i cant even begin to say how much these two have made me smile over the years

Boss’ Daughter - Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by tonybeifong

A/n: sorry if it’s confusing i’d love your feedback thnx

“she’s beautiful” I said aloud “just talk to her already” Ned pressed “I cant just talk to Y/n that’s like saying just admit your spiderman” I whisper-shouted “that’s not the same thing” Ned said giving me one of his signature looks “well it is to me” I sighed. 

Ned and I got up to dispose of our trays when flash shoved me “Penis Parker” he laughed my tray was spattered on the floor thankfully without any mess Y/n looked to me and kneeled to retrieve my tray “ oh no-no that’s ok” I stuttered blushing furiously she smiled handing it back to me “it’s no problem catch you in 3rd?” she asked making me nod like an idiot “great” with that she was on her way.

“Dude Y/n just spoke to you” Ned giggled like a schoolboy “shh keep it down act cool” I hushed “says the one who was nodding like an idiot” he laughed I rolled my eyes heading to third.

2 days later*

“Peter wait up” her voice rang through the halls I turned “hey Y/n” I smiled warmly “I-uh I was um wondering” she stuttered to get the words out “if you wanted to team up for the chem project?” she finally let out “really??” my eyes lit up “yes really” Y/n moved her hair behind her ear “yes yes” I nodded “great how bout your place? let’s say 5?” she spoke “see you then” my face practically froze with a huge smile on my face.

I ran out of school heading home to get showered and changed Y/n was coming over after 2 & a half years of having a huge crush on her.

“MAY!” I called “Peter what is it?” she came from the living room removing her glasses “Y/n’s coming over what do I do?!” I panicked “firstly calm down,take a shower i’ll handle everything” her voice was calm and soothing “thank you” I kissed her cheek and ran to the bathroom.

I was redressing casual jeans and shirt smelling pizza “May she’ll be he-” I froze  taking in the scene in front of me Y/n in the dining room with May “sorry I came early hope you don’t mind” Y/n explained “no that’s cool” I moved to where they were. “should we get started?” I asked nervously “aren’t you hungry?” she recounted “um yeah i could eat” I laughed a little forgetting my hunger I quickly grabbed two slices and nodded for her to follow me to my room.

May gave me a thumbs up behind Y/n’s back I just gave her a tight smile and went on my way.

“So I think we should create something out of the ordinary” she spoke as soon as we were inside “I actually have some uh glob we could recreate” I mentioned handing her my notes as I took a bit of my pizza “and you know this ‘glob’ will work?” she questioned with her eyebrow quirked “yes 100% certain” I spoke with my mouth full. She giggled and i swallowed “sorry” I blushed “totally okay I have uncles I know the drill” she smiled.

The project went well my web fluid became glob number 5 which was totally fine with me. We had everything ready for Monday morning and Y/n was nearing her curfew “sorry Pete my dad will go berserk if i don’t show before 10″ she apologized quickly gathering her notes on the glob I internally smiled at the fact she called me Pete “could you hold onto the glob?” she questioned “sure” I nodded.

“thanks catch you at school Monday?” she beamed expectantly “most definitely” I smiled “great good night” she was heading out the door when I stopped her “I can walk you home if you’d like” I blushed she turned to me “thanks but my uncle’s picking me up maybe next time” I nodded “goodnight”.

I heard Y/n bid goodbye and thank you to May then the front door closing. I ran to the window quickly heading to see a glimpse of her and her uncle. I was taken back when I saw a blonde haired man with sunglasses on a motorcycle Y/n quickly jumped on and they headed off.

Some time later*

Y/n & I got an 95 the highest mark in the class causing distaste from Flash i’m guessing because he has a thing for her. We’ve been getting quite close hanging out everywhere and anywhere around New York. I got to know her better and vice versa. I found out she had a variety of aunts and uncles whim she’d never go further into discussing it made me fall for her even more. I enjoyed this secretive side.

“Sweetheart what’re you doing with Penis Parker?” Flash asked Y/n as we seated next to each other with Ned and Michelle watching inattentively.

Y/n stood up looking directly at him as she spoke “firstly that’s none of your business secondly his name is Peter, Pe-ter and lastly don’t call me sweetheart. I’m not your sweet anything” she narrowed her eyes at him till he felt constricted and left. 

She sat back down “damn that’s my girl” Ned smiled “well handled” Michelle beamed “thanks guys” Y/n gave a tight lipped smiled then turned to me apologizing for Flash’s behaviour “dont worry about him I dont let it bother me” I admitted smiling at her she gently squeezed my hand under the table letting go shortly after leaving a tingle behind.

Some more time after*

I was head over heels in love with her and I was beginning to think she was too. We kissed a few times and held hands in the halls and pretty much wherever we went together. I had an urge one day to finally take Karen’s advice and tell her who I really am so that’s exactly what I did.

I lead her to the alley near my apartment “Peter where are you taking me?” she giggled clearly nervous “I want to show you something but you have to close you eyes and keep them closed okay?” I instructed “are you gonna murder me?” she laughed that beautiful sound i couldn’t get enough of “course not just trust me okay?” I pressed Y/n finally nodded closing her eyes.

I removed my normal clothes leaving me in my Spidey suit then placed myself upside down “open your eyes” I released a breath Y/n smiled “your spiderman?” she didn’t seem to surprised but I couldn’t focus on that right now “yeah” she approached me “can i try something?” she was timid “sure” just then it began raining. Y/n slowly removed half of my mask leaning in to kiss me,it started off slow then built into some heat till she pulled away “we should um get inside” she spoke still with her eyes closed “right” I smiled Y/n opened her eyes as I placed my hoodie back on and pulled up my pants.

“Oh great Y/n’s here” May exclaimed “hi May” y/n gave her a small peck on the check as she greeted her “how’s thai sound?” May question us, Y/n looked to me I smiled and agreed “sounds great”.

the next day*

“Pete I have a surprise for you” Y/n had a mischievous grin on her face “you look like a evil scientist” I chuckled “I just might be” she winked pecking me on the lips.We arrived at the Avengers headquarters and I was confused “uh Y/n/n what’re we doing here?” I looked at her quizzically “you’ll see” she giggled taking my hand as we entered “okay he’s here” she called out. 

I was left in shock seeing Captain America and the Winter Solider practically run toward us “so the kid who stole my shield is your boyfriend?” Cap spoke “don’t forget he stuck me to the floor with Sam” Winter Soldier added “yeah about that…” I chuckled nervously “sorry?” I rubbed my head with my free hand. 

“I’m Bucky that’s Steve” Bucky introduced shaking my hand “these are my uncles” Y/n smiled “so you were the guy on the bike” I blabbed Steve chuckled “I like him he’s a curious one”. Then i thought to myself if Cap and Bucky are Y/n’s uncles then whose her- “Y/n?your home early” I heard Tony’s voice boom through the lobby “uh oh” Steve and Bucky exchanged looks “uh oh why uh oh?” I panicked when I heard his seat getting closer “did you bring your boyfri-” Tony stopped speaking as soon as we saw each other shit i cursed internally.

Tony’s eyes went wide as he noticed our interlocked hands I quickly let go watching Y/n walk over to hug her father “Dad you know Peter” she smiled “Hi Mr-Mr Stark” I stuttered overhearing Bucky & Steve savour in this awkwardness laughing occasionally. Tony was speechless just looking us over till he cleared his throat 

“what’re you intentions with my daughter?” he narrowed his eyes at me I gulped then looked to Y/n who nodded me on, I looked to him and spoke clearly “be her boyfriend that’s all” I shrugged “you do know Peter everything will be different as soon as someone figures out who you are everything’s over,you’ll put her in danger and we cant have that” he spoke firmly I mustve looked like a deer in the headlights because Y/n chimed in “Dad stop your scaring him” she mentioned.

Out of nowhere Mr.Stark started laughing “i’m just messing with you, i’m glad it’s you Pete” he grabbed my shoulder firmly “come on kid we got apple pie” Steve shoo’d Y/n away “if you do anything and i mean anything to hurt her you’re done” Tony spoke I gulped and nodded as we headed toward the kitchen


Day 1: My room turned into a ocean. I swear I found fishes and sharks swarming into my lungs. Or maybe that was the remains of you trying not to escape but desperately needing to
Day 2: You weren’t at school today and I should’ve been happy, I was more sad
Day 3: I thought I was ready to move on, then I saw you with her.
Day 4: We haven’t spoken in days now. My mind thinks its being shoved off a cliff.
Day 5: I wish it would just hit the bottom
Day 6: This will be the first weekend we dont hang out. I know you’ll be seeing her and I know youll be smiling without me. I’m trying hard to learn how to too
Day 7: I asked you for help on a history assignment and you replied with “Ask Amber im busy”. I texted back: “Tell Emma I said hi”
Day 8: You posted a video with her on the only social media site you have. When I saw it I erupted. I spewed lava every where, oh god its every where
Day 9: My mom made me sleep next to her on the couch. She was afraid I would try and do something like I did two years ago when another guy tore up my heart. I actually had thought about it
Day 10: I slept in your sweatshirt one last time so i can feel myself engulfed in you. I know you wanted them back so I had to feel you and smell you one last time.
Day 11: I gave you all of your stuff back and you thought I looked like a warrior but really I went home and tried getting you out of my bloodstream
Day 12: when will my eyes stop flowing?
Day 13: I snuck out with a boy and smoked weed on his couch. He talked about love and how much it hurt. I only pictured you.
Day 14: I woke up next to that same boy and I woke up screaming. The boy was worried and confused but I knew why I screamed. I imagined you laying with another girl on your couch. I ran out of his house so fast you’d think Id be better at running from you.
Day 15: Its spring break and im with my best friend and your with her and i swear i can feel you tracing her spine the way you used to trace mine
Day 16: I ignored your birthday and it felt worse than the puking i did that night
Day 17: Im treading icy water while you’re swimming away from me, I guess I just hope you’ll loop around and find your way back to the shattered, but still there, us
Day 18: I don’t remember the sound of your voice I don’t remember the color of your eyes I don’t remember your the taste of your lips
Day19: No amount of screaming gets your name out of my head
Day 20: I got on a plane today and when we took off I swear i almost walked to the door and started flying
Day 21: They say it takes 21 days fo break a habit but I think I just manage to fall more in love with a greedy monster
Day 22: I saw you today and wished you a happy late birthday and promised we’d watch the third Hobbit together. I’m beginning to hate myself more
Day 23: Its the end of the month maybe next month won’t be filled with thoughts of you and killing myself. i think im beginning to be over you
Day 24: april fools
Day 25: i think i understand now. when you first told me you loved me your mouth curled up on the edges, two days before you left when i gave my bare self to you your mouth was a straight line when saying i love you
Day 26: if you’re trying to kill me its working
Day 27: i woke up this morning to my blankets and pillows piled in a corner in my room. its something s ghost would do to make his presence known. im haunting myself. or maybe its the ghost of us tsking over my body
Day 28: its almost been a month since you told me it was never me. i almost texted you happy easter but i saw those text messages and just got angry
Day 29: I hate that you act like you didnt break my heart. i hate that you think im fine that im not writing a shit poem sbout your shit personality
Day 30: thirty days since you’ve wanted me. thirty days since i told you i love you. thirty days since you’ve slipped from my fingers. i tried catching you. you’ve been gone far too long. thirty days is too long
Day 31: i had a nightmare last night about you. you told me you loved me and kissed my forehead. i woke up breathing heavily and shaking. i want you out of my life
Day 32: running on no sleep isn’t fun
Day 33: ive been awake for over 50 hours in fear that ill see you in my dreams again. i cant risk that. it hurts so much. get out of my head
Day 34: my mother told me that love will do this. that its cruel and torturous and breaks you into such little pieces not even yourself can pick up all the pieces. you know where they all are, please come back and pick them up
Day 35: i talked to another guy last night we stayed up late and he asked me questions about you. we were sober so it wasn’t easy spitting up vowels and similies and euphemisms explaining the empty feeling in my chest after you left
Day 36: fuck if i stopped seeing you everyday i swear id be over you.
Day 37: my knee didnt touch your leg like it used it i promise i didnt do that fuck
Day 38: you told me that the wrinkles on my leg bothered you when i sat down. thats not what you said when we were trying not to get caught in the back of your car
Day 39: you told me you’d take me to prom and in two days itll just be another day you promised to spend with me. its funny how our plans turned to dust in a matter of seconds after cleaning
Day 40: the thunderstorm of us was inside of you and maybe that why it felt so close. i keep counting the seconds between the boom and light hoping you arent moving away buy i fear that you are already letting others feel your storm. the plants you grew are dying. maybe you should come back to water them
Day 41: ten days since its been a month since you left. i cried at prom because all i could look for in the crowd was you.
Day 42: i got so drunk all i could see was your face. the guy i fucked kept telling me his name wasn’t yours. i just screamed and cried because you’re all i still think about despite your efforts to continue to push me away
Day 43: i should be getting high today but if i do ill just write more and think more about a guy who will never care
Day 44: i think im trying to gain feelings for someone else because it’ll make moving on from you easier. im afraid to write that it hasnt
Day 45: you traces my leg like you used to. it was like dandelion tea. it made my insides fill with happiness. you’re my yellow paint.
Day 46: Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would put happiness inside him. He would consume it everyday in the hopes that it would bring his sadness to rest despite the fact that it could kill him first. i gues you were my yellow paint emphasis on the were. see im not going to write about you anymore, because when i write you down im under the impression that you’ll stay with the words but you don’t. this is the last sentence I’ll ever write about you

DannyMay Day One: Hope/Hatred

I have fallen back into my OBSESSIVE LOVE for Danny Phantom and since DannyMay is a thing I’m hella excited to participate! I’m using @narwhalsarefalling prompts for the daily DannyMay. Here’s hoping I can make it through all 31 days *sweats nervously* I also want to include a little story for each picture…p.s. it’s transparent!

…After much confusion on the battlefield, Jack and Maddie are left speechless. The Ghost Boy, that they have tried to capture and destroy for years now, was hanging limply by the collar of his jumpsuit at the hands of none other than the Wisconsin Ghost. 

Beaten to an ectoplasmic pulp and breathing raggedly -ghosts don’t need to breath what is he trying to pull-Phantom throws a pathetic right hook. The Wisconsin Ghost simply laughs at his pitiful attempt, missing him entirely and as Phantom’s arm falls to his side, a bright ring of light appears at his waist. This only makes the Wisconsin Ghost’s laughter even louder, an evil sound dripping with malice that can make anyone’s hair stand on end.

Startled by the sudden flash, the Fenton parents brandish their weapons, ready to fire. However, as the bright ring-rings!?- splits up and down the Ghost Boy’s body, their white-knuckled grip loosens with every passing second. 

Black and white jumpsuit is replaced by blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Jack’s mind was racing, too many thoughts and emotions running rampant at the same time. Maddie was frozen in place, time came to a screeching halt around her. Twin gasps of horror escaped into the air. There, still within the grasp of the Ghost, was black haired and blue eyed Danny Fenton, the Ghost holding him up like a coveted trophy, laughing maniacally. The Wisconsin Ghost, with a sickening grin asks

“What will you do now?”

The Fenton parents stare at their son, who is still struggling pitifully to get free.


this isn’t happening

it can’t be

not my baby boy

Then, with great effort on his part, Danny turns to his parents. Face dirty, cuts and bruises decorating his body, with tears threatening to fall he opens his mouth.

“I’m sorry”

Those two little words shattered the tension like brittle glass. Everything they have ever seen and heard about the Ghost Boy takes on a new meaning. Every question mark answered, every doubt banished, every action explained. 

The Fentons leap into action. Jack fires at the ghost, effectively making him drop their boy, as Maddie slides under and catches Danny. Looking up at her, his eyes ask what his mouth can’t, Maddie gives him a teary smile and tells him to stay put. Giving him a quick kiss she lets loose a battle cry and jumps back into the fray. 

Plasmius proves to be too much of a handful for just the Fenton parents. For every blow they land he retaliates 10 fold. Though significantly weaker due to Phanto-Danny, Danny’s efforts, The Wisconsin Ghost is moments away from breaking free of the Fenton Containment Net™. Jack and Maddie can only look on in mute horror as their most powerful ghost containment method is obliterated in a single blast of ecto energy.

The Wisconsin Ghost makes his advance, all the while gloating about Jack’s incompetence

“Did you really think a poorly made ecto tissue would be enough to hold me!? my power is beyond your comprehension! You can’t even hope to defeat the BOX GHOST you are that incompetent! Your inventions cause your family more harm that good! LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO YOUR OWN SON! YOU DON’T DESERVE TO HAVE A WOMAN AS PERFECT AS HER! Maddie, I will give you one final chance, join me and I will let Daniel live.”

“Go to hell!”

“SO BE IT! IF I CANT HAVE YOU, THEN NOBODY CAN! You and that buffoon will die here and now!”


Turning their heads to the source of the noise, there stands none other than Danny Phantom, looking about ready to tear the Wisconsin Ghost a new one. Taking a deep breath, he lets loose a Ghostly Wail, the most powerful he has ever produced to date. the Ghost’s vain attempt at resisting only ends in his body slammed into the side of Dalv Corp. Since the walls are made of Extra Strength Ghost Proof Titanium™, the Wisconsin Ghost is going nowhere. 

The onslaught continues as the Fenton parents look on in awe, hands over their ears. Their son, Danny Fenton is the infamous Ghost Boy Danny Phantom, hero of Amity Park. They have so many things to say and so many to apologize for. So much guilt and shame, so much regret.

Finally the Wail dies down, black rings sliding past the ghost’s body, The Fenton parent’s blood runs cold as left behind is Vlad Masters. They can’t even begin to process that revelation when their Son has just fallen to his knees in exhaustion. They sprint towards him.

Danny looks up just as he is enveloped in the tightest hug he has ever received. His mother spouting apologies between sobs telling him how much she loves him, his father telling him how amazed and proud he is while holding back tears. Danny can’t help but get misty-eyed as he smiles, new hope blossoming within his heart. Grateful that he no longer has to bear the burden alone, elated that now he has his parents on his side, ecstatic that now they will understand everything.

“We love you for YOU Danny”

“Whether you’re ghost, boy, or something in between”

I do care about you // Shawn Mendes

can you write one based off of “Sorry Not Sorry” by Demi Lovato and it’s like you and Shawn broke up and you ended up going to the club and it’s hella angst pls and thank you :)))) 

Authors note: Its not exactly like the song because I got kind of side tracked and I’m sorry if you hate it and if its nothing like what you requested 

Authors note 2.0: GUESS WHO’S BACK AFTER LIKE 2 WEEKS OF DISAPPEARING?? its me in case you haven’t come to the conclusion. 

“You needed this.” Kylie tells me, holding the door open to the club for me.

“I do?” I ask hesitantly, my mood still in the dumps after my breakup with Shawn around 3 weeks ago.

