i am so tired though really

Growing Up

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Requested: Yes by @aesthetictrashxd

A/N: Smut warning, unprotected sex (pls don’t do this at home, you will get pregnant and die)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


“Stiles,” Your boyfriend of two years had his back turned to you, his head buried in a book. He’s been so caught up in the Supernatural that you never got a chance to celebrate your two year anniversary last week; he said he’d make it up to you but so far, nothing.

Deciding to do something bold for once, you skipped to the bathroom and changed your outfit from a pair of boring leggings and a jumper to the lingerie you had hiding underneath, you grabbed the silk robe that you stuffed in your bag earlier and threw it over the black underwear. Fixing your makeup and puffing your hair up slightly, you smirked in the mirror at how beautiful you looked.

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“standing at this place with one heart and one goal, because armys are here with us.. are there anybody who’s happier than i am? .. wherever you go, please be proud that you are bts’ fan!” - jung hoseok

happy birthday our sunshine! smiling through everything even though you’re tired and in pain, it must be really hard right? thank you for always being so bright and positive. all i know this world is a much better place with you in it. we love you ♡

more au ideas no one asked for
  • “you’re super short and i’m sorry but it’s really really cute whenever you try to reach that book on the top shelf here lemme help you- oh no don’t be embarrassed, your face is all red and you’re even more adorable now i am going to die” au
  • “i’m a biker and one day i was biking in your neighborhood while you just happened to be outside watering the plants and since you’re so goddamn cute i accidentally steered into a pole and now you’re giving me first aid (holy shit you’re even cuter up close)” au
    • “you’re biking through my neighborhood and you ran into a pole so now i’m really concerned and patching you up, oh my gosh you’re really hot even though you have a bloody nose” au
  • “i’m at a karaoke bar and i’m sober enough to realize that your voice singing my absolute favorite song is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever heard, and you caught me staring and winked at me oh shit” au
  • “you fell asleep on my shoulder on the plane ride and i would ask you to move but you look so comfy and adorable when you sleep. also you smell really good and the feeling of your breath on my skin is somewhat relaxing, maybe we can go out to lunch in this shitty airport when you wake up?” au
  • “you’re so perfect and i’m in love with you but i’ve never actually met you and you keep avoiding meeting up, so i called nev and max to help me figure out whether or not you’re catfishing me” au
    • “whoa it turns out you were actually just super shy and you’re even cuter in person pls kiss me in front of all these cameras” au to followup with that
  • “i’m a quiktrip worker and whenever I work a night shift, you always arrive and buy like 3 cans of redbull and you look exhausted, do you need some help? are you okay?” au
  • “you invited me to your brother’s/sister’s wedding as a plus one bc we’re hella best friends but we end up making out at the afterparty and now everyone thinks we’re fucking so uh,, u wanna go out for a drink sometime? try this whole couple thing out?” au
  • “my sister tried to set me up with her friend but little does she know that i am hella gay and i end up falling in love with her smoking hot brother, and whenever i hang at her place we always tell my sister that it’s for a date when really she’s now just trying to set me up with her brother” au
    • (this can be tweaked in any way to fit your otp :p)
  • “i’m one of those talk show stars that walks up to random people on the streets and asks them really obscure questions, and you’re really cute and camera shy and i’m sorry but it’s adorable how you stutter when you’re nervous, uh, perhaps when there aren’t so many cameras surrounding me i can buy you a drink?” au
    • “you just came up to me on the street and asked where the weirdest place i had sex was and i’m assuming it’s for one of those talk show things, but i’m really nervous because you’re really really hot in that suit holy shit” au
  • “will you stop flirting with me you just got seriously injured and i’m the EMT trying to tend to your wounds in the ambulance, i don’t give a fuck that i look cute when i’m concerned, you’re lucky you’re not dead you dipshit” au
  • “my mom/sister/dad/brother/best friend doesn’t know we’re dating but one day he/she/they walked in on us making out and started cheering oh my god this is so embarrassing i’m so sorry” au
  • “you have fire powers and i have ice powers and one day you save my ass and even though we’re supposed to be rivals, you’re actually really really cute and warm can i just stay in your arms forever bc i am perpetually cold” au
    • “you have ice powers and i have fire powers and i save your sorry ass from getting hurt/killed, okay i know we’re supposed to be rivals according to every legend ever but you’re adorable and wow you’re really cold, would you like me to warm you up?” au
  • “i’m so sorry i’ve been stowing away on your ship but i’m lonely and tired and starving with nowhere to go so please take pity on my poor soul bc you’re the sweetest pirate i have ever met and since we’re in the middle of the ocean now there’s no way you’re taking me back to land anytime soon” au
    • “i would be furious at you for stowing away on my ship if it weren’t for the fact that you look really sick and sad can i help you” au
  • “dude why did that siren take on my image to try and seduce you, is there something you wanna tell me” au
  • “I’m an elf with really bad aim so while hunting i accidentally shot you in the shoulder with an arrow i’m so sorry can i make it up to you in any way? oh shit you’re a wizard, please don’t turn me into a frog i’ll do anything you want me to” au
  • “we’re coworkers and all the other employees ship us so just for fun we all go out clubbing/to a bar but little do we know its actually a plot they set up to get us to realize our supposed love for each other. wait you’re actually a really good dancer and your laugh is so endearing and, holy shit, maybe our colleagues were right” au
  • “i catch you at the bus terminal shivering your ass off because it’s 30 degrees and for some godforsaken reason you’re wearing a short sleeve t shirt, so out of pity i lend you my hoodie and you look so surprised it’s the cutest thing i’ve ever seen, setting aside the fact that you’re a goddamn idiot, do you want to get sick?” au
    • (cont.) “you look so sad and cold that i just tell you to keep my hoodie b/c you obviously need it more than i do. a week later i see you at a coffee shop/book store/etc. and you’re wearing my hoodie which you look so fucking tiny and cute in, and you just saw me and you look super embarrassed; you offer me it back but i tell you it suits you more and we end up talking and i buy you a drink” au
  • “we’re partners in cupcake wars and i never realized how cute you look with frosting on your face until now but no distractions, we have to fucking pummel these other teams because we are the best goddamn cupcake company in the universe WE CAN DO THIS” au
  • “i’m swimming laps in a lake alone at night and i thought no one else was here but i just swam right into you and uh?? you’re not wearing a shirt and you’re hot as hell pl ease take me right here” au
  • “i took you to my family’s lakehouse and we went jetskiing which you were so adorably excited about b/c you’ve never been, and when we drove around on the water at ungodly speeds u held onto me b/c there was nothing else to hold onto” au
  • “my friends dared me to buy 20 condoms but i didn’t realize that the cute cashier would be working tonight so i avoided eye contact as i piled them onto the counter and please stop laughing so hard, oh my god it’s for a dare okay i’ve never had sex in my life and once you stopped laughing, i swear i fell in love with that sparkle in your eye as you grinned wildly at me and asked me out for a drink” au
  • “i accidentally called the wrong skype number and it turns out the person i called was you and you’re in a different time zone, so it’s 3am where you are and you just woke up and look fucking pissed but you’re cute so… let’s do this again when you’re not asleep. i’m more than willing to stay up into the dead of night to talk to you” au
  • “i’m a radio host who indirectly mentions you and flirts with you on my show but you’re so goddamn clueless, please just notice me i’m so desperate for you it’s kind of sad (see: welcome to night vale)” au
Stood Up

As it has been requested repeatedly, I have decided to make a part two to Stood Up. This story got way more love then I thought it would receive and is one of my highest loved imagines so far! So thank you!. I wasn’t originally planning on uploading this today, but as it is my birthday tomorrow (February 17th) and I will be busy, I thought I would just post it instead of making you all wait another two days. So here you go!

Request: Archie/jughead: 14)“I promise that i’ll protect you". -Archie 17) “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you.” - y/n31)“Never thought that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.”-y/a18) “I think you’re worth much more than that.”- jughead 4)“You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!”-jughead

REMEMBER, requests are closed! New requests will be deleted.

Requested by: anonymous.

Warnings: hurt/comfort.


Originally posted by noahsweetwne

“Y/N… I’m not sure how to tell you this… but-”

You turned, confused as you stared at the concerned looking Jughead. After your guys ‘date’ you’d started to hang out with him a bit more and eventually you guys had blossomed into an amazing friendship. Though, what Jughead had said that night was right, and after Archie apologized you’d accepted it and everything fell back to the way it was.

Only thing was now you had Jughead as a friend, a pretty great one at that. He hadn’t been happy when you told him you’d forgiven Archie, but he’d accepted it and told you to just be careful. 

Nothing had happened since. School started again and a new girl came in, Veronica Lodge, which had in turn allowed her to start hanging out with Archie, you, Betty and Kevin. She was nice enough and even though she had immediately mentioned her interest in Archie, you’d set her straight after telling her you two were actually dating. It didn’t take long for her to start rooting for you two, and was in turn one of the sweetest girls you’d met.

When you weren’t with her and Betty, you were with Archie and if you weren’t with Archie, you were with Jughead. 

It just happened to be one of those times where you were with Jughead, you two were sat in Pop’s, much like your guys date night. You were helping him with his novel that you were so specially the only one allowed to see. But you could tell easily something was on his mind and he was distracted from his writing. You hadn’t said anything, wanting to wait for him to tell you on his own.

