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Annon:
Hi I don’t know if you can do a bill Skarsgard imagine like bill brothers come to visit you two and you an bill have a little fun at night😉😉and in the morning his brothers tease you both about how loud you are and bill was defending you and yeah ejeje thank you!! “Smut” please thanks!       

@harleysgothamonline
Hello, desperate fangirl here! Could you possibly do an imagine where the reader and Bill get into a huge argument just having a screaming match and they are both screaming and crying and she’s hitting his chest out of anger, and then they both make up by kissing passionately and cuddling. It’s okay if you want to pass on that idea, I promise I won’t be butt hurt lol.

Warnings: Language, smut.

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I mixed two request, I’ve changed the roles just a little. This is my firs time writting smut and I really sucks… sorry about that, I‘ve tried my best, sorry for my horrible english.

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: “You moan like a princess”

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“Stop yelling, Y/N, my siblings are in the next room” Bill whispered trying to stay calm despite his girlfriend still yelling at him without reason

“I DON’T CARE THEY’RE IN HERE BILL” She yelled furiously, feeling her heart beating faster against her chest  

“Why are you so angry, Y/N? WHAT DID I DO NOW?” he asked without understanding, twining his fingers in his hair, starting to feel desperate.  

“I SAW YOUR CELLPHONE” She confessed with tears in her eyes “I SAW YOUR MESSAGES WITH THAT SLUT, BILL!”  She felt the bitter tears begin to slide down her red cheeks. Bill looked at her, he was furious, his girlfriend had been snooping on his cellphone without permission

“WHY DID YOU CHECK MY PHONE, Y/N?” He asked angrily, starting to yell too

“OH MY GOD! I JUST FOUND YOUR MESSAGES WITH ANOTHER WOMAN AND YOU…  Oh God , I CAN’T BELIEVE IT, BILL!” She tried to look at him, but tears clouded her vision and she felt how her heart break into a thousand pieces. Bill stayed quiet, looking at who he believed was the love of his life, crying furiously in front of him and he felt like the worst human being.

“I’m sorry” He whispered with a broken voice, approaching her, trying to hold her, but she walks away

“YES, YOU SHOULD SORRY” She kept yelling, not with anger but sadness

“Y/N, it’s not what you think, nothing ever happened with her” He tried to hug her desperately and she hits him on the chest

“I’m not stupid, Bill” She hits him again trying to get away from him, but he was holding her tight

“I know you’re not, Y/N, please” He begged with tears in his eyes “I love you”

“No, you don’t” She sobbed as he embraced her

“Hey…” He whispered and takes her chin with his fingertips “Look at me, my love” Y/N turned to see him, Oh God! She loved his green eyes “You have to believe me, I would never do anything to hurt you” He said more relaxed

“But I saw the messages, Bill, you can’t deny it!”

He sighed heavily.

The truth was that in the last few months, Bill had been planning his marriage proposal to Y/N, and his best friend had agreed to help him with it, the messages really could be misunderstood because they just talked about meeting in certain places to talk about it

“She was helping me to plan my marriage proposal” he confesses in distress “Now it’s all ruined, but I don’t care because I don’t want to lose you Y/N” he walked to the dressing table and take the fake flowers from the clay vase, he reached into the vase and pulled out a small black box.

He went back to Y/N and showed it to her “It’s not as I had planned it, actually Gustaf and Alex were here to help me with it but… damn it! You’d to be a psycho girlfriend, dear!” Y/N looked at him in puzzlement, with one hand covering her mouth, feeling the stupidest woman on the planet, she was trembling and couldn’t control it, Bill rested his forehead on hers; she could feel his warm breath and breathe his favorite cologne that she loved it so much, chamomile and mint, she looked into his eyes “be my wife” he whispered opening the little box

“Oh my god”

“is it a yes?”

“Yes” She whispered almost inaudibly.

Bill took the ring and put it on her finger. He kissed her,  holding her tightly by the waist, but it wasn’t a romantic kiss, it was one full of desire. It wouldn’t be the first time they ended up having sex after an argument.

He was much taller than her, but Y/N manages to take a small leap by wrapping her legs around his waist; Bill walked with her and they lie down on the bed while still kissing

“Do you want to go out to dinner? Or do you prefer to stay and kiss to see how this continues?” He said between kissed. Y/N looked at him and responded with another kiss even more passionate than the previous one.

Her hands had begun to play with the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning them one by one until completely removed. She loved to see him like that, she adored his milky skin and his Adam’s apple moving every time is swallowed, she loved his dilated pupils giving a special touch to the green of his eyes, and his velvet lips, Dear God.

Bill had taken her dress off along with her dark bra, his kisses had begun to run down her neck and shoulder making her gasp slightly, his velvet lips begging to fiddle with her left nipple making her squirm under him and panting wildly, his right hand low up brushing the thin fabric of her underwear, feeling as she began to get wet just for him, her thighs trembled.  

Y/N tried to control her hips, but she was desperate to feel some friction, so she took his hand and guide him inside her panties, he began to touch her gently rubbing her clit, she struggled not to moan to loudly, after all Bill’s brothers were in the next room. He slides his fingers inside her and she twisted her neck letting exposed to him, he couldn’t miss the opportunity to kiss it and suck it slightly causing it to form a small hickey that would disappear soon.

He stopped touching her “What happened?” She asked confused “Why did you stop?”

“It seems you aren’t enjoying what I’m doing” He replied, whispering in her ear. His warm breath crashing against her skin, excited her even more.

“Your brothers are in the other room, Bill”

“I thought you didn’t mind, sweetheart” He tested her, lifted one eyebrow playfully as he licked her earlobe, making her moan softly.

“Bill, please” she whispered

“I want you to scream my name” He slip another finger inside her and felt her scratching his arm.

“Bill” she whispered breathlessly as he began to move his fingers inside her, she moved her hips and moan against his neck “more…” She begged him

“I can’t hear you, sweetie”

“Fuck me, Bill” She begged, biting his jaw gently and arranging to unbuckle his belt and remove his trousers, touching his prominent bulge, he groaned at her touch and without thinking twice she moved her hand inside his boxers taking his erection.

“Shee-it, Y/N” He settled between her legs and gently slide inside her as he kissed her hardly, he lets out a small groan as she scratched his back in response, he started thrusting faster and harder

In a quick movement, Y/N was on top of him, riding his cock and scratching his chest with every movement she made, Bill held her by the waist to gain the most stimulation with each stroke. He loved her, he loved her waist, her messy hair and her breasts moving to the beat of both.

She began to feel how the heat grew inside her and her calves began to tingle, as it happened every time she was about to reach an orgasm, she also felt how Bill’s muscles began to tense beneath her… “Y/N” He groaned as he clutched her breasts and took her neck to draw her closer to him and kiss her with passion finally thrusting their both into a climax.

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Y/N and Bill were in the kitchen making breakfast, they heard footsteps and laughter in the hall, Gustaf and Alex appeared and sat on the kitchen counter in front of both

“Good morning guys” Y/N greeted them while turning a pancake with the spatula

“Good morning, Y/N” replied Gustaf “How about last night guys?” he asked as he serve a cup of coffee, Y/N and Bill cross glances and laugh “I mean… we heard you arguing”

“And other stuff” Alex joked

Y/N felt her cheeks begin to turn pink and laughed nervously, she knew these two too well and they wouldn’t hesitate to joke “I don’t know which one is noisier, if my brother or his girlfriend” mocked Alex and Bill turned to see him angrily

Gustaf let out a loud laugh “Bill you moan like a princess”

Y/N laughed and watched Bill’s jaw began to tighten

“I mean… Dad would be very disappointed in you, brother” Alex stood up to reach a mug

Y/N laughed and walked over to Bill “Let him alone guys” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck “I love your moans baby, don’t mind them” she confessed giving him a kiss on his lips and gigglin.

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Blue Suede Shoes

Originally posted by inkedcross

Guys I wrote smut! finally. This was an idea that just popped into my head thanks to @mizpahes this is a single one shot, I might make it a series for decade!harry though so let me know what you think

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50s!harry 

warnings: smut. its smut.

word count: 3,655

summary: the one where Harry takes his sweetheart out to a drive in movie 


The 1950’s, a decade made for teen rebellion. Of course, no one over the age of 30 would know that though. The movement was as silent and effective as a speakeasy of the 1920’s, it was popular only to those involved. Teenagers went out every weekend on innocent dates, they’d get dropped off at home with a polite kiss on the cheek only to come back a few hours later to sneak into their lovers room, or out, for that matter. America was thriving after the war and so was the Styles family.

