n)” you introduced yourself.

“Mary, Dean and Sam’s mums” Mary said.

“Yeah, Sam told me how you came back, um, do you want a tea or coffee?” you asked, as both of you’s walked into the kitchen.

“Tea, will do” Mary said, as she looked at your daughter looking intently at the screen.

“It’s not your fault (y/n) that you wanted a normal life for Alyssa, Dean understands that” Mary said, as you put two teabags in two cups.

“I should have told him” you mumbled, looking up at her.

“Should of told who what?” Alyssa asked, making you look at her. Her head poking, her green eyes looking curious at you and Mary.

Mary smiled at her, making her shyly look away.

“Um, I just forgot to tell the police this morning how well we knew them” you lied, she gave you a wary look then looked at Mary.

“Who are you?” she asked, in a small voice, her green eyes widen in fear.

“Mary” Mary said, smiling at her.

“Oh” Alyssa mumbled, as she looked back at the TV screen.

~~~~

“There you are” Sam sighed, as he sat on the bar stool next to Dean.

“I can’t believe she didn’t tell she had my daughter” Dean grumbled, as he drank the whiskey.

“Dean” Sam sighed, as Dean put his glass down, signalling to the bar tender to fill it up.

“I deserved to know” Dean grumbled. As the bar tender looked at sam. Sam shook his head no making the bar tender go away.

“She did tell me” Sam said, making Dean look at him.

“And you didn’t tell me, your not even the father” Dean grumbled, running his hand down his face.

“Dean, she is the mother of your child, give her a break” Sam said.

“She left me and took our child, my little girl could have grown up without knowing her dad” Dean ranted, making Sam roll his eyes.

“Dean just talk to her, try and fix this, and maybe if you’re lucky you’s two can rekindle your relationship” Sam said, standing up.

“Fine, let’s go” Dean grumbled, throwing a bill, standing up.

~~~~

Dean and Sam walked through the door, making you look up, from stirring the pasta.

“Uncle Sammy” Alyssa squealed, as she rang up to him, wrapping her tiny arms around his legs.

“Hey Alyssa, this is Dean, my brother” Sam said, kneeling down. She let out a giggle as she looked at Dean.

“Are you my uncle too?” she asked, looking at him in awe.

Dean gulped as her green eyes stared at him intently.

“Um” Dean mumbled, looking at you, then back at Alyssa.

“Alyssa honey, why don’t you show Dean and Sam to the guest room, so they know where they are sleeping” you said.

“Yay, sleepover” she squealed, grabbing their hands and dragging them up the stairs.

“It’s right next to my room” she said, as she opened the door. She turned around towards them smiling at them.

“We have the same eyes and same hair colour” Alyssa noted, as she looked at Dean.

“Must be magic” Dean said, making her giggle.

“My mummy said my daddy saves lives and that’s why his not around a lot I want to meet him one day” Alyssa mumbled, a frowning.

Dean’s heart beat faster at what Alyssa said.

“Hey” you said, walking into the room, making Alyssa’s smile.

“Foods ready” you said.

“Can Dean give me a piggy back ride?” she asked, giving you puppy dog eyes.

“Ask him” you said, looking at Dean.

“Please Dean” she begged, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“With those eyes it hard to say no” Dean said, making her smile.

~~~~

“Don’t do that Dean” you grumbled, as you put the clean dishes away.

“Mum is asleep and Sam, I put Alyssa to sleep, you know I had to sing Hey Jude to her” Dean smirked, as you turned around towards him.

“Yeah, it’s the only song that will get her to go to sleep. Plus I think she likes you” you said, as you moved past him, only for him to grab your arm and turn you around to face him.

“I’m sorry about this afternoon” Dean apologised, his hand cupping your cheek.

“It’s okay, I understand” you mumbled, averting your eyes to the ground. Only for Dean to tilt your chin up.

“She told me that you told her that her daddy saved lives” Dean said, making your breathing get heavier.

“Yeah, she asked and I just-I” you stuttered.

“Sh” Dean hushed, as his lips pressed against yours softly.

You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“How cute” Alyssa sneered, making you and Dean pull apart.

“Honey” you gasped out, as she smirked, her eyes turning black.

“Son of a bitch” you and Dean cursed, Dean pulled you behind him.

“Oh Dean, I’ve dreamed about this for a long time” she sneered, raising her hand and pinning him against the ceiling.

“Alyssa sweetie” you gasped out, as the demon walked closer to you, pinning you against the floor.

The lights flickered, as Alyssa towered above you, eyes black.

“No” you cried, as a knife plunged into your abdomen.

“You let her go you sick bastard, let the both of them go” Dean growled, from the ceiling.

“Shut up you whore, you know (y/n) for a mother you should of protected her from demons but of course you’re a bad mother just like your mother when you were little

“Please just” you begged, making the demon laugh. It hurt you to listen to Alyssa’s laugh, even though it wasn’t hers.

“I told you I’d kill you and dean is going to watch your precious creation kill his love” the demon snarled.

“Hey” Sam shouted, making the demon glare at him and Mary.

“Oh more” the demon smirked.

“Come get me” Sam shouted.

Making the demon step forward, it tried to move but couldn’t.

“Devils trap” you mumbled.

Making it growl.

Sam quickly took out

Dean fell beside you, letting out a groan.

“You okay?” you asked.

“Peachy” Dean grumbled.

He turned towards you his eyes widen at your wound.

“(Y/n), whoa hey” Dean mumbled.

“Please look after her if I die” you whispered.

“You’re not going to die” Dean said, making you smile at him weakly.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas omnis incursio infernalis adversarii. Omnis legio! Omnis con…potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii. Omnis legio! Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica! Ergo, Draco maledicte et omnis……legio diabolica, adiuramus te! Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii. Omnis legio! Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica! Ergo, Draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te!” sam yelled,black smoke escaping.

Mary quickly caught Alyssa before she hit the ground.

Your eyes flutter shut making Dean panic.

~~~~

“Alyssa awake Dean” Sam said, making Dean look up. Dean gave Alyssa a weak smile, as she walked into the room that you were in.

“I hurt mummy” she sobbed, as she stood next to Dean.

“It wasn’t you” Dean said, tucking a lose piece of hair behind her ear.

“He, the guy he said that you were my farther”

“Yeah, I’m your dad” Dean said.

“I want my mummy” she cried.

“Hey, sh, it’s okay, come here cutie” Dean sighed, as Alyssa wrapped.

“I’m sorry daddy, I hurt mummy” she cried, as Dean kissed the side of her head.

“You’s two are so cute” you weakly said, making them look at you.

“Mummy, I am so sorry” she cried, as she climbed on the bed, Dean helping her.

“Hey sweetie pie” you cooed, as she wrapped her arms around you, resting her head against your chest.

“Hey” you said, as Dean’s hand stroked your cheek.

“Hey” Dean cooed.

“I think me and Alyssa should live with you and Uncle Sam” you said.

“Like a family?” she asked, her eyes lighting up with happiness, as she looked at you then Dean.

“Yeah” you said, smiling at Dean.

“Are you sure?” Dean asked, making you nod.

“What about you cutie?” Dean asked, making you blush.

“Yes” she answered, as you moved over to make room for Dean.

He wrapped his arm around you and Alyssa cuddling into your side.

“I love you’s both, so much” Dean whispered, kissing your temple.

“We love you too” you mumbled, turning your head to look at him.

Deans lips touching yours softly…

Sorry if this sucked. But part two of Run and Hide is coming out tomorrow..

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7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook x reader - Part 2

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After that exciting encounter, you spent your Sunday completing unfinished work and before you knew it Monday had come.

Dragging yourself into class you noted that, aside from you, Jungkook seemed to be the only other person in class this early. You paid no mind to his slouched sleeping figure and unceremoniously dropped onto your seat. You hoped, no, prayed he would not wake up but luck was not on your side as you heard his chair scrape the floor as he stood. His footsteps grew closer until they stopped behind you and you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“What?” You snapped your body to the side to direct a glare his way.

“I stopped wearing my ass as a hat.” He was giving you a stupid smirk and you hated the way it made your cheeks warm and gave you butterflies.

“Congrats? What do you want a medal?”

He leaned in close to your face, smirk still present and eyes sparkling.

“Your ‘thank you’.”

To say you were confused was a slight understatement and he seemed to understand that from the look you gave him. Despite this, he merely chuckled.

“You know, you look cute Jungshook.”

“What in gods name is 'Jungshook’?”

“Just something.” He walked around your desk and sat on the chair infront of you, resting his arms and chin on the top of your desk. Eyes looking up at you from under his lashes, you tried desperately to ignore him by pulling out a workbook and flipping to a random page. Your patience was very short, however, as you snapped a few moments later.

“Shouldn’t you have a random girl hanging off your arm right now? Why are you here?” He flashed his rabbit like teeth at you as he brushed a hand through his hair.

“I was waiting for you. I miss you.”

What?

“Where’s Kookie? I saw him walk through the gates.” Hye Mi’s loud voice interrupted him and he quickly retreated back to his seat as she walked in. She narrowed her eyes at you and stalked in your direction. By the time she reached you, you noticed the water bottle too late. Crisp cold water drenched you and you jumped off your seat in shock.

“What the fuck are you doing!” You shoved Hye Mi and glared daggers at her innocent smile.

“You looked hot. I was just being a good friend.”

You were not going to let her get away with this. Reaching into your bag you grabbed your own bottle and unscrewed the cap, dumping the contents onto Hye Mi’s head. Her screech resonated throughout the room and corridors as students flocked to the entrance to see what was happening. Her friends were quick to react and ran to her side. You stole a glance at Jungkook he seemed as apathetic as he usually did in class.

A sudden push brought your attention back to the matter at hand. Hye Mi was fuming as she reached for your hair and pulled. The yell you let out seemed to grab Jungkook’s attention as he stood and paced towards you both. He grabbed Hye Mi’s hand and stared her down.

“Let go.”

The anger in those two words gave you chills and apparently Hye Mi felt the same as she quickly obeyed. Your anger returned in a few short moments but this time it was directed at Jungkook.

Why did he want to help all of a sudden?

Why now after 2 years of torment?

“I don’t need you to save me, this isn’t a fucking fairytale Jungkook. Leave me alone.”

You left no room for a reply as you grabbed all your things and left without so much as another word.

-

School wasn’t any better the next day. Areum was off sick and when you arrived Jungkook wasn’t there (you hated that you felt slightly disappointed.) As the day progressed you done your work as you normally would, the death stares Hye Mi and her friends were giving you were nothing new.

Lunch came by quick and you headed to your usual table that you shared with Areum only to find it occupied by none other than Hye Mi and her friends. Not wanting to deal with them you opted to sitting outside. You needed some fresh air anyway. Walking out the lunch hall doors was something you immediately regretted.

You were greeted with the sight of Jungkook sharing a heated kiss with an older girl, you didn’t recognise. The pain you felt in your heart was what confused you the most since you seemed to recall asking him about the girls he normally has hanging off of him only yesterday. Your train of thought was broken when the girl spoke.