“Yes,” She nods enthusiastically. “You’ve been moping around our flat for weeks and damn, Y/n, honey, Shawn is a jerk.” She holds my gaze, doing the best she could to cheer me up.

“You don’t need him. You are a strong, independent woman who doesn’t need a man to define who she is. Shawn is going to regret the day he left you. Right now however, you are going to hold your chin up high and walk in this club and find some cute guy and down a couple shots.” I giggle, nodding at her words. She loops her arm with mine and we walk straight to the bar, ordering drinks to start as off.

“Thats it!” Kylie cheers as I finish my first drink. I don’t know whether it was because I hadn’t drunk alcohol in quite a while or because I hadn’t been out the house since the breakup, but I downed the next two without thinking. Usually I was a reserved drinker yet tonight I had the urge to cover my sadness with alcohol.

“Lets dance,” I call to Kylie, dragging her over to the dance floor. The lights were flashing, the music so loud that I just let all my thoughts flow out my head. My mind was completely blank. 

“Thanks for taking me out tonight, you were right I did need this.” I shout to her as we both dance to the current song.

“No problem Y/n, Did I tell you your dress looks amazing? Seriously whoever made you wear that has brilliant taste.” 

I laugh, taking another sip of my drink.

“You were the one who made me wear it.” I roll my eyes jokingly and she raises her eyebrows at me.

“And I’m glad I did- I mean, look at all the attention you’re getting.” Her eyes slide past to behind where I’m standing and I look over my shoulder to see two guys standing against the wall, eyes on us.

“What do I do?” I ask, panic seeping through my words. “I haven’t approached a guy since Shawn and that was two years ago.” I whisper sharply.

“Relax, Honey, just be you. Go fill your drink.” Kylie nudges me to the bar and I stumble over, placing my glass on the counter where the bartender grabs it and begins filling it again. He hands it back to me and I turn back to the dance floor when one of the guys catch my eye, waving me over.

I walk over hesitantly, a blue light illuminating their faces. They’re all sharp jaw lines and high cheekbones. Both wearing all black, I found them alluring. 

“What’s happening?” The man on the left asks me, sending me a wink and even in the dark lighting my cheeks burn.

“Not much, I only just got here.” I reply, my hands slightly shaking from nerves.

“Lucky enough you met us and we,” he nods to his friend. “We are going to make your night so much better.” The right guy tells me, taking a step forward and soon I find myself edging back to the dance floor.

I catch Kylie’s eye from across the room and she laughs at my confused expression. I wasn’t expecting two guys to go after me at the same time.

A hand on my chin catches my attention and my gaze flicks from Kylie’s face to dark eyes of one the guys. 

He tilts my chin up and just as it looks like he’s about to kiss me, I’m wrenched out of his grip.

“Hey Sweetie, come on the cab is here.” Shawn nearly growls, sending me a fake smile. Still in shock, I can’t seem to process who’s standing in front of me.

“Bro she said she just got here.” One of the boys tries to step forward but Shawn sends them a menacing glare and he backs off. “Another?” He proposes to the other and they both walk away to the other side of the club. 

“What are you doing?” I ask, voice shrill. Realization has finally sunk in. 

“What am I doing? What are you doing? Two guys Y/n?” Shawn shouts, drawing eyes our way and I feel blood flood my cheeks.

“Can you not say it that loudly? It wasn’t like I was going to do anything.” I look away from his eyes. 

“Say what loudly? That you were going to hook up with two men?” 

“I don’t know what I was going to do.” I glare at the wall, ignoring his gaze.

“Exactly, you don’t know. You didn’t think about how much danger you could have been in.”

“Can you just stop Shawn!” I scream, not that it made that much of a difference in a club. “You’re not my boyfriend anymore, I don’t care what you think about my decisions and you can’t go telling me what I can and can’t do.”

He’s silent. His piercing eyes locked on my face, my rage burning beneath my skin so that my whole body felt hot.

“They could have raped you.” He says quieter. 

“And you would care? So let me get this straight, You can care about me now that we’re broken up but if we were together you wouldn’t give a shit what happened to me?” I hiss at him, gulping the rest of my drink and pressing the cup against Shawn’s chest as I walk past him. He grabs it just as I let go but I’ve already walked away, intent on leaving the now overbearing club. 

“Y/n wait.” He says, the door slamming back open and his voice is loud in the quiet street.

“Don’t talk to me Shawn, you never cared before so why do you care now?” the words felt sharp to say and I felt tears prick my eyes. 

An overwhelming sense of nausea hits me and I’m heading to the side of the street in seconds. 

“Oh baby,” Shawn murmurs, stroking back my hair into a makeshift ponytail as I threw up into the gutter.

“Don’t touch me,” I groan as I wipe my mouth, pushing away from his grip.

‘Y/n, sweetie,” He says softly but I glare at him. 

“I don’t need your help Shawn go home.” As soon as I finish my sentence I’m throwing up and his hands are back holding my hair out of my face.

“Baby let me take you back home.” Shawn pleads, sweeping my hair up into a loose pony tail with a hair tie that was around his wrist- conveniently one of mine that I must have left at his house.

“Fine.” I say, trailing behind him as we walk to his car. He holds the door open for me and I hop in silently. He gets in the drivers seat, turning the engine on.

“Seat belt.” He tells me and I roll my eyes, doing the buckle up.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” I say weakly. 

“Can you stop fighting me for one second, please?” Shawn asks, pulling out onto the street.

“No, I cant.” I say firmly, my eyes starring out the window at the passing buildings.

“I really don’t want our conversati-”

“Can you shut up Shawn?” Venom coats my words, Shawn falling silent immediately. 

It only lasts a minute until he’s talking again.

“Would you really have gone home with those guys?” He sounds vulnerable, scared almost- of my answer. Of course I don’t take any notice.

“You mean go home with two extremely hot fella’s who took an interest in me? Oh yeah.” I tell him, grinning wickedly. I turn away, missing the fallen expression on Shawn’s face. When I look back, its masked.

“I thought so.” He says lowly and I glare. 

“I don’t know how its any of your business. You didn’t care before so why should you now.” 

“Stop saying that Y/n!” Shawn shouts and his voice has more of an affect now that we were in a quiet place. He turns left, the road leading to our old flat- my flat now.

“Saying what? That when we were together you couldn’t give two flips about my life unless it involved you?” I say back just as loud. “’Shawn my mum is on the phone’. What response to I get?” I pause, waiting. “I’m busy, tell her I said hi. Oh but Shawn she really wants to talk to- No I’m busy, go away, this is music stuff.” I imitate the conversation that happened when we were together.

“You know I was under pressure at work.” He whispers, pulling to a stop.

“She’s my Mum Shawn. She’s getting old. She’s not going to be around forever and I only wanted you to have a 5 minute conversation with her. She likes talking to you.” My own tone is soft as well. 

“I’m sorry I missed one phone call with your Mum,” There’s a slight edge to his voice.

“I guess we’re doing this now?” I ask, running my hands over my bare arms to try and keep warm in the chilly air of his car.

“I guess we are.” Shawn mumbles.

“It wasn’t just that Shawn. We would be having dinner and I’d ask you about your day and as soon as you finished you would never ask me about my day and if you finished eating you would leave- even if I’m in the middle of a story.” He doesn’t answer.

“It hurts to feel like your boyfriend doesn’t even care about you.” I whisper, staring out the window, the glass foggy.

“I do care about you Y/n.” Shawn says softly, reaching out for my hand. I let him rest his palm over my hand. I stay still for a moment, reveling in the feel of having Shawn by my side again but I quickly push the feeling down. I pull my hand away from his and open the car door, unbuckling my seat belt and getting out the car.

Just as I’m about to shut the door I meet his hopeful eyes- the hope I’m about to crush. “You only care because I’m not yours anymore.” 

Originally posted by kitaplarvekedilerr

Why Phichit is my Favorite Character

In honor of reaching 500 followers, I decided it was about time I made a post that shows that this blog is actually what it sounds like. This is going to be a long ride full of incoherent rambling, so hold on tight. Yes I am listening to Shall We Skate and Terra Incognita on repeat while writing this

Lets start from the beginning. The first time we see Phichit, we see him for only a few seconds, where he only says one line of dialogue, ¨Yuuri!¨, which was preceded by a giggle. We don’t see him again for the rest of the episode, or the next. Or the next. There is nothing that you can glean from this character at first glance.

But that was the moment I fell in love with the character that is Phichit Chulanont. 

See, It wasn’t his first official appearance that made me fall in love with him. The reason I liked this character so much was because I understood he was close to Yuuri and cared about him. Now, for those of you who don’t know, I became invested in Yuri!!! on ICE because of Yuuri and the premise + figure skating. Not victuuri, although that was wonderful because!!! Representation!!! I was just glad there was a main character I, and many others, could deeply relate to. But this post isn’t about Yuuri. Its about Phichit. And because I could see he cared for Yuuri, I got interested. 

So I watched the scene again to figure out what I could. And here is what I was able to come up with.

He lives in Thailand, but has just arrived home after being somewhere else, or is leaving. More likely the former. He is cheerful, and invested somewhat in social media. He is close friends with Yuuri, or at least acquainted, and is likely a figure skater. 

I looked him up after that, and my love only grew. 

Also, we had this picture in the ending

God I love him

The next time we see Phichit, we see him in a video call with Yuuri in episode 4. His first appearances are all very Yuuri-centered. 

But boy did this scene deliver a BIG LOAD of information. 

I had been right about quite a few things from my first guesses about Phichit. He just arrived back in Thailand and likes social media, as seen by the literal touchscreen gloves and multiple IG posts. He is also very close with Yuuri. VERY CLOSE. I damn near cried over how comfortable and happy Yuuri became when he was talking with Phichit. And how comfortable PHICHIT looked when he was talking to Yuuri. 

They had clearly been friends for a long time, Yuuri even knew phrases in Phichits native language, and I have no doubts that Phichit knows phrases in Japanese.

This sort of familiarity and calm interaction is something we only really see Yuuri take part in when he is with his family, +the Nishigori’s, at least at the beginning of the series. 

When Yuuri starts talking about composer girl, Phichit is able to immediately understand what Yuuri needs without even having to hear Yuuri say it. That is the kind of friendship some can only dream of. 

We already know Phichit is a wonderful, reliable friend from less than a minute of interaction. Less than a minute. I counted. I have seen dozens of shows where it takes multiple WHOLE EPISODES to understand the relationship between two characters, but with Yuri on Ice it takes less than a minute. This is a result of good writing and good, rounded characters. 

Which leads to my next topic of discussion.

Phichit is such a well-rounded character holy shit

There are no lingering doubts about Phichit’s character. There isn’t a scene where you are left wondering, “Why did Phichit do this” or “What is Phichit thinking” because we know, at least in my case. As long as you understand Phichit as a character you can understand the motivations behind his actions. 

Episode 6 is a beautiful Phichitfest and I was having a good ol’ time. 

Now, for reference, episode 6 is when I really got into Yuri on Ice as a show. Characters I didn’t really like were starting to have more appeal, like Viktor, and characters I loved got better, somehow. 

Bonus points for fashion goddamn


His constant need to document everything on social media is also much appreciated. 

also this

Captain of the #victuuri ship honestly same Phichit

So,as I’m watching this episode I’m just waiting and thinking 

when do i get to see Phichit skate?? when??

I find out Phichit skates first and Im !!!!

then he skates. 


Phichit steps out onto that rink in his princely attire and I am gone then and there.

Shall We Skate? is such a masterpiece and I LOVE IT

You can say what you want about Phichit, but if you cant see how much Phichit adores skating through his performance than you clearly haven’t watched the series. 

I have a record of crying every time I watch Phichit skate when I watched the episodes he was in for the first time. Every time. This one is no exception. 

The fact that the audience is shown to get very caught up in Phichit’s performance made me so happy? These people, who are all there to support the more popular skaters, are getting caught up in the dance of a skater who hadn’t even been on their radar. 

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what a good friend fukc i love him

What I wouldn’t give to have a friend like Phichit


Terra Incognita. 

me too ciao ciao

This performance showed how much you can glean from a person while watching them skate. And yes. I cried. 


His motivation for skating is so fucking clear. 

He wants to make his country proud.

And he does. 

The audience is rooting for Phichit, he gets the crowd hyped up and he delivers. 

He worked his ass off for this performance and it pays off

He nails all of his components and scores higher than he ever has

He is so confident that hes won and he WINS






And that’s why it made me so mad when he lost the Grand Prix Final. 

Sixth. Place. 

I love the other skaters. I really do. But JJ did not deserve a bronze medal. He was way over scored and should have gotten last place. Phichit scored about as high as the previous years third place winner. JJ. 

His Shall We Skate made me hella emotional and sob along with him at the end. He is SUCH A GOOD SKATER. 

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I never cried as hard during the entirety of YOI as I did during Phichit’s Terra Incognita performance. He was so happy to just be performing. Even after he messed up one jump he continued to smile. 

That is what makes a performer. 

Phichit entertains the audience. He holds their attention and gets them hyped up and on the edge of their seats. 

He has fun while he skates and just genuinely loves his sport. 

This gif sums it up pretty well

Originally posted by vikturi-katsforov

The scenes he got outside of the competition made me happy at least, and some of the flashbacks provided some nice information and depth

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and the iconic #victuuricaptain moment

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and I may be really salty about his loss but i am SO PROUD OF HIM

I am going to quote something I said when I first made this blog. 

“Just by qualifying for the Grand Prix Finals, Phichit won. He may not have won a medal, but he achieved not only one of his dreams, skating “Shall We Skate” in a major competition, but also made history by becoming the first Thai skater to compete in the Grand Prix Finals. WE should all be extremely proud of him, and hopefully watch him continue to made his dreams reality in the next season!”

I stand by this statement fully and wholeheartedly. Yes, Phichit deserved to be placed higher, and yes, it was completely unfair. But lets be proud of what he did achieve, and appreciate him for the amazing character he is. 

tldr; Phichit is a wonderful character and I love him. Thanks for 500 followers!

dancing in a snow globe | shawn mendes




word count: 10,143 (you didn’t think it was possible for this to be longer than the last one, did you?)

author’s note: thank you all SO, SO MUCH for all your feedback on part one (which you should probably read before you start this, and you can find it HERE). this second part covers sophomore year, and it’s a bit more nsfw so, like, don’t read this at work or your grandmother’s house, ya feel? i’m dedicating it to emily aka @saysweartogod bc she’s been my main cheerleader and literally revived herself from the dead to tell me to finish this. title comes from “you are in love” by taylor swift. enjoy xo

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It had always been strange to you that time never felt consistent. One second could feel as though it stretched out into several eons, but three months could be compressed into one blink. As your freshman year of college ended, you felt like you weren’t looking around enough to notice the changes: the trees becoming lush with green leaves again, sweatshirts becoming t-shirts becoming tank tops, your boyfriend becoming more open, more kindhearted, more incredible with each passing day.

As your sophomore year progressed, you learned two things:

  1. You were in love, and
  2. You had no idea what to do about it.

But let’s start a bit before that.

Keep reading

[05] Run

Originally posted by armywithbangtan


Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five

A/N: This story is inspired by ‘I Need You’ and ‘Run’ This story will contain fluff, smut, drinking, drugs, and angst. No, this story will not be exactly like the MV’s but I have used some scenes and ideas.


Warnings: angst, drinking, got7 appearance, references to smut




It was two months after that night when you received a message from Hoseok, you were on your way home from work when your phone buzzed five or six times.

Hobi: Y/n

Hobi: I don’t know how to tell you this.

Hobi: When you come home you’re going to see something you really don’t want to see..

Hobi: Yoongi brought over a girl and told us they’d been talking for a few weeks.

Hobi: I’m so sorry….

Hobi: I have ice cream and chick flicks ready in the room..  

You locked your phone without a second thought, focusing your eyes on the road once more. Silence. Nothing but complete and utter silence, you could no longer hear the radio spilling from the speakers, you couldn’t hear the passing of other cars, or even the sound of your own car for that matter. You appreciated Hoseok’s warning but nothing could fully prepare you for what you were about to see.


The guys greeted the beautiful brunette Yoongi had brought home, earlier that evening, with warm smiles and light bows. His hand rested at the small of her back as he introduced the girl as Jennie, when she excused herself to the restroom Hoseok asked. “How long?” “We’ve been talking for a few weeks now. I wouldn’t say its serious but we’ve been hanging out.” Yoongi’s reply was no different then his 'Its-whatever-man’ tone but for once he actually meant it that way. Jennie was great, she really was and Yoongi did in fact enjoy her company, she was a rapper as well which was pretty great, and he wasn’t going to complain about the sex because it was pretty great as well, but he couldn’t help but see your face every so often while under her satin sheets, he couldn’t help but think about you and hope you would run into each other. He couldn’t help but think how Jennie wasn’t you. 

Jennie rested her head on his shoulder as a random movie played on the screen, all the boys were present as well and all seemed to be engulfed in the movie except Hoseok, who was too busy typing away on his phone. As he sat there with his best friends and a beautiful girl on his arm he couldn’t help but wonder when your shift ended or if you had eaten. He just couldn’t shake the thought of you.

The front door of the house opened, causing everyone to turn to see who it was, even though the answer was clear. You walked through the door and smiled softly and everyone, stopping to look at the girl resting her head on Yoongi’s shoulder. “Uh Y/n, this is Jennie. Jennie this is our friend and roommate Y/n.”


'Friend’. The word repeated in your head, becoming background noise as you said hi to everyone and greeted Jennie warmly. Before any conversation could be made or looks exchanged Hoseok spoke up asked if anyone wanted anything from the burger joint. “Y/n and I are going to go grab some burgers, anyone want anything?” Before anyone could even think to answer, you shook your head softly and smiled at your angelic friend.

“I was actually planning to go out tonight. Its been a tough day.” You huffed, referring to the only the last twenty minutes, you knew Hoseok would understand. I just need to get out of the house, I cant be I the same house as Yoongi and his beautiful girlfriend, It was only 10:30 after all. Going out to drink every so often became something you grew a tolerance for, and tonight was as good a night as any, if not even better.

Unfortunately the odds were in fact not in your favor.  

“I could use a night out too.” The beginning of the dreaded domino affect began, starting with Namjoon’s need for liquor and loud music. Soon everyone was standing up and ready to go, including the two you wanted to get away from, and it wasn’t like you could just say 'oh, never mind. I’m just going to stay home’

“I’m going to call Jinyoung and the boys to join us, but me and Y/n are going to grab a bite to eat first. Meet you there.” Hoseok stated in hopes to get everyone to leave. It worked. Yoongi was the last to walk out the front door, looking back at you once before closing the door behind him. Oh how he wished you were coming with them right then, how he wanted to steal glances at your smiling face every time the streetlights above would illuminate it.

