i dont really like it as much as i did ten minutes ago

shit that happened at hamilton according to angie

act one

• everyone clapped for SO LONG when anthony enters like damn
• brandon SLAYED as burr tonight
• anthony had SO MUCH ENERGY like SHIT SON this boy was TURNT
• i didn’t know just how uninterested burr is during my shot he liTERALLY READS A BOOK IN THE CORNER BAHAHAHAHAHAH
• thayne has a booty???
• my shot choreography is LIT AF
• there’s a cool transition between my shot and story of tonight and i really appreciate it
• okay WOW i understand why everyone ships lams so much now
• john and alex totally fucked that night and no one can convince me otherwise like even later during farmer refuted john be walkin funny boi got laaaaaaid
• wERK
• at first when peggy enters she looks excited then she realize where she is and imMEDIATELY LOOKS SO DONE BAHAHAHAHAHAH
• eliza is literally just dragging peggy behind her the whole time wtf
• eVeRyOnE??? is here during this song i did NOT expect that
• LITERALLY poor sam tho he came out to have a good time and got so attacked rn
• the rest of the hamilsquad has to distract burr so he can’t stop alex and i LOVE THAT DETAIL
• the choreography for you’ll be back is not what i expected AT ALL and it’s EVEN BETTER
• rip ensemble member
• hErE cOmEs ThE gEnErAl
• the liGHTING HERE DAMN (reprise)
• “close the door on ur way out” OHHHHHHHH
• alternatively: “close the door on ur way out” “we’re in a tent sir”
• that end choreography looks hard damn
• the lanterns are cool
• flower girl hercules mulligan is my spirit animal
• what if #2830404827: what if hamilton was a harem anime
• hAH
• salty unrequited romance song (feat. sisterly bonds and shit)
• the “you are the worst burr” line is even funnier live bAHAHAHAHAHAH
• why do i feel like theodosia isn’t real like that story is pretty fishy to me i mean a pretty girl?? married to a British officer?? who we never see ever?? *puts on skepticals*
• wAIT FOR IT (that cheeseburger i ordered an hour ago, where the fuck is it??)
• wait for it is such a small number live AS IT SHOULD BE IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE
• everyone hates that guy vol. 1
• counting to ten with increasing energy and homoeroticism ™
• the sexual tension between john and charles in this is fucking INSANE
• of course john shoots him he’s fucking amazing
• daddy issues vol.1
• sOn
• dOnT cAlL mE sOn
• eliza sings about support and that’s about it
• agsgdhshagsfadagshdgLAFAYETTE
• jk I can rap the whole thing
• bish u thot
• wait at least think about the letter you sending first tho
• i think you misspelled “right” dude
• daddy issues resolved song
• history has its eyeeeeeees ooooon-wait we have to fight a war fuck
• lets go win ourselves a war bitches
• monsieur hamilton MONSIEUR L A F A Y E T T E
• heh
• everyone claps at the end of the dance sequence AS THEY SHOULD
• that’s a big ass flag u sure that’s a handkerchief lafayette?
• dId YoU mIsS mE vol.1
• when he says “im so blue” he stamps his foot and the spotlight he’s in changes from red to blue bAHAHAHAHAH
• “bye felicia” - king george III
• dear theodoge what 2 say 2 u
• uH OH
• J O H N
• having to watch the rest of the hamilsquad reading the letter in the back does NOT MAKE ME FEEL ANY BETTER
• [through tears from last song] a-a…after the war i went back to n-new york
• this whole songs choreography is just WOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWWOOW



act two

• oh damn the slaves are here
• S A L L Y H E M I N G S I S H E R E
• thomas we are engaged.

• what
• seth is having WAYYYYYYY too much fun
• gonna just prance around here
• cabinet audience is unamused
• i love that tjeffs is totally chill until alex insults mads and he immediately just is like NO ONE INSULTS MY BOYFRIEND
• exCUSE ME?!?????
• “that’s an order from your comman-i mean president”
• oh please angelica your comma flirting is nothing compared to the shit alex and john exchanged
• my love interests are either upstate or dead therefore i shall have an affair and immediately regret it
• i like the lampposts they look nice
• alex still looks shook from his affair at the beginning of room where it happens lmao
• burr does some shit vol.1
• “daddys gonna find out any minute” [velociraptor screeching in background] “…..im sure he already knows”
• ….france
• salt squad unite
• daddy issues vol.2
• im sorry but fucking what
• shut up and have a drink
• dId YoU mIsS mE vol.2
• they all enter one by one and you can just see alex get more and more stressed out with each one that comes in
• [is lowkey salty about congratulations not existing]
• the song sounds so serious on the album but the choreography makes it SO FUNNY HAHAHAHAHAHAH
• oh no • OH NO • O H N O
• [DIES]
wait there’s an election fuck
• O H N O

anonymous asked:

Sorry i dont know if you're taking requests or whatever, but i havent seen any virgin phan smut where both of them are virgins, and i have a kind of plot thing but not really, Phil sneaking to dans house in the middle of the night and knocking on dans window. Then they go up on the roof and have sweet, cute sex under the stars I dont know why i need this so badly but i do

i love this

starry lights & touch-me-nights 

“Psst! Dan!”

Dan sat up quickly, his eyes shooting open. 


He turned toward the window in the dark, focusing on the soft navy light emitting from the glass. His eyes slowly focused on the outline, the outline of a boy. The boy knocked three times, and Dan visibly jumped. 

He stood up quickly, stumbling on his own feet to get to the window, throwing it open.

Phil’s eyes twinkled, and he flashed him a crooked grin that made Dan’s heart melt. “Hi.” 

“What the hell are you doing?” Dan laughed, shaking his head; astonished. His boyfriend was known to do some crazy things, but sneaking into his bedroom in the middle of the night? That was a new one. 

Phil shrugged. 

“I missed you.”

Dan rolled his eyes. “I saw you less than twenty four hours ago.” 

Phil shrugged again, biting his lip. “Can I come in?” 

Dan sighed, nodding and grabbing his hand, tugging him through the window. Phil stumbled, leaning on Dan for balance. He still had that dumb-ass grin on his face; he looked so happy it was contagious. Dan giggled, sitting down on his bed and pulling Phil down next to him. 

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Arie’s Author’s Corner Week 1/?

I’m going to try to get back to Fic Recs. I do love reading fanfiction and I reblog as often as I can. 

I will LARGELY recommend Jensen and Dean Fics/Series/One Shots/Drabbles/Blurbs However there will be the occasional Jared and Sam. 

With that being said, here are a list of fics that I have recently fallen in love with. 

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V + Saeran not added because this seemed to get too repetitive *finger guns away*

  • He thinks its amazing that you’re known for your creativity and skill– Sighs and wishes he could be known like that with acting; But instead its all about his looks and voice in that area. But you, You’re known for ripping out hearts, stepping on them, and killing off fan favorites at a minutes notice. And he loves you for it, you sadistic little angel you.
  • Regardless he doesn’t really understand how hard writing actually is since.. he’s never really written before? One of those people that think you just throw a few words down and bam you’re done like no baby. no. we all wish it could be like that.
  • So he’s really surprised to see the process of it all; The writers block, the procrastinating, the editing and re-reading, the doubting yourself, then the random spurts of creativity where all you do is sit and write for hours. And he’s really never seen something more frustrating. It looks like such a tedious thing, he definitely takes back what he said about it being easy.
  • “ And she took the blade into her palms… No– That doesn’t sound right.. ” He watched with wide eyes as you wrote and rewrote sentences over and over again, he thought everything sounded fine? But you didn’t seem to like it. He knew you were tired, he’s told you multiple times to take a break but you refused. Insisting you had to get at least one chapter done tonight if anything.
  • He just sighs at your stubbornness with a knowing smile, offering you some tea or hot cocoa which you graciously accept. He’ll even try and help you with writing by sitting on the couch beside you and letting you read what you’ve written to him. Rereading it helps you catch mistakes and odd phrases or sentences, which is helpful. But he always says “ It sounds fine? Why are you deleting it? ” Z e n.
    • I feel like Jumin someday would love to write a memoir of some sorts, so when he finds out you’re an author he thinks thats perfect– You could help him with it if you’re feeling up to it.
    • But seeing how stressed and busy you usually are makes him not want to bring up the idea. He cant believe writing could be this tedious. He gives you a little room in his house as an office for you to work in and you’re in it constantly. When he comes home from work thats the first place he checks, surrounded with stress relieving candles and a cup of whatever you’re liking at the moment. He begs you to come to bed with him, but seeing as you wont budge he’ll pull up a chair and stay with you.
    • “ You’re adding too many big words. Your targeted audience wont understand a lot of that. ” Oh, he’s right. Actually its nice to have Jumin reading over your shoulder. Stressful as hell but he catches mistakes quickly and gives his honesty on certain phrases and sentences; since he’s read practically billions of books in his 27 years.
    • Eventually you get the chapter done after nearly a week and sheepishly show it to him. He reads it with a concentrated expression, not willing to give away any hint of emotion.
    • When he’s all done you ask him what he thinks about it. “ Its lovely, you capture the scenery beautifully and the emotions of your characters. I enjoyed it; as will others, my love. ” He praises you for your hard work by giving you a kiss on the top of the head and rubbing your (very sore) back softly. He’s proud of you. and youre pretty damn proud of yourself too? this man better give you a back rub for hours tonight because sitting at a desk for so long nearly killed you holy shit
    • Oh boy does he wish he had your patience and skill. never would admit this but he really lowkey wants you to write LOLOL fanfiction of his characters for him
    • He cant believe how much you work though. It seems like you’re on your laptop for decades on end and he hates it! Usually spends an hour or two on LOLOL before getting bored and checking up on you.
    • Aaaand youre still at your laptop looking like you’re ready to kill a man. Lovely.
    • “ MCCC…. ” He’s so whiney when you overwork yourself. He wants attention badly but you tell him youre busy. even though we all know you’ve been staring at that empty screen contemplating the meaning of life for hours now. dont lie.
    • Snuggles into your side and asks you about what your writing and such. He sees obviously not much progress being done on the screen, but he’s pretty sure you know that already..
    • Eventually he’ll encourage you to write for five minutes, take a quick break to stroke his hair and pay attention to the movie he put on ages ago, then return back to your five minutes of writing. It wasn’t much, but he didn’t want to complain.
    • Shes thought about becoming an author in the past; but never ended up taking it up. shes written zen fan-fiction before though so she knows a little somethin’ somethin’ about writing.
    • She finds herself cleaning your office a lot. Theres so many coffee cups in here MC. Did you sleep last night?
    • My character slept does that count?
    • No.
    • She eventually gives up on trying to place a schedule with you since you’re always tucked away inside that gross little office you could practically call home. So investing in a laptop for you was a much needed decision; make or break sort of thing. You can write and be within ten feet of her at the same time cant you?
    • Learns to adapt to your odd and unhealthy writing schedule as long as she can still snuggle with you while you’re at it. And you’re sweet enough to turn down the brightness of the screen when its late at night too so it doesn’t hurt her eyes, so sweet.
    • She loves to read your past books while you work and ends up curiously asking for some slight spoilers, which you don’t exactly tell her since.. Well you don’t really know yourself. She finds this funny though that you wrote the book but you don’t even know how it ends. But yet gets a bit excited thinking of all the power she has by being your girlfriend… 10/10 WILL crush you with her thighs if you kill off her favorite character.
    • He’s always asking you to write the weirdest shit for him just because you know how? seven I will not write a Yooseven / LOLOL crossover au. and dont break the forth wall youre scaring me.
    • Probably out of everyone he knows how hard it is on you to sit at a desk and stare at a screen when you need to get something done. Hacking and writing are different even if he insists otherwise, writing a small haiku into the programming of your computer to prove his point. *finger guns* why are you like this
    • He hates how you leave for so long to write but he gets its your job. He just wishes it wasn’t. So he gets insanely whiny about it, knocking on your office door and coming in asking “Are you all done now?” almost every five minutes. Luciel. Sh. Focus time.
    • You end up locking him out of the room but he doesnt take that very well and turns to passing notes under the crack of the door;
      “ Are you done now.. .. .. …… . . ”
      With his signature mini seven doodle attached or sometimes a poorly drawn elizabeth the 3rd in the corner. He was distracting you and he knew it, but he never stops until you’re chasing him halfway across the house with a broom to get him to shoo.
    • Eventually he might give up, but thats rare. You have no choice but to let him in and allow him to spin around on a wheely chair while you give him spoilers for upcoming chapters. He always gives you, quite dramatic, feedback; like gasping loudly whenever you say something “ intense ” is going to happen to your characters. Or trying to convince you to kill every single character in a fit of rage and passion. No Saeyoung. No. N'aw.. He thought it would be a great idea.
i don't wanna fight too hard, too long, too much anymore

