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Spy au! Part 3

Shout out to @merchant-of-aegis for being a big helping me! Ok so here’s part three:

•Shiro and Allura wants to make sure that the bond hasn’t been too affected from Lance’s undercover mission. (And if Shiro is low key planning on trying to find out what happened happened between Lance and Keith, he doesn’t say anything)

•But Lance won’t do it. Refuses to. Says that he isn’t ready to try and patch things up with Keith. Let alone let the others see what he went through.

•And of course Shiro lectures Lance that he shouldn’t hide from whatever happened between him and keith, that as long as there is a rift between them, it’s going to be way harder to form voltron. He goes in to saying that everyone is worried about him and that need to know what happened.

•Lance’s response is “why don’t you ask Keith? He knows what he did.” And leaves the training deck. *Dramatically exits stage left*

•The others look at Keith and he tells them that he’ll show them what happened. And this now everyone knows why Lance is pissed off at Keith, and don’t exactly blame him.(Hunk definitely gave him some killer stares for a few days afterwards)

•But they only know what Keith saw, not afterwards. And Shiro does intend to find out.

•Of course it’s hard to catch him off guard after that. He usually only comes out of wherever he’s been hiding to eat, shower and train. And even then he does this in the middle of the night, when everyone is asleep. The only other times they see him is if he’s with Pidge and Hunk, and even then he won’t answer any questions.

•It’s a few days after this that the others find out about his spine being replaced. Poor Hunk walked in while Lance was drying off from a shower

•He still avoids questions about it and about the mission. He’ll only ever talk about it if he has information that will help them in missions

•But Shiro is finally able to get him alone. He does ask any questions, he doesn’t press for information. He just hugs him and tells him that he’s glad that he made it out alive

•Lance breaks down. It’s been a long time coming, and Shiro holds him though it. Lance babbles about how much it hurt to be the enemy, to have his friend hate him, how much The Fall crushed him( figuratively? Physically? Both? Who knows)

•After that, lance will go to Shiro, or Hunk, whenever he feels ready to talk about what he had to do and went through with the Galra. But it’s always hard to get him to start, and they can never tell what happened when.

•It’s always little information that they have to piece together to get a real timeline of events. But it’s worth it, to be able to know what Lance’s time with the Galra is really like.

Here is some smaller details and other things that I wanted to slip in that I didn’t get to in my other posts:

•Lance and Allura definitely have a close relationship with each other after the mission. Not romantic, all platonic. Think brother/sister kind of relationship

•Allura is definitely overprotective of Lance once he gets back, especially after she sees his arm. While he may give information on Lotor, it takes awhile before he can persuade her to let him fight with the others again.

•While Lance was with the Galra, he did his best to try and help the prisoners. While he couldn’t help them escape, he did however slip extra food and water into cells, even some medicine if he knows that a prisoner comes back from the arena. His kindness is never forgotten. And when they rescue prisoners that Lance has helped out, they always thanked him for his kindness.


•Lance definitely gets a wardrobe upgrade while with lotor, still trying to commit to a certain look. (If any of you guys want to give it a shot, or send me some ideas, be my guest.)


After Lance’s spine is open information to the Paladins, Pidge and Hunk begged Lance to let them take a look. He shot the idea down so fast, they couldn’t even plead. Pidge’s still asks sometimes, but its always when looks like he might be having some trouble with it.

•Lance does get phantom pains. they don’t happen often, but they can get pretty bad,
•the worst ones are when he gets phantom pains in his spine, that is the only time he will ask Shiro or Hunk for help

•Lance is hella bendy now. Yea, he was really flexible before, but now? He is scary flexible.
• he almost made Hunk faint when he saw lance bending half backwards, both hands and feet planted on the floor.

That’s all I really got for now. But if any of you guys have any questions or want to talk about this au, my messages and asks are wide open.

And if any of you guys want to make art or write for this au, I’m fully supportive of you . I ask that you guys do tag me so I can see/read it and reblog it!

My First Time With Sister - Taboo Stories

This is a story about me Dan and my sister Kirsty, we both live in a house that was left to us when our mum and dad past away a few years ago, myself I am 25 years of age and work from a near by builders, my Sister has just turned 18 and this is what my story is really about so sit back read my story and have a nice wank as I tell you what happened, ( why not send me a photo of you wanking as you read ). 

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So its a lot of words. but its a quick read cause its in sections. I just thought it was kind of a cute idea :D Not my best ever, but I still wanted to post it cause why not? It may make one person smile… maybe haha ;D


— You and Bucky are roommates and you ask for him to teach you to be better at sex so you can please another guy —

“Y/N!” You heard your roommate shout from across the apartment. “Have you seen my shirt?!”

“Why of course, I know exactly what you do with all your shirts. What type, what color, what brand are you looking for? Wait, let me just look into my Bucky Barnes archives…” You shouted back with way too much sass.

A shirtless Bucky poked his head around the door of your bedroom. “Hardy har har.” He returned before coming fully into the room. “You’re overly sassy for no apparent reason. What’s going on?” He strutted over to the bed and took the book from your hands as he sat down. “Chaucer?” he questioned. “You only subject yourself to Chaucer when you’re in a bad mood.”

“Yea, well I had a change of heart.” You retort as you try to snag your book back. He pulled it further from your reach. “Buck, give me my book back.”

“No, not until you tell me why you’re in full sass mode today.”

“Well, then I’ll never get it back.” You sighed as you crossed your arms in front of your chest and leaned back against the headboard.

“C’mon Y/N. I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything.” He spoke as he smiled one of his killer ‘your panties just melted’ smiles. Except, you knew when he smiled like that to you, it was merely platonic. Which sucked.

“Ok fine” you huffed out. “The truth is…” you began as you sat up. “Steve is my best friend.”

Bucky let out a frustrated groan and threw your book back in your general direction. “As if. You know you like me better.” He stood in front of you and stared down; His eyes traveling up and down your body. “If you don’t tell me then I’ll just tickle you until you do.”

You made a face at that. “Don’t do that.”

Bucky started to walk towards the side of the bed where you sat. “You’ve left me with no choice, Doll.” He got closer and grabbed your arm as you tried to scramble away.

“OK, OK!! Don’t do it. I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you!” Bucky released you from his grip.

“There. Was that so hard? Now spill, Doll. Whats going on?”

You sat up once again and brushed your fingers through your hair. “Fine, but stand over there.” Bucky’s eyes travelled to where you pointed.

“You want me to stand in the corner?” His ‘you-cant-be-serious’ look took over his face. “You cant be serious.”

You sighed as you began to explain. “I need you to be as far away from me as possible when I tell you this. Its embarrassing.”

Bucky crossed his arms and began to retreat to the corner. “Fine. Makes total sense, Weirdo.”

You ignored his comment and pulled your knees up under your chin. “Ok. There is no easy way to say this so im just gonna do it.” You sucked in a deep breath. “I don’t know how to have sex. Not well anyway. I have this date with this guy on Friday and its going to be the third date. Everyone knows the third date rule! I don’t want to suck.” You finished with a deep breath, recovering your oxygen levels from your intense rambling.

“You’re still going out with that guy?” Bucky demanded as he began to near you again.

You pointed your finger back at him. “Stay! And yes I am.”

“Why the fuck–?” he started but caught himself before he revealed too much. “Y/N, look, sex is sex. Its, uh, its not that big of a deal. Im sure youll be great.” He said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s a huge deal, Buck! HUGE! Its sex!”

“You’ve had, uh, sex before right?”

“Twice.”

“Twice.” He repeated.

“Yes, twice. I’m going to suck. I know it.”

“Youre not going to suck. It’s not possible”

“How would you know, Buck? Its not like we’ve had sex.” Bucky couldn’t argue with that, they hadn’t, despite how much he wanted to. “Which is why I’m asking you to help me.” You said, snapping Bucky out of his thoughts. “I want you to make me better at sex.”

Buckys head shot up from the direction of his feet, eyes wide. “WHAT?!”

“Please Buck, you said it yourself: sex is sex. Whats the harm if you teach me the ins and outs of it. No pun intended.” You smirked to yourself.

“You’re my best friend!” he spoke in an attempt to find an excuse.

“Friends have sex all the time. You’d just be helping a friend out.”

Bucky thought of another excuse. “What makes you think I can teach you anything?”

You chuckled “I think the plethora of random girls that scream their heads off in pleasure and beg for more is enough for me to know how good you are.”

Bucky blushed. “You hear that?”

“They’re like banshees, Bucky.”

“Are not.” He huffed

“Are too” You returned. Bucky crossed and uncrossed his arms before shifting his weight to his left foot. “Bucky, please. We are always there for each other when the other needs something.”

Bucky let out a sharp laugh. “Yea, but usually its when you want me to pick up your prescriptions from the pharmacy or fix the plumbing.”

“Buck, I need you. I know this is slightly different, but whats the harm?”

“I don’t know.” Bucky pulled his phone from his back pocket to check the time. “I have to go meet Steve. Just let me think about it.” He pocketed his phone again and turned to leave the room.

“Don’t forget a shirt!” You called after him.

Bucky opened the door to the café and scanned the room for his friend. When he saw the over compensating build and light hair he started towards one of the window tables. “Steve.”

Steve looked up from his view of the city and smiled as he saw his oldest friend. “Bucky, its good to see you.”

Bucky took a seat opposite of Steve and ordered a coffee when the waitress came around. “Hows things?”

“Great.” Steve began. “Sharon is great. We got a cat.”

Bucky chuckled. “A cat? Since when are you a cat person?”

“Since Sharon is a cat person.” He smirked. “But, whats going on with you? Hows Y/N?”

“Funny that you bring her up.” Bucky said before he smiled and thanked the waitress for his coffee.

“Oh yea?” Steve smiled. “Finally tell her how you feel, did you?

“Yea right. Cause that would go over soooo well.”

“Oh c’mon man, you’ve liked her since she moved in.”

“Doesn’t matter, she doesn’t feel the same. She, uh, asked me this morning to help her become a pro at sex.”

Steve choked on his coffee and reached for a napkin to clean the drops from his chin. “What!?”

“Yea.” Bucky signed and sipped his drink

“What exactly does that entail?”

“She wants us to have sex.” Bucky replied nonchalantly. “She wants us to have sex until shes good at it, apparently.

“Wow. Why?”

“Shes got this date on Friday. Says it’s the third date so they HAVE to have sex for some stupid reason.” He huffed.

“Well,” Steve started “Think of the Bright side: Youll get to have sex with the girl you love.”

“Smooth attempt at making me feel better, pal, but there is no bright side. She wants me for the wrong reason. Its not like she loves me back.”

“All the more reason to tell her. Maybe she just hasn’t thought of you in that way yet and telling her may open her eyes.”

“I don’t know, man. Shes pretty determined. I think if she liked me she’d know.”

“Just think about it, Buck”

“Its all I think about. Which makes me think I cant go through with this.”

“Oh, you definitely cannot go through with this.”

Bucky reentered his apartment after a long and thoughtful conversation with Steve. He had a very valid point: there was no way Bucky could go through with this, but the more he thought about it, the more he didn’t want to disappoint Y/N.  She felt insecure and that was the last thing Bucky wanted. So he could do this just once, right?

“Bucky?” Y/N called, stepping out of her bedroom. “Are you alright? You seem a little dazed.” She continued once she saw his facial expression.

“Yea well what do you expect?” Bucky mumbled to himself as Y/N entered the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.

“Did you say something?”

“What? No.” He hurriedly spit out. Y/N returned her attention to the coffee maker. “So, I was thinking…” she met his eyes as he continued. “We could try what you proposed. Just once. I’ll tell you what you want to know from that one time, but no more. Deal?”

Y/N squealed in appreciation. “Oh Bucky, you have no idea what this means to me. Thank you so much.”

She jumped into his arms and wrapped her own around his neck. “Yea. I mean what are friends for right?”

“Right!” she smiled. She was so beautiful that he almost kissed her right then and there, but he quickly stepped away.

“So, uh, how do you want to go about this?” Bucky questioned as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I say we just jump into it. I mean, this is practically for science. No need to beat around the bush.”

Bucky felt his heart crumble just a bit. Hearing her say those words was the last thing he wanted. If anything, he wanted this to mean something to her in the slightest. But clearly it didn’t. “Alright.” He spoke clearly frustrated. He reached for the hem of his shirt and aimed to pull it over his head, but was stopped by Y/Ns soft hand on top of his.

“Let me.” She lifted his shirt off for him and Bucky thought he had never been more turned on. Y/N pulled hers off and slipped out of her sleep shorts then turned and strutted off into her bedroom.

“Jesus.” Bucky mumbled as he followed after her.

When he stepped through the door, she was standing there waiting for him in just her underwear. He eased himself closer to her and she reached for the belt around his hips. ‘This is so bad’ he thought as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up to him. She looked into his eyes and down to his lips. Slowly, she reached up and pressed her lips to his in the softest of motions. Bucky fell completely into it and Y/N placed her hand on the back of his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, but Bucky pulled away. He couldn’t do this. It just wasn’t right.

“Bucky?” she whispered as she placed her hands on either sides of his face. “Whats the matter?”

Bucky gripped her hands in his own and removed them from his face. “I cant do this.” He spoke so quietly; it was practically to himself.

“What?” Her face twisted in concern.

“I cant do this.” Bucky said a little louder so she could hear him, but this time it was laced with a bit of frustration.

“Why?”

Bucky took a few steps away from her. “I just cant.” He grabbed for his shirt, but Y/N stepped up into his space and grabbed it from him before he could put it on. “Y/N, give me my shirt back.”

“No, Buck. Not until you tell me whats going on.”

“Fine, keep it.” He huffed as he headed for the door.

“Bucky!” Y/N yelled after him. “Bucky, wait!”

Y/N chased him out the door and into their tiny living room. She grabbed his arm to keep him from getting further away from her. “Y/N, Stop!” Bucky yelled as he tried to break free from her grasp. She was deceptively strong.

“Bucky, please just tell me whats going on.” He could hear the sadness in her voice. It almost broke his heart. “Please.” She whispered. Bucky turned to face her with a cold expression on his face. He figured it was better than showing her his true emotions in this moment. ‘Did I do something wrong?” He met her eyes in shock. That was the last possible problem. “Do you not want me?” Slowly, tears began to fall down her cheeks.

Bucky sighed. “That is not possible.” He whispered

“Which?” she questioned

“Neither. You didn’t do anything wrong and its definitely not because I don’t want you, OK?” He reached up and brushed the tears from her cheeks.

“Then what is it?”

“Nothing, Y/N”

“Youre lying.” She was starting to get angry.

“No, Im n-“ he started, but was interrupted.

“Yes, you are!” Y/N was a full on mix of pissed and distressed. “Tell me!” she yelled.

“Y/N” Bucky sighed

“TELL ME!” She screamed again.

“I LOVE YOU!” Bucky yelled in her face before he’d even realized what he was doing. He breathed heavily, eyes looking directly at her before he stepped back and looked to his feet. “I love you.” He spoke again, much quieter.

“Bucky..”

“No, just don’t.” Bucky rushed past her back to her room and put his shirt back on. When he got back to the living room, Y/N was still standing there in shock. “I have to go.” He grabbed his keys of the hook and slammed the door, knocking Y/N out of her shock.

Sharon opened the door to her and her boyfriends apartment to find Bucky standing in the doorway, his head hung low, soaked to the bone. It must’ve been pouring outside. “Bucky, come in.” When he didn’t make a move to enter the apartment, she grabbed him by his arm and slowly pulled him inside. “Steve!?” she yelled “Can you come here?”

Steve walked out from their bedroom. “Yea, babe- Bucky?”

“He just showed up. Im going to go get some towels and an extra shirt.” She said ask she walked Bucky over to the couch and helped him sit down before walking to the bathroom. Steve inched closer to his friend and sat down across from him.

“Buck?” he spoke, but got no response. “Bucky?” he tried again. “What happened?”

Bucky looked up from his hands, but refused to meet Steve’s eyes. “I told her.”

“Well, that’s good isn’t it?” Steve questioned.

“No, Steve, its not. We were about to have sex.”

“You were going to do it!?”

“Just once. She was doubting herself and you know how I get when she does that. I was only going to do it once and help her. I thought I could suppress my feelings for one time.”

“Bucky…”

“I kissed her once and I couldn’t do it. Before I knew it, I was yelling that I love her and now im here.”

Steve placed a hand on his friends shoulder as his girlfriend returned with the shirt and towels. She placed them next to Bucky to use as he needed.

“What did she say?” Steve asked.

“Nothing.” Bucky sighed. “She just stood there. So I left. Well, actually I started to leave the second after I told her.”

“You didn’t give her a chance to say anything?”

“I couldn’t, Steve. I just had to get out of there.”

“Oh, Buck.” Steve started “Just stay here tonight, ok?” he sighed. “But tomorrow you have to talk to her.”

Buckys eyes widened. “No, Steve. I cant.”

