i did this while i was supposed to be doing summer reading which school starts tomorrow

The Old College Try (Lin/Reader roommate AU)

Summary: You spent the summer before your freshman year of college thinking your roommate was going to be a girl named Lin. When you get to campus, that’s not what you find.

Part One: In which there are rooming assignment mishaps, salsa dancing, and Lunchables.  

You can find Part Two here!

You can find Part Three here!

Note: Write-a-thon Day 1! This can probably stand alone, but I’m tentatively calling it Part 1 out of 3. College!Lin is hard to walk away from, and I have plans for him.

Rating: T

Words: 2803

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Dear Connor Murphy (Connor Murphy x reader imagine)

A/N: Hello! Thank you all for reading and for the amazing support! I was going to start on requests, but this idea jumped into my head and wouldn’t leave me alone. This is darker than my first two so let me know what you think! I will admit that I cried a little writing this, so be warned.

Requested: nope
Words: 1367
Warnings: One or two swear words. Suicide! If this subject is triggering for you please skip this! I’ll have some fluff tomorrow!

Dear Connor Murphy,

I don’t want to be writing this to you. I never wanted to write this, but you’ve given me no choice.
When we met I thought I knew who I was, and then you arrived like a freaking tornado and changed everything. We had all just come back from winter break, and we’d never really talked, but we’d been in the same math class since freshman year. We only started talking because I loved highlighting notes in class and the teacher took away my highlighters. You commented to me how that was bullshit and let me borrow a few of your own. It’s funny how something so simple could change our lives.
We started talking after that, mostly on preferred methods of organizing our school notes. You hated a messy binder, and we loved talking about how we should run a class on how to take perfect notes. Somehow we found stupid jokes about highlighters and binders hilarious, and when it was just us we lived in our own world.
The outside world found our friendship weird. The freak and the girl next door, sounds cliché right? Not for us, and if it was we didn’t give a shit. With you I didn’t have to hide how messed up life could be, and with me, you could just be a boy, not the crazy kid at school. When we had our anti-Valentine’s Day movie marathon and you kissed me the pieces seemed to fall into place.

Nobody was surprised when we started holding hands and I showed up to school in your hoodies. Even though nobody was surprised there were still glares, snide remarks, and mean comments. Ignoring them was hard, but together we managed because we were a team. Our nights were spent entangled in each other’s arms laughing and sharing secrets while splattering kisses upon each other. Saying it was perfect would be a lie, nothing is perfect, but we were damn close. No matter what was happening we were constants for each other. After fights with your parents you climbed into my window, and after fights with mine I would call you and you would rush over to hold me. Our relationships with other people could be falling apart, but at least we still had each other, even when we fought.
You would get mad when you were insecure, and I would get upset when I felt alone. Sometimes you would scream, or sometimes you would go silent. I would hold you no matter the emotion and you did the same for me. While in holding each other calm settled over us and all the big emotions we felt seemed distant. The only thing we could feel was security.

Before we knew it summer had rolled around and we spent each and every day together. We knew senior year would be hard so we treasured every moment together. I would wake up to you and fall asleep with my head on your chest, legs overlapping, and bare bodies together. Our most private moments switched between those where we divulged hidden pain and ones where we held our naked bodies close.
You told me about the pain you felt, how lonely you would get, how sometimes everything seemed useless. I never shied away from talking about it, and you even said it was getting better, that the thoughts weren’t there as often and life had more meaning. You had never lied to me before that.

When you didn’t show up the first day of senior year a part of me knew. I decided to go to your house after school, denying what I knew deep down. I pulled up to your house and saw ambulances and your parents standing on the porch with blank faces. I don’t even remember getting out of the car, but I remember the feeling of shattering inside me. Your mom and I sat on the couch together, for who knows how long while police asked her questions and I held her hand. Your dad just stared out the window, while your sister stared into space while at the dining room table. I’m supposed to stand in front of people and tell stories about you, but all I can do is feel anger.

You left me. Maybe that sounds selfish, but I get to be since you killed yourself. It doesn’t even feel real to acknowledge that. I keep expecting you to show up in my bedroom and tell me this was just one mean prank, and I would yell, but you would hold me and everything would be okay. Instead, I hold your hoodies as I try to fall asleep, but I can’t sleep. I just rethink everything I did, and everything I didn’t do.
Now I’m just always tired because when I close my eyes I see you and everything that could have been and would have been, and that hurts too much. With my eyes closed I catch glimpses of the sideways smile you would give me when we were driving, I catch glimpses of your favorite jeans that have a hole in the cuffs. I catch glimpses of you in my bed. I catch glimpses of what would have been our first apartment, the tux you would’ve worn to prom. I see you and me carrying groceries and fighting over wedding invitations and baby names. But then I see you dying alone, and your eyes lifeless. I see you being announced dead in your room which you won’t ever walk in again, so I get to be angry. I get to be angry because you left me and took our future away with it. We were going to be that annoying couple that everybody looks up to. We were going to move Oregon after school, eventually buy a house, and have kids that would have your eyes and laugh. It all would have been so beautiful.