Harry had moved to the states with his family after his father got a job offer to work for Cadillac. He was the best car dealer in Manchester and they needed someone like him working for their brand. So, the Styles’ were given their very own Cadillac dealership in the suburbs of New York and became an instant hit. Wealth hit them faster than they could even say the word ‘sold’, and Harry found himself gaining popularity at his High School just as quickly.

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When Irina is six and Mikhail is three and a half, Viktor and Yuuri visit Japan and while they’re there, they take the kids to the beach. Viktor, standing in the surf, notices the tide beginning to recede.

“That’s strange,” says Viktor, glancing over his shoulder, “the tide came early today.”

Viktor watches as Yuuri immediately grabs one child under each arm, and begins running to the boardwalk

“THAT’S NOT THE TIDE,” Yuuri screams over his shoulder.

That is how Viktor Nikiforov is forfeited to a minor tsunami by his husband. It knocks him down and pulls down his swim shorts. Later in the day, Yuuri laughs as Viktor picks seaweed out of his pubic hair.

“Why am I married to you,” Viktor mutters.

A few weeks later, someone posts a video titled “Viktor Nikiforov is pwned by a mini-tsunami.”

“Who even uses the word pwned anymore?” Yuuri mumbles as he watches the video for the sixth time. In the distance, the video catches Yuuri sprinting with the kids.

Lol @ Katsuki, read many comments. Take the kids, leave the husband.

(In about twenty-five years, this video will be shown at Mikhail’s wedding. Koichi will shout, “YOU SHOULD HAVE LET HIM BE RETURNED TO THE SEA,” and is hit in the arm by not only their girlfriend, but also by two of their siblings and Lilia.)

bin-of-gayness  asked:

Another prompt, sorry I’m sending you another one but I just thought of this, Keith listening to Lance and Allura’s Allurance moment over the comms in the new defender and getting hurt and jealous because he thinks Lance is replacing him or something??

Hey so I’m not going to do exactly this prompt, but I like the idea of Keith noticing Lance and Allura growing closer, so he starts to feel sad and insecure about potentially losing what small chance he had with Lance. So here’s that!


Keith pilots his ship into the caste’s hangar with the adrenaline of their recent fight still coursing through his veins. His uneasiness over his near-death experience has been temporarily forgotten as he prepares himself to see his friends again. He knows they’re alive, but he won’t feel calm until he can see them with his own eyes. Touch them. Hear their voices without the aid of communicators.

Keith fumbles with his seat belt before he launches himself out of the ship and into the castle’s halls. He still remembers its complicated layout like he was here yesterday. His heavy footfalls clang against the metal floor. 

He reaches the armoury at the same time as the other paladins. Shirt has ripped and is almost back in his civvies. Hunk is giving Pidge a congratulatory pat on the shoulder.

“Hey…”

But Keith is cut off by the sounds of whooping echoing through the halls. Allura jogs into the room and Lance sprints in from the other side.

“Allura!” He calls. Even underneath his helmet his brilliant smile is visible. Allura laughs and prepares herself.

Lance whips her up into his arms, spinning her around and laughing. She clings tightly to his neck and kicks out her feet.

“You did so well!” Lance slows down and starts to slowly set Allura’s feet on the ground. He continue to hold onto her waist as she removes her helmet. A few strands of hair have been loosened from her bun, but she otherwise looks perfect.

“I knew you could do it! Didn’t I say? Aren’t I always right?” Lance moves his hands to Alura’s shoulders and shakes her good naturedly. Allura laughs and reaches out remove Lance’s helmet for him. 

“Well I couldn’t have done it without you.” She smiles. Lance flushes.

“Aw nah, that was all you I promise.” He nervously rubs behind his neck.

“Even so, Lance…” Allura steps closer and passes him his helmet. Their fingers touch when Lance takes it.

“Thank you.” Allura says seriously. “For believing in me.”

Lance blinks. He’s surprised at the Princess’ gratitude, and isn’t sure how to respond. His open mouth quickly slips into an easy smile. 

“You’re amazing, Allura. I’ll never doubt you for a second.” His voice is low and intimate.

Allura’s cheeks grow dark. She forces Lance’s helmet into his grip and quickly lets go. 

“R…right well uh…” She stammers. Lance laughs and scoops her into a big hug before she can protest. Allura stiffens, then relaxes into the embrace. 

“I knew Blue chose the right person.” Lance sighs. Allura grips Lance tighter.

“My father would definitely approve of you, Lance.” She smiles and the two begin to separate. The air between them is warm.

Keith’s gut feels icy. He stares, transfixed on the spot. He can’t bring himself to emerge from the shadows.

Allura coughs. Lance casts his eyes down.

“We need to get ready…”

“Yes, the Blades of Marmara will be docking soon so…” Allura’s eyes flit sideways and she does a double take as she makes out a figure in the shadows. She jumps slightly, then relaxes when she realises who it is.

“Keith?”

The room falls silent. Everyone’s eyes move over to where Keith hangs in the dark. His hood is still up, but his face is exposed. He holds up a weak hand in a wave.

“Uh… h…hey,” He steps into the room. Lance lights up. Keith hates how it makes his stomach flutter. 

“Keith! How long…?”

“Guys, Kolivan and Captain Olia have docked. We need to meet them in the common room in five.” Shiro announces. Everyone starts to file out of the room, except for Lance. When Keith moves past, Lance reaches out and tugs him back to his side. 

“We’ll catch up in a bit.” Lance calls. Shiro nods and continues to move out.

When the room has grown quiet, Lance turns to Keith with a beaming smile.

“Hey man! How are you?”

Keith stares at him with a skeptical glare.

“You kept me behind for that?” 

C’mon, I know as soon as we walk through these doors you’re going to get swept up in blades junk and it’s gonna be all ‘Lotor this’ and ‘Knowledge or death’ that.” Lance talks animatedly with his arms. It makes Keith smile.

“I’m fine.” He sighs.

“Yeah? We appreciated your cannon work out there. Some real nice shots.” Lance punches him in the bicep. “Though of course, I think you should leave the shooting to the best shot next time, ok?” He winks. Keith rolls his eyes with a grin.

“Sure thing. Though it looked like you had your hands full.” Keith chuckles. “Wandering into that mine field and all.”

“Hey, hey I’m just an arm now!” Lance holds up his hands defensively. “And oh man! Did you see how Allura froze them all! Man it was so easy once she…”

“She’s really great.” Keith interrupts suddenly. Lance is taken aback.

He stares at Keith’s unreadable expression. He looks calculatingly calm. Like he’s intentionally trying to look blank. 

“Hey…” Lance steps forward. “You ok?”

“Fine.” Keith sighs. Lance’s eyebrows scrunch together.

“Are you… listen if you’re jealous because Allura has cooler moves than you…”

“She doesn’t have…”

“Just come back. If you wanna be a big hero again, just come back.” Lance states. Frustration taints his words. Keith shakes his head.

“That’s not it. I’m sorry. You two….” He closes his eyes and steals himself. He relaxes into a sad smile.

“You two make a good team.” He states.

The words sink in Lance’s stomach. Keith goes to move past him, but Lance’s grip is on him again. He almost loses his sense of balance as he is yanked into a crushing embrace. Lance’s breath is warm on his ear.

“Hey,” Lance speaks quietly. His grip on Keith is bruising, but Keith doesn’t pull away. Instead his nails begin to dig into the soft body suit Lance wears underneath his armour.

“I’m your right hand man. Don’t forget that.” 

Keith nods. He doesn’t dare to open his mouth out of fear of all the confessions that may come pouring out. 

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Please do 86!!

86. “Am I scaring you?”

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You had gotten used to Harry’s long hair. You were used to your fingers braiding it, putting it in a bun for him when was doing something, playing with it. So Harry didn’t tell you that he was going to cut his precious hair, deciding to leave it a surprise.

Not only did you get used to it, so did your 1 and half year old daughter, Lilly, did too.
So when Harry decided to chop his precious hair, he didn’t tell you; deciding to leave it as a surprise.
He told you he was going to discuss things with Jeffery after you had breakfast, kissed you and his daughter goodbye before leaving.

You were holding Lilly’s arms as she wobbled around, you cheering for her when you heard the sound of key rattle and the door opening. “Daddy’s here!” You said excitedly, holding her hand and slowly walking towards the door as you looked at her, careful she doesn’t hit anything.