“I know you wanted to go to get away from Yoongi and Jennie, but the reason I’m inviting more people is because that’s seven more people to distract you. Not to mention they are pretty great people and maybe on days Yoongi brings her here, you and I could go hang out at their place.” You hugged Hoseok tightly before going upstairs to change into the unworn 'clubbing’ dress Lisa had given you for your birthday last year. Minho wasn’t a fan of the short, tight material so it remained untouched in the gift box, never to see the neon lights of a club. Until tonight.

“We don’t have to do this you know? We can just go home an-” You cut Hoseok off with a soft kiss on the check as yall sat in front of the pulsing night club. “I’m an adult, I wont keep running away from my troubles. If he is happy with her then I’m happy for him, he is a great guy and its not his fault he doesn’t feel the same about me. Its going to hurt like a mother fucking bitch but I’ll be okay, and some days I’m going to need you to hold me and I know that the minute I need that you will be there. I can’t avoid him forever anyways… he is our roommate.” Hoseok took your hand in his and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“Then shall we madam?”

“We shall.” And so yall headed towards your usual corner spot of the pulsing night club. The boys had basically bought that spot, the white couch that lines the two corner walls, a black table sat in the middle while white curtains hung down from one side, giving you a full view to the rest of the club.

Yoongi had one of his large, perfect hands placed loosely on his girl’s waist as she sat comfortably in his lap. He wasn’t the biggest fan of PDA and he would have preferred her to sit next to him, but she was snug and the soft nibbles she left on his ear in moments when no one was watching sent a small sense of lust to run down his spine. "Hey guys! Where’s Hoseok?“ Jinyoung and the rest of the boys came piling into the usual club corner, Namjoon updated them on the fact that they were on their way. Yoongi, Jennie and the rest of the boys were caught up in loud laughter while BamBam and Yugyeom told their eventful story about the time they were chasing after the same girl only for her to go after Youngjae. Yoongi was mid laughter when Hoseok walked in with his usual loud screech with you following behind him. Hoseok greeted all the boys and Yoongi watched as your eyes went from person to person.

"I almost forgot, this is my best friend Y/n.” Hoseok smiled, pulling you to his side. There you were, standing there in a small pale pink dress that hugged your every curve perfectly, the fishnets that you wore underneath only made it so much sexier. Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off of you, the cleavage that dress gave off, and the way your hair was in high ponytail that gave everyone a perfect view of your beautiful face. He almost completely forgot about the brunette sitting in his lap…almost.


Seven new faces starred back at you with warm and welcoming smiles plastered on their face. “You are slaying me Y/n, that dress is bomb and I’m shook,” A tall boy with platinum blonde exclaimed, his undercut was strikingly perfect and his hair was slicked back in a very classy way. The smile he was giving you was accompanied by the cutest creases above the corners of his lips, his smile gave off a warm and sweet feeling while his hair and attire gave you a sexy Sugar Daddy feel. How complex can all these boys be?

“I’m Jackson by the way.” Before you could thank him for his sweet and flattering comment he was pushed out of the way by an attractive skinny boy with lips that made Jimin’s look small, his smile a gift from the heavens and the way his brown hair hung beautifully over his right eye. He wasn’t as built as the sugar daddy boy from before but the confidence that was radiating off his pretty tan skin made him seem a lot bigger then his weight would allow him to be. “I’m BamBam, your welcome for blessing you with my awesomeness.” Ah, someone thinks highly of themselves. possibly a tease?

“Oh have I now?” You smirked, crossing your hands over your decently exposed chest. A boy with a soft face and full lips made his way to you giving you a small nod as a hello. “I’m Jinyoung.” His face didn’t match the emotion his words gave off but damn was he attractive, his hair was slightly wavy and parted nicely and it looked so nice against his beautiful completion. You gave him a soft nod back then looked to the next person to come forward.

“I’m Mark.” A huge welcoming smile and you would have sworn his smile could cure cancer and any form of sorrow, and if it weren’t for the slight shaking of your hand from seeing the two lovers in the back, you would have believed it too. His eyes opened the doors of bliss in sinful ways while his smile and soft hair gave you the option to pick heavenly bliss, just by looking at him you could tell he held the key to both worlds.

“Hello, my name is Youngjae.” Your eyes met the sweetest of eyes, with dark brown locks falling perfectly above both, if you were to look up the definition of 'soft’ there would be a picture of this man. His cute pouty like lips and eyes that hid behind his eyelids when he smiled the way he did, not to mention the overly cute creases under his eyes. “You are so cute I literally am dying.” You couldn’t stop the words from escaping your lips and the moment they did, a red tint spread throughout his cheeks.

“He is isn’t he,” A man with a similar sugar daddy look as Jackson, extended his hand in which you took. “I'm Jaebum by the way, but you can call me Jb.” His hair was styled similar to Jackson’s except JB’s hair was a beautiful reddish brown color. “What about you? What’s your name?” You asked the tall beautiful boy standing next to BamBam. His hair was messy (in the sexiest way) and you weren’t sure if it was a strawberry blonde or a brown with blonde streaks, it seemed to change in the light of the club, and if you would have just made eye contact with him across the club you could have sworn he would have persuaded you into not so innocent acts, but the slight tint in his cute cheeks made you aware that he was just a shy cutie. “Yugyeom.” His smile was soft and sweet and you couldn’t help but smile back.

Jackson clapped his hands together and smiled a smile that was right between sweet and devilish. “Now that we have all been properly introduced, lets drink." 

One shot turned into two shots, which turned to three, you tried to drink the pain away but your guardian angel wasn’t allowing you too. You tried to focus on the loud cheers and tipsy games of truth or shots, you cheered along with the seven new boys and six of the others trying not to make eye contact with the mint haired god sitting a few feet away from you. More shots came your way and your only thought was bottoms up.

"Damn Y/n, keep drinking like that and you’re gunna tell us all your secrets.” BamBam laughed, nudging you softly. You locked eyes with his and downed another, “Who says I have any secrets to tell?” sending a playful wink his way sent howls from a handful of the boys.

“Sweetheart, everyone as secrets.” His cocky smile and playful eyes were welcoming you into a game you knew you could win with only a few moves. “Ask me anything then.” The boys watched in silence at the teasing game that could easily be interpreted as flirting.

“Do you masturbate?" Ah, so his first move was to attempt to embarrass me. Cute.  

"Whenever I have the room to myself, see but you already knew I did because Its a common thing, but what you thought was going to happen was I’d get embarrassed and you’d win this little unofficial game. Try again.”

“Okay, looks like I’ll have to bring out the big guns,” He squinted his eyes slightly and looked you straight in the eyes. “Do you ever think of Hoseok in sexy ways?” The way he emphasized 'sexy’ only told you how immature and adorable this boy was and perhaps that would have been a good question… but you were never ashamed of anything when it came to Hobi, because there would never be feelings there.

“Of course I do, he is sexy as fuck,” BamBam’s eyes widened ever so slightly at the blunt answer, but you weren’t finished yet. “If your asking me if I’ve ever thought of wanting to fuck him, then the answer is still yes. Of course that thought has run through my mind, he may be my best friend but I am human.” Hoseok howled in approval of your answer leaving BamBam to bite the inside of his mouth in failure. Checkmate.

“Do you masturbate?" Yoongi awaited your answer, curious as to what side of Y/n, BamBam was bringing out. The soft and embarrassed Y/n that gets red from the simplest of things, like when he placed his hand on her thigh that night in the train car, or if BamBam was bring out the blunt and unphased Y/n.

"Whenever I have the room to myself, see but you already knew I did because Its a common thing, but what you thought was going to happen was I’d get embarrassed and you’d win this little unofficial game. Try again.” Blunt and unphased. Yoongi let out a low groan as the liquor coursed through his veins and allowed him to imagine you laying in Hoseok’s bed, pleasuring yourself under the sheets, letting out those pretty moans of yours. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining you with your head thrown back, a few matted down hairs in your face, your eyes shut closed and your mouth open agape. Luckily the loud music and the loud boys around, Jennie didn’t hear his lustful growl, but the growing bulge was something he couldn’t exactly hide. There was only one thing he could do. 

He gripped his hands tighter around the beautiful girl and pressed her slightly against his member, her eyes met him in a suddenly hungry way. “What are you going to do about this?" He whispered into her ear softly, forgetting it was even Jennie in the first place, your face plastering the walls of his mind. 


All the boys laughed at BamBam’s defeat and praised your honest win, you couldn’t help but laugh as well and stealing a small glance in Yoongi’s direction. The smile on your face dropped and your heart was pleading with each break to turn away but your head disagreed, not allowing you to turn away from him leaving small marks on her neck and her giggling into his every touch. They were to caught up in their intimacy to notice you looking. Watching. Dying.

The boys not noticing anything because they were too busy congratulating Hoseok and the others on having someone as amazing as you, well at least you thought know one noticed. You didn’t see Mark and Jinyoung watching silently while also participating in the conversation to not make the observing noticeable, your eyes were glued to his wandering hands and her closed eyes.

A sweet voice snapped you out of your staring and you looked up to see Mr. Two worlds smiling at you with that cancer curing smile. "Y/n, dance with me?” Only it wasn’t much a question as it was a demand, and the settle wink he sent your way caused a hint of pink to color your pale cheeks. The boys howled as they watched Mark take your hand and lead you to the white dance floor, it wasn’t until you were surrounded by unfamiliar faces and sweaty bodies that Mark pulled you close and brought his lips to your ear.

“So, you like Yoongi.” It was at that moment that you knew he had seen everything.

Your silence answered him as he continued to hold you close almost like he was to scared that you were going to crumble if he let go, it didn’t matter that the crowd around you was grinding and twerking, Mark continued to sway you and hold you tight. “I’m going to buy you ice cream and we are going to go talk. Its not a question.”


You: Mark is going to take me home and buy me ice cream, I love you Hoseok. See you when you get home.

Mark sat in silence as you spilled every last detail of you last couple of months, from Minho to the train car to now, occasionally he would nod his head or add an “mhmm.” Just so you knew he was listening and usually you weren’t one to spill your personal business to anyone that wasn’t Hoseok, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to run away from the silent heartbreak you were going through.

“How come you and Hoseok never got together?” He asked, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. The question startled you slightly but it wasn’t uncommon for people’s curiosity to surface, he noticed the slight shock and quickly apologized for his prying. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I was just curious."  

"No, no, its okay. I mean me and Hoseok have asked each other the same question, we’ve kissed before, made out a few times, actually we have had sex once,” You let out an embarrassed chuckle, Mark looked at you with a shocked smile and wide eyes not believing the confession. “DONT TELL ANYONE OKAY! Anyways, we just don’t see each other in that light.. we don’t look at each other and see nothing but stars in each others eyes, we don’t get butterflies and a stomach flip when we see each other. We are more than a brother/sister relationship but less then anything romantic.”

“What about Yoongi?” Your eyes stared aimlessly at the empty chocolate chip ice cream tub sitting on the coffee table, just hearing his name sent a squeeze to your heart. “What about him?”

“Do you see stars in his eyes?" 

"Mark…. I see the whole fucking galaxy.”

Yoongi and Jennie walked casually back to their spot from the club bathroom, his neck being the home of a new purple mark and judging by Jennie’s ever so slightly messed up lipstick and Yoongi’s unzipped pants went unnoticed due to the slightly tipsy group of men, the only two sober enough to drive being Jinyoung and Jin. “Do you guys want to come over to the house, Mark and Y/n are already there.” Yoongi’s heart stopped as he heard your name, and it wasn’t until the fact you were home alone with Mark, that his stomach dropped. Where you and Mark fooling around? Where you and Mark playing the tipsy game that you and he played two months prior? He felt terrible thinking about the cute beauty mark you had right underneath your right breast, or the way you looked moaning his name, he knew it wasn’t fair to Jennie. "Yoongi are you coming with us?“ Hoseok asked, snapping Yoongi out of his damaged and confused thoughts. He was torn between going to Jennie’s and thinking of nothing but your face or going home and seeing you with Mark, he didn’t want to see you and Mark sharing stares and exchanging purple bruises because he was so sure that Mark’s charm and the liquor on your tongue would get you to play that drunken game. 

"I’m just gunna go ahead and stay with Jennie.” And so that’s what he did. If only he would have come home with the guys he would have seen that you had fallen asleep curled on the couch. No drunken game. No liquor induced touching or kissing.   

 "When did she fall asleep?“  Hoseok asked Mark as he carefully picked you up to take you to bed. Mark had covered your overly exposed body the minute you fell asleep, he didn’t like the fact that you weren’t aware how little your dress was covering when you slept the way he did, he didn’t want you to be so exposed when you didn’t know you were.

"About an hour ago.” All the boys took a seat in random places of the living room as Hoseok carried you to his room and did what he always did when you fell asleep in your clothes, he dressed you in the first t shirt he could find. He kissed your sleepy forehead so thankful you were asleep to not realize Yoongi wasn’t there, so thankful you weren’t awake to make the assumption that Yoongi and Jennie were tangled underneath her sheets.

Hoseok hated the situation you were in, he hated seeing you avoid Yoongi’s eyes and the way you sometimes flinched when Hoseok himself cuddled into you at night. You didn’t notice it but he did, he saw the hurt in your eyes but the smile plastered onto her face.

Hoseok ran his hand through his hair and jogged down the stairs while plopping onto the white beanbag set in the corner of the room. “So Yoongi left with his girl?” Mark asked causing the boys to look at him curiously for his overly concerned tone. “Yeah.” Hoseok huffed, leaning his head back and closing his tired eyes, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t shelter you from everything.


The sun peeked through the slightly opened blinds, practically screaming at you to get out of bed and make a bowl of Kookie’s Captain Crunch cereal. You rolled out of the empty bed, slipping on your fuzzy house shoes making your way down to the kitchen. Jin had left a plate of food in the microwave with a note that read “Y/n, don’t forget to eat and be healthy.” 

“Thanks Jin.” You chuckled to yourself, heating up the delicious food and making yourself a nice cup of coffee, God knows you needed it. The coffee sent a warm sensation down your sleepy body, you hopped up onto the island not caring that you were only wearing your underwear and one of Hoseok’s shirts.

“Well that’s unsanitary.” A very familiar voice rang through your ears so suddenly it caused you to let out a soft squeak.

You were met with a freshly showered Yoongi, he wore a loose fitting white t shirt that allowed his new purple bruises to show. “What are you gunna do? Tell Eomma Jin on me?” Yoongi flashed a gummy smile your way and chuckled at your question, you found it easy to hide your feelings and hurt from him over time but seeing him with her, seeing those marks made everything so much harder.

“I wont tell, but on one condition.”

“And what might this condition be?”

“Can I borrow some foundation please.”

“Follow me then.” You replied hopping off the island and making your way towards the staircase, little did you know your legs were driving Yoongi crazy, because even bare faced and tired you still looked like the most beautiful girl in the world to him.

He followed you up the stairs and into you and Hoseok’s shared bathroom, you rummaged through your makeup until you found the shade that matched Yoongi’s skin. “Here you go you little horn dog.” You sent a teasing wink his way, that yes indeed took everything out of you. Yoongi unscrewed the top and dabbed a bit of the light substance on his finger and began to poorly apply it to his love bites. “Uh huh and what about you brat?” He knew deep down he didn’t want to hear the details of the night he thought you had, but his head kept telling him he needed to know. “First off give me that, you are not covering anything up pabo,” You snatched the foundation from his hand along with your beauty blender from your bag. “Secondly, what are you talking about?”

You grabbed your concealer and dabbed a few dots onto his freshly bruised neck, then began covering them with the foundation. Yoongi looked down at your beautiful bare face as you covered the marks Jennie left, trying hard not to admire your furrowed brows and your boxy poker face. “You came home with Mark.” Yoongi waited for any reaction from you and when you chuckled and looked up at him he held his breath without even realizing it. “And you think I had sex with him?”

You finished covering up the marks and looked up at his beautiful brown eyes, the one that held galaxies, you would be lying if you said you weren’t hurt that he’d think that of you but you knew how it looked that night.  His silence was answer enough, as you began putting away the covering tools. “I didn’t have sex with him pabo, we got ice cream and then I fell asleep.”

Yoongi’s heart raced when those wonderful words left your perfect lips, he knew that even if you had slept with Mark it wouldn’t have been any of his business. Anytime you would look away, he would take in the way you looked in Hoseok’s clothes (even though he wished it were his clothes) and the way your hair was slightly frizzy and messy but you still looked so beautiful and soft.

“Oh yeah, Taehyung is going to go visit his mom this weekend so tonight we are going to cause some trouble. You down?”

“Of course I am.”

You and the seven boys stood quietly in front of an oh so inviting white brick wall, cans of spray paint filled Namjoon’s backpack and the slightly dim street lamp above was the only source of light to illuminate yalls canvas. You clapped your hands together and allowed the apple flavored lollipop to rest in between your lips as you were the first one to grab a can. “Lets do this.” Within moments you all took a step forward and began spray painting, the once white wall had traces of yellow, red, green and few spots of purple. You pushed everyone aside lightly and took the only unused color to finish the vandalized wall.

'Forever Young’ Taking a step back to admire the work, the statement that perfectly described the family you had made, that living in the moment never died no matter how the years went by, you tossed the lollipop stick towards the wall when you are saw bright white lights followed by a loud booming voice.

“STOP RIGHT THERE!" Your heart dropped down to your stomach as everyone tossed the cans back in Joon’s backpack and we all ran an opposite way. 'If we get caught, run, most likely two officers so run in different directions’ You didn’t see Hoseok trying to reach for your arm when you bolted, your brain told you to keep running and to not look back and it wasn’t because you didn’t care for the others but you weren’t as fast, you had to bolt.

Sirens blared through your ears, seeing the faint bright lights coming from somewhere behind you. Left turn, right turn, run and don’t look back. Suddenly the sirens got louder, filling your ears with the sound of danger; you didn’t know where to go until a hand gripped your wrist and pulled you into the shadows of the side of the nearest building. 

"Shh.” The familiar voice and hands held you tight and safe. A hand placed firmly over your mouth while the other was wrapped fastened around your waist, your hand gripped his wrists tightly out of nervousness, his breath hitting the back of your neck. He was close enough to smell the apple shampoo and the faint smell of cherry still lingering on lips from his sucker, the way you could feel his beating heart against your back calmed yours. 

He could feel your chest rise and fall in a very frantic matter, but it wasn’t from the sudden grip he had on you but from the fear of almost getting caught. Yoongi didn’t remove his hands from your mouth or waist until the sirens and light went zooming past trying to catch anyone of the seven. Slowly he removed his hand from your mouth but not yet the one wrapped firmly around your waist.

“I could have been a serial killer you know?” He whispered, you turned your head slightly to look up at his face that was covered by the shadows of the building, only the whites of his eyes were clear to you. “I just knew it was you.”