I’m angry so I don’t have to be sad because if I were sad I wouldn’t ever stop. The sad keeps creeping in though. I want more time with you. I want more time to memorize the way you wrap your arms around me and the way you kissed me. I want more time to remember the exact sound of your heart beating and the way you said my name. I’m trying to hold onto how you smelled and the way you laughed. I wish I could’ve frozen every moment with you so I could have memorized every detail. I want to go back and count the colors in your eyes and the freckles on your back. It all went by so fast, I wish I could have slowed everything down and relived every moment with you and savor every breath you took. I’m so angry and sad and lonely all at once with you gone. Maybe it was naïve to think that I could love you back to happiness, but I tried; I tried so hard. Now you’re gone and I can’t wish you back, no matter how much I try. I can’t give you my heartbeat so you can live, no matter how much I want and I can’t join you no matter how much I want to. All I can do is try to live, but when you left I died with you. So I’m angry Connor, and I’m sad, but I’ll try to stay upright. I promise you that I won’t move on even if that’s what you want. You were my future; you still are my future even if you’re gone. Before I knew you my future seemed average, go to school, find a man who treats me okay and turn into the person I never wanted to be. Now I refuse to be that, to turn into that. I’ll try my hardest to live a life that I want, one where I break the expectations ahead of me, just like you taught me. So even though you won’t walk next to me, you’ll live in me. Every breath I take and step I make will be because of you, and together our future will be as bright as your smile.



I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 4

My brain is going a million thoughts a second as I swipe the screen, “Y/N! I’ve called you three times! What’s wrong? Are you okay?” she bombards. “Relax, I’m fine. Actually I’m not fine, I just ran into Ashton and Calum,” I breathe out and rub my temples. “Oh my goodness. I’m heading over to your apartment now,” she says and I can hear her jiggling keys. “I’ll buy the beer,” I say. “And I’ll get the Ben & Jerry’s” she replies and we both hang up; this is gonna be a long night.

You can find pt. 3 right here –> I Don’t Love You Anymore Pt. 3

“So…what happened again?,” y/b/f/n asks as she swallows two big spoonfuls of ice cream and finishes her third beer. “I’ve already told you twice,“ I say as I roll my eyes; I love her to death but she can be a real pain sometimes. “Yeah but I learn something different after each time you tell me,” she says, but she really means, “I’m not paying attention.” “Please, y/n last time,” she begs and her words are starting to slur as she reaches for another beer. “No. You’re done,” I snap and take the cold bottle from her hand. This is what I mean, she’s a pain. I’m the one who just went through what felt like life’s worse case scenario, I should be getting drunk, not her. “Awww y/n but I’m not even tipsy,” she says. “I thought you were coming over here to help me figure out what to do with Calum and Ashton, not get drunk,” I say looking down as she ignores me and goes on babbling about some nonsense. This has been a crappy day and all I wanted was my best friend to make me feel better by talking about what happened, her saying a funny joke, or consoling by saying, “I’m out of their league” or “They don’t deserve you” hell, suggest we go out, anything besides what she’s doing now. I open my phone to block out her noise and I notice my Twitter has a million notifications, I open the app to see #Calum&Y/NOfficiallyOverParty trending. My heart beats faster as I read the first tweets: (g/n = girl’s name)

“I’m so happy for Calum. He deserved much more than y/n. #Calum&g/n”

“Calum & g/n are so cute together. I ship them.”

“Calum’s new girlfriend is so much prettier than y/n.”

I throw my phone across the room as tears roll down my face. I literally just seen him 3 hours ago and he didn’t bother to tell me he moved on. No, of course Calum wanted to frick with my emotions and make me believe there was still something there when he already had a new girlfriend. “Y/n what’s wrong?” y/b/f/n asks suddenly sobered up. “He has a girlfriend,” I say looking at her. “Oh sweetie,” she says, immediately knowing who I was referring to, as she pulls me into a tight hug. I cry into her shoulder for a few more minutes before she says, “Sweetie, he is not worth your tears, you already wasted so much on him, don’t waste anymore. Save them for when you’re watching Les Miserables or Lion King,” she jokes making me chuckle. I stop crying and wipe my face on the sleeve of my pajama shirt, “I just wish he had told me. I’d rather hear it from him than Twitter,” I add. “Forget him! There are so many other guys out there, which reminds me why I was calling you,” she says wiping some smeared mascara off my face. “Yes, please tell me why you kept calling,” I say while taking a heaping spoon of cold cream into my hot mouth.

“So guess who asked Niall, who asked Luke, who asked me if you were seeing anyone…” she perks up and jumps to sit on her knees, her eyes all big and excited, now that’s the y/b/f/n I know. “You and Luke?” I question as I raise my eyebrow at her, suddenly their relationship taking my interest. “Don’t change the subject,” she warns and I wiggle my eyebrows at her. “We’ll talk about that later. Now come on, y/n, guess!” she squeals as she gently shoves my shoulder. Oh no, another boy I can’t even deal with the two frickers right now, how can I add another to the pot? I stutter, “I-I’m n-not really interested in–