a day during the malec breakup from magnus’s point of view

thanks to @softshumjr for helping me out with this

You have a new voicemail, click here to listen.

Hey Magnus… um it’s me, Alec. I know you don’t want to hear from me but… well, I don’t really know why I’m even calling. I guess I just hoped… but it’s stupid. I just wanted to hear your voice again… I miss you Magnus… I’m sorry, I won’t call again.

Press 1 to delete. Press 2 to replay. Press 3 to call back.

He pressed 2.

Hey Magnus… um it’s me, Alec. I know you don’t want to hear from me but… well, I don’t really know why I’m even calling. I guess I just hoped… but it’s stupid. I just wanted to hear your voice again… I miss you Magnus… I’m sorry, I won’t call again.

Press 1 to delete. Press 2 to replay. Press 3 to call back.

Message deleted.

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mistahjimagines  asked:

Could I get a smut with Steve where he gets jealous? Rough and dirty talk if you dont mind? Thank you, love!!

sure thing! keep in mind that this is my first attempt at smut, and i am a complete virgin (i’ve never even kissed anyone, but i’ve read my fair share of smut, so i know what everything is), so this might not be the best, but i think it’s pretty good for my first try :)

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anonymous asked:

Hello, loving this blog! Can I ask for Peter using cheesy pick up lines like comparing the sight of tony to the starry night sky, stuff like that and tony is just so smitten with him.. thank you and I wish this blog the best of luck!

Hiya! Thank you so much for the luck! I’m sure we need it! :) Also what a cute prompt! Hopefully you like it! (i ignore the civil war and a few things in this!)


“Tony? We have a situation.”

Tony looks up from his armor at that. Jarvis had opened the door for Steve and the captain didn’t waste a second.

“A situation?” Tony asks then, because this sentence never means anything good.

Why is his life constantly like that?

“Yes. There are a few intruder.” Steve answers calmly and Tony nods.

“The good or the bad kind?” Tony asks again and then saves his work on the armor without another word. Jarvis closes his blueprints and Tony rubs his dirty hands on his pants.

“Is there even a good kind?” Steve says when they leave the workshop together and Tony grins.

“That depends. Are they hot?” Tony asks and he can see the blush on Steves cheeks and even the tips of his ears are a bit red.

Steve knows him for over 5 years now and he knows that Tony likes to flirt. But he still blushes as bad as the first time.

“See for yourself.” is the only response Tony gets at that. He chuckles.

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Another Lifetime

WARNINGS: Strong language

The orange glow from the candle flicked rapidly in the dark room, just as it had done all day. The wax had nearly burned down to nothing as the day dragged on forever. Though your room smelled of berries and honey, you couldn’t smell a thing. Your pillowcase was soaked in tears, your nose was stuffed, and your head pounded with every thought that invaded your mind.

Soft sobs escaped your lips as you clung to his pillow, tears streaming down your face. “Maybe in another lifetime.” His words replayed in your head like a broken record. You could have even sworn you heard them out loud, too. But maybe that was just your mind playing tricks on you.

It was nearing three in the morning when your phone rang, interrupting the saddening silence in your room. The bright screensaver illuminated the dark room, allowing your brilliant yellow walls to be seen for the first time in hours. You had painted them yellow because yellow had once made you happy. Yellow was your favorite color on him; yellow was everything that had made you happy.

You squealed as his hand collided with your left butt cheek, leaving an enormous yellow handprint on your white overalls. His loud laughter echoed throughout the empty room. “Grayson Bailey! If this paint doesn’t come out, so help me god!” You spun around, playfully slapping his large arms. He continued to laugh, his face becoming quite serious when you wiped paint onto his chin and cheeks.

“Y/n!” His eyes widened, jaw dropping slightly. You giggled, racing towards the bedroom door. Just as you reached for the knob, his arms were around your waist, lifting you off of the ground. “Oh no you don’t,” He’d said. “You’re not getting away that easily.” He carried you easily into the living room of your apartment, gently laying you on the black leather couch you’d just bought.

You blew a stray piece of hair out of your face, huffing out a deep breath. “You’d better pray my couch doesn’t have any paint on i-“ His lips crashed into yours, immediately shutting you up. He pushed you down onto the couch; the two of you now lying.

He propped himself up on his elbows, staring down into your eyes. “I love you so much, Y/n.” You smiled up at him, playing with the ends of his hair between your fingers. He leaned down once more, connecting your lips again.

“I love you more, Gray.”

And you had. If he loved you as much as you’d loved him, he would still be with you. You wouldn’t be crying for the thirteenth hour in a row. You’d still be happy.

You glanced at the name flashing on your screen, answering the call. Shakily bringing the phone to your ear, you whispered, “Hello?” It was barely audible, but you knew he’d heard it. He sighed, not really sure what to say.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” More tears fell from your eyes as he apologized for his twin brother, who didn’t have the courage to do so himself. “I hate that he did this to you.” You heard the familiar click of his front door shutting, and you wondered if he was just getting home or leaving. “I’m on my way.”

You sat up for the first time since you woke alone in your bed, struggling to wipe the never-ending tears away. “Ethan, please no. It’s late, too dangerous to be driving.” You choked out between sobs.

“I’m already in my car. I’ll be there in ten. I love you, Y/n.” He hung up seconds later. You laid back down, tossing your phone somewhere amidst your mass of blankets. Pulling the covers up to your chin, you closed your eyes. You’d finally run out of tears.

Soft knocks woke you from your half-sleeping state. Your eyes darted toward your open bedroom door, his silhouette resembling his brothers so much. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him. He stepped closer, turning on a nearby lamp. You sighed as you saw him clearly. “Thank you for coming, E.” He smiled at you sympathetically. Placing a bag of candies and movies down on your desk, he kicked his shoes off and crawled into your bed.

“How come you didn’t call me, Y/n? Grayson didn’t get home until an hour ago.” He pulled you closer to him as you rested your head on his shoulder. He ran his fingers through your matted hair. “I’m so pissed at him, Midge. I can’t believe he did this to you! And a note! That’s all he left!” You chuckled dryly at his nickname for you. He’d called you ‘Midge’ since the day you met years before. They were about six inches taller than you, and he’d thought it was hilarious that you were shorter.

“A fucking note, Ethan! That’s how he broke up with me!” You pulled the neatly folded paper from under your pillow, your name sloppily drawn on the top. Ethan took the paper, opening it with a carefulness you’d never seen before.

The hot sun shone through the open blinds, waking you eight hours after you’d arrived home from your night shift at the diner. Grayson had still been asleep at seven when you laid down and dozed off into a peaceful sleep. You smiled brightly, sitting up in your queen sized bed. You looked to your clock on the bedside table 3:17pm. You yawned, noticing a perfectly folded piece of paper resting upon Graysons pillow. Carefully picking it up, you opened it, reading the messy handwriting.


I know this is very unexpected, but I have to do this.

I love you, Y/n, I really do. Just not enough. Not as much as you deserve to be loved. You’re going to think that’s a cop-out, hell it might be, but it’s the truth. I don’t have the courage to stand in front of you and tell you these things, and I hate myself for it. I hate that I’m not man enough to break up with you in person.  I don’t love you as much as I did six months ago, or even three weeks ago. I thought I would be in love with you for the rest of my life, but feelings change; people fall out of love all the time. This isn’t because of you, Y/n. I’m not breaking up with you because you did anything wrong. I cannot stress that enough. This is because of me. You’re amazing and I will always love you. Just not the way I should. I hope your heart heals fast, Y/n. I hope you don’t hate me too much.

Grayson x

You wiped the salty tears from your cheeks as you dialed his number. He’d answered on the first ring. “What the fuck, Grayson? This is a joke, right? You’re just fucking with me.” He was quiet for a moment, the silence answering your questions.

“Maybe in another lifetime. Goodbye, Y/n.” He ended the call just as quick as he’d answered it, leaving you speechless, hot tears trickling down your face.

Ethan held you close, “He was drinking. He came home crying.” You looked up at Ethan, tears welling in your eyes. You sucked in a deep breath, blinking the tears away.

“I’m always going to love him, Ethan. If he ever comes back, I’m going to let him. He’s my person.” He sighed, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“I know you will, Midge.” He whispered, placing a soft kiss onto the top of your head. “Try to get some sleep.” You nodded, lying your head back down on your pillow. He was asleep within minutes, his soft snores filling the otherwise quiet room.

You fell asleep moments later with Grayson on your mind, drifting into sweet dreams of him. You would never get over him; he was your soulmate.


Wow this is probably really crappy, but i dont know. It’s super late. I just had the idea and started writing. I hope you somewhat like it:/

anonymous asked:

I read what you wrote and I loved it Could you write about Jahar Tsarnaev? He's your boyfriend and you know what he did and you're going to look for him before he gets caught by the police. Something sad please I really do not know how to request, my English is not very good Thank you very much!