“You can. And you will. She is the only girl you’ve ever given a fuck about, never mind the fact that she and Sharon get along great. You’ve made yourself a nice little mess and you’re going to fix it so we can all still be friends. Im too used to our little foursome now to have it fall apart at the seams.”

“Arent you the one who told me to tell her how I felt?”

Steve stood from his chair. “Yea. I was thinking more of a sweet scenario where you buy her flowers and don’t bolt after you tell her.”

Bucky grumbled and wrapped a bright, pink towel around his shoulders. “Well you didn’t specify.”

“I figured it was implied, Buck” Steve began to turn towards is bedroom. “Couch is all yours for tonight. Enjoy, stretch out, think of ways to get your girl. But im gonna turn in. My lady is waiting.”

Bucky made a face. “Steve, I swear if you guys have sex 20 feet away from me…”

“Chill Buck, Sharon and I are hardcore cuddlers.”

“That’s almost worse.”

“Oh please, Buck if you had Y/N you’d cuddle nonstop.”

“Don’t remind me that I don’t have her.” Bucky returned as he stretched out onto the couch.

“Goodnight Bucky.” Steve sighed and retreated to his bedroom where is girlfriend waited for him. Lucky bastard Bucky thought.

Bucky jolted awake at the sound of 3 sharp knocks. He could have sworn he imagined it and was getting ready to settle back into sleep when he heard it again. He grabbed his phone from his pant pocket which had long been discarded onto the floor halfway through the night. It was 3:30 am. What the hell. Bucky groaned as he sat up and walked his shirtless, underwear clad body into Steve and Sharon’s room. Sharon was nestled up against Steves side and their cat sat on his chest, rising and falling in rhythm with Steves breathing. Bucky shuffled forward to Steves side and nudged his shoulder until he woke up.

Steves eyes slowly opened and looked into those of his best friend. “Bucky, what the hell?”

“Little early for cursing don’t you think, Cap?”

Steve sighed and laid his head back on his pillow. “What do you want, Buck?” He whispered in an effort not to stir his girlfriend.

“Theres a knock on your door” Bucky spoke nonchalantly as he pointed in its general direction.

“What?”

“Theres a knock-“ Bucky started but what interrupted by the knock itself. “See?”

Steve sat up slightly, causing the cat to jump of his chest and Sharon to slowly shift in her sleep. “And you woke me because…?”

“I don’t know. Its 3:30 am. Its dark. Im vulnerable. It could be a psycho killer and im not in the mood.”

Steve pushed the sheets of his legs and sat up. “Are you kidding me, Buck? Youre the fucking winter soldier.”

Steve began to walk towards the door as the knocking continued with Bucky hot on his heels. “Yea, well you’re Captain America. We are equally as capable of opening the door, but this is your apartment so I figured id let you. Just in case it is a psycho killer, youd be able to say you defended your own domicile.”

“Gee thanks.” Steve huffed as he reached for the doorknob. The door opened to reveal a slightly disheveled Y/N in none other than her pajamas. Bucky and Steve stared at her for a moment before Steve turned to Bucky. “Well, it’s for you. Totally get why you were scared though. She looks like a murderous demon.” Steve sighed sarcastically. “Im going back to bed. Lovely to see you though Y/N. Sharon misses you like crazy. I mean it’s been like what, 3 weeks since we’ve seen you. Crazy how time flies, we should really-“ Steve continued before being interrupted by Bucky.

“Steve go to bed.” Bucky spoke without taking his eyes off Y/N.

“Oh geez, fine. Goodnight Y/N”

“Goodnight Steve. “Y/N returned with a feeble smile.

Once Steve was definitely in his room, Bucky turned back to face Y/N. “What are you doing here?”

“Bucky, we need to talk.”

“Look, Y/N if this is about earlier then theres no need. I-“

“I love you, Bucky.” Y/N interrupted.

It was Buckys turn to stand there in shock.

“Bucky?”

Bucky snapped back to his senses and was less than pleased. “Is this some kind of sick joke to you? That’s really low Y/N. I spill my guts and you have the audacity to make fun of me for it.” Bucky turned back into the apartment but Y/n followed him in, shutting the door behind her.

“Bucky, im not lying.”

“You are too. You are supposed to go out on a date this weekend. You don’t love me. If you did, you wouldn’t date that idiot.”

“Bucky you said you love me and you had sex 3 days ago. Not with me, I might add.” Y/N replied laced with a little frustration.

“So? I had to get my frustrations out somehow. I’m not the one who suggested we have casual buddy sex.”

“Bucky, I was just really confused ok? I really thought that if we had sex once that I’d get over you. I don’t even have a date this weekend. I broke up with Mike after he slapped our waitress’ ass as she walked by on our last date.”

“Prick” Bucky mumbled. “So you tricked me into sex?”

“Tricked is such a harsh word.”

“But an accurate one” Bucky finished.

“We didn’t even have sex Bucky. I didn’t even think id be able to go through with it. I just wanted to propose the idea to see how youd react. To see if you wanted me too. I almost died when you pulled away from me.”

Bucky looked up into her eyes. “Yea, well you got what you wanted didn’t you?”

Y/N detected a hint of anger in his words. “Are you actually mad at me? Bucky, we love each other. Or at least we did a couple hours ago.”Bucky refused to speak. It lasted so long that Y/N turned to leave. “Fine, Bucky. Ill just go” Y/N was stopped by a firm grip on her wrist. She looked up and Bucky pulled her to him, kissing her like his life depended on it. Y/N kissed back with as much ferocity as she could. It was passionate and sexy and melting. Y/N had wanted this for so long and it was amazing. They pulled apart only to breathe and Bucky brushed his fingers through her hair.

“We love each other?” He spoke as he rested his forehead on hers.

“Yea, we do”

“I cant believe it.” Bucky chuckled. “I’ve been in love with you since you moved in.”

“Two years, Four months, and eighteen days.” Y/N whispered.

“What?” Buckys head snapped up in shock.

“That’s how long we’ve lived together.”

“Wow.” Bucky stepped back from her embrace and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“I know because that’s how long ive loved you too.”

“WHAT?!”

“What?”

“You’ve loved me that long too? You had a boyfriend when you moved in.”

“I know, which is weird now that I think about it because he let me move in with another man. He said he wasn’t worried, but he should have been.”

“I’m the reason you dumped that guy a month after you moved in?” Bucky questioned. Y/N only nodded in response. “I cant believe it.” Bucky sighed. “I hated that guy!”

Y/N giggled and moved to cup his face with both hands. “That’s what he told me.”

“Oh, yea right. How would he know?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see it either, but he insisted that you liked me and wanted to kill him with your metal arm.”

Bucky chuckled and crossed is arms over his chest. “Well, the guy wasn’t as big of an idiot as I thought.”

“You’re ridiculous.” Y/N laughed.

Bucky grabbed Y/Ns hand and walked her over to the couch. He laid down and pulled her on top of him.

“Bucky what are you doing?”

“I’m getting ready to sleep with the girl I love.” He replied as he readjusted his pillow.

“Um, shouldn’t we go home? You know, since you aren’t mad at me anymore?”

“Oh please, doll. I was never mad at you. More just mad at myself. Also, Sharon and Steve miss you didn’t you hear? And all I want to do is take you home and stay in bed with you for days, but I figure I owe them a favor for letting me stay and whine. So, tomorrow we can all go out and they’ll stop complaining about never seeing you, THEN we will stay in bed for days.”

“Ah, great plan, Barnes.”

“Yea, I thought so.” He smiled his cheeky grin. “But for now we will sleep together and actually sleep.”

Mines - Rap Monster (BTS)

You fell on your back off of Namjoon and began to pant from all of the energy you had just exerted whilst riding him till you both came. You turned your head and looked over at him. He was also panting, with a gleam of sweat laid on his forehead. He turned to meet your eyes and smiled softly. He pulled you into his arms and brushed his lips gently against yours sending tingly butterflies to your stomach. 

“You always make me feel so good princess.” he whispered making you blush brightly as he pecked your nose gently in the after sex glaze. “Are you hungry?” he asked squeezing you tightly against his body so that your face was now on his neck.

“No.” you whispered inhaling his masculine sexy scent. 

“Do you want me to draw us a bath then?” he questioned. You shook your head, no. “Then what do you wanna do princess?” he asked sweetly. 

“Cuddle.” you mumbled and he chuckled. 

“Ok love.” he responded as you draped your arm around his waist and got yourself more comfortable. The room fell into a comfortable silence as you both just enjoyed each other’s company and warmth. This had been going on for quite some time. 

Namjoon and you had been best friends since you were kids. When he joined BTS he often flew you to where he was just to hang with him and the boys. You had developed feelings for him over time however and one drunken night just so happened to lead to you hooking up with him. You couldn’t lie, it was amazing, it was your dream come true. You knew Namjoon had feelings for you as well because he was always so sweet to you and treated you better than you had ever seen him treat anyone else. However, after the hook up he confessed that you both couldn’t be together for he didn’t want to expose you to that kind of hate. This led to your current friends with benefits arrangement. You had sex and behaved just like a couple but you were not. It completely devastated you whenever you thought about it. 

“Namjoon can we talk about something?” you asked all of a sudden.

“Anything.” he hummed and you pulled away from him slightly and turned onto your stomach so that your face was close to his. He looked at you lazily, still in that sweet daze. He looked like an angel, as always to be honest. His hair was all scruffy and lips red from all the heated kissing that had happened previously. 

You breathed in trying to gather some courage before you spoke. “So I was just thinking…” you began and he nodded waiting patiently for you to continue talking. “About well… us and everything and I don’t understand why we aren’t a couple as yet. I want to be yours…officially.” you said looking at him closely. He sighed and closed his eyes.

“We’ve talked about this already Y/N.” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“Yes we have Namjoon and I don’t care about what will happen to me because I will be happy ok. All I want is you I don’t care what anyone thinks or what they say about me or to me.” you said clearly irritated. 

“Y/N please you are just saying that now because you don’t understand at all. You don’t know how it is like to get hate on that level, you won’t be able to handle it.” he said speaking softly to you. He reached out to touch your cheek but you moved away from him and got off of the bed. He sat up and looked at you with a pained expression.

“Fuck you Namjoon! You can’t speak for me! You can’t tell me what I can or cannot handle!” you yelled at him as you grabbed your yellow sundress from the floor. 

“Babe, please come back on the bed and calm down.” he whispered reaching to grab your hand but you slapped his hand away and slipped your dress on.

“No I won’t! You don’t care about me at all! You won’t make me yours but you’ll fuck me over and over right!” you screamed at him. 

“It’s not like that and you know it.” he said and you could tell from his tone that your statement hurt him but you didn’t care.

“Yes it is! It is! You aren’t going to make me yours so why should we keep doing this!?” you retorted as you pulled your black panties up and grabbed your purse. 

He sighed and got up pulling on some pajama bottoms. “It’s up to you if you want to continue this or not. But I am not going to put you through what you are asking me to put you through.” 

“You self centered asshole! I won’t continue this!” you screamed and made to go to his bedroom door but he stepped in your way. 

“’Where are you going Y/N?” he asked. “I know you’re angry at me but don’t leave just calm down and we can…” he began but you interrupted him.

“No! Move now Namjoon!” you screamed in his face. 

“Fine but I’m driving you home.” he said sternly. 

You rolled your eyes and mumbled, “Fine.” as you crossed your arms. You knew when it came to your safety he didn’t play, he would never let you find your way home alone since you didn’t have your car at the moment. 

You sat in the living room quietly and waited for him to dress. The other BTS members were asleep since it was late. Namjoon got dressed quickly and you both got into his car. The ride to your house was quiet and tense. No one said anything. When he parked outside your home you got out quickly and so did he. He wanted to walk you to the door as he always did but you didn’t allow it, you sped to your door and dug in your purse for your keys. 

“Y/N” he mumbled when he was behind you. You felt your fingers brush against the keys as he called your name again. You grabbed the keys and spun around to face him. 

“What.” you snapped and he sighed. 

“I’m sorry, I am only doing this for your own good.” he said sadly. 

“Is that all you have to say?” you asked glaring at him. He nodded slowly. “Ok good bye.” you said.

“Wait. You are coming to our album’s release party though right?” he asked. You had promised him you would go weeks ago. You nodded your head and you could see he smiled slightly which warmed your heart but then you remembered that you were pissed. You said bye again and went inside.



Two days after was the party. You didn’t talk to Namjoon since, which was hard for you as you usually spoke to him every day. You put on a white short body con dress and red high heels as well as red lipstick. You made your way over to their dorm in your car. You could hear the music from down the street. 

You made your way to the door and got in. The place was totally packed. There were people everywhere, just partying and having a good time. You walked into the living room which was the main area of the party. You spotted Namjoon immediately. You bit your lip so as not to smile but god he looked good in his white shirt and black pants. He spotted you and made his way over. “Y/n.” he whispered as he pulled you into a hug. You wanted to melt right there but you stayed strong. 

He pulled away and looked at you. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls or texts?” he asked and you could tell he was worried. 

“We aren’t dating I don’t owe you anything.” you said sounding much more confident than you were.  He opened his mouth to say something just as Taehyung came. 

“Y/N! Finally you’re here! You want a drink?!” he asked smiling at you sweetly. 

“Yea sure.” you responded and he made to turn away to go get the drink but you grabbed his hand. “Wait let me come with you.” you said and he nodded. You glanced at Namjoon who just shook his head which pissed you off. Tae led you to where the drinks were at and handed you a beer. He then led you to a couch where you both sat. You chatted for a while before you spotted Namjoon yet again. He was on the other side of the vast living room talking to a very attractive member of their staff who wore a very revealing dress. 

That made your blood boil with jealousy.  He met your eyes and smirked. He was fucking with you. Well you would show him surely. “Tae let’s dance.” you said all of a sudden cutting him off mid sentence but he didn’t seem to care. He agreed to dance. 

You took his hand and led him to where everyone was dancing. A very seductive song was playing so you immediately spun around so that your bum was pressed up to his crotch. You began to grind against him. He made a stifled noise but his hands went to your waist holding you close to him. You looked for Namjoon and sure enough he was glaring daggers at you, the pretty staff member long forgotten. It was your turn to smirk now. You could see he was not happy. You kept moving against Taehyung for a while before you saw Namjoon making his way over to you. He stopped a few steps away from you and mouthed the word come. 

“I’ll be right back.” you told Taehyung and made your way over to Namjoon, the smirk still present on your lips.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he whispered vehemently at you.

“Whatever I want. You are not my man. I can do what I want with Taehyung or anyone for that matter, unless of course, you changed your mind.” you replied.

He chuckled, “Really? You’re just doing this to make me jealous? Trust me I am never changing my mind.” he spat at you. That angered and saddened you, “Do whatever you want I don’t care.” he continued.

You scoffed. “Fine I will.” you said and spun around walking back to Taehyung. “Come with me honey.” you said sweetly to him taking his hand and leading him upstairs to his bedroom. You closed the door behind the both of you.

“Is everything ok?” he asked clearly confused.

You didn’t respond. Instead you just walked towards him and crashed your lips to his kissing him enthusiastically. He took a while to kiss back obviously stunned but he did kiss back. 

A half hour later and he was sat on the edge of the bed cock buried deep inside of you as you rode him quickly. Your desire to fuck with Namjoon was clouding your judgement, not to mention Taehyung’s cock inside you. It felt so good. He was larger than you imagined, but not as big as Namjoon though. 

You moaned in pleasure along with Taehyung, you were enjoying him and he was enjoying you. Suddenly the door slammed open to reveal  Namjoon. As soon as he saw you his face turned red. Your dress was still on just pushed up around your waist.  Your hair was a mess and there was a big red hickey on your neck. Taehyung gasped when he saw Namjoon but you just kept riding him.

“Stop it!” Namjoon yelled, beyond pissed. 

“Fuck no, I’m going to cum.” you moaned feeling your high drawing closer as Namjoon glared at you. Taehyung was deep in pleasure as well. All he could do was moan. 

“I said to stop it!” Namjoon screamed making you only ride Tae faster whilst moaning his name. Namjoon stomped over to you and practically ripped you off of Taehyung. “You fucking slut!” he screamed as he threw you over his shoulder and yanked your dress down so that your throbbing pussy was no longer on display. “Fuck you!” he spat at Taehyung as he carried you out of the room. Taehyung just stayed sat on the bed in shock and still hard as fuck. 

Namjoon carried you down the hall to his room. When you were inside he put you to stand and then locked the door before turning to glare at you. “What the fuck was that?!” he screamed.

“It was exactly what it looked like. I was riding Taehyung and it felt fucking good.” you spat at him. He growled, he fucking growled at you and you would be lying if you said it didn’t send tingles straight to your pussy. 

“Listen to me ok…” he began but you cut him off.

“No. I won’t!” you yelled.

He glared at you with dark eyes and grabbed your chin forcing you to look into his eyes. “I wasn’t asking princess.” he snarled. You tried to glare back at him but it failed. Your lust filled eyes gave you away. “Now, listen to me when I say this.” he said in a dark sexy voice his hand still had a firm grip on your chin. “You are mines.” 