The two of you stood there I silence not seeming to care that his arm was still around you, not even realizing the close proximity of your faces. The smell of faint green apple escaped your lips and never before did he find the fruit so damn intoxicating.

“Forever Young.”

You looked at Yoongi with a puzzled expression while he let the two words dance upon his tongue. The two of you were heading back to the car, the moon illuminating his figure in such a beautiful manner that you were almost positive you could write an entire song about just this moment.

He noticed the confusion on your face, it was look of pure curiosity and innocence, something he had never seen from you before. “Forever we are young, Under the flower petals raining down.” The words so well thought out and beautiful, so effortlessly he wrote music simply by looking at two words on  wall. You didn’t have to ask if he had just wrote that because you knew he did, you knew because one side of his mouth seemed to curl up, it was almost as though one side of his mouth was the one speaking.

“I run, so lost in this maze, Forever we are Young. Even when I fall and hurt myself I keep running towards my dream.”

He watched her closely as she took in his lyrics and added more, he had noticed that writing came easy to you, when your mind was in the zone it could be a matter of minutes before you came up with a chorus or hook. Your lyrics fit with his perfectly, he couldn’t help but watch the way you looked up at the sky almost like you were asking the stars for help. 'Oh but baby, those stars don’t shine nearly as bright as the ones you hold in your eyes’

There was nothing to be said because when it came to talking about music, he never needed to explain because you just understood. Your lyrics played in his head, relating oh so well with the feeling of being trapped in a maze, he didn’t notice your slight shiver at first but when a strong chilly breeze came and hit the both you, he heard a small gasp leave your lips.

“Here.” He tossed you his white and blue bomber without hesitation, he didn’t care that he was left in a white t shirt and black suspenders, he wanted you warm. No matter how cute you looked with a rosy nose and tinted cheeks.

“No, keep it I’m fine pabo.” Stubborn. He was just more stubborn.

“You don’t really have a choice brat, put on the jacket.” You stopped dead in your tracks staring at him with taunting eyes ready to play the game of Stubborn.

“No, I at least have long sleeves, you have a fucking t shirt.” Yoongi smirked at your small body clutching his jacket in your hands and without another thought he snatched the jacket from your hands and forced it on your shoulders.

“Now I can either zip you up in this jacket or you can just make it easy on us and stick your hands through." You just crossed your arms and stared up at him not budging. He slowly began to zip up the jacket, admiring your body along the way, he was closer to you now smiling down at your slightly softened glare. He loved your stubborn glare and your scrunched up red nose, he loved the green apple lingering on your lips like even they couldn’t get enough of you…he loved…you.



Would You Have The Guts To Say?

Requested by Anon:  Something cute with Gee Way, please?

I may have got carried away with this and made it super long but oh well, I love Gee so……~A 

Finally it was the end of the school week and beginning of spring break so you were able to just go home and relax instead of working on homework or projects, you couldn’t wait to just get home and collapse. As you put your things into your bag from your locker you thought of things you wanted to do during spring break, most of them including your best friend Gerard in some way or another; hang out with Gee, go to the city with Gee, celebrate Gee’s birthday, learn some things on guitar, movie marathons etc. You couldn’t help but include Gerard in most of your plans, he was you best friend since grade school and the person who you could tell anything, well…..almost anything. The one thing you could never muster the courage to tell him is how much you like him, the crush on him was too big and your confidence was too small to do something as daring as tell the adorable, awkward guy how much you loved him. 

You were brought out of your thoughts by the laughter that was like music to your ears, you turned around and saw Gerard, Frank, Mikey, and Ray walk down the corridor towards you. “Hey (Y/N), excited for spring break?” Frank asked as they reached your locker, you nodded and smiled at Gerard as he opened his locker next to yours. “You actually going let me to do something for your birthday this year Gee? Or will it just be movies and pizza again?” You asked teasingly as you closed your locker. “Of course I want pizza and movies,we have a great time watching them and messing around during the food breaks.” He said as he got the things he needed from his locker. You guys started walking down the hallway to the entrance of the school as you talked about his ‘party.’ “Okay, I’ll be round yours on Monday for movies and pizza.” You said rolling your eyes. “Cant wait to see you there, have a good weekend.” Gerard said as he gave you a hug then let you get on your bus. 

Monday came around and you had subconsciously dressed up a bit more than what you usually would for just hanging out, you had done your makeup (only winged eyeliner, mascara, light eye shadow, and a bit of foundation) and instead of wearing leggings and a pyjama shirt like you usually would, you had pulled on some comfortable skinny jeans and a new band shirt you had gotten. 

You reached Gerard and Mikey’s house at 5 and already saw Ray’s car on the road in front of the house. You rang the doorbell but didn’t know if they’d hear since you could hear Frank and Gerard’s laughter from inside and their music which was pretty loud, however, after a couple of seconds the door was opened and you were greeted by the birthday boy himself. His eyes had widened slightly at you and he smiled softly. “H-Hey, um, you- you look good.” He stuttered, causing you to blush. You felt a tad over dressed but you didn’t mind too much. He stepped aside to let you into the house which was full of laughter, you walked down into Gerard’s bedroom room where all the noise was coming from and sat down on Frank who was on the floor laughing. “(Y/N) get your ass off me!” Frank whined as he tried to push you off. “Not going to happen Frankie.” You laughed and looked down at him and his pouty lip. “Okay guys, the pizza should be here in ten so chose the movie, Mikes, come help me with the popcorn and drinks.” Gerard said with a grin before disappearing with his brother. 

“So (Y/N), when you going to ask Gee out?” Frank said casually causing you to almost choke on your own saliva, you slipped off his stomach and looked at him in horror. “How-” Before you could ask him anything he finished off the sentence. “How do I know? Let’s just say I’m psychic.” He said jokingly with a grin. You gave him a death glare and he laughed even more. “Nah, I’m just good at reading people, and when you’re around him all I can see if how much you want to kiss him.” Frank continued with a teasing tone. You grabbed the toy sword Gerard had in his room and pointed it at Frank’s neck. “Say anything to him Iero and I’ll put you six foot under.” You said threateningly causing Ray to laugh at both the threat and Frank’s worried face.

After two movies you were all in need of a small break to use the bathroom, stretch your limbs, get some fresh air, and get food. You were alone in the kitchen with Gerard as you made up some popcorn and talked with him, however, all you could think about was you crush on him, how long it had been going on, and you were debating on telling him about it. “You okay (Y/N)? You seem a bit spaced out?” Gerard asked, snapping you from your thoughts. You looked up into his soft hazel eyes and smiled softly. “Yeah.” You said quietly with a nod. “Just got some stuff on my mind, that’s all.” You mumbled and he quirked an eyebrow up at you. “What’s going on in that skull of yours?” He asked with a smile. 

You looked down at your hands and took a couple of deep breaths deciding that it was time to stop being so cowardly. “I-I, umm, I really like you Gee, a-as in like like you.” You mumbled, staring at your hands. “God that sounded stupid um.” You closed your eyes, anxiety bubbling only to be extinguished by a pair of soft lips on your forehead. You looked up to see Gerard smiling wide in front of you with rosy cheeks. “I like like you too.” He said laughing, your heart stopped and you looked at him with wide eyes. “Are you serious?” You whispered and he just nodded then stepped closer to you, you could feel him trembling from a couple of inches away and knew that he was just as terrified as you. “You mean everything to me (Y/N), I-I’ve been too scared to tell you before and it seems you have more guts than me but I do, really like you and I was maybe wondering, if you wanted to, we could possibly go out some time, l-like- like on a date.” He said nervously, you grinned and nodded at him. “Of course I’d want to Gee.” You said softly and he grinned wider as he stared into your sparkling eyes. “C-Can I k-kiss you?” He asked quietly and you blushed deeply before nodding. He pressed his slightly chapped lips to yours in a kiss and you had never felt happier, you wrapped your arms around his waist as you kissed back. 

After what felt like hours, you both pulled away with matching grins, you set your forehead on his and looked at him. “Happy birthday Gee.” You whispered before you heard Ray call up the stairs for you guys to come back down with the popcorn.

We Found Love

Characters : Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Song : Thinking Out Loud by Alex G

Summary : You were just a college girl trying to make a living for herself in LA. It was beyond scary. But after getting a great opportunity to go out to the premiere for Thor, you were able to meet amazing people, and one that would forever change your life. Now three years later, you were getting ready for your wedding day. 

A/N : Requested by anon. I really hope who ever sent this in, enjoys it! xx.

Originally posted by proudhiddlestoner

You felt your stomach twist and churn and nerves filled you. Though you tried to shake it, you couldn’t. You were excited to marry your best friend, the guy who has been nothing but perfect and yet you were extremely nervous. 

“You ready?” Your best friend asked. 

You took in a deep breath and nodded. Today was going to be a day you would never forget. 

The doors slowly swung open, and the music began to play. Your heart was pounding profusely, but as you laid your eyes on him, all your worries, all your nerves disappeared. As well as his. 

The second he laid his eyes on you, he couldn’t help but choke up. The tears stained his cheeks as he stared endlessly at you. He couldn’t believe he was marrying the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. Watching you giggle to yourself, he knew right there he was beyond the luckiest man on earth. And he couldn’t be more thankful to have you. 

He flashed a soft smile, trying to hold his composure as you started down the aisle. His stomach fluttered with every step you took. 

The closer you got to him, the less you were able to fight the tears. 

Reaching him, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and smiled. His tears slightly blurring his vision. “You look beautiful.” he mouthed. 

And just like that, it was just you two. Everyone else around you disappeared into oblivion, and you were only able to see him. 

“How did I get so lucky? Before I met you, I felt lonelier than ever. I was beginning to feel as though I would never find someone to grow old with. But then you were standing there, in a beautiful blue dress, shivering because it was so cold.” You along with everyone else chuckled simultaneously. “And I gave you my jacket to stay warm. Though I was freezing my butt off, I would do it all over again just to see that smile that made me fall for you.” He began to feel the knot form in the back of his throat, causing him to choke up once again. He took in a deep breath, as you flashed a soft smile at him, tears streaming down your cheeks. “You showed me what it was to love, to really love someone. And I cant thank you enough for being the reason I wake up every morning.” 

He took a moment to catch a breath, as you wiped his tears. “I vow from this day on to never give up. To show you every day just how amazing you are, and remind you that I love you, even when you are annoyed with me. I will always love you until the moment I take my last breath.” 

You were such a mess, that you weren’t even sure if you could say your vows. But you somehow managed to pull yourself together. 

“Tom, I cant begin to describe just how whole and loved I feel since you came into my life. I was so caught up with work, and school that I took life for granted. But since I met you, you have shown me what life is truly about. I had lost myself, and you brought me back.” Your voice was shaky, along with your breathing. “I love you so much, and I promise to continue putting us first. I promise to never go to bed angry and to do the dishes whenever you cook.” 

He let out a soft chuckle, his cheeks aching from smiling so much. 

“I love you.” He mumbled. 

“I love you too.” You whispered. 

The pastor asked for the rings to be slipped on. And though you were shaking, you were able to place it on to his finger. 

Originally posted by moan-s

“I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may now kiss the bride.” 

He cupped your face, and pulled you crashing his lips to yours. Cheers and laughter filled the air. You were both on cloud nine, not able to stop smiling. 

The night was nothing but laughter and smiles along with a few tears shed from family and friends. It was such a fairytale. From the first dance, to the speeches, to cutting the cake and dancing the night away with everyone. 

You and Tom would constantly get lost in each other, falling more and more in love. which you didn’t think was possible. 

But as hours passed, it was time to leave. 

Walking out, you were greeted by everyone lined up one each side with sparkles pointed high in the sky. It was such a bittersweet send off, but you were happy to spend alone time with Tom. 

You waved goodbye, still hand in hand as you walked down the short hill where your car waited. 

“I’ll race you.” You raised a brow at him. 

“Are you sure? With your heels?” He chuckled. 

You held on to his shoulder as you removed your shoes and held them in your hand. “Okay, go!” 

You both darted off down the grassy field. Laughing loudly, feeling the warm breeze breeze against you. 

Tom was the first to reach the car just a second before you. As he turned around, you ran straight into his arms. Squealing as you smiled from ear to ear. He lifted you off the ground and spun you around, pressing his lips to yours. 

Originally posted by mariaslittlestuff

“I love you, Y/N Hiddleston.” He whispered. 

“I love you too.”

Isaac Lahey Imagine- Because Of Me (Part 3)

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“Brett!” you shouted for the hundredth time. You had been walking around the forest all night looking for him, ignoring the clear pain from every aching being of your body. Maybe Malia was right- you did need extra track practice. You walked and shouted until you physically couldn’t anymore so you sat on a mossy log to catch your breath. You took your phone out your bag and began to scroll through all your missed calls and texts. Three missed calls from Stiles, two from Kira and about seven from Malia. A text from Stiles, ‘Where the hell are you?’. Another from Liam, ‘We’re all worried, why didn’t you show up to the meeting?’. Two from Scott, ‘If you don’t get here now something must of happened and we’re coming to look for you’ and ‘We just got the memo, I hope everything’s ok, call me when you can’. Then there were several texts from Lydia, you didn’t open the chat you could already see what one said, ‘Isaac text me, what in the world?!?! I’m waiting for you in the coffee shop-’ you didn’t want to see the rest. You locked your phone and shoved it into your back pocket, “Great” you sighed. Now the whole pack pretty much knows what you’ve done. What were you thinking? On second thought you weren’t. Brett was the one thing you had going good for you and you blew it, all over some stupid fantasy that you could go back to Isaac and everything would be fine. You weren’t entirely sure who you hurt the most because at the moment you felt the most broken. You put your head in your hands, you know you’re hurt when the tears wont fall. Regardless, that was a real dick move for Isaac to tell your friends like that, without even talking to you about it.

You lifted your head and picked yourself back up, it was best that you went to the coffee shop, you knew Lydia would be worried about you and it wasn’t long until closing time. You huffed and began to head back in the same direction, pulling your bag onto your shoulder with a sense of nervousness and discomfort after the realization of being on your own, in the forest, at night without any supernatural defence kicked in. You were storming through the narrow trees when you heard a twig snap from behind you, due to Allison drilling some of her hunter training into you, your immediate reaction was to pick up the first branch you saw and snap it in half to get a pointed end. You then flung yourself around but they caught your arm before you could stab them. “Brett” you sighed, slowly lowering the stick and dropping it onto the ground. “I cant believe you would do this, with him of all people! It’s like the second he came back you became distant and started lying to me” he exclaimed, you were ashamed but there was a slight bit of relief when you saw how much he actually cared. “I know” you said staring at him. “Don’t deny it you-” he began but cut himself off after realising what you said. “I know I’ve been off with you, but can you blame me? Me and Isaac were together since freshman year, that’s how much we’ve been through together” you stated. “This isn’t about you and Isaac, Y/N. This is about us!” he shouted. “I’m sorry ok! I’m sorry I’ve been such a terrible girlfriend, I’m sorry I cant control my feelings and I’m sorry I’m not good enough. I’m not good enough for anyone!” you shouted back, with hurt more so than anger in your voice. “Why are you turning this back on me? You’re the one letting your ex latch onto you!” he was still shouting, but a bitterness had now crept in. “I’m done, I am so done” your lips quivered. “What do you mean you’re done? You were about to cheat on me, remember?” he was raising his voice, but no longer shouting. With the dignity and pride you had left you carried on walking, ignoring Brett calling your name.

By the time you got to the coffee house, your eyes were puffy and your face was drenched in not only tears but rain from the thunderstorm that had kindly hit you on the way there. You looked through the huge glass opening, seeing the dim yellow light that gave it a comforting and cosy warmth. There were a few people dotted around using the free Wi-Fi and a few staff members that were beginning to clean up. You glanced over to the queue to see Lydia was at the front ordering another cup, you took a deep breath and quickly opened the door. You walked straight over and the second she looked up at you, it just seemed to spill out. “Brett saw Isaac kissing me and I think I just broke up with him” you accidently said quite loudly, throwing your arms around and crying. Everyone stopped their conversations and it fell silent for a second, all their attention fell on you. You were standing there panting after getting that off your chest, with drenched hair and clothes. “Make that two coffees and bring them over” Lydia said quietly to the worker, handing him a 20 dollar bill. She then walked over and put her arm around you, pulling you to one side. They all finally returned to their conversations or put their earphones back in. “You didn’t read my text, did you?” she whispered giving you a sympathetic look. You shook your head with wide eyes and pulled out your phone before reading the text out loud, “…I’m waiting for you in the coffee shop- with the pack” you said slowly. You looked up to see them all sitting on the sofas in the far corner, staring at you awkwardly. You definitely didn’t sign up for this. She walked you over and you both sat on the sofa next to Kira and opposite Malia, Scott and Stiles. Liam was sitting on a single chair he had pulled over, nervously biting his nails. Scott gave you his jacket to put over your shoulders, after noticing you were shivering. They brought over two coffees and you held the mug in your hand, staring down at it. “You don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to” Kira smiled kindly. “Yes she does, now spill” Malia demanded. “Don’t act like you don’t already know, Isaac told you!” you exclaimed, still not looking up. “He only told us that Brett saw you studying with him and he flipped, that’s why you weren’t at the meeting” Scott added. You gave a loud sigh realising you had dropped yourself into this mess, not Isaac. “So back to the beginning, Isaac kissed you?” Stiles asked, clearly disappointed. “Not on the lips- just on the neck” you said, also realising how that sounded. Malia looked kind of happy, she hadn’t known Isaac for long but you guys were her otp, but you could tell she wished it was under better circumstances. “So wait, did you say you broke up with Brett?” Liam asked, also kind of happy. “I think so, I didn’t mean to but I’ve managed to screwed it all up” you groaned. “We can fix this!” Stiles said full of hope and optimism. “Well what if she doesn’t want it to be fixed?” Malia said glaring at Stiles. They then both proceeded to have a small squabble as to why you were better off with Isaac than Brett or Brett than Isaac. “What do you want?” Lydia asked, rubbing your arm comfortingly. “I don’t know anymore” you shook your head. This was certainly going to be a long night.