“Come on, y/n. Honestly, you need to move on. It’s obvious that Calum acted that way in the store because he was jealous seeing you and Ashton that close. Remember how adamant he was about you and Ash and how you could never be alone together; it just brought back memories. And yes Ashton is a good candidate but you already dated Calum. Y/n you can’t mess up their bromance. Both I and the fandom will murder you,” she says seriously. She’s right, it’s been six weeks and I should move on, Calum already has and I can’t break up Cashton. “Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to go on one date,” I breathe out, finally giving in after weeks of her begging. “Yay!” she squeals, “So, who asked about me?” I ask curiously, “Shawn,” she sings as she grabs my shoulders in a death grip while giving me the biggest smile. “Mendes? He’s like 2 years younger than me,” I groan as I rub my temples. “So?” she asks. “So? Y/b/f/n he’s a child,” I exclaim, how am I supposed to get over two daddies (lol) with a boy. “Y/n, you’re 21 and he’s 19, what’s wrong with that? Plus he’s fine as hell and I know you like him! I saw you eye-fucking him when he was at the 1D release party,” she says as she reaches for the ice cream again. “I wasn’t eye-fricking him!” I gasp as I snatch the ice cream from her. “Okay, so what was this?” she asks as she looks at me with sexy eyes and starts biting and licking her lips. I burst out laughing at my best friend “eye-fricking” me, “Okay, I did not look like that!” I say. “Oh honey, you were worse. But he was doing it too,” she says taking the ice cream back. “He was?” I ask, not believing the girl. “Totally babe,” she says winking at me. “He is cute,” I admit. “He’s having a party tomorrow night and you’re going,” she says as gets off the couch pulling me with her. “Where are we going?” I ask, “To pick out your outfit. We gotta make you desirable,” she says as she turns around to face me. “Oh I don’t know. A simple outfit will be fine,” I tell her as I turn around to sit back on the couch. “Luke told me that he and the guys were gonna go, meaning Calum and Ashton are bound to make an appearance,” she smirks at me. “We better figure out how I’ll do my hair too,” I say popping off the couch and leading the way to the bedroom as she follows me laughing. “And you better be ready to spill the deets on you and Lukey,” I tell her as she stops laughing making me laugh at her.

A/N: Hello beautifuls, I know this is well overdue but so much has been happening right now. I have been offered new jobs and positions at my school and that’s been taking up all of my time. I’m sorry that this is so late but please still tell me what y’all think. I feel like the more I write the more the plot will change, is that bad? Talk to me! Part 5 is coming soon!!!!!!!!

Part 5 —> /i-dont-love-you-anymore-pt-5

Alone, Until I Get Home (9/?)

Summary: In Boston, Henry Swan’s six-year-old brother Ian finds a book titled “Once Upon a Time” hidden beneath the seat in their mom’s old yellow bug. As soon as Henry touches it, he remembers.

Season 3 Canon Divergence-Emma finds out she’s pregnant a few weeks after she and Henry leave Storybrooke with new memories and new lives. Nearly seven years later, another Dark Curse puts her family in danger, and Emma must return to Storybrooke to help them.

Who’s powerful enough to cast the Dark Curse? And how the hell is she going to tell Hook they have a son together?

A/N:   Last calm-ish chapter before (SPOILER ALERT) we plunge into some ACTION!!! So, tomorrow I start a 6-week long period of summer job-vacation-summer job. I’m going to write as much as I can, but I’m thinking I may only be able to do two more chapter within that time, so I apologize in advance for the slow update period ahead :)

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Gone (Connor)

Summary: You were always there for Connor, until he wasn’t there anymore

Warnings: Suicide mention

A/N: This was sad to write, but enjoy :)


Connor Murphy. The only boy you met in seventh grade and became friends with immediately. It all started when the teacher announced partners and you and Connor got paired. You were new to school, so you didn’t understand why everybody picked on him. He was relatively nice to you, not that he spoke much. And he was smart. But then, you talked to another person in school and they told you that Connor was a freak. You kept talking to him and eventually he began to talk back to you. From then on, the two of were practically inseparable. In junior year, something happened. You started developing feelings for each other. But, it took a long time for either of you to admit it to each other. When you did though, it made everything so much easier.

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If I Lose Myself

Artist: OneRepublic

Relationship: Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: You can feel there’s something wrong, but you don’t know what.

Warnings: CURSE. Heartbreak. 

Word Count: 1,471

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So, you weren’t the best at living. You kind of really sucked at it actually. You never said the right thing. You never knew what you wanted to do. Your future was all but a blur. You finally decided that you were going to start living for people, because making people happy made you happy. It gave you a purpose.

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anonymous asked:

ok um (blush) can you do one where your in class and rapmon starts fingering you secretly and you have to be quiet even when you climax (ahhn im sorry)


It was just another one of those long ass, dreadfully boring days at school again. Time seemed to drag on with every class. It was so frustrating to have to deal with, everything sucked; especially third period math class. Just thinking about entering that stupid class made your head hurt. Numbers were totally not your thing. The only source of willingness to get out of bed and go to school looking good was because of your current boyfriend Namjoon. He was so fine and the girls at your school made it quite apparent that they wanted his dick too. Sure, Namjoon was a flirt and he always seemed cool and confident around girls but there was one thing that was certain to you and you both knew it; at the end of the day Namjoon only ever had eyes for you. It had taken him months to acquire you and him fucking up his only chance with a girl like you would be the worst fucking mistake of his life. Usually girls wouldn’t put up a fight; they were always ready to fuck the underground rap artist, the bad boy “Rap Monster.” Losing you would have been a waste of his precious time when he could have been fucking random sluts from school that he didn’t give a shit about. Namjoon was known for his ominous reputation but you knew he wouldn’t dare to risk losing you after he waited so long to get you. In his eyes you were different, you were one of the few girls he actually wanted to hold on to. He wasn’t about to let you go. You knew yourself very well that Namjoon was an extremely persistent guy.