“Yes, Juggie?” You answered, regarding him with careful eyes. He pursed his lips, shaking his head as he sighed in frustration. “Is everything okay?”

“Y/N… it’s about Archie…” 

You sighed, slightly expecting him to tell you again that you shouldn’t have forgiven him. But just by the look on his face you knew it was something else, and suddenly all annoyance left you and instead you became worried. Worried at the truth. “Jughead… what is it? What did he do? Is he okay?”

“He’s okay.” Jughead quickly confirmed, almost in anger. “He… oh god, Y/N. I really am sorry, but Archie’s been cheating on you.”

You blinked, unsure if you’d heard his words correctly. Archie had done a lot of things recently, terrible things but despite everything you’d never been suspicious of him for that. You couldn’t quite believe Jughead, so you scoffed, glaring slightly, but you could feel your eyes watering. “What are you- what are you going on about, Jughead? You’re joking right? With who?” The words slipped past your lips, no filter as you stared.

You tried to ignore the look on Jughead’s face that only helped make your heart beat faster. “Ms. Grundy.” Jughead whispered and you froze. 

“What?”

“He’s cheating on you with Ms. Grundy.”

Your jaw fell open and without a thought, you pushed out of your seat and stormed out of Pop’s, slamming the door behind you. You didn’t want to believe Jughead. You couldn’t but something in the back of your head told you that he was telling the truth. Who had stood you up that night? Archie. Who had been there for you that night? Jughead. What reason would he have to lie to you?

“Y/N!” You heard Jughead but you ignored him, dead set on making your way.. where were you going? Archie’s. You needed to talk to him. 

“Y/N! Please stop!” A hand grabbed your forearm, effectively stopping you and turning you around. You didn’t fight, coming face to face with Jughead as you tried to hold in your tears. You stared at him, hurt and betrayed.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his voice soft.

“Archie’s. I need to talk to him.” You mumbled, trying to keep your voice calm. “Please, let me go. I need- I need to talk to him.”

“I’m not going to stop you.” Jughead reassured, now grabbing both sides of your arms. You barely thought of the fact that Jughead hated skin contact. “I’m going with you.”

You nodded, too upset to say anything and shortly you found yourself in front of Archie’s house. The lights were off, but you knew Archie and you knew he liked to go out for late night walks, so you sat on his porch, waiting. Jughead sat beside you, close enough for comfort but not touching. You’d stopped crying but you knew it’d only last a few minutes before Archie’d show up.

“Y/N…? Jughead?” Snapping your head up, you swallowed your fear at the sight of a sweaty and panting Archie. Standing up and not missing the way Jughead fell in step beside you, standing slightly behind you.

“What are you two doing here?” Archie asked, confused and concern lacing his voice.

“I-I…” You tried but fell short, feeling tears coming back. Immediately Archie took a step forward, concerned but Jughead stood in front of you. Glaring at Archie. Archie blinked, confused.

“What’s wrong? Y/N? Tell me, I promise that i’ll protect you" You scoffed, suddenly angry as you carefully stepped in front of Jughead. He regarded you with a concerned look but all you did was nod, reassuring him.

Archie stared desperately at you. 

“Archie… we’re through.” You said, confidence in your voice as you tried to hold down your tears. Archie’s shoulders slumped and his mouth opened and closed repeatedly. 

“Wha- why?”

“Archie.. I know you cheated on me.” You confessed, laughing bitterly at yourself. “Hell, maybe you still are. But we are through. I am tired of the lies, the cancelling, i’m tired of the sneaking. I tried. I tried to be understanding. I even forgave you when you stood me up! But not anymore!” Archie’s surprised and guilty face fell on Jughead, almost angrily before turning to you with soft eyes. 

“Y-Y/N… I’m-”

“I don’t want to hear it!” You interrupted, staring at Archie clearly upset. You wiped pathetically at your tears. “With Ms. Grundy? Really, Archie? You’re… that’s so wrong. It doesn’t matter though, you’re none of my business anymore.” 

You went to step around Archie, but his hand shot out to grab you, a little too aggressively. You gasped, before another hand shot out and pushed Archie back. You easily recognized the figure as Jughead. “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you.” 

Archie dropped his hands, taking a respect step back and you let out a breath you hadn’t know you’d been holding. Huffing. Jughead turned to you, allowing you to walk in front of him as he glared at Archie. Archie looked as if he was about to cry and you almost felt yourself breaking but you shook your head.

“I am sorry. Y/N.” You stopped, your back facing Archie as you whispered;  “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you.”


Later, you found yourself sobbing against Jughead’s chest as he hugged you. You sniffled, wiping your tears as you pushed from the hug, staring at the tear stains on his jacket in shame. “I’m sorry…” You whispered ashamed.

Jughead shook his head, hesitantly letting his hand fall on your cheek so you were looking at him. “I’m pathetic.” You mumbled, shaking your head.

“I think you’re worth much more than that.” Jughead whispered. You stared up into his eyes, finding an emotion you’d never seen there before. And then suddenly his lips fell on yours and you were leaning against him as he pressed against you. You moaned into the kiss, allowing your hands to fall on his neck as he held your face.

When you pulled away, you were panting but smiling shyly up at Jughead who smirked back. “Never thought that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.”


There ya guys go! Part 3?

My degree/education is none of your business

So I work two jobs, one at a grocery place and the other (to be blunt) as a cam girl. Now my cam job keeps me up a good part of the night, obviously, so I’m usually pretty tired throughout the day, especially when I have to go to my first job. I work as a cashier and even though I’m tired af, I’m still always polite to my customers. One night, after getting literally no sleep the night before, this woman and her husband come through my line with a big order. No big deal really, so I just start ringing them up and making slight conversation. Somewhere near the end I think I yawned a little, and the woman looks at me and ask if I was tired. I laughed and said yeah, then explained I had another job as well (though I didn’t tell her what) so I didn’t get a lot of sleep. She then ask me if I was in school, which at the moment I am not. I’m taking a few semesters off because of my mental health, and plan to return next year to get some certificates rather than a degree. I didn’t tell her all of this though, since it wasn’t really her business, and just gave a simple “no, I am not.” She raised her eyebrows and smirked a little before saying, I shit you not, “Well, better get on top of it or you might as well get use to not getting any sleep.” I was stunned, and it took a moment to fully process what she said. After that I dropped my friendly act immediately. I took her money, handed her the change, and slammed my drawer. She did not get a “have a good night” or anything of the sort. I will not be spoken to that way and I will not have some middle age bitch look down on me because I’m not going to college at the moment. You have no right to tell anyone who is working (especially someone with two jobs) to get a degree and degrade them for working.

Back at it again with more langst

Okay so I’m overtired and sad right now so Langst. Sorry if this seems all over the place(it is) but it’s like 2:18AM and I am so tired so
Enjoy

-Lance likes to draw, he’s not really the best but it’s pretty decent to him
-He’s actually really good, just too hard on himself to admit it
-Lance doesn’t keep a journal, more of a notebook honestly
-It has dates and sometimes he’ll write about stuff but it’s mostly filled with drawings
-You can tell when he gets more depressed because the drawings always seem to be of himself
-They vary, each picture of himself
-Though one seems to be the same in a lot of them
-It’s his face but what appears to be a price of paper over it saying “Phoney” or “Fake” or “Liar”
-When all of the Voltron stuff started to happen, he had kept his notebook on him
-It was tucked in under his shirt as he felt he’d probably be inspired to draw something nice after sneaking out
-So he still has that notebook(It has 500 pages) and uses it from time to time
-It’s hidden in his room but sometimes he’ll take it with him
-The pictures show more and more of his depressed state
-He’s also been writing more than usual, but of his family and describing beaches and the water
-He takes it with him one night to the observatory deck
-Besides drawing the nearest planet, he draws a picture of himself drowning
-He didn’t expect to fall asleep there
-Hunk ends up finding him there sleeping and decides to carry him back to his room
-When Lance wakes up the next day he freaks out because what if someone had seen his notebook?
-He feels like they’ll get worried and he doesn’t want to worry anyone(him drawing himself like that helps him with his self loathing)
-Except that small part of him hopes they do worry because he’s falling apart
-Because he feels so disconnected to everyone
-And he feels so alone
-But no ones has seen his notebook and he’s torn between feeling relieved and disappointed
-His next drawing is of the team
-But Lance isn’t in the picture at all
-The lines are blurry in a few places
-But Lance definitely didn’t cry drawing this one because he wasn’t thinking of how unneeded he was
-No he didn’t cry because maybe the team was better off without him
-And maybe he’s just there because he’s the only one who can pilot blue
-Who could probably be replaced?
-His self doubt doesn’t get worse e tells himself as he starts drawing another picture
-It’s of himself but over his eyes there’s a word that’s capitalized, “LIAR”
-He hates that he can’t talk to the team about any of this
-He hates that he never told Hunk about how he feels
-He hates how he feels when he’s alone and the fact that his notebook is almost all used up
-He hates himself for lying to everyone by telling them he’s okay
-But he’s not
-No he usually says he is but he doubts they’d care
-He knows they’ll care but he doesn’t want them too
-He hates how his minds works
-All this hate is projected onto himself and down the spiral he goes
-He draws and writes to help but it doesn’t do much

Knock Knock

Originally posted by stewartsmarano


Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Request: “Could you write a Clay x reader where the reader goes over to his house in the middle of the night? No real reason, just cuz.”