Saying goodbye to Jahar

I don’t know that much about Jahar’s case but I did some research and tried my best :)


You called and waited for an answer but there was none. You climbed deeper into the boat trailer, screaming once more. It belonged to your father’s friend who lived near you and he had called you, saying that he saw someone climb in there late at night. ‘You have ten minutes because you are a nice girl (Y/N), then I’ll call the police.’

You had no doubt that it was Jahar whom your father’s friend had seen. How could this have happened? Five hours ago you had still been a normal teenage girl, living your almost perfect life with a loving boyfriend and now exactly that boyfriend did kill people? It felt like a nightmare and you prayed that it was one.


You whispered and suddenly felt a strong grip on your upper arm while someone pulled you back into the darkness.

“What are you doing here?”

You turned around and looked at him, it was him. He looked exhausted and weak. He had dark circles under his bloodlined eyes and his hair was dishevelled.

“You shouldn’t be here (Y/N). Why are you here?”

He snarled more than he said anything but you could hear the concern in his voice. He was afraid and therefore relieved to see you.

“How can you say something like that? Why wouldn’t I be here?”

You asked, your voice shaking.

“You are my boyfriend. Jahar, you mean more to me than life itself!”

You hugged him immediately, not caring if he was a murderer because right now he was still your boyfriend and you had worried so much about him in the last hours that you couldn’t even care. You loved him. Jahar hugged you back but also groaned in pain as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You felt some sort of wetness against your naked arm and broke away quickly to look at him. He wanted to stop you from pulling his pullover to the side but you softly grasped his hand to stop him from holding you back and revealed a gaping wound on his neck and shoulder.

“Oh my god Jahar! What is tha- Why are you bleeding? How can-“

Your voice cracked the whole time while your hands reached out to touch him gently. He let you touch the wound and you tried desperately to tear the pieces of fabric away, smearing blood all over you fingers.

“It’s just a little wound.”

Jahar whispered and hissed when you tried to peel the cloth away from the wound.

“I’m so sorry but it’s stuck and I can’t get it off! Jahar I can’t get it off, what do I do, what do I do?”

You almost screeched in panic until he took your hands and tore them away from his wound.

“It’s okay babe.”

He said and laughed while a few tears ran down his cheek. You calmed down a bit and swallowed hard. There was this one question burning into your brain.

“Why did you do-”

“Don’t ask.”

It was hard not to but you didn’t. You knew that this would be the last minutes you would be able to spend together in peace until your world would completely fall apart. You would never be given the chance to grow old with him. You would not buy that house in the woods that you two dreamed of and there wouldn’t be children running around. This would be the last time you saw, smelled, touched and heard him. After this short moment here you would be left alone here in this world.

“Let me look at you one more time.”

He said and cupped your cheek while his eyes wandered over your entire face. Jahar looked at your lips, remembering how soft they were. He gently, almost hesitantly touched your fragile neck, marveling at your pure and smooth skin. His hands tangled in your hair, running his fingers through the locks.

“You are truly the best thing that has ever happened to me (Y/N).”

You felt the tears well up inside of you as he smiled at you and before you could say anything you heard screaming outside and a loud bang. The last thing you saw was Jahar’s face convulsed in anger and fear. To you it all happened in slow motion. You barely felt when someone pulled you away from his grasp and watched as police rugby-tackled Jahar. Flash lights brightened you and there was so much screaming.

You heard Jahar scream something but your brain was not able to process the words.


And it was only then that you felt the cuffs tightening around your wrists while you too were thrown to the floor.

anonymous asked:

Ok ok ok imagine Andrew & Neil going on one of their night drives but then the car stops in the middle of bloody nowhere & their phones aren't working anymore & they aren't sure where they are but Neil, the idiot that he is (+)

(+) decides to cut through fields & forests to get to the village & they end up even more lost than before

In Which Andrew Regrets Falling Asleep While Neil Drove

  • Andrew and Neil were not getting sleep tonight.
  • There were a few factors playing into this. The first was that their air conditioner was broken in the middle of summer.
  • The cause of breakage? Neil and Kevin had been practicing Exy outside when Neil got distracted mid throw and scored….right into the air conditioning unit.
  • When Neil asked Andrew if they should go get some fans in the meantime, Andrew just stared at Neil silently for a moment before saying, “You deserve to suffer for this,” and walking away.

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“I will never let anyone hurt you. Do you hear me? I will always protect you. I promise.”

Pairing: Dean x Sister!Reader, Sam x Sister!Reader
Warning: Attempted Rape

Another hunt well done. You, Sam, and Dean just finished taking out a nest of vampires. Something easy, yet thrilling. Another hunt to take your minds off the real problems your family is facing at the moment.

Dean swerved into the parking lot of a strip club. Sam turned his shoulder to look at his older brother, “Uh, dude.”

Dean looks back with a smirk, “What? Hey, you know what? We did a damn great job on that hunt. Came out with barely any scratches. Now to me, that deserves a night out in the town.”

“Sorry if watching other girls shake their ass is not my cup of tea,” You roll your eyes.

“You won’t be disappointed,” Dean winks, hopping out of the car like a bunny rabbit.

The club is dark, dusted with smoke from men’s’ cigars and cigarettes. Loud music playing provocative music blared through the speakers, bouncing off the walls. Half naked women walk around the place in high heels and panties, serving their customers like a normal restaurant.  Men goggle at the women as they strut by their tables.

Dean pulls me to a small round table for four. A woman wearing a very small bikini top for her large breasts asks us for our drinks. Dean’s smile is so big. I would smile at his happiness if I didn’t have a large set of boobs staring back at me.

Sam is trying not to enjoy himself as much. Whether it is for my benefit or not, he is failing. He shifts in his seat every other minute and bites down on his grin.

“Cheers, brothers,” I raise my glass of vodka soda.

On the stage in front of us a woman performs her pole dancing routine. And I have to give to her, she is so talented. And strong. To be able to hold your body weight like that seems impossible.

Dean stuffs a couple of bills into her top, keeping his cool. Sam claps his hands, licking his lips.

The woman points her finger to me. I point to myself too, me? Was she really trying to talk to me? She nods her head and motions for me to get on stage with her. I shake my head. I feel my face turning tomato red.

Playfully, Dean is pushing me to go up there. I’m fully clothed, uncoordinated…he was going to use this opportunity to make fun of me.

I take the lady’s hand and follow her on stage. Beyonce’s song, “partition” plays and I playfull sway to the music. Men holler. For me? Doubtful. But I have fun with it. You do only live once…well maybe multiple times if your last name is Winchester. But from what I’ve learned growing up, you should always live in the moment.

The song ends and I take my seat, hiding my face as my brothers chuckle in their seats.

The end of the night comes a lot sooner than I expected. As Dean, Sam, and I are walking to the Impala around 3 AM, we hear a man call out Dean’s name. On instinct, all three of us turn around. Protectively, yet curiously.

The man is about Dean’s age. Tall, muscular with wavy brunette hair. He wears a usual hunters outfit: jeans and T and a leather jacket. He’s cute. But if he was just in the club then he saw me dancing and that’s humiliating.

“Chris!” Dean’s demeanor softens. His smile widens and he goes in for a bro hug. Sam and I stand back, confused. “How have you been?”

“Not bad. Fancy seeing you at a place like this. Just like old times, right?” Chris smacks Dean’s chest lightly and turns towards Sam and I. “Hey guys.”

“Oh,” Dean coughs, motion towards his younger siblings. “This is Sam and YN. This is Chris. We met senior year in high school, found out we were both hunting the same thing. He helped me out on a salt n’ burn.”

“Hey,” Sam says. I wave.

“YN, last time I saw you, you hadnt even hit puberty yet….now look at you,” Chris looks me up and down. I shrink and become suddenly aware of how uncomfortable his gaze is. I give him a polite grin back. But he doesnt stop looking.

“What are you doing here?” Sam interrupts his personal moment, stepping out a little in a protective manor.

“On my way to the Carolinas…just thought I woudld take a small detour if you know what I’m saying,” he smirks playfully.

“Well, it’s getting late now, but hey, maybe tomorrow we can meet up for a beer or something. We can stay in town for another day.” Dean says.

“Yeah that sounds great,” Chris says. “I’ll see you then.” Chris turns around to walk back into the strip club. He looks over his shoulder one last time and I feel his stare on me.

The next afternoon Dean tells us of all the fun and daring things him and Chris used to do when they were kids like sneaking into bars, college parties, all the girls they got, etc. The whole time he speaks he has a smile on his face.

“You guys were really close then, huh?” Sam laughs taking another bite of his sandwich. “How come you haven’t seen him for so long?”

“I dont know… he had his own family troubles and we had ours. We kind of just dealt with our own shit separately. You guys coming tonight?”

Sam looks at me, waiting for me to answer first. “Um, I dont think so,” I shrug. Its nothing I have against Chris, but he gave me weird uncomfortable vibes. I would feel a lot better just doing my own thing tonight.

“Oh come on, dont be a downer, YN. It will be fun. Sammy, you can come too.”

I give Sam a look and finally agree. Its been a while that I have seen Dean this happy and I didnt want to ruin his night.

We meet at a bar that met in the middle of our two motels. Chris is already there, sitting on a stool. His beer bottle is halfway done. He makes eye contact with me first. His smile grows.  

“YN, you look lovely.” He wraps me in a hug. I’m surprised at first and dont hug back. He stays there for a couple of seconds too long.

“Thanks,” I look down as we step away from each other. I wave my finger to the bartender to start whipping them up.

“So tell me what you’ve been doing,” Dean says to Chris. “Are you still in the business?”

Chris nods his head. “Yeah, I’m on my own. My father passed away a couple of years ago. Heart attack. Can you believe it? Never thought he would be going down with something so…normal, you know?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry to hear that. We lost our father too. Its tough, but thats why we got beer.”

“So, YN, you have a boyfriend?” Chris asks. Straight to the point.

“No,” I say. “Can’t get too close to anyone with this life.”

“You can always take risks.”

“Not with other people’s lives,” I narrow my eyes.

“Feisty…I like it.” He winks.

“You got a girl around you arms?” Dean asks.

“I dont like being strung down. You out of all people should know the feeling.”

“YN, wanna play pool?” Sam asks finding a way to squeeze me out of there. We are able to slide of conversation.

“Thanks,” I whisper.

“Don’t worry about. I don’t like him either. I remember him too. He was always talking about girls and drugs….not a dude to be friends with. I didnt like the way he was looking at you either.”

Two rounds pool, Sam beat me both times. “I need a break,” I smile.

“Dont be such a sore loser,” Sam teases.

“Oh, we’ll see who the loser is when I get back,” I point. “I’m going out to get some fresh air.”