When the words left his lips you moaned, you fucking moaned so loud, you couldn’t stop yourself. “Do you hear me baby girl?” he asked  pulled you closer to him to whisper it heatedly in your ear. “You belong to me.”

“Yes daddy.” you responded. He bit your ear hard making you yelp before he kissed it softly, soothing the pain. He moved his head slightly and looked at the mark that Taehyung had left on you. He leaned down and attached his lips to the spot sucking hard on it. You moaned and grabbed onto him for fear that your legs would give out. However, he had a strong grip on your waist.

He sucked it for a good while before pulling away and admiring his work. “Don’t ever let anyone else mark you again do you hear me?” he snarled  looking down at you. You nodded quickly. “Use your fucking words!” he ordered.

“Yes daddy.” you responded staring up at him in need. You were so horny you felt like you would explode any second. He smirked before he smashed his lips to yours hard making you moan as you kissed back. You sneakily slipped your tongue into his mouth to play with his. He seemed to like that as he began kissing you even more passionately. 

His hands found the zipper at the back of your dress and roughly undid it. You heard a snap and pulled away from the kiss. You realized that he had broken the zip. “Namjoooooon” you whined. 

“Shut the fuck up!” he snarled and practically ripped the dress from your body leaving you completely in the nude. You could feel how slippery in between your legs were now, you were in need of him. “On the bed, now” he ordered as his eyes scanned your naked form up and down. 

You quickly did as he said and got onto the bed making sure to give him a good view of your pussy when you laid down with your legs spread open. “Good girl.” he whispered under his breath, his eyes glued to your moist core on display for him. He licked his lips sexily and you couldn’t help but notice the obvious bulge in his pants. “Touch yourself.” he mumbled almost to himself but you heard him. 

You bit your lip lustily and slipped a hand down your body, stopping it at your core. You slowly began to rub your clit letting out a soft whimper at the enjoyable friction. You used your other hand and began to softly pinch one of your nipples. It sent tingles of pleasure throughout your entire body making you long for Namjoon’s cock even more. 

“You’re such a naughty girl aren’t you? Touching yourself like that for daddy” he said his voice dark with lust.

“Yes daddy.” you whimpered as you sped up your fingers and squeezed your legs together from the pleasure. 

He chuckled and slowly made his way over to you on the bed. He used his knees to climb onto the bed and placed a hand each on either of your knees. He pried your legs open and ripped your hand away from your core. Before you could protest his tongue was viciously circling your sensitive bud and you screamed out loud reaching both hands down to pull at his hair. 

Namjoon knew exactly what to do to pleasure you so good. His tongue felt hot and wet against your clit and it gave you so much ecstasy. “Daddy” you moaned as you looked down at him. He was looking straight at you loving the way you reacted to him pleasing you. He pulled away from your dripping pussy to take a breath and slammed two fingers easily into your moist core. 

“FUCK DADDY!” You screamed arching your back and curling your toes. He continued his assault on your clit as he began finger fucking you with his long expert fingers. He curled them upward hitting you directly on your G spot. You couldn’t stop the moans, groans and screams that left your lips. He was making you feel so fucking good.

You could feel your orgasm building within you. “I’m going to cum.” you moaned and he began fingering you even quicker drawing your orgasm closer and closer. With a strangled yell you came, clenching around his fingers and pulling at his soft hair hard. Your body immediately felt exhausted since that orgasm was so large. However Namjoon wasn’t done with you as yet. 

He pulled his fingers out of your core and whilst making eye contact with you licked your juices off of them. You groaned for he looked so sexy with his hair a mess and his lips moist with your cum. 

He got off of the bed to take off his clothes and release his very hard cock. You moaned involuntarily at the sight of it hard and ready for you. “You want it princess?” he asked. 

“Yes daddy please.” you whimpered in response. He nodded and climbed onto the bed hovering over your heated body. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips as he slammed into you without any warning causing you to cry out into his mouth from the sudden intense pleasure. 

He began moving inside of you instantly, giving you not a second to adjust, not that you needed it anyways since you were literally dripping wet. His cock was the perfect size. It filled you up to the brim pleasing you immensely. 

His cock moving inside of you felt so fucking good. You wrapped your legs around his torso and dug your nails into his back making him bite your bottom lip softly. He pulled away from the kiss and stared down at you as he kept up his quick and deep thrusting. 

“I love you.” he groaned. 

“I love you too.” you whispered right before screaming since he had thrusted into you extra deep, hitting you in places you didn’t know were possible for him to hit. 

“You feel so good.” he moaned as he began to quicken his pace. You could feel your second orgasm approaching already as he slammed mercilessly into you over and over. He was giving it to you how he knew you liked it and you were more than pleasured. 

“Daddy I’m going to cum again.” you whimpered and he pressed his lips to yours quickening his thrusts even more now as you clenched around him. You held him closely as your whole body tensed under him and you came a second time for the night yelling “Namjoon!” as you did.

This only spiraled him into his own orgasm. He groaned your name as he came inside you, riding out both of your highs. He collapsed on top of you when he was done, his body hot and sweaty. “You’re mines.” he mumbled into your neck.  


After that eventful night Namjoon did in fact make you his. The hate came also but you were brave and faced it all for you got what you wanted in the end, what you always wanted and that was Namjoon. 

Originally posted by ksjknj

10

Dylan’s journal

1: Fact: People are so unaware…. well, ignorance is bliss I guess…. that would explain my depression. - Dylan
A Virtual Book
EXISTENCES
By: Dylan
Properties: This book cannot be opened by anyone except Dylan (some supernatural force blocks common people from entering).
<<-VoDkA->>
<<-Dylan->> 
2: The 4 stages from within: most, few, some, none
Me is place outside all the boxes. 
3: El Thoughtzos
Ah yes, this is me writing … just writing, nobody technically did anything, just I felt like throwing out my thoughts - this is a weird time, weird life, weird existence. As I sit here (partially drunk with a screwdriver) I think a lot. Think … think … that’s all my life is, just shitloads of thinking … all the time … my mind never stops … music runs 24/7 (except for sleep), just songs I hear, not necessarily good or bad, & thinking … about the asshole - in gym class, how he worries me, about driving, & my family, about friends & doings with them, about girls I know (mainly - & -) how I know I can never have them, yet I can still dream … I do shit to supposedly ‘cleanse’ myself in a spiritual, moral sort of way (deleting the wads on my computer, not getting drunk for periods of time, trying not to ridicule/make fun of people (-) at school), yet it does nothing to help my life morally. My existence is shit to me - how I feel that I am in eternal suffering, in infinite directions in infinite realities. Yet these realities are fake - artificial, induced (?) by thought, how everything connects, yet it’s all so far apart … & I sit & think … science is the way to find solutions to everything, right? I still think that, yet I see different views of shit now - like the mind - yet if the mind is viewed scientifically … hmm
I dwell in the past … thinking of good & bad memories. 
4: A lot on the past though … I’ve always had a thing for the past - how it reacts to the present & the future - or rather vice versa. I wonder how/when I got so fucked up w my mind, existence, problem - when Dylan Bennet Klebold got covered up by this entity containing Dylan’s body … as I see the people at school - some good, some bad - I see how different I am (aren’t we all you’ll say) yet I’m on such a greater scale of difference than everyone else (as far as I know, or guess). I see jocks having fun, friends, women, LIVEZ. 
Or rather shallow existences compared to mine (maybe) like ignorance = bliss. They don’t know beyond this world (how I do in my mind or in reality or in this existence) yet we each are lacking something that the other possesses - I lack the true human nature that Dylan owned & they lack the overdeveloped mind/imagination/knowledge tool. I don’t fit in here thinking of suicide gives me hope, that I’ll be in my place wherever I go after this life … that I’ll finally not be at war with myself, the world, the universe - my mind, body, everywhere, everything at PEACE in me - my soul (existence). & the routine is still monotonous, go to school, be scared & nervous, hoping that people can accept me … that I can accept them … the NIN (Nine Inch Nails) song Piggy is good for thought writing … The Lost Highway sounds like a movie about me … I’m gonna write later, bye   <<-VoDkA->>
5: Da ThoughtZ Jeah
Well well, back at it, yes (you say) whoever the fuck ‘you’ is, but yea. My life is still fucked, in case you care … maybe, … (not?) I have just lost fuckin 45$, & before that I lost my zippo & knife (I did get those back) Why the fuck is he being such an ASSHOLE??? (god I guess, whoever is the being which controls shit). He’s fucking me over big time & it pisses me off. Oooh god I HATE my life, I want to die really bad right now - let’s see what I have that’s good: A nice family, a good house, food, a couple of good friends, & possessions. What’s bad - no girls (friends or girlfriends), no other friends except a few, nobody accepting me even though I want to be accepted, me doing badly & being intimidated in any & all sports, me looking weird & acting shy - BIG problem, me getting bad grades, having no ambition of life, that’s the big shit. Anyway … I was Mr. Cutter tonight - I have 11 depressioners on my right hand now, & my favorite contrasting symbol, because it is so true & means so much. The battle between good & bad never ends … OK enough bitchin … well I’m not done yet. OK go … I don’t know  why I do wrong with people (mainly women) - it’s like they are set out to hate & ignore me, I never know what to say or do. - is soo fuckin lucky he has no idea how I suffer. 
6: Okay here’s some poetry … this is a display of one man in search of answers, never finding them, yet in hopelessness understands things …
Existence … what a strange word. He set out by determination & curiosity, knows no existence, knows nothing relevant to himself. The pretty declarations of others & everything on this world, in this world, he knows the answers to. Yet they have no purpose to him. He seeks knowledge of the unthinkable, of the undefinable, of the unknown. He explores the everything … using his mind, the most powerful tool known to him. Not a physical barrier blocking the limits of exploration, time thru thought thru dimensions … the everything is his realm. Yet, the more he thinks, hoping to find answers to his questions, the more come up. Amazingly, the petty things mean much to him at this time, how he wants to be normal, not this transceiver of the everything. Then occurring to him, the answer. How everything is connected yet separate. By experiencing the petty others actions, reactions, emotions, doings and thoughts, he gets a mental picture of what, in his mind, is a cycle. Existence is a great hall, life is one of the rooms, death is passing thru the doors, & the ever existent compulsion of everything is the curiosity to keep moving down the hall, thru the doors, exploring rooms, down this never-ending hall. Questions make answers, answers conceive questions, and at long last he is content. TTYL  <<-VoDkA->>
7: Thoughtz                                                                                                          Yo … whassup … heheheheh … know what’s weird? Everyone knows everyone. I swear - like I’m an outcast, & everyone is conspiring against me … Check it … (this isn’t good, but I need to write, so here ….                                             Within the known limits of time … within the conceived boundaries of space … the average human thinks those are the settings of existence … yet the ponderer, the outcast, the believer, helps out the human. “Think not of 2 dimensions”, says the ponderer, “but of 3, as your world is conceived of 3 dimensions, so is mine. While you explore the immediate physical boundaries of your body, you see in your 3 dimensions - L, W, & H, yet I, who is more mentally open to anything, see my 3 dimensions. My realm of thought - Time, Space, & THOUGHT. Thought is the most powerful thing that exists - anything conceivable can be produced, anything & everything is possible, even in your physical world.” After this so called “lecture” the common man feels confused, empty, & unaware. Yet those are the best emotions of a ponderer. The real difference is, a true ponderer will explore these emotions & what caused them. Another … a dream.                                                                                         Miles & miles of never ending grass, like a wheat. A farm, sunshine, a happy feeling in the presence, Absolutely nothing wrong, nothing ever is, contrary 180 (degrees) to normal life. No awareness, just pure bliss, unexplainable bliss, The only challenges are no challenge, & then … BAM!!! realization sets in, the world is the greatest punishment. Life.                                                            8: Hypnosis place - It is a sky - with one large cloud, & sort of cloud-made chair - the sun is at the head of the chair … 10 o’clock up into the sky … Below, I sometimes see mist, & the green (forest green) earth - sorta a city, yet I hear nothing. I relax on this chair - actually like a chaise - & I am talking … to what? I don’t know - it’s just there, I have the feeling that I know him, even though I consciously don’t … & we talk like we are the same person - like he’s my soul … The everlasting contrast …                                                                              Dark. Light. God. Lucifer. Heaven. Hell. GOOD. BAD. Yes, the everlasting-contrast. Since existence has known the ‘fight’ between good & evil has continued. Obviously, this fight can never end. Good things turn bad, bad things become good, the ‘people’ on the earth see it as a battle they can win. HA fuckin morons. If people looked at History, they would see what happens. I think, too much, I understand, I am GOD compared to some of those un-existable brainless zombies. Yet, the actions of them interest me, like a kid with a new toy. Another contrast, more of a paradox, actually, like the advanced go for the undevelopeds realm, while some of the morons become everything dwellers - but exceptions to every rule, & this is a BIG exception - most morons never change, they never decide to live in the ‘everything’ frame of mind!              Laterz           <<-VoDkA->>                                                                                   9: <<-VoDkA->>’s Thoughts                                                                                   The - Situation                                                                                                             It is not good for me right now (like it ever is) … but anyway … My best friend ever: the friend who shared, experimented, laughed, took chances with & appreciated me more than any friend ever did has been ordained … “passed on” … in my book. Ever since - (who I wouldn’t mind killing) has loved him … that’s the only place he’s been with her … if anyone had any idea how sad I am … I mean we were the TEAM. When him & I first were friends, well I finally found someone who was like me: who appreciated me & shared very common interests. Ever since 7th grade, I’ve felt lonely … when - came around, I finally felt happiness (sometimes) we did cigars, drinking, sabotage to houses, EVERYTHING for the first time together & now that he’s “moved on” I feel so lonely, without a friend. Oh well, maybe he’ll come around -> … I hope.               That’s all - for this topic - maybe I’ll never see this again. (-> ô=-   -=ô)                 <<-VoDkA->>                                                                                                                10: My 1st Love????                                                                                               OH my God … I am almost sure I am in love … with -. Hehehe … such a strange name, like mine … yet everything about her I love. From her good body to her almost perfect face, her charm, her wit & cunning, her NOT being popular. Her friends (who I know) - some - I just hope she likes me as much as I LOVE her. I think of her every second of every day. I want to be with her. I imagine me & her doing things together, the sound of her laugh, I picture her face, I love her. If - soulmates exist, then I think I’ve found mine. I hope she likes Techno … :-)             -, I love you                                                                                                             - Dylan

"im going to give it to you?"

pairing: jason todd x reader

warnings: cursing, sexual themes, mature themes

prompt: (a/n: okay so i don’t wanna give the prompt bc i feel like it’s too heavy to put in a couple of sentences but, this is going to be a two parter, the next part will be a smut lol so,,, this is just a lemon i guess… ok anyways) jason is going to be giving y/n a lesson about virginity and such and such but y/n and jason are just best friends so uh i guess that’s what the prompt is idk

I sit on the couch waiting for Jason. I have absolutely no idea why he is taking so long because we planned this a week ago. I mean, I guess since he doesn’t know what this “just a talk, Jay please just come,” is, he doesn’t know how important it is and how nervous I am for the talk.

Ugh, we are both adults and I shouldn’t feel like this. Both, mature, adults.

This is wei–

*my apartment door opens abruptly and shuts quite loudly*

“Sorry baby doll, Roy needed something for this weekend and I–”

“Jason, can you just come over, this is important.”

Jason sets down his keys on my kitchen counter and strides to sit across from me on the couch. He’s wearing those black jeans and his gray t shirt that almost matches what I’m wearing. We’ve known each other for a while and I guess we just grew into each other haha. I’m wearing my black allbirds, leggings and an oversized gray crew neck. Both of our hair is slightly messy but I’ve got mine in a pony tail.

“Is something going on? You said that this was just a talk.”

I don’t know how to start this off so I am just silent and looking out the window in front of us.

*after a little pause of absolute silence*

Jason moves over right next to me on the couch and hugs me.

“Bad news, anything. You can tell me anything y/n. I won’t judge or get upset just tell me whatever okay?”

“Jay, it’s not bad news it’s just kinda embarrassing and I don’t know how you will react.”

I lean my head into the crevice of his neck. God why am I doing this again?

Let’s start from the beginning. A couple months ago, I was dating this guy from a different college and we got really close and we were about to do the do, but then I realized I didn’t want to do it with him? I just wasn’t comfortable with him and I didn’t trust him and all these different factors just made me not want to lose my virginity with him. Virginity is really just a concept designed by men to conform women but yadayada I just didn’t want to give it to some guy I wasn’t going to prosper with etc. I ended up breaking up with him because he had needs that I didn’t want to fulfill.

I knew that I could just get one of my good friends could just have a friends with benefits kinda relationship. I had so many good hot guys to choose from, Dick, Jason, Roy, Conner, Peter, etc. But the real questions are

Who would be open to this?
Who do I trust?
Who has /experience/ ?