Words: 749

A/N: Another Clay imagine is up! I hope that you are enjoying all of my 13 reasons why imagines, I really hard to finish my pending list, wishing not to disappoint someone because I am so slow on posting them all. HAHAHA.
I hope you like this, even though it is just a simple one. Thank you so much.

- G. x


“Clay!” You knocked for several times on the glass window of his house as you jumped many times to reach and to see him watching the television in the living room. “Jensen!” The window was too high to reach and you honestly felt tired as you kept on jumping to be noticed.

“Wha… what the hell?” He stuttered as he walked towards the window with a corrugated forehead. You could see the scared expression in his face before he noticed that it was you, his best friend. “What are you doing here, (Y/N)?” You stopped jumping and you thanked him silently for that.

“Knock knock.” You knocked again, stretching out your arm to reach the glass, and he unlocked the closed window between the two of you. You then stayed still for a little bit to calm your heavy breathing.

“Who’s there?” He asked as he thought that you were about to tell him one of your bland jokes.

“It’s me, idiot!” You obviously answered, not even meaning it as a joke.

“It’s me, idiot who?” Clay raised his eyebrow as he was hesitating to answer the joke.

“Idiot you!” You slapped his arm playfully as you tiptoed in your shoes and you realized that he thought it was one of your jokes. You let out a soft giggle, so you didn’t risk waking anyone up, and he just shook his head because of it.

“You came here just for that bad joke?” He rolled his eyes while chuckling and he left the window, closing it fully, walking away to open the door instead. “Come here!”

“Coming!” You cheerfully said as you ran through the front door.

The neighbourhood was quiet and calm as the night took over the time. Everyone must have been sleeping, since all of the houses were dark. The light posts illuminated the whole street and everything seemed so peaceful as the cold breeze stung your smooth and warm skin.

“So? Did you come here for that bad joke?” Clay asked as he quietly shut the front door. You then headed to the living room and it revealed you that he was just watching some random stuffs, maybe he couldn’t sleep.

“Honestly?” You looked at him with a serious expression in your face. He sat back on the armchair across the window and searched the zapper under his seat, unbeknownst him that it was on the couch. “Dork!” You threw him the zapper and he laughed loudly when he realized what he was doing.

“Uh, yeah?” Clay awkwardly answered then as he changed the television channel, trying to find some good films, but he just stumbled on those porn channels, making him blush and clicked the zapper’s buttons faster than before.

“I came here for no reason.” You widely smiled and Clay gave you a confused and befuddled look as he raised his arms as if he was asking himself what the hell were you doing.

“Didn’t you have better things to do?” He threw you a red coloured cushion, obviously, it matched the colour of their couch, and it hit exactly your face.

“Not really.” You shrugged it off as you threw him the cushion back, but he perfectly dodged it. “I just want to piss you off now.”

“Idiot.” He stopped twiddling with the zapper and he finally found a decent film: Forrest Gump.

“Oh my God, I love this film.” You happily exclaimed as you properly sat on the couch, pulling Clay’s warm blanket from his armchair and you covered your body perfectly.

“Um, well?” He shot you a death glare, but then let out a giggle as he saw how cute you were with his dark coloured blanket. He looked at you with a sweet smile, but then quickly looked away.

“Shush!” You sassily said as you were so concentrated on watching the film.

“You must be thankful that you’re my best friend.” You heard him mumbling as he carelessly plopped himself down on the couch, covering his body with the blanket too.

“Yeah, thank you.” You smiled at him and then focused yourself on the television once again. He let out some soft giggles as he wrapped his right arm around your neck and you leant your head on his chest, watching concentratedly the film.

You went over his house without a real reason and you ended up watching a movie together, cuddled up on a soft couch and a warm blanket. In short, the definition of a perfect night.


four am | sehun

» short fluff for people who’s having trouble with sleeping.
» lowercase intended.

being surrounded by darkness is oddly soothing for your half asleep state. with the cold air that comes from the ac, you placed yourself under the thick comforters. you closed and opened your eyes several times in hopes of dozing off, but neither seems to work, so you continued staring at nothingness.

the bed where you curled up in a ball seems to be twice its size since your husband wasn’t back yet. he would find it amusing if he found you looking like a cocoon, but he would also find you looking adorable.

it seemed like hours when only minutes had passed since you randomly woke up from your sleep. you waited for your lover even though sleep seems to be engulfing you as minutes continuously passed.

and as minute by minute passed,

you also grew sleepier.

just as soon as you closed your eyes, you felt someone enter your room. the person didn’t bother opening the lights, in fear it would woke you up. what a sweetheart. then, you felt the space beside you dip down as the person sat down before leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your head before disappearing for a second. in which you assumed they would change into more appropriate clothes for sleeping. sweater and sweatpants was your favorite.

you felt the person join you in the bed, slipping themselves under the soft comforters beside you.

you pretended to be asleep and purposely shifted your position so you would face the person. then you heard a heartwarming chuckle before speaking up in a low quiet voice,

“sweetheart, are you awake?”

with half lidded eyes, you gazed at your husband and smiled softly at him. he brought up a hand to run it across your hair, brushing off the left strands on your face.

“it’s okay, you don’t have to speak. let me just tell you something.”

and with that, he moved closer before wrapping an arm under your neck so you laid your head on his bicep. he leaned closer and rested his facs near yours, placing a butterfly kiss on your nose.

“you might say you look like a racoon in the mornings or when you just woke up but in my view you look adorable.”

he felt you smile which made him smile too.

“it’s four am i wonder why you’re awake. were you waiting for me?” he felt you slightly shake your head before letting out a content sigh, snuggling closer if possible. you found warmth and comfort just being your lover’s arms, how could this be not be one of the moments you cherish in your life? this was perfect.

he chuckled. “okay, i’ll just assume you just woke up. am i right, sweetheart?”

if you were fully awake your heart would burst from the love and affection you were receiving.

he sighed beside you. “i’m so tired. you know, my friends brought me to a karaoke bar but i had a lot of fun. it was really nice to hang out with them after a long time.”

“my friends really love you. they think we fit each other so much.” even though you were sleepy, you fought it off just to hear your husband talk.

“but i love you more.” he pressed a kiss on your head again.

“good thing you’re sleepy or else you would fight me off saying you love me more, but nothing beats my love for you. i just, really love you so much.”

the side of your lips slightly tugged up in a smile, then you closed your eyes.

“even if you don’t wear make up, you’re still the most beautiful girl i lay my eyes on. even if you think lowly of yourself, you will always be the most important person in my life. i love you.”

and with that, you dozed off, a smile curled up on your lips as your husband whispered precious words to you.

muse-multiverse  asked:

DAI companions and advisers reacting to Teen!Lavellan post trespasser getting black out drunk after finding out that the elven religion is a big ass sham built on slavery and brainwashing? Especially the andrastian companions, to whom they ask "are you happy now?" (because I am a horrible horrible person :3)

Cassandra: The question cuts her to the core, and in that moment the Seeker cannot help but remember every time that she could have supported them –encouraged their beliefs rather than questioning their faith- and she feel sick. Was she so desperate for the Chantry to be salvageable and her mentor to be avenged that she was willing to cast her own Exalted March on their lives? The answer to that frightens her, but where that might once have caused her to lash out she instead holds her peace. At this young elf’s side she has learned patience and understanding, even against her instincts. And so she does not respond to the question as they expected, but simply folds them into a stilted hug.

“Who could find happiness in the face of such pain? I am sorry for all that you suffer, and will be with you through this as you stood beside me when my own faith was shaken.”

Varric: He’s by no means a Theologian, but no one in the Inquisition is better suited to handle misplaced drunken anger. It’s not a situation that can be handled with a story about Hawke or some tale from Kirkwall though, and so the dwarf grabs a pint of his own and sits next with a tired sigh.

“I walked away from the Stone, you know. Bartrand never really did, I don’t think, but it never mattered to me. It was part of Orzammar and the whole backwards way of life they have below the surface. The Maker and the Chantry…they were sort of trappings of surfacers and so I stepped into that at first. And…shit, I don’t know if the Maker is really there or not, but I’ve also never had to stand there and have someone I trusted tell me that he’s a murdering lunatic either.” He downs some of the alcohol and pats them on the shoulder. “I’m not happy about this, Kid. No one is. But you fixed our religious shit when it was broken, so we’ll do what we can to return the favor.”

Solas: While he’s not there in the aftermath, Solas felt their despair in the crossroads. Everything the Dalish had taught them is turning to ash before their eyes, and in truth a part of him weeps for the Da’len. For one so young they showed such wisdom and understanding, and to cause pain in what they had always trusted in brings him no joy. But it was for other young elves that he had made his choices in the first place, and he must follow through for them now. And yet the sight of them in pain and crushed will haunt him for many nights to come.

Vivienne: She is not, but the question does not offend her. The young elf before her has proven to be a true friend more than once, and despite their years she has always trusted them to make the best decisions. More importantly in this particular moment is the fact then when her world was falling apart –when Bastan was dying before her and nothing she was trying was going to work- they h right there for her. Fighting dangerous animals in dragon ridden territory for a mage whose believes are in contradiction to their own. But Madame de Fer has watched them grow from a young elf more frightened by their surroundings than they wanted to admit into a confident Inquisitor learning to navigate power and political turmoil like they were born to it.