I walk outside into the cool November air. I can see my breath as I exhale. I take a couple steps away from the door.

A couple of minutes later, I hear the door open and close again. I dont look over my shoulder to see who came out. And I dont have to cause whoever did, grabbed me by the shoulders and shoved me up against the wall.

I push away from the man holding me up against the wall. I come face to face with Chris. He is smiling. “You dont know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He forces his lips onto mine. I try pushing away from him, but he is ten times stronger than me. He grabs my twisting wrists and holds them over my head. His leg parts mine.”Your moves last night were so hot,” he says referring to the strip club. I try kicking him away. He steps on my foot, crushing bone with his hard boots on my flip flops.

I cry out for help. But no one hears me and those who do are drunk.

His free hand slides up my shirt and under my bra. His grimy hands squeeze my breast. Tears fill my eyes as I continue to be violated. Chris is moaning, enjoying every minute of this. His hand slides down my stomach to my jean zippers, undoing the button. Then he undoes his. His hand trims my panties. I bite down on his tongue. He pulls away in shock. He slaps me across the face. Hard.


Chris is ripped off of me. Im pulled into a tight embrace. I fight it at first. But I look up and see Sam. He looks down on me with so much concern. I squeeze his arms, wanting to be safe, wanting the sense of safety.

Chris stumbles, pulling his pants back up. I hear his zipper. I shutter, digging my fingers into Sam’s biceps. Sam whispers in my ear.

Dean stands there. Dumbfounded. He and Chris stare each other down. After a couple of moments Dean finally says, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Dean, its–”

“Are you actually fucking kidding me?! My little sister? My fucking sister? You were going to try and fuck my sister?” Dean takes a step closer with every move. “And without her consent? You think you can actually force yourself on my sister.”

“You know how it is, Dean. We got to get whatever we can on the road. Your sister was testing me all night. Her at the strip club last night! She was begging me to get in her pants. If you should be blaming anyone, blame your whore of a sister!”

That was when Dean threw the first punch. “I’m going to kill you, you son of a bitch. You hear me?” Dean hits him again. “I should have known. I should have known you never changed. All you want is some ass. And you’ll ruin anyone’s life to get it.”

“Dean,” Sam says softly. Dean turns around. Sam motions to me shaking in his arms. Dean looks back at Chris and drops him to the ground.

“I never want to see you again. Do you hear me?” Dean turns around, throws the keys to Sam. “You drive, all take care of her.”

Sam transfers me into Dean’s arms. He carries me to the car bridal style. In the back seat of the familiar I cry wanting nothing more than to take a shower.

“I am so sorry,” Dean holds me close, stroking my hair. “I am so sorry. If I didnt make you come tonight-”

“It’s not your fault,” I hiccup.

“I will never let anyone hurt you. Do you hear me? I will always protect you. I promise.”

•Jealous•Marc Bartra

“What is your problem!” y/n hissed, glaring at her boyfriend of little over a year. “Dont have one.“Marc retorted as he crossed his arms defiantly causing Y/n to narrow her eyes. 

The young couple was currently staring each other down in the kitchen of the apartment they shared. Y/n stood in front of the island, looking as if she was one wrong word away from violent reaction, while Marc stood across from her–leaning against the fridge looking like he couldn’t care less. It baffled her that he was really standing there like he did nothing wrong. 

She couldn’t remember a time  Marc had made her  feel  this angry or embarrassed. He wasn’t perfect by any means and their relationship had been through its fair share of bumps but he  never acting like this.  He’s never been as much of an asshole as he was no more then ten minutes ago. 

After coming home from a long day training, instead of greeting y/n like she was his girlfriend—he decided to make a scene. Why?because he  had found her on the living room floor doing what she exactly what she had told him she’s be doing–studying  for her upcoming midterms with a friend. 

But of course that didnt matter to Marc; it didnt matter the two friends were surrounded by books, notes and study guides. It didnt matter that they had both been deeply concentrated on their work, not even speaking when he arrived. Nope, all Marc saw was that this friend happened to be male and all common sense flew out the window.  

He was rude off that bat to Andrew not even bothering to introduce himself. 

“Who the fuck is this and why is he here?” Were the words he chose to go with. He hadnt even said hello and that infuriated Y/n… and it only worse from there. Now he had the nerve to act like he didnt do anything? Fuck that. 

“You dont have a problem, Marc?"she raised her eyebrow at him.

"Nope."he answered, his demeanor remaining aloof. She chuckled; he was unbelievable.

"Right, and I suppose you were  rude as fuck out of the goodness of your heart.” Y/n said sarcastically. 

“Sure."He shot back, as much as he was trying to appear like he was still unbothered his eyes gave him away. They were cold and hard as the ice they resembled. A unwanted shiver crawled up her spine–they just looked so intimidating but she’d be damned if she let it be known she was anything but infuriated.

"Seriously Marc?That was a friend of mine and you embarrassed the fuck out of me!"she exasperated. 

"Friend? Yeah, okay.” He chuckled shaking his head. Y/n narrowed her eyes as her hands twitching at her sides—he was really about to get slapped, 

“ Whats that supposed to mean?"she gritted.

"Exactly what it sounds like."Marc shrugged,” If  that’s your ‘friend’ how is it  that this is the first time I’m meeting him? As a matter of fact you’ve ever even mentioned an ‘Andrew’.“

Y/n wouldve laughed in his face if he wasnt pissing her the fuck off. Was he being for real right now? She couldn’t possibly be friends with someone because she hadnt mentioned them?

"Oh shit. I forgot I was supposed to run all my friends  by you! My fault, Dad."she sneered sarcastically.

"If they were really your friends you wouldn’t  have a problem telling me about them ."Marc countered. Y/n’s head jerked back as if he had slapped her.  Though He had only been trying to state the obvious—you introduce your friends to your significant other right?—  all Y/n heard was an underlying accusation.

She narrowed her eyes,” Run that  by  again because it sounds like accusing me of something,Marc.”

He looked at her in utter confusion; accusing her?he had no idea what she was talking about. 

"I’m not—”

“—because if you  are  accusing me of some shit be a man about it come out and say it."She cut him off. 

"I’m not accusing you of anything!”

“Then what the hell are you doing, Marc because you’re fucking up.”

“I just  don’t appreciate some guy I’ve  never seen before, chilling in my  house!”

“He wasnt "chilling” we were studying,“Y/n leaned back against the island,” but your house huh.“

Marc groaned, already knowing by her tone she was about to make something  he literally meant nothing by into a thing,

"will you stop trying to put words in my mouth?thats not what  i meant by that and you know it!”

“Im not putting shit in your mouth, you said it. Your house. Got it,” she nodded as if it was all making sense,“And since  its yours it only makes  sense I run everyone I come in contact with by you. My bad.”

“Y/n.."he sighed. 

"No dont Y/n me. Clearly you’re  the  king of this castle and what the king says is law. I’ll bring  every friend i know  over to meet you. Do i need to set an  appointment?"she taunted, knowing that her words were making him uncomfortable.

  Marc always made it point that she  knew she was his equal. Though if anyone had above anyone in the relationship, in his eyes it would be her. 

He saw Y/n as a queen and treated her as such. Ruling over her was never something he wanted or intended to come off as he wanted. At least that’s what she had thought, apparently Marc had the finals say in anything. Therefore making him king. 

"Oh silly me, of course I have to make an appointment! "Y/n slapped her head in an exaggerated motion,"When does training end tomorrow so can set up the first one?”

“Y/n will you shut up a second ??” He snapped, annoyed. 

“Yes King Marc."Y/n recited like a  loyal subject in her Kings castle. 

He glared at her,”stop.”

"Why King Marc?"she continued to taunt. He groaned before  pushing  off the counter he had still been leaning on. Once he was close enough he taking a hold of her hands and pulling her to him before wrapping his arms around her waist.

"you’re not taking me seriously."he said as if she was supposed to. 

Of course she wasn’t; what was to take seriously? He was rude as hell and  acted like an utter asshole  to Andrew  before all but kicking him out of the apartment… All because y/n hadnt introduced  them prior. How was she supposed to take him seriously?

"Because you’re acting like an idiot—” she started. “How would you feel?"Marc cut in. 

"What?"she furrowed her eyebrows, confused. What did he mean how would she feel? Feel about what?

"How would you feel if you came home and I just hanging out with some girl you’ve  never seen before?"he pressed. 

 Y/n gave him a look,”Andrew wasnt ‘some guy’. he is in my anthropology 102 class. we. were. studying.”she said slowly as if it would help Marc finally realize how dumb he was being. 

"He’s not some guy to you. You see how that works?” Marc pressed completely ignoring her insulting tone,“I walk into the apartment I share with my girl to find some guy with her. And before you jump to conclusions again, no I’m not accusing you of anything. I trust you.”

He trusted her…so what was this even about? What was he trying to prove?

“Im gonna ask you again,” she stated, “whats your  problem?”

 ”I dont trust him.”he stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“You dont know him."Y/n rolled her eyes and to her surprise Marc agreed. 

"Exactly! I dont know him and yet here he is sitting on my living room floor.”

“Okay? You’re acting all jealous for no reason—"she started only to laugh as her words dawned on her.  She was treating Marc like he was the slow one but in reality she was. how did she not see it for what it was? Marc wasnt just being an asshole for the sake of being an asshole… this idiot was jealous.

"Oh my God you’re jealous!"she leaned away just enough to look up at him. 

"What?"he made a face at her words,” No, I’m not, I just—" 

“You saw me with a guy you never met and  got jealous."she finished  with a teasing smile, the blush that tinted his cheeks only confirmed her revelation. 

"You know you have no reason to be."she said matter factly,” Andrew’s not my type.“

"Why not?"Marc asked curiously. Ha, so much  for not being  jealous. "Not that Im jealous..just curious."he quickly added. 

Yeah right. She didn’t believe him for a second but decided to humor him. 

"Well for one, he’s a slob."Y/n revealed, holding back an eye roll when Marc visibly relaxed as she began her explanation, his jealous ass was loving this,"Did you see the mess in the living room?Most of that was him. You already know what a struggle it is for me to keep organized, imagination that times two.  That would be such an unhealthy living situation. Two he’s a nervous chatterbox.”

Marc made a face,”what do you mea—”

“When he’s anxious he wont shut up about the most irrelevant things. Its cute as a friend but i’d probably choke him if he was my boyfriend."she said truthfully making Marc laugh only because he knew she was dead serious. 

"And finally the most important reason of all—I dont find him attractive. Not even a little.oh and there’s that little technicality that I love you, jackass."Y/n chided as she slapped his chest.

"Oh right,"he said stupidly and she rolled her eyes,"sometimes I wonder about you, Marc Bartra.”

“But you love me."he grinned.

"Yeahhh,"she let out a fake sigh,"I suppose I do.”