“What’s wrong Kookie?”

“Kookie, are you alright? What’s wrong?”

When you returned your attention back to them you noticed Jungkook looking at you with the expression a child would have when being caught doing something they shouldn’t be. However, you just scoffed at him and headed in the other direction.

You refused to believe you were tearing up because of him.

“Fucking hay fever…”

-

After that, the day progressed painfully slow and you counted down every minute until it was time to leave. You just wanted to go home and let out all your feelings to Areum.

The week seemed to be taking a quick turn downhill, however, as when walking home you decided to take a shortcut.

Your first wrong choice.

Walking past an alleyway wasn’t something that would have intimidated you if it wasn’t for the group of boys lingering in there, smoking. They were obviously from your rival school, judging by their uniform and they seemed to recognise yours too.

“Hey! Hey! I’m talking to you.” The gruff voice from one of the boys made you stop in your tracks.

Your second wrong choice.

The boy who had called out to you, stepped into the light and his obnoxious red coloured hair had set off alarm bells in your head. You had heard of the notorious leader of your rival schools gang but you never imagined you would ever meet him, let alone like this.

You hadn’t notice him draw closer to you until he had a firm grip on your wrist.

“You’re hot for someone who goes to a school like that.” He gestured to your uniform with disgust. His eyes seemed like they were undressing you as he eyed you up and down before a smirk grew on his face.

“Tell you what, how about you come hang with us and me and you can 'play’.” The suggestive idea he had in mind disgusted you enough to make your blood boil.

“How about you go fuck yourself, then you can go fuck all of your little groupies behind you.”

Your third wrong choice

His smirk dropped and his eyebrows furrowed at your reply.

“Feisty bitch aren’t you? Let’s see if you still think the same after I’m done.”

The hold he had on you was too strong and you only realised after trying to shake him off. When that realisation came that’s when you started regretting everything you had done.  He tugged you into the alley way and threw you against a wall. Slamming a hand on one side of your head, he took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke into your face, the smoke making your eyes water.

“I just thought you were hot and wanted to make you my girl. It didn’t have to go this way… oh well.” He proceeded to stub out his cigarette on your hand and sadistically smiled at your hiss of pain.

“Just try and enjoy it babe.” As he leaned in your hands made contact with his chest and you pushed him with all your strength. It was a futile attempt and you then realised  how he had gained his title as leader.

“I don’t want this!” You tried to scream but he saw right through you and covered your mouth.

“And I don’t care.” When you felt his teeth come into contact with your neck, you struggled even more and kicked out, hoping you would hit something. You had a stroke of luck as you somehow managed to kick him in a precious area. He stumbled back and yelled in pain whilst his gang acted quickly and pinned you in place.

“Stupid bitch!”

The sharp sting on your left cheek caused a tear to roll down and that’s all it took for the rest to follow soon after.

“Did you just fucking make her cry?” The eerily calm voice of Jungkook had filled the alley and everyone then turned to the new group of boys standing at the entrance. The look of pure resentment on Jungkook’s face had made even the leader stiffen.

“What? Is she one of your sluts Jeon?”

Jungkook completely ignored the question as he took a step forward.

“I asked you a fucking question. Did you make her cry?” The leader only spat at Jungkook.

“So what if I did? Bitch didn’t give me what I wanted.”

That’s all it took for Jungkook to lose it. He charged at the leader, his friends following after him. The members holding you down let you go to join the fight and you slid down burying your face in your arms and sobbing, the thought of what almost happened to you setting you off.

Yelling from the boys filled the alley, even the calm and collected Jin had joined in, delivering his own fair share of punches. The sound of fists connecting with bodies was something you tried your hardest to block out and it was only until you heard Jungkook hesitantly call out your name, that you dared to look up.

“They ran. They won’t bother you again so please… please don’t cry. I don’t like seeing you cry.” He took slow hesitant steps in your direction, scared that you may reject his sympathy.

“Hey! Don’t cry! I hate seeing you cry.”

“Kookie…” The nickname had slipped past your lips before you could stop it and you all but shot into him, your arms quickly wrapping around him. He was clearly shocked at what you had called him but soon recovered and returned your embrace.

“I promised myself I wouldn’t let anything happen to you… and I fucked up so many times but I swear it will be different…”  The genuinely concerned look he gave you was enough to reassure you that things would be different. You felt Jungkook grab your forearms and lift you up.

“Come on… there’s no way I’m letting you go home in this state, I’m taking you to mine.” He draped a black hoodie over your arms and put the hood over your head, directing you down the street, his friends following.
-

Sitting down in Jungkook’s front living room should have been awkwardly uncomfortable if it wasn’t for the 7 boys doing everything in their power to keep you happy. Jin’s bad dad jokes coupled with Taehyung’s strange faces and Yoongi’s yells of 'shut up’ was enough to keep you giggling. Not to mention Namjoon’s, Jimin and Hoseok’s dancing competition. Namjoon lost.

“Hyung’s! I need you.”

Jungkook’s voice was heard from the kitchen and the 6 boys each stopped what they were doing, one by one entering the kitchen. Their muffled voices were heard and you were sure you heard your name a couple of times but you brushed it off. Not wanting to sit silently and do nothing you stood from your seat and wandered around. Making your way towards the collection of demo CDs on his shelf, you scanned the names and found that one word was always found on each of them.

BTS.

The memory of Yoongi spray painting those exact letters on the wall a couple of nights ago flashed in your mind and you let a soft smile grow on your face.

“I’m gonna debut in a group one day! It would be a hip hop group with loads of members!”

“So… he was serious about that?” You whispered to yourself. A sudden shout from the kitchen made you jump, effectively knocking over Jungkook’s bag from where it was resting on a table a few moments ago.

“Crap…” You knelt down to pick up the things that dropped out when a picture in his open wallet caught your eye. It was of a 6 year old Jungkook and girl, standing side by side, grinning at the camera. Your eyes developed tears as you let out a mixture of a sob and chuckle. Taking the picture out, you flipped it around and read the messy writing on the back.

Jungkook and Y/N
Best friends no matter what happens.

You smiled at the fond memories.

-

“Leave Y/N alone!” A nervous 5 year old Jungkook stuttered out. He ran at full speed in your direction, successfully scaring off the girls who had previously threw sand and pebbles at you. It was too late however as the tears you had been holding in streamed down your face.

“Hey! Don’t cry! I hate seeing you cry.” He pulled out a crumpled tissue and wiped your tears away, his face contorted in concentration. Smiling when he had dabbed away all the tears he began patting the sand out of your hair.

“It’s okay. I won’t let anything happen to you!” He grinned, his eyes squinting and flashed his rabbit like teeth.

-

At the age of 6, both you and Jungkook were stood as close as possible, both grinning at the camera with your two front teeth missing.

“We’ll be best friends no matter what happens, okay?”

-
You approached an 8 year old Jungkook, sitting on a swing set alone. His head was hung low and he was pouting to himself. You crouched down in front of him and looked up at his face.

“Kookie, are you alright? What’s wrong?”

Jungkook’s eyes snapped open at the sound of your voice and he let out a small sigh.

“Se Jun said I won’t be able to become a singer in music class today.” His brows furrowed at the memory.

“But Kookie, you’re a great singer! When your a famous singer everyone will love you and your voice! So don’t worry. Just don’t forget about your number one fan.” Your words seemed to work as Jungkook visibly relaxed. He hopped off the swing set and pulled you up, grabbing your forearms and beaming at you.

“That’s right, I’m gonna debut in a group one day! It would be a hip hop group with loads of members!” As he rambled on you merely smiled back at him, silently praying his dreams would come true.

-

The sound of footsteps brought you back from reminiscing.

“What are you looking at?” You looked up at Jungkook, smile on your face and his eyes widened.

“Wait! I told you I don’t like to see you cry!” He reached for you but you shook your head at him, lifting the wallet and displaying the photo.

“You’re such an idiot. You never really got rid of our memories together.”

He beamed at you, slowly shaking his head.

“How could I? The 7 years we shared together as kids isn’t something I can just throw away.”  You couldn’t control the ever growing smile on your face, happiness bubbling in your stomach. The rest of the boys stumbled out of the kitchen, Taehyung on Namjoon’s back complaining about something to do with having lines in 'Cypher’, Jimin, Hoseok and Suga playfully arguing whilst Jin was snacking on rice crackers.

It seems like your week just got a whole lot more better. Areum was going to love this story.


anonymous asked:

I LOVED the fanfic where jughead is sick and Betty takes care of him, maybe you could do one with Betty being sick and her parents being away so jughead is the only one who can take care of her?


Take Care


“I’m so sorry Juggie, I have to cancel. Migraine. Betty texted to Jughead. She closed her eyes as she set her phone beside her on the bed, willing her head to stop pounding.

Betty got up to turn off the light, hoping that would help. She felt slightly queasy and her muscles felt like weights. 

She flicked through Netflix, trying to find something to watch. For some reason, horror movies when she was sick was her ultimate comfort.

“Hey, Bets!” Jughead called as he lifted her bedroom window, balancing precariously on the ladder.

“Jesus, Jug, you scared me!” Betty said, her voice hoarse. “Didn’t you get my message?”

“No,” Jughead said as he climbed into the room. “I think my phone’s dead. What’s up?” He straightened his tshirt over his abdomen, sauntering over to where Betty was propped up in her bed. “Should I go?”

Betty shook her head, then motioned to her phone charger so Jughead could plug in his cell.

“What’s the matter?” Jughead asked, climbing in beside Betty, forgetting about his phone.

He lifted a hand and gently put the back of it against Betty’s forehead.

Betty smiled. “It’s just a migraine,” Betty winced. “They happen from time to time.”

“And your soultion is to watch Netflix?” Jughead laughed, making himself comfortable beside her.

“Most of the time it doesn’t help but sometimes it distracts.” Betty murmured, sliding her hand into Jughead’s.

“Have you tried caffeine?” Jughead asked, rubbing his thumb back and forth over the top of Betty’s hand.

Betty nodded, flicking through her Netflix options. She closed her eyes suddenly, wincing.

“What about water? Do you need any water?” Jughead asked, knitting his eyebrows together in concern.

“Actually, yeah, could you grab me two advil from the bathroom, too? Thanks, Juggie.” Betty breathed.

Jughead kissed Betty’s forehead and sauntered out of her room, returning a few minutes later with a full glass of water and the pill jar.

“Here,” He murmured, setting the glass of water on her bedside table. He shook two pills into the palm of his hand, dropping them into Betty’s as she reached out. “Where are your parents?”

“Thank you,” Betty said quietly as she swallowed the pills.

“Any time,” Jughead smiled, then climbed back onto Betty’s bed.

“They’re away at a conference in New York, won’t be back til Tuesday.”  Betty ran a hand across her forehead

Jughead nodded. “What did you decide on?” He asked, motioning to the TV.

“Nothing yet,” Betty murmured, handing the remote to Jughead. “I’m going to close my eyes for a bit, see if that helps.”