But now they need someone who isn’t so deeply involved, and she has been made of iron for far longer than they have. “I am angry, darling. Angry for you, angry for what has happened. I will stand for you in this, even if you don’t want me to right now. None of us are happy for your suffering, my dear, but we will help you to make it right.”

Blackwall: Thom Ranier once stood on the side of a road in Orlais and lost faith in all he believed in, and now –decades later and hopefully wiser- it hurts to watch the same thing happen to a younger and far more innocent person. Their pain resonates with what he had felt when Gaspard betrayed everything he had fought for, when the Gray Wardens had crumbled beneath him. Bht there was no one to catch him then—he is standing both arms ready if they stumble.

“Never happy for that, lad/lass. But here for you, when you are ready to be again.”

Sera: The resulting argument is loud and painful and full of words that neither of them mean, but when the dust has settled and the wounds have healed the fight is the best thing that can happen. They might be far more elfier than she ever wants to be, but Sera has always cared about the little people. And right now, with only one hand and no sobriety and so much pain in them Sera can only see them as someone who needs a Red Jenny at their back.

“Nobs and gods and all doesn’t matter. We’re going to fix it, yeah? We fixed the sky and we can fix this.” And when the inquisitor finally breaks down it’s on her shoulder.

Dorian:  Maker how many times has this been him? Sitting in a tavern and too drunk to think or speak anything but exactly what is burning through him in that moment. And its more than he can bear. Lavellan probably doesn’t know what is going on before he is hugging them tight. He can’t stand to see them hurt, and quite honestly his faith has never been a huge part of his life. But he knows that they are hurting, and for the teen who has been strong enough to stand before Orlesians and Fereldens and Magister Halward fucking Pavus Dorian can find some strength to stand for them.

“Happy? No. But I am here for you, and whatever you need. You are so strong, and I am sure you can do this. I know you can.”

Iron Bull: He’s lucky enough to be spared the pained questions, but that means that all he is left with is grief. And if he has lost the Qun then Bull is right there. He knows exactly how he feels, exactly how it feels to have everything you believe destroyed through what you care about. And he would never trade the Chargers, he’s made that choice and will gladly live with it. But they are so young and so shaken, and all he wants to do is wrap them up like the Tamassran he truly is and take care of them.

“Easy, imekari. We can’t fix this right now, we can’t make this better. But we will.” And his bg hands are gentle as they rest on their shoulder, very subtly pushing the alcohol away.

Cole: “So much hurting and everything is gone, why would he do this why why why.” The pain is so much, and Cole doesn’t know how to stop it. But he sits with them and after awhile that’s enough.

Josephine: She just wants to hold them. Oh how many times has she said, out loud, that she thinks they are the Herald of Andraste or that it would be easier if they were the herald of Andraste? How many times has she not dismissed their beliefs, but simply forgot about them in the face of her other duties. They are younger than Yvette but already so burdened with responsibility and she could have been helping instead of making it worse.

She probably doesn’t say much and might have to leave to hide her ters, but the next morning the Inquisitor wakes up in a darkened room with everything needed for a hang over and a letter in Josephine’s hand outlying the first political steps needed to stop Solas and the promise of her total support.

Leliana: Its a hard question for the most Andrastian spy master who ever walked the earth. If she still truly believes that the Maker spoke to her during the Blight then she is, in a way, even more sympathetic to them. She knows what it is to face your gods and come out changed from it. And they are so young, younger even than the warden was. Her protective instincts are in full force, and it comes out in her answer.

“I am happy you came back. I am happy we have the chance to protect you now, when we couldn’t afford to before. I am so happy that you are safe. The rest can be fixed.”

Cullen: Maker’s breath where does he even start? How many times did he cry out to the Maker, to Andraste, to anyone he thought would hear him in Kinloch. For a long time he thought no one answered, though later he was able to accept that the Warden was very likely an answer to those. But while most Andrastians are raised from birth to believe that the Maker has turned his face from them he knows that the Dalish have different beliefs. And finding out that your gods are actually evil rather than locked away but general caring can’t be easy. Still…

“Happy that you aren’t actually the Herald of Andraste? Actually yes.” At their incredulous look he reddens and rubs his neck awkwardly. “It’s such a burden for one so young, and we know you don’t believe, so this means that you can finally just go back to beig you and have as normal a life as is–”

At that point the inquisitor is probably just holding onto them and blubbering because they haven’t had anyone really encourage them to give up the role, so he just awkwardly pats them on the back and starts to lead them to the door.

–Mod Fereldone

[What If] Jacob Frye Lower Class x Reader

A/N: Another ‘what if’ scenario—what if Jacob Frye was just a normal, everyday man and not an Assassin living in the Victorian Era. I guess one could tie this into his actions older and becoming a Master Templar and how he feels trivial things will get him and his lover what they want. ;)

The machines were loud, but as time went onward, Jacob Frye got used to their sound. The hours themselves were equally long—twelve a day from six in the morning till six at night—but London was cruel, and if he wanted to subject his wife and daughter to the streets or have his beautiful bride embrace the idea of prostitution, he would have to work long hours with only one day of the week off.

Every day, he couldn’t help but worry what may happen; so many of the machines were new and clunky. People found themselves under random metal plates that were falling apart and onto their bodies, either crippling them or worse given the size and weight of them… Steam so hot it could burn your skin if you were too close to certain engine types, it nearly happened to Jacob that day, but he was lucky to hear the warning signs in time as the pipes trembled and threatened to burst when he began to work on releasing the pressure. He grabbed his paperboy hat and blocked what he could when it hissed forth from its tight confines, only feeling his fingers burn a bit from the nasty bite of the hot air.

“Bloody hell!” Jacob grumbled, dropping his beloved hat, warn by time. Snatching it back up quickly, he looked to his fingers, now reddened by the mark of the steam.

“Might want to stick those fingers of yours into the water bucket, lad,” commented an older worker who was leaning on his broom he was using to sweep the floors and keep the workplace as ‘tidy’ as it could be. “Otherwise, they might burn and sting something fierce in the coming days.”

Jacob couldn’t allow that to happen. If his fingers on his dominate hand began to hurt, the work would become difficult, and he could lose his job. Hat back in place, he hurried over towards the nearby water bucket, but scrunched up his nose at the sight of the water.

It was dirty, hadn’t been cleaned in weeks, it seemed, and this was supposed to be the water they used to wash their hands. Ever since the Thames had been busied by boats, the water everywhere had gotten polluted, really. Even clean water from a pump was hard to find.

He relented. Jacob knelt down and put his hurt hand in the lukewarm water, flinching all the same from the attack it had on his injured fingers. “Hurts like hell!” he grumbled, moving his hand back up through the surface of the dirty water to look upon the injury once more in hopes it looked less worrying.

Still red and still a bit difficult to move for a bit.

“Keep moving them,” instructed the fellow worker, taking back to his task as he swept upon the floor. “It’ll hurt less if you at least keep those fingers active.” The man’s eyes shifted beyond Jacob to the woman heading their way. “Incoming trouble, lad,” he whispered between them. “Prepare yourself!”

“OI! You there!” shouted the female in Blighter’s clothing, gesturing angrily at where Jacob was just squatting.

Jacob turned to the angry voice, but not in time as the boot of the female found its mark upon his cheek and caused Jacob to fall from his stance and into the water bucket, which flipped over and soaked the man through from the act. He would have retaliated…fought back if he could…but his job and family life were on the line, so he resisted though clenched his teeth angrily at the outcome of this humiliation.

“Sitting there like a useless lump!” she scolded, hands on her hips at the sight. “The boss done told you to get to work on fixing the pressure in this engine! What are you doing!”

Her shouted words were unwelcomed, making Jacob grumble and roll his eyes out of sight of her. Fixing the bucket back into place and making sure his shilling necklace was still there and his hat was alright, he turned to the woman and raised a brow to her. “Doing as I was told, ma’am,” he said without fault, trying to bite back the sarcasm and annoyance in his tone as he spoke. “Machine hissed out some steam, and I was fixing my hand—.”

Before she could retaliate at what a bumbling idiot he was being, the whistle blew upon the chime of the clock to signal it was time to go home.

Jacob never felt such relief. The Blighters were relentless, and he wished, more than ever, that someone would stand up to them and take them down. For now, he couldn’t care to think on it. He could get a few hours with his family and a few moments of peace before work again.

Tearing off a bit of his off-white, untucked shirt, Jacob wrapped his hand for the time being after dipping the fabric in water he was able to retrieve from another mudded bucket in the factory before his leave.

It still burned like hell; however, his stomach was telling him that shouldn’t be his focus, and so his weary feet merely made him head back to his home back within Whitechapel in hopes there was enough food for dinner, as he hadn’t been paid enough coin to really buy even so much as a piece of bread.

Jacob smiled a weary smile at seeing the light of the candle in the front window, enticing him onward. His wife always lit it when he was at work in hopes to guide him back to her embrace long before their child was born. It was like a beacon of hope in some ways to her and a glowing comfort to him. Taking to the old wooden stairs that moaned under his weight, Jacob opened the door and let himself inside.