She squealed and giggled when he bent down and playfully bit at her bottom lip before kissing it. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he continued to plant lingering kisses on her lips. 

Contrary to what Marc might of thought he was not off the hook. Y/n was still slightly annoyed with the way he handled Andrew. Just because she knew why acted the way he did, didn’t make it right. She was gonna let it go for now, but made  a mental note to make him apologize. Later though… because right now she was  more than content in kissing her man. 



gissiie329  asked:

Do or would TBS Ciel and Sebastian ever do fun stuff like play video games or go to carnivals and stuff? Cause like, sometimes I imagine them having like a little party at the shop and playing Just dance or something, lol. They're fun people, so yeah

dont you know about sebastian’s secret life back when he was in high school? you mean you never read that prompt from like ten months ago? WELL HERE IT IS


The clean white of a fresh cigarette tucked behind the silk string of an eye patch, a single finger tapping the stick to make sure it sat safely behind his ear. Ciel grabbed two drinks, one large and one small, his warm hands relieved to wrap around freezing-cold cups.

“Thanks, baby.” A suave wink made the girl behind the counter blush, and a deep grunt of disapproval also drifted into the atmosphere from behind.

“Here, take your grass-dirt smoothie.” A black oversized tank-top with the faded image of a no smoking symbol was lightly ruffled by a quick palm after the aforementioned drink was hastily gifted. The male’s skinny legs were clothed in black as well, and his long boots cinched tight right at the knees, looking rude and crude and ready to get serious with his shake. 

Ciel flicked some spilled chocolate drops from his threads and continued to drink the sugary concoction, a fine smile curving even finer lips as he paused right in front of his man to give that straw the meanest suck imaginable.

Sebastian watched him as they left the coffee stand, eyeing the way Ciel’s pale arms and chest revealed themselves, the shirt so baggy that it even displayed the imprint of those smooth, succulent ribs.

“I should have ordered an extra-large. I’ll be done with this shake in like two minutes. How’s your gay fruit forest-floor smoothie thing?”

The couple walked together inside of the winding paths of the city’s largest mall, the air conditioned palace of purchase a safe-haven during such excruciating heat.

“Not gay enough.” Sebastian, dressed for the weather as well, wore an old faded band t-shirt so thin it had tiny little holes all over, the black hue now a dark grey as he had owned it for over a decade. His dark jeans were lazy on his hips, and his handsome face was all on display as he had pushed his hair back to fend from the heat.

“I can stick my dick in it if you’d like.” Ciel looped their arms together and nuzzled into Sebastian’s shoulder, softly laughing as he downed the dessert.

“Then it’d be too sweet.”

“Tch, shut up you flirt. So…where do you want to go?”

“To our bedroom back home. There’s too many people in this shithole.”

Ciel made a face and rolled his eye, sucking hard on his straw before he spoke.

“You always say that. We have to go out and do new things, meet new people.”

“I already met you I don’t need to meet anyone else.”

“So anti-social. And grumpy. And tall. You also smell good.” Ciel slid his hand down the skin of the man’s forearm and let his fingers glide into his palm. “I love you so much.”

“If you really loved me you wouldn’t make me come here. Everyone is staring.”

The two held hands as they walked side-by-side, and Ciel smiled at all the pretty girls who couldn’t keep their wandering eyes off of Sebastian’s fine self. He knew that was the single reason the man hated going anywhere - the attraction from other’s could never be swayed nor ignored nor prevented whatsoever.

“You’re so popular, baby. All these women just dying to get in your pants - I wish I were loved like that.”

Sebastian lifted the corner of his lip to snarl and took another sip of his drink before speaking.

“Please. Don’t act like you don’t have girls AND guys falling for you everywhere we go. They only stare at me because they want to sleep with me, it makes me sick.”

“Tch, of course they do - you’re fucking gorgeous, I don’t blame them. I want to sleep with you too.”

“You sleep with me every night.”

“I know, I’m lucky. People think I’m dating a model you know I mean look at you. On the other hand people think you’re dating some freak drug addict probably.”

“No. No one’s said drug addict. Drug dealer yes, but not addict. Your sweet ass is too filled-out to belong to some emaciated addict.”

“ExCUSE you! Rude! And what the fuck who said that I looked like a dealer?! That’s not the first time I’ve heard that shit - I wonder what it is about me.”

“You just look like trouble.”

Ciel smiled and hummed, loving that conclusion. “Mm, but you like that about me - don’t you?”

“I love it.”


Ciel swung their laced hands and laughed as he finished the rest of his enormous drink, burping after the last creamy bit was swallowed. His arm was tugged as he leaned his head back to belch a second time, and in the next second his boyfriend planted a quick kiss right on his cheek.

“You’re too gassy.”

Ciel shaped his mouth into an O and blew the burp into Sebastian’s face, the older male softly elbowing him in the ribs in response.

“Would you rather it come out my butt?”

Sebastian laughed and looked ahead at the crowds of people walking in the opposite direction, Ciel chucking his empty drink into a trash bin.

“That day you locked the car windows and farted for thirty seconds straight is a day I’ll never forget.”

“HAHAGH!” Ciel jumped up and down, his boots squeaking against the freshly polished floor of the shopping center. “You were all like ‘I’M SO SERIOUS RIGHT NOW I CAN’T BREATHE, CIEL. OPEN THE WINDOW CIEL. WHAT DID YOU EAT CIEL’ and your stupid arms were flailing and you looked like you were about to cry! Oh my god that was the best moment of my entire life!”

Sebastian shook his head as he recalled the traumatic memory, and they lifted their held hands when a little girl came racing towards their attachment. The child zoomed between the two and Sebastian smiled and walked closer to Ciel so their barrier couldn’t be breached a second time.

“Yeah you must have really loved it since you did it to me three more times after that.”

“Tch,” Ciel immediately ceased all laughter and frowned. “How dare you build an immunity to them. I felt so defeated. You did it with my burps too - nothing gets to you anymore. You’re officially Ciel-proof.”

“That’s because I won - like I always do.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” Sebastian released their hands and grabbed Ciel’s waist instead, pushing their hips close together as they walked. “Just, you know…I’m better than you at certain things.”

Ciel’s face fell flat and he slid his blue eye towards his man as if he spoke the most offensive statement in the universe. Sebastian purposely smiled like a jerk and the younger wrapped his arm around his boyfriend’s waist.

“Oh is that right? You think you’re better than me?” The hardest pinch was given to Sebastian’s side, and Ciel gasped in shock when no reaction was given.

“What the fuck I just pinched your flab and you didn’t even flinch!”

“I don’t have flab, you have flab.” Sebastian grabbed a handful of Ciel-hip and squeezed the flesh, loving how soft it felt. “And yes - I’m better than you. The only thing you can beat me at is an eating contest. And math. Maybe reading and writing…”

Ciel growled and removed his hand from the most unflabby waist in the world, his bare arms pissily crossing as Sebastian continued to hold him close.

“Are you challenging me?”


“So soon?” Ciel smirked as they passed another trash bin, and just as his boyfriend threw away his drink they locked eyes and stopped right in the middle of the walkway.

“The sooner the better. The faster I beat your ass the faster I can eat it.”

Crowds of people flowed between them yet they stayed right in place, Ciel’s hands reaching up to clench onto the collar of Sebastian’s worn shirt. He pulled their bodies together and stood on the toes of his boots just so their lips could align.

“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you?”

Sebastian’s hands slid onto the male’s lower back and he placed a tender kiss right on Ciel’s nose.

“I don’t have to think it - it’s fact.”

“You’re going down, motherfucker.”

“I’d love to see it.”

“Oh you’ll see it all right. You’ll taste it.”

“The only thing I’ll be tasting besides you is victory.”





”!!” Ciel let his mouth drop and he gasped so loud a bunch of people turned their heads. “How DARE you!”

“What - can’t finish what you started?” Sebastian released his hands from the male’s back and gave him a soft shove in the shoulders. Ciel’s smaller body jerked and he eyed his boyfriend’s thin waist as he stomped back into place.

“You son of a bitch it’s fucking ON.”

“Don’t cry when I school your ass.”

“ARGH!” Ciel pushed his man hard in his firm chest and he screamed like a pumped-up psychopath. “RACE YOU TO THE FUN-FUN THEN, BITCH.”

The wind that swept by Sebastian was fierce as the male sprinted right past him, those enormous boots clomping against the floor with each hysterical step. The man grit his teeth and did the same, turning on his heel before taking off and running as fast as he could.

Long legs carried a fit body closer and closer and Sebastian only got faster by the second. People watched as he chased his boyfriend through the heavy crowds, and some even gasped when they finally caught up to one another.

“GEH! FUCK!” Ciel screamed when his shirt was yanked from the back and his entire body fell hard onto the polished floors. His single orb narrowed and he almost popped a blood vessel when he watched Sebastian laugh as he ran right past him.

The male got right to his feet and grunted as he honed right in on that tall son of a bitch, running and running like crazy right towards him. Luckily enough the crowds had thickened, and he started laughing as he finally got close enough to his cheat of a boyfriend.

“NGHAAA! TRY TO FUCKING SABOTAGE ME AGAIN, HORSEFACE!” Ciel stuck out his foot and kicked Sebastian’s leg so hard that the man went tumbling down like a freshly demolished building. His body slammed hard and the squeak of his shoes against the ground had Ciel laughing like a madman.

The younger extended both arms and lifted them up high in victory, quickly pointing to his fallen boyfriend-turned-nemesis as he ran backwards.

“You wanna fight dirty I’ll fight dirty! I LOVE dirty! Let’s see your old ass try and beat me now HAHA!”

And with the insult the male dressed all in black scampered off, the shadow of his thin booted legs reflected in the angry glare of Sebastian’s eyes.


Ciel’s eye widened the minute he saw it - the totally radical neon sign of the Fun-Fun, the biggest arcade in the city. The place where he practically lived during childhood.

The male closed his eye and smiled, proud of himself for winning the race, and just as he lifted his foot to cross that line from mall floor to groovy arcade carpeting - a heavy hand slapped right over his entire face.

Long digits squished his nose and mouth, and Ciel was flung backwards, both of his arms swishing high in the air in response to the action.

All he could hear was a low ‘heh’ and the second that suffocating palm lifted off of him he saw the tall shadow of Sebastian pass him right by and leap onto the territory of the arcade floor.

“Looks like I win already.” Sebastian folded his arms and smirked, the array of lights and sounds behind him only making him look even more smug than he intended.

“ARGH! YOU CHEATER! BLOOD ORGY II RIGHT NOW BITCH.” Ciel shoved his man on the shoulder as he passed him and growled. “BEST OUT OF THREE, - HURRY UP, FRANKENSTEIN.”

The insult only made Sebastian smile, and he followed closely behind, watching Ciel’s ass as he pissily stomped on over towards the game cabinet.