She turned towards Jughead, resting her head back on her pillow. 

Jughead shimmied lower on the bed, his head the same height as Betty’s.

Betty brought one hand up and ran it over Jughead’s beanie. She pushed it gently off his head and entwined her fingers through his hair.

“Will you stay here… for a little bit?” Betty whispered, shutting her eyes.

 “Of course,” He smiled, leaning closer to Betty. He pressed a gentle kiss between her eyes.

Betty opened her eyes slightly, smiled, and played with Jughead’s hair, running her fingers through his dark locks, causing Jughead’s eyes to close, too.


Two hours later, Jughead woke up in Betty’s darkened bedroom, her hand still in his hair.

He smiled and quietly sat up, moving cautiously as to not disturb Betty. He walked around the bed, taking the half-full cup of water and padded out of the room.

He went downstairs to the kitchen, turning on the kettle and grabbing an ice pack out of the freezer.

His mom used to get migraines all the time - he was wracking his brain trying to remember which tea she swore by. Was it peppermint or chamomile?

He searched the Cooper’s cupboards, looking for tea. He spotted the peppermint first, taking a packet out of the box and put it into a large mug, then poured the hot water over it. As he was putting the box back in the cupboard, he noticed the peppermint oil sitting on the shelf above.

He shoved a bottle of water under his arm, put the peppermint oil in his pocket, and took the mug of tea and ice pack up to Betty’s room.

Jughead padded carefully into the room - not wanting to incur the wrath of Alice Cooper if he spilled - and set the hot mug down on the first surface he saw.

“Betty,” He whispered as he walked over to the bed.

“Bets?” He said again, gently brushing the hair off her face. “Wake up, Bets, this might make you feel better.”

She sighed deeply but didn’t open her eyes.

“Bets,” Jughead laughed. He didn’t know she had been this deep of a sleeper. “Betty, babe, wake up.” He murmured, tracing his thumb down her cheek.

“Did you just call me babe?” Betty whispered, her eyes still closed.

Jughead’s cheeks reddened. “Uh, yeah.” He murmured. “Is that…?”

Betty smiled. “I liked it. How long was I out?” She opened her eyes slowly and propped herself up in bed.

“About two hours. I only woke up ten minutes ago, though. Here,” Jughead walked over to Betty’s dresser to grab the tea and set it down next to her. “This is supposed to help. I got you water, and, -” Jughead took the ice pack and placed it against the base of Betty’s neck. “My Mom always used this.”

Betty winced against the sudden cold.

“Sorry, sorry.” Jughead said quickly, taking the pack away from Betty. He grabbed his hat and placed the ice pack inside. “Better?” He asked, placing it back against her head.

Betty nodded. “Thank you, Juggie.”

“I’m not done yet,” Jughead smiled.

Betty raised her eyebrow quizzically.

Jughead took the oil out of his pocket and unscrewed the lid, placing a few drops on his fingertip.

He gently placed his finger against Betty’s temple, then did the same with her other side. He rubbed gently in a circular motion.

“Is that okay?” Jughead asked quietly.

Betty smiled, her eyes closed once more. “It feels good.”

Jughead smiled, then sat on the foot of Betty’s bed. “Okay, come here, turn around.”

Betty did as Jughead said. He placed his hands on either side of her face, bringing her head down into his lap, face towards the ceiling. He massaged her temples gently.

Her eyes were closed, a smile gently playing on her lips. “Thank you,” Betty murmured.

“For what?”

“For taking care of me, Juggie.”

How to scare Whovians on your slumber party

1)   Put a weeping angel in your garden
2)   Wifi, change your WiFi name to:

3)   Randomly move the angel closer to your home

4)   Break the clock in the room and put another under the bed

5)   Draw tally marks when they’re sleeping with a sharpie

6)   Wake them up with a gas mask on your face and asking: “Are you my mummy?”

7) Start repeating everything they say

8) Put a skeleton in the shadow of a room and let it repeat “Hey! Who turned off the lights?” for a few minutes

Unrequited | I.M

Originally posted by kingpjms

Anonymous said:Hi~ I’m new to your blog :) I love all of your scenarios. Can I request an angst scenario for I.M where you’re his bestfriend and you introduce him to your sister. You liked him for a long time and you gained courage to confess but you saw him and your sister kissing and telling you they hid their relationship to you? Thanks alot!


Y/SN = Your sister’s name

“Come on, Changkyun!” You whined pulling his arm toward your family’s front door.

He laughs at your enthusiasm. As Changkyun is your best friend, he’s been over several times. He’s also no stranger to your family. Over the years he’d gotten quite close to your mother and father. The only person he hadn’t met is your sister. Both of them are quite important to you, so wanting them to meet is only natural. Of course, Changkyun is your best friend, and your relationship with your sister has always been a good one. Although she’s two years older than you, the two of you had always been close growing up. She left the state for college 3 years ago, and only visits periodically now. You’d tried to introduce them during her last visit, but the timing never seemed to be right. Changkyun and your sister canceled more times than you could count, excuses coming from both ends. Eventually, you’d given up, vowing to have them meet the next time she was in town. Which is now! Her plane had landed less than 2 hours ago, while your parents went to pick her up from the airport you worked on talking Changkyun to come over for a visit.

“I actually have plans a little later.” He stated. Oh no. No bailing this time.

“This won’t take long! You can meet her and go if you want!” You’d pleaded.

Not one to withstand your puppy face, Changkyun gave in pretty easily, and that’s how you two ended up here. With you pulling him toward the door so he could meet the only other person beside him you considered to be important in your life,

“Y/SN!” You called in a sing-song tone once you’ve entered. Changkyun laughed from behind you.

“Y/N!” Her voice called before she jumps into sight.

Her eyes widened in shock as she saw Changkyun behind you, but she was quick to fix it, plastering a smile on her face and launching herself toward you. You wrapped your arms around her and returned her embrace. After a few shrieks and squeals, you pulled away and turned to Changkyun.

“This is my sister Y/SN. Y/SN, this is my best friend Changkyun.” You smiled.

They held their hands out to one another and shook, “It’s great to finally meet you, Y/N speaks really highly of you.” Y/SN says.

“Likewise.” Changkyun smiled.

“You two go on the porch, go talk!! I’m gonna grab some snacks.” You beamed and left before either of them could reply.

You quickly grabbed whatever snack within your reach. The dorky smile never left your face as you waddled towards the porch with the snacks and drinks tucked firmly in your arms. You saw Changkyun just casually talking to your sister, looking serious, but you just brushed it off since he always looks so serious. 

“Yeah, but she can-..” You barely heard your sister reply to him as he cut her off. 

“Y/N! You’re gonna drop something!” Changkyun sighed with a quiet whine as he stood up and walked up to you. Taking some stuff out of your arms, you two walked out onto the porch. You sat in the middle, your best friend on your left and your sister on your right. You glanced in between the both of them as the awkward silence grew. 

“So, what were you two talking about?” You asked, trying to start a conversation, but as soon as the question rolled off your tongue, the two began to quickly say different topics. You looked at both of them, the confusion clear on your face. 

“O..kay then?” You squinted and shrugged. Between the three of you, small talk came and went. At one point, you kept trying to find excuses to leave, but before you could say an excuse, Changkyun beat you to the punch. 

“Uh, I gotta go. I have practice.” He quickly mumbled and tried to walk off quickly. 

“Wait!” You exclaimed and stood up. “You’re still sleeping over right?” You saw him visibly tense up. 

“Um, are your parents okay with that?” You heard him sigh softly before turning around to look at you. 

“Yeah, they’re always okay with that. Plus, they have a dinner party to go to so they won’t be home till late.” You explain with a hint of disappointment and confusion in your voice. 

“T-Then yeah. I’ll come.” He gave you a small smile before looking towards your sister and sighing. You and your sister saw him walking away, running his hand through his hair. 

“What was that about?” You ask, turning to look at your older sister. You expected a reply but you only got a shrug. Sighing, you two spent the rest of the afternoon together. 


A knock on the front door made you pause the video game you and your sister were playing. 

“Give me a sec. It might be Changkyun.” You say, not hiding your smile. You went and opened the door only to see him carrying a duffle bag, most likely having pajamas, movies, and different snacks. He greeted you with a small wave and a smile. You returned the greeting with a tight hug. 

“So, what have you done all afternoon?” He asked as he walked into the house with you by his side after closing the door. 

“Nothing much. Just some casual competitions between sisters.” You say, looking towards your sister. She looked up from her phone and looked towards your direction. She and Changyun held eye contact for a split second before he turned to look at you. 

“I’m gonna put my stuff up in your room, okay?” He asked, not really expecting an answer and walked up the stairs. You shrugged and continued your game with your sister. Changkyun came downstairs in the middle of the game, just quietly sitting beside you. You groan at the TV and lean your head back. 

“I win! Again!” Your sister flaunts. Changkyun, on the other hand, looks at how you’re being a sore loser and takes the control away from you while laughing at your pout. 

“My turn.” He smiles and starts playing with your older sister For the rest of the night, the three of you kept playing until your sister yawned and stood up.

 “It’s getting late, we should all go to bed.” She smiled sleepily at you. 

“Awe, one more round?” You asked, with a smile. “Tomorrow, promise. The both of you also should go to bed.” She chuckled started to make her way up the stairs. 

“Okay, mom!” You teased and lowered the volume to the TV. Only to continue playing until both you and Changkyun started to feel sleepy. Yawning, he helped you clean the living room a bit before the both of you walked up the stairs to your room.

“So, it seemed like you got along with Y/SN.” You smiled as you sat down on the edge of your bed, looking at your best friend, who had his back to you as he changed. 

“I guess.” 

“Why do you say that? You two acted like you guys known each other for a while now.” 

“I just acted like that so I won’t make you upset.“He said, raising his voice. 

"Make me upset? You’re the one that sounds upset.” 

“I’m just tired, okay?” He said, trying hard to raise his voice again. 

“Fine.” You sighed and grabbed your pajamas then went to go get changed in the bathroom. It wasn’t unusual that you and Changkyun had an argument. You two have multiple arguments because you both have strong personalities. But it did surprise you that he suddenly got so defense over the simple subject. Sighing, you got changed then walked back to your room. You saw Changkyun sitting against the foot of your bed, texting on his phone. 

“Who are you texting?” You ask softly, Changkyun barely even heard you. 

“Um, Hoseok.” He hesitated before mumbling and putting down his phone. “Hey, I’m sorry for acting like a dick, kind of. Before you left.” He stood up, leaning against your bed as he apologized. 

“Forget about it. Let’s just go to sleep, yeah?” You turned around and gave him a small smile so he doesn’t continue to think that you’re mad at him. 

“Okay.” He sighed and went to go lay down as you turned off your light. Then you got to think about the argument again. Yeah, the fight was stupid. If you could even call it a fight. You turned your light on, making Changkyun groan because he was about to fall asleep. 

“What?” He whined. 

“Why did you tense up when I asked to make sure that you were staying the night? And why did you and my sister always make awkward eye contact?” 