Luckily, the next day was a Saturday so you were able to avoid your friends for at least two more days. You were in your room listening to music but even that couldn’t drown out the loud thoughts swirling around your mind. You walked over to your wardrobe, pulling out the first decent outfit you saw and shoved it on. You actually remembered your jacket this time, after nearly drowning the night before. You hesitated for a moment, but thought against telling your friends where you were going (For the last month they made you text them whenever you went out alone). Instead you shoved your phone into your jacket pocket, grabbed your house keys and left. It wasn’t that late anyway. You wanted to go on a walk for a while, to take your mind off things and to clear your head. It’s something you used to do a lot of, before you were sucked into the supernatural world because now you get paranoid a lot. But today you weren’t going to let it bother you. Without a second thought you walked through a random empty side street, you were fine until you heard that noise. The noise that sends shivers down your spine, the noise that torments your nightmares. You slowly turned around to see them walking towards you. “Shit!” you whispered, running further down until you reached a dead end. Your shaky hands reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone, you knew you barley had enough time to make one call. You hesitated between Isaac and Brett, before realising you didn’t have either of them anymore. The second most reliable was Stiles because he always had his phone on him, “Pick up, Pick up” you panicked, noticing they were glitching closer and closer. “Hey it’s Stiles”. You sighed in relief but before you could open your mouth it continued, “You’ve reached my voicemail, so leave a message”. “This isn’t happening” you mumbled, running your hand through your hair. When it finally beeped you spoke as quick as you could, “Stiles I’m scared. The Dread Doctors are going to take me, please don’t let them kill me. I don’t know where I am and no one’s around. I’m so scared, you have to find me, please-” you began, while salty tears ran down your face. You looked around to see some rusty metal stairs that led to the roof of some old factory building. You threw your phone at the main dread doctor, you though it would buy you some time, but it just hit off its metal mask and smashed to the floor. You quickly ran over and up the stairs constantly turning to look behind you, when you didn’t see them at the bottom of the staircase you thought you’d lost them. But as you made it onto the roof there they were, already waiting for you. Typical- you should of seen that one coming.

“Do you think she’s ok?” Liam asked. “This is the second meeting she’s missed, something must be up” Malia said concerned. “Maybe she doesn’t want to see Isaac” Kira said nervously, while glancing at him. “She’s not coming” Stiles said, walking into Scott’s livingroom and holding his phone. He had tears in his eyes and he looked disappointed in himself. He played the voicemail for them all, all of them looked down at their hands or the floor while sitting on the edge of their seats. They couldn’t help but blame themselves for this happening. “We’re not letting them touch Y/N” Scott said, suddenly standing up. “What’s the plan?” Lydia asked, as the rest of them stood up. “Lydia, go and find Brett. Then go to her house and get him to catch her scent if he needs to” Scott began. “Malia, go with Isaac and try to find where she was taken. Look for any signs of struggle or emotions that can help us find her” he continued. “Kira, go with Liam and try to find their lab. Liam, remember to use all your senses to find it again.” “Stiles, come with me” he continued. “So wait, where are you going?” Liam asked. “If anyone knows it’ll be Theo. We’ll speak to him” Scott answered. “Great” Stiles muttered. “Keep your phones on” Scott stated, as they all flooded back out of his front door.

Lydia took her car and met Brett outside his house, he climbed into the passenger seat and sank into the chair.” Do you erm, need to get her scent?” Lydia asked softly. “No I’ve got it” he said rubbing his face. “This is my fault, I shouldn’t of shouted at her, then she wouldn’t need to go on one of her walks” Brett said shaking his head. “This isn’t your fault, we’re going to find her ok. I promise” Lydia said, glancing at him. “If anything happens to her I’ll never forgive myself” he claimed. “She’s a hard nut to crack, she’ll be fine” Lydia assured. Meanwhile, Isaac and Malia traced your scent to the side street. “That’s her phone” Malia said picking it up. “I think she went up here” Isaac continued, running up the stairs with Malia shorty behind. They noticed the small pool of blood that had stained the floor. “There was definitely a struggle and she’s hurt” Malia exclaimed. “She was scared, angry and for some reason amused” Isaac said furrowing his brows. “Sounds like Y/N” Malia told. “I should of been here, I should of always been here” Isaac mumbled. “How I see it, you cant change the past but you can change the future. So there’s no point blaming yourself when you could be out there looking for her” Malia advised. He nod his head and they carried on looking. “I’m going to find her, I need to” he whispered to himself. “Does this, you know smell familiar to you?” Kira asked. “I’m not sure, I cant do this without Scott” Liam replied. “Yes you can, I know you can. Do it for Y/N, she needs us” Kira encouraged. “What if I screw up? What if she dies because I’m too stupid to figure it out?” Liam asked, kicking the wall of the random tunnel they were in. “Don’t think like that, just breathe” Kira soothed. Liam took her advice and stopped to think for a minute, before tuning in his senses. “It might be this way” he shouted, as the two of them ran through the network of tunnels. “Theo” Scott called. “We know you’re here you little runt” Stiles added. Scott punched Stiles in the arm gently to shut him up, to which Stiles acted like he’d been hit by a hammer. “What do you want?” Theo asked walking forward. “We know you’re working with the dread doctors, where’s their little den?” Stiles asked. “I have no idea what you’re talking about” Theo replied, giving Stiles a sarcastic smile. “They have Y/N” Scott intervened, not wanting to hear them argue again. “Y/N? Why would they take her?” Theo questioned, clearly bewildered. Even though he was a power hungry sociopath, you had always got along with him and he promised he would never hurt you. “Show us where the lab is and we can save her” Stiles said. Theo huffed but still followed Scott and Stiles out to the jeep.

When your eyes finally drifted open you were met with a throbbing pain on your thigh. You looked down to see you had a huge slash mark from the struggle you had on the roof top. Your one arm was chained down so you couldn’t stand up or move very far. You rolled over slightly, your eye sight was still kind of blurry but you could see the shadows of the dread doctors moving. From what you knew about them, it wouldn’t be long until you were strapped down and made one of their experiments. You clenched your eyes shut, out of all the things you’d seen they were by far the creepiest. Even though you’d faced the Alpha in sophomore year, were paralysed by the Kanima, almost killed by the Alpha pack and Darach, watched two of your friends die from the Nogitsune and one suffer from it, helped your friends survive the Deadpool and even came face to face with The Beast, yet still something about the Dread Doctors made your skin crawl. You were lying there, feeling so weak and useless. Maybe being made a fake supernatural creature wasn’t such a bad thing, even if you died you could at least experience power for once, rather than being a useless human waiting to be saved all the time. “Please don’t hurt me” you groaned still in pain, as one of them began to walk over to you. It didn’t speak, it just made noises of banging metal and steam. You closed your eyes again, but before it reached out to touch you, a loud growl echoed around the lab. Along with the sound of loud footsteps from people running shortly behind. There was a fight and a half, you’d never heard them shout and scream so loud while giving out punches and kicks. That’s when you felt someone yank the chains from the wall and pry them off you. You rubbed your wrist and opened your eyes. They put their hand at the back of your head and helped you sit up. “It’s ok, I’m here now, you’re safe” he said softly. “It’s you” you smiled wildly, staring into his eyes. “It’s me” he smiled back, running his hands through your hair. “You saved me” you said weakly, while wincing due to him taking some of your pain away. It was him…

Cliff hanger, I know… Send in your requests as to who you want it to be, Brett or Isaac. I also interpreted a few requests into one, even if I don’t reply to them I would of still seen it x

Maybe Someday

A Kwon Jiyong Story

Summary: She was a rose, and he was the darkness that should have killed it…but when a rose is made of enough light to penetrate even the deepest darkness, sometimes the two are able to become one…

Genre: Fluff, Smut.

Chapter 3.5

‘The end bit…I think we should play around with it, im not sure how that note should finish-‘

‘Okay! Set up a blank track and I’ll play around for a bit and then we can see if any of them sound okay against the song?’ you say into the mic, watching Teddy’s face through the recording room window as you ask the question and seeing him nod distractedly as he clicks at the computer in front of him, before the red recording light flickers on the wall above your head and he sends you a thumbs up before reclining in his chair to listen to what you were going to do. Being a trainee at the company for so many years had its perks when it came to doing jobs, your favourite being during recording sessions with the senior producers who looked down on you like a little sister, and as a consequence had always encouraged you to experiment and try your best with your work, giving you pretty much free reign when it came to vocal recordings and such. 

You could feel yourself relaxing as the beat of the song played on a continuous loop in your headphones giving you endless chances to sing the line in however many ways you wanted to, and you end up closing your eyes as you slip into the melody, running through ways in which you could sing and beginning to test some out automatically, getting lost in your work as you sing to your heart’s content-

-Meaning you miss the moment that he walks in.

You continue to sing, exploring trills and vibrato for the next 5 minutes, transposing into simple extended harmonization which you control from the small loop pedal that had been linked up in the recording room, before sighing frustratedly after you’d decided none of your experimentations sounded right for the song.

‘Y/N, why don’t you come out a minute?’ Teddy suggests gently through the speakers, his soft voice not managing to stop you from tearing your hair out as you hang the headphones up and make for the door, shuffling sadly out into the main room but freezing in your tracks when you glance up at the producer and see that he’s not alone.

‘Hello, Y/N.’

‘Oh…hi.’ You hurry to greet him back nervously, heart suddenly racing a million miles a minute as you scamper to sit on the sofa at the back of the room, presuming they were talking about something that you weren’t invited to before you walked out of the recording room.

‘Jiyong was just making some suggestions of how we could neaten up and finish that bit of the song.’ Teddy pipes up just as you’d unscrewed the lid to your drink, pausing with the bottle half way to your lips as you look up to find the two men staring at you, being surprised to find the attention completely on you, before slowly nodding and screwing the lid back on your bottle without ever taking a sip.

‘Okay, what are we talking-‘

‘Yah! You’re really cute when you’re nervous.’ Jiyong suddenly cuts you off where he was lounged out on the second spinny chair at the desk, his chin in his hand as he regards you, and you can feel the way that heat floods your face as the two of you stare at one another, his smirk crawling under your skin and making your blood warm in your veins- neither of you noticing the way Teddy watches you suspiciously, quickly butting in to turn the attention back to the job at hand.

‘Jiyong! Stop making her flustered! We’re trying to finish the song here. You cant ruin every trainee in this company-‘

‘Hey! That makes me sound awful!-‘

‘Well you know what you do to everyone, your name alone has made people faint in the past.’ Teddy argues, making you incredibly thankful that he’d pulled the attention away from you so that you could recompose yourself, missing the way that Jiyong continues to glance over at you with a smile pulling at his mouth.

‘Anyway, I was telling Teddy, that you have such a beautiful tone and softness to your voice, that instead of going hard, you should turn the song more ballad-y. Because although it would make a wonderful group song, I feel like it would get ruined if you were to push it too hard into something it isn’t.’ he explains, struggling to meet your eye as he basically tells you that the song wasn’t good enough for the debut of your group, and despite his sweet tone and his charm before, you find yourself suddenly growing angry over the fact that the song you’d spent the past few weeks working on, was getting ripped away from you so easily, and by such a beautiful man at that.

‘So, basically, you don’t like it?’ you state more than ask, the question leaving you so suddenly that you don’t have chance to stop yourself from saying it. But at that point the anger in you had already taken over, and you were standing up to leave the room before contemplation of what he’d said was ever a thought in your mind.

‘No, that’s not what im- Y/N! Wait!’

You let his voice drift away behind you as you leave the room, grabbing your bag on the way out and storming off down the corridor, wishing you didn’t have such a hot temper, whilst also wishing you knew what the burning feeling in your chest was, the same burning that was plucking at your eyes and trying to pry tears from you as you pressed the button for the elevator.

‘Y/N! Wait up! Y/N-‘

The minute his voice fills the corridor behind you you head for the staircase beside the lift, not wanting him to catch up to you and see how you were crying over the fact that he didn’t like your song, needing to escape before he could realize your embarrassed state.

But unfortunately its just as the door slams behind you and you’re half way down the stairs to the floor below, that his hand suddenly grabs your arm and you’re spun to face him, back being pressed to the wall as his face emerges before you, coated in worry and concern.

‘Y/N, didn’t you hear me calling you? -I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant-‘

‘You don’t have to explain yourself, Jiyong. I can get the hint when a song isn’t good-‘

‘Then why are you crying?’ he cuts in, still holding your arm as he dips his head down slightly to look you in the eye, trying to offer a reassuring smile, but the look comes off as ridiculing and you’re quick to snatch your wrist from him as your anger flares again.

‘Because….-well… just because I get the hint, doesn’t mean I like it. …Just- just go and change the song with Teddy and I’ll come in and rerecord it in the morning. I’m too tired now-‘

‘Y/N? Stop. -Y/N, look at me.’ He says quietly, his body blocking your exit, and so after a moment of tense quiet, you look up at him with a sigh, having to muster the courage to do so, but once you catch sight of the concern on his face, that face- the one that had been on millions of tv and computer screens, and all over the tabloids, you get captivated by him, and cant help but stand watching him, waiting for him to speak.

‘I never said I hated the song, in fact, I was trying to imply quite the opposite- and im not just saying that so that you’ll stop crying,’ he quips, smiling sadly at you and forcing you to remember your tearstained face, quickly rubbing under your eyes, and becoming bashful when he’s suddenly handing you a handkerchief that he pulls from his pocket.

‘What I was trying to say, is that I’d hate for that song to get ruined by forcing a pop beat into it, when you clearly wrote it from the bottom of your heart…and when a song has that much emotion in it, it needs to be sung as it was intended- by the songwriter who wrote it. …plus…-your voice is one of the most beautiful voices I’ve ever heard.’

You end up chewing on your lip as you feel your head triple in size with his compliment, having to look down at the floor so that he couldn’t see how dizzy you’d become from how nice he was being. But that’s before his fingertips are suddenly touching your chin and he’s lifting your face gently to look at him, revealing the warm smile he was watching you with.

‘So…will you come back and record the song with me and Teddy? I promise I’ll try not to say anything else to upset you.’ He murmurs, shooting you a lopsided grin, and you cant help but let a chuckle slip from yourself at his attempt to cheer you up- which completely and utterly worked- the sound making him smile wider, before you nod and sniff to try and get a hold of yourself.

‘Come on then.’ He mutters, surprising you by finding your hand with his and beginning to pull you back up the stairs, the intimate move shocking you into happy silence all the way back to the recording studio.


so it’s pretty daunting, going from being a student in the lower school to being a sixth former, and dropping down from having around 10-14 subjects down to 3-5, as well as the introduction of new peers or moving schools. Ive done it so im gonna spread some of what ive learnt from this past year to you younger folks


  • homies get ur folders big and durable, especially for things like maths (my friend used up a whole thick binder for maths by Christmas, so keep that in mind)
  • don’t feel u have to spend loads on supplies, u’ll probably break them/lose them
  • but don’t feel you cant have ur nice studyspo stationary u do u boo
  • get urself a big ass refill pad. That is your life now. Don’t lose it.
  • I would recommend getting an a4 expandable file (i have one from flying tiger) for putting any loose sheets/things that need hole-punching/things that need filing. I got one at the beginning of the year and it has saved my life and watered my crops ever since
  • always bring ur textbooks to lessons
  • if you don’t use poly pockets (I don’t) then keep at least one at the back of every folder to put in stuff that doesn’t fit or whatever
  • if you want to take rough notes and rewrite them, then do it, but u might get left behind in copying up, so be aware of that
  • do ur homework in ur frees
  • no messin around
  • i mean it
  • keep up any sports/hobbies. These will keep you sane during times of stress, trust me (my weekly dance lessons keep me sane, I don’t think id be as chill as I am without them)
  • don’t feel pressured into getting a job/learning to drive if you don’t want/need to.
  • same goes for drinkin and parties. Yall are underaged obviously but that doesn’t mean that ppl aren’t gonna do it, so don’t feel u have to if you don’t want to
  • for the first few weeks/months (say until Christmas) be really on top of your homework, always hand it in on time. Then if you need an extension on something, teach will be more chill with giving you an extension than if you are always late giving in homework
  • ton’t overwork ourselves, give yourself some free time
  • try and make at least one friend for each subject (if you don’t already have any) so if you miss a lesson u have someone to catch up from
  • if you want to, try out for prefect/house official roles. Its good practise for job interviews, and if you don’t try, u’ll never know
  • also if it doesn’t work out don’t  get too down (or bitter)
  • help the younger years and don’t be mean to them. Yes they are small and very scared of u so be nice.



How is the work load different ?? And how does it feel from going from 7 subjects (?) To only a few ?

generally, you are expected to do more work independently, like doing reading/extra reading around the subject and revising throughout the year, as well as essays more frequently than for gcse. however, for my subjects, the amount of work has felt a lot less, as I have free periods within the week, where I got the majority of my work done

I went from doing 13 subjects down to 5, and it honestly felt so liberating, especially now that im doing subjects that I actually care about, and even though all of my lessons are longer now, they don’t seem to drag on nearly as much as the single shorter lessons I had last year, for things like maths or biology, and I don’t feel like the work is as dull bc I enjoy the subjects.


This is kinda a complicated question but i’d love if you answered it, so for igcse bio for example, each chapter (2-3 pages) would take maybe a class or two to go over it, how many classes or hours does each chapter take during a levels?

honestly, it depends on what classes you do. for me, for English, we’ve spent roughly a term on each section, like modernist poetry one term and then Dracula and Dorian analysis the next term, but for economics, it can take between one lesson to two weeks of lessons to cover a topic, depending on how long the chapter is and how quickly  your class picks it up.


how do you cope with such heavy content?

Im not sure entirely what u mean by heavy content, but for things that are maybe more dry in subject (like history) honestly do some extra reading to help you understand things better, it doesn’t even have to be books, it can be youtube videos, podcasts, songs, just something separate from ur textbook and class notes to help get a fresh perspective/someone else explaining it to you can really help (crash course is good, even if u aren’t a fan of john green)


i’m starting a levels in september at a different school that no one i know is going to, what would your advice be for making friends and getting the most out of my time there? your blog is gold btw xx

umm, get yourself out there, be nice, smile at people and make eye contact, try and sit with people when you begin class, try not to isolate yourself from people. I personally didn’t move schools, but the people that joined our were all super rad great fun and have integrated into friendship groups which is pretty rad,  and ive made some pretty great friends with the new people, so don’t be afraid to put yourself out there. Also there will definitely be new people there as well, so try not to stress too much! (also find something to talk about, like our whole form bonded during futures week over bake off and Brexit (it happened in the introduction week)) also I find that generally ppl are more chill and grown up in sixth form? and the people there want to be there but yeah (yikes I rambled a lot!)

if u have any other specific questions, feel free to ask me!

love, helena 🐝
Boyfriend! au - Wooseok

Ok so warning before I was told this has a different feel than my other aus but thats cuz wooseok is my bf & i have a different kind of love for him lol

Originally posted by yeo1

  • Ok just so yall know this is gonna be based off one of my dreams of wooseok and it was great so ur welcs
  • Now it might not sound great at first, but wooseok gonna be a fuckboy/troublemaker lol
  • Like i know wtf…..but just imagine his dark ass clothing…..& the fuckin lip ring
  • Yep that lip ring haunts me in my dreams cuz it was so hot lol
  • Ok so u & wooseok in college, u both work hard in ur majors, but in ur free time u guys are dipshits lol
  • One thing u guys like to do is prank ur friends (sorry pentagon lmao)
  • This is literally how u guys became friends lol
  • Like one night u guys both end up being at some boring lake house party
  • & u were inside for most of the night just relaxing & talking to people u know no biggie
  • But as soon people began moving inside to sleep or ;) u were like bye nasties
  • So u walked outside to see the mess of what was a party
  • …but then u see this super tall skinny guy, obviously drunk, trying to toss this other tall guy into the lake thats just laughing
  • & ur like oh shit trying to save the drunk guy from drowning lol so u grab a really large floatie, big enough for the drunk guy to lay on, and run over to them
  • & u didnt think the guy was sober enough to actually throw the other guy in the water, or realize what he was doing for that matter, but even if they both passed out right there they could drown
  • So despite u telling the super tall (& super attractive) guy he should just put him down he refuses and keeps mumbling “I…have to get…Yuto back for….putting teriyaki sauce in my drink..”
  • And ur like wtf is up with these children
  • But ur also not the type to give up a prank

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Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Part 21

Part 22

So you and Derek, no matter how much you would have liked to, couldn’t just say you were dating now and live happily ever after.