Your relationship with Namjoon was going smoothly. He was a total gentleman and he was just the most perfect boyfriend to you. Possessive and jealous when other boys tried to hit on you, yet compassionate, understanding and loving in each other’s company. It was every girl’s dream to have their own personal “bad boy” but hey, not everybody can get what they want right? Although things with your boyfriend were blissful it was quite a drawback on you in an academic aspect. Namjoon may look like one of those guys who don’t give a fuck about their grades but in reality he was a straight A student. The kid was fucking smart and he didn’t even try, you never understood why. Namjoon tutoring you wouldn’t work either because things would always seem to escalate and get heated. You hadn’t had sex in a month after all. Studying together was no longer a viable option and you had to pass math. This dilemma led you to only one solution; to cut off communication with Namjoon for a few weeks. Sighing, you texted Namjoon with regretful fingers. “I need to focus on school a little bit more and I love our relationship but it’s seriously distracting. I think it’s best if we don’t talk for a few weeks so that I can at least pass math. Don’t be mad at me and please don’t take this personally. It’s only a short break I promise, I love you. ♥” You hastily locked your phone again and placed it on your bedside table, reaching for your math book. Seconds later you heard distinct buzzing sounds coming from your phone and you knew exactly who it was, they were obviously notifications from your boyfriend. “DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!” You knew it was Rap Monster, your Namjoonie and it made your heart ache knowing that you were purposely ignoring him. Every two minutes a new message would pop up on your phone screen and make it light up. “Ughhh” You groaned, letting yourself fall back onto your soft pillow and equally as plushy bed. Intentionally ignoring your gorgeous boyfriend at school was going to be a fucking difficult task and you already knew it.

 The next day your obnoxious alarm clock woke up and you hit it sloppily with your hand to turn it off. Dragging yourself out of bed, you followed your daily school routine. Freshen up, makeup, clothes, breakfast. It was kind of a repetitive cycle but summer was right around the corner, slacking off from school now would be a bad idea. You really had to earn all of your credits in this last semester; you had absolutely no intentions of taking summer school. Summer was supposed to be a time for total relaxation right? Right. Which was why you had to do what you knew was best for you and that would be to avoid your Namjoonie. It was lunch break and you knew third period math class would start soon but you were worried. Why? Because you had a mission to fulfill and that would become hard since Namjoon sits right in front of you, on your table of four. “Hmmm I guess I should just keep my head down and avoid eye contact, that should work. Simple as that!” You reassured yourself as the bell rang. Little did you know how wrong you were. You hurriedly made your way to class and took a seat at your desk where the spot in front of you was empty. You greeted the two other students who sat on your table politely and you were completely filled with hope that Namjoon wouldn’t be here today. “YES! I can finally concentrate!” You thought to yourself. The second bell rang and to your dismay Namjoon was obviously present. Right on time as usual, damn why was he so slick all the time?  You cursed him internally. Namjoon pulled out his seat in front of your own and sat down without saying a word.

Namjoon didn’t have to speak to get his point across; in fact all he had to do was lock eyes with you. His gaze alone spoke volumes to you and held many questions. Questions that you could only imagine were among the lines of “Why the fuck are you ignoring me?” “Why do you always shut me out when things get tough?” “I’m so fucking angry right now.” You groaned to yourself and tried to avoid eye contact with Namjoon as your teacher began lecturing about the Pythagoras theorem. You tried valiantly to keep your eyes glued to your desk but you just couldn’t resist the urge to look up, and that you did. Big mistake; Rap Monster subtly made the peace sign in front of his mouth and stuck his wet, pink tongue through it.  Your eyes widened and he smirked at your reaction, you could feel your heart starting to flutter. “Fuck.” You thought as you began thinking of grabbing his beautiful face and just shoving it to your pussy, making him lick you, taste you, and eat you out like there was no tomorrow. Your pussy began to throb and you could feel a familiar wetness pooling in your panties. You looked down and immediately closed your legs. You looked up at Rap Monster with a defeated look and gave him the middle finger while he flashed you an idiotically, toothy grin. You rolled your eyes and groaned internally. This class was going to drag on forever.

 Namjoon constantly tapped his fingers on your desk in order to attain your attention, but his efforts were to no avail. After minutes of trying which only resulted in failure, Rap Monster did something that you wouldn’t have ever expected him to do in public, but even worse; in your classroom where you could easily be caught. Namjoon wrapped his legs around the legs of your chair and pulled you as close as he could into your desk. You suddenly felt one of his long fingers brush your panties under your skirt. You gasped and tried to smack his hand away, but when you felt his fingers return and run up and down your wet cunt you were hopeless. You only prayed that your teacher wouldn’t notice. You could now feel the wet spot on your panties get bigger as Namjoon’s long, slender fingers picked up their pace. Your pussy was beginning to throb again and it was as if Rap Monster could read your mind because at that moment he shoved the tip of his finger, still covered with your panties into your wet hole. He made slight movements, pushing his clothed finger in and out of you and your mouth parted while he gently finger fucked you. You began riding his motions ever so slightly, you needed so much more. You felt Namjoon moving your panties to the side and now you were truly concerned. “What if I moan out loud? I’ll either look like a fucking idiot or a horny slut!” You thought to yourself. You looked and Namjoon pleadingly and shook your head side to side. All Namjoon did was ignore you and proceed to shove a finger inside of you. You automatically clenched your teeth in a desperate attempt to remain silent.