“Because I just met her.” He mumbled and turned away from you, hoping you would just leave it there. 

“I know Y/SN was dating someone but she hasn’t told me how it is.” You point out. 

“Are you saying that I’m the one dating her? I just met her!” He sat up on your bed. 

“I was-…” He cut you off before you could finish. 

“I don’t know why we’re even having this conversation.” Changkyun stood up and shook his head. 

“Where are you going?” You asked as he made his way out your bedroom door. 

“I’m going to sleep downstairs. Goodnight.” He said kinda angrily and shut your door, harder than he should’ve. 

You sighed, knowing that you most likely should’ve been smarter about everything. You were tempted to go downstairs and apologized, but it would’ve made things worse since he was still angry. You shook your head at yourself and turned off the lights. You didn’t fall asleep right away but soon enough. 

The next morning, you woke up a little on the later side, but you knew you still needed to apologize. You basically sprung out of bed, as you got dressed, you started to think: “I should tell him how I feel. But it could make things worse. The chances anytime would 50/50. Might as well just do it, huh?” You fixed your hair quickly as you made up your mind.

You’d had a crush on your best friend for quite some time. It started off completely platonic. In fact, in the beginning, you’d found him undatable. He was mostly quiet and extremely awkward, which you found off-putting. It almost seemed as though he didn’t want to be your friend. After taking the time to get to know him you couldn’t help but be attracted to him. He was kind and childlike. He made you smile with lame jokes.Your heart skipped a beat with every encouraging word that left his lips. He was everything a good boyfriend should be, but he wasn’t your boyfriend. Yet… With any luck, your confession would go over smoothly and it’d be a happy ending for the two of you. The prospect of finally dating Changkyun made you giddy with glee. You’d rationalized why the confession needed to happen now, over and over in your head, before yanking your bedroom door open and stepping out into the barren hallway.

Walking out of your room, you took so many deep breaths, that you couldn’t even tell if it was helping to slow down your rapid beating heart. You heard some quiet talking, but since you were standing in front of your sister room, you assumed that she was just on the phone with a friend. You walked downstairs, slowly trying to think of a simple way to explain everything to your best friend. Midway on the stairs, you were about to call out to Changkyun, but what you saw in the living room made you want to run out of your house instead. 

“So I was right.” You said loud enough for the couple to hear and not your sleeping parents. Changkyun, who was basically making out with, the only other person you trusted, your sister, pulled away quickly as soon as he heard your voice. 

“I can explain!” He exclaimed quickly as he saw the tears in your eyes. 

“Don’t. I get it.” You sighed shakily, and rushed out of the house, slamming the door behind you. You weren’t really at them, more at yourself. You felt so stupid that you couldn’t see their relationship. You had the signs, so why couldn’t you see it? At this point, tears were streaming down your cheeks, your mind was running with all of these hints that were making their relationship obvious. You heard Changkyun yelling your name behind you. Not wanting to see the only person that broke your heart, you ran faster than turning around the corner, losing him behind you.


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- admin Dawn (with bits from AJ)

anonymous asked:

Please sir, I beg of thee: A surprise birthday party for Nico? And (hint hint wink wink) ENGAGEMENT???/?

(BEFORE ENGAGEMENT…)

Nico knew that something was up. For some reason, Will sent Nico off to pick up the groceries, which Nico never did. Will usually did the shopping for them, and Nico just stayed at their small apartment and watched tv or did some household chores. The grocery store was only down the street, and Will told him that they only needed a few thing. Nico bugged Will into letting him buy Oreo’s and some other junk. Will agreed, as long as Nico ate. 

As Nico walked down the street, he didn’t look up at anyone walking by him, and just made his way down to the store. He had a feeling something was up with Will, but he shrugged it off and just did his bidding. After all, he was a good boyfriend. He got to the store, and then went inside, getting the items Will had asked for. s he stood in the checkout line, he thought he saw a strawberry van pass by. Like the ones at Camp Half-Blood. He shook his head, and paid for the items. 

As he walked home, he snacked on some of the Oreo’s he bought, and made his way towards their apartment. He rang the apartment bell, and the buzzer let him inside. As he headed up the stairs, he noticed that he was almost done with half of the Oreo’s. Well, Will should be happy. I ate something… He shrugged and then knocked on their apartment door. It opened as he knocked, and then he pushed it open fully. The lights were all turned off. He took a step in.

“Surprise!” A chorus of voices shouted at Nico, who let out a odd noise like a dying cat. 

“Oh gods…” Nico grumbled. He sighed as the lights turned on and his group of ‘friends’ were in his living room. “Lets see…” Nico laughed a little, “Sparky, nice to see you, I guess.”

“Nice to see you too, I guess, Neeks.” Jason smiled, and adjusted his glasses. 

“Hazel, its actually nice to see you.” Nico smiled towards his half-sister, “Oh, and Frank, hey man..?” 

“Hey.” Frank nods, and looks around uneasy. Hazel smiles, and goes and hugs Nico, and laughs at him.

“You are still so skinny.” She smiles and ruffles his hair.

“Ok, so what is this for?” Nico sighed, after saying ‘hello’ to Percy, Annabeth, Leo, Calypso and Piper. Will smiles and then shrugs.

“You deserve love, and why the heck not?” Will laughs and walks over to Nico and put his arm around his neck, “Right?”

“Well only really from you…” Nico shrugged and then blushed as Will kissed his cheek. 

“That’s good.” Will said softly and then looked at Annabeth, “You guys ready?”

“Yep, I have the basket and Percy will bring the rest.” Annabeth smiled and then Percy groaned, picking up a basket and a huge blanket.

“What are we doing?” Nico sighed.

“Going to the park.” Will smiled, “For lunch.” 

“Ok, no, really, what is happening..?” Nico sighed, looking at Will in the eyes, “Truth.”

“We are going to go eat lunch in the park.” Will sighed, “Geeze, calm down.”


It wasn’t as bad as Nico thought it would be. Percy and Leo spread the blanket down in a shady spot in the park by the pond, and Annabeth, Piper and Calypso set up the lunch. Nico still thought it was a little weird, but he shrugged it off. Hazel and Frank invited everyone to play Cards Against Humanity, and they all sat down for lunch and played. Will had tossed Nico an apple, and no one saw that gesture. Nico thought nothing of it, and just put it down. Nico had never played that game, and was embarrassed to say most of the responses to the black cards. He kept complaining to Will about his cards, but Will just laughed, telling him that is how the game works. 

“Hey, Neeks, wanna go on a little walk?” Will smiled and stood up after the game was finished, and offered his hand. 

“Sure…” Nico smiled, actually smiled, at Will and took his hand, letting Will pull him up onto his feet. 

They continued to hold hands as they walked, and Hazel giggled as they walked off. Nico ignored it, thinking maybe Frank said something funny or maybe it was Jason. They are all weird. Actually it was probably Leo… Nico got lost in thought. Will had to clear his throat to get his attention. Will sat down on a large rock, and Nico joined him. 

“I don’t know if you just didn’t realize it, or ignored it on purpose…” Will sighed, “I, umh, well, do you know what it means when someone tossed an apple to someone else in the Ancient times?”

“Yea, isn’t that a marriage proposal?” Nico asked then remembered what happened. “Oh gods, Will… I didn’t realize…” Nico hid his face from Will in his hands. “Shist…”

“No, no.” Will laughed, and hugged Nico, “Neeks, I thought you ignored me… Like you did not want that gesture or something…”

“Shist, yes…” Nico looked up at him, tears in his eyes, “Will, I’m so sorry…” He almost laughed as he was silently crying. 

“Well that’s good.” Will smiled and held Nico’s hand, “Because I already told them all that you said yes.”

Chuck x Reader- Give it All

Originally posted by jensenackesl

Characters: Reader, Chuck, and Crowley

Pairings: Chuck x Reader

Warnings: ANGST, slight smut (nothing to heavy), sadness

Tagging: @crowley-you-sinnamon-roll IT’S FINALLY FINISHED!! YASSS!!

Summary: What would you give to get someone back? Would it be worth it?

You walked along the dark gravel road, your mind wandering. It was brisk tonight. The wind was stinging your face, and your eyes were watering. You just hadn’t quite bundled up warmly enough. If he was here, he would have made you wear one of his coats. Then again, if he was here you wouldn’t be walking down an abandoned road in the middle of the night. You thought back to the very first time you met him.

               Dean hustled you out of the Impala and ushered you toward the run down house.

               “Well doesn’t this look pleasant,” you looked up at Dean.

               “Go on then, I’ve got to get to Sam.” He replied rather impatiently.

               “Can’t I just come with you? I’m sure this guy has lots to do, and doesn’t have time to babysit me!” You protested.

               “Y/N. Go.”

               “Aren’t you at least going to introduce us?”

               “Introduce yourselves.” And with that he got back in the car and drove off.

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anonymous asked:

Okay so I just got this imagine idea. Basically it would take place during a ball and it features Severus and the person who he has feelings for(she likes him back,neither have had the courage to speak up yet)somehow they end up dancing toghether. While she is distracted Severus glances at her and whispers "Beautiful" at the sight of her, when she turns to ask what he said he covers it up by saying that he meant the music.I haven't thought of an ending but please write it!Doesn't have to be long

Severus Snape stood at the corner of the ballroom like a particularly ill-tempered shadow, practically itching to leave.

Truth be told, he hated Ministry functions- all these disgustingly smug Ministry bastards in their disgustingly expensive robes rubbing shoulders with others like themselves gave Severus the worst sort of indigestion.  Though he had no appetite, he was, in fact, holding an empty champagne flute that he’d unceremoniously emptied at least three times in a nearby bush simply to avoid having to be asked for the fifty-millionth time if he’d like some hors d’oeuvres by one of the over-eager Ministry house elves.

He sighed heavily when the champagne flute refilled itself as though by magic and glared at the nearby house elf, who’d frozen mid-snap.  With a slight wave of his hand, he dismissed the elf, who looked as though she was about to start boxing her own ears right then and there for displeasing him before disappearing with a sharp pop. Severus took a step to try and explain that this wasn’t necessary, but then he realized that since it hadn’t worked on all of the house elves he’d grumbled at over the years at Hogwarts for trying to be helpful and making things worse, it probably wouldn’t work on her either.

The only reason he was at the stupid event was because Minister Shacklebolt (damn him!) had told him that the galleons he’d be receiving along with whatever the bloody award of the week was this time were contingent on his attendance.  He looked up at the ornate clock near the far side of the ballroom and sighed.  There were still forty-five minutes until midnight, and Severus only had eyes for the Ministry’s clocktower. Once it chimed even a single time, he could finally disappear from this godforsaken place like a sour-faced Cinderella.