No, you had to talk about things like what all does “dating” mean for the two of you. Like what counts as cheating, does this mean Derek would be moving back in, and the most important.

What are you doing for your first date?

First you thought a simple dinner and movie, but Derek said it was too cliche for his taste. He suggest a date in the park, maybe a little picnic, but you were more of an indoors-y type.

“How about a cooking date?” you had said.

Derek’s whole face lit up at the idea and he immediately agreed, it only made since to have it here.

Your house had been considered home to him for years, plus here it was just you two. No waitress at a restaurant, or random park visitors, just you two in your natural habitat.

So today was the day of the date and you were currently making a mess of your room trying to decide what to wear.

Should you dress down as in sweats, which Derek basically always sees you in, or casual jeans (another thing you often wore around Derek) or maybe a little more effort and go for a cute little dress?

You had never worn a dress around Derek before, other than like Easter when you were kids and his mom made you for the sake of photos. Even then you changed back into jeans after pictures were taken.

On one hand this date was all about comfort, sweats are the ultimate comfort, but its also very lazy and sloppy looking. Jeans show some effort but not enough for a date, then a dress is a special thing. But what if it’s too much effort?

Finally you decide to put on your big girl pants and just throw on the dress, if it was too much you could just change. 

You pick the most simple dress you own, its light pink with a red rose pattern and you put on some white flats. You looked in the mirror and you are absolutely sure this was the best choice, it showed effort but not too much.

Now it was time to debate rather or not you’re gonna wear make up or not. You never wear the stuff, what with how busy you always are.The only make up you actually owned was a basic tube of red lipstick and some matching eye shadow.

You look back up at the mirror and decide that you looked great without make-up, so you declare yourself ready.

You hear Derek knock on the door and you head downstairs to let him in.

You opened the door and reveal Derek with arms full of plastic grocery bags and even holding one in his mouth.

‘Ish gaah ge schaah.’ (I got the stuff) he said as he walked in and headed to the kitchen.

‘Making two trips won’t kill you Derek.’ you said as you followed.

Derek put all the bags on the table and stood up straight.

‘Two trips is for the weak.’ he said as he turned to face you.

He finally looked at you and took in what you had on, and you also took in his white button up, black jeans and boots.

‘Wow, you uh you look great (Y/N).’ Derek said as he gave you a hug.

‘Thanks, so do you.’ you said as you hugged him back.

You pulled back and smiled, it had been SO long since you had been in a relationship it felt so nice to just say you were dating again.

‘So did you get everything we need?’ you asked.

‘Yeah I think so.’ Derek said as he turned towards all the bags.

For this date you two were going to be cooking and eating dinner, spaghetti, home made cheesy bread, a ceaser salad and your famous banana split pie.

You go through the bags and confirmed he got everything you needed for the meal.

‘OK, now all we need is some aprons.’ you smiled as you pulled out the two aprons Melissa got for you in the secret santa.

You hold up one apron with the image of a woman’s naked torso, and another with a naked man torso.

‘I am not putting that on.’ he laughed as he pointed at the male apron.

‘Fine wear this one.’ you smiled as you put the woman’s apron around his neck.

‘And I will wear this one.’ you giggled as you put on the man’s apron.

You tied each other aprons and spend the text five minutes making silly poses and jokes.

‘Come on you foxy lady, lets get started.’getting to

You both wash your hands before you assign the task of getting the noodles ready for the spaghetti while you started getting the ground beef ready for the sauce.

It all felt so domestic, like it had been all those years ago. You couldn’t image making dinner with anyone but Derek.

While the noodles and sauce cooked you were spreading the cheese over the bread while Derek washed the lettuce for the salad. After that was done and the spaghetti was ready, bread cooked and salad made you started on the pie.

The base for the pie was actually not ice cream, but cream cheese and crushed pineapple. You put it in the graham cracker pan and put it in the fridge to cool, you and Derek would add the topping after dinner.

You and Derek sat the table and sat down to eat the meal you had cooked.

‘So what’s been going on? As your girlfriend I demand you keep me updated, none of that one call a week crap anymore.’ you said pointing at him with your fork.

‘Alright alright, daily phone calls, I can do that. If you can promise you’ll get at least six hours of sleep every night.’ Derek bargained.

‘Five.’ you tried.


‘Fine.’ you said before he could up your required hours of sleep.

‘And as far as what’s going on it’s actually something I wanted to ask your opinion on something.’ he said after finishing his spaghetti.

‘Sure.’ you said as you handed him the large bowl of spaghetti.

‘I was thinking of growing a pack, with troubled teens.’ he said as he sat down his fork.

‘Like a werewolf upgrade that doubles as a mentor group? Maybe, but it can’t be a large group of teens running around all wolfed out and out of control. Draws too much attention, you could have what…two maybe three if you can train them fast.’ you answered thoughtfully.

‘Now I just have to find  the lucky three.’ he said as he continued eating.

‘Well I know of at least two kids who I think really need your help, Erica Reyes and Isaac Lahey. They need actual help Derek and no matter what me or the other nurses say no one seems interested in helping them.’ you said as you finished your plate and pushed it aside.

‘What’s going on?’ Derek asked.

‘Erica has epilepsy, seizures almost three times a week, her family is affording her medicines but they wont be able to get her next refill since her dad got cut off. She won’t make it two days without her meds.’ you said.

‘And Isaac?’

‘His father beats him.’ you sad sourly.

‘That boy is as sweet as candy and his drunk of a father…his mother died, all he has is his dad. No matter how many times I have patched him up he wont go to authorities, and if he won’t say anything they cant do anything. That boy’s gonna get himself killed if someone doesn’t reach out.’ you said.

‘I’ll look into them, now onto dessert.’ Derek said as he stood up.

You followed suit and headed into the kitchen and you two both begin  decorating the pie.

And just like always you both ended up having an epic fight, eating the pie with no fucking toppings sitting on the floor, and your kitchen being a mess.

‘I wish I didn’t wear white.’ Derek said looking at his chocolate syrup covered shirt.

‘I wish I hadn’t just cleaned this kitchen.’ you smiled as you leaned against him.

‘Wanna know what I really wish?’ he asked as he turned toward you.


‘That you’d let me kiss you again.’ he said as he looked at your lips.

‘I can make that happen if you let help me clean up.’ you blush as you lean up and give him a  quick peck on the lips.

Well you meant for it to be peck, but before you knew it you and Derek were laid back on your dirty kitchen floor making out like teenagers.


Request by Anon. Hope you like it.
WARNING- Talk of Child abuse.

Pulling up to your uncles work you got out of the cab and paid. You saw a guy with tattoos on his head.
“Hey can you help me, I’m looking for a man named Alex Trager”.
“Oh you mean Tig, yeah hes in the club house I’ll walk you in”.
“I’m Juan but you can call me Juice”.
“Y/N” You looked down at your shoes.
Walking in the clubhouse the smell of booze, sex and smoke hit you. There was a bunch of guys sitting around talking to one another.
“Hey Tig you have a visitor” Juice called out
“Who the hell is….Y/N your here Doll”. He bear hugged you swirling you around.
“Hey Uncle Tig, please put me down I can’t breath. You laughed
"Its great to see you girl”. “Been along time”. He smiled raking a piece of hair from your eyes.
“Yeah it has, couldn’t really go anywhere for awhile’. You frowned
"Sorry about your stepdad, he was a big asshole anyway”.
“Yeah he was, mom moved so thats why I’m here”. “I hope thats alright”.
“YES, your my favorite niece in the whole world”. He hugged you again.
“I’m your only niece Tig”. You said smiling for the first time in a long time.
“Umm, Tig you going to introduce us brother” A blond guy asked
“Shit my bad, Y/N this is Jax our Pres and over there is Chibs the scots man with Bobby he’s our brain of the club”. He laughed. You met Juice and theres Happy with Kozik over there in the corner. Hap’s our tattoo guy and you know dumbass". “Opies not here so you’ll have to meet him later.
"Nice to meet all of you”. You said quietly. You were nervous with all these men looking at you.
“Hey its ok, all these men are my brothers”. Theres no need to be nervous". He scenced you were scared.
“Is there a place were I can change and use the bathroom”?
“Oh yea, you can use my room”. He wrapped his arm around you and lead you to his dormroom.
“You need anything or want anything”? He asked before he walked out.
“No thanks I’m good”.
He closed the door as you let out a breath you didnt know you were holding. You changed and gave your self a pep talk.

Tig walked back in the main room. All the guys looked at him with faces of confusion .
“Dude, you have a niece”? Jax questioned
“Yeah, she’s my brothers kid”. He took a sip of his drink.
“What’s her story brother”? Happy spoke up
“Umm, it complicated”.
“You need to tell them”. Kozik piped out.
“Alright, my brother was married to her mom and they had Y/N. She was 2 when they divorced. A year later her mom got remarried to a fucking psycho, not like us psycho”. “When Y/N was 5 they moved and I never got to see her much”. My brother told me everytime he saw her she had bruises, scratches and even a bit mark on her". “Her mom would make up some shit story that she fell”. Then when she was 15 Y/N told her dad that he was hurting her in different ways, she wouldnt go in to detail but you can get the picture". So we both went insane at the idea and we beat the holy hell out of him and her mother was suppose to leave him but she lied. At 16 they moved again not tell us were she went to, next thing we knew she was in foster care because the dick brains mom and stepdad were making meth “. Then something happened in there and now she trust no man or women. I’m the only one left now that she trust”. He sighed.
“Holy shit brother thats alot”. Jax said
“How old is she now”? asked Bobby
“She’s 23 now”. Tig rubbed hes forehead
“Where she been for 7 years”? Juices asked
“Um I think with her mom after she got out of foster care her mom got out too and went to find Y/N.  So Y/N went back to her, then about two years later her stepdad got out and he lived with them but recently he passaway from unknown causes”. Tig smirked
“You have something to do with the cause Tig”. Jax asked
“Maybe, just dont tell Y/N that I told you all”. He pleaded
“We wont have too”. Chibs pointed to you standing in the hall way.
“Shit doll I’m sorry”.
You ran over to him and hugged him tightly. “Thank you Uncle Tiggy”.
Tig was in shock “ I’m sorry I couldnt keep you safe for all those years”. He teared up
“I’m ok Tig I promise, it made me who I am today”. you cried out
He pulled back wiping the tears from his eyes. “We need to throw you a party”.
“No no party”. You said shaking you head.
“Ahh come on, you will like this one”.
“ If anyone gets handys I’m cutting them out”.
“You wont need too”. Happy stood up and walked over to you. “I’ll stay with you the whole night just to make sure”.
Umm I dont know". you bit your lip
“Doll, you will be in great hands I promise”. Tig reasured you.
“Alright lets get this party started”. you laughed
Before you knew it, there were women everywhere getting stuff done. You tried to help but they shood you away.
You saw Happy sitting in a chair watching you. It was kinda creepy but you did feel safe.
“Hey Happy, you know you dont have to watch me every moment you know”. You sat down beside him
“I told you and Tig that I would”. He threw back his shot. “You want one”?
“Um.. sure, never drank before so here goes nothing”. You sipped it and nearly died from the stronge fire in your throat. You coughed and gagged. Happy laughed
“Maybe I’ll just stick to soda”. You croaked out
“You probably  should”. He smiled
He smiled, he had a great smile. You were starting to like him even trust him.
“I’m sorry that you had to go through all that as a child”. He shot another one down
“Thanks, but everyone has a missed up part in their life mine just happened when my life was just beginning”.
“I know I do but its not like yous”.“If I had know you back then I would have taken care of you stepdad myself”. He said angryly
“Happy can we just stop talking about the past and get on to the present”. You put your hand on his shoulder laying your head down on your arm smiling up at him.
“I think that shot was a bad idea” Happy laughed
“Yea me too, I’ll be right back”. You said rushing to the bathroom
You pushed the door open and went straight for the toliet. Throw up was everywhere, you missed to bowl.
“Shit”. You found paper towels and cleaned up. You washed out your mouth thinking that will never happen again.
On your way out there was a guy starring at you with a creepy grin. You walked past him and he grabbed your arm
“Hey there little missy, how about we go back to the bathroom and have some fun”.
“Fuck off”. You spit out
“Listen hear, you little biker whore. I came here to have a good time so your going to do as I say”.
You slapped his arm away, started to walk away as he came up behind you grabbing your hair. You elbowed him in the gut and turned around to punch him in the face with a foot to the groin.
He laid on the floor holding his crouch. As the guys came running up.
“What the hell happened”? Tig asked
“Your little friend here grabbed me and told me I had to do everything he wanted, so I kicked his balls in”. You smiled proudly
“Way to go Dollface”. Tig kissed the side of your head.
“Come on you rat bastard”. Chibs picked up the guy with help from Juice
“Take him to the garage and make him comfortable” Happy snarled “I’ll be there soon”.
“You did good Little Girl, I’m proud” Happy hugged you
“Im gonna go see to our little friend” Tig walked off
“Save some for me” Happy yelled
“Where were you”? you asked Happy
“I was right there, I didnt see you come out and then there was commotion but I didnt think it was you”
“ I want to trust you Happy, but I cant”.
“I’m going to earn it back I promise, no one will every hurt you again with me around”.
“So I should get use to having you around huh”? You looked up at his dark eyes
“Yeah, I aint going no where”. “Don’t even think of running to Tig hes cool with it”.
“Good, I thought I would have to smack some since in that Uncle of mine” you laughed
He pulled you close kissing your lips. Happy proved himself that you could trust him.
In the beinnging life was a messed up fuck show but the future was a blessing with dark eyes and a tattooed soul

Jungkook ‘Oneshot’

Summary: Life with Jungkook - Drabble fluff/angst.

Based on Jungkook - Paper Hearts

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

‘I Can’t.’

You couldn’t find him at first. 

He was usually knocked out on the sofa by the time you got home, and so it would be the whole process of gently waking him up, saying hello with a sweet kiss, running your fingers through his ruffled hair to pat it back into place, before helping him up from the sofa and dragging him through to your bedroom- during which time he usually wrapped his long arms around your shoulders and hung himself heavily from your back.

He’d always be between the state of consciousness and sleep, muttering ‘how was your day?’, quietly followed by a shy 'I missed you’. The nights that were the best, were when you’d finally get him to the bed, but when you guided him to gently lie down, he’d keep you wrapped up in his arms and pull you down with him, humming and chuckling tiredly as he tangled his legs with yours and essentially became your human blanket. Although there were also the nights where you’d get back, and he’d already be in bed, but by 'in bed’ he had literally tripped through the bedroom door and fallen face first into the mattress, and when you tried to shuffle him into a more comfortable position, he’d groan at you, quickly sitting up when he realised it was you and gathering you into his arms with a grateful sigh.

You were guessing tonight was one of those nights as you dropped your bag to the floor, groaning in relief as you slipped your shoes off, the heels you’d been wearing all day having killed your feet, but the relief made it all worth it. As you slide off your coat and hang it up on the peg in the small hallway of your apartment, you catch sight of the small, framed photo of the two of you on the side table, smiling at the way he was holding you against him as you sat on his lap at one of your friends barbeque parties. It had been taken around a year ago, Jungkook still had his fluffy boy hair that he hadn’t grown out of until a few months ago, but with your small stature he still seemed to look a lot older than you- his cheesy grin being the only thing that gave you away. You’d framed that picture because it was the day that he’d come up behind you as you were admiring the view of the beach off the back of your friends garden, and he’d offered you a gummy sweet ring as a promise ring, promising to always be with you. The moment was so intimate that you’d ended up crying and he’d laughed at you, kissing you silly to get rid of your tears, and you’d spent the rest of the night in his arms, just thinking about how much you enjoyed being with him.

As you walk through the lounge, turning off the small table light beside the television and quickly detouring to the kitchen to grab water from the fridge to quench your thirst, you smile at the little pieces of him dotted around; his favourite coffee sat on the side, his iron man spoon on the washing up rack, his shoes that he had kicked under the edge of the sofa- obviously having collapsed there before moving to the bedroom. His cup was still sat on the coffee table from the night before and as you make your way to your bedroom, thinking you could already hear his light snoring, you find his jacket slung on the floor, and his bag dropped beside it, zip not properly done up where he was so tired- although you don’t bother moving it.

You come to a stop in front of your door, smiling to yourself as you look at the small sign cardboard sign that Jungkook had made the other month to hang on the front of it, that read- 'Where dreams are made…’, chuckling lightly at the cheesiness, before your hand reaches out for the door handle.

And for some reason, you find yourself struggling to turn it.

You urge your hand to turn, to just twist the handle to release the latch keeping the door in place, but its like there was a wall that had erected itself within you, preventing you from moving forward anymore. You thought it might be the onset of a panic attack, or you’d just suddenly seized up…

But with the more you panic about it- your mind running in frantic circles as you shout silently at yourself to open it, the more your body reacts and just as your other hand drops the bottle of water onto the floor, the one holding the handle moves and the door begins to slowly swing open.

And then you realise what had happened…

Because you’d forgotten.

You’d forgotten about what had happened this morning. You’d forgotten about your fight with him. How he’d shouted at you that he couldn’t take it anymore. How you’d shouted back at him to not be so stupid, that it was only a job.

You’d told him to calm down. To just spend the day thinking about it…to think about everything…

To remember.

Remember everything that the two of you had been through. Every late night that either of you had got home and dragged the other to bed, making sure to wrap yourselves in one another so that you remembered that it was worth it. Every little milestone or special moment the two of you had had together, from promise rings to ridiculously early morning coffee shop visits, to road trips to the 7/11 in the middle of the night just because you wanted a private date between the two of you, despite how tired both of you were. Every little piece of each other that had built the home around you, the things you shared and the things you’d sacrificed to make each other happy- like when you’d compromised on the leather sofa, because Jungkook said it was easier to keep cool, and he’d compromised on the colour of the bathroom, because you wanted it to be a 'little bit’ girly.