“Hi, you two!” Harry grinned. You looked up with a smile only to have it fall when you saw him.

“Holy fu-shi-Oh my God, your hair!” You exclaimed, looking at his — now — short hair.

Harry ran his fingers through it with a grin. “You like it?”

“I-” You were interrupted when you heard Lilly’s loud crying, looking down to see her hiding behind your leg.

Harry frowned, approaching her, only to have her scream louder. You bent down, holding her waist as she hugged you, crying on your shoulder. You carried her, rubbing her back. “What’s wrong, baby?” You cooed, turning so she can see Harry which made her hide her face in your neck. “It’s just daddy, baby. What’s wrong?”

You nodded towards the living room, walking and having Harry follow you before you both sat on the couch, Harry’s hand rubbing Lilly’s back gently. “I think it’s the hair.” You smiled at him before holding Lilly out and making her sit on your lap.

“Hey, baby,” Harry cooed, “What’s wrong? Am I scaring you?”

She looked at him with her big green eyes, tears falling down her cheek as her crying turned to quiet whimpers. “Dadda,” She said quietly with a squeak.

“Yes, baby, it’s dadda. I just cut my hair. I’m still me.” He opened his palms for her, signaling for her to come to him. When she raised her arms, Harry instantly took her, setting her on his lap. “Just the hair, baby.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, looking at it.
Lilly stopped crying, her frown replaced with giggles as Harry started tickling her once she became comfortable with his new look.

Two hours later, Harry had put her to have her nap before going to kitchen where you were making lunch. You grinned at him, pressing your body on his as he held you with a smile on his face. You looked at his hair again, putting your fingers through it, running them down gently.

“You like it?” He asked quietly, staring at you.

You nodded, “I love it. I can see you more like that actually. Look at that jaw.” You giggled before tracing his jaw with your index, feigning a hissing sound as if you had cut your finger making Harry laugh.

“I was worried you wouldn’t like it.” Harry admitted, putting his hands under your shirt to trace circles on your skin.

“And do what? File for a divorce?” You joked, “You look incredible. I mean it.”

“You can still tug at it, you know?” He wiggled his eyebrows, leaning down to press his lips on yours.

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A Woman Like You *SMUT*

Bucky Barnes

Warnings: spanking, breath play, knife play, pain kink, (I used google translate so theres some poorly translated) russian speaking Buck (idk about y'all but that’s a warning to me bc holy good god it’s hot), pet names (i.e doll, kitten, baby), Daddy kink, oral sex, unprotected sex, mention of anal, a small amount of blood, dirty talk(?), possibly more? let me know if you think of any bc I’m drawing a blank

Word Count: 7.9K (exact – shocking, I know)


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Rush | Lee Joo Heon | One-Shot

jooheon (monstax) + you (reader)
word count: 10,022
warnings: oh geez where to begin there is a lot of sex in this thing and includes overstimulation, choking, dirty and derogatory talk, oral sex, public sex, rough sex, etc., there is also a healthy dose of bad language and some mentions of violence but it’s only in reference to gang affiliation there is no violence between jooheon and the oc
a/n: yeah yeah this is the sequel to Rhythm you can probably get away with reading this if you didn’t read the first installment but the relationship between jooheon and the oc will make more sense if you read it anyway i have conveniently linked it for you now enjoy, my fellow sinners

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in just a few days h.s smut

Just a little idea that popped into my head, sorry if it’s absolutely shite because legit wrote this in 20 minutes lol don’t hesitate to send in a request xx


The one where Harry’s (extra) clingy, and Y/N can’t get enough of it.

Harry was warm with his his arm around the dip of her waist, tracing circle on her spine and smiling fondly at her expressions. He was happy to say the least- happy that he was finally getting to hold his girl and kiss her whenever he’d want. She was fluttering her eyes, waking up with the feeling of his soft gaze on her face when he smiled, tucking stray strands of hair behind her ear.

They laid in silence, basking in each other’s warmth, when Y/N felt the familiar tightness in her lower tummy, wanting to go the restroom as quick as she could.

He pressed his arm against her spine to pull her closer, eager to feel her whole body against his warm one. He stroked the skin of her back and massaged it mindlessly, when she whined his name his protest, trying to pry his arm off of her so she could go to the restroom, when he started chanting the word ‘no’ into her neck, tightening his hold on her waist.

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Just Sprousehart Things:

•sharing a suitcase

•running away to San Francisco together on their (very rare) days off

•matching outfits (leather jackets!!!)

•take beautiful pictures of each other

•write beautiful captions about one another

•tease each other in public

•^^and see who cracks first

•subtle touches in public b/c they literally can’t keep their hands off of each other

•lili recognizing that cole is very attractive in interviews

•cole practically screaming from the rooftops that lili is beautiful (tempt me!) (😍)

•getting lost in their own little world when they look at each other

•trying to stifle laughter when they accidentally touch

•admiring one another while they talk because they’re just so freaking in love

•sharing hotel rooms

•cole giving lili his clothes to wear

•cole being protective/possessive of lili

•lili being proud of cole when he stands up (busker incident)

•both of them loving their on-screen couple just as much as us

•twitter banter

•instagram comments

•hanging out with each other’s families

•sprousehart!! shoulder!!

•hot air balloon rides

•running away to Whistler

•the way he freaking holds her around the waist in pictures

•coles smirk when he talks about the Kitchen Scene

•”were you distracted or something”

•”fantaaastic…how about that?”

•”i liked kissing cami better what?” “what? excuse me?”

•”i just thought he was this really attractive, normal guy”

•”oh shit i have to sit near that daddy wannabe?”

•”you’re the bear”

•”to the man…”

•🌾😍🌙

•”yes, but were you slammed into a kitchen cabinet?”

•Canada Day pics!!!

•”you mean like us”

•”shut up”

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Just For Him - Loki x Reader

Originally posted by lightneverfades

Summary: In which (Y/N) dresses up in a revealing replica of Loki’s armor for a Halloween costume, only to realize his was far more interesting.

Sorry I didn’t do a request - I really had to do a Halloween theme one in order to feel satisfied!!!

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warning: Kinda NSFW, but like it’s not that sexual, just intense makeout that’s all LOL

Word count: 2K!!

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A/N: Requests are open and I absolutely am open to anything! I love speaking to you guys and receiving any type of feed back so please don’t hesitate to send an ask or message (:

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Too Independent Pt. 1

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader 

Length: 2129+ words [I didn’t think it was this long tbh…] 

TW: Nothing in this chapter!

A/N: Do you guys remember that video of the dad who calmed their crying baby by sleeping in their crib, and they tried leaving, but their kid wasn’t having any of it? Well… this was very much inspired by that video! And of course, because it’s me, I had to put a bit of angst here and there- moreso in the next part! 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

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Dean groaned, throwing his head back in frustration. Not only did the witch get away, but she left some annoying consequences for the brothers to deal with. Their youngest sister sat on the floor. Her would be adult body was now a toddler- not even a toddler, a baby. The witch had freaking turned his baby sister into a baby. She tilted her head to the side, looking up at her older brother, hazel eyes wide with confusion.

“Dean! Where’s-” Sam stopped in his track just behind his older brother, looking down at the baby in front of them. “Is that-”

“Yea.” Dean threw his arms up in frustration, stomping away. “Damn it!”

Y/N watched her older brother for a few seconds, her bottom lip quivering. Soon enough, a wail erupted from her small figure. Fear and confusion bubbling inside of her.

“Damn it, Dean,” Sam cursed under his breath. “You scared her.” The youngest brother picked his sister up, adjusting her clothes that are now too big on her, and placing her against his side. “Hey, now. You’re okay.” He gently bounced her while cooing.

“C’mon. Let’s just get back to the bunker,” Dean said roughly, walking back to the Impala without a second glance to his younger siblings.

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Introvert and Extrovert: A Tom Holland Imagine

in which y/n loves flowers and Tom is her outgoing boyfriend who doesn’t know what to get her for her birthday. 

Since they had started dating, Tom knew of Y/N felt about flowers. She’d “ooh” and “ahh” at the floral arrangements playlist on Instagram, stop at the farmers market on Thursdays after class to bring home whichever bouquet spoke to her. Her camera roll was filled with blossoms and florets she’d saw when out and about, her apartment was going to be swallowed whole by the ivy she’d hung from the ceiling. Tom had taken to naming the several potted plants she had around too but often forgot when he’d called them so he’d have to come up with new names which would earn a soft laugh from her.