He snorted into the champagne flute at the thought, pretending to be in the middle of drinking it to avoid yet another overstuffed Ministry official who looked like he was about to come over and talk to him.  He’d worn his blackest, least-ornate robes, the buttons fastened all the way up to his chin like armor against being considered sociable or in any way conspicuous. He looked over at the other recipients, which were basically a bunch of the members of Dumbledore’s Army (the wankers, he thought, all dressed up like they’re playing at being like their elders), and some of the other professors from Hogwarts. Minerva had already saved him a couple of times from nosy gawkers, but she was in the middle of dancing with Phineas Fickleboro, the esteemed Transfiguration researcher from Istanbul, and Severus knew that she wouldn’t be able to save him if someone happened to find him in his concealed space behind the fat marble pillar in the shadows of the ballroom.

A buzzing near his ear made him flinch and he swatted at it instinctively. Unfortunately, he forgot that he was holding the champagne flute with champagne still in it, and ended up pouring it all over the place.

There was a loud thump as something heavy hit the ground and a shrill squeal assaulted his ears, making him wince.

“HEY! What the feck do you think yer doin’?!”

Severus knew that voice. He turned his head slowly, as if this would change the truth of the person who lay sprawled out on her back, her robes drenched in champagne.

“Miz Skeeter. Apparently, you have taken my previous instructions to buzz off rather literally,” Severus said, stepping back and glowering at her. “Good evening.”

He swept off, hoping that he looked like he was stomping away in fury instead of fleeing.  Skeeter had been merciless since his survival had come to light- following him everywhere during the day and having Prophet interns tail him at night. The damn woman was a pest who was obsessed with writing unflattering articles about him. Normally, Severus wouldn’t care.

He’d been called worse by friends, after all, and Skeeter was no friend.

However, he was also in the process of having several new potions patented, and plans to open his own owl-post apothecary, so he was doing his best to avoid as much negative press as was possible.

“Mr. Snape! A word, please!”

Skeeter had apparently found her wand and cleaned herself off, for she was following after him at a frightening speed. Severus turned away from her to find that he was mere inches from the dance floor.  A murmur of interest filled the room and Severus felt his cheeks growing warm with embarrassment, but at the next bellow from the harridan behind him, he forced himself into the crowd of dancers.

Suddenly, someone had taken his hand and he felt himself spun around to find Minerva’s laughing eyes and cat-ate-the-canary smile as she led him away from the livid journalist.

“Thank Merlin,” he said, before he could compose himself, “I was beginning to think that bitch was going to cast a Permanent Sticking Charm.”

Minerva chuckled. “Well I knew that it would take a fairly extreme situation to get you out into the light of day-”

“It’s half an hour to midnight, Minerva,” Severus replied, unimpressed.

“Be that as it may, it’s good to see that you’re finally putting all those years of teaching Slytherin House to dance to practice, even if it’s little old me,” Minerva continued, twirling him out and then bending him backwards in her arms.

“You do know that I’m supposed to be the lead,” Severus said, once she pulled him up out of the dip, his cheeks going slightly pink.

“You’re three decades too young to lead me anywhere, and you know it,” Minerva chuckled as they two-stepped towards the other side of the dance floor.  They stopped and clapped politely with the rest of the crowd as the music ended. “Now, then, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?”

Severus was about to reply when he felt a finger tap gently on his shoulder and he spun abruptly, his eyes widening with surprise.  There, before him, stood a young woman who looked rather familiar, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Her hair was short, though ringlets of chestnut brown hair curled around her face in a wild sort of way that filled Severus with a strange heady sensation in his belly. She wasn’t heavily powdered or garishly dressed. There was a simplistic, natural air to her that he instantly envied, but she carried herself with a power and confidence that made her look older than her years. Her eyes were golden and seemed to shimmer in the light of the many candles floating above them.

Instantly, Severus found himself transported back to his stammering, awkward, teenaged self.

“Severus, you’re gawking,” Minerva politely whispered to him, and he shut his mouth, which had been hanging open and making him look (he was certain) like a total moron.

“Good evening, Minerva, Mr. Snape,” the woman said, curtseying slightly

“Good evening, Miss Granger,” Minerva said kindly.

“Please, I’ve told you a hundred times that it’s fine to call me Hermione. I feel like a first year when you call me that!” Hermione laughed, and Severus noticed that her teeth were even and white.

His mind flashed back to his cruel words about her teeth, before, and he hated himself just a bit more than he usually did.

“Old habits die hard, Miss Granger, but I’m sure that there are others who can be more easily persuaded to change their ways,” Minerva replied, a very peculiar smile playing across her lips as she looked at Severus and then looked at Hermione and back to Severus again.

“What?” Severus asked pointedly, glaring at Minerva, who waved mildly and melted away into the crowd, leaving him behind before he could stop her.

“I’m didn’t wish to bother you, Mr. Snape,” Hermione said, turning her bright eyes on him and completely stopping his scowl in its tracks, “but I saw you and I just needed to thank you to your face. You saved my life, you see…and-”

They both abruptly turned towards a horrible screeching sound.

“THERE YOU ARE, SNAPE! THOUGHT YOU COULD ESCAPE, DID YOU!?” screamed Rita Skeeter.

Hermione turned away from him for a moment, placing her body squarely between him and the practically rabid journalist, her hands moving up to rest on her hips.  

And then, an odd thing happened.  

Though Hermione hadn’t made a sound, Rita’s expression went from full of fury to bug-eyed with fear.  Slowly, she backed away and then, when she’d reached the nearest doorway, she turned and practically ran out of the building as fast as her legs could carry her.

Hermione turned back, her face still midway between the intimidating murder-scowl she’d obviously been aiming at Skeeter, but when she finally looked up at him, her face had returned to the almost radiant picture of joy. She had protected him, but not in a way that he’d needed to ask for like some groveling, simpering fool. It filled him with a dangerous, pleasurable warmth and he couldn’t bring himself to look away from her.

“Beautiful,” he breathed out, before he could keep the thought from escaping his lips, and then, “Shite! I mean…the music is…er…beautiful…and…er…I was just going-”

His cheeks burned with embarrassment and he stared up at the cursed clock, which seemed to have only moved a minute or two past the half-hour mark.  Damned thing. Hermione laughed, but it wasn’t a derisive sound. On the contrary, she sounded so merry that he almost joined in.

This was it. He must be going mad.

She held out her hand. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d love to have this dance.  These Ministry functions are so boring, but it looks like you know what you’re doing, and besides, it will pass the time so that we can both get back to our research.”

This got Severus’ attention as he took her hand, leading her back onto the floor as the band began to play a downtempo waltz. “Research?”

“Yes,” Hermione said, mirroring his lead fairly well, though she was obviously about as rusty as he was. “I’m doing research on Ancient Runes and their usage in perpetually renewable charm energy. Unfortunately, there’s not a lot of money in the field even though it’ll be dead useful once I finally get it up and running. Hence my attendance at this pompous affair.”

Severus nearly fell over. It had not occurred to him that anyone other than himself (Minerva, perhaps, but she always enjoyed seeing everyone and was far more social than he would ever be) would feel similarly, much less need the money for ostensibly interesting (although complicated) research projects.  Thinking about his own research made him realize something important.

“So…er…,you mentioned that I…helped you,” Severus said awkwardly. “What, exactly might it have been?”

Hermione smiled mysteriously and Severus felt his heart skip a beat. “I’ll show you if you’d like…when we’re done with this dance.”

Severus swallowed a mysterious lump that seemed to have appeared in his throat, and he willed his palms not to sweat.  The way that she said those words was both seductive and innocuous. It was maddening not to know which it was.

And though he was trying very hard to tell himself otherwise, Severus really, really wanted to find out.

The song ended as soon as the clock struck midnight and Severus blinked rapidly, wondering where the time had gone.

“Thank you, Mr. Snape,” Hermione said, curtsying slightly.

“It’s Severus actually,” he heard himself say.

“Well, then,  Severus-”

“Oi! Mione!”  The slurred speech came from their left and they both turned to see a stumbling, drunken Ron Weasley being held barely upright by a sheepish looking Harry Potter. “G-weh from th’ git thar.”

Hermione let out a huff of exasperation and stomped over to Harry.

“He got into a drinking contest with a centaur,” Harry explained. “She won.”

“She godda mostest perdy trac’s o’ land,” Ron hiccuped. “I wanna ride ‘er like a pony. Coconuts ‘n everythin’…giddyap!”

“I shall forever regret taking him to see Monty Python and the Holy Grail,” Harry groaned. “Mind lending me a hand? I’m about ready to hex him.”

“C’mon, Ron, let’s get you home before you hurt yourself again,” Hermione sighed, her expression beyond exasperated.

It wasn’t until after she’d disappeared into one of the giant floo fireplaces with her two friends that Severus finally realized that he still did not know what she had meant to show him.

Or if he’d ever see her again.

“Come on, Severus,” Minerva said, clapping him heartily on the shoulder, “you’re free to leave now, or did you forget while you were mooning like a lovesick teenager over your dance partner?”

“I was not mooning!” Severus snapped, pulling away from her in a huff.

“Your lovesick expression says otherwise!” Minerva called out from behind him.

“She’s far too young!” Severus shot back. “It’d be disgusting.”

“You know what’s disgusting?” Minerva asked. “People who hide behind faulty logic to avoid their feelings.”

“HAH!” Snape practically yelled. “Perhaps I prefer logic! Logic is safe. Feelings are for dunderheads!”

He finally reached the border of the wards and Apparated away, his ears still burning with embarrassment as they picked up the sound of Minerva’s knowing laughter echoing through the cold night air after him.


“You didn’t have to stay for the after-party to get the monetary incentive for this award,” Minerva mused, handing him a glass of sparkling cider. “And yet here you are. And in some rather new-looking and well-tailored attire at that. Curiouser and curiouser.”

“You do know what they say about curiosity and cats, MInerva,” Severus replied with a sniff.

“Don’t be such a drama queen,” Minerva replied. “You’re merely feeling a bit twitterpated, is all. It’s not the end of the world.”

“That still remains to be seen,” Severus quipped back dryly.

A rather handsome wizard appeared, bowed, and reached out his hand. “May I have this dance, Mademoiselle McGonagall?” he said, his voice thick with a prominent accent.

“Oh, it’s been years since I’ve been a Mademoiselle,” Minerva giggled. “I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for your Miss Granger on the dance floor, Severus.”

“She is not my Miss Granger,” Severus growled irritably.

“That remains to be seen,” Minerva replied with a wave as she was whisked off to the dance floor.

In the end, though he diligently searched for her, she found him again. He turned, trying to force himself not to grin like an idiot when he saw her standing there, her eyes sparkling.

“Hello again,” she said. “Are you…okay?”

“Why do you say that?” he asked.

“You look sort of like you’re in…pain?” She tilted her head slightly and he had to bite his tongue not to make an embarrassing squeeing noise.

“Oh, I’m quite all right,” he managed to grit out, “You know how it is.”

“Actually, I’m glad that we both decided to stick around. I’d hoped we could have another dance.” Hermione blushed and Severus tried to avoid locking his knees. It would not do to keel over in front of her, after all.

“Indeed,” he replied, taking her hand and trying to mirror what he’d seen other wizards with proper etiquette training do.