I mean, everyone like Dick and I can be caught fawning over him, but he’s like a big brother to me and things would get awkward after. I can sense that shit.

Peter is a little inexperienced to be honest, Conner is debatable. I mean, he’s a little of a goody goody so I don’t know what to expect from him. I do know that he is experienced though um, we can keep him as the last option.

Roy or Jason. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. Roy has been starting a thing with Kori so I don’t really know if it’s a good time to ask him…

Jason seems like the perfect candidate. We’ve been friends since before his death. We’ve always had a close relationship that is judgement free and open and endlessly supporting. He definitely fills the /experienced/ part.

Gosh I’ve heard stories from even when I attend Bruce’s galas about Jason.

“Take your time cupcake, I won’t judge you, nothing you say can change us okay? You’re my best friend.”

I take a deep breath.

“You know Marcus? Well I-”

My head falls off of Jason almost immediately as he jumps up.

“What Did He Do? God, If he hurt you I swear I’ll–”

I grab Jason’s forearm and pull him back onto the couch.

Jason’s POV///

God I love her so much. If Marcus did anything to her I’d beat him. She’s too pure for him. Too good. Always been too good for all her partners.

Ugh now would be a good time to tell her about my feelings? I can’t keep dragging this out. But she’s *talking* to me. Now isn’t the right time. But it’s never the right time. Cmon big boy just ask her out it’s not that hard. She’s my best friend. I could lose so much if this goes wrong.

“Hello, Jayce?”

I snap and pay attention to y/n.

Regular POV///

This is so nerve-wracking ugh.

“Okay, let me finish. Don’t interrupt me, just listen. It’s really embarrassing and I have to ask you something and I just don’t want you to freak out or anything.”

Jason nods and puts his hand on my knee.

“Ok so long story short, Marcus made me realize that I didn’t want to have sex with him or just anyone and I didn’t want to give my virginity to anyone that I didn’t really trust. I thought that I could ask one of my guy friends to take it and you are my best guy friend so I was wondering if you wanted it?”
I say all of this in a rushed voice and I hope he understood what I said.

Jason is silent.

“Okay, that didn’t sound right? Uh I want to give it to you? I mean if you want it? I just want someone to take my virginity so that I can have sex with other people later and be okay? That wasn’t right either. Uh, my virginity, I’m going to give it to you? I don’t really know what to say–”

Jason whispers,
“You’re still a virgin?”
He starts to snicker.

Asshole.

“I’m only 25 Jay, I just haven’t wanted to do it yet, I don’t know.”

He hugs me and starts laughing.

“Jason, don’t laugh you’re making me feel bad.”

“Sorry pumpkin, haha I just, hahaha, I’ve never had this happen to me. Usually girls just throw themselves at me and you’re asking me to catch you hahah.”

“Yea, I’ve heard.”
I push him off me and punch his firm chest. No effect, not surprising. He catches my hands and stops laughing.

“Okay, okay, I’ll help you out. If-”

My face mutes.

“If What.” I say, very unimpressed.

“Hey, no attitude. You’re the one asking for favors. If, you tell me why you’re asking me instead of your other friends. What is it about me that caught your eye, huh? My ass? My biceps? My meaty thighs?.”

I get up and walk over to the door. Jason is watching me from the couch slightly confused. I put on my jacket and take my pony tail out. Give my hair a little scrunch and flip and put on some lipstick. Giving my self a once over I look back at Jason.

“Ok so I am going to go ask Roy now? (and to irritate Jason I swing low and say) or Dick? We’ll see who I run into first. Or I’ll a–”

Jason jumps off the couch and runs towards me. He blocks the door and picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

“Hey! Put me down! You lost this privilege Jay.”

He chuckles and drops me back into the couch. I am laying down while he sits on the edge of the couch, caging me with those strong arms.

“Finish what you were going to say doll face. Who else were you going to ask?”

“Conner.”
I try my hardest to look emotionless but I can feel myself pout.

He pulls out his cellphone.
My eyes widen.
I try my very hardest to take it but it’s not working.

“You wouldnt-”


“Ah ah ah, no touching, just talking haha. You gonna tell me why you asked me first hm?”

I pout full on.

“Fine. I asked you because you are my bestest best friend and I know that you have a lot of experience and I thought I could trust you. I just thought that I could give my virginity to someone I cared about, before I have to tie myself down. I don’t know I just thought you’d be the best. We’ve already seen each other naked so,”

“Nah, you’ve seen me in my underwear and I barely saw you in a swim suit.”

“How different could we look when we are fully naked? I bet you can imaging what I look like, wait, don’t.”

“Oh, when all the clothes come off, it really does look different. Alright when do you wanna have sex with me?”

“Jason, don’t say it like that. Can we do it this Friday? Before the charity ball? We are going together anyways so…Actually let’s do it after… That makes more sense.”

“Oh, y/n, I’ll never forget this haha. I’m picking you up for the ball too so be ready.”

Jason kisses my forehead and then boops my nose and chuckles while he makes his way to the door.
“Alrighty then, Friday after the ball. See ya later cupcake.”

What did I get myself into?

Jason’s POV///
Maybe something great can come out of this. At least she trusts me enough to do this. Or is this an ultimate friendzoning thing?? Dude you’re having sex with your best friend this is good!! I don’t know what to do know.. I’ll ask Dick…


Too be continued…;)

Hurt (part 2)

Where Y/N is in an unhealthy relationship, and Harry helps her realize and understand that she should be treated better. -

Part 1: https://imaginexxharry.tumblr.com/post/160635179209/hurt

Sneak Peak:

“ Let Harry know how good I can make you feel as I eat your pretty pussy.” He said as he licks your slit.

Suddenly the realization hit you on what Lucas was really doing. You quickly got out of his grip and pushed him away from you. While trying to pull up your underwear from your ankles.

“Is that why you came here?!” Your voice raised.
“ To just fuck me while Harry was near, so he hears us?!” Lucas didn’t say anything.

“Did you even mean any of that apologizes or saying you loved me? Or were you just trying to get in my pants?!” The tears started forming and they wouldn’t stop.”

There will be apart 3. But I want to answer some questions you have about the story, because this story is really different from my others and I think it brings light on toxic relationships.

—-


You heart pounded as the uber came closer and closer to your apartment. You wondered how mad Lucas was going to be. Should you lie and say you were at your girlfriends house? Or should you just be honest. Nothing happened. You just watched a movie and fell asleep. That’s it. When you explain it to him he’ll get it.

You hoped.

You said thank you to the uber driver, and got out of the car. But as soon as he started to drive away you wanted to call him back and just run away. But you knew you couldn’t.

You looked at your phone and realized you had like two minutes before it’s 1:30 so you better get a move on.

You walked up the steps to your apartment and soon was face to face with the door. You looked through the window and saw that the lights were off. Maybe he fell asleep and you can just hop in bed, and he would be cooled off tomorrow.

You stayed outside for like 30 seconds before you finally opened your door.

It was dark and quiet. You slowly slipped off your shoes and hung your purse on the hook by the door.

You quickly made your way to the kitchen to get yourself some water to calm your nerves. As you drank it you wondered what Harry was doing after you left. Did he go back to sleep? Or is he now wide awake doing something. Deep down you wish you knew. Hanging out with Harry was the most fun you had in a long time, too long you thought.

After finishing your cup you made your way up the stairs to your bedroom. The hallways were also dark and when you got to your room you knew the lights were off too.

You opened the door and scanned the room. You saw Lucas’ body laying in the bed and you breathed out a sigh of relief.

As you creeped over to your dresser you brought out some shorts and a t shirt to sleep in. You went to the bathroom and wiped off the bit of makeup you had and brushed your teeth as well.

Lastly made your way to your vanity and started taking off your jewelry. You touched your chest at the charm that was on your necklace. It was a little heart and on the back it had an L on it. Lucas gave it to you a year into your relationship.

You remembered crying because no one had every given you something so special before. And you were so In love with him then, but now you weren’t so sure.

You heard the bed move and you looked up through the vanity mirror. Lucas was up and he had no expression on his face. It was hard to figure out what he was thinking.

He got up and made his way to where you were sitting. You still haven’t looked him in the eye directly. You were just watching him through the mirror.

“Allow me.” He slowly traced his hands over your collarbones and touched your necklace. He just stared at it for a little bit not saying anything.

“I remember the day I got this for you. I wanted something special for you. But I didn’t know what, and then I saw this.” He aggressively grabbed the charm pretty hard that the necklace scraped your skin and you winced.

“It was so beautiful, like yourself and I knew it was the one for my girl.” His voice slowly became deeper as he talked and you knew he was getting upset.

“Thank you Lucas, I love it I where it everyday.” You tried to stop the tension in the room. But it wasn’t a lie you did where it everyday and you did like the necklace. It reminded you of a better time and those great memories you and Lucas had. You try to hold onto those but the new memories of your relationship were overpowering them.

He gives you a dark chuckle that made your stomach drop.

“Funny how you say that while your probably making out with some other prick with that necklace I gave you on.” His voice started raising.

Your eyes went wide and now you knew you were angry.

“What?! Lucas I would never do that, you know that.” You turn around to face his angry face.

“Who were you with tonight.” He insisted.

“I told you I was at friends.” You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“What’s there fucking name.”

“It’s um-” you didn’t know if you should tell him the truth or lie. If you lied you knew one way or another he would find out and get even more pissed. But if you tell the truth he would get even more upset. But you guys didn’t do anything. If you just explain that-

“I swear if you don’t answer me Y/N/-”

“I was with Harry.” You blurted out. “It was for work we had to watch a movie that was a book to compare them and write reviews for the bookstores website. So after work I just went over to do that.” You lied.

“And you came home at 1:30 at night, you really think I can believe that you weren’t fooling around!”

“I fell asleep! I swear Lucas. I didn’t get much sleep last night if you remember. So I accidentally fell asleep on his couch. I didn’t realize the time.” You tried explaining as quickly as possible.

“That’s bullshit-”

“Why is it such a big deal when I come home just a little late. But ever night you come home at like 3am so drunk you can’t even walk!” You suddenly got angry. You were sick of him being a hypocrite.

“That’s not the same-”

“Oh yeah you’re right. At least you know where I was. Half the fucking time you could be fooling around too. But I never question you-

“Shut up”

“So stop being overprotective for five seconds because my life doesn’t revolve around just you Lucas-”

“Just Shut the fuck up!” He yells as his fist slams onto the vanity making you jump. Your heart was pounding.

You could hear him taking deep breathes, as your eyes were closed because you didn’t want to be here.

You didn’t want him next to you. You just wanted to crawl in bed and sleep.

You tried to hold the tears in because you didn’t want him to see you cry.

“I’m picking you up from work from now on.”

“Lucas you don’t need to do that.” You tried to reason with him. Work was the only place that was separate from him and you liked it like that.

“Did I ask for your permission?” He looks at you with a hard expression and you just shake your head.

“Okay.” You didn’t want to argue anymore.

Lucas didn’t say anything else. He just got up from beside you and left the room, while he slammed the door behind it.

You cringed as you heard him downstairs throwing things. He did that every time you guys get in a fight.

You made your way to the bed and slide in. Your pillow was soon stained with tears and you couldn’t stop. Why was he always like this? You feel like everything you tell him he blows out of proportion and it was scary sometimes. You didn’t like it.

As you tossed and turned trying to get some rest your phone lit up. You grabbed it and your mood instantly changed when you saw it was a text from Harry.

“Did you get home safe?” It read. You totally forgot to text him because of the big fight you just had. You smiled at his concern.

“Yea,I’m home.” You sent.

“Good. Have a Good night sleep Y/N. Today was fun I hope to do it again.”

“ Me too! Goodnight Harry.” You sent and then put your phone on the side table.

You spent the next few minutes trying to doze off but you couldn’t. You kept replaying everything that happened today with Harry and Lucas. It was all too much to process. Your feelings for Harry, and how Lucas was treating you.

It was so confusing your mind was racing and keeping you up. But this has been a daily occurrence, every night your brain would never let you rest. You tried to remember the last time you had a good night sleep.

And all you could think about was how peaceful you felt sleeping in Harry’s arms.

———-

“Alright so there’s a book club coming In at 4 tomorrow to read The Great Gatsby. So we have to have 12 copies put aside for that.” Harry goes over things you have to do the rest of the week.

“Ok on it!” You went over to where those books were and got about ten copies in your arms before they started falling out of your hands. You bent down to pick them up. But Harry beat you to it.

“Slow your roll Y/N. Here let me help.” He took a few more books from your hands and took the rest from the floor.

“Thanks.”

You guys were in the back sorting out all the new releases that needed to be put on the shelf next week. You picked up a children’s book and set it in the pile not really paying much.

“Not again Y/N.” Harry said jokingly.

“What?” You turned to him and he was holding the same book you just put down.

“You put this in the adult books.” He smirked.

“Oops sorry.”

“So glad I caught that we didn’t want to have that situation again like last time.”

“Oh my gosh don’t bring it up again.” You covered your ears cause you were so embarrassed.

“I still don’t understand how you accidentally put 50 shades of grey in the freaking kids section!” At this point Harry is dying of laughter.

You covered your face to stop the redness , “ I was so exhausted I didn’t even realize. But the moms face when she came to the register to tell us.”

“Um I think you’ve made a mistake. My son should not be seeing this. This is unacceptable.” Harry mimicked the mother of a 7 year old boy who was seen reading it.

“I swear I couldn’t keep a straight face when her son said he wanted to buy it!” You giggled at the memory.

“Good thing you came up with the idea to give her a gift card because we for sure would of gotten fired.” Harry shakes his head while sorting out the books.

“I know right that was a close one.” You look back down to the pile of books you had and reached for the pen to check off the books you already did.

Your hand went for it at the same time Harry did and your fingers slightly touched. None of you pulled away at first.

It was quiet now in the back and Harry started to intertwine his hand with your own. He was soft and gentle and you didn’t stop him.

The bell rang indicating someone was ready to cash out. You both quickly pulled away from each other, and he cleared your throat.

“If it’s that old lady that takes forever again I’m not taking it.” Harry breaks the silence in the room making it feel more light.

“Fine. But if it’s that 80 year old guy that always hits on me you better take it!” You guys laugh as you both walked to the register.

“I swear Harry, we never have normal people come in here I think this place is cursed-”

You stopped talking when you saw who was at the register.

“Lucas?” There he was standing there but he wasn’t even looking at you. His eyes were fixed on Harry who was standing close behind me.

You went out from behind the desk to greet him.

“Lucas why are you here I don’t get off until 5.” You looked over at the clock and it was only 1.

But before you got an answer Lucas eyes was now fixed on you and he leaned down to forcefully kiss your lips.

He grabbed your waist to make sure you couldn’t wiggle away. You kissed him for a second but then became uncomfortable because you didn’t like kissing like this in public.

From the corner of your eye you saw Harry look away.

Finally you got out of his hold.

“I wanted to take you to lunch. Isn’t it your lunch break?” You could of lied but you didn’t want to explain to Harry why you did that.

“Yeah it is.”

“Good let’s go.” He put his hand on your waist but before you moved you called out for Harry

“Harry I’ll be back okay, I’m getting lunch.”

Harry looked up from what he was doing and nodded “I’ll be waiting. Have fun.”

You didn’t know why he said that. But when he did Lucas tightened his grip on your waist and walked you to the front.

“Can we talk first? Like somewhere private” Lucas said before you exited the store.

You looked at him a little worried. “Um yeah sure we can in the car or something-”

“We can just go in here.” He pointed to one of your storage rooms for books and you weren’t sure if that was a good place.

“I don’t know we can just-” Lucas wasn’t listening he opened the door and brought you in and locked it.

“Lucas what the hell. Why can’t we just talk in the car?”

“It can’t wait.” You started to get worried.

“Is everything okay?”

“I’m sorry for the way I acted last night.” Your eyes widened. Was he apologizing he rarely does that.

“I was just jealous and scared that you were with someone else.” He frowned and held your hand to him.

“I shouldn’t of been so upset and I’m sorry.” You were in shock that he was saying all these things to you. He was owning up to his mistakes.

“It’s okay.” Even though you were still upset with him it’s good that he apologized.

He sighed in relief that you forgave him and he rested his head on the crook of your neck as he said he would never do it again. But you’ve heard that before and you knew he never kept his promise.

“I want to make it up to you because I love you.” He tells you.

“When? Is that why you came to get lunch was me?” This was the good side of Lucas that you wanted.

“Right here.” He started placing kissing on your collarbone and up your neck.

“Right now” The assaults on your neck just became more sloppy.

“Lucas…” you warned him. “What are you doing?”

“Making it up to you.” He said while holding you against the wall.

“We can’t do this here. This is my job.” You tried to get him to look you in the eye to see you weren’t playing around.

“No one will know.” His hand finds his way up your dress and glides over your slit.

“Lucas come on let’s just go eat first I’m really hungry.” Maybe if you both eat he would be too tired to do anything.