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Hesitant || Kisses Series

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: jealous protective Steve, Scheming Nat, and fluff, Whole lotta fluff

Word Count: 2300+

Summary: Love has many different ways of expressing itself. One form, is the different ways you share a kiss.

A/N: So I drove home over the weekend, a nearly 16 hour drive. Now I’m home for a few days so hopefully I can get a few more parts out of my stories… If my mother will ever leave me alone. Also, I am not by any means great a proof reading to begin with, and the exhaustion doesn’t help much. This is a longer part, one I struggled with writing. I knew where I wanted it to go, but couldn’t figure out how to put it into words. . I hope you guys enjoy!! 

The gif is not mine. Credit to the wonderful owner.


Cheeky | Hesitant | Wake up | Sloppy | In the Moment | Distracted | Breathtaking

“What on God’s green earth is wrong with the two of you?” Y/N snarled at Bucky and Sam, who for some reason over the past few days were quiet literally breathing down the back of her neck. They both grinned sheepishly at her, but otherwise ignored her question. Y/N rolled her eyes and elbowed them out of the way and headed towards her room. She found herself running from the two of them more often than usual.

Typically, Y/N wouldn’t mind the hugs. She didn’t have room to argue about their touchiness for the first day or so. But then it got progressively worse as they days drug on. Sam was the extreme of the two. He would either drag her into his side or stand behind her and wrap his arms around her waist. He’d make a big show about getting a hug when others were in the room. Then if Bucky was in the room, he’d fight with Sam for her attention. Y/N had no idea what was going on with the two of them and quiet honestly, it was driving her crazy.

The final straw was when she was sitting on the couch watching TV with Steve and Natasha. Bucky and Sam had both walked into the living room and spotted Y/N beside Steve. Sam moved first, sitting beside Y/N and practically dragging her away from her cuddle fest with Steve. Bucky growled at Sam, and tried to man handle her into his own arms. Before she could start to argue, Steve quickly stood and scooped up Y/N into his arms without a word. He motioned for Natasha to switch seats and took her place on the love seat with Y/N settled on his lap. Bucky and Sam watched the two of them situated on the seat, shooting each other grins. Natasha eyed them from her new seat. A smile grew when she caught on, not having missed their behavior shifts the past week. When Steve leaned down to press a kiss against Y/N’s crown, all three had to stifle laughter.

Since then, Steve wouldn’t let either Sam nor Bucky near Y/N. He didn’t get why they were suddenly so clingy. The feeling in the pit of his stomach grew each time they reached out to Y/N, a possessive side that he never knew he had before. He was irritated when they’d touch her, he felt his hackles rise and wanted to snap at them, to tell them to back off. The impulse startled him. He never had problems with them before, so why did it bother him out of nowhere? Y/N wasn’t his to control who could and couldn’t touch her. It wasn’t until Natasha cornered him that he started to put the two and two together.

“Bucky and Sam have a bet against you.” Steve was sitting in the kitchen, two days after the living room incident, drinking his morning coffee Y/N had made for him. She had wandered out of the kitchen to find Tony, leaving Steve open for attack. Steve gave Natasha a bemused look before lifting the cup to his lips. “Bucky thinks you’ll ask out Y/N by the end of the month, Sam thinks it’ll be by the end of the week, which is tomorrow.”

Steve paused as he lowered his cup. Natasha intentionally left the sentence open, a smirk on her face. He didn’t want to ask the question. He wasn’t going to touch this conversation with a ten-foot pole. Steve shifted in his seat uncomfortable as Natasha smirk grew with each shift. He wasn’t going to ask it.

“What, Natasha?” He blurted, the mounting pressure too much for him to handle. Natasha let out a soft chuckle, her eyes flashed dangerously as she looked him up and down.

“I bet I can get you to ask her out tonight. You and I both know, I don’t ever loose my bets.”

Half an hour later, Steve was all but dragged and thrown into the lab with Tony being ushered out by a very convincing Natasha.

“Alright, alright. You don’t have to threaten the prototype. I’ll leave.” Tony huffed with hands raised in surrender. He cast a curious glance at the blushing blonde and his confused helper before he left with Natasha. He’d ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. to pull up the video feed for the lab while he got answers out of Natasha in the other room.

Y/N watched them leave the room, blinking up at Steve whose face was a dark shade of red.

“Steve, what’s up?” She stood from the stool and moved over to his side. Steve shifted in place, rubbing the back of his neck while he adverted his eyes. Y/N frowned. He seemed uncomfortable, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. Slipping her arms around his waist, Y/N held onto him tightly.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” She spoke softly, her cheek pressed against his chest. She could hear his heart beat hammering in his chest. When he took in a shuddering breath, she heard the catch and his exhale. Steve hesitated, hands raised to wrap around the smaller woman. Clenching his eyes shut, he decided it was now or never.

“I was wondering, well hoping- I mean, would you be willing to- if you want” Steve stuttered, finding it harder with each mess up to ask what he had wanted since they day he met her. Y/N pulled her head from his chest so she could tilt up to look at him. Steve’s breath caught at her expression, her brows furrowed and eyes shining with concern. Y/N was genuinely worried for Steve. It wasn’t often he stumbled over his words. He was always so sure of what he wanted, it was one of the many things that she admired about him.

“Steve?”

Her gentle voice brought Steve back. He felt the jitters from before fading away when he focused on her. He still couldn’t get over the way she fit in his arms, how she only ever called him Steve and never Cap like the others. She was so kind to everyone. Y/N was the reason for the laughter in the compound. He focused on how his heart would stop every time she smiled or laughed. He wanted to be the reason for her laughter. Steve had decided he wanted so much more with her before, his fear of what was to come was nothing compared to the happiness he felt when he had her in his arms.

“What I’m trying to say.” He started as he cupped her cheek, gently rubbing his thumb on her chin. “Would you like to go on a date with me? Tonight?”

Y/N froze. She had dreamed of the day when Steve would finally ask her out. Her own insecurities kept her from asking him herself, or she would have done so much sooner. She also knew he had his own demons to deal with, and didn’t want to cause him any discomfort.  Her heart almost burst in her chest at his words. Her smile was blinding and contagious, Steve’s own smile mirror hers.

“Yes, I’d love to go out with you tonight!” Y/N laughed, tightening her hold on his waist. Steve chuckled, returning the hug. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes away from her face. Everything she did was captivating. From how her eyes crinkled at the corners, to how she smiled widely up at him and right down to how tightly she held onto him. He blinked as a thought crossed his mind. He had fallen for her. Hard.

“Then it’s a date.” He spoke breathlessly. The two stood there for a moment longer, not realizing that in the other room Natasha was gloating to Sam and Bucky, palm up as she waited for her money. Reluctantly, they passed over their $20, muttering under their breaths.

Y/N was a bundle of nerves when she got ready for the date later that night. Steve told her to dress causal, they weren’t going to anything fancy. So, she wore her go-to outfit, a pale pink off the shoulder top tucked in her favorite high waist jean skirt. She was slipping on her sandals when Steve came to pick her up. He stood at the door with a small bashful smile and giant bouquet of her favorite flowers. Lavender and White Tulips.

“Steve, they’re gorgeous!” Y/N gasped, burring her nose in the flowers to take in their fragrance.

“Not as gorgeous as you are.” Steve countered, a light blush spreading on his cheeks. He hadn’t meant to let that slip out of his mouth. Instead, he was rewarded with Y/N’s giggle and a kiss against his cheek. Once she put the bouquet in a vase with water, the two of them went off on their first date, Steve leading the way to the garage hand in hand. Both were nervous, stumbling over their words in the silence of the car. But after a few minutes of awkward bumbling, they realized how ridiculous they were being. Conversation flowed easier once they moved past the awkward.

“Mini golf?”  Y/N bounced excitedly while her nose pressed against the window as they arrived. Steve chuckled, nodding as he moved around to help her out the car. Natasha told him this was one of the things Y/N admitted to have never done before, and expressed her desire to go try the game out. He figured it was a good idea, and from how she was grinning from ear to ear, he knew he chose wisely. 

Steve also learned that Y/N was a natural at mini golf. Either that she had excellent beginners luck. They spent the entire date with Steve over shooting and Y/N almost getting a hole in one every time. By the end of the night, Steve was ready to throw in the towel. Y/N thought his pouting was adorable, giggling when he began muttering oaths under his breath when he saw the score card.