“I must  admit, I am looking forward to it,” he said, twirling her around gently, not daring to look her in the eye when he said it.

“Oh?” she asked.

“The…thing you mentioned…that I helped you with?” Severus wanted to disappear into his shoes. He’d been practically obsessing about it for the past few weeks, but he’d had very little luck guessing at what it could be.  But what if he was overreacting? Blowing things out of proportion? Hermione seemed to be humoring him with her smile and her sparkling eyes, but what if she-

“Well, while we’re admitting things, I was a bit intimidated by you at first,” Hermione admitted, cutting off Severus’ frenzied thoughts instantly, “but now that I’m talking to you, I feel rather silly about having been afraid.  You’ve definitely changed for the better, Severus.”

Severus could feel his cheeks flushing at the sound of his name. Normally, he disliked how harsh his first name sounded when spoken aloud, but Hermione made it sound beautiful.

“What about your two male cohorts?” Severus asked, trying not to let any overt malice enter his voice. He did not want them to interrupt yet again.

He’d seen the headlines earlier that year regarding the big, public fight that had ensued after Weasley had asked for Hermione’s hand in marriage, and she’d refused politely, citing her desire to continue her studies before settling down. Potter, on the other hand, was determined to force Severus to join his happy family, much to Severus’ dismay.  He sent letters, cards, and even tried to visit his house from time to time.  Severus had become very skilled in the art of pretending that he was never home.

“Oh, they’ve been up in the VIP room for ages,” Hermione replied, gesturing to the stairs that wound up on the side of the room and opened up into some sort of second floor atrium with charmed glass windows that shone brightly with magic so that the people on the other side could see out but no one could see in. “That’s where all the good food is, and they don’t make you dance.”

Severus glared up at the windows, as though he’d be able to see into them if he did so, but they remained opaque.

“Harry has a hard time going out in public without either being assaulted by rabid fans or attacked by people who want to be the one to kill the guy who killed Voldemort.”

Severus winced at the name out of habit though his arm did not actually hurt when she said it, thanks to his patented Cursed Wound Salve.  He’d begun work on it immediately after he’d realized that his cursed snake bite and the faded Dark Mark still had some residual power left in them that left him with debilitating pain, especially when the weather changed.  It had taken him almost a year to perfect it, but after he had finally erased the lingering reminders of the two biggest mistakes of his life, he’d slept soundly ever since.

The song finally ended, and he found himself being led easily by Hermione out to a balcony where they could be alone.

“Don’t worry,” Hermione assured him, “This won’t take long.”

She grinned at him conspiratorily, and before he knew it, he found himself smiling back at her.  This revelation made him blush, which made him feel increasingly out of his depth. Then, she pulled out her wand, warding the doors shut and turning back to him.

Instinctively, Severus felt his fingers itch to curl around his own wand. He didn’t like being backed into a corner without an escape route, even though his bloody heart was shouting at him to shut up and stop being so goddamn suspicious all the time.

“I’m sorry,” Hermione said, noticing his discomfort, “but it was necessary…I don’t want anyone to disturb us.”

She pulled her arm out of her sleeve until she was bare up to her shoulder and showed him the clean flesh on her upper arm. “During the war, Bellatrix tortured me and carved a word with a cursed knife right here, but thanks to your salve, it’s completely gone.  It…it really helped me heal in more than one way.”

Severus immediately felt guilty about all of the amorous thoughts that he’d been harboring.  Here he was, looking at her like a regular letch and she had just wanted to show him how well his potion had worked.

Goddamnit.

“You can touch it if you’d like,” Hermione said, indicating the soft skin on the side of her upper arm.  The way she looked at him was pure sex, and Severus had to stomp on his other foot with one dragonhide boot to refrain from doing as she’d said.

“Actually, I would like to cast a diagnostic spell, if you would let me,” he replied thickly, pulling out his wand and waiting for her reply. The truth was, he didn’t trust himself to touch her. It was too dangerous. It was already dangerous enough to look.

She nodded.

He cast the spell, moving his wand over the length of her arm, marveling at how there was not even a trace of the curse left over. Without thinking, he gently placed his fingers against her skin and ran them over the space she’d indicated earlier.  Her skin was soft and whole.  

“Beautiful,” he breathed again, this time not bothering to apologize.  It was, after all, true.

Hermione let out a soft noise, something between a purr and a sound of agreement. When Severus looked up at her face, he noticed that her pupils had blown wide as she watched his fingers sliding against her supple, silken skin.

“Also,” she said shyly, “I used it on this one as well, and it…well…I hope you don’t mind me showing you…”

This time, she seemed to hesitate before moving to unbutton her plain brown robes down to her waist. Pulling them to the side enough to show a flash of her bra and her sun-kissed skin underneath, Severus inhaled sharply.

The massive scar- the one he’d helped Madam Pomfrey heal after that horrible night in the Hall of Prophecies- it was-

“Gone,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. His fingers reached out as though of their own accord, to touch the space between her breastbone where the thick cord of cursed scar tissue had been. This time, as he traced his fingers against the softness of her skin, she shivered with delight and made a soft panting noise, obviously enjoying his attention.

“You have to understand,” Hermione gasped, “I wanted to write you a letter and leave it at that, but I couldn’t…I had to…I had to see you…let you…”

“Hermione,” Severus bent forward, his breath clouding against Hermione’s cheek, “I…I do not think it is wise for me to keep doing this.”

She angled her head up so that his breath came hot against her lips, which were as flushed as her cheeks. “And why is that, Severus?”

He shivered to hear his name said in such a way. “Because…I…I want to…I…”

Hermione nudged her way upwards until her lips nearly touched his. “But what if I told you that I wanted you to?”

Severus was inordinately glad for the ward on the door behind them as he firmly pressed his lips against her with a moan loud enough to warrant casting a Muffliato for good measure.  Her fingers curled around his hips gently and he sagged into her, letting her pull him against her with a sigh of need. Trailing kisses down her neck, her ran his tongue against the naked skin of her arm in the place that Bellatrix had marked so cruelly.   Hermione kissed him everywhere she could reach as he kissed her, holding her tightly as he did so.  There was something about her that had drawn him in from the beginning, but here, now, it was a lesson in holding back against his overwhelming desire to take her then and there.

Her fingers were sliding down the slight gap around the waist of his trousers and he moaned loudly into her mouth at the pleasure this brought him. Even with his long, imposing robes, he always wore trousers underneath, but at the moment, he was very much regretting having them.

“If we don’t stop soon…it might go too far,” he panted, as she began undoing the buttons at his neck.

“I don’t care,” she replied ardently, “This may be my only chance to see you…to properly…to let you know that I…”

She kissed him firmly and pulled away with great effort. “I’ve read all of your papers. They’re brilliant. Your potion for cursed scars saved my body, but it also saved my mind. I was having flashbacks, nightmares, pain…it was hell.  Anyone who can make such an amazing item and sell it at such a modest fee is someone I can’t help but feel for, especially in light of…everything.”

“Well, then, let me prepare a rebuttal,” Severus replied. “You are gorgeous.” He kissed her nose. “You are kind.” He kissed her cheeks. “You are smart.” He kissed her lips. “And you are a force to be reckoned with.” He kissed her chest above where her heart lay. “I came to this damnable function because I needed to see you again. I would be an utter dunderhead if I walked away from all of that in the name of propriety.”


With that, he kissed her mouth deeply, his mind going blank with pleasure.   Behind them, the clock began to strike midnight and Hermione mewled with delight underneath him.

“Shall we?” Severus asked, pulling away, his wand at the ready.

“Oh, yes, please,” Hermione replied, her eyes half lidded.

His heart hammered in his chest as he grabbed her tightly around the waist and they Disapparated just as the last stroke of midnight faded away.

#15 on the number prompts for @qvoro c; featuring @hyperiontrashbin ‘s Vault Hunter AU


Sooo, I found this waterfall…”

Jack’s interest had been piqued when Rhys had returned from brief scouting the immediate area they had decided to hunker down in for the evening and told him about what he’d uncovered. Shouldering his shotgun—just in case, the area looked pretty safe and stuffed with potential food sources, but appearances on Pandora were deceiving—he follows Rhys away from their impromptu camp and through a small, rocky little canyon. Jack grunts as he scrambles up the rocks, lagging behind Rhys, whose deft, lithe little body maneuvers easily on the difficult terrain. Oh well. At least it gives him a nice view of the little bit of flesh that peaks out over the band of Rhys’ trousers as the young man pulls himself up over the final boulder and perches atop it, turning to watch Jack with a grin.

“Need a hand, old man?” Rhys snickers, and Jack has half the mind to toss a handful of pebbles at him if it doesn’t mean risking tumbling back to earth on his ass.

“Yeah yeah, shove it, kid. If this isn’t worth it I’m hog-tying you up for the rest of the night.” Jack grumbles, arms stinging as he finally swings his body up on top of the boulder where Rhys is perched. He’s about to lay into the kid again, teach him something about respecting the man who’s saved his ass multiple times, when he notices the sight before him.

A rocky depression smooths out below them, bottoming out in a gorgeous, clear little pool ringed by exotic plants and flowers in pink, orange, and yellow that even Jack, in his long treks around all of Pandora, hasn’t seen before. A waterfall splasehs down into the pool opposite of them, sending up a crystalline mist shimmering with rainbow light.

It looks positively heavenly.

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Round Two?

Pairing: Jimin x reader

smut

Originally posted by saliechelon255

You were always one step ahead of Jimin, a grade higher, a year older. Jimin hated it, it was like he couldn’t get a break. He tried to catch up but he just couldn’t and before he knew it you left him at highschool when you started college. Soon he entered the exact same high school. He was in college now but you still looked at him like a younger brother. He hated that, so he was going to change that. He vowed that he’d make you look at him like a man. 

“Bye Irene!” you said unlocking your door or at least you thought you had locked it. It was unlocked and you were immediately cautious of who could be lurking in your apartment. Walking in slowly you turned on some lights, then you heard a shower turn off and Jimin walked out clad in just a towel around his waist. “Jimin?” you asked surprised.

“Hey,” he laughed before walking towards you,

“Um what are you doing?” you asked backing into the couch. He leaned in bare chest extremely close to you, face next to your ear,

“My shirt,” he whispered before pulling back holding a black shirt grinning. You nodded before running off to your room and closing the door, he was so close to you in nothing but a towel. You felt your face heat up and your heart had no intention of slowing down.

“What’s going on with me?” you muttered before patting your cheeks and stripping to change. 

“Noona! Do you want chicken ramyun or….” Jimin trailed off opening the door to reveal you in just a lacy black bra with matching underwear. 

“J-Jimin!” you shrieked grabbing the closest thing to you to cover up, “Get out!”

“Noona.” he said voice lower, glancing up his eyes had darkened, voice husky “You’re beautiful why cover up?” he asked taking a small step towards you. Soon he cornered you against your desk, “Noona,” he paused, “You know I really like you.” You stared at him completely caught off guard by the confession. 