Namjoon intentionally began ramming his finger in and out of you more aggressively and you could now hear the sounds of your wetness. You began clearing your throat to muffle the sounds that you were terrified people would hear. Namjoon added a second finger inside of your pussy and you bit down on your lip to stop a moan from escaping. Every time Namjoon’s fingers plunged into you, you felt the urge to scream. Namjoon’s expertly began using his thumb to massage your clit as he was fingering you and you tightened your fists until your knuckles turned white. You could now feel your juices start to run down your legs and you just couldn’t take it anymore. “FFFFFFFFF-” You said out loud and your teacher paused to look at you, while pointing a finger in your direction. You turned white as a ghost, thinking that at that moment, you’d been caught. “FFFFFFFFF is right, ______ah. It’s the only grade you’ll all be receiving if you don’t study for your finals.”  Your teacher then turned away from you and began preaching to the class again, which is when Namjoon took advantage of the situation and shoved his fingers even deeper into your cunt. You felt your orgasm building and felt that you only had one chance to save yourself a lot of embarrassment. You stuck your hand up in the air. “Yes ___ah?” your teacher questioned you. “May I plea-” Namjoon slipped in a third finger. “Please what sweetie?” You gathered up as much vocabulary as you could remember and managed to stutter on. “S..Sir…m..may I please go to the washroom?” You asked innocently. “Yes dear, but make it fast.” Feeling relieved you pushed your chair out, causing Namjoon’s fingers to leave your cunt with a sloppy, wet pop. Your eyes widened but luckily it seemed that nobody else heard the sound. You shuffled out of the room carefully keeping your legs as close together as possible, not wanting and of your pussy juice to drip onto the floor. When you were safely out of the classroom you quickly scanned the room and caught Namjoon’s eyes. He simply held up his fingers which were slick with your juices and he sucked on all three of them, one at a time.

 That was it for you; you ran towards the girls’ bathroom, found an empty stall and slammed it shut. The bathroom was vacant since classes were currently in session, so you figured you had time to relieve yourself. You immediately pulled down your panties, closed the lid of the toilet, and sat on top of it. You propped your legs up on either side of the stall and licked your fingers, getting them wet (not that you needed to.) You shoved your fingers into your pussy and whimpered, you began fingering yourself vigorously. “Namjoon…” You whimpered out loud every time your fingers entered your own cunt. You wouldn’t even need lubricant if you wanted to fuck right now, since your pussy was already dripping wet. You used your free hand to play with your sensitive clit and you could feel your core heat up and with a few more strokes of your clit, you came. Your juices flowed freely out of your pussy and you were so relieved that you had a little bit more privacy this time. You wiped yourself with tissue paper and then stood up, fixing your underwear and skirt. You flushed any evidence of your orgasm away, down the toilet and then unlocked the stall door where you proceeded to wash your hands. You felt so much better now. Being deprived of an orgasm after a month of not getting any dick from Namjoon was just not an option at this moment in time.

“That stupid little fuck has the nerve to try to seduce me and make me cum in class?  I’ll fucking show him.” You mumbled to yourself as you walked out of the washroom. As you rounded the corner someone grabbed a hold of your wrists. You looked up only to find Rap Monster with a deadly gaze in his eyes, staring you right in the face. “You fucking dick, we could have gotten into so much trouble, how did you even get out of cla-” Your sentence was cut off when Rap Monster dragged his hot, wet tongue across the length of your lips. You felt a jolt run through your whole body and you stood there frozen as you tried to savor his taste. “I was asked to take the attendance to the office and I decided to visit you on the way back to class.” Namjoon told you, sending you a cocky wink.  Seconds later, you were being dragged to an unknown location by your boyfriend. “Hey, what the hell? Where are you even taking me?!” You asked him, desperate for an answer but you received absolutely no reply. You followed Namjoon’s lead, without a choice to do otherwise and you began approaching a door on which the label read “Supply Room.” “No fucking way.” You whispered to yourself. Namjoon turned around and smirked at you. He expected you to let him fuck you in the supply closet?

Namjoon closed the door and found a broomstick nearby which he jammed into the handle of the door, ensuring that nobody else would be able to enter. Rap Monster turned around and walked towards you slowly, as if he was a predator who was about to corner his helpless prey. You didn’t like to admit it, but you found his dominance hot. At this point you decided to play along. It’s not like another orgasm would feel bad anyways, it would only feel better since your pussy and swollen clit were already sensitive from you pleasuring yourself earlier. You grabbed onto the collar of Namjoons shirt for support as you slipped your completely soaked panties off. Once they were discarded on the floor you looked at your boyfriend in his entirety. He was just so fucking hot. “So, what are you going to do to me?” You questioned him, while biting your lip. Namjoon undid his pants and pulled his boxers off. “Well first, I’m going to fuck your pretty little pussy hard for giving me this major hard on in class.” “Mmm, what are you waiting for?” You coaxed him with your finger. Namjoon lifted you up and you spread your legs wide for him. As he was pulling you into his body he impaled you onto his cock. “Ahhhh” he groaned in pleasure. “Fuuuuck meeee!” You whined desperately into his ear. Rap Monster complied; he pressed your back against the door and didn’t bother to hold back. Namjoon began slamming into you hard. With every thrust into your pussy you could hear the sound of his cock being engulfed by your wetness. It sounded sticky, but it was nothing short of a turn on for you.

Your nails dug into his back as he fucked your cunt, making sure to keep you pinned firmly against the door. You couldn’t even close your legs if you wanted to because Namjoon wanted you to know that he was in control this time. “Are… you… ever… going…to… ignore… me… again?” Namjoon asked you, emphasising each word with a sharp thrust. “NO! NEVER!” You yelped, tossing your head back. Namjoon sucked on your exposed neck and made sure to mark you. It was bitter sweet pain; the way he was pounding your pussy turned you on so bad and the hickies only intensified the satisfaction. Suddenly you heard knocking and a faint voice on the other side of the supply room door. It was probably one of those computer nerds. “Excuse me; I need something from the supply closet!” The voice rang. “Fuck off.” Rap Monster growled and began fucking you harder against the door. You heard the dude scurry off down the hallway, but he was the least of your concerns. “Do you like my cock inside of you?” You nodded. “Do you like watching it slide in and out of you?” Namjoon asked you, grabbing you forcefully by the hair, forcing you to look between your legs and watch him fuck you.  At this point you were so wet that Namjoon’s cock slipped out of you a few times, but every time it fell out of your cunt he would just enter you once again.