“WHAT THE FUCK, AW. COME ON!” Ciel smashed the board of buttons over and over, his blue orb reflecting the way he was getting his ass beat on the screen. In shock and disbelief he gasped out and clenched the joystick hard, screaming when his life-bar had depleted.


Sebastian smiled and grabbed the male by the collar of his shirt, cinching the fabric with a tight fist as he leaned down to meet the angered face.

“I win. Give me my prize.”

“URGH I HATE YOU!” Ciel growled and forcibly smashed their lips together, unceremoniously letting his jaw drop open so a messy tongue could shove between that stupid smirk.

The arcade was full of teens and kids accompanied by adults, and the two made quite the scene when Ciel pushed his boss against the machine and made out with him like it was the only game he knew how to play.

Sebastian grunted as his lower back smashed against the joy stick, and before he could even get his hands on the pissed-off-punk above him their bodies suddenly separated.

“Castle of Carnage you fucking big son of a bitch. NOW.” Ciel’s lips were red, his eyebrows twisted in such fueled rage, a slim finger pointed right at his man’s nose as he spoke.

“Remember you have to shoot off screen to reload-”


“Okay, okay. Lead the way.” Sebastian smiled and held both palms up in front of him as if surrendering to the threatening image of his shorter, thinner, much less-intimidating boyfriend.


“Haha! Got you now you fucking ugly chode-choker.” Ciel held his large plastic gun in front of him with both hands, his feet apart in a serious stance as he murdered a slew of enemies. “HA! RIGHT IN THE CUNT.”

Sebastian turned and momentarily looked away from his screen, kicking Ciel’s boot to shut his filthy mouth up.

“There are children here – watch your mouth.”

That unpatched eye slitted into a frightening glare and Ciel’s trigger-finger went wild as he stared right at his targets.

“I’ll watch my mouth when your DICK IS IN IT- fucker! SHIT-EATER! DID YOU SEE THAT?! Came out of nowheresville! HOO-WEE!”

Sebastian awkwardly smiled at a passing mother and child and went back to his game, the blaring sound of automatic weapons finally ending once the round was finished.

Ciel jumped up and down and used the gun as if it were his own dick, sicking it out in front of his crotch as he fucked the air. Thin hips whacked against the plastic firearm, Ciel’s slender back curving with every sensual thrust. After his lewd display he dropped the gun like it was useless to his existence, both hands now in the air in premature victory.

“That’s my highest score ever HAH IN YOUR FACE!”

Sebastian carefully placed his weapon back in its holder and looked at Ciel as he nudged his head towards the machine.

“You wanna read me that number there?”

The pale that washed over Ciel’s face was all too serious, and his exposed arms slowly noodled their way down to his sides as his eye moved up to that score. It was twice as high as his own.

“B-but…no. No. NO NO NO! NO!” Heavy boots clomped as they jumped in the air, and Ciel started swinging at his boyfriend, hitting that broad chest with weak swipes of his fist.


Sebastian only smiled as he was lightly pawed, and he pointed to his own mouth without saying another word.

Ciel grunted, each palm slapping onto his boyfriend’s shoulders as he jumped up into his arms. He was caught, those large hands grabbing his thighs as Sebastian took a step back to balance the new weight.

The younger male kissed like he was devouring his favorite food, his jaw snapping up and down, his Adam’s apple moving every time he swallowed. 

“Oh my god those two are at it again.” A group of teenage males covered their eyes and ran past the couple, each shivering when they heard the messy squelch of tongues tangling over one another.

Sebastian released Ciel’s thighs and the body slid down his long torso before plopping back onto the floor. They stared at one another, the older still with a victorious smile on his lips, and another rude finger was pointed right at his face.

“Last one. Globe Cruiser. We race ONE track – first one is the fucking Fun-Fun KING.”

The man placed two fingers on his temple and closed his eyes, his brows curving in fake concern.

“But I’ve never played Globe Cruiser before, surely I’d lose.”

“You shut your filthy dick-sucking mouth and get your circus freak-show ass to the fucking wheel. A-NOW.”

Before he could even answer Ciel dramatically turned around, his hair fluttering under the string of his eye patch as he stomped on over to the driving simulators.

Sebastian’s face fell into a love-struck smile, and he watched his boyfriend shove through crowds of people just to get to the machines. The male was all fired up and he couldn’t get enough of it. The way he rudely pushed his slim body past anyone who stood in his way, how he screamed, the adorable little punches that were smacked onto every cabinet he passed. So cute.


“Oh great – it’s queerboy.” One of the teenagers who had just witnessed the makeout session looked up from his wheel and checked Ciel out from head to toe. “I didn’t know they let faggot pirates in here.”

The one-eyed male glared chaotically at the insult, and he grit his teeth and kicked the back of the seat as hard as he possibly could with the steel toe of his boot.

“What the FUCK did you just call me?!”

“Hey! I’m playing here you fucking cock sucker!”


Ciel lunged at the wheel and turned it with all the force he had, slamming the thing from side to side as the other male tried to take control of it.

“Hey you fucking psycho! Get your hands off my game! I’m telling!”

“Aw boo! BOOO HOOO! Go cry to your fucking daddy you little shit – get the fuck out of our way we need both machines.”

“My dad would kick your scrawny ass you freak. If you want it you’re going to have to wait.”

“Your dad would get down on all fours and beg me to fuck him in his pussyhole, bitch.”

The kid grabbed Ciel by his shirt and screamed as he lifted his fist high in the air. Just as it was about to swing a hand twice its size wrapped around his teenage wrists and firmly held it in place.

“If you lay a finger on him I’ll have to hurt you.” Sebastian loomed behind the male in the driver’s chair and jerked his body back, forcing him to release Ciel’s shirt. He smiled when the kid turned to look up at him, and quickly tightened his grip. “We wouldn’t want that would we?”

“Y-you! You’re…”

Ciel laughed and leaned down to whisper in the boy’s ear, his hand sliding up the plastic of the back of the seat.

He’s the man that fucks me every night. I DARE you to talk shit to him.”

The teenager swallowed as the long fingers unraveled from his puny wrist, and he looked back towards Ciel and jerked his face away from his whispers.

“F-fuck you! Both of you! It’s not like you can hurt me what are you going to do, kick my ass in public? Ooo, I’m scared!”

Sebastian laughed and crossed his arms, the couple now flanking the seated male as he refused to leave the machine.

“We have an important challenge we need to take care of.” The man gestured towards Ciel, his eyes all over his boyfriend’s fuming lips. “You see I need to beat his ass in this game so I can take him home and shut him up – and you’re in our way.”

“Yeah your game ENDED so MOVE.” Ciel spat.

“Gross! I’m going to stay here all day in that case – I am the MASTER of this game, you faggots are amateurs, you’re like FORTY.”

“Oh hell no.” Ciel darted his head towards his man and nodded as if they were sharing some kind of secret code.

Sebastian said nothing and walked over to the other machine, sat down, and moved the seat back to let his long legs breathe. He glared at the teenager and held up his quarters, the look on his face so competitive it almost scared the kid.

“I’m not even thirty yet you disrespectful shit. You better man up because you and I - we’re racing for your machine.”

The teen scoffed and dug into his pocket, Ciel now standing between them, one hand on each seat as his thin hips leaned more towards his boyfriend’s side.

“You’re on. Let’s pick the hardest track in that case.”

Both sets of quarters flung into their slots and the game erupted with sounds of speeding cars and screeching breaks. The drivers both chose their vehicles, and Ciel became nervous when he realized Sebastian hadn’t even played the game before.

“Better watch out.” Ciel hummed as he looked at the boy, licking his lip just when the kid looked up to him. “He plays dirty.”

“S-suck my dick, homo.”

“Whip it out, babyballs.”

“Both of you – shut up.” Sebastian was dead serious as the starting light dinged from red to yellow and then to green – and as soon as the flag waved in the air his enormous foot slammed down onto the gas pedal.

Ciel felt a rush of excitement all throughout his body, and he clenched onto both chairs as his eye shifted from left to right. Sebastian had a head start, but he soon fell behind, and the boy started cheering when he passed the other’s car.

“Haha, yesss! Old men can’t drive remember! Especially when their asses are too sore from being FUCKED.”

Sebastian’s hands gripped the wheel tight and for the first time he actually felt anger bubbling up within. Teeth clenched and eyes sharpened, and in that same second he sped up and got right beside the kid’s car.

Ciel removed his hands from the seats and clenched his fists by his sides, his heart thumping hard and his excitement overtaking his every action.

“You can do it baby come on.” The male brushed some of his boyfriend’s hair back behind his ear and he leaned down to whisper the prize he’d offer if he came in first. “I’ll let you eat me out in the parking lot if you win.”

The seductive words were uttered and everything after that seemed to happen in a flash. Sebastian’s inner-gaming senses heightened, his skill honed and precise, the car smoothly inching its way closer and closer to the finish line.

Ciel only smirked and stood back between the two, winking at the teenager when the boy dared to even look up at him just for a second.

“Fuck, fuck you!” The boy was frantic with his motions, too jerky in fact, and right as the paved checkered road of the finish line came into view his car careened off to the side and slammed into the concrete dividers.

“NOO! NO!”

Sebastian’s vehicle flew right past him and then right to the finish, and the lights around his screen lit up like he just won the jackpot.

“YOU DID IT BABY!” The couple high-fived hard, the slap of their fingers irritating the loser next to them.

“FUCK YEAH, EAT SHIT.” Sebastian shot up from his seat as he screamed and kicked the teenager’s chair so hard that he almost fell out of it, the testosterone-infused man punching the side of the cabinet to celebrate his victory.

Ciel magnetized towards that brutish behavior, and he tackled his boyfriend back down onto his driver’s seat.

The young teen grimaced as he watched the two make out like they were in some kind of sick nerd-porn, Ciel’s opened knees slipping as his ass was roughly groped.

Sebastian rolled his hips and cupped the fine flesh of the male’s backside, letting his fingers dig right into the curved meat of Ciel’s ass.

“Ah, mm!” Ciel moaned, their tongues as wild as their bodies, the heat between them only being fanned into raw, unbridled passion. When he felt those strong hands slide under his shirt and lift it up he heard a frightened squeak come from the defeated male.

“S-someone! Please! This is gross! I’m being severely traumatized here!”

“HEY. You two over there you can’t do that in here!” A Fun-Fun employee raced up to the couple and nervously looked around.

“PLEASE LEAVE! You’re disturbing the other customers!”

Ciel looked up to the man, his bottom lip bitten between his boyfriend’s teeth, yanked hard as he ripped it away.

“Uh oh. Looks like we gotta go, baby.”

“To the car – now.” Sebastian got up, laced his fingers with Ciel’s as he grabbed his hand and started running as fast as he could. Heavy boots stomped and long legs worked that hard body, the older more fit and in-shape than Ciel.