“I’m hungry too.” You sigh in relief alright now we can go.

“But not for food.” He drops down to his knees infront of you. “But something else.” You finally realize what he meant as he started to place kisses on your underwear.

“Just let me do this one thing. To make it up to you, baby.” He begged. But like before you never stopped him even when you wanted to cause you knew there was no use to fighting it if he was gonna do it anyways.

He slide your underwear down your legs and slowly licked your slit. You shuddered and held onto his shoulders for support. You hoped he would finish you fast because this location made you uncomfortable.

He swirled his tongue in you as he grabbed your waist to keep you still. Your breathe hitched but you tried to keep your mouth shut.

“It’s alright. Let it out. I wanna hear you.” He licks you again.

“ Let Harry know how good I can make you feel as I eat your pretty pussy.” He said as he licks your slit.

Suddenly the realization hit you on what Lucas was really doing. You quickly got out of his grip and pushed him away from you. While trying to pull up your underwear from your ankles.

“Is that why you came here?!” Your voice raised.
“ To just fuck me while Harry was near, so he hear us?!” Lucas didn’t say anything.

“Did you even mean any of that apologizes or saying you loved me? Or were you just trying to get in my pants?!” The tears started forming and they wouldn’t stop.

“So you wouldn’t let me fuck you but you and Harry have probably fucked plenty times in this place!” Lucas was fuming now.

“Are you even hearing yourself! You sound crazy, Harry and I are just friends!”

“You didn’t think I saw the way you guys were looking at each other back there.” He started walking closer to you.

“You think your all innocent in all this. But all you are is just a fucking slut.” Lucas spat in your face.

Your heart felt like it was breaking into pieces. No matter how angry Lucas was with you he never had said such vile and means things like that.

“All you want is some dude in your life to stick there cock In your pussy.” He aggressively grabbed you there and you jumped.

“Because all you are is just a fucking Whore.”

All you heard was a loud noise and your hand started throbbing.

Lucas had his hand over his cheek and he was angry. Then the realization hit you.

You slapped him.

“Don’t you ever say that to me again. Don’t ever touch me again. Or I swear to god I will get people involved. I hate you! Your a manipulative, horrible, asshole! We are done!” You screamed at him.

You didn’t how you did it. But Lucas left, he ran out of there.

And when he did you let out a sigh of relief but then the tears never stopped. You slide down the bookshelf on the hard cold floor and just started sobbing. You didn’t know what to do all your stuff was in that house and you never wanted to see his face again. You had nowhere to stay and no one to contact. You were alone.

Which made you cry even more. The words and touch of Lucas was still with you and you just wanted to erase the memory of it all. You’ve never felt more broken, more hurt.

You couldn’t hear anything because of your sobs ringing in your ear. Warm hands touched your shoulders and you jumped ready to hit Lucas if he came back.

But it wasn’t him it was Harry.

“Y/N what happened? Are you okay?!” He looked at your face with tears streaming down your cheeks and your body shaking.

You could barely speak but you jumped into Harry’s arms and wrapped your arms around his neck and sobbed. He was taken back at first but then scooped you in his lap and held onto you. Letting you cry in his arms.

“It’s going to be okay Y/N. okay I promise you.” Harry told you as you leaned closer into him.

And somehow you knew that Harry wouldn’t break a promise

—- Part 3: https://imaginexxharry.tumblr.com/post/160710668819/hurt-part-3
George Weasley x Reader Imagine: Just a Little Jealous

Imagine George saving Harry at a Quidditch game and all the girls drooling over him, so you show up and not so subtly, show them who he belongs to. But later, when you were the one who made a record amount of scores as a Chaser, all the boys are going crazy over you. That is, until George steps in and does the same thing you did, but much more extreme. ;)

Originally posted by obviouslyphelps

Originally posted by sorority-of-bitches

It was your 5th year at Hogwarts, and your 5th year of being a chaser. You were in the locker rooms, being given a speech by Oliver Wood, and you were about to play Slytherin. You hated the Slytherin Quidditch team. All they ever did was cheat, and Snape always let them get away with everything. (heh, get it? Snape, always? Sorry.) “Alright? Good. Let’s get out there, and win!” You knew the match would be tough, but it was taking forever. The score was currently 70 for Gryffindor, and 90 for Slytherin. You were trying to get the Slytherin chasers away from Angelina, but it wasn’t working. You were swearing under your breath and you didn’t even notice a bludger coming straight towards your head. That was, until, a certain ginger haired sweetheart flew in front of you, and hit it with his bat. “Thanks babe!” You said as you went to steal the Quaffle away from a Slytherin. You caught it, and threw it into the goal, the quaffle itself not being noticed the keeper, who was focused on you, but in a way that you didn’t care for. You could see that he was staring at your breasts, and smirking. “Ugh, gross” you thought before you yelled to him, “hey, what your problem pervert?!” He quickly looked towards Lee Jordan, who spoke into the microphone, “SCORE BY (Y/L/N), THAT MAKES 100 FOR GRYFFINDOR” the crowd screamed, except the Slytherins, who were furious. Luckily, George didn’t notice the keeper staring at you. You knew he couldn’t control his anger when he got jealous of other guys hitting on you, but when another guy did ANYTHING remotely inappropriate to you, he probably would’ve done something to get himself banned from the team, and right now, you needed to win. The crowd was going crazy, since Harry found the Snitch, and was about to catch it. He was just inches from catching it, when suddenly, there was a bludger headed straight towards him. Then, George swept behind Harry, in front of the bludger, and whacked it away from him. Only seconds later, Harry caught the snitch, and everyone, except the Slytherins, were cheering. Lee screamed into the microphone, “POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH, GRYFFINDOR WINS THE MATCH!” You screamed along with the rest of the crowd, and you were so proud of your boyfriend, the crowd was was even cheering, instead of Potter, “WEASLEY! WEASLEY! WEASLEY!” You dreamily stared at him, and he winked at you, making you blush.

The next day, you were on your way to your next class, holding hands with George in the corridor, and you saw a few Hufflepuff girls walking past you. Normally, you wouldn’t care, but they were whispering and giggling when they said, “Hi George.” He said hey back, and they looked as if they might faint. “That was weird.” You said. “Don’t worry (y/n), I only have eyes for you.” “I know, I just don’t like other girls checking you out.” After that, things only got worse, but you figured out how to stop those hoes from flirting with George. When you saw them getting too close to him, which was annoying for both of you, (that loyal little cutie,) you simply walked up to him and said, “hi Georgie. You look really hot today.” And he would move closer to you, and put his hands on you hips, and say, “oh really?” And you would reply yes, and start kissing him passionately, then moving to his neck, leaving hickies everywhere. And then he would grab your bum, and start giving you hickies everywhere. And the whole time he did it to you, you stared the girl straight in the eyes, while she made a disgusted face, and walked away. The next week, you had another Quidditch game, against Slytherin again. The score was 200 for Gryffindor, and 60 for Slytherin. 160 of those points for Gryffindor had been achieved from you. You had scored this many goals before, but you were determined to beat the Hogwarts record for most goals. You even had hoped to be a Chaser professionally one day. You spotted the Quaffle and flew from behind to snatch it out of the Slytherin Chaser’s hands. You did this over and over again, and by the time Harry caught the snitch, the score was 370 to 120. Then 150 more points meant Gryffindor defintely won, and you had scored 300 points for your team, crushing the previous record of 240. You and the rest of the team, were so overjoyed that as soon as you came back to the ground, they gave you a big group hug, and the twins lifted you on their shoulders. Then everyone from Gryffindor came to the field from the stands, and were super excited as well. Beating the record meant not only did you get to be on the radar of professional Quidditch teams, and the Gryffindor team was officially the best, but it also gave Gryffindor house 75 points, and a shiny trophy in the trophy room, that would be remembered for generations to come. That night at dinner in the Great Hall, Professor Dumbledore called you up to accept your trophy, and rewarded Gryffindor house with 75 points. You had to hold back tears of joy as you walked back to your table. You sat in between the twins and George gave you a long passionate kiss on the lips, making you smile from ear to ear. Later that night, a huge party was thrown in the common room, where both you and George drank a little too much fire whiskey, making you both a little tipsy. However, this was a Saturday, so you had time to recover. On Monday, things started to get a little out of order again. At first it was OK, the guys from Gryffindor were giving you high fives and congratulating you on winning. But when it moved to other houses, and them touching you not so appropriately, since they weren’t your boyfriend, you started to get a little worried. Most of the girls had stopped hitting on George, but the guys had just gotten started. It was really starting to affect your relationship, you were arguing about it, and ignoring it, which made you ignore each other more. You really didn’t want this to happen, and you were trying to get all the boys to shove off. Luckily, you and George had stopped ignoring each other, but it was because of an argument. “You think I wanted this to happen? I hate this, I can’t stand us fighting, I’m starting to feel unsafe Georgie!” You yelled, with tears forming in your eyes. “Are you sure (y/n)? That you absolutely can’t shake them off? Seriously, you look like such a little slut!” The moment that word came out of his mouth, you both instantly regretted it. You let out a sob, and tears started streaming down your face. You were going to run to your bed and cry, but he started apologizing, and you knew he didn’t mean it. He held you in his arms, and you cried into his chest. “I-I can’t keep doing this, Georgie,” “I know, I’m sorry, you’ll be alright.” Just when you thought it would never stop, something happened, that you’ll never forget. Another Gryffindor was sitting in the common room next to you, flirting with you, of course, when he he took it too far. George was watching, as he always was, but he was getting a little jealous. “So, you’ve gotta be pretty talented to beat a record like that.” “Yea, I guess.” He suddenly put his on your knee, and leaned in for a kiss, but you put your hands on his shoulders, and shoved him away, then smacked him in the face. You made eye contact with George, seeing his eyes turn dark brown, and nodded with him, both of you knowing exactly what to do next. He moved to the couch where you were sitting, picked you up in his arms, and carried you to his room, most people watching. As soon as you stepped into his room, he locked the door with his wand. He then put you on his bed, went on top of you, and started attacking your neck with open-mouthed kisses, leaving hickies, making you gasp. He moved down closer to your breasts, and quickly unbuttoned your shirt, then unclasping your bra, throwing it across the room, as if he never wanted to see it again. He started kissing your breasts, then massaging them as well. He pinched your nipple, which made you loudly moan. He grinned when he heard it, so he did it to the other breast time, and you moaned even louder. He started kissing them again, but moved down to your skirt, and practically ripped it off you. He didn’t waste any time moving to your heat, then taking off your lacy blue underwear, and inserting his tongue into you. You immediately screamed with pleasure, and could feel his grin, as he sucked on your clit. You put your hands in his hair, trying not to scream with every move he made. He knew that the more you distracted yourself by playing with his hair, the less noise you would make. And that’s not what he wanted. He wanted you scream his name so everyone could know you were his, and ONLY his. He grabbed your hands and put them above him, still violently thrusting his tongue into you. You ignored this, and put them back in his hair, eyes still shut tight in ecstasy. He once again pushed your hands away from his hair, but you put them back in his hair. By this time, he had enough. He pulled away and said, “Jesus, (y/n), can you just stay still for one minute?” You managed you say, “Never.” “Fine.” He pulled away from you, grabbed his Gryffindor tie, and tied you up tightly. You liked his dominance, and were ready for more. He looked down at your folds and said, “so wet for me, huh?” And he began sucking on your clit again. You were breathing heavily, and moaning his name, which you could tell was turning him on. He could tell you were close to coming, so he rubbed your thighs, and laughed, which sent vibrations through your body, and as much as you tried to deny it, you couldn’t stop what he had done to you. You screamed, “GEORGE!!!!!!!!!” You came, screaming his name, releasing yourself, him taking in everything he could. He slowly pulled his tongue out of you, watching you panting from your orgasm. After a minute or so, you opened your eyes to see George, hovering above you, admiring your beauty, proud that he left you breathless and speechless, and you realized he had untied you. “So, I’ll ask you once again, could any other guys do that to you?” You weren’t finished though. You wanted more, you wanted him. It wasn’t just about him making all the boys know you were his, it was also about making the girls know he was yours. So you innocently said, “oh Georgie, that’s not fair.” He quickly responded, louder, “what’s not fair?!” You giggled, and said, “it’s not fair how you can make me feel so good, but I can’t do the same to you.” “Well I never said you couldn’t, (y/n).” “Good.” You flipped the two of you over so you were on top, and he was on the bottom. You slowly moved down from his bare chest, to his toned stomach, and finally to his pants. You breathed your hot breath onto his abdomen while you stroked his crotch with you hand, and you could hear his breathy gasp, and feel him getting hard. “You want this baby? ” he quickly nodded. “Are you sure? Just from me, no one else?” He nodded again, and you slowly started to unzip his pants, and take them off as slowly as you could. You could tell he was getting impatient, and you were glad. You slowly pulled off his pants, and by now he was squirming. He pulled himself up to try to strip himself, but you pushed him back down. “No, it’s my turn. I’m gonna make you feel amazing.” You moved back down to his pants, actually taking them off this time, along with his boxers. You told him, “baby, I want you to be as loud as you can. So all those other girls can hear who you belong to.” He whispered out, “and I want you to show me who I belong to.” You smirked as you grabbed his hard member in your hand and said, “don’t worry, I will.” You placed your tongue on the tip of his dick, and he immediately moaned. You laughed a little, and placed it in your mouth. He gasped, and you started to suck on it. He was already a moaning mess, and you were loving it. You were massaging his balls as you sucked harder and harder, until he pushed your head towards his cock, making you gag, you pushed his hands away, just as he did to you, but still obeyed what he wanted you to do. He kept moaning, and groaning, and you knew he was about to come, so you did the same thing he did to you to get you to come. You tightly grabbed his hips and moaned with his dick still in your mouth. That was it. He released himself in your mouth, and you swallowed his cum in gulps, not letting a drop of it go. You pulled away from him, and layed on your side next to him. He was still trying to catch his breath, and you smiled at him, proud of what you had done. “So, now do you know that you belong to me?” He had finally caught his breath, and said, “I don’t know, do you belong to me?” You smiled as moved your eyes to the ceiling as you said, “wellll, I can think of another way you can show me.” “Same here.” You were about to ask what, as if you didn’t already know, but his fingers were already stroking your vagina. You lightly moaned, and he smirked. He climbed on top of you, and you stared into his eyes, which were now a dark brown. He slowly slipped into you, and you softly moaned. “That’s it baby, louder” he said as he went slightly deeper. You wrapped your legs around his waist, telling him to go deeper. “Scream for me.” “Make me baby” “of course” he went faster as you scratched your nails on his back. He grabbed your breast with one hand, and held himself up with the other. Before you knew it, he was pounding into you, both of you moaning at every thrust. You flipped him over, and started bouncing on him, hitting your g-spot every time. He wanted to be the dominant one, so he flipped you over again, so now he was on top. He pounded into you, harder and faster than he ever had before. “George, I-I can’t f-feel my legs!” “Mhmm” Both of you were moaning, very loud, and as much as you tried to hide it, you were close. But George knew, he always did. He whispered into your ear, “come for me baby. Scream so the world can know you’re mine.” And with just one more thrust, you came, with following closely after. “GEOOOORGE!!!!!!!!” screamed so loud you were sure even the people in the Slytherin dorms could hear. He pulled himself off of you, both of you still panting, trying to catch your breath. “(Y/n)?” “Yes, Georgie?” “I’m so yours.” “Good. Because I’m yours.” He winked at you, making you blush. “So, should we go downstairs, and make sure everyone got the message?” “I would love to, but I’m not sure how.” “What do you mean? Did I hurt you?” “No, I still can’t feel my legs.” “Oh really? Let me have a look then.” He smirked, took the sheets off you, and stared at your naked body. Not in a creepy way, but in a cherishing way. “Well I don’t see anything wrong with them.” He ran his hand from your hip to your breast, then back down to your stomach, and he added a hand, and you knew what he was doing. “George! No! Stop!” He tickled you, and you laughed so hard you couldn’t breathe. He finally stopped, and you caught your breath. “Now how are those legs feeling?” You looked at him, and said, “they’re not feeling anything. I-I think, you’ll need to carry me.” “Well, I think you should get dressed first. We wouldn’t want anyone else to see what belongs to me.” “Of course not baby.” He grabbed all of your clothes from around his room, and watched as he slowly put everything back on your body for you. He started with your panties, blue, with lace, the ones that you knew he liked. As he put them on, he breathed his hot breath on your vagina, making you gasp, slightly turning you on. He let out a small laugh. “Don’t worry love, there’ll be time for that later tonight, it’s seems to me as that’s what you were planning on.” “You know you like it when I wear these.” “And how do you that Miss (y/l/n)?” “Because Mr. Weasley, I found them in your pocket the other day.” “Oh, right. Forgot about that.” He pulled your panties all the way on, then moved to your skirt, then your bra, and your button up shirt. While he was buttoning it up, he gave you small kisses on your breasts. Once he finished that, he moved back to your legs, slipped on your tights, and put on your shoes. Then, you watched him get dressed, looking for all his clothes around the room. When he finally got all his clothes on, he moved back to you, still lying on the bed, and said, “well, are you sure you can’t get up?” You playfully said, “I am absolutely certain.” “Alright then.” He wrapped his arms around you, and picked you up, bridal style. He then put you down, so you were standing up, and then you fell to the ground, him catching you before your bum hit it. “See, I wasn’t joking, I really can’t feel my legs Georgie.” He looked down and said, “oh, sorry (y/n).” You giggled and said, “don’t worry Georgie, I feel wonderful.” And with that, he carried you to the common room. There, some people cheered for you, while the girls gave you the evil eye, and gossiped about you. And the guys muttered words like, “lucky” and “I’m the one who deserves a piece of that ass.” But you didn’t care, they could talk about you two all they wanted, but they weren’t the ones in your relationship. You looked at George and said, “so, I know you already ate something, but did you wanna head to dinner?” “I’d love that” he carried you to the dining hall, and carried you back when you were finished. From then on, hardly anyone ever flirted with either of you again, and when they did, well, you know. ;)

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16 boyf riends

(Boyf Riends 16) “I found you–in the bathroom at a formal event, crying in the bathroom over how you saw yourself as ugly” (I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE ANON, I SEE IT AND I THINK ITS GREAT)

“You know…” Jeremy smiled as he fixed his tuxedo tie. “I never thought we’d make it here…” His eyes in awe as he took in the chandeliers and grand, gold and champagne paisley wall decals, this was easily the nicest place either boy had been.  “Prom.”