You told him to remember you- remember that you were there for him, that you always had been…

But he hadn’t listened. He’d just kept shouting, and then when you’d tried to stop him, when you’d grabbed hold of his bag to try and pull him back to you, not letting go even when he’d shouted at you to get off, he’d dropped it, sneering that he didn’t need it anyway, and it had fallen to the floor in the hallway as you’d abandoned it to run after him.

'You cant just leave like this! We need to talk!’ you’d shouted, tears trying to fall from your eyes as you’d dragged in breaths in an attempt to keep calm.

'There is nothing to talk about, Y/N!’ he’d shouted, spinning on his heel to face you and grabbing the tops of your arms when you almost crashed into him, your heart beating double time at the contact, but the effect was clouded by his cold eyes as they bore into yours.

'This isn’t working anymore. I can’t tear myself apart between you and work, its too exhausting.’

Your lip had wobbled at that, a tear rolling down your cheek as you swallowed thickly, eyes not being able to leave his as you’d seen the sincerity in them, how much he truly believed that there was nothing to be done.

'So, you’re just going to give up?’ you’d sniffled, reaching your hand up to cup his jaw, but just as he went to relax into it, to give in to what you were saying and see the truth in your words, he’d snatched himself away, spinning around and reaching for his shoes, but you’d kicked them out of his way before he could.

'Y/N, this isn’t working! I cant just split myself in two-’

'So, you’re saying you’d pick your job over me, you’d pick a company that makes you work at least 20 hours out of the whole day, instead of the person you’ve been with for 2 years. The person whom you told you love and that you’d be with forever!? Jungkook, please!-’

'I can’t.’ he says quietly, the way his eyes glisten in the light streaming in through the windows making your heart break and the air rush out of your lungs.

'You can’t, or you wont?’ you ask, watching his face twist and blur in your vision as your tears continue to build up and you have to quickly wipe your eyes, sliding your arms around your ribcage to physically try and hold the sobs in as you watch him struggle to answer, his hand twitching at his side making it look like he wanted to reach out for you. But when you see the first tear roll down his cheek you know you’ve already lost.

'I can’t.’ he whispers brokenly, his voice cracking on the word, and he has to tip his head up to face the ceiling as he tries not to cry, dragging in a deep breath at the same time you give in to the pain beginning to bloom in your chest, and you don’t even see him walk towards you before you feel his hand on the back of your neck, his lips pressed firmly against your forehead.

'I really wish I could…but I can’t.’ he whispers harshly against your skin, dipping his head to leave a soft, lingering kiss on your cheek, but just as you go to reach out to him, he turns, not bothering to grab his shoes before he’s swinging open the door and walking out, the tiniest hesitation as he steps through, making you think he wouldn’t actually do it…

But then he did.

And now the room was dark.

And the bed was empty.

And you were alone.


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OH OH, some hakizana jealousy, modern, or not whatever u want. and you can choose which party is jealous. maybe both are. ;)

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Restless Heart

Characters : Jared x Reader

Song : Say Anything by Anderson East

Summary : You and Jared were nothing more than just friends. For years, you two were all you’ve got. Until the day Gen appeared on the show, and changed everything. And though, you were used to him dating other people, things changed when you found out he was engaged to her. 

A/N : I have been asked by so many of you to write a Jared fic. So i hope you all enjoy! xx

You felt your heart pound profusely as you held the letter close to you. For 48 hours, you have waited for this moment. A few weeks ago, Jared surprised you with big news. Something that you honestly didn’t see coming. 

He was going to get married to the beautiful, and talented Gen. The girl you grew close with over the years and someone you considered a very important part of your life. Until the moment you realized that you were going to lose Jared. 

You were going to lose him to someone else. Watch him grow old with her, and make a family of their own. And though you knew you should be ecstatic for them both, you couldn’t. And thats when it hit you. 

You were in love with him. 

Those feelings were pushed aside, many years ago. After the two of you both decided to end the short romance and just be friends, because neither of you could bear the thought of losing one another. And the way things were going for you both, you were on the path of something ugly. And that wasn’t something you guys could risk. 

“You going to stay for the reveal?” Jensen muttered, his mouth filled with gummy bears. 

You shook your head, feeling your throat begin to knot. “N-no. I have to talk to Felicia about something.” You hesitated, trying to refrain from crying. Your emotions were all over the place, and honestly you weren’t sure how to handle it. 

He eyed you for a moment, scanning your face for bluff. Jensen was a brother to you. After meeting him, you two instantly clicked and he has been a close friend ever since. 

“You okay?” He asked. 

You opened your mouth, but the door swung open and Jared along with Rob and Richard, made their way in. 

You have been keeping your distance from Jared ever since he told you. You ignored his calls, ignored his texts. Today was the first time you saw him. And you couldn’t help but feel sick. 

“Hey! I didn’t know you were here.” Jared smiled, embracing you in his arms. 

His scent was overbearing, but kept you on a high. Until he released, smiling down at you. 

“I wasn’t planning on it. But Richard convinced me to.” You said shyly. 

Richard flashed a soft smirk. He was the only one who knew exactly how you felt for the guy. He was the only one who understood the pain you were feeling every time you saw them together. 

“Well I have to go.” You forced out. “Break a leg out there you guys.” 

They all let out a chuckle and nodded. 

“Hey, wanna get some drinks after? I missed you.” Jared asked. 

You swallowed hard as his words caused an ache to course through you. Something you were beginning to get used too. “S-Sure.” you exhaled. 

Before he had time to react, you practically ran out of the room. As the door closed behind you, you let out a breath you didnt know you were holding. You leaned against the wall, and looked up to the ceiling. “You can do this.” You whispered to yourself. 


As a few hours passed, it was finally time for the cast to make their way up to the panel. You met up with Richard, and handed him the letter. 

“You sure about this?” You whispered. 

He nodded, pursing his lips. “You have to tell him, Y/N. He deserves to know.”

You nodded and gave him the letter. He pulled you in for a quick hug, and made his way on stage. Waving to the crowd, as they all cheered, he quickly placed the letter behind Jared’s name and walked over to the podium. 

“Hey Y/N!” A familiar voice rang from behind, making you jump. 

“Shit Jared-” You panted, pressing your hand to your chest. “You scared me!” 

He let out a chuckle, his shoulders bouncing up and down. “Sorry. I forgot how much of a drama queen you were.” 

You squinted your eyes at him, and playfully hit his arm. “Shut up.” 

Hearing him laugh was something you wish you could hear forever. It was like a soft melody ringing in your ears. And it always made you smile. 

“Why haven’t you been returning my calls?” He asked, growing serious now. 

Your heart began to pace and though you wanted to tell him right there and then, you couldn’t. 

“Okay Jared, you are about to go up.” Cliff stated. 

You gave him a quick hug and took a step back. “Good luck out there.” 

Turning on your heels, you made your way back out to the crowd. Jared kept his gaze on you. He was so happy to see you today. You have been to every convention and every comic con with him. This was something you both shared together. Having you by his side through all of this, during the crazy uproar of the show, made him feel at ease with it all. He could never imagine doing any of this without you. 

“Okay, you are up.” 

You felt your heart pound profusely as you stayed close to the door, staring up at the boys. It was time for him to finally read your letter. You couldn’t help but feel anxious and nervous at the same time. 

Rob was cracking a joke with Misha as Richard leaned over to Jared, pointing at the letter in front of him. “Y/N left this for you.” He whispered. 

Jared took the paper into his hands, unfolding it as he glanced up at you for a moment. Your breath hitched, and you couldn’t handle the anxiety. So you slipped out of the room, and ran as far away from there as possible. 

His eyes gazed at the words your wrote on the letter. Feeling his stomach flutter and his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. 

Dear Jared,

              Where do I even begin? 

              I guess there is no way to say this. So here it is…I love you. I have always loved you and I dont think I ever will stop. When you told me you two were engaged, it killed me. It felt like you ripped my heart out and stomped on it right in front of me.  

             I don’t want to hold anything back from you anymore. I cant, because you deserve to know. I held my tongue for too long, and now i think I’m too late. So this is my goodbye. I cant be here and watch you marry her. I cant watch you two fall more in love. I cant pretend I dont feel this way for you because every time I see you kiss her, or see the way you look at her, I die a little.

          I hope you two have a great life together, I really do because All I want is for you to be happy Jared. I love you, and I always will. Im so sorry. Goodbye.


He swallowed hard, feeling tears well as he stared intently at the water bottle in front of him. Jared felt as if he was hit by a truck. His chest ached, and his stomach churned. 

He was confused, hurt, and most of all, angry. How could you do this to him now. How could you tell him that you couldn’t be in his life? His throat knotted, making it hard to even breathe. And all he wanted to do was storm out of there. To find you. 

His mind was racing with different emotions, different thoughts. He didn’t know what to do. 

But with all of that, he knew one thing was for sure. One thing he has been trying to push away, something he tried to brush off as nothing. 

He was in love with you too. Since the day you two spent the night out under the stars, 4 years ago, all he wanted to say, all he ever wanted to tell you was that he loves you. And it scared him. 

The Little One

What would have happened if it were a Daxamite baby in the pod instead of Mon-el. In which Kara finds an alien baby and everyone gets attached, especially a certain Luthor. This is probably going to become a series of one-shots so send me your prompts!

Thanks to @supercorpppp for giving me the original prompt!

You can now read this on Ao3!

Word count: 2.2k

“Don’t go near it Supergirl, we don’t know what might be in there,” warns the Martian. Kara ignores him as she steadily walks towards the pod, eerily similar to her own.

“No Hank, what if… What if someone else made it out alive?” The Kryptonian doesn’t waste time opening the pod with all the care in the world. She and Hank both were very surprised of what was inside, to say the least. Kara was even on the verge of tears.

“Alex,” Kara says through the other side of the infirmary. “Is she going to be okay?” She doesn’t want the baby, yes, a baby, to be hurt from the kryptonite as it recovers from its journey.

Hank puts his hand on Kara’s shoulder in a way to comfort the girl. “Don’t worry Kara. Give us an hour, and she’ll be ready to be carried.”

“Really?” Kara looks up at the man that has given her a second home, and a way to protect the city. He nods and Kara’s  smile grows. A baby. An alien baby!

An hour passes, and Kara sits waiting. Or she at least tries to sit, but with her excitement she just cant stop pacing.

On the other hand, Alex is having a serious talk with Hank. “I don’t think leaving the child in her care is a good idea Hank.” She crosses her arms and looks at the baby who sneezes, making Alex’s heart contract with cuteness overload.

“You have to understand that, besides her, Superman is the only Kryptonian left. This child must mean everything to her now.” Hank knows this very well. He would never let go of a child Martian if he ever had the miracle of finding one.

“That’s the thing,” Alex says. “The child isn’t Kryptonian. She isn’t weak to kryptonite, but she appears to be weak to lead.”

Hank lets the new information seep in. “We should tell her.”

Picking up other medical papers, Alex agrees. The agent walks out of the infirmary first to Kara’s eagerness.

“Well, how is she? Is she strong enough for me to hold her?” Kara rubs her hands together nervously. The instant her eyes laid on the baby in the pod, she fell in love. Call it maternal instincts or whatever you want, but Kara found herself deeply connected to the child.

“Yeah, you can hold her. Before that Kara, we need to talk. Please, sit down.”

Kara does as her sister says. “What’s up? I know that look, it’s the one you get when you have to tell me something.”


Hank interjects, making Alex glare at him. “The child isn’t Kryptonian, but by the looks of it she is of a very similar race.”

Kara sits back. The only are race similar to their is… “A Daxamite,” she whispers.

“A what now?” Alex asks, she furrows her brow in confusion.

“Krypton had a twin planet called Daxam which was a planet populated by a race similar to us called Daxamite’s. They were a cruel race, the bullies of the galaxy. Practically our enemies. Their planet was destroyed by Krypton’s explosion. It’s only a wasteland now.” Kara sighs. She puts her head in her hands. “Me and Kal-El are the only left of Krypton, but that poor child is the only one left of her planet. She has no one that could tell her about who they were.”

“Kara,” Alex sits next to her sister. “She has you, and she has us. Even if she doesn’t have a piece of Daxam with her, she’ll have a piece of Krypton and Earth.”

“And Mars,” adds Hank. Seeing the Danvers sisters talk Hank thinks of what he would do if he found the child of a white Martian. Not wanting to think of it too much, he decides to change the subject.

“Neither of you know how to take care of children. She will stay here while you work, but after that you two will switch the custody.”

“That sounds fair. We’re all very busy, so having her rotate between us would be beneficial.”

“I can take care of a child,” Kara says.

“You can’t even  take care of Cat.”

“What?” Kara looks at her sister, confused.

“Nothing,” she responds, smug.

“Alright you two, come on, we have a baby to take care of.”

Kara walks up to the little girl who should be at least a year old. With a skip in her step, she hasn’t been this happy in years. “Welcome to the Danvers family little one.”


Lena Luthor sits at her desk with a rather bored expression. She has been busy since she took over L-Corp. Kara Danvers in her mind isn’t helping her either. The day she saw her with Clarke Kent, Lena knew she was doomed. Her brother Lex was the only one to know she was gay, and he was a good enough brother to never tell their parents. Sighing, Lena starts signing her papers while waiting Kara’s arrival.

A soft knock on the door is heard. “Come in,” Lena says with a smile.

Kara pokes her head through the double doors in the way that drives Lena crazy. “Hello Lena”

“Kara.” Lena stands up and walks over to the blond reporter. “You look happier then usual, and you’re the ray of sunshine Kara Danvers which is definitely saying something.”

Kara looks down at the floor with a faint blush. How is that woman capable of making her feel so odd?

Putting her hand on the small of Kara’s back, Lena takes her to the couch in her office. “I wanted to talk about the report you did on me.”

Both women talk for what seems like hours until Kara gets a call and has to leave. Lena feels them getting close despite their “rough” beginning if you could call it that. So when she gets a text from Kara a few days later asking if she wants to eat takeout at hers, Lena’s heart almost leaps out of her chest.

Is that a date Kara?, she texts back.


Lena smiles, only Kara would reply with that.

Maybe. Says a text a minute later.

Maybe yes, or maybe no? Lena bites her lip as she gets in her car in route to Kara’s house.

Absolutely a yes, Lena.

She may or may not have stopped by for a bouquet of roses. I am not whipped  I swear, which is of course a thing that not even she believes. As she is about to knock on the door, Alex walks out. She looks at Lena surprised, looks at the roses with even more surprise before the agent turns around to glare a Kara who is looking over the couch with a sheepish smile.

‘A Luthor!?’ she mouths before mouthing that they will so be talking about that later. Alex smiles at Lena before slipping out.

“Well,” Kara laughs nervously. “That was…”

“That’s your sister isn’t it?” Lena watches Alex leave, and she can’t help but start to make connections.


Lena comes in further, slowly approaching Kara who is still on the other side of the couch. “I brought you these,” she says as she shows Kara the roses she bought. Kara’s red face is worth having to drive around almost the whole city for those specific flowers.

“You really shouldn’t have,” Kara starts with the smile that melts Lena’s heart.

All Lena wants to do is kiss those pretty red lips of hers. It makes her chest feel tight and butterflies explode into motion. And then, a crying baby.

Lena is left confused when she realizes its coming from Kara’s direction. Kara stands up with a beautiful baby girl in her arms. The girl continues crying, and Lena can’t help but notice that she has such similar eyes to Kara. Oh. Oh, she realizes.

“I didn’t know you had a child Kara,” Lena says. She doesn’t say it in an offensive way, she says it with a soft tone full of care and love. Despite the child not being hers, Kara finds relief in this. Especially when Lena offers to carry the child. She stops crying, and Kara almost dies of a heart attack at the sight. Its like they were meant to be together. The radiant beauty that Lena gives off as she holds the baby as if it were her own takes Kara’s breath away.

“What’s her name?”

“Luna.” Kara doesn’t say why they decided on the name Luna, and she’s glad Lena didn’t ask.

“Your mother gave you such a beautiful name baby girl.” Luna giggles, and Lena’s smile grows.

“Wow,” Kara walks up to two of the most important woman in her life. “You’re both so beautiful.”

“How come you never mentioned her?”

Kara shrugs as she puts the flowers in a vase with water.

“Well, Luna, you’re stuck with two mommies now.” Luna giggles even more and Kara chokes on her own air.


“First, out of all the people in the world it just had to be a Luthor!”

Kara switches the TV on from habit. “If we’re going to talk about Lena we might as well talk about Maggie Sawyer.”

“W-What do you mean?”

Her sister scoffs. “Please Alex. Both of you are more obvious then me and Lena.”

Alex ignores her sister’s remark. “Anyways, wait until I tell Clarke about this.”

Kara stares at her sister. “He would probably hold an intervention.”

“No kidding.”

Kara puts her feet up on the table as she eats from a pint of chocolate chip ice cream. “Now Luna has four mom’s and one dad, and that’s better then nothing.”

“You’re not going to let go of me and Maggie are you?”

Smiling, Kara says, “Nope. The whole DEO ships you two. They even have a name, Sanvers apparently, but personally I like Detective Danvers.”

Alex stares at her sister in disbelief. “I can’t believe you Kara.” She hits her sister playfully.

“What? It’s really that obvious! Even Hank is constantly telling me to x-ray rooms just in case, which please no I don’t want to see another thing like that after Winn.”

Her sister blushes and hits her again. “I hate you, in a loving sister kind of way.”

“Hey Kara, Luna needs milk,” Lena says as she pokes her head from Kara’s room.

Alex raises her brow at Kara whose cheeks turn as red as a tomato.

“Oh,” Lena walks to the living room, showing that she’s wearing only an over sized t-shirt with Supergirl’s symbol and she’s holding Luna who’s barely awake and nuzzling her shoulder. “Hey Alex, Kara didn’t tell me you were dropping by. I would have changed into something proper,” she says, laughing a little nervously.

Kara gives Alex a look that says 'It’s your fault for dropping by unannounced’. Her sister laughs as she stands up. “I just wanted to see how my sister was doing. By the looks of it, she’s doing quite well,” she says when she notices Lena’s ruffled hair. “I have to go, I have a date soon.”

Thinking about payback, Kara smirks. “Say hi to Maggie for me!”

Her sister shoots a glare at her as she leaves. Before Alex closes the door, she turns around and says, “I hope you’re using protection.” She successfully leaves them both flustered.


Hank secures Luna in the little baby table as he calls it. He gives her cheerios in a bowl which she crushes and throws on the floor. He groans and does the same two more times before he gives up.

“Not even my children were so…”

“Let me try,” Lucy kneels in front of Luna, making her laugh. She eats this time without throwing the food around. “See? Easy.”

Hank crosses his arms. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to Kara and Alex.”