The couple stumbled and knocked into people, both of them smiling as they bolted out of the Fun-Fun, their attachment never once breaking even when they crossed the barrier onto the squeaky-clean mall floor.


“No one…no one has ever beaten me at Globe Cruiser before.”

The Fun-Fun employee swallowed as he watched the couple go out of view, and he looked towards the kid and released a sigh of agitation.

“That’s Sebastian Michaelis. Fun-Fun champion for years. Check any machine and first place is always S-E-B. Second place – A-S-S. Top two spots are BOTH his. He’s a legend you know.”

“W-what?! You mean that was THE SEB-ASS?! Oh my god I didn’t even get to shake his hand!”

The man smiled and patted the male on the shoulder.

“Don’t worry. Him and that punk looking kid come here every single Tuesday. Always get kicked out, never fails. It’s been routine for months so you’ll get your chance to meet him again.”

With stars in his eyes the kid smiled and excitedly clenched his wheel, talking to himself more than to the employee.




title: winner takes all (ao3 link)
fandom: haikyuu!!
pairings: kurodai, mentioned iwaoisuga and kenhina
words: 7007
summary: Daichi prides himself on always helping a person in need, which is why he can’t really say no when the guy he’s been crushing on for almost two years asks if he can crash on his floor for the night.


From how he’s acting, it might seem like he hates Kuroo, but it’s the complete opposite, really—he actually really likes Kuroo. A lot. In a friend way, yes, but also in a “I really just wanna grab you and kiss you for like five hours straight and maybe touch your butt a little” way. Nothing hateful about that, he’s just being dramatic. Probably. But it’s normal to be at least a little nervous around your crush, right?


so i was on tumblr and i saw a list of college aus and. well. here i am

the inspiration for this fic was “my roommate’s boyfriend is staying over so can i please sleep on your floor” and for some reason that just screamed kurodai to me??? idk i’ll go back to my trashcan where i belong

THIS WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE 3000 WORDS but i couldnt stop myself

enjoy?? idk

Sawamura Daichi always tries to be a good person.

He’s the kind of guy that helps old ladies cross the street, or helps people struggling with carrying heavy groceries―y'know, anything like that. He never hesitates to lend a helping hand to those in need, which can be both a good and bad thing, depending on the context.

At the present time, it’s a Very Bad Thing.

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dawn-uchiha  asked:

Hello! :) What would be some good reasons for a brother and sister to team up against their sister? I dont have a sister so I dont know what fighting with one would be like. Btw I LOVE your blog!!!

I have a sister. And I can honestly and without exaggeration say that siblings will fight over EVERYTHING. Not answering the phone, not doing the dishes, going in each others rooms or taking something of theirs, being too loud, being too quiet, just…being annoying. I don’t think there has been a day where we haven’t yelled/rolled our eyes/scoffed/been overly sarcastic to each other at least once. It might sound like we hate each other but I’m confident in saying that we have a very good relationship. I think that’s something that people without a sibling might not understand.

See, we have been forced to live with each other since she was born (she is three years younger than I am). We don’t try to impress each other or be our best selves in the same way that couples might do when they first move in together and we, unlike a couple, did not have a say in the living arrangement. There’s no fear of “breaking up” with your sibling because you just can’t, so there’s no point in trying so hard. You have to make it work, or not. Day in, day out, bad days, good days, all the way through puberty and mood swings and the dumb kid days. There are very few people, if any, who know you as well as a sibling so all that ammunition, the proximity, and time spent together, and the fact that we don’t generally try to be angels around each other (quite the opposite sometimes) creates the perfect atmosphere for fights. Even little things can sometimes spark a little fight if everything is aligned. Like one day leaving the cap off the toothpaste might not be a big deal and the next it’ll cause a screaming match.

Siblings are also great at keeping score. “Ohhhhh my God, why do you always do that?!!!!!” Is something that gets said quite a lot. Which is usually followed by “At least I don’t [insert pointless petty thing]” It’s not exactly a grudge, more like something you say when you don’t have an excuse 😜 Everyone has bad habits and when you share a house, including a bathroom and sometimes a room, these habits are hard to hide.

There’s two main factors that might cause more fighting. Gender and age difference. Now like I said, I only have a sister (and if you didn’t know I am also a girl) who is only three years younger so this part is based on my experience and what I’ve heard from others. Typically when siblings are different genders it isn’t that much of a problem until they hit the pre-teen years. Up until then they’re fine playing pretend and fairy princess vs dinosaurs. When puberty hits, interests start to split in more significant ways which can sometimes cause tension and break apart sibling relationships. NOT ALWAYS but it is a factor. Some brother/sister relationships are rock solid, others not so much. I think a lot of it has to do with personal interests and personality. This is something you could use for the story since you are working with a brother/sister vs sister arrangement. If the former are more alike than the latter, that could cause friction.

For age, the larger the difference the more likely siblings are to grow apart. Especially with an age difference of like ten years where one is three and the other is thirteen, basically a baby/babysitter relationship develops more than a sibling one. There might not be as much fighting since the older one is much more mature and sees the younger more as a silly, cute, little kid, but it isn’t as close of a relationship either (Again, this is not for EVERY case, but mostly). For you, this might be a good thing to use as well. If the brother and sister are close in age and their other sister is much younger/older they might team up against her a lot more. It also depends on what stage of life the siblings are in. There was a year or two where my sister and I grew a tiny bit apart just because three years of maturity can feel like a lot more sometimes but by now everything is back to normal if not better.

Which brings me to my final point (I know, it’s been long). As much as we fight and are at each other’s throats sometimes, we don’t really mean it. We can blow up at each other and be watching a movie together ten minutes later. It’s almost like yelling for two minutes releases a little bit of tension so we don’t kill each other later. I know what she hates, she knows what I hate and even if we still do it sometimes, it usually isn’t intentional. A sibling knows your stupidest, weirdest, meanest, most embarrassing moments. But also the times when you were unapologetically happy, and you. There’s a sense of relief with a sibling that is hard to find in anyone else because, as I pointed out earlier, they don’t have a choice except to take all your crazy and you have to take theirs. That makes a bond that will last. At the end of the day, siblings are a team and if anyone threatens that team they will get what’s coming to them. Siblings have to survive growing up, facing the world, and, most importantly the challenge nobody else can ever understand, their parents—together. Basically, go watch this Coca Cola commercial. It is literally exactly what it is like to have a sibling. I don’t care what the circumstances are or if I was just screaming at her three seconds ago, I will tear you apart if you come after my sister. End of story.

And that is the basic introduction course to sibling-ism. I could go on for pages about this topic but I doubt too many of you will even read through all of this. Also, as I’ve mentioned, not every sibling relationship is like this. I’ve heard of siblings that actually hate each other (which is one of the saddest things, really) and others that are inseparable and seem to have the same brain. It’s a spectrum but I like to believe that most siblings fall closer to the good side (even if we won’t admit it sometimes).

Babygirl. (Gang/Dally Imagine)

This is for dallysgreasergirl she requested it plus shes just amazing and stuff ((: Hope you like it!!

The boys and I were going to the drive in tonight, I was going to see my boyfriend, I didnt know about the rest of the guys. Dally was the one that was always lookin out for me, well more than the others did. I was like Dallys guardian even though I was about as old as him, I took care of him when he was sick and made sure he wasnt gettin into trouble that could cause jail time. He always caught me and he decked every boy that he caught lookin at me sideways. Dallas loved me and everyone knew it. I loved him too, man when I found out Sylvia was cheating on him when he was in the cooler I damn near killer her. I went over to her house cause I had driven Dal there once or twice and it was the only place im sure id find her. I pulled a blade on her, I told her if she ever thought about gettin within an 100 foot radius of Dallas every again she better be askin for a death wish, I cut down her leather jacket and spit on her, she didnt do anyhting cause she knew if she touched me Dal would make her wish she went with my offer. 

We were just gettin to the drive in when I saw Kristy Cendell in the car in front of us. Man i hated that broad, she was with Mac before we were going together and she was a real looker so that added 10 to her intimidating factor.
“Okay guys I just want you all to know..” Two bit trailed off, he was already plastered. He started in again about two minutes of confused silence later. “that Im going to be causing trouble and anyone is welcome to join me.” He hiccuped and the started laughing hysterically, everyone laughed with him because Two just had one of those laughs that you couldnt help but laugh too cause he was so full of life and it just made everyone around him happy. Soda had one of them laughs too but he was so adorable it wouldnt matter if he was a bland as a brick you’d still smile just looking at him.
We picked our seats and I watch Darry go sit with old football buddies and Two, Steve, and Soda ran off to cause trouble. It was pretty cold outside but nothing i couldnt handle. I decided to go look for Mac.
“here take this (y/n), it’s gonna start gettin colder” he handed me his leather jacket and I went off.   

I sighed out of relief because I eventually I saw Mac sittin on his car hood with two cokes in between him. I smiled and walked closer to his car, my smile fell about two cars away from his when Kristy walked around the car and hopped on the hood. She snuggled into Mac and he wrapped his arm around her. My jaw clenched and i went to go buy a quick coke. I made my way back to Macs car after the extremely long line at the concession stand. I put a really cute smile on my face and walked around the front of the car to Mac. I sipped on my coke, “Hey babe, Hey broad.” I looked at the both of them. Macs mouth dropped open and he tried to explain. “Shut it Mac, I know you’re used to girls falling for your shit lies but unlike all your other broads im not birdbrained and I know when Im getting cheated on.” I smiled and leaned forward a bit, I threw my coke in his face. “wow Im real sorry for Mac.” I grabbed the coke off the snack tray hanging on the next car. I pretended to sip on it. I started to walk away but stopped by Kristy. I ‘tripped and slipped my coke in her face and down her shirt. “tripped man, ahh what a waste.” I made a mildly upset half smirk and walked off.  I wasnt going back to Dally and the dorks so i walked off to the fence surrounding the drive in. On the walk there I passed kids I knew and kids I didnt want to know it hit me that Mac and I were done for, after 8 months…who knows how long he was cheatin on me. I got to a part of the fence that was private enough for my liking. I slid down the chain link and my butt hit the ground. I pulled my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms tight around them. I didnt dare open my moth cause I knew all that would come out was whimpers. I didnt cry anymore, I wasnt just sayin that to sound tough either, i just didnt well more like I couldnt. Guess I just cried my self dry when I was young. 