The home was quiet for now, but he could hear his wife in the kitchen cooking something, to which he felt relief of sorts as he wanted them to at least have something to fill their empty stomachs with. Breathing a sigh of content at being home again, Jacob removed his hat and tussled with his hair before plopping down exhaustedly on the old sofa they had.

As aged as the cushions were, Jacob felt comfortable and relaxed. If he could just close his eyes for a minute…

“Daddy!” cried out his little girl who was five-years-old. Her hair was kept back by a single headband, but her clothing…was the patched up shorts and overalls look for some reason—making Jacob wonder why she wasn’t in her dress like usual.

His weary, hazel eyes opening wider at that title, Jacob pressed a smile on his lips regardless of how tired he was. “Hey there, princess,” he chuckled, turning to grab onto her and hug her to his chest. Jacob was exhausted, yes, but the sight of his daughter made him forget the fact for the time being. Kissing her cheek, her giggling at the teasing of his beard against her skin, he held her close as she was one of the reasons he worked as hard as he did.

“I caught a frog today!” she expressed cheerfully at the innocent action.

Jacob’s chest shook with a stifled laugh. “Digging around in the mud again, are you? I am sure your mum appreciated that,” he commented lightheartedly, moving his palm to his eyes to try and rid them of the weary look and feel.

“She made me put him back,” the little girl pouted. “And she made me change my clothes again…”

“That explains what happened with the dress,” he comment, his eyebrows raising to add wrinkles to his forehead at the pieces fitting together now. “You’re not supposed to get all mudded up in nice clothes, love.”

“Jacob,” praised his wife as she came in from the kitchen, wiping her hands upon her apron before venturing over to kiss him on the other cheek and welcome him home. “It is good to see you!”

His wife was the other reason he continued to work so hard, making him move his arm about her to hug her tightly from where he was sitting as his legs just wanted to rest. “It is good to be home,” he admitted in a near whisper.

Noticing the bandaged hand, she motioned to their daughter. “Sweetheart, why don’t you go on and sit down for me in the dining room? Dinner will be ready in a minute.” With their daughter departing from the room, she tenderly touched his hand with a sigh to follow as she noticed he had torn at his shirt to make do for gauze. “Jacob…”

Her sigh was of disappointment, and Jacob noted it. Regardless of the fingers still being in pain, he moved them to hold her hand with a smile evident upon his features. “I am fine, love. Do not go fretting over me.”

“And you tore your shirt up…”

“It is nothing,” Jacob insisted, urging her closer to him as she had taken the seat beside him in time. His lips rested upon her forehead to try and still her worries. In that moment, he tried to redirect the conversation. “Dinner smells lovely.”

She flinched, toying with her apron a bit. “There’s not nearly enough,” she admitted between them, not wanting to alert their daughter to how hard times were. Seeing Jacob so tired and knowing he was hungry, she quickly leapt at the chance to get him some food. “I won’t eat tonight, Jacob,” she insisted.

“(Y/N),” he grumbled at the thought, not wanting her to starve.

“You’ve not eaten well in three days, Jacob!” she whispered in a scolding tone. “I’m worried about you!”

Jacob raised his hands to her concerns to silence them. “(Y/N), I am fine,” he murmured, though really, he was quite hungry. When it came to their lack of food, he always let his wife and daughter eat. He never wanted to take anything from them being the man of the house. He himself went to either stealing something from the streets or eating leftovers of things he found that butchers and bakers threw out.

It was the way he had to live, and if it meant he kept a house and his wife and daughter, then he would do it every day.

“I can give you some of my food,” she continued, knowing Jacob would probably not hear of it.

“I’ll be fine, love,” Jacob stressed upon every word. Kissing her once more, he motioned towards the dining room. “Come on. Let’s get dinner together, so you both get something in you. I’ll worry about myself tomorrow.”

After the small bit of bread, meat, and cheese was served between them, Jacob tucked in his daughter after kissing her goodnight with his wife and then headed to their own bedroom. He hardly had the energy to remove his clothes. Jacob pushed his boots off, at least, but then rested face first on the covers with his eyes already closed to try and find comfort in being able to unwind at near eight at night.

His wife’s hands upon his back, he hummed in content at feeling her touch upon his fatigued muscles. “I love you,” she whispered close to his ear, resting her cheek upon his messy and oily hair. “I love you and appreciate everything you do for us.”

Jacob’s eyes remained closed, but a smile spread across his lips at her words. “And that is what keeps me going, (Y/N), for I love you both dearly, and I would do anything for you…”

call out post for pretty boys.

why do boys have the chance to be so pretty??? like i am just trying to live, then you all gotta walk around in big hoodies with fluffy hair and a lil bit of stubble??? or you gotta have cute lil lazy smiles and nice hands and smell so nice??? or big tired eyes that light up when you’re happy and nice soft arms and snuggly tummies???

like boys can be so pretty and i feel personally attacked.

Next is Derek. But enjoy these cute spencer headcanons.
He’s so cute like FUCK I can’t describe it. Has always been my criminal minds crush for years.

Anyways enjoy this smol bean.
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Spencer Reid headcanons:

-Biggest heart ever.

-No joke, this man has a heart of gold, willing to do anything for you.

-Like that one time when you were on your period and running low on tampons at almost 1 am. Even though he was tired he stopped to pick up some on his way home, including some chocolate.

-Loves to treat you so much that it’s starting to get out of hand.

-It’s gotten to the point to where every time he’s at the store, he always has to bring something home for you.

-Sometimes you have to chide him for doing so.

-“Spence you really don’t have to do this every time you go to the store.”
-“But I saw this stuffed cat and it reminded me of you,so I thought you’d like it”

-Whenever he has to go on missions, it’s super tough for him because it’s always risky. So he always makes sure you know he loves you.

-Always calls you before the jet takes off, after it lands, when he’s about to go on the search and after its all over and done with.

-Never likes leaving you home alone. He knows what’s out there lurking, and knowing you’re home clueless kills him.

-Even if he wants to, he can’t share any information with you because it’s classified, even if it means you’re the similar to what the killer is after.

-He’d take a bullet for you, even if it means he’s in danger, you’re his number one priority.

-Taught you everything you need to know if times get rough, what to do in situations, how to defend yourself, and how to talk to them. He’s even paid for you to take self defense classes.

-Low key installed several security cameras around the house to make sure you’re safe when he’s away.

-Feels self conscious when talking because he seems to ramble so much.

-Even though you’ve told him several times that it’s fine, he still tries to keep it to himself.

-Loves when there’s down time and he gets to spend it with you.

-Has a thing where, when he reads, he likes to read to you and get into in depth conversations about the few chapters you’ve read.

-Speaking of which, you guys usually have In depth conversations daily about random stuff, mostly historical and scientific.

-Doesn’t really have a set nickname for you because they make him feel awkward. He tried to once but he kept stumbling over it and gave up.

-He’s such a smol bean. He blushes easily.

-Don’t hurt him, he trusts you so much and cares for you so much that if you ever lie to him (which I doubt you’d even be able to get away with it in the fist place)

-He’d feel so conflicted. Like he never has ever lied to you, so what made you do that to him.

-Plays the innocent card, is really innocent.

-I’m serious, he’s blushes every time you even hug him. Kissing makes his face feel like it’s going to melt off.

-Not too into PDA. Doesn’t really like to hold hands either.

-Penelope has always shipped you two, and seeing that it’s finally happened makes her so giddy that every time she sees you, she asks how it’s going so far.

-Simple dates usually happen. Like a walk through a park, late movie nights or sitting in a local coffee shop.

-You pretty much do things with each other all the time, but you both have certain boundaries.

-Almost no fights. You’re both level headed and usually talk it over.

-He’s never once raised his voice to you, and NEVER once laid a hand on you unless it was something simple (like hugging, cuddling ect ect)

-He thinks it’s extremely low for any man to lay their hands on a woman, it hurts his head whenever he tries to compensate why anyone would do such a thing.

**10/10 wished I had a relationship as good as this.

Entry #68: PSA: When Asians/Asian Americans talk about racist/prejudice experiences, that does NOT give anyone the right to smear our experiences

04/11/17

Dear Diary,

I am really tired when some (for the “not all” people *rolls eyes*) white people and even some fellow People of Color try to smear the experiences we Asians/Asian Americans talk about. For example:

Asians/Asian Americans: Fuck this racist/prejudice incident against Asians/Asian Americans!

White people: But Asians are smarter and richer than white people though!

Fellow People of Color: But Asians are so racist and want to be white though!

Every fucking time Asians/Asian Americans try to speak out, this is some of the shit that I see. So let me address some of them then:

  • YES, there are some of us who will be financially better off than white people.
  • YES, there are some of us who will get better grades or have higher academic achievements than white people.
  • YES, there are some of us (most to be honest) who are anti-black and/or prejudice against fellow People of Color.
  • YES, there are some of us (unfortunately) who want to be white, wish to be white, or worship white people.

So with that said, don’t you think we fucking know this already? Don’t you think there are some of us who are trying to speak out against some of this shit? Don’t you think there are some of us who are trying to ally with fellow People of Color? Don’t you think there are some of us who are trying to educate each other, and even educate white people too? Don’t you think there is intra-community fighting among Asians/Asian Americans over all these issues? Because there is. A lot.

And of course Asians/Asian Americans have a very long way to go when it comes to social justice. We have much to read, much to learn, and much to do. We have much to unpack, much to unlearn, and much to undo.