The Martian sits down, putting a few toys in front of Luna who gladly takes them. “Well, they’re on a date.”

Confused, Lucy asks, “What?”

“A double date agent.”

“That makes more sense.” Lucy looks at the baby girl. “Whose kid is that? She looks like Kara, but I haven’t been gone for more then a year for her to have a kid that age.”

Hank fills her in and Lucy volunteers to help take care of her as well if something big were to happen. As they talk they don’t notice Luna climbing out of the secured seat until she’s on top of one of the file cabinets.

“Well, I see that I just volunteered to take care of an alien baby.” Luna giggles as she reaches out for Lucy.

“Just look at that. The kid has a knack for turning people to her side.”

“Has she done it to you?” Lucy asks, as she grabs the girl down from the cabinet.

Hank doesn’t admit that he has been attached to her since the very beginning.

No, this is not the last you will see of Luna Danvers. Can we make her part of the fandom?

Never Again

Never again
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   "You will answer me Aurora!“

   Philip stalked in front of Aurora. His ale fueled rage quite evident to anyone who may have been walking down this wing of the castle.

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

   "Do not lie to me!“ His scream echoing off the walls of her bed chamber.

   "She sneaks into your room in the dead of night for what? Does she touch you Aurora?” He threw his cup at the nearest wall.

   "Philip, I have not seen Maleficent in a weeks. She can come see me whenever she pleases. You need to come down. And you will not speak to me like this. I am…“

   Her sentence stopped with a hard hand connecting with her face. Aurora stumbles back cupping her stinging cheek.

   "You whore! I will not be married to a girl with a magic twisted mind.” He stormed onto the balcony.

   "I hope you can hear me you beast. I hope you are happy with yourself.“ He screamed into the night.

   When no answer was forthcoming his anger grew and his voice as well.

   "Answer me bitch!”

   "She can’t hear you!“ Aurora screamed over his ranting.

   Philip turned back to the young Queen. His wild like an animal. His face red from the ale as well as his screaming. His hands shook.

   "And yet she comes flying in at your slightest whimper. How is that your majesty?” His voice poisonously low.

   "We have a bond Philip. I have known Maleficent my whole life.“

   "And how was that bond made Aurora? Huh? Her Magic? Like the cures she placed on you? Or is it a physical bond?” The last question asked as he struck her again effectively splitting her bottom lip. His hand tangled in her hair forcing her to look up at him.

   "Did she get inside you Aurora? Did you allow her to push her claws into you? Did you release to her hands? Her mouth? Did you give your virtue to the beast of the Moors?“ the back of his hand striking close to her eye.

   "STOP!” Aurora’s cry carried through the halls.

Two guards walking their rounds heard their Queen scream. The knocked in her door grabbing Philip off the young woman.

   "Your majesty.“ They called to her.

   "Arrest him. Get him out of here.”

   They dragged and kicking and screaming Philip from her room. Aurora dropped to her knees and cried. Her whole body shook in fear and pain. Her future effectively shattered in moments. She curled her body tightly into a ball.

   She cried for what seemed like hours. Her head stuffing up and eyes burning. She stood finally and made her way out to her balcony. She lent on the railing and took in a deep shaking breath.

   "God-Mother. I need you.“ She whispered to the skies.

   Maleficent sat in her Rowan tree. Nodding off to sleep when something came to her ear. A whisper a plea from her beastie. She looked at Diaval in raven form.

   "Aurora needs us.” They both took to flight in the chilled night.

   Maleficent felt a great dread come into her gut. She feared what she would find when they arrived. She felt great despair from the young queen and it stabbed at Maleficent’s heart.

   She landed on the balcony of Aurora’s room. The blond was curled up on her side, her back facing her. Her sobs clear to the faerie. Diaval flew into the room and landed on the bed facing Aurora. Aurora lifted her head and reached out to him.

   "Hello pretty bird.“

   Diaval jumped back slightly, a startled caw escaping him. His beak hanging open slightly.

   "Into a man.” Maleficent cased.

   "Aurora, My queen. What has happened?“

   Diavals tone caused the tall faery’s stomach to drop. She was afraid of what she may see. She slowly stepped into the chamber and perched on the edge of the bed. Aurora sat up and turned to face her. The deep red marks on her face and split lip caused Maleficent to gasp. She was enraged.

   Aurora sat and just watched her godmother’s face. There was a sadness in her eyes she had never seen. The usually bright green and gold eyes dropped to a dull almost yellow color. She grabbed the faery’s hand.


   Maleficent sat and starred at the bruised cheek and temple, the blooded fat lip. Her eyes stung with tears. She reached up with her free hand and brushed the blood streaks careful to avoid the gash on her mouth. The tears fell from her eyes.


   "I am so sorry beastie.”

   Aurora reached up and wiped the tears away. She watched Maleficent’s expression change. Her eyes darkened and nostrils flared. Her breaths became shallow and rapid.

   "Maleficent. He is in the dungeon. He cant do anything now. Please be come please.“

   Aurora could feel the air changing. It was getting darker and colder. Maleficent’s anger effecting it so. She sat at her desk and pulled out a parchment and quill. She looked up at the faerie who sat starring at her white knuckles. Her face was full of anger, disgust and hatred.

   Aurora quickly wrote on the parchment. She folded and sealed it with the royal seal. She walked over to Diaval and handed it to him.

   "Diaval I need you to get this to King Rupert. Be swift my friend. I need this to get to him before Philip sends any word to him.”

   "Yes my queen.“ Diaval bowed to her.

   They both looked at Maleficent who hadn’t moved an inch.


   His voice bringing her to attention to him. She looked between the two and nodded.

   "Into a Raven.“

   Diaval took off parchment in talon. Aurora sat next to Male and wrapped her arms around her waist resting her head on her shoulder. They sat in a comfortable silence though the faerie’s anger still lingered in the air. She wrapped her wings around them pulling Aurora closer wrapping them in warmth. Maleficent rested her cheek on the top of her head.

   "Aurora I need to tell you something.”

   Her voice a mere whisper but the tone made Aurora nervous.

   "What is it?“

   "Beastie when you were asleep from the curse. I watched as the Pixies had Philip kiss you. To try to wake you.”

   "What do you mean try? You all told me he did wake me.“

   "I know darling. Please let me finish.”

   After Aurora nodded Maleficent grabbed both of the girls hands and turned to face her. Aurora’s stomach tightened even more.

   "Philip’s kiss did not wake sweet one. After they left I came in and made a promise to you. Though it was I that put you there to begin with. You had, have captured what was left of my heart. I swore to protect you till the day I die.“

   Maleficent’s tears free flowed down her cheeks. Her voice was strangled by them.

   "I wasn’t here to protect you from him. I failed you.”

   Aurora wrapped her arms tightly around Maleficent’s waist again. Burying her head into her chest.

   "I woke you Aurora. And because I didn’t tell you the truth, because I wanted you to have a life befitting a queen… A life you deserve…“

   Aurora pulled away and grabbed Maleficent’s face and looking deep into her eyes. Eyes swirling with red and purple. She wiped away her tears.

   "You did not do this to me Godmother. You did not cause that idiot to lay his hands on me.”

   "But I did not protect you.“

   "How would you have known what he would o?”

   "I should have.“

   Aurora pulled Malle to lay beside her. The faerie pulled the queen tight to her and wrapped her wings around them. Aurora brushed her fingers through the chestnut brown hair.

   "You thought you were giving me what I wanted. I forgive you that you silly faerie. I am saddened though. I have spent all this time wondering how that fool was my true love. When all I ever wanted was you.”

   Malle ran her fingers along Aurora’s unbruised cheek. Looking into her eyes.

   "You are always on my mind Maleficent. I miss you terribly when I don’t get to see you. So much so it troubles my sleep. At times I cant sleep at all.“
      "Beastie I.” Aurora placed her thumbs on her lips her fingers fanning both sides of her face.

   "No. You will stop blaming yourself for the actions of a dim whit. You will however know that I love you Maleficent. Protector of the Moors and my heart. And you will remain here tonight and hold me like I have wanted you too for so long.“ Her voice left no room for argument. Authoritative but gentle.

   Malle smiled sadly.

   "Yes my Queen.” Malle bowed her head.

   "Good. We will figure out what to do in the morning. Diaval should be to the North in a days time and either he will come to collect his son or Diaval will return with a response. I would like to return to the Moors with you if at all possible.“

   "Yes beastie. Your subjects have missed you. Dare I say not near as much as I have. But they do miss you.”
Aurora smiled gingerly. She rolled over and pressed her back into Maleficent pulling the faerie’s arm around her waist and up to her face. She kissed her palm and held her hand.

   "I do love you Malle. More then anything in this world.“

   "And I you beastie.”

   A few days passed and Aurora returned to the castle awaiting the soon arrival of King Rupert. Maleficent stood at her side where she sworn to be for the rest of her days. They stood in the throne room. Aurora sat on her throne. Her cheek and temple were still bruised but not swollen. Her lip was still puffy. It would split open again when ever she smiled or laughed. It caused a pain in Maleficent’s heart every time.

   "Your Majesty I present King Rupert of the North Kingdom.“ Her court crier announced.

   Rupert was a small fat man of forty years. He walked up to them and bowed at Aurora.

   Aurora took Maleficent’s hand her nerves frayed slightly. Maleficent bowed down to her ear.

   "You will be fine my love.”

   Aurora nodded and stood. she walked forward pulling Maleficent with her to stand beside her.

   "Queen Aurora.“

   "Hello King Rupert.” Aurora bowed her head in return.

   The older King spotted the marks on the young queens face. Her bruised cheek and temple stood out starkly on her fair skin. her lip was angry and shinning from a fresh split in the scab. His face dropped intense sorrow and regret passed over his expression. He moves to approach and Maleficent steps in front of her wings expanded.

   "You will ask permission before approaching.“

   He back up.

   "You know Protector. When I first saw you at the christening you were menacing. With your wings you are more so.”

   Maleficent narrowed her eyes at the small man.

   Aurora placed a hand on the small of the faerie’s back.

   "Maleficent let him approach. I wish for him to get a good look at what his son has done to my face.“ Aurora commanded and she sat back in her throne.

   "Yes my queen.” She lowered her wings and stood beside Aurora once again.

   Rupert walked up the small stairs and stood a respectable distance away from the young woman. His sadness becoming deeper.

   "Aurora I…“

   "I do not want or expect and apology from you Rupert. You did not lay hand on me. The only reason I have not condemned your son to any length of a sentence is because I value our friendship.The ally I have in you is not one I wish to lose. As you may understand however I no long want your son in my Kingdom. We will not be wed.”

   "I understand Aurora. I am sorry it is ending this way. I do apologies to you for his actions. Please forgive my son.“

   Aurora looked up and Maleficent and back to Rupert.

   "Rupert whether I forgive your son or not is irrelevant. I will honor a Fae right here today. Maleficent is my true betrothed and Philip placing hands on me is a grave insult to her. She will punish him accordingly with her traditions without doing grievous harm to him. I also expect you to cast your punishment Rupert before me here. I wish to know exactly what will happen to him when he leaves here.”

   Rupert looked to Maleficent.

   "Please Protector do not kill my son.“

   "I have not intentions of killing him King Rupert. It is beneath me.” She sneered.

   Aurora stood and stood beside her love.

  “Guards bring in the prisoner.”

   Heavy doors open to the left of the throne.

   "Unhand me! You men will pay for your insolence.“

   The guards stopped in front of their Queen and released the still shackled Prince. Maleficent stepped forward staring down at the boy.

   "You. You witch. You unholy deacon. Curser of babes. I will see you hanged for this.”

   "Shut up.“ Maleficent warned.

   "Philip my son. I beg you do not make things worse for yourself.”

   "Father. Good you are here. This creature has poisoned the mind of my Aurora. She forced herself into her bed and took what was mine to take.“

   A powerful burst of green magic knock Philip back. He landed hard on his back. Aurora stood and watch carefully. Ready to reel her faerie in if needed.

   "Her majesty’s virtue is hers to give to whom she chooses not for someone to take as a trophy. You call me a beats sir but you are the only animal here. ”

   Maleficent grabbed by the shoulder of his shirt. Lifting him to his feet. Philip spat in her face. Aurora gasped lightly. Maleficent wiped her face. Her eyes swirled red as deep as her lips. He lunged at her trying to knock her off her balance. She balled her fist and drove it into the kids sternum. His breath leaving his lungs with a loud grunt. He dropped to his knees. She grabbed his lapel and pulled him up still gasping.

   "I didn’t even hit you that hard.“ She glared into his eyes driving an understanding into the overzealous boys head. She released his lapel. She sung a back hand and connected with the prince’s face. Blood coming from his mouth.

   "Maleficent. Stay your hand.” Aurora commanded.

   The faerie stopped and walked back to stand beside Aurora. He wings were twitching to take the boy to the clouds and drop him on his arrogant head. Aurora placed a gentle hand on her left wing to sooth it. It was the first time she touched a wing. It was amazingly soft but she could feel the strength they held.

   "King Rupert.“

   The small man stepped in front of his son.

   "Philip you have dishonored me and your mother. I am sending you to take the cowl. The priesthood with you boy. You will take the vow of silence and be grateful that you still have your life today. Make no mistake Philip you are far from forgiven. Queen Aurora and The Protector have shown you mercy today boy be grateful and leave with me.”

   The guards unshackled Philip. He turned to look at Aurora and Maleficent. His mouth bloodied. He grabbed the guard sword and ran at the throne. Maleficent push Aurora away grabbed the boy again. The blade drove into her shoulder. Maleficent’s wings flapped taking them to the top of the throne room. One hand around his neck the other pulling the blade from her shoulder.

   "Tú buachaill dúr. (you stupid boy) You should have just left with your father.“

   She dropped the sword to the ground and held him with both hands squeezing tighter and tighter. His face turning red as he gasped for breath.

   "Maleficent my love please don’t kill him.”

   Aurora’s pleas came up to her sensitive ears. She looked down at her and back at the limping body in her hands. she released his throat one hand at a time grabbing his shoulders again. she lowered them back to the ground. She dropped him to the floor gasping for breath. She walked out of the throne room leaving Aurora with her guards.

   "Rupert take him home. If he ever returns here I will look at it as an act of war.“ She walked up to him.

   "I love you old friend you were more of a father to me then my own was. He is only alive bacause Malefcent listens to me. Please dont make me regret stopping her.” Aurora walked out of the room following Maleficent.
   Aurora went into her bed chamber to find Maleficent standing on the railing of her balcony. Ready to take off at any second.

   "My love what are you doing?“

   Maleficent turned her head slightly over her shoulder.

   "I lost control My Queen. I am sorry.”

   Aurora smirked confused about the way she is addressing her.

   "Well it was understandable. He tried to kill me. I should have let you kill him for hurting you so.“

   She walked out onto the balcony and touch the Faerie’s wings. Maleficent stood ramrod straight at the contact. She loved the feeling of the young queens hand stroking her feathers. It did something to her body that she hand felt in awhile. It excited her.

   "Malle are you alright?”

   "Yes.“ She whispered.

   "Could you come down here please. I would like to look at your shoulder.”

   "It has healed beastie.“

   "Well come down here anyway I would like to talk to your face and not your butt.”

   Maleficent’s eyes bugged out slightly at the off comment.

   "Do you have a problem with my backside?“

   Aurora laughed. Her cheeks reddening. She sat on the bed and looked back at Maleficent who stepped off the railing.

   "No my Faerie. Your butt is actually one of my favorite things about you.”

   It was Maleficent’s turn to blush.


   "Well it is.”

   They sat together silently for a moment.

   "Are you truly alright my love?“ Aurora asked again.

   Maleficent sighed. She rubbed her hands over her face and laid back on the bed.

   "I don’t know. I feel very conflicted. I put you in danger again. I almost took a life of someone I don’t even feel deserves to stain my hands. When he came at you with that sword Aurora all I wanted to do was put it through his neck. But you are ever merciful my dear heart. If you hadn’t stopped me I would have choked the life from him. I would have dropped his lifeless body at his father’s feet.”

   Aurora straddled Maleficent’s hips and bent over her. She placed her hands on either side of the faerie’s head. Her hair falling over them like a curtain.

   "Maleficent you protected me. You saved my life and spared Philips. He isnt worth being a stain on your soul. He is gone from our lives.“
Aurora sat up and made to climb off her loves lap. Maleficent grabbed both her thighs and holding her still. Aurora looked down at her. Maleficent sat up and wrapped her arms around Aurora’s waist. Aurora circled her arms around the brunettes neck.


   "A bheith ar mo maité.“

   Aurora tilted her head. She loved Maleficents language. She wished she could learn it.

   "What love?”

   "Marry me.“

   Aurora giggle. Maleficent’s face was serious.


   Malle’s head dropped. She couldn’t take rejection from Aurora. Soft hands cupped her cheeks pulling her face to look up.

   "Of course I will marry you. I love you so much I couldn’t ever imagine being with anyone else.“

   Maleficent pressed her lips lightly to her Queens. she laced her fingers into the golden locks. Aurora moaned into her mouth. Pulling apart for a moment. Aurora’s head was spinning.

   "Is breá liom tú le gach rud mé. Beidh mé a thabhairt mo shaol a thabhairt duit mo chroí mhíle.”

   "What does that mean my Faerie?“

   Maleficent giggled.

   "It means, I love you with everything I am. I will give my life to you my dearest heart. If you will have it?”

   Aurora kissed the faerie. Running her hands up Malle’s back playing with the base of her wings. A chill ran through Maleficent’s body.

   "Oh Goddess. Aura please dont do that to me right now.“ Maleficent moaned.

   "Why whats does that do to you my love?”

   Maleficent looked into Aurora’s eyes.

   "The same thing me doing this…“ She gently squeezes Aurora’s ass causing the blonde to grind into Maleficent’s hips and an excited gasp to leave her lips. ”… does to you.“

   "Maleficent. You are a wicked wicked faerie.”

   "And you are a naughty naughty girl.“

   Aurora smirked. She pressed her hips into Maleficent. Grinding herself against the taller woman.

   "Aurora. You are a terrible tease.”

   "I want you Maleficent. I want you inside me. I want to feel you all over me.“

   Maleficent looked deep into Aurora’s eyes. Her eyes darkened with lust.


   Aurora placed a finger on Malle’s lips.

   "Not here. I want to make love to you for the first time home. In the Moors. In your tree. I have dreamt of making love to you there many a night.“

   Maleficent smiled at the confession.

   "You have dreamt of me?”

   Aurora burrowed her face in Maleficent’s neck.

   "I can’t believe I just spoke that aloud.“

   Maleficent grabbed Aurora lightly and kissed her lightly again.

   "Love don’t ever be embarrassed by that. I have dreamt of as well my heart.”

   Aurora giggled and hugged Malle.

   "Malle I want to go home.“

   "Then home we shall go.”