“I-I didn’t know….” you whispered looking away,

“That’s right, you didn’t know that I jack off to you every single night, that seeing you in that cute bikini makes me go crazy. That ever since I accidentally walked in on you with just a towel on I’ve recreated that scene in my head dozens of times.” he paused staring straight into your soul. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out, touching his shoulder softly as if you could comfort him. 

“I’m sorry I made you feel this way…” you whispered not knowing what else to say.

“Don’t touch me!” Jimin said flinching away suddenly, you stared at him, 

“Jimin,” you paused reaching out again, 

“If you touch me again i’m going to fuck you right here and now.” he said, hair disheveled crazed look in his eyes. “I’m leaving.” he said suddenly getting up.

“Wait Jimin!” you called grabbing his wrist, he spun around so fast and pinned you to a wall. 

“I told you that if you touched me again I’d fuck you,” He looked straight at you, “I mean it, I’ll take you right here and now, I’ll make you scream my name so fucking loud the neighbors will know who’s dick is in you. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll see stars and won’t be able to walk in a straight line y/n I will,” he panted, “I’m done being called your best friend, being looked down upon because i’m younger than you,” you looked up through your eyelashes at him, “i’m done being a good boy.” his whispered before he leaned down as if to kiss you. Shaking his head he muttered “I need to leave now.” then he went to really leave.

“Jimin!” you called chasing after him slipping on your towel, “Wait!” you shouted grabbing his hand, “Please.”

“I’m going to fuck you, seriously don’t touch me, let go or i’ll take you!” he yelled not looking at you, you paused. You couldn’t deny the attraction towards him, he was hot and you knew that first hand. 

“I stopped seeing you as a younger brother years ago,” you murmured before hugging him from behind. He froze, before whipping around and pinning you to the kitchen counter. Lips crashing with yours his hands were tangled in your hair. 

“I told you I would, stop me now before it’s too late.” he whispered between kisses, you just shook your heat. You were done denying yourself Jimin, You were done the minute he said he wanted to fuck you, you’ve loved him for so long but had to push those feelings aside and be the mature one that made sure he would get his assignments turned in on time, met curfew, was nice to his parents. Not anymore, no now you were far too gone drunk on his kisses and addicted to his touch. No, no you wanted him, and you wanted him now.

“Bedroom.” you gasped, he just nodded and you both stumbled to your bed, him falling onto you littering kisses on your body and suddenly it was too hot in your room and you both had too much clothing on. Tugging at his shirt he got the message and pulled it off before kicking off his shorts, then he ripped your shirt off and tugged your shorts down. Reaching behind you you unclipped your bra letting it fall to the floor before shimmying off your panties and tossing them somewhere, Jimin stood there and marveled at how beautiful you were. Crossing your arms over your chest you looked away squeezing your legs, you were so embarrassed. 

“Noona, don’t cover them up you’re stunning.” Jimin whispered in awe before suddenly and quite literally diving forward, making you shriek in surprise. Swiping a finger over your slit he tasted your juices, “It’s so yummy.” he said, before leaving kisses down your stomach. Then slowly, he slipped a finger inside, carefully he thrusted in and out before adding another and curling them hitting your sweet spot.

“Oh my god Jimin!” you gasped throwing your head back, toes curling you could feel your core heating up then just like that they were gone and you felt so empty. “Jimin?” you asked opening your eyes to watch him lower his head down and start eating you out. You’d never felt someone with such a sensual tongue, he ran it up your slit before gently sucking on your clit. You were in heaven when you felt your core release, “Oh my Oh-o-oh my god Jimin!” you moaned letting yourself go. When you came back down from your high you reached and tugged on his boxers, wanting to do something for him too. 

Slowly you eased them down his erection slapping against his abdomen, gasping at how big it was, it had a nice girth too. You’d never seen a dick look so tasty, “Can I?” you asked looking up at him, he just nodded.  Then, you eased your head down and licked the tip tasting the salty precum that had leaved out. Opening your mouth you took his head and went down on him, he groaned grabbing a handful of your hair. 

“Nnngh-ugh-y/n.” he groaned, stumbling back and leaning onto the wall, you just bobbed your head up and down flattening your tongue and applying different pressures. “Y/-y/n i’m gonna come!” he hissed but you just kept going when suddenly you felt a flood of his come enter your mouth, swallowing you smiled. 

“Salty.”  Jimin blushed, before you stared at him, “You said you were gonna fuck me, I need you right now.” you said, and that was all he needed. Your back hit the headboard and you needed no extra lubrication your arousal flooding between your legs, he searched for a condom but couldn’t find one.

“Fuck!” he hissed hands shaking you grabbed him and positioned himself at your entrance,

“I’m on the pill.” you said and just like that he was thrusting up into you. “Mmmn Jimin!” you moaned as he sheathed himself to the hilt before pulling almost all the way out then slamming back in.It felt glorious, you screamed his name loud and clear, the neighbors would definitely remember this one. 

“Fuck you’re so tight y/n, you practically swallowed me whole.” he groaned as he plunged into you making lewd noises. “Y/n you’re so good! Do you like that?” he asked, “Do you like how i’m thrusting into you, has any other man made you feel this full?”

“N-no.” you gasped, he had stretched you to your limit and it was wonderful, your eyes widened as he hit your sweet spot, noticing this he started pounding into you harder and faster hitting that sweet spot over and over again 

“Y/n are you close?” he asked, you just nodded and his thrusts got more erratic. You felt your core tighten to the limit before you died and went to heaven, you walls clenched incredibly tight around him and he groaned before letting his seed explode and blast it’s way up your walls coating them thoroughly. 

Breathing heavily he collapsed next to you, arm around your waist. 

“I love you.” he whispered, you paused, before nodding back at him.

“I love you too Jimin.” 

After a shower you both crashed into your bed and fell asleep, both content with being in each other’s arms. 


The next morning you woke up to soothing sunlight falling into your room, Jimin stirred next to you and you just smiled, wiping a piece of his hair away from his face.

“Morning.” you whispered quietly to him,

“Morning.” he said back,

“What do you want to eat for breakfast?” you asked tracing patterns onto his bare chest.

“You.” he smirked as your mouth dropped open before kissing you, 

“Round two?” he asked innocently hand already making it’s way south.

“Oh my god Jimin!” 

Lost Series // Part Nine

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Pairing : Jerome x Fem. Reader

Requests are closed. xx

Sorry if it’s kind of confusing.. I wanted it to be a little more interesting with Y/N getting her memories back and regular flashbacks just didn’t seem right. Lol. Oh and still not rewatching the episode so it’s not word for word. xx

Originally posted by punkbandsharry

Originally posted by intellectual-psychopath

Italics are memories ..


My breath was heavy and I couldn’t move my eyes away from the chair in front of me. It felt as if I just woke up from a coma. Different memories came back in flashes. At first it all came back, different pictures moving around my mind so fast I couldn’t make sense of it. It didn’t feel like memories. It felt like a movie that I’ve seen one too many times.

For the first time after being revived, I turned to look at Jerome. A gasp leaving me as I saw his face. I quickly pulled my hand up to cover my gaping mouth. Jerome noticed this and frowned slightly before allowing a haunting grin to overtake his features.

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Jumin X MC: Happy When I’m With You

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 3482

Your fingers pulled your coat tighter around your body, a shiver ran up your spine, causing goosebumps to litter all over your skin. A sigh escaped your lips, a small white cloud forming in front of you. Even with your thick coat, the blowing wind accompanied with the snow that was falling did nothing to keep you warm.

“Ms? Are you okay? Would you like to come in? It’s a cold weather outside, we wouldn’t want you to fall sick.” The door opened revealing a concerned waiter who had notice you standing in the freezing hour for two hours.

“Thank you for your concern but in waiting for my husband.” You smiled at the waiter even though smiling was the last thing you wanted to do right now. “Are you sure? Would you like to wait inside?”

“Thanks but I should probably go home, he’s probably not going to come anyways.” “Alright, well then, stay safe.” The waiter left while you did the same, the white snow crunching beneath your boots. The wind blew harshly, making your body colder than it already is.

Once you reached your shared home, your numb fingers fumbled with the key, taking you a little while to open the door. The warm air was definitely welcomed as you took off your coat and boots. The lights were all turned off, letting you know that Jumin was still not home.

You desperately tried to warm yourself though the blankets didn’t seem do much to keep you warm. To distract yourself, you turned on the television, clicking on the remote to find a channel that is interesting. The noise of the door being unlocked caught your attention, so you lowered the volume of the television.

“Hey, where were you?” You asked softly, turning to Jumin who kicked off his shoes. “Work.” He replied coldly, removing his black coat. Jumin looked tired, his hair slightly more messy than usual.

“Did you know we had dinner plans today?” You spoke softly. “Yes.” “Then why didn’t you turn up?” Hearing his answer made your heart ached. “I was busy trying to settle an important deal,what’s with all the questions?” Based on the tone of his voice, he sounded annoyed.

“You should’ve called me to let me know instead of leaving me in the cold waiting for you.” Jumin glances coldly at you, loosening his tie. A small wave of nausea and dizziness hits you but you ignored it. “We could reschedule if that’s what you wanted.” Jumin said it as if he wanted to end this conversation as soon as possible and that’s what made you angry.

“No! I don’t want to reschedule! We’ve already done that 5 times! 5 times! And each time you left me waiting for you for hours! I really thought that you might showed up today but I was wrong. Would it hurt to just spend time with your wife?!” You pushed the blankets away from you, standing up. Jumin showed a disinterested face, turning away to walk to the room to avoid you but you stopped him, turning him around.

“I get that your deal is important, but every single time we try to plan something, are you always THAT busy? This past two months?” Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you tried to keep your composure. “You want to spend time? Fine. I’ll just call the restaurant and we can have dinner if it makes you happy.”

“I don’t care Jumin, I don’t care about dinner, I just want you to show that you care, the past few weeks you have been busy, I know that but would it kill you pay attention to me?! Just one dinner, or a simple acknowledgement that you care? Would it kill you?!” That’s when you burst into tears.

“Would the Oil prince reschedule? Huh?! Would he? No, you need to understand that there are some things more important than you! Stop being so selfish and get that through your thick skull! Gosh MC, not everything is about you! So quit bothering me! If you can’t handle this type of life, than maybe you shouldn’t have married me at all!” The moment that the words fell from his mouth, your face dropped, all anger was replaced with hurt, the ring that was on your finger suddenly felt heavy as you stared into his cold gray eyes.

“Wait, MC, I didn’t mean-” He realized his words but it was too late to take it back. “Glad to know where your priorities lie, because some things are more important than me. I’m sorry for being selfish. I’m sorry for being so demanding. I’m sorry for wanting to spend time with the person I love. I’m sorry for making you so unhappy. I’m sorry for bothering you so I’ll just leave!” Without taking your coat, you left, hurriedly pushing the buttons on the elevator.

“MC wait!” You heard Jumin call after you which made press harder onto the close button. The tears kept falling, the hurt still fresh as waves of pain crashed into you rapidly and repeatedly. You left the building, your body immediately cold from the wind that was blowing, it was snowing harder and the flats you were wearing did no justice to your freezing body.