But at the same time, when we talk about our experiences, that does NOT give anyone the right to downplay or smear them. We are NOT asking to be babied, we are asking to not be silenced because Asians/Asian Americans are valid. We are meaningful. And we will be part of history years from now, long after our time is up.

Note: Self call-out post. I do not and cannot speak for all Asians/Asian Americans.

Love, Angry Asian Guy

anonymous asked:

I work at a bra store and nearly every single husband that walks in with their wife will go up to us and ask if we carry anything in their size while rubbing their nipples. And every single one of them think they're the first ones to come up with the joke. At this point it's so old and I'm so tired of fake laughing so now I just go "no not really"

*face palm* Boy am I glad I married an introvert with a brain. This is exactly the kind of thing my ex would do, though. Those poor women. -Abby

The Perfect Shot

Part Six

Originally posted by evenstoast

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Warnings: angst, violence, swearing, blood

Summary: remember when I said it gets worse? That still applies.

Part One

I stare through the calculus homework on my desk, like I’ve been doing for two hours now. Betty has called four times, leaving two messages that I don’t have the strength to listen to, and thirteen texts that start out polite and become progressively distraught. I had to turn my phone off to stop myself from calling her.

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Bambam Smut - Soaked Wet

Genre: Smut

Pairings: Bambam x You

Words: 2274

Warnings: Dirty Talking, Cum Play, Fingering

Summary: Your argue with Bambam turns into something more interesting.


Author’s Note: This wasn’t a request or anything, I just have a lack of posts about GOT7 and decided to write a smut since I had some time.

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You just finished your work on your laptop, after spending almost 5 hours straight in front of the screen. You were tired and sick of so many effort put in just a school work, and you were internally screamming at how hard life was. But on the outside you seemed just normal. At least that was what your boyfriend thought as he was laied on the sofa next to you, cuddling with his long legs tangled on your short ones, as you finally finished your boring duty. You were both really silent, and the only audible sound in the room was your typing on the keybord and the movie playing that was playing on the television, which Bambam was paying close atention to.

You sighed as you closed your laptop, Bambam looked instantly up to you.

-Are you done? - He asks interlocking his fingers with yours as he reached for your hand, laying his arm over your waist.

- Thank God, yes I am. - You got up, leaving the heat of his embrance, making him look at you in disaproval.

- Where are you going? - He asked, following you with his eyes as you walked to the kitchen.

- I am going to get us something to eat, aren’t you hungry? - You asked from the kitchen.

He hummed in response. You took some food out of the fridge as you started to walk in circles on the kitchen, prepairing the meal for both of you. Then you notice your boyfriend didn’t took out the trash as you kindly asked him to. You left the dish you were holding on the sink to rub your eyes with both hands. You were too stressed and exausted, and there was still some trash to take out.

- Bambam, didn’t I ask you to go take out the trash? I know it’s your day off but I have been working like crazy too and you haven’t been helping to keep the house! I clean, I cook and once I ask you to do just one simple job, you ignore me and left it undone. - You went to your room to get some shoes and to put on a bigger sweater. It was a really cold night outside. 

You came back to the kitchen and grabbed the bag to go dump it in the nearest trash can. You noticed as you left your house that it was starting to rain, and it seemed like it was getting worse at every step you took. When you were trying to fit the key in the whole to get in again, after dumping the bag, you were already dripping wet and freezing. Your hands were so cold that you could not even complete the simple task of opening the door.

After a little bit of struggling, the door opens, not because you managed to fit the key, but because your boyfriend noticed your struggle from inside and came to help you.

Bambam looked at you with big eyes, as he was not expecting to see you wet and freesing like that. The movie caught his attention while you were out and he didn’t even noticed it was rainning outside, so he felt really bad seeing you like that.

You pushed him away and entered, going straight to your room, still mad at Bambam for not helping you with the house and complainning that it was the worst day of your life.

- Jagi, wait! I am sorry, I didn’t knew it was rainning, are you ok? - He went after you and knocked softly on the door, feeling guilty for what just happened to you.

- No. - You respond from inside, taking the soaked sweater from you and tying your messy and wet hair into a bun.

Bambam opened the door and stepped in, swallowing the apologetic words he was about to say as he noticed you were just in your underwear.

He bit his lip and gave you a smirk as he followed every curve of your body with his hugry eyes.

- I am going to take a shower. - You left him in the room, watching you walk from behind as you made your way to the bathroom, not having any of his shit.

- I don’t think so. - He grabbed your wrist as you were about to close the bathroom’s door and pulled you to him, placing his warm hands on your wet waist as he looked at you with intensely eyes. - Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?

- Not now. I am tired, I am stressed and it’s cold as fuck. - You tried to pull him away, but it turned out a failed attempt since he gripped your hips even more strongly.

He then leaned, without a warning, for a kiss, a slow but really hot kiss. Even though he was fully dressed, you could feel the heat comming from his body, pressed to your almost naked one.

- You are just giving me more reasons, let me help you relax and warm you. - Your boyfriend twisted you around and started to kiss your neck as he slowly massaged your boobs with his needy and desperate hands.

You knew when he was acting like this, horny like this, you couldn’t do anything about it, just enjoy. Bambam started to run one of his hand down your body, as the other kept giving love to one of your boobs and his mouth whispering dirty things in your ear, causing your breath to lose control. 

-Spread your legs, baby. - He wispered leaving wet kisses in your neck making you start moaning softly as he got his hand closer to your womanhood.

As you didn’t obey, Bambam left your boob and placed it between your thighs, spreading them gently to givve him more room to work with. He sneaked his hand inside of your panties and started to caress your folds causing your moans to be more frequent as you arched your back to his touch, accidentaly touching his crotch with your but. He left a little grunt as he entered two fingers in you, punishing you for what you did.

- Don’t try to tease me, Jagi. You know I’ll win. - He smirked as he bit your earlobe, making you shiver.

-No, not now… - You whined as he started to finger fuck you slow and good, begging for him to stop but holding his arm to keep doing it.

Your moans increased volume as he sped up the rythim, and he giggled secrely at how loud you were getting by him just using his fingers.

-Your moans are so sexy. - He bit his lip as he pulled you closer to him with one hand in your waist, to calm his thirst for you. - I want to see you when you are doing those beautiful sounds. - Bambam twisted you around again and gave you a more rough kiss as he was still shoving his fingers inside of you.

He then stopped, making you cry a little at the sudden stop, leaving you hot and bothered and looking at him in the eyes to understand what was going on.

He smirked at you and slapped your ass winking at you. Then he started walking to your bedroom, never leaving his eyes off of you.

-We are not going to do it in the hallway, are we? -Bambam laied in bed, looking at you with lust on his eyes as you made your way to him, hovering over him and straddling him as you enjoyed one of the best kisses you have ever shared.

He grabbed your but with both hands and you started to grind on his lap to tease him, but your little action ended up getting you two even more turned on.

He raised one hand to your nape feeling your wet hair from the rain.

-You are soaked wet. - He laughed between kisses.

-It’s because you made me go outside when it was rainning. - You complained stopping the kiss.

- No, it’s because your body wants mine. - He changed his voice into a super husky one, sending stimulations through your nerves as you kissed him again, in hurry this time, managing to rip Bambam’s shirt out of him.

He flipped you both, so you were now under him as he took off his shoes and pants fast as he could, so he could go back to kissing you. Bambam positioned himself between your legs, making you moan when you felt his member, still covered by his boxers, pocking at your enterance as he leaned to kiss you.

He started to kiss the parts of your boobs that your bra didn’t cover, and then unhook it with you help, to start massaging them one more time and kissing them softly. 

He couldn’t take anymore foreplay so he slid down to your body, leaving kisses on your stomach and then in your thighs, finally taking off your panties.

-Do you miss my fingers? - He winked as he looked at you from between your legs. - I can make you forget about them with something better.

He took off his underpants and started to rub his dick in your pussy, who was already really lubricated from your wetness, helping to him slide it really easily.

-If you keep on being like this I will lose control… - He sighed closing his eyes and laying his head back.

You moaned his name when you felt him entering you, not too fast but not too slow either, amazing as your boyfriend always made sure to do it.

You supported your legs around his waist, putting some preassure on his back to make him go deeper on you, and making it more pleasurable for both of you.

-You…are perfect… - He struggled to say by the amount of pleasure he was feeling and the sounds that you were making that were sending him over the edge.

He then took your legs off his back and spread them open entering you again, faster this time. And it felt three times better, somehow, at every hump he always make it feel even better then the last one. You were now both sweaty and you were screaming his name like crazy next to his ear as he left more hickeys and love bites on your neck.

-Baby… if you keep moaning that loud the neighbours will complain… - He wispered, never stopping his rhythm.

-Fuck the neighbours. - You respond as you pulled him away and made him lay on his back, getting on top of him.

He looked at you in the eyes, surprised by your sudden wish in dominating him, since he was always on top. He smiled, and looked up and down at his perfect sight right in front of him. You grabbed his dick making him let out a whimper, and positioned the top of it in your entrance has you slid down, taking him all really slowly.

-Y/N… you are making me go insane. - He started to hump you faster, since your teasing rhythm was too much for him.

You wanted to keep your dominance so you put both hands on his stomach, getting support from there and making him stay still, unable to move as you rode him and swing your hips around his pulsating member. By this time the neighbours had enough reasons to complain about.