“Come on. Let’s get something to eat. I’m starving after kicking your butt all night.” Y/N winked as she dragged Steve towards the car. Steve whined for a moment but let her drag him away, grinning broadly at the back of her head. The two went to one of their favorite burger joints and spent the rest if the evening losing track of time together. It wasn’t until the waitress came to tell them they were closing, that they realized they had been there for over three hours.

“I had fun tonight.” Steve said as they walked into the compound. He looked down at Y/N through his lashes, his heart swelling at her leaning against his side.

“I did too.” All too soon they found themselves outside Y/N’s room. Y/N stood with her back to the door, hands clasped in front of her. She looked up at Steve, the corners of her lips turning up at the happiness she saw on Steve’s face. It wasn’t often he looked as elated as he did now. All because of her. “We should do this again.”

Steve hummed in agreement, his brows furrowed at the thought of leaving her. Tentatively, he stepped forward, running his fingers down her forearm to grasp her hands. Y/N flushed at the touch, his boldness unusual. His right hand reached to tilt her face up, his eyes searching her face for any discomfort. While he saw none, he was still uncertain. What if he read her wrong? What if this messed up the entire night?  

Hesitant, Steve leaned down making sure his eyes never left hers as he closed the distance between them. Her breath fanned against his lips, eyes fluttering shut when he pressed a gentle kiss against her lips. Fireworks exploded in his stomach, the kiss stole his breath. It was modest in the beginning, a soft uncertain touch between them that quickly intensified as Y/N returned the kiss. They clutched each other, Steve groaning softly as he pulled her against his chest. The world grew silent around them, and all that existed was them. The kiss turned from one, to two, then three. Both were drowning in the touch of the other, Steve pressing her back against the door. Neither stopped until the need to breath was too great to ignore, but even then, they only pulled away far enough to suck in air.

Steve’s eyes fluttered open, taking in Y/N’s flushed appearance. One of her hands had wound up to tangle in his hair while the other gripped the front of his shirt. He clung to her for a moment more before he let her go. Y/N bit back a whine but loosened her grip on his shirt. No one had ever kissed her that way before, it made her realize that all other kisses she had before this were wrong. She wanted more, already craving more of his touch.

Steve stepped away, his arms still loosely holding her hips. As much as he didn’t want to leave her, he knew the evening had to end. He already planned for many more nights out, and planned for several more kisses to be shared. If she would have him, of course. From the giddy, dazed expression she sent his way, he didn’t have a thing to be worried about.

Leaning down once more with more confidence, he shared another kiss and whispered a gentle goodbye against her soft lips. Y/N watched in a daze as he turned to leave, her hands fumbling behind her to find the doorknob. She floated into the room, her fingers gently touching her lips. Yes, she really did hope there would be more nights like this.

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anonymous asked:

Kinda wanna see an instance of where Chat Noir gets really popular and has like fan girls and what not and Ladybug just get jelly. Like "No the cat is mine- thank you!"

“Looks like the Kitty Chats are back,” Vixen commented, nodding to a group of bouncing girls all sporting cat ears on the other side of the police tape.

Ladybug rolled her eyes. “They’re obnoxious.”

“Sounds like someone’s jealous,” Queen Bee sang. “I don’t know why. All you’d have to do is whistle and Chat would be on his knees in front of you.” She smiled wickedly. “Do that. I really want to see it.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Ladybug huffed. “We’re not like that.”

“Sure, we know that.” Vixen rolled her eyes.

Chat Noir jumped over the police tape and was swarmed. He smiled and laughed, taking pictures and signing autographs. 

“It’s unprofessional is what it is,” Ladybug said stiffly.

“Mmhmm.”

“And dangerous. What if an akuma decided to take all the stupid bimbos hostage so Chat would feel obligated to save them?”

“Bimbos, huh? Getting a little harsh, aren’t we, Bug? I’m sure they’re perfectly nice young women,” Vixen smirked.

Queen Bee tilted her head and pursed her lips. “I don’t know. They look about seventy-seven percent bimbo.”

“Don’t encourage her.”

“I just don’t like it,” Ladybug grumbled.

“Then go tell him.”

“What?”

Vixen sighed. “If it bothers you so much, talk to Chat. He would want to know how you’re feeling.”

“Well…”

One of the Kitty Chats grabbed Chat Noir’s face and planted a kiss on his lips.

“Oh, hell no,” Ladybug ground out, slinging out her yoyo. She swung down and landed beside Chat Noir as he gently pushed the girl away.

“Hi, my Lady!” Chat Noir greeted a little too brightly. 

“Hi sweetheart,” she crooned, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“Sweet…sweetheart?” he asked, eyes wide.

“Sorry to disappoint, ladies, but I’m going to need to borrow my Chat,” Ladybug said with a sickeningly sweet smile. She caught the eyes of the girl who had kissed Chat Noir and held them. “Can’t even let him out of my sight. Never know what nasty little thing will get him.” She turned her attention to her flabbergasted partner. “Ready to go?”

“Um, yes?”

She tightened her hold on his waist and slung out her yoyo, carrying them back to their teammates.

“So…”

“It’s Vixen’s fault,” Ladybug interrupted.

Chat Noir tightened his grip on her. “Then thank you, Vixen,” he grinned.


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Summary: Soulmate AU - you can hear your soulmate’s thoughts x Lorde’s Sober || What will you do when you’re sober?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Language (I am so sorry in advance)

Word Count: 1631

A/N: Here’s my submission for my wife Blade’s 2k Writing Challenge! Hope y’all enjoy, this might just be a personal favorite of mine now. (Italics indicate reader’s/Bucky’s thoughts / lyrics are set aside)

Originally posted by pinkywinky44

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squirrellygirlart  asked:

"I never knew you were so... flexible?"

I’m pretty sure you sent this to me as crack so crack I’ll do.


“I never knew you were so… flexible?”

Adrien was in pure awe as Marinette’s legs tightened around him.

“I did ballet when I was little. It pays off in the long run.” Marinette explained shortly as her hands kept working.

In all honesty, Adrien wasn’t too sure what he should do. His arms were hanging by his side, not sure if he should hold onto her waist to offer her support. Her grip around his chest seemed pretty secure, she really got killer legs.

“Do you need me to hold your hair?” he offered.

“Nope, the bun is keeping it in place.”

Adrien gulped when he heard the word bun. He had honestly tried to ignore Marinette’s ass basically in his face until now. But it was right there, muscled and really nice and it was making things rather hard for him. In all the meanings of the word. And given Marinette’s head was just in front of his crotch, so close he could feel her breathing through his boxers, yeah, this was bad. If he gets a boner now, not all the luck in the world will save him from Marinette’s wrath. And honestly, it would be so rude if his dick made a surprise appearance. Marinette was just trying to fix the hem of a long shirt. But apparently, she didn’t ‘have a good angle’ if she kept her feet on the ground. So using him as a pole to hang with her head down and work on the hem was, as it seems, offering a better angle.

“Adrien?”

“Yes?”

“Why is your dick in my face?”

Adrien began sweating nervously. In the panic, he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.

“He likes you a lot, he is probably attracted to you.”

Oh well, Adrien was quite convinced he was dead

anonymous asked:

Are you going to do a continuation of the cheating scenarios you did? Like the aftermath of the mc leaving them?

a|n so i did a thing
y’all asked for this *stares at the astounding amount of ask requests i received from all of u asking a continuation pertaining a certain scenario
huhu *cries and stabs self because of pain
i think my hands slipped a bit for these ficlets lolololol who am i kidding

it’s for this
Cheating HC Scenario


Zen

He was very ideal, a definition of perfect on another context. Being with Zen exceeded every expectation you had in you, and if possible, even surpassing what you thought would be heaven beside him. But looking back, was it really heaven to begin with? Or was it just a temporary bliss inside the hell he just threw you in? Before even the process of flirting, his face already screamed karma. And meeting him was nothing more than perfumed regret. You basked in the fake bliss of his presence and his false claims of love and fidelity. He was a man of the crowd, an existence solely for the sake of others.
He was not for you.

That’s why it hurts. That’s why turning your back on him, refusing to hear any excuses he could have made, refusing to be hurt another hundred times, made you strong enough to leave. Even though every ounce in you screamed to go back, to take him back, no matter how many times he would be able to stab your heart.

“MC!” You heard him call, just a few feet behind you, voice desperate and tired. You froze on the spot, your bags tight against your hold and your heart beating erratically against your chest.
Why does he still have that effect on you?