They made it to their senior prom, of course not without some flaw. Jeremy had missed his chance to ask Christine, who was already going with a group of girls as they either had passed up too many invitations or just got none. Michael, too, missed his chance in asking anyone out. So as per usual, the friends were together again. “This is going to be nuts…” Michael muttered to himself, and then nodded. He pinched both sides of his bowtie and ran a hand through his hair. “Let’s make this the best night two bros can have!” They were dateless, sure, but they survived to see their senior prom.

Jeremy watched Michael bolt through the crowd of fancily dressed teenage students and smiled. His best friend cleaned up pretty nice in a red suede suit and bowtie. It wasn’t until he lost Michael on his sprint towards the pier side ballroom that Jeremy felt a sweat start up. “MICHAEL! WA-WAIT!” He gulped narrowing tripping over some girl’s excessively long gown. “S-sorry” He gulped, holding up his hands defensively as her date gave Heere a look that made him want to disappear. Squip-less Jeremy was working on the little dexterity he was known for. He followed the herd to the ballroom, ooh’ing and awe’ing at the dome shaped room, wall to ceiling windows giving them a perfect view of the riverside pier.

It wasn’t long before this elegant ballroom turned into a massive, grinding house party. There was something visually jarring watching formally dressed teens turn into gyrating, jittering juveniles who were most likely looking to get a little something-something at the end of the night. Jeremy felt himself nervously swaying side to side, off beat, as he tried to locate safety.

His body was a small boat lost in a sea of yachts. He was barely keeping himself up as beautiful, massive ships swayed and moved along the endless ocean of a dance floor. “Jeremy!” Called a beautiful red buoy in a bowtie coming to his way, he drew a small breath of relief. He stopped swaying by the time Michael reunited with him. “They have milkshake SHOTS” Michael beamed chugging a small glass of pure dairy goodness down. “The music is kinda lame, what the top fuckboy hits of 2017?”

“H-Heh yeah…” Jeremy rubbed his arm a bit; usually he felt a little more ease being around Michael. Something about the atmosphere was off putting. Maybe it was something about the music? Or the fact they were two dateless guys. Or perhaps how good Michael looked in his suit, clean cut, bright smile, and the red was the same shade of Jeremy’s favorite drink.

“You ok? You look…” Michael looked Jeremy up and down, enjoying how nice he looked in a plain black suit with a red tie. Shame his look didn’t match the expression he wore; his delicate, wispy brown brows furrowed forming a small ‘v’ wrinkle between them. Michael wanted to iron out the worried line with his thumb…but … “You look constipated” Jeremy internally flinched. Was it that obvious he was uncomfortable? “We can bounce you know, prom isn’t that great, the food looks meh at best. We can –“

“No, no!” Jeremy didn’t drag Michael out to prom just to bail. He wanted to be here. He really did, there was just something bothering him. It had been since they purchased the tickets and the suits together. “Actually, I think you might be on to something.” He chuckled, looking for a good out, thankfully even when Michael didn’t mean to he managed to give Jeremy an escape route from this boss battle. “I’m going to hit the bathroom.”

“O-Ok Jeremy…” Michael watched as his small, lanky friend spun on his heel and zipped through the dancing crowds. He weaseled his way through densely packed bodies. He left a train of ‘sorrys’ and ‘excuse mes’ as he bumped and weaved to the opposite end of the dance floor. He kept his eyes on the floor worried his big feet would catch something, a dress or someone’s heels, and send him careening to the floor. The last thing he needed was to fall flat on his face.

Without taking his eyes off the floor he hurried into the bathroom and sighed. Why was this not as great as he thought? What was throwing him off? “Come on…prom…this is fun” He glared at his reflection in the mirror, his blue eyes focusing everything in him to bring a pleasant feeling…that was until the door opened. He jumped at the sight of Christine waddling in her red dress. “C-C-Chri-nn?!” Jeremy’s voice cracked so bad the rest of her name got lost somewhere between his throat and his lips.

“Jeremy what are you doing hanging out in the girls’ bathroom? At a formal event?” She blinked a few times, “doesn’t matter do you have a pin or something—of course you don’t who would. UGH” She rubbed her face and groaned.

“W-What’s wrong?”

Christine turned fully and exposed her ripped lacing ribbon to her corset top. “I have no idea how I managed to rip the STRING to the corset…I’ve been asking around for pins or anything to keep my top from falling off…” Her voice sounded so defeated and low, it was unlike her. “So much for prom huh…”

Jeremy bit the inside of his cheek, he mulled over solutions for a second before glancing down at his thin, neck tie. “Hey…” He slowly undid his tie and folded it in half length wise. “You think this might work?”

Willing to try Jeremy positioned himself by the sinks while Christine stood in front of him with her back to him. He started threading the tie like a new string, lacing her back up with care.

“I saw Michael out there, he looks really neat. He was taking to Rich.” She giggled, “did you come here with Michael ?”

“Yup, just bros flying solo.” Jeremy muttered, he was more than aware how nice Michael cleaned up for prom. “I’m surprised he’s having so much fun…” Prom was more Jeremy’s idea, Michael agreed because they were both dateless…and Jeremy was in need of some moral support tonight.

“Oh…really? I thought…” She paused but didn’t let the thought die, much to Jeremy’s dismay. “I thought you guys came together, you know…but it makes sense. Why not, you two are just friends right? Must be nice to just hang with your friends.” Christine chimed her voice back to its chipper tone.  Once Jeremy was done she spun around and paused. “You should probably get out of the girl’s bathroom…and join us, maybe you can squeeze a little boogey-oogy- woogy time. I might ask Michael to dance since we’re going twinsies on the red.”

“Y-Yea sure.” He watched Christine, in her newly laced dress exit. She looked equally as amazing in red. Jeremy could picture Christine and Michael dancing together. A perfect red pair of bubbling smiles and giggles…he felt envy build up inside him the longer he thought about how much fun Michael was having. How well he was blending in. The last party Jeremy was at, Michael had stowed away and wasn’t anywhere to be seen for the longest time.

Jeremy looked over his shoulder and felt heat build around his face. His eyes started to water when a very old and familiar thought crossed his mind. “You look like shit.” He whispered to himself. Just as he sniffled back the heated tears the door swung open.

“Jeremy! There you are” Michael laughed, “dude why are you in the girl’s bathroom, by yourself? At…prom?” Michael’s smile was forced, one look and he felt an old memory surface. Being alone in the bathroom with a sorry face? Michael knew that feeling a little too well. “You ok? You look…well did you at least use the bathroom?” He thumbed to one of the stalls. “Or are you planning on using the little boy’s room?”

“I’m…” Jeremy sighed, “I’m not fine.” He admitted softly. “…this sucks.”

“This was your idea, its prom, we have no dates of course it sucks.” Michael chuckled, “but hey we’re …in it together, right?”

“Oh yeah, that makes me feel better” Jeremy groaned, “Going to Prom with my bro who looks ten times better than me.” Who gave Michael the right to look nice? And why was he saying “my bro” like it was a bad thing. Why…did prom feel so strange all of the sudden. He felt a hand touch his shoulder and slowly he brought his eyes up to Michael’s.

“Don’t tell me you’re crying in the bathroom because you see yourself as ugly?” He spoke softly, “Jeremy you look great, any girl out there would be stoked to dance with you. Like man, you’re like …suaver than 007 in Goldeneye cover! You’re like…” He started to babble and ramble, Jeremy felt his cheeks flush a bit.

“I don’t want to dance with anybody out there…” He kept his eyes on the tiled ground. “…I don’t know I just do think its … we’re here together so are we really ‘dateless’?”

“a-ah..no I guess…I mean…” Michael’s babbling was now cut short. The silence hung heavy; there was a strange understanding happening. Michael started to realize what about prom wasn’t jiving well with Jeremy. Neither knew how to say it, how to cross that line of verbalizing that feeling. Suddenly the blasting bass sounds died into a slow, ancient ballad. “Heh Whitney…”

“Bet everyone on the dance floor is screaming the lyrics out..” Jeremy added, it was a slow dance song. He looked back at Michael after staring off towards the door and noticed there was a clammy, shaky hand outstretched towards him. Michael didn’t say a word, nor did Jeremy. He kept staring at the hand as the song ticked by. Slowly Jeremy placed his hand in Michael’s, after waiting so long he flinched before grasping his hand.

Michael wasn’t sure how to hold Jeremy…his heart made it hard to keep beat with the song. They settled on awkwardly holding each other’s waist and swaying back and forth.

“I’m glad.” Jeremy spoke up, “I’m glad I’m here with my favorite person…” He kept his head down, his face redder than Michael’s suit.

Jeremy might have said this before but it sounded so much more…than before. No this was different this was…Instead of saying the millions of things he could have said Michael opened his mouth and started to sing, off key, “…I don’t have to look, very much further. I don’t wanna have to go where you don’t followwww

“Oh jeez, Michael, I’m trying to say like…” This was what he was missing, the worries slid away from him. A truly genuine smile formed on Jeremy’s nervous and slightly sweaty face. He didn’t want to be dateless at prom, he didn’t want to be here with his bro…He wanted to be here with Michael. Jeremy couldn’t get another word past Michael who was belting every note as if to drown out the giddiness. “God, Michael…” Jeremy cautiously leaned into Michael’s chest and resorted to hugging him as they swayed to the Whitney Houston song in the middle of the girl’s bathroom.

Slowly, Michael’s arms wrapped around Jeremy’s small frame and locked him into a tight hug.

Tonight, Michael wasn’t alone in the bathroom.

Gabriel Fic
Author: @riversong-sam

Parings: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 3176

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You’re my weakness

Plot:  jungkook scenario where you argue and he says something hurtful and you try to break up

For anon 

illi

Originally posted by mayfifolle


He never hurted you, not intentionally.

But now..maybe it was time to end things there.


A few hours before


-Why are you always late?

-I’m getting ready and I am not always late

-let’s just say most of the time then

You laughed while he helped you getting your dress on, you had to go to this fancy dinner with the other members and the Pdnim.

The restaurant was really cool all reserved for you, the Big Hit entr. Was reunited to celebrate BTS last comeback and all kills, as always. Your boyfriend Jongkook was shining as usual in the room and you felt so proud of him it you couldn’t stop smiling.

At that point a guy, tall with black hair approached you asking if you wanted something to drink, he asked you nicely so you just smiled back a him and said you were ok..But he didn’t stop talking to you, he kept getting close, way too close to you.

You weren’t scared but you started wandering where your boyfriend wee and when the guy placed a hand on your hips making you flinch he magically appeared and grab your wrist taking you close to him.

-Kookie hei, sorry man I had no idea she was your girlfriend

-You better just leave

You looked at him while he was boiling in anger and tried to make him relax drawing cirlce on his back.


When you got at home he was still mad but you couldn’t understand why, so you just pretended nothing happened.

-Want some water before going to bed?

You asked while he was changing his clothes- he didn’t answer so you just started changing too.. you couldn’t reach the zip of your dress so you asked him for help

-Why don’t you go to that guy instead?

-Excuse me?

-What can’t you understand what I am saying now? Or you’re just playing dumb?

-Ya Jungkook I know you’re tired and stressed and that guy didn’t help but why is it my fault?

-If he hit on you it’s because you made him believe you were single

-WHAT?!

-Ya Y/N are you dumb??

-You better shut the fuck up

-Why???  Cause I am telling the truth?? You think I didn’t see you standing there smiling at everything?? You looked so happy in that fancy restaurant.. Did you finally get what you were waiting for? Money? Fame? Well you’re welcome..

You slapped him . For the first time ever. And he said nothing, he just looked at you and smirked, like you was just an annoying girl looking for attention

He took his clothes off and just went to your bedroom.

You couldn’t cry, it was so out of the blue that you had no idea f how to react, you promised yourself to never let any man make you feel like he owned you, like you should thank him for being the successful woman you are. You did all by yourself, you studied hard and worked harder and he knew that, that’s why it hurted more.

You slept on the couch that night and when you woke up he was already gone, so you did what you had to.. you took your clothes from the wardrobe, your make up, every little thing you owned and just left.


A week later you were still sleeping in a hotel, not even a text from him.

Instead Jiinie, Tae and the others kept calling you and texting you asking what happened and where were you, but you decided not to tell them.


You were walking back at the hotel after work, it was dark outside and it looked like it was starting to rain so you tried to walk faster..there was nobody around and you were a little scared.

You heard some footsteps and voices of man coming behind you so you decided to ignore them, they walked by you and turned around


-Hei sweetie you look so good

-Yea, where are you going?

-Wanna have some fun?

You looked at the floor, trying to ignore them when you felt a hand on your shoulders

-Let me go

-Why? We can have some fun!

You closed your eyes, fear not letting you move and then..

You heard someone grabbing you and the mans running away.

You recognized him, how couldn’t you? Just his smell were enough to make you feel more comfortable.

He hugged you and kissed the top of your head while you covered your face in his chest

-I am so sorry

You started sobbing, still scared to death

-I am so sorry my love, I will never leave you alone again

He whispered, and you could feel his voice cracking while he was talking

-I am so sorry I should have protected you but I made you run away

He tried to pull away from the hug but you stopped him

-Don’t .. please I am so scared

-Sure, let’s go to the hotel before it starts raining ok?

As he said that the first rain started to drop.


You arrived at the hotel completely wet, you were still holding his arm.

He helped you taking off your clothes and prepared a bath for the both of you, he washed your hair and changed you in some night clothes while he stayed in his boxers.

The two of you were on the bed, he was hugging you and caressing your hair while looking at you.

You were starting to felt asleep in his arms, who felt so safe.

-I am so sorry Y/N.. I know that I was wrong and you shouldn’t forgive me now but I will wait until you do so.. I don’t want to leave you again.

-You are so stupid

-I know, you’re so strong and smart that I have no idea how you could be my girlfriend

-I don’t know either

-I know you won’t forgive me now.. but can you think about it?

-I will..I won’t throw away 2 years of relationship because of a stupid argument but you have to gain again my trust

-I will

-Jongkook I never felt like you made me feel that night.. you know? I felt so miserably, you treated me like I was nothing and I can’t forget it

-I know..I am so sorry I disappointed you.. I don’t know what happened

-You better work on this and fix it..  because I won’t give you another chance.. not because of this. I love you but I love myself too.. I have to respect myself as a woman first and you have to do it too

-I know.. I am really sorry Y/N.. can I sleep here tonight?

-Sure..cause I don’t know why but nobody makes me feel safe as you do..and that’s why I can’t let you hurt me..you’re my weakness

#351 [Baron Corbin]

Requested, 351.“Why are you hiding behind me? What did you do?” - (Prompt from here.)

Author note: Not as long as others. Kind of hit a wall on it? Buttttt it’s a good little dealio?


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Working in the WWE as a backstage manager had its good parts and bad parts. You absolutely enjoyed traveling, and all of the fun and amazing people you’d met. It wasn’t always so nice to be away from family, and sometimes you just missed feeling like you had a true home. You had an apartment you returned to, but it didn’t feel like home. You weren’t there enough for it to be able to, really.

But all the positives outweighed the negatives, which brought you to your third anniversary on the job.

You’d seen a lot of people come and go through those three years. A lot had been spectacularly talented but just hadn’t made it in the WWE. Many had become close friends, family, as they had stayed around.