Suddenly Namjoon pulled his still hard dick out of you and forced you to your knees. “Suck, get it even more wet for me baby.” You complied and sucked Namjoon’s cock and you could taste yourself immediately. “Hmmm baby, I fucking love it when you cream on my cock.” Namjoon said, dirty talking you. This only motivated you to suck him harder and faster. Just when you felt Rap Monster was going to cum he pulled his cock out of your mouth, stopping you. “Stand up and bend over.” Namjoon told you gruffly. Once again, you obeyed. You felt Namjoon approach behind you, he bent down and placed a kiss on your womanhood, making your body twitch in response. He then dragged his tongue along the length of your tingling clit down to your folds and sucked on your pussy for a moment. You rode Namjoon’s face before he pulled away and resumed his position behind you. Namjoon slapped your ass hard, the sound echoed around the room. “This is for ignoring oppa, good thing you got my dick wet before I did this to you.” You suddenly felt Namjoon spread your ass and you could feel the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance. “W…WAIT!” Before you could say anything else, Namjoon pushed his dick into your asshole. “AHHHHHHHHHHH” you yelled in a slight amount of pain. Your boyfriend took no mercy on you, as he fucked you rough from behind. “Ohhh baby, your ass is so fucking tight.” It didn’t hurt because this wasn’t your first time trying anal with Namjoon, but it had been a while. You forgot how fucking good it felt too.  When you adjusted to the sensation you were once again in bliss. Namjoon took one of his hands off of your hips and began rubbing your clit as he fucked you. “Namjoon I’m cumming!” You said with a yell. “Ahhh baby I think I’m gonna bust in your ass!” With one last thrust from Namjoon you both came in unison. “Well, that was a good way to kill off some class time.” Namjoon broke the silence, pulling out of you and fumbling for his pants. “How can this idiot be so smart?” You asked yourself out loud nonchalantly, wanting him to hear what you had said. Your boyfriend threw your panties to you and you caught them. He then pulled you into his arms and flashed his infamous smirk down at you before kissing you sloppily. “You’re just jealous.”

- Admin Lush 

anonymous asked:

What did Nick and Charlie say to each other on the second night at the psychiatric hospital? Asking because i am trash for Nick giving Charlie his jumper because he was lonely at night

oh nooooo i’m gonna have to write a sad thing now

damn it you guys i can’t do things by halves i’m sorry this is long ;_;

strong trigger warnings for self-harm, suicide attempt mention, psychiatric hospital, depression, OCD, anorexia


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Fic Rec Friday

Today’s fic rec is a roundup of all the fics that I had on my to-read list that I finally got to. Listed by increasing word count.

All You Ever Needed to Know About Knotting by KuriKuri  | 4.7K | E | Derek/Stiles

Derek had started reading the column by accident. Really, reading strangers’ questions about knotting and heat had never really appealed to him. However, at that point in time, he was a little desperate.

And he was right: most of the questions submitted by anonymous readers didn’t appeal to him. The answers, though, did.

(Or: In which Stiles writes an advice column about knotting and Derek is smitten. Also they’re neighbors.)

Polyamory for Dummies by KuriKuri  | 6K | E | Derek/Scott/Stiles

“What?” Stiles replies, blinking at Erica. She indicates his make-up and shirt. “I – no, that’s – Scott’s Derek’s boyfriend. I’m just moral support. Or something.” He flails in Scott’s general direction, but unfortunately Scott’s too focused on the game to save him.

“I’m not going to judge,” Erica says, smirking slightly. “The only reason Isaac isn’t here too is because he has an exam tomorrow morning.”

“Isaac?” Stiles asks, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“My other boyfriend,” Erica answers easily.

i’m on tonight (my nips don’t lie) by elegantwings  | 7K | E | Derek/Stiles

The thing is, Stiles has always had sensitive nipples. When a friend in college suggests nipple piercings, he totally goes for it. Somehow this is what pushes him and Derek together, despite what happened between them the summer before he went away to school. The thing no one talks about, the thing that matters really a lot despite how much they pretend it doesn’t.

Or, the fic that was supposed to be a pwp about Stiles getting nipple piercings and accidentally grew an angsty plot.

the lovers [murderers] in 9B by ofherlionheart  | 8K | T | Derek/Stiles

There is a new resident in apartment 9B, and he and his boyfriend are either serial killers … or just really loud in bed.

Derek Hale moves into a new apartment building, and his new neighbors try to figure out what to make of him and his frequent visitor, Stiles Stilinski.

Give Me Shelter by WonderWolf  | 8.2K | T | Derek/Stiles

“I don’t make a good impression, I know,” Derek grumbles. “It’s fine. I get it.”

“Noooo,” Stiles groans in frustration, “but it isn’t fair because you’re not that guy, you’re not an asshole and you give cats punny names so they have a better chance at being adopted.”

“Who told you I named the cats?” Derek asks, his brows scrunching together in confusion.

“Scott,” Stiles smirks. “My favorite so far was Purrsephone.”

(Or the one in which Derek and Stiles both volunteer at an animal shelter, Derek works with cats and gives them punny names, Stiles works with the dogs, and misunderstandings ensue).