“S-Stop right there, p-please.” You intervened, your voice quivering. You have every qualm in you for you to distance yourself and stop him from going anywhere near you. You can only feel utter disgust towards him.

“W-wait, babe! Please, listen to me-” He pleaded as you felt his overwhelming presence behind you, your body almost betraying you from the sensation.

“Listen? Do you hear yourself?” You boomed as you turned around to look at him, a strained sarcastic laughter filling your mouth. Tears were now pooling at the side of your eyes, blurring your vision in the process.
“How dare you ask me to listen to you! Really, Zen?”

A flash of hurt came across his ruby red orbs, his gaze softening and breaking apart. It pained you to watch him break down before you, begging and never wanting to let you go. Begging for you to listen, begging for you to consider, getting you think back when he was yours to call mine.

A lump formed in your throat when you watched how Zen’s tears started to fall one by one, his face depicting a look of depression and brokenness. His eyes were desperately searching yours as his face fell upon seeing that you looked so sure of leaving him then and there. You tried your best to hold it in, not wanting him to see the aftermath of his actions towards you. Of whether the reason of his temporary taste towards a different delectable dish was because he was lonely and because you were not there, or was it because he got tired of waiting for you. All the more reasons why you needed to let him go. Of why this childish game of house should end.

Knowing him, you still dared touch his very flame, knowing how small and ignorant of a moth you are. He was the sun an icarus like you desperately wanted to touch. He just wanted your attention, he sadly didn’t want your heart. He, of course, just wanted to make sure he had full grasp on you, making sure you’re not getting over him no matter what. He hates the thought of you getting with someone new, he had been implying that. He’s that selfish.

You should have seen it coming.
You should have known from the start.
Nothing lasts forever.
Not even your love for him, no matter how much you knew you do.

“Babe,” He pleaded, his voice hitching higher octaves. He opened his mouth once more but only a choked sob escaped his lips. “B-Babe, p-please,”

You blinked back the tears that threatened to fall by giving him a blank look. Reminding him of his mistake, of the weight of his actions and above all, reminding him of what he just lost.

“Goodbye.” You said, ice lacing your tone. No matter how cold you tried to be, you’re just a girl who was breaking apart inside. And you continued to do so and you were so sure nothing will be left of you after this.
“I hope to never to see you again.”

“No! No, please, babe. Don’t leave me. C-come home with me, let’s talk this out. P-please. Listen to me, MC. D-don’t go!”
He cried out as he grabbed to pull you to him and hugged you tight, his hands unsure of where to exactly hold you. His touch was needy, wanting, begging, desperate … and it took everything for you not to return the gesture. You have accidentally removed your grasp from your bags as they both fell on the cemented path with a soft thud.

You sharply inhaled his musk, getting intoxicated with his familiar scent that you love. And no matter how hard you reminded yourself that he was someone you hold affections with, the scene you saw back in the house kept replaying inside your head like a nightmare on repeat. It burned itself there, not wanting you to ever forget it. Leaving a scar that might take years to heal.

His sobs have now become anguished cries as you desperately tried to push him away from you. And after successfully doing so by giving him a hard shove, he just stumbled and continuously fell towards the ground, not even bothering to wipe the tears that streamed down his face. His desperate voice crushed your heart more and more.
“Babe … P-please. Don’t go. Don’t leave me. D-don’t go looking for someone else. Let me explain … I beg you.”

Upon collecting yourself, no matter how your heart screamed to run to him, console him, wipe those tears for him, you steeled yourself from such thoughts. You watched at how he pathetically cried and burned himself out as if telling you that you should be sorry for him, that you should not be the one hurting right now, that you are the bad guy for leaving him like this.

“You’re not going to come home with me anymore?” He asked in between his tears, or more so, he tried to convince himself more than you.

And your silence was his needed confirmation.


Jaehee

Even if you knew you had nothing to go back to, you just wished to see her one last time. Despite the pain you felt when you saw her with someone else earlier this day, you braved yourself to come and face her like this just to be able to end things formally with her. She was not aware that you’re to be back a bit earlier than the said date and you decided to confront her inside the place you once considered home. Roaming your eyes on the empty living quarters, floods of memories you made with her swamped your mind, making it harder for you than it already is.

You pulled a chair from the dining table and sat there, fingers rubbing the bridge of your nose. You heaved a sigh as you patiently waited for her to be back, the sound of the ticking clock your only companion amidst this growing dark.

You heard the front door click and now a few strings of soft laughter livened the place. You shifted your gaze and watched how the man from earlier planted peppery kisses all over Jaehee’s features. You watched at how she softly giggled at the gesture, something she does whenever you’re kissing her cheeks. Something you thought you’d be the only one to see.

You heard her ask the man to come in first and if he wanted to something to eat as she unconsciously flicked the switches of the lights open. Her eyes landed on your figure sitting by the dining table, a small gasp audibly got released from her throat. You watched at how the surprise on her face changed to guilt and regret.

“MC?” She queried, unsure of how to take the situation before her. Your gaze flicked from the man’s hold on her waist and their extremely too close for comfort proximity. You saw how she gently bit her lower lip, her gaze traveling everywhere but you.

“Hi.” You said, trying to make your voice sound casual. You flashed a smile towards the man beside her and the bastard returned the gesture.

“U-uh, may I ask what could you be doing here?”
Jaehee asked once more, the shaking of her voice barely hidden.
“I, uhm, thought you’re still at the convention …”
You saw how the man with her threw a look of confusion at her direction, as if asking who you were and what you were doing in the dark before they arrived.

“I came to say good bye.”
You said quietly as you slowly stood up and moved to pick your bags on your side. You flicked your gaze down, trying to calm the hurt and betrayal you felt swelling up your chest. You tightly shut your eyes, hoping that the tears won’t fall this time. You’ve already spent the entire afternoon crying and asking why and now, seeing them together, you exactly immediately knew what could be the only wrong thing between the two of you.

You lifted your gaze up and flashed her a smile, unaware of the tears that already fell from your eyes. Since when did they start falling? You were not sure. They just fell. Just like how your dreams and hopes did and without warning.

“I-I’m very sorry for not telling you …”
She whispered as she moved to touch you, her skin grazing against yours.
“I-I’m sorry … I-I didn’t know how to tell you …”

Even just the tiny touch of her fingers made you flinch. You shrugged her off as you wiped your tears, screaming at yourself internally for breaking down in front of her. You released a strangled laughter whilst shaking your head, telling her to stop whatever she thinks she’s doing.
She must have only felt guilt, nothing more.

“I know. I understand.”
You said as you bit your lip, trying to suppress another fit of small sobs.
“And I don’t want this love to feel like a battlefield for you.”

You started to walk away from her and your heart broke more when Jaehee didn’t even move to stop you from doing so. With one last glance thrown at her direction, you bid your bittersweet goodbye,
“I hope you’re happy.”

Now, your hopes and dreams dissipating into thin air.


Jumin

It hurts. The pain was too much.
It feels as if knives were repeatedly stabbed on your heart.

Nobody warned you about this inevitable pain you might encounter with this thing they called love. Nobody briefed you about the possible circumstances and various scenarios you might come across with as you’re busy loving somebody who’s busy breaking your heart. It was not fair, you thought, of how can you give your all to someone who is ready to tear you apart. It was even more unfair to be the only one leaving while crying your heart out.

The moment you left while accidentally banging the large, intricate double doors that successfully caught the attention of the other employees, you heard him calling after you almost immediately. It was not your intention to raise attention towards you. You did your best to immediately leave, trying your best of seeing up until where your feet can take you. A few more sharp turns and you finally found yourself standing in front of the two large elevators of the building. But luck was nowhere near you due to the fact that the elevator just passed your floor and continued descending down.

When you heard the click of his shoes on the tiled floors, you immediately turned towards the fire exit and concealed yourself there. You were several floors up, wearing high heels and a coat. All of it contributing to the very uncomfortable feeling building up your system. Against the darkness of the panic stairs, you gently let out the rake of sobs that you held in the moment you witnessed his extremely treacherous act.

Who was she? Was what you thought first. She was not familiar. You have not seen her around your man before. Was she new? Where did he meet her? Questions bombarded your mind as you descended down the stairs, the only sound echoing was the click of your heels against the uneven cemented floors. Each step you take, the further blur your eyes have become. Your tears were now an uncontrolled mass raiding your eyes and falling down to your cheeks like a massive outbreak.