Baron Corbin came to the main roster quietly. That didn’t mean he didn’t make his presence known; he just didn’t use many words to accomplish that. Honestly, he didn’t need to use many words. The look on his face, the aura around him, his entire appearance…it spoke volumes about who and how he was.

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anonymous asked:

I see a lot of little spoon mc in cuddle head cannons but as someone who prefers to be a big spoon I was wondering if you have any big spoon mc hc's?

yEA i do!! I actually have always wanted to be the big spoon but for some reason being the little spoon is just so comfy and so much easier omg. But I love to be big spoon sometimes!!! you didn’t ask for this info but lol have it anyway -Green 

Yoosung:

-it was so easy to spoon him, really

-like. you guys didn’t need to discuss it, you’re just naturally the big spoon with Yoosung and he doesn’t even notice it, he just likes being held by you

-he didn’t know that “the man” is the big spoon 

-when he figured out, he almost wanted to do something about it…

-a  l m o s t 

-but really he just threw away that stereotype as fast as lightning because he loved the way you wrapped around him and he could feel you breathing against his back and your soft hands wrapped around him 

-sometimes you would even comb your fingers through his hair and it was just b l i s s 

-he most likely will never be the big spoon. if you want him to be, he’ll try. But as long as you don’t say anything, he won’t either 

Saeyoung: 

-saeyoung practically demands that you spoon him. NOW, M C

-doesn’t even give you an option by the time your at the bed he’s curled up and ready for you to spoon him and cuddle 

-he’s so excited you can see his eyes gleaming 

-for saeyoung, you’re going to big spoon like I do. because he’s actually pretty tall 

-you can’t completely fit around him where it’s comfortable so you just wrap your leg around his stomach and push him into you, your arms under his arm pits and face buried in his neck 

-HE IS SO IN LOVE 

-you’re so warm!!! and he loves that you wrap your legs around him like wow who thought 

-ever since the first spoonining (lol), saeyoung has tried to big spoon you but somehow you two always end up in the same position

-he is definitely not complaining. you make him feel so loved and safe 

-waking up with you literally all wrapped up around him is the best feeling 

-sometimes he’ll fall asleep just by feeling your heartbeat on his back is so calming to him 

-protect him 

Jumin: 

-you were the one that had to ask him because he was just a very natural and possessive big spoon

-usually you guys just cuddle and spoon for relaxation and don’t usually go to bed for the night spooning, instead just facing each other and maybe wrapping an arm around each other 

-you requested a cuddle to melt your stress and he was like Yes!! of course lets go baby

-but you had to stop him halfway through and explain you actually just really wanted to be the one holding him 

-he agreed, but it was very unfamiliar to him so at first he was kind of tense 

-he was a very big person so?? how would this work ?

-same thing with Saeyoung y’all you lock that fucker in with your legs, no chance of escape 

-how does it feel jumin 

-huh??? he really doesn’t know how to feel lol 

-but after a few minutes you know he’s going to kind of melt into it 

-accidentally falls asleep aww 

-after this he’s usually still the big spoon, but when he’s really stressed he’ll actually request you to big spoon him 

Jaehee:

-UHm

-of course you’re the big spoon 

-honestly you’re always trying to just cuddle her 

-when you’re alone in the cafe or just when she’s grinding beans your circling your arms around her and always hugging her 

-so when you get some everyday you just launch in the bed and request she join you 

-she makes you wait because she wants to be responsible and change and take a shower :( 

- fi n  e you’ll just join her in the shower then 

-she yells at you when you say that and no cuddles for even longer :((( jaehee nooo

-but she didn’t mean it, because as soon as she came out of the shower and sees you laying there so dejected she doesn’t even bother to change and slips into your arms 

-YEAAAH! you don’t care that Jaehee is wet, you just want to wrap your arms around her and kiss her shoulders and neck 

-she wants to be annoyed but you’re too cute to say no to or be annoyed at 

-u love ur bae

Zen:

-he’s like Jumin but don’t tell him I said that and is just a natural big spooner 

-Zen is super tired one day he comes home from work and doesn’t even plan on cuddling but suddenly your behind him cuddling and playing with his long hair 

-he doesn’t question it at all, he’s too tired to say anything and just leans into it and enjoys the feeling of being held by you 

-later he never brings it up again because he’s so embarrassed 

-so he never really asks but secretly loves it when you big spoon him because he’s too much of a baby to ask you 

-thinks it isn’t “manly” of him 

-oh my god zen shut up and just receive my dominant love ok 

anonymous asked:

Could I request a cute little Drabble or headcanons with Soldier, Reaper, Junkrat and Hanzo (id love to request mccree but that's probs too many haha. My thirst for these boys I can't) when their sleepy s/o comes in wearing one of their shirts while the boy is working and tries to convince them to come to bed and rest because it's v v late? Please and thank you!

For you *points at you* I’ll write something for all of them. Enjoy!

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Jack sat in front of the computer looking over the blueprints and surrounding area of the next mission site. It was well after midnight when you walk up from behind them. You yawn and try to rub the sleepiness out of your eyes.

“Jack, love of my life, please come to bed. It’s 3 in the morning and I can’t sleep knowing you’re up and still working,” you say, another yawn escapes.

“Sorry, but I need to look over this and make sure we have everything as airtight as possible,” he says without looking back at you, focused on the screen, “Go to sleep, I’ll join you shortly.”

“You said that 2 hours ago and you’re still up,” you say, pouting. “Please, Jack, come to bed with me?”

The neediness in your voice compels Jack to turn around and look at you. You are wearing an old blue shirt of his, from his early underground days. It hangs a little big on you but to Jack, you look incredible.

“Jack? You ok?”

“Yea, I’m fine,” he says as he quickly turns around and shuts off the computer. Quickly he goes to you and picks you up. You giggle at being picked up all of a sudden.

He gently kisses you on your forehead, “Let’s go to bed.”

Reaper

Reaper is reloading his guns when he hears the door open behind him.

“I thought I said I wish to be alone,” he said menacingly.

You let out a loud yawn, “I don’t know who you said that to but I know it wasn’t me.”

“Come to see me train?” he asks playfully.

You stretch against the door and rub your eyes. “Not today Reyes. I came to ask you to please come to bed. It’s a little past midnight and I would really like if you come back with so I don’t have to sleep in an empty end.”

“That late huh?” he says loudly to himself. “I’ll go to bed after I’m finished training.”

“No Gabriel, it’s late and you need rest. Besides,” you look at the ground embarrassed, “I miss it when you hold me at night. I feel more relaxed and can sleep more soundly.”

Reaper turns around after reloading the gun and sees you wearing his old black tank top. It fits loosely on your body but exposes enough of your skin to make Reaper growl in appreciation. He loves how amazing you look in his clothes. He puts the gun back on the table and walks up to you. He turns you around and wraps his arms around you, nuzzling your neck.

“We’re going to bed, now,” he says, lowly growls in your ear.

Junkrat

Junkrat is sitting at his table, tinkering with a new bomb idea when you walk in to his “office” yawning.

“Jamison, it’s really late. Come to bed. The bomb will be there later.”

“Sorry Sheila,” he says still focusing on the bomb, “but if I don’t finish this now I’ll forget then it’ll never happen! Besides its pretty unstable right now so if I don’t do something it could blow up at any time,” he says cackling.

“Oh my god Jamison, please defuse it, do something but please make sure it doesn’t go off when we’re sleeping,” you say dejectedly.

“Yea, yea no worries, I got this,” still laughing.

You stand behind him for 10 more minutes before interrupting him again.

“Jamison,” you put your hands on his back, feeling the muscles underneath them. You softly kiss his shoulder, “please come back to bed with me? Defuse the bomb if you need to but please come back soon? I miss you.”

Junkrat turns his head to look at you and notices you’re wearing an old night shirt of his. It was an old white shirt that was ripped from the hem a bit but it seems to fit you incredibly well. He continued to stare at you even after you left him to his work. After you were out of his sight Junkrat quickly gets back to work making sure the bomb was stable enough not to go off and quickly hobbles out of his “office” and goes to join you in bed.

Hanzo

You walk outside your room and to the small garden that nearby and see Hanzo sitting, mediating.

“Hanzo,” you yawn, “please come to bed. It’s late.”

Hanzo turns his head only slightly to acknowledge that he heard you, “In a moment, I am almost done.”

You walk closer to him, bend down, and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “You’ve been out here for hours, so maybe it’s time to go to bed.”

Hanzo furrows his brows as he tries to focus again on his center.

“Fine,” you huff at him and let go of him, “You can stay here if you want but I’m going to bed.”

He hears the anger in your voice and turns around to look at you. He sees you wearing his black shirt. He sees how amazing it fits you. You walk away in a huff and leave Hanzo to mediate again.

He tries to slow his breathing and clear his mind but only thoughts of you fill his mind. Frustrated, he huffs and quickly stands and walks back to your room.

McCree

You walk into the living room and find Jesse sitting at the table hunched over something.

“Babe,” you plead, “come to bed. It’s late; you can clean your revolver tomorrow.”

McCree smiles without looking behind him.

“Can’t darlin’. If I don’t finish this tonight, I won’t have time tomorrow.”

You pout and hug him, pressing your body to him to try to convince him. He stops cleaning for a moment as he relishes the feel of you.

“I’m sorry that I’m staying up so late, but I need to finish this.” He turns around and kisses you a gentle kiss, “I promise, I will finish as fast as I can and go to bed, ok?”

“Fine,” pouting.

McCree looks at you and notices that you are wearing one of his dress shirts. He looks at how low hanging it fits you. He can’t seem to focus on cleaning his gun; his mind is only thinking of you and how damn fine you look in his shirt. He immediately gets up and scoops you in his arms and kisses you deeply.

“I don’t know where you found that shirt, but it looks damn good on you,” he said as he kissed your neck.

He picked you up and with a devilish smile, takes you to bed with him.  

Sick Mommy

Author: @riversong-sam
Request: @oriona75
I need the fluffiest of the fluffy Sam. Stressed out sick mom at wits end and needs help. Hubby!Sam to the rescue.

Word Count: 743
Parings: Sam x Reader, Dean, Evan (OFC), Grace (OFC)
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: Feedback is greatly appreciated.
You couldn’t take it anymore. Your husband and his brother had been gone for 3 weeks leaving you alone with a toddler and an infant. Sam called every night to check on you and the kids. Every night you would say you were fine, the kids were fine and you all missed him. Most of it wasn’t a lie except the “You were fine” part.
The truth was you were stressed out with your son getting into trouble all the time, to your infant daughters non-stop crying and screaming. Oh and on top of that you seem to have caught a flu bug. You donned a face mask (like the ones in doctors’ offices) to take care of the kids. You really didn’t want them sick.
The kids were in bed, or so you thought as you went and took a shower. You didn’t know little Evan was still awake or that he stole you’re cell.
“Daddy?”
“Evan? Where’s your mom buddy?”
“She shower crying.”
“What? Why?” Sam tried to remain calm for Evan. Why were you crying? Were you hurt? Was Grace?
“Mommy sick.”
“What do you mean Ev?”
“Mommy coughing and wears funny t’ing on her face when she takes care of me and Gracie.”
“Ok Ev. Daddy and uncle Dean are on our way home ok? Be a good boy for me and go put mommies phone away and go to bed, I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Ok Daddy”
“I love you little man. You take care of mom and Grace ok?”
“Ok Daddy, wuv you too”
You just stepped into your room when you saw Evan in it.
“Evan sweetie what are you doing up still?” times like these you were glad you dressed in the bathroom after your showers, instead of coming back to your room to do it.
“Spose’ take care of you.” Your four year old said.
“I’m ok honey let’s get you back to bed.”
“No! me tuck you in tis’ time.”
“Evan..”
“No mommy I take care of you. Daddy said so.”
“Daddy called?”
“Yea said supose’ take care of you and Gracie.”
You couldn’t help but smile a little at that.
“Alright baby but once I’m in bed I won’t come tuck you in again.”
“S’ok mommy I big I can do it myself.”
“Alright.” You climb into your bed. Evan pulls your covers up and much as he can and kisses your head.
“G’night mommy, sweet dreams.” He says mimicking what you say ever night to him.
“Goodnight Evan.”
He smiles and leaves your room, checking on his sister before going to his own.
You smile and click off your lamp and going to bed.
**
By the time you awake the next morning it’s eleven am. Getting up quickly you panic, Evan usually woke you up by now if Grace hadn’t with her crying. Rushing out of your room, despite your aching body and head you check the baby’s room first, panicked even more she isn’t there. Next you check Evans room, it’s empty too.
On the verge of tears you check the kitchen to find not only your kids but Sam and Dean as well.
“Mommy!” Evan says spotting you.
Sam turns at his comment and rushes over, “Hey baby what’s wrong.” He wipes some stay tears.
“I slept late..” you hiccup “They weren’t..” more tears fall and Sam realizes you thought something happened.
“No baby shh it’s ok.” He holds you to him. “Dean you ok with them?”
“Yea go take care of your wife. Let me have time with my favorite munchkins.”
Sam nods his thanks and takes you back to bed. Holding you as you cry releasing all you worry and stress from three weeks.
“Shh (Y/N) it’s ok I’m here now. That’s it baby let it all out. We’re safe, the kids are safe, and you’re fine sweetheart.” Sam soothes rubbing your back.  
Eventually you stop crying and just lay there in his arms.
“Feel better?” he asks and you nod slightly.
“Good now get some rest Ev said you were sick.”
“Little flu bug.” You mumble
“All the more reason for you to rest baby. Dean and I’ll handle the kids and when you wake up I’ll make you soup ok?”
You nod and snuggle him more, “Thank you.”
“You’re Welcome (Y/N). Now sleep my love.”
You close your eyes and allow his heartbeat to lull you to sleep glad he was finally home.

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6 Sarcastic Guys’ Conversation.

6 SARCASTIC GUYS’ CONVERSATION (SEVERAL FANDOMS CROSSOVER): Fanfic? (because I wanted to write this ever since I saw a post similar to this)

Who’s in the house?

-  House

-  Jack Sparrow

-  Tony Stark

-  Sherlock

-  Dean Winchester

-  …?

What do they have in common?

(You don’t have to know all of the characters)

Narcissism, sarcasm, some are genius’, most are experts in their work, all of them have drinking/drug dependencies, most have childhood issues and are secretly full of angst, etc.

Summary: This is just them, trapped in a room together, with no idea how they got there or how to get out. There may be more characters to come…

Warnings: Not much, a bit of swearing.

Comments are well appreciated (nice comments, helpful comments etc.)

Part 1

Jack: Now, the real question remains: Where is the rum?

House glared at him.

House: That’s not the real question, dumbass. I wanna know what the hell we’re doing here.

Tony: Maybe it’s a house party.

Sherlock is bent down by the door, his nose alarmingly close to the floor.

Tony: Ok, curly, what’re you doing now?

Sherlock looks up frowning, realising he’s being addressed.

Sherlock: I’m checking to see what substances there are in order to determine where we are, which is a lot more than any of you lot are doing.

Tony: *huffs* Well, excuse me, princess-

House: There’s no way of getting out of here.

House is sat by the window, and everyone looks up to him. He motions to the window with his cane.

House: These windows are fake. That door is impenetrable, the walls are made with considerable strength, as we’ve found out, and none of us geniuses have any idea why we’re here, where we are, how we got here, or who sent us here.

Everyone was quiet.

Jack: Well, I for one, am not a genius – just to clarify.

Sherlock sighs and sits up against the wall.

Tony: Find anything?

Sherlock: No. There’s no evidence, no substances, no clues – just nothing.

He looked sullenly ahead.

Tony: Well, my Iron Man suit should be here anytime now.

Sherlock: It’s not going to work…

Tony screwed his eyes at him.

Tony: Well, I don’t think your ‘sniffing around’ is exactly doing to much to solve this problem either-

Jack: Ok, ok, ladies, lets settle down, shall we? Look, we only have each other in this neat room of ours, and if we start fighting, it all goes downhill from there, and frankly, I think we’d all know who would be the only one standing after that.

Jack smiled smugly to himself.

House sighs and mutters something like ‘imbecile’.

Jack: What was that now?

Sherlock looked over as House sighs, and rubs his leg with his hand, his cane to the side.

Tony: What happened to you?

House looks up and replies sarcastically: I tripped.

Tony: Well don’t get your knickers in a twist, Doc, I was only asking.

Sherlock: He got shot.

House looked over to him.

House: How the hell do you know that?

Jack: Oh, God, don’t ask him for an explanation, I’m beggin’ you.

Sherlock: Well, it’s clear from the way he holds his leg that he’s in obvious pain-

Jack: Here we go..

Sherlock, ignoring the interruption: and he’s used to it according to the heavy bags under his eyes from sleepless nights, and he’s bitter, a sign of long-lasting pain, so why wouldn’t you do something about it? Well, it’s obvious he’s tried drugs-

House: Shut the hell up.

Sherlock: – takes one to know one – but they didn’t work out, did they? Got too dependent on them, so now you just have to take the pain – and by yourself – I mean, it’s obvious that you’re lonely.