For My Flesh Had Turned to Fur, and My Thoughts Had Turned to You by literaryoblivion  | 9K | T | Derek/Stiles

They’ve known about the other pack for quite some time now. They know the pack is young and small, formed together more by accident and necessity than anything else. But, they haven’t done anything about them because they’ve been fairly quiet, kept to themselves, and haven’t caused any trouble.

That is until the Hales start hearing rumors about the McCall pack acquiring a very young and inexperienced but powerful witch.

So Alpha Hale sends her eldest son, Derek, for all intents and purposes, to spy on the McCall pack and their so-called witch, to see what the truth of the situation is.

The Way to My Heart (French Insults) by KuriKuri  | 10.4K | T | Derek/Stiles

Letting out a long sigh, Derek turns away and braces himself for the next hellish filming segment. After all, apparently he’s going to have to smile while greeting twenty-five contestants. Shit, what if they try to hug him? Or, god forbid, kiss –

He doesn’t get any further with that thought, because a limo pulls into the driveway. He braces himself for the worst. The worst, who… actually doesn’t look that horrifying.

“I’ve been dying to meet you!” she exclaims as she catches sight of him.

Then, she flings herself at him and ensnares him in a bone-crushing hug.

Scratch that – she’s completely horrifying. And Derek’s pretty sure he can hear errand boy what’s-his-face laughing in the distance.

(Or: In which Derek gets roped into being the ‘eligible bachelor’ on a dating show and instead falls for one of the show’s interns.)

Putting the F-U-N in Funeral by apocryphal  | 10.8K | T | Derek/Stiles

“Hale & Daughters Funeral Home,” Derek says dully.

“Oh ho! And which daughter are you?

Derek casts his eyes up to the ceiling. It’s going to be one of those calls.

(In which Derek is a bored secretary, Stiles is a baker who may or may not have ulterior motives, and there are entirely too many macaroons.)

reason to stay by bleep0bleep  | 12.5K | T | Derek/Stiles

Life is cruel. Derek Hale is only going to be here in Beacon Hills for a week. Sundays Fun Days is a lie. It was not fun, getting a bit of hope and having it torn away.

How much wooing can Stiles do in a week, anyway?

It’s the last week of October, and a small town baker has run into his first crush again. Fate might have other ideas. Stiles tries for romance with a little help from what Beacon Hills does best— Halloween.

Rare Books and Special Collections by KuriKuri  | 15K | E | Derek/Stiles

Derek Hale hates libraries.

Unfortunately, not all books can be ordered on Amazon.

(Or: in which Derek is a grumpy omega writer, and Stiles is an annoyingly attractive alpha special collections librarian.)

Mail Order Stiles by Green  | 17.4K | E | Derek/Stiles

Stiles laughs. “The day I become a mail-order bride is the day I eat my hat.”

“You don’t even wear a hat.“

“I’ll buy a hat for the occasion,” Stiles says. “A white one with a veil.”

(Stiles doesn’t eat a hat, but that’s just because he’s too busy with his new husband, his five children, his new husband’s ex, and a deadly feud with the neighboring ranch)

Quit Dragon Me Around by WonderWolf  | 17.9K | Works: 3 | T, E, M | Derek/Stiles

Stiles makes the mistake of taking Derek’s sword and now the grumpy werewolf seems determined to stop him from stealing and landing himself in jail.

Stiles is not pleased. He’s also starving.

(Or the one in which Derek has good intentions, but little understanding of how Dragon biology works. He just wants the cute mole-speckled kid to be safe).

Dance For Me by words_reign_here  | 18K | M | Derek/Stiles

Laura and Derek Hale own an architecture firm and they are looking for a new construction crew. Stiles and Scott are the newbies in town, but it’s either them or Deucalion. Everyone gets off on the wrong foot but don’t worry, things have a way of working themselves out.

Instructions for Dancing by calrissian18, cybersuzy  | 19.2K | T | Scott + Stiles, Derek/Stiles

If Scott was asked to start from the beginning, his mind would place him right at the center of Beacon Hills, looking up at the black and white Hale house, clamped down on his mom’s hand and trying not to feel fear.

If Stiles was asked to start from the beginning, he would talk about a boy named Scott who walked into his kindergarten classroom, stuck to him like a barnacle and became the most important thing Stiles would ever do with his life.

Cutback by WonderWolf  | 19.3K | T | Derek/Stiles

“You’re the only person that can help us and we need a place to crash. Can we stay at yours? Just for the week? I promise we’ll be quiet and—”

The feeling of dread quickly turns to panic and Derek forces out through a tense jaw, “Who’s ‘we’, Scott?”

Scott’s face morphs into a look of sadness and pity before he responds with a defeated, “Me and Stiles.” He tenses, as if to brace for the rejection Derek is sure to give him, because there’s no way that Derek would agree to house his ex-boyfriend for a week, even as a favor to his brother. Not after everything that happened, after the devastating heartbreak he still hasn’t fully recovered from.

He takes a deep breath and sighs, “Okay,” despite every intelligent part of his brain yelling at him that it isn’t a good idea.
- - - - - -
Scott and Stiles are pro surfers in need of a place to stay for their upcoming competition. Out of all the things Derek expected this summer, being asked to house his brother and ex-boyfriend for one week wasn’t on the list.

All It Takes Is a Spark by impalagirl, wilddragonflying  | 22k | M | Derek/Stiles

AKA That one where Derek is a hippie and more like Tyler Hoechlin than the sourwolf we all know and love, and Stiles is a badass emissary.