-I am…I am… - You tried to explain it to your boyfriend but the pleasure was so intense that you couldn’t say more then two words without starting to moan again.

You sped up, jumping more roughly on him as you felt yourself closer, the moans turned into screams of his name, you noticed he wasn’t too far away as well, since he was now a moaning mess like you.

- Baby… - You came all around him as you went to heaven and got back into your room in a matter of seconds

You couldn’t do anything but smile at how good your day ended, and how good Bambam made you feel. But he wasn’t finished so you got off of him and positioned yourself between his legs as you slid your hands up and down his cock, licking and sucking his tip.

- Y/N … stop…I will… - He tried to push your head away as he felt himself close, but you kept going, you were still hungry as you didn’t finished cooking, so you decided to wait for your boyfriend’s meal.

Bambam groaned and laid his back down, his chest coming up and down in exhaustion as you took all of his cum in your mouth.

- You know you are the best, right? - He pulled you up, next to him, and covered you both with the warm blanket as he brought you closer to him, to feel your skin touching his, smiling as he played with your hair.

-Yes I know. I just caught a cold because you forgot to take out the trash and I will most likely struggle tomorrow hidding all of the marks you just left on me. I am really the best. - He laughed at your sudden sarcasm and gave you a soft peck.

- I love you so much Y/N… I am sorry if I am not always the perfect boyfriend, I know I don’t deserve you but I promise tomorrow I will go shopping for the house. - He made a cute pinky promise.

- You are the perfect boyfriend. Sometimes I am just too demanding…- You caressed his cheek.

- No you are not. You are the best girlfirend anyone could ask for. - He kissed your forhead and grabbed you thightly. - I wish we could stay like this forever.