You weren’t exactly watching and was not paying any attention to your way because the moment you took another step down, the heel on one of your shoes snapped, causing you to lose your balance and fall down with your back hitting the concrete first. You inhaled a sharp breath as you winced in pain from the extremely painful contact your body had with the hard floor.
Now, you weren’t so sure what was more painful: falling down the stairs or watching your lover cheat on you.

You laid there for a moment, blankly staring at the never ending spiral of the staircase as it ascended up. You were not sure what floor you were in now and you’re positive you broke a bone or two. You tried to move the ankle that you tripped and winced once more when you felt it sting when you moved. You shifted so you can see your lower body, your upper body getting numb by the minute. You saw that your stocking was ripped and blood started gushing out of a freshly opened wound.

“Oh god …” You exhaled when you felt something warm started falling down your face once more. “Stupid! This is so stupid of me.”

From the silent wash of your tears, your whimpers grew more into an audible cry. You couldn’t even move your body due to severe pain. It was a good thing you did not break your head from the fall or else you could’ve have died then and there. You just realized that you almost died and that no one came to save you. That thought just made your tears fall more and more.

Then, you heard a loud creak of a door a floor up from where you fell. Loud footsteps came rushing down and a silhouette of a man came into view. You were not so sure but judging from his smell, you immediately knew who it was. You panicked and tried your best to stand up but your body was not responding to your wishes. Instead, it screamed hurt and fracture everywhere.

“Damn.” You heard a low growl of curses as you felt his presence by your side. He was wearing that goddamn tuxedo set you personally chose for him and the very clothing he wore when he almost kissed another woman tonight. Just from the thought made you cry harder, using your injured body as an excuse for the massive pain that attacked your chest.

Sshh, stop crying. I’m here now, love. I’ll help you.” Jumin gently cooed as he wrapped his strong arms around your body. You wanted to protest but you weren’t so sure about doing so due to your injured state. Instead, you flailed your arms, trying to shake his hold off of you.

“Leave!” You roared but a strained voice came out instead. And from that strained voice came a pleading tone.
“Please … Leave. Leave me alone … I beg you, Jumin. I don’t need you!

You felt your hand accidentally slap his face that caused him to immediately stop his actions. You blearily watched how his jaw tightened while he closed his eyes, his face facing the opposite direction. You heard him swallow hard as if he was trying to regain his composure back and understand your outburst.

How dare he!, you thought.

“Ah. I should have seen that one coming.” He said, his voice low and steady. Then, he brought his gaze back to you and you saw the amount of guilt that flashed through his slate grey hues. You saw much he regretted whatever you saw the moment you came in.
“I’m very sorry you had to … witness that. She’s a client, a very important one.”

You scoffed at the casual tone he gave you. Very far from the look he just gave. Almost too unemotional and uncaring, as if the emotions you saw flick through his eyes were nothing but a front and a lie.

“Is this how you deal with your business partners? Flirt them in, trap them and close the deal in between their legs?” You began, incredulously putting words on his mouth. You bit your lower lip when you heard him release a frustrated sigh. You felt him stand up as he carefully supported your weight on his arms.

Watching him under the low red light of the emergency sign plastered on the walls and the darkness that succumbed you both heightened his features. One look at his face and he’ll obviously become your next mistake. Just by being under his presence always leaves you breathless, intoxicated and drunk in love. But the calm anger you’ve hidden deep inside your heart finally started to resurface as you released a low growl of rage.

He temporarily flicked his gaze at you as he slowly ascended the stairs, seemingly taking you back the way he came in.

“It is true, what they said about you … About how you behave with your clients. I-I never believed any of those …” You began, your voice eerily calm. Even you were very afraid of your own self slowly bursting from uncontrolled fury. Your accusations came out straight like bullets fired from a gun. “You only want love if it’s torture. You have no mercy. You didn’t even consider the fact that you have me.”

He remained silent, not even a word of curtsy as a reply was made. He stopped just in front of a metal door. You noticed, though his face was blank, he had a very troubled and vulnerable look on his eyes. Then, he hovered his gaze on your face as he licked his lower lip.

“Indeed, I am. You have come to love a monster.” You heard him reply, his expression now dark and unreadable. “I am the nightmare you must have mistakenly thought to be a daydream.”
As if he was trying to conceal something from you, trying to hide a dark truth deep within, those words left an impression on you. He voiced out the doubts that enveloped your thoughts.
He was slowly showing something you knew that is a part of him you couldn’t touch.

Despite you being together with him, there are aspects of his life you haven’t even seen a glimpsed of. Despite working with him, there are rumors and words going on and about of how he manages the business, how he successfully closes deals. Despite every high and low you experienced with him, all the sweet memories you had with him, all the waking moments you could ever remember with his side, all the countless breakfast you spent with him, the Jumin in front of you was not a part of them. The Jumin right now was far from the man you have come accustomed to. This was different.
He was deeper, darker, scarier and more complex.
He felt different.

And you couldn’t help but ask yourself: Is the high worth the pain?


Yoosung

“MC?! Wait, I-I can-” You heard his voice say as he scrambled up and hurriedly blocked your way just in case you did something rash towards the other girl in this room. He knew you too well.

“Shut up.” You cut him off with gritted teeth. Your eyes darted back and forth at the scared looking girl on your sofa and towards your boyfriend who looked like he would cry any moment. Then a bittersweet smile graced your features as you held up the Anniversary Gift you worked so hard to get for him.

You saw how his eyes widened upon the recognizing what you were holding. Yoosung’s mouth dropped open as he stared at the very thing you knew he wanted ever since.

“See this?” You said, a smirk now evident on your face. You saw how he desperately tried to stop whatever you were planning to do by looking at you. You both had practiced talking with your eyes and if you weren’t too consumed by anger right now upon the betrayal he did to you, you would still find the connection between you and him to be very endearing.
Now, it’s just plain stupid.

“MC … Please, calm down. S-she’s not my mistress- I-I’m not cheating on you! I-I, this, uhm-” Your hands worked on the murder, your ears tingling in anger upon hearing his poorly made excuse. What did he want you to do? Believe a blatant lie when there is a concrete evidence in front of you? He looked so desperate, his amethyst orbs begging you to at least listen to what he was about to say.
“Please, honey, listen to me … I-I only meant well! I-I know this situation isn’t as clever as it looks b-but I-”

A humorless laughter escaped your mouth as you shook your head. You knew he was not that good at lying, that’s the only trait that is bad about him. That’s why, no matter what came out of his mouth, you were not able to believe him. You slowly and harshly ripped the item at your hand, crushing his dreams in front of him. And with the nastiest smile you could ever muster, you said with controlled anger,
“Happy Anniversary. Enjoy it with her.”

You marched out of his house and slammed the door hard enough for it to break. You collectively wiped your tears as you walked aimlessly down the road, realizing you had nowhere to go. The night was growing deeper and the streets were growing quiet by the second. The weather had just taken a turn for the worst as well. You just didn’t know what to do anymore, walking outside the streets under the rain, wanting to never be found.

The raindrops and your tears mixed once you tilted your head up to stare at the positively dark sky which didn’t have any signs of stopping the current downpour. You can hear faint screeches of car tires as they sped up to wherever they might be headed. Who cares now, anyway? The roof caved in and the truth came out and now you’re stuck in the middle, not knowing what would be your next steps.

You are positively hurt, for sure, for the scene you caught kept replaying itself inside your head. He was with another woman, someone else got to sit and cuddle with him on your favorite spot, he was laughing with someone else, enjoying the things you do together. The things that only you two were supposed to do. The thought of him enjoying himself and the one he’s with kept stabbing you in the back, the agony piercing your chest like the world’s finest blade intended for a kill.

“Yoosung …” You murmured his name as a fresh batch of wet tears flooded once more, the liquid mixing with the raindrops falling on your face.
“How can you do this …”

The thought itself made you sick in the stomach, about how easily he had played you within his grasp. You were looking forward so much with your anniversary, too. But it seems it was only you who cared for this relationship after all. Where did his promises go? Where did his words run off to? He said he’d do anything for you, asking you for a chance to show you how much of a man he is by taking care of your heart and that all he asks is one chance to show it. That, for everything he does, he only meant well for you.

From the corner of your eye, you saw a figure running towards you, an umbrella on his hand. From the heavy downpour and noisy raindrops, you can faintly hear his voice calling out for you, worry lacing his tone. For a moment, you felt your heart skipped a beat as it pounded hard with new found hope and happiness. He came after you! But the bitter, hurt bitch in you was quick to cut that happiness short.