Your feet still ran, as far away as you could, pushing yourself faster when you heard Jumin shouting for you. Right now, your legs burned, you were lost, the snow covered almost everything, mixing with the wind, you could barely see anything around. You let out a cry of pain, falling to your knees, clutching onto the part of your shirt where your heart was.

Your breathing quickened, coming out in short, rapid breaths,your vision around you became more blurry, your head spinning while waves of nausea and dizziness crashed into you repeatedly. “Jumin.” That was the last word you whispered before you collapsed onto the cold snow, darkness enveloping you.

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The broken look that Jumin saw on your face when he said those hurtful words burned in his mind as realization dawned on him. He pulled his coat from the rack, slipped onto his shoes and ran after you, shouting your name, trying to reach the elevator before it closed but he missed it by a second.

The tears rolling down your face as you tried to escape him, he couldn’t stand seeing you this way, especially when he knew that he was the cause of your pain. Instead of waiting for the elevator to come back up so that he could ride down, he dashed down the stairs as fast as he could. He easily dodged the people, running hurriedly, earning the stares of the people.

“MC!” Jumin yelled again, running out into the freezing weather, his eyes frantically searching for any sign of you. He jogged in different places, shouting your name repeatedly, coincidentally, he sees a velvet bow contrasting greatly with the pure white snow. Immediately, Jumin recognized it as the gift he had gave you last anniversary.

He tucked it into his pocket and ran forward, your footprints becoming more faint as the snow fell. Your cry of pain reached his ears and his eyes widened, running faster towards your voice. He sees a figure lying on the snow and he felt his chest tightened, his breath hitched, praying that the figure there wasn’t you. As he got closer, his fear came true, immediately, he pulls you into his arms.

“MC, MC, wake up please.” He begs,laying your head on his thigh while he removed his coat to place it over you. When his hand touched your face, shock filled his body as he scooped you up into his arms, running back into the lobby of the building. You were burning up, your face extremely pale.

“Help! Someone call the ambulance! NOW!” Jumin yelled, his usual calm demeanor was replaced by a panicked one. The woman at the front desk immediately called the ambulance, the security rushed over to help Jumin.

“Sir, what happened?” The chief of security questioned. “She has a fever but her body is very cold.” Jumin responded, hugging you closely to provide as much warmth from him to you.

“Here, take this, it isn’t much but it should help a little.” He gave Jumin his coat and Jumin quickly wrapped it around you, your body still visibly shivering. “Thank you.” A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived.

“Only family allowed sir.” The paramedic said to Jumin as they pushed the cart you were laying on into the ambulance.

“I’m her husband, please let me go with her.” The paramedic nodded and Jumin hopped into the vehicle. On the way to the hospital, the paramedic did some questioning to figure out what happened, while the other paramedic checked your vitals and did all the necessary procedures required. Based on the heart monitor, Jumin could tell that your pulse weak, it worsened his guilt and he felt responsible for the state you were in right now.

Throughout the whole ride, Jumin held your hand, refusing to let go, even after you had reached the hospital. You drifted in between consciousness and unconsciousness, your mind unable to comprehend anything that was happening around you and if you spoke, only incoherent mumblings could be heard from you.

“Stay with me MC, I beg you, wake up please.” Jumin helped pushed the crash cart but a nurse stopped him from entering the emergency room. “You’re not allowed in there, sir, why don’t you do take a seat while we take good care of your wife.”

“You don’t understand! I need to be with her! Please!” Jumin begged, losing all rationality at the thought of losing you. He had to be held back by several nurses.

“We understand your need to be with her but if you don’t let us help your wife, her condition may worsen and you wouldn’t want that. Please stay calm and meanwhile, fill in the standard paperwork at the front desk.

” The nurse instructed and Jumin had no choice but to obey. Once he had finished filling up the paperwork, he sat on one of the chairs provided. His mind thought back to when the paramedic was asking him questions, one of the questions was ‘how long have your wife been out in the cold?’ The more he thought about the previous conversation, he figured that you were in the cold for two hours or more, his guilt intensified and he hid his face in his hands, losing his calm self, he starts sobbing.

An hour later, a doctor leaves the emergency, removing his mask and surgical gloves. “Mr Han?” He called, taking the document that was tucked under his armpit and giving it a quick scan. Jumin immediately jumped from his seat, his eyes showing worry, worry for what may have happened to you. “Is she okay? Is my wife okay?” The doctor could hear the urgency in his voice.

“Your wife was brought in here just in time, any longer and she would have had a case of severe hypothermia.”

“Then what does she have? Why did she faint?”

“She had hypothermia, just not a severe case, she was close though but you don’t have anything to worry about, your wife and child are stable.” Jumin breathed a breath of relief but his eyes widened the next moment as he processed the rest of the doctor’s words.

“C-child?” He spluttered out, unsure of what to feel, relief, worry,guilt, happiness, all these feeling swirled in him. “S-she’s pregnant?” Disbelief was filled in his voice and he was unable to keep the smile from spreading across his face.

“She should be around three months pregnant by now.” The doctor smiled warmly.

“Where is my wife? Can I see her?” Jumin felt a longing need to hold you into his arms, even if he couldn’t, he just needed to see you, to apologize, to make up to you, to beg for forgiveness if he needs to. “You may see her but she’s currently resting, try not to cause her to wake up as she needs her rest to be able to recover. You can find her in…” The doctor took a quick look at the folders in his hands to confirm your room number. “Room 327, just straight down this hall and take a left, you should be able to find her.” Jumin thanked the doctor and took long strides to reach your room.

He quietly entered the room, shutting the door behind him, there was barely any noise except for the occasional ticking of the clock and beeping of the heart monitor which is connected to you. The dim, yellow light illuminated your features, making it look as if you were glowing.

Your face was pale, contrasting to your pink lips which were no longer purple, your chest rose up and down, peaceful was the word to describe you. Your husband shifted the chair close to the bed before sitting beside you. His hands held yours in his, his thumb rubbing circles on your hand.

“I’m sorry.” Jumin whispered. “It’s because of me that you are like this, in the hospital when we should be at our home, in bed, cuddling. I’m sorry, I’m really really sorry. Forgive me MC.” Despite how tired he was, Jumin refused to sleep until he had made things right with you. For days, he refused to eat or sleep, refusing to leave your side in case you woke up and he was not there, the only time he would leave is when he needs the bathroom.

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Your eyes fluttered open, trying to get use to the light, you felt comfortable with all the pillows and blankets which surrounded you, though the thing that felt odd was the pressure on your hand. You found that your husband’s hand was resting on yours, he’s head was resting on the bed and he looked absolutely exhausted.

You didn’t want to move in case you woke him, so you stayed in that position, just then, the nurse entered, she was looking at the clipboard, so when she looked up, she seemed slightly surprised.

“You’re awake.” She says softly, not wanting to disturb your sleeping husband, you replied with a nod.

“Could I have some water?” Your voice sounded raspy and dry, your throat desperately needing water to quench the thirst. The nurse nods and poured you a glass of water to which you gulped down in seconds.

“How are you feeling?” She asked. “Better? Refreshed.” You replied, wondering how many days had you been asleep.

“That’s good, are you hungry?”

“A little, um, how many days have I been unconscious?” The nurse took the glass from you. “About 4 days.” She wrote some notes down on her clipboard before she added, “You know you have a great husband right?” She chuckled and you resisted the urge to frown, the last thing you remembered of him was that the two of you fought while he said hurtful words.

“Why do you say so?” Jumin shifted slightly in his sleep, though still not letting go of your hand, this action caused you to glance at him.

“He wouldn’t leave your side since you were admitted into the hospital, wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t sleep even when the hospital staff told him to, we offered him a bed but he refused, saying that he would only sleep until you awoke but I guess he must have crashed. It’s nice to have someone care about you so much.” You forced a smile, if he cared, then why did he said the words he said?

“Thank you for telling me this.” The nurse stayed around for a while, doing what she needed to do before leaving. Frustration gripped you when you didn’t know what to feel, tears pricked your eyes, your other hand gripped the blanket, while sobs slowly racked through your body.

You tried to be as quiet as possible so that you wouldn’t wake Jumin up but it didn’t work as his eyes opened. When he sees your crying face, he immediately panicked, thinking that you were in pain.

“Are you okay?! Where does it hurt?! Doctor!” You gripped his hands tightly to let him know that you were fine, though his face still showed worry for you. “I’m fine Jumin.” You choked out, wiping your tears.

“Then why are you crying? It’s okay to tell me, my love.” Jumin moved his hand so that it was cupping your face, his thumb moving to wipe away your tears.

“Why are you here Jumin? Aren’t there things that are more important than me?” The tears started to fall more rapidly, your hand held onto his wrist. Only after you spoke, he understood the reason you were crying, the fight was not solved between the two of you.

“No, NO! Never think that MC, I was angry and I said such stupid and hurtful words to you. I’m sorry, I’m very sorry. I took out my frustrations and anger on you and that was very wrong of me to do so. I promised to be the best husband and I broke that promise and I’m so sorry.” He looked so guilty as he spoke to you, he leaned forward so that your foreheads are touching.

“But please, please MC, please don’t leave me. I beg you, please.” His lips trembled, tears forming in his eyes, forming little stains as it fell on the blanket.

“I’ll do anything MC, ANYTHING, to make this right, I’m so sorry. ” Jumin broke down and you pushed his hands away,moving so that you had wrapped your arms around his neck, your chin resting on his shoulders.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Hearing his apology, you just had to forgive him. “I made a promise to stay with you, and I intent to keep that promise. I’m sorry Jumin, I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” You broke away from the hug so that you could look at your husband.

“You have nothing to be sorry for-” Both of your tears stopped though his eyes still watery,hearing that you wouldn’t leave him gave him much comfort. “I do, I love you Jumin, and I’m sorry.” He couldn’t resist as he kissed you. The kiss was slow and you could feel the love he was pouring into the kiss and vice-versa, this was the kiss that healed two wounded hearts.

“I love you too.” Jumin smiled, wiping away his tears. An important thought entered your mind and you felt the need to let him know as soon as possible, you looked nervous, pondering if you should tell him. In the end, you decided you should, not knowing if there was going to be another moment like this. “Are you okay?” Once again, he looked concerned. “Jumin, remember that dinner we were suppose to have a few nights ago?” He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering as to where this conversation was leading to, he nodded his head, waiting for you to continue.

“I was going to tell you very important news.” You took a deep breath before continuing. “Jumin, I’m pregnant.” You turned to Jumin, nervously waiting for his response. He chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“I know, my love, I know, the doctor told me.” He grinned, happiness filling him instantly, it was as if the tears earlier had not fell.

“He ruined the surprise for you.” You pouted and gestured for Jumin to join you on the hospital bed which he gladly complied. “Either ways, I’m happy MC, we’re going to have a family.” You leaned against his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your waist while the other stroked your hair. “I’m happy when I’m with you.”