Voices in the Dark by atsuyuri_sama  | 23.7K | M | Derek/Stiles

Stiles would do anything to protect his Pack. He would even lie, though it means slowly falling apart at the seams.

this dance of days by imprintofadream (imprint_of_a_doe)  | 27.9K | M | Derek/Stiles

He feels like the world stuttered to a halt and started rotating the other direction within the past few days, like the fire burned brighter only to push him into his proper place. Three days ago, he had no idea werewolves existed, had no idea Derek could be anyone other than Hale, and now he knows how it feels to be pressed up against him, knows how awkward Erica’s sideburns are, knows with absolute certainty that being taken off fire relief duty won’t tear him away from this group.

But fires have always been dangerous and unpredictable.

Bicycle Flavored Ice Cream by words_reign_here  | 29K | T | Derek/Stiles

Derek finally has everything where it should be. His pack is good, strong, back from college and they are a cohesive team. Other than the occasional witch, hunters and blip in the road, this is what it should have always been like. A pack in the Hale house, watching out for Beacon Hills.

The Girl They Thought She Was by words_reign_here  | 31K | Works: 2 | T | Allison-centric

Another three sentence fic that I fell in love with:
Maybe supernatural teen wolf where Allison is a Winchester and she meets Scott, or Isaac. The pack. Sterek.

You Only Live Once…or Twice by WonderWolf  | 32.9K | E | Derek/Stiles

“Anything,” Derek’s eyes are determined, boring into Stiles’.

Stiles huffs a laugh, “Careful there, big guy. Don’t want to be promising anything to every necromancer you meet. Some might ask for your soul or someth—”

“I’ll give you my soul to bring her back,” Derek says, his voice steady and strong with resolve, “if that’s what you want.”

Stiles’ mouth gapes open for a moment before his brain kicks into gear and he stutters out, “N-no, I don’t ask for that. I only ask for money.”

(Or the one in which Stiles is a necromancer who needs help stopping a rogue alpha and Derek is the solution, but at what cost?)

This Started As Only Make Believe by thepsychicclam  | 44.1K | E | Derek/Stiles

Derek is trying (and failing) to juggle his career, coach lacrosse, and raise his 5 year old werewolf daughter. When he adds his bitter ex-wife and his daughter’s slight attachment to him, Derek knows he doesn’t have any time for a life of his own - and definitely no time for the super cute daycare teacher.

Coming Home by herlovewasajoke  | 44.7K | Works: 2 | M, E | Derek/Stiles

An AU in which Derek works for the sheriff’s department, Stiles is a single father, and Laura lives to drive her brother up the wall.

Everything that is Holding You Back by herlovewasajoke  | 49.1K | Works: 2 | T, E | Derek/Stiles

“I’m here because my son needs to come home, Mr. Hale,” the sheriff said, brushing aside any need for pleasantries.

Derek would be grateful for that if he had any idea what the hell was going on.

lost in your sleeve (1/?)

“For a kid with so damn much family these days, he’s still somehow been dealt a shitty hand.” No magic AU where Henry’s just a sad, angry with with a fucked up family tree.

Captain Cobra. (Eventual) Captain Swan.

Notes: The first official chapter! Sorry it took a while. Moving is a pain. But here’s chapter 1, and the next chapter is partly written and it’s all basically sketched out in my head so hopefully the next update won’t take quite so long. Recommended listening is still: Eugene by Sufjan Stevens.

(Shout out to swallowedsong, again, for always responding ‘sure!’ when I ask if she wants to look over something for me, and for generally being encouraging and enthusiastic.) 


Wanna catch up? prologue

chapter 1.



            Regina used to walk him to school everyday. She’d hold his hand as they went, her grip tightening when people would pass by, fake smiles on their faces as they greeted her, an equally forced smile on her own. She was a very powerful woman, his adoptive mother. Important. The kind of important that never forgets itself—that demands that no one else forget it, either. The kind that doesn’t make many friends. She’d hold onto his hand as they walked and as he got older he wondered if she did it for his sake or her own. Who really needed that anchor?

            Maybe it was both of them.

            Emma walked him to school, too, but she kept her distance a bit, only reaching for him to cross the street.

            “I guess you’re probably too old for this, huh?” she’d said once as they walked, her hand soft and unsure around his.

            “I don’t mind,” he’d said, squeezing her hand and smiling.

            She’d smiled back, ruffled his hair before he ran off and into the building, and when he glanced back as he reached the door she was still there, still smiling, still watching him.

            Truthfully, he didn’t need either of them to walk him to school.  He just—

            He just liked it when they did.

            His first Monday at Barrie he walks alone to the dining hall. Sits alone for breakfast, and makes his way by himself to his first class.

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Kiss Me A Little Harder: One

So I am really excited about this story and I decided to post the first part. The reason why I think this will be a good one is because a lot of parts I am basing off different scenarios that happened to me or my friends when I was abroad, so I hope that will give it sort of a realistic feel to it. Enjoy and let me know what you think! 


‘Just because you’re clean doesn’t mean you don’t miss it' 

January 9th 2014

“Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner cozying up at skii trip" 

I sighed and turned my head to find Katie watching E! News videos on her computer. It was 4:30pm and I was tired and I just really didn’t want to listen to another story about ‘Harry Styles’.

“Can you turn that down please?” I asked politely looking over at Katie.
“Do you not like that he is dating Kendall? Cause I don’t either he could do so much better.”

"No, I really don’t care who he dates or what he does." 

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