Your pace quickened when you felt like the distance between the two of you grew shorter, smaller and gradually turning into just several feet apart. You didn’t care where you’re going so long as you’d be away from him.
Not now, not yet, you thought. You panicked, trying to find an escape from him in that relatively close proximity. You didn’t see where you were going; you were much more busy trying to evade him.

“MC! Wait! Wait for me!” You can almost hear him clearly now, the reverberating sound of his footsteps from hard concrete to puddled waters echoed the empty streets, signalling his upcoming presence. You were quick to move as you ran on the opposite direction of where he was coming from, not a care given to where your feet might take you.

Not a care to the world nor even to your own welfare.
And not a care given even when the moment came that a truck was fast approaching towards you, its headlights flashing a warning, its tires screeching as it was unable to halt in time.
It’s going to hit you.

Your ears rang and the world around you seemed to stop that very moment until you felt someone shove you out of the way. Your eyes were wide open, as if it was a camera lens that intended to record everything that happened. You felt your body crashing down the hard asphalt. You watched at how the umbrella he was holding flew to the distance, his body coming in contact with truck’s hood. You watched at how far he rolled off, his body rolling like a bowling ball due to the impact. You watched at how he came crashing down the street to a pile of empty trash cans by a broken lamp post.

You stared in horror as everything unfolded before you in slow motion.
You watched at how Yoosung caught the blow for you, at how his body flew a few meters away like a rag doll. You were frozen in shock even when the truck driver hurriedly came to ask for your well-being, his words barely even audible to your ears. Your eyes darted from his favorite umbrella that he brought and to his limp body down the street.

“Let’s get you guys treated!” The driver worriedly and hurriedly said as he now ran towards the body of a certain blond on the pile of trash. Your mouth went agape, your body unable to produce a single movement.
And slowly … you started to stand up … your mind directing you to move like you were in a trance.

Yoosung … Yoosung … Yoosung …
You kept on chanting his name until you were able to reach him, the driver of the truck trying to give him first aid. You watched at how he inspected him for other wounds. You stared at his arm that looked like it was badly twisted from the hit. You stared at how blood came rushing down his head and how his favorite LOLOL shirt got ripped on several parts, wounds and bruises now becoming evident against his pale skin.

You fell to your knees, now unable to withhold your scream. You screamed. And screamed. And screamed. Feeling the world caving in on you.
You screamed and screamed until there was nothing left in you but agony and torture.

You thought about his promises. And how he only want to mean well. About how he wanted to show how much of a man he was for you.
Was this it? Was this how he intended to show you how much of a man he was?
No, this wasn’t. This was your own fault. 


Saeyoung

You only intended to stay just for a little while, really. You didn’t want to be seen by him the moment he comes home. After all, he thinks you’re still not back from whatever hell hole you disappeared into. You only told him you’d be back on the day of his birth and it isn’t until tomorrow. You stared blankly at the robot dog he programmed, its robotic voice yapping at you. You watched at how it wagged its metallic tail, seemingly asking you to play with it. With your bags by your side, you smiled sadly as you ran a hand through the dog’s metallic head.

“He needs to work on your fur lining more, lil’ bud.” You said as the dog happily leaned in to your touch. You clearly remembered the day when Saeyoung started this dog project of his and now only a few accents remained for it to be completed. You knew you wouldn’t be here anymore to see it fully complete.

You were sitting on the sofa as you heaved a sigh. The scenario you saw back there playing inside your mind on repeat, like a stupid, repetitive video. You remembered how that woman touched your Saeyoung and how he responded to it. How he kissed her the way he kissed you and how utterly disgusted you feel whenever you remember the feeling of the very same lips he used on her on your very own.

You’ve been crying since you got home and your eyes are already complaining from the astounding amount of tears you can produce. You couldn’t find anything wrong with the two of you, for him to commit such act. You tried to rake your head for any possible faults or even situations for him to act that way but you couldn’t remember. If there was something wrong, he had always been good at hiding it. He was always good with hiding.

You heard the click of the front door and you immediately panicked. Your eyes then darted at your wrist watch and found that you’ve been lost in thought for nearly two hours. No wonder he’s finally home.
But before you could even do anything such as conceal yourself from him, the lights finally opened and he was already standing in front of you, eyes wide in surprise.

“Sweetie?! Ohh! It’s really you!” He called out, his voice raising with excitement and happiness. He immediately ran towards you, even forgetting to remove his shoes on the door step. You felt his warm embrace around your frame as he lifted you up and twirled you around. In any other day, the gesture would be extremely cute. But right now, you didn’t really feel anything else but restrained anger.

Anger for him. And anger for yourself.

The moment he put you down, his grin was from ear to ear. Your eyes traveled to watch his features and they showed no sign of remorse or guilt upon the betrayal you witness him do just a few hours ago. Saeyoung was not the insensitive type when it comes to feeling around and when you didn’t respond to him like the way you used to, it didn’t take him math to put things together. You saw how his expression changed from happiness to an unreadable brood.

Then he looked away from you, his golden honey hues turning gloom. For a moment you saw pain and hesitation in them. But it was quick to go. Upon biting his lower lip, he distanced himself and asked the question you didn’t expect him to admit.
“You saw that, didn’t you?”

If only there were more possible ways to break a heart then that’s what would be happening to you this instant. You weren’t able to deny it. You weren’t able to come up with any lie regarding your current actions. And instead, you slowly succumbed to painful admission.

“Yeah … I did.” Your voice found itself out with a small, unsteady tone. You bit your lower lip in order to stop any incoming sobs when you finally felt your eyes sting from getting wet once more.

You heard him sigh as he walked over towards the kitchen. You heard few shuffling here and there, the sound of something opening and closing until he came back in front of you. You watched at how he handed you a bottled water and offered his handkerchief as well. You scrunched your face at the gesture, puzzlement and question invading your system.
Was he playing with you?

“Wipe your tears then leave.” He declared, his voice void of anything else but cold command. You tilted your head up to see how his face was now void of any emotions. How he felt far from the Saeyoung you knew. Though at least you knew him well enough that he might just be restricting himself from something.
The coldness in him bites hard.

“C-Can I at least know why … you did it?” You asked, trying your best to not let the whimper in your tone be that obvious. One by one, tears started falling again from your eyes as you desperately wiped them with your bare fingers. You didn’t accept the things he gave you. He was always like this - giving mixed signals. His actions were always the opposite of what he’s saying. Just like how he told you he likes you before but forbid you to get close to him.

“I don’t know why you even stuck with me up to this date.” He began, his voice eerily calm and quiet. He raked a cool look over you, his expression bored and angry. “Didn’t I tell you before? I don’t want you clinging to me. I don’t want your presence near me. I don’t need your love. I don’t your sympathy. I don’t need your feelings. You shouldn’t have come close to me.”

“W-what are you even saying? We’ve been together for a while now! W-why are you bringing this up again? And now, all of a sudden?” Your voice rattled as you took a step closer, trying to square up his gaze. The look on his face didn’t change. Instead, it worsened.
Until you no longer can see the traces of the Saeyoung you knew.

“This is me telling you to get lost, MC.” He said, a chilly grin forming on his lips. Even his voice sounded foreign due to the intensity of its frigid tone. “You’re free to go. I’m now cutting whatever reasons you have for staying with me.”

Your system couldn’t help it anymore as you raked a sob in front of him. You didn’t care if he viewed you now as a weak individual. The pain of witnessing him cheat on you, him admitting to committing the deed and his harsh words while pushing you away were the catalysts of it all. You never thought your broken heart could get any more broken than it already is.
But here you are. Unable to pick up the shards he broke.

Without any further words said, you cried your heart out as you dazedly picked up your bags from where you left it. The mechanical dogbot was now licking your shoes, as if it can actually sympathize with you. You never glanced back at him again upon making your way out of his home.
And out of his life.
And what broke any hope you had in you was the fact that he truly has no intention to come running after you. To take you back. To tell you it was just a badly orchestrated prank. He will not go after you anymore.
Not ever and certainly not in this lifetime.

But his last words didn’t escape your hearing before you fully left, before you fully shut the door behind you and before you finally close everything that was connecting him to you.
The words that stirred up confusion inside your heart.

“That’s right, walk away. Save yourself from this heart ache. Go now before it’s too late, sweetie. I’m sorry. You shouldn’t be with me. You should never be.”

And the very words that raced a question inside your mind.
Why won’t he let you in?
Why would he let you walk away?