House stands up with his cane: I said SHUT UP!

He went over to Sherlock and squared up to him.

Tony and Jack looked at each other wide-eyed.

House: You think you’re some big genius, who can just figure everyone out by one look-

Sherlock: Well, yea, pretty much-

But suddenly there was a big BANG as the door came flying inwards.
They all shielded themselves as the door was smashed down and smoke covered them, some of them coughing, as Sherlock quickly walking over the new body that was now on the floor, coughed through the smoke and went through the door, just to see another door a few feet behind it.

Sherlock: Dammit.

House looked around.

House: Everyone alright?
Jack: Just dandy

House grimaced as he put his cane down and knelt to the man on the floor, turning him onto his back so they could see him, Tony kneeling next to him.

Tony: You know him?

House: Nope.

House leant down to check the man’s breathing, when suddenly he snapped up and looked around frantically, his golden necklace swaying across his chest.

Man: What the hell – oh, son of a bitch.

He held onto his head, wincing slightly and cursed to himself.

House: What’s your name? Do you know how you got here?

Sherlock and Jack crowded round to listen.

Man: Name’s Dean Winchester. And I have no clue, man.

Sister Winchester

Originally posted by dimpleycos-things

Characters: Y/n, Derek, Dean, Sam, Cas, OC Matt

Pairing: Derek x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Basically just fluff, cute fluffy mate stuff, cute brotherly Dean, bits of fighting but nothing too visual or violent. 

Word Count: 1947

Summary: Y/n heads to Beacon Hills, meeting someone she never would’ve thought existed for her. 

A/N: Requested fic by @sallyp-53 - So the female reader is a hunter who is the sister of the winchesters she goes to beacon hills because of all the supernatural events happening
She finds Derek in his wolf form thinking he’s just a hurt animal she takes him. Not wanting to scare her he stays in that form as he heals only to find out she knows about the supernatural. He decides to show her his true form, they end up liking each other and dating but she doesn’t know how to tell her brothers she’s dating a werewolf.
Sorry if it’s too long!
Also if you want to change it up fine by me, I loved the last time you wrote my request so I just hope you like this one ❤️.
So i kinda stuck to it, but not really. I don’t know if this is what you wanted, but i hope you like it. 

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Y/n settled into the little motel room, glad the tiny town actually had one.

It wasn’t that nice, she’d been in much prettier, larger ones.

But at least this one was clean. It looked as though the town probably didn’t have many visitors, the room looking as though no one had touched it in a while, yet completely free of dust.

She settled on the bed, tired from her day of running through the woods, chasing down a damn werewolf.

Y/n wished her brothers were here right now, but they were on a mission to find a way to stop Abaddon, sending y/n away.

They loved her too much to risk the knight of hell hurting her in any way, so they mostly kept her in the bunker, letting her go on a few hunts. Nothing too major, but things they knew she could handle on her own.

So she went to Beacon Hills, hearing of large animal attacks, knowing it was most likely something supernatural.

She had no clue what it was until she came face to face with a werewolf.

Except, this was different to what she was used to.

Hairy face and scrunched forehead.

He seemed like the traditional fairy-tale werewolf, which she just hoped she was going to be able to kill using a silver bullet.

The wolf managed to run off, y/n chasing after it but losing it.

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#80 [Kenny Omega]

Requested, #80: “Does he know about the baby?” - with the young bucks and Kenny omega? Like the reader is the young bucks sister who slept with Kenny?. (Prompt from here.)


Author note: This is straight up fluff and silliness. And ran long. Ohhh well.

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Kenny Omega had come in to your life without preamble.

It felt like one second your brothers, The Young Bucks, were talking about “changes” in New Japan and Bullet Club, and the next you had a two-tone-haired man standing in front of you.

There were very few interactions between the two of you before you realized you had some attraction to him. At first, you’d just assumed it was physical, and had kept yourself from doing anything about it. But the more you were with him, the more you realized it was a lot more than just your body craving his.

Kenny was intelligent. Well-spoken. Funny. Genuine. Passionate. Caring. Trustworthy. Hardworking. Determined.

That last part was what really led to your current situation; you pressed against a shirtless Kenny in a heated kiss.

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dana watches lucifer (2x14)
  • i’m so ready to do this i’m gonna cry
  • this previously on makes me emotional
  • i don’t want lucifer to say this again i’m sad i don’t wanna see chloe all alone in his club again
  • hot damn first thing we zoom in on is some booty
  • and there’s lucifer’s mom gettin some
  • “i’m a goddess” she’s being literal there
  • “this is weird” you’re telling me 
  • MAZE I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH MUCH MUCH 
  • my cat really doesn’t wanna make it easy to typaq32
  • whoa luci whatcha DOIN
  • “it’s your funeral” um? seriously what’s he doing? i’m assuming he’s making bad life choices
  • the little shake in chloe’s voice i’m GONE
  • “two weeks i’m over it” it’s been two months for me and i’m NOT
  • ELLA IS BACK I MISSED HER SO MUCH I’M CRYING SHE’S TALKING ABOUT HUGS
  • oh boy amenadiel lurkin again 
  • what kinda bad name is heavy woolies i 
  • DETECTIVE
  • THAT VOICE
  • I’M CRYING
  • SHE HAS TO TOUCH HIM TO SEE IF HE’S REAL
  • CHLOE GO OFF!!!!!!!!!
  • here comes candy and i already love her
  • i’m sad about chloe’s face believe me but i’m already in love with candy
  • “disappeared after i almost died then waltzed back in married to a stripper?” yea it does sound bad
  • “this isn’t about vacation hours lucifer this isn’t about time cards this is about…” US “lucifer how could you i thought we were friends”
  • lucifer you done MESSED UP BIG TIME
  • i’m mad at him
  • even dan has the upper hand here
  • “that’s classy dude real classy” “…thank you?”
  • oh poor courtney i don’t know her but she pretty so i love her
  • plus she’s the first suspect so she can’t be guilty lmao
  • “i completely understand” OH BOY I WONDER WHO SHE’S TALKING ABOUT
  • “ouch shade i wouldn’t take it personally” “yeah it’s not me he’s talking about” oh lucifer
  • where’s maze i miss her already
  • i want ella/lucifer reunion STAT
  • my cat and i are just holdin hands and its so nice
  • omg there are so many pictures of them
  • manip chloe they’re both blonde itll work
  • we already KNOW they’re not actually in love duh
  • candy is so SMART ALREADY I LOVE
  • “i’m super good with faces… and other things” ooh i love her
  • elton tom…. i’m crying
  • omg of COURSE chloe likes 90s music
  • nooooo their partnership is so beautiful tho
  • “you can’t just grab what you want when you want” chloe has a habit of saying what she doesn’t mean when she wants to say what she does
  • f uck lucifer and chloe both look so devastated i hate myself i miss hiatus
  • CAN YOU BELIEVE I SAID I MISS HIATUS 
  • LINDAAAAAAAAAAA THE LOVE OF MY LIFE
  • “i know you’ve been through hell, i suppose we can discuss that another time” 
  • oh candy’s there
  • linda looks shook
  • i feel you linda
  • “he’s a thinker this one” i love you candy
  • you’ve ZAGGED candy …. wow
  • “i tried to leave but i just felt that i missed…” CHLOE “my work” HE MEANS CHLOE
  • wait i wanna see what she can do
  • did he just feed her
  • look when chloe and lucifer work their shit out candy and lucifer are gonna be THE BEST brotp mark my words and pull out the receipts when it happens
  • LUCIFER IS HIDING BEHIND A PLANT
  • dan/lucifer is so nice actually
  • “stripper is pejorative”
  • MAZE IS BACK
  • maze is eyeing up candy hard i ship them so much already WHERE IS THE FAN ART
  • oh boy lucifer has foot in mouth disease pretty bad doesn’t he 
  • he said privacy so british like
  • omg charlotte’s eyes are FLASHING
  • “i should start using sunscreen” i love her
  • “well i think she’s perfect for lucifer” whoa… that was a multi layered insult
  • MAZE/CHLOE BROTP IS BEAUTIFUL
  • maze throws dishes away instead of washing them…. i relate
  • maze is so wise i love her
  • maze should be the mediator
  • ooh chloe has idea bulbs
  • OH GOD CHLOE IS POSED AS CANDY I’M SCREAMING
  • i’m convinced candy is smarter than she looks btw
  • oh my god chloe as candy is so fun lauren must have had a good time
  • so she’s basically just talking about her issues with him but as candy
  • oh god i hear the hitch in chloe’s voice
  • OH GOD. HELL IS ALMOST LOSING HER. THAT’S CANON BITCH. I’VE BEEN SAYING THAT FOR SO LONG.
  • THE WAY HE SAYS HAVE YOU EVER KNOWN ME TO LIE BECAUSE EVEN AFTER LEAVING FOR SO LONG HE HOPES TO GOD SHE STILL TRUSTS HIM
  • oh is this guy part of the case i forgot
  • i would say yes to chloe decker too
  • lucifer jsut blew the cover i’m laughing
  • ah his superpower i msised it
  • remember that guy who literally said he wanted a cat sanctuary? i loved that guy. where is he. come back. be my pal.
  • “candy needs you more than i do.” pretty sure that gal can handle herself. just an inkling.
  • “anything about matricide?” wow charlotte doesn’t cut corners does she
  • i’d go to her juice bar
  • “she may be the most formidable foe i’ve ever faced” nice at least charlotte recognizes greatness
  • lucifer IS a deeply damaged soul that’s what you’ve DONE to him
  • i still love her though
  • don’t cry charlotte i still love you
  • “YES I KNEW YOU GUYS WOULD PATCH THINGS UP” ok so ella is STILL the biggest deckerstar shipper ever
  • omg ella is figuring stuff out i’m so proud of her
  • IS HE GONNA SING AGAIN
  • chloe looks SHOOK
  • i’m shook too
  • HE’S SINGING NINETIES SONGS FOR HER
  • everyone’s looking so dreamily at him i love it
  • she’s smiling!!!!!!
  • is she??
  • i can’t see but i hope so
  • SHE IS
  • okay but he’s literally singing a love song there’s no pretending
  • oh that was smart
  • HER SMILE I’M CRYING
  • i wanna hear the rest of that song
  • ELLA IS IN ANOTHER SCENE ITS CHRISTMAS
  • “which makes me very happy because i was getting very uncomfortable” lmao i love ella
  • no this episode was going so GOOd leave the angst OUT OF IT
  • HE WAS SAVING HER I’M CRUYING
  • LEAVE ME ALONE O H MY GOD
  • wait so candy is just a shield? i don’t buy it
  • see charlotte is wonderful
  • i love every woman on this show
  • “I’M LEGAL WOOOOO” im crying hes so funny
  • of course it was a man
  • jesus of course he’s getting strangled
  • you DUMMY
  • of course he shot the guy she LOVES lucifer
  • “actually i was aiming for you” that little laugh he gives its so cute bc he knows she doesn’t mean it
  • “working with you means so much to him” CUTE “dude’s totally messed up”
  • THIS STORY SHE TELLS IS KILLING ME
  • CHLOE HAS A REALIZATION FACE ON WHOA
  • okay so i guess she’s reconciled herself with it that’s nice we have more room for a story lines
  • “i’ll start by saying i do not forgive you” imagine being so petty
  • lucifer won’t go home bc chloe is his home
  • “the oscar goes to candy morningstar” KNEW IT
  • i don’t want her to leave though
  • i love her so much
  • AND SHE SHIPS DECKERSTAR …. SMART
  • “i wouldn’t screw that one up” too LATE
  • “trying not to” HE JSAO3
  • I JUST LET OUT WEIRD RACCOON NOISES I CAN’T
  • i can’t i’m crying that was beautiful i missed this show
I like Ramyun

Could I get one with Simon Dominic where he falls in love with me and he keeps requesting to go on a date with me? (Happy ending)
For @isibrudi
Hope you like it
illi


Originally posted by yooneroos


You have worked with Jay since he started thinking of AOMG, you helped him making his dreams reality but unfortunately you had to leave to go back home for a couple of years.

When you got back, Jay was a successful CEO and AOMG was one of the main K hip hop labels.

You were really proud of him,.he was your family and like a brother to you.


You started to work for him as he asked you (almost on his knees) to help him with his new songs, and that’s when you met all the other guys and Hoodie.

You thought having another CEO was not the best idea but Jay was really happy to work with Simon D and you could see how he trusted him.


After moving to Seoul and started to work for him your life found a nice balance but began to be a little too boring for you: work – home – work, friends on the weekend.


You were still at work at 2am, you could here the cold wind in the studio and just thought how your big light blue shirt will make you freeze out there; you took your black hills off and started to listen the new track, closing your eyes.

The door suddenly open making you jump on your chair, it was Simon.. what was he doing there?

-Hei sorry Y/N I needed the studio to record something but i’ll come later..

-Oh no no I am almost done

You said, moving your hair behind your ears.

-Ok then..

You smiled and adjust your glasses, took your bag and put your hills back on

-I’ll leave then, see you tomorrow Kiseokssi

-Don’t you have a coat?

-Erm..no I forgot it, but I don’t live that far away so it’s ok

You saw him getting up and looked at you

-I’ll drive you home

-It’s ok Kiseokssi I..

-I insist

You couldn’t say no anymore and just accepted his favor.

On the ride home he was very quiet, as always, you didn’t really ever talked to him because he was not your type at all. He was more than 30 but didn’t grow up, always out at parties getting drunk not having a serious relationship in years.


-It’s here

-Ok

-Well, thank you Kiseokssi

-Y/N

-Yes?

You turned around to look at him before opening the door

-Wanna have dinner with me?

You was kind of shocked, thinking you heard wrong

-E-esxcuse me?

-Let’s have a date Y/N, I like you

-Kiseokssi I am sorry but..i..

-Ah..I see..Well maybe another time? I really want have dinner with you

-I have to go..sorry

And you left almost run in your apartment.

What was wrong with him?


The next day you didn’t see him, thank god.. you couldn’t even sleep properly because of this.


A week later you were on the elevator, going home after a busy day when the doors opened and he appeared.. he was particularly handsome that night.

He looked at you, behind his sunglasses, you could feel his eyes on you.

-Y/N..

-Kiseokssi..

-Going home?

-Yes..

-Want a ride?

You had no idea of what to answer, did you want him to drive you home? You started playing with your sweater while looking at the ground when you heard him laughing softly

-Cute

You felt blood running through your cheeks, you had to admit it, you were waiting to see him those  

days and you were kind of disappointed when you didn’t.

You liked him, that’s it..that was the truth but you couldn’t give your heart so easily…you knew his reputation and your job was too important to risque everything for him..so you decided to ignore the situation.

-So..coming?

You were so lost in your thoughts you forgot about him

-Erm..i..i will just walk..bye

You run, literally RUN out of the building to avoid him.


-Y/N -ah, ya..YAAAAAAA

You startled on the chair

-Jay what the fuck..

-Are you sleeping with your eyes open??

-No……

-What is goung on?

-Nothing

-CMOOOOOOON

He looked at you with puppy eyes

-Jay..i ..it’s so weird…..

-What?? Tell me everything

-I think a like a man

-GOOD!!

-No it’s not..he is a Casanova..changing girl every night

-Really?

-Yes.. he is so full of himself, like he is the king of the world..he..he works hard for everything..

You looked at Jay and continued to talk, he was a man..he could maybe understand him

-He works so hard, every night and every day.. he always so stubborn but I saw him helping everyone who asked him, he change girl every night and  hasn’t been in a serious relationship in years but he is so respectful of all the woman who works with him, never ever did a dirty joke while they were there..

-He sounds cool

-Probably..but Jay you know I was hurted too much before an I don’t think I can handle the kind of relationship he wants

-Did he ask you to have sex?

-Hell no!!!!!!! he..asked me out

-Than what makes you think he just want sex?

You stopped and looked at him..he was actually right..maybe he was serious..

But why you? You were not particularly pretty or smart..

-I just know

-No you don’t..he likes you Y/N

-How do you know?

-Cause he always talk of how pretty and cute you are, how hard you work and he always ask me how are you and shit like that..so just date Kiseok please


Jay never lied to you, so maybe he liked you for real..


Once again you were in the studio at 2am hills on the floor and a oversize tshirt on. You were listening to the new track on the couch when the door opened

-Still here?

-Kiseokssi..

You got up as fast as you could and looked at him..he smiled at you and you looked at the ground

-Well I’ll leave you then..

-Don’t

You said without thinking..he looked at you with his big eyes

-I..I am a bit hungry..so..if..i..if you still wanna have dinner with me It would be ok now for me

He laughed and walked near you, cupping your face and kissing your forehead

-Yea..but..we have to go to a convinience store

-It’s ok for me..i like ramyun

-Good then..next time I’ll bring you to somewhere else

-It’s ok for me.. I like convinience store..i feel a bit awkward in serious restaurants

-Really?? Me too! See?? You won’t regret dating me