You both just fell asleep right there not that long after, and woke up the same way, in the arms of each other.

~~~

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You Never Walk Alone

Group/Member: BTS/Hoseok

Words: 479

Genre: angst

Summary: y/n has been in an accident

Request: @heart-baek-bleed

Inspiration: A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone

A/N: Even though I hate angst, because I hate the feelings, I actually enjoyed writing this, mainly because I love the song. I also really like the whole writing things based off of songs, so if anyone else has any requests like that, they are welcome! Now, enjoy this as I wipe away the excess tears from when I was writing. Hope you enjoy! ~Admin Unnie

Originally posted by hobiga

“Yeah, we may be covered in scars, but we can smile if we’re together
Sometimes we may get tired or sick, that’s okay, I am by your side
If you and I could be together, I can smile
It hurts so much, but if you and I can be together, I can laugh
I can feel the warmth in your hand that I’m holding
Feel me, you are not alone either”


Hoseok had not moved from his spot in almost 24 hours. Not to stretch his legs, not to get food, it even took a lot of convincing just to get him to go to the bathroom. He didn’t want to miss a single thing, even if that meant starving himself and depriving himself of sleep. Anyone who looked at him would pity him, seeing the bags under his eyes, his unkempt hair, his wrinkled clothing. He hadn’t even bothered to change out of his practice clothes when he got the call.

“Is this Jung Hoseok?”

“Yes”

“You were listed as her emergency contact. I’m sorry, but y/n has been in an accident.”

The only other dialogue he caught after that was “coma” and “drunk driver” before he dropped his phone and ran out of the dance studio, not even acknowledging the calls of his bandmates.

“Hoseok, you should go and get some rest, or at least something to eat.” He looked up at the oldest member.

“I can’t Jin, I promised her I would always be there for her.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I’ve already broken that promise.” Regret and guilt filled his heart as he remembered telling her he couldn’t pick her up due to practice, causing her to have to walk home, then not answering his phone the first time the hospital called.

Jin walked over to him and placed his hand on his shoulder in a comforting gesture. “It wasn’t your fault, Hobi. Please understand that.”

Tears welled in Hoseok’s eyes as the same thought kept replaying in his mind. I should have been there.

Jin sighed. “At least let me bring you some food. It won’t help any for you to starve yourself.” He said as he walked towards the door, pausing at the doorway for Hoseok’s answer. Hoseok looked up at his hyung and nodded. “I’ll be back soon with some fried chicken and the other members.” Hoseok nodded again before looking at the girl lying on the bed, grabbing her hand and intertwining their fingers. “Please try to get some rest before I come back, you’ll make yourself sick.”

“I can’t. No matter how tired I am, I can’t leave her side again.” Jin sighed again before turning around and leaving. As soon as he was gone, Hoseok leaned his head on the edge of the bed, at the girl’s side, and finally let out all the tears he had been holding back, from not wanting to cry in front of the doctors, nurses or anyone.

He ended up crying himself to sleep. He woke up to the feeling of someone stroking the back of his hand. He lifted his head up and instead of seeing a lifeless face, he looked into two orbs that now held his favorite color in the world and heard a hoarse voice whisper his name.

Fatigue

Genre: fluff, smut/mature

Character: Min Yoongi x reader (oc)

Prompt: “Let me spoil you tonight, Princess.”

Summary: He has a special way to help you wipe away your fatigue after a long day. And tonight, it is all about you.

a/n: I have so much writings piling up in my draft and this one was actually one of the oldest (lmaooo I am so lame), I wrote this in the middle of my packed deadlines but then I have been too busy and tired to re-read and edit this. Plus I ended up posting Heat which had almost the same topic *shrugs* Sorry if this is lame, it’s just a simple fantasy when I just wanted to be spoiled by my dear beloved Min Yoongi. Enjoy! 

Originally posted by vmiin


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comfortable pt 2

pairing: jason todd x reader

warnings: cursing, sexual innuendoes, violence mentions, blood, injury

prompt: jason and y/n are friends and this is a casual night/morning together, hintage of feelings for each other but no one says anything bc they are both so 
//comfortable// with each other rn😤

I won’t forget this day. I don’t ever want to forget a second.

Jason and I have been getting close, really close, like I didn’t know a fact about his past or family but I could almost piece it together or choose his life story from a lineup.

I figured he was someone’s body guard or maybe a professional fighter or something with all the bruises and scars he has. I learned to keep more medical supplies in my apartment for him. He always would half ass his wound treatments and maybe tie a cloth around it. Sometimes he was so lazy with himself I swear. One day, maybe a year after our first meeting, he comes knocking down my door. It’s the end of summer and around 11:00. Pretty early for our usual friend dates. He’s banging pretty hard but I’m taking a bath right now so I leisurely call him on my cell phone.

“Y/n OPEN THE DOOR PLEASE”
*Jason’s phone buzzes, and he picks it up*

“UM EXCUSE YOU, I know you are home, why are you *groans loudly* not opening the door??”

“Good evening Jason, you rudely interrupted my bath and therefore you can wait a second for me.”

I tease him while putting on a towel. He can wait on the couch if he really wants to come in.

“God, y/n, it’s an emergency!”

“Oh, an emergency to see me while I’m on the midst of a bath–”

I’m almost at the door and I see it being rattled. He is not doing what I think he is doing. God I really hope not. I know how to pick locks as well but I only use it for emergencies and this fool better have a good excuse before he comes barging in.

“JASON. I– ohmygod.”

I stare at his bloodied body. He looks a little off though, but I don’t have time to think about that.

“Y/n, I can explain later but I need your help right now.”

He says while I drag him to my bathroom and rip off his clothing and place him in my bathtub. I don’t ask any questions because one of the most important things you learn as a lawyer. The more you know, the less options you have for your client.

It’s silent and slightly awkward considering his bulky body bis almost naked in my bathtub. It wreaks of lavender and blood and raw meat and ugh. He tries to talk but I hush him up really quick. It sounds like an apology but I can’t risk it. Or himself. He also shouldn’t be risking himself by telling me. I ask him to stand up and he obliges. First thing I notice is that his underwear is black. No, I notice that he has a big gash on his abdomen. Bandages and gauze can help but I can’t stitch him. I barely know anything, only what little my friends and mother have taught me about first aid. I let my tub empty and pour alcohol all over him, his shoulders and his torso. After he is all patched up I grab him my snuggle to cover himself and make some coffee. He’s got a lot of explaining to do. I decided that I could help him out with whatever. I mean, he is almost like my only family here so, idk I just know that family takes care of family. This is my best friend and I'all help him out just like him with me.

I put on the first pair of leggings and sweater I saw, literally just patched him up with a towel robe on. I call him out here to sit and talk with me.

“Jason, come meet me in the kitchen please.”

The coffee is done and I sit myself on the counter. His cup is right beside me and I see him walking towards me and even though this situation is absolutely serious, he looks ridiculous in my snuggie and I can’t stop but laugh.

“God, Jason you look so attractive like this, a real lady killer.”

“Okay, okay cupcake don’t tease me now.”

“Jason Peter Todd. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to but I need some answers.”

“Shoot em.”

“Why did you come to me, instead of a hospital? Why did you come to me instead of a families house or another friend?”

He pauses for a while but then whispers

“ I, uh, okay, so… Alright, so I didn’t go to the hospital because I would have had to provide a reason to this mess and I can’t do that, I also know for a fact my family is really busy right now and can’t drop what they are doing to help me, also now isn’t a good time to drop in on my family, and uh I came to you because I knew you would help.”

“Well, you aren’t done yet, you still need some stitches or something and I can’t give them to you I don’t know how. I also don’t know how you are walking with such ease.”

“Baby girl, no worries I’m a lot tougher than you think, and I don’t really need much more help. I’ll just chill out here until I get better.”

“ *sigh* You are so stubborn and needy I swear. How did you even get so hurt?”

“I’d rather not share (nickname), but it wasn’t anything out of the usual, and yada yada I’ll be more careful. I am so tired so would you please be a good little girl and let me sleep now?”

He ruffles my hair and walks out of the kitchen and towards my room.

“Jay! where is my thank you, and you’re dead if you actually think I’m going to let you sleep on my sheets all bloodied like that.”

“Oh so you would let me sleep on your bed if I wasn’t bloody? I should come over more often.”

He turns around and plops on my body bean bag and looks at me with puppy eyes.

“Y/n, hunny, would you please tuck me in? I’m sowwy for being so needy.”

“ugh”

I fetch him a duvet and lay it over his body. I tuck in his neck and he pulls my arm in and whispers in my ear.

“Thanks for everything y/n. It means so much to me and I’ll definitely repay you.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s what we do for each other. Now get some sleep before I kick you out for being so exhausting.”

I kiss his forehead and settle myself on the couch, right by him. As he falls asleep I make my move.

I grab his cellphone from the pile of his clothes in my bathroom. I take a closer look and see that his clothes are bloodied, his skin has been cut, but the clothes he wore were clean (besides the blood) and untorn. Which means that he was wearing something else during the time of the incident and he didn’t want me to see what he was wearing when he got attacked. His cellphone is locked but it doesn’t take me long to open it. It’s my birthday and a couple letters mixed in. We changed our passwords together a while back. I look through his contact list for someone to call. He needs more medical help and the situation is too delicate to call a hospital. Perhaps a friend with a similar lifestyle could help.

Ugh, his contacts are a lot of “blonde girl from the bar,” or “baddie from the coffee shop.” Whenever he tells stories he usually doesn’t mention that he keeps their number😒. I see at the end of his contacts there are certain contacts that are different though.

00oldman
01roy
02dickhead
03demonspawn
04newbird
05pennyworth

These are his speed dials? I guess I’ll call dickhead because I don’t want to risk calling a girl, “old man” might be his dad and I would not want my father to get a call like this from a friend, “roy” is a very generic contact name, so dickhead seems alright.

Calling at 1:30 isn’t ever ideal but if my friend called me at 1:30 I would definitely pick up.

First ring.
It’s a pretty gruff voice.

“Hey what do you want? You know I am still on patrol, can this wait?”

“uh, this is a friend of Jason’s. I need a little help with him and I didn’t know who to call. Is this, um, dickhead?”

“Oh, shoot. Um sorry, I’ll come right over. Text me the address.”

He hangs up very abruptly.

I wait for “dickhead” to come over and admire Jason while he sleeps. My duvet is starting to get blood seeping through it but I don’t mind. Jason has the most lovely skin, sharp contours on his face, and the darkest hair. He has the smallest freckles on his face and the cutest scrunch on his face. “Dickhead” better get here fast, he might bleed out, and I won’t let that happen. I’d rather call the hospital and have Jay be mad at me than dead.

My door knob shakes again and a tall, dark haired, bulky, similar looking to Jason, kinda guy opens my door. He’s wearing a jacket hoodie and jeans, but the weirdest shoes. He walks over to me and frowns.

“What has Jaybird done now?”

“I tried my best to wrap him up but I can’t give him stitches or anything. He might bleed out and I’m scared.”

“I have to go. I’ll bring him home and have someone really patch him up.”

He scoops Jason into his arms with struggle and brings along my duvet. My bean bag has blood all over it but–

“Thanks for watching out from here, I'all take over for now, but my name is Dick and I hope you have a good night.”

“You aren’t just going to take him from me, I am coming with you.”

“Uh. No you aren’t. I don’t know you and I can’t fit you in my, uh, car.”

“Yea well, I know Jason and I am going to make sure he ends up okay. Don’t fight me on this. You didn’t even bring a car, so how will you take him home? I can see your motorcycle parked where it shouldn’t be, you can’t take him on that. I am driving lets go.”

Dick grumbles and thinks about how he forgot about that detail.

“Fine, can I drive though?”

“If you crash my audi, you’re going to pay for it.”

Dick scoffs and grabs the keys from the hook by the door.

“Let’s go.”

I sit in the back with Jason’s head on my lap. Dick drives my car smoothly and rapidly. I play with Jason’s hair, he must be so tired, he usually is a very light sleeper. Or maybe he is bleeding out but you know.

“So, who are you?”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is f/n l/n, I am just a friend of Jason. I don’t really know what happened, he just kinda opened my door and needed my help so…”

“I see, well I am Dick, I am his *pause* brother and I was really shocked when you called. He never really calls, just texts.”

I explain why I chose to call him and we continue our small talk until we reach a mansion. A manor? Oh. I recognize where we are immediately. I won a humanitarian award here once. The stunning Wayne manor.

“Richard Grayson.”

“Uh, yea.”

He lifts Jason out of the car and I quickly follow.

“I don’t recall Jason saying that he was the missing Wayne child.”

Dick is silent.

I piece things together in my mind very quickly.

We enter the manor and it’s almost 2. Dick yells for Pennyworth and carries Jason into a room in the first floor. It’s a makeshift hospital room and I piece it all together.

“I’d prefer you leave the room until Alfred is done with Jason, so make yourself comfortable over in the living room. I have to go, but I trust you will be a good guest. I’ll be back in a little while. Oh and there may be other people walking through the house. You don’t have to say anything to them, but let them know you are here for Jason. See you soon.”

And he left, just like that.

“Alrighty then.” I whisper to no one in particular.


I’ve concluded that Jason and His brother are superheroes. It isn’t a secret that Bruce Wayne could be Batman and Batman consistently was involved with out super heroes and metahumans. It isn’t so hard to believe that Jason was a super hero. Just didn’t seem like his personality. Dick’s strange shoes were apart of his uniform, he didn’t have time to change them. I don’t know what I’ll do now that I know.

“Hello, are you deaf!?”

I turn around to see this kid yelling at me.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you I was just distracted. I am here for Jason.”

“I wasn’t expecting guests tonight. Especially ones that are affiliated with Jason. I don’t even expect Jason to come here.”

He stares at you for a while.

“Hey I know you. I’ve seen you here before. You were at a gala for my father.”

“Oh, that. Yes, I won an award for being a humanitarian but I usually don’t come to galas. Not my kinda thing. My name is f/n l/n. I suppose you are…”

“Damian Wayne. That’s not the only time I’ve seen you around though…”

“I have previously worked for your father. I was a lawyer for one of his projects a while back?”

“That’s probably it.”

There’s a long awkward silence but I enjoy it. A calm to the storm I was just in. Damian sits on the couch across from me reading a book without a title. I stare outside the ginormous window. It’s beautiful, the night. Only when it’s calm though, something I don’t get to experience in the city often.

“Ms. l/n, Jason is ready to see you. A warning though, he is quite upset with you. I shall be bringing some refreshments to the both of you soon.”
Alfred says to me as he rushes away to get the refreshments.

I nod my head at Damian and take a deep breath before heading towards Jason.

I open the door slowly,

“Jay, are you feeling alri–”

“I don’t understand why I am here. You had no right to bring me here. I said I was fine at your place so explain what you did. Now.”

He cuts me off so briskly and is speaking to me in such a harsh voice that I am frightened to speak. I have never had him speak to me like this.

I also will not accept him talking to me like this considering all the shit I just did for him.

“OKAY. First of all big boy, you forgot to say thank you. You were going to bleed out and I didn’t call the fucking hospital. I also didn’t want you to die so I got help. I called Dick from your speed dial list and asked him for help. Also don’t come at me with the "I don’t understand,” or “you had no right,” bullshit because I still don’t understand you and your past or why this all happened. I also had to just figure out all this shit, Jason, or should I say Nightwing? You didn’t have the right to barge into my house and ask for help without any information.“

He is about to say something, but quickly shuts his mouth and looks at me very grumpily. Which, under a different circumstance I totally would have fell weak for.

Alfred comes in the door with some crackers, cheese, and strong coffee.

"Mr, Ms, please enjoy.”

Alfred leaves the room swiftly.

“Okay f/n, I–”

“No. I am leaving. You can talk to me later when you realized that someone who cares a lot about you, just took care of you and you didn’t die. You know where to find me.”

I quickly leave the manor and head home to get back the couple hours of sleep before work tomorrow.

Jason’s POV.

Ugh, why did I blow up on her like that? God I’m such an idiot.

Damian walks into my room.

“Hey loser, your girlfriend just left and she was really upset. Also you will be in a lot of trouble because that’s f/n l/n, and she’s in touch with Father and she probably figured out our secret. You better fix this shit.”
And with that said, he leaves Jason.

Wow really Jason, I didn’t know I fucked up. I really did need you to remind me.

At least she doesn’t know everything right? She called me Nightwing, so she hadn’t really thought about this.

All because I got stabbed a couple of times. I’ll deal with this tomorrow.

Okay, I ought to work on this more but I am Tired™ so I’m gonna go shower and hit the hay because there’s work tomorrow.

(AU where no one tries to kill anyone else and they flirt to give other people aneurysms y/n?)