Roughly thirty minutes later Pony came runnin up to me, I didnt notice until i saw the dust from him skidding to stop in front of me.
“(y/n) whatcha doin over here?” he knelt down and put his hands on my knees. “I dont wanna talk about it right now Ponyboy.” I said real quite, my voice cracking. He looked at me understandingly and sad like at the same time. He didnt say anything else he just sat beside me. I started to shiver from the decreasing temperature. Pony wrapped his arm around me and I laid my head on his shoulder. I love Pony, he’s a real jem ya know. Like he just gets people and I admire him for always helpin someone when they need it. He really needs people to appreciate him more.
“thanks Pony”
“well no problem (y/n) you know I care aboutcha.” Pony looked at me smiled
”thats not what I mean Pone, i mean thanks for everything, thanks for helping people, thanks for taking the time to understand people, thanks pony. You’re genuine Ponyboy.” he kissed my cheek, we both knew it was just a friendly gesture. 
We didnt say anything else. 
After the first move was over Dallas found Pony and I. 
“Hey Ponyboy, go watch over Johnny all the others split again. Ponyboy jumped up without question and Dallas took his place. When Dal wrapped his arm around me it sent shivers down my spine. 
“(y/n) why ya out here all by your lonesome.” he looked down at me. 
“I had Pony..” I said quietly. I knew what he meant.
”You know what I mean.” Dal was the only person i could open up to without hesitation. I told him everything that happened with Mac. I started to making the noises that came with cryin but no tears came. After I had calmed down Dallas asked what kind of car he drove.
”Mustang, black, convertible. Real nice lookin” 
“You datin a soc?!” Dally was heated.
”no, I dont know how he got it. His family looks and sounds as poor as dirt,”
I sighed and looked away from Dally. he turned my head to look at him “You’re a real tough girl (y/n) real tough.” He kissed me, got up and walked away. He kissed me. Dallas Winston kissed me. I touched my lips with tips of my fingers and smiled ridiculously. 

Twenty minutes ago Dallas came back with his fists scuffed up and blood stained. We didnt say much until I asked him why he did that.
”Nobodies gonna get away with hurtin my gal” Dally smiled and picked me up. We met the gang at the Curtis boys car and everyone asked why I was gone the whole time and Dally was bloody. Neither one of us said anything I just squeezed his had.
After everyone decided to head to bed Dallas suggested I go to bucks with him tonight. He knew I couldnt take my sister yelling and cussing at me tonight. I said yes and we started walking. Dallas wrapped his arm around me. “Listen I really am sorry about tonight. Mac doesnt deserve someone like you” He smiled at me. 
“thanks Dal.” He pulled me closer as we walked into Bucks. He glared at everyone who set eyes on me, we both sat at the bar for a bit and drank a couple shots. We both needed about one or two or twenty. A dirty lookin guy sat next to me at the bar, Dally glared at him for ten minutes before the guy said anything. 
“Hey doll” he looked at me grinning. I just laughed at him and leaned back. Dallas threw his arm across me and into the guys nose, swear i heard a crack. “Look man I was jus-” the guys was holding his nose and blood was pouring everywhere. 
Dallas didnt let him finish. “dont even look at her pal, shes mine.” Dallas pulled me up and lead me to his room. There was no hesitation after the door was shut, Dallas grabbed my face and kissed me passionately. I blushed and kissed him back, Dally and I were both fairly intoxicated so i didnt think about this. He used his hips to press me against the door, I sighed out of pleasure. I wasnt one to admit things but I was in love with Dallas Winston and i knew it from the start. Dallas picked me up bridal style and carried me to bed when we agreed through slurred word and droopy eyes that we were getting tired and dizzy.

Dallas and I never officially dated, we just cared about each other endlessly and made out at Buck and at the drive in and at the Dingo and on the streets…I hung on Dallas and he hung on me but there were never labels, we both thought they just made things complicated and serious.
We both knew we were in love with eachother and we didnt want to ruin it. Sure the gang asked if we were dating a couple times but we never really clarified anything. 

When Dallas died I ran away to Arkansas and stayed with my aunt. I never knew Johnny died until I came back and Soda was gone too, drafted for the war. I stayed with the Curtis boys once I came back, I helped them with bills and slept with Ponyboy and comforted Darry when most people couldnt. We got the knock two weeks before Soda was supposed to return home, it was devastating and the only time the Curtis boys cried about it was when we were all alone together. I spent endless nights holding Pony and stroking his hair. We never really believed Soda wasnt coming back. Two had even forgot he was gone fore a hot minute and brought up the fact that Soda shoulda been home in two days. Pony and i left the room, Darry was at work, thank god. Two bit didnt mean it though. Steve and Pony got closer after Soda died and Pony took over half of Soda shifts at the DX. Ponyboy became a real ladies man. Soda was right, he just had to grow into it.   

  Wow okay I hope you guys liiiked it D:    

best friend!mark
  • ok so like u met him at the park right he was a trainee for a few months now and he was exploring the area. u had just moved in with ur family in korea and u had bought an ice cream 
  • u werent paying attention and u bump into him and u drop ur ice cream on him and ur like im … im so sorry !!! in english and then u realize and u try to apologize to him in korean but since u were so panicked ur korean was broken and ur like om g…. how could i do something so embarrassing..
  • hes like no its cool and he talks to u in english and ur like !!! omg ??? u speak english so well???? and hes like o haha yeah ,,, and then so u guys talk and u hit it off pretty well!! so u exchange numbers 
  • u guys just clicked and soon u guys became a regular in each other’s lives
  • ofc u didnt know he was a trainee bc he was a lil shy about it at first but u did kno he was from canada so u assumed he was just studying abroad or something idk 
  • when he told u like half a year later u were totally blown away like whoa??? what?? but it doesnt really affect ur friendship much
  • anyways yeah you guys have known each other since u were like in middle school and uve seen each other go thru terrible phases lmao 
  • he helps u with ur korean a lot he also translates with u !! at some point he was like i heard when u learn a language its best to watch tv shows!! so he started watching dramas with u and then eventually he got hooked and oh b o y
  • he constantly makes puns and ur honestly so tired of his shit like everytime hes like hey.. y/n… u dont even bother ur like stfu mark but he says it anyways and he will probably laugh for the next 15 minutes about his pun 
  • lots of bad jokes!! and tons of inside jokes and u guys are always laughing about something
  • he tells u so many stories about his day like what he did today or something dumb that johnny and ten roped him into doing
  • he tells u so much about his hyungs and how he admires them and ur just so (,:
  • hes so hard working and so critical of himself!! u constantly make sure that hes resting enough or has had enough to eat bc he pushes himself so hard
  • he plays his guitar for u !! sometimes when u guys hang out he’ll take out his guitar and u guys just sing songs together off pitch and its great
  • “u should audition for sm !!”
  • “shut up mark”
  • being bffs with mark also means being bffs with donghyuck and u guys make fun of mark together
  • and mark is like omfg… i shouldve never introduced u two… but its all cool and at the end of the day everyones laughing : )
  • he shows u his lyrics and asks about ur opinion on it
  • mark also shares with u his favorite songs and whenever u guys meet he has a new song he wants to share with you !!
  • when he debuted he was so happy !! he ran to ur house and told u face to face 
  • when he debuted u watched all of his lives and even attended some of them!!
  • seeing u in the crowd makes him want to work even harder and the first time u came he runs up to u breathless and hes like im.. pretty… cool huh …. and hes tryin to catch his breath and ur like mark!!! calm down !!! do u need some water!!
  • u have a folder of all his bad outfits from firetruck era and whenever he annoys u u just send him a collage of his ugly outfits and he just gets so embarrassed
  • “why do u even ahve a folder of that wtf”
  • when he found out that he was going to be a leader for nct dream he was so worried that he wasnt going to be good enough leader for everyone
  • u worry for him because hes debuted in all three nct units and u worry that he hasnt had enough rest and u constantly check on him making sure hes okay
  • whenever they stream on the v app he makes sure u know and that ur watching and when he reads the comments he sees ur comment and he feels all warm and fuzzy inside knowing his best friend is watching
  • he shares with u all of his hopes and dreams and u know that he will achieve them and ur glad that u spilled ice cream on that boy all those years ago : )
Brat of a Friend

Anonymous: Sehun fluff where Chanyeol knows you two like each other so he fixes you up with sehun

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1072

“So who is it?” Chanyeol waggled his eyebrows up and down, poking your shoulder repeatedly. He was so annoyingly persistent, that it was almost to the point of being admirable.

You sighed heavily, rubbing your temples as he continued to badger you. “I’m not telling you,” you grumbled for the millionth time. This had been going on for nearly an hour, and his nagging was not helping your hangover. Why, in your drunken state, you decided to crash at Chanyeol’s apartment, you would never know, but apparently, somewhere between the hiccuping giggles and fragmented thoughts, you had confessed to him that you had a crush right before you passed out.

“But you said! You can’t just leave me hanging like this, it’s cruel!” He whined, sighing dramatically.

“I’m having one of the worst headaches in my entire life right now and at the moment, your voice is the cruelest thing that could happen to me,” you hissed between your teeth, nearing your breaking point.

“Ok, fine. I’ll make a deal.”

“Why does there even have to be a deal?”

“Take it or leave it.”

“Fine. What is it,” you muttered.

“You tell me who it is, and I’ll leave you alone.”

You scoffed. “As if.”

“No! I promise! I’ll leave you alone.”

“If you knew, there’s no chance in hell that you would keep mum about it.”

“Tell me,” he insisted.

“Over my dead body.”

“Fine. Then I’ll just revert back to Plan A.” He began prodding at your arm and complained loudly about keeping secrets from ‘best friends.’

This went on for another ten minutes, and although you put up a long and valiant fight, your exhaustion was no match for his determination to coax the secret out of you. If you weren’t still reeling from the pain of just standing up, you would’ve just left his place, but it was no exaggeration that this was indeed one of the worst hangovers you had ever had.

You gave in.

“You know what? FINE! IT’S SEHUN! Now leave me alone to nurse my headache, which is what ‘best friends’ should do when you come to their house in a drunken stupor and have a head-splitting hangover the next morning.”

No going back now.

This big eared brat was gonna ruin it for you.

Chanyeol blinked.


“I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” The yelling caused another explosion of pain and you gingerly cradled your head in your hands.

Chanyeol shut his mouth, respecting his promise, and plopped down on the couch opposite of you. The unsettling presence of his scheming gaze was almost palpable and his unusual silence was putting you on edge. Honestly, you didn’t know which was worse-his newly gained knowledge or his ignorance.

He was scheming indeed. With that dumb smirk on his face.

Everything was playing out perfectly in his mind.

After a minute or so of enduring his suspicious plotting, you started to complain again. And for once, he wordlessly complied to your requests. No joking. No loud noises. No annoying sounds or behaviors. You were in so much pain by then that you decided to ponder over his strangely agreeable behavior at a later time.

And Chanyeol really did keep his promise.

He didn’t mention Sehun or the fact that you even had a crush. He was quiet about the topic for several days.


It was 6:32 AM.

Me: what.


Channerd: why do you bully me

Me: i dont think thats a very accurate statement. it should be the other way around

Channerd: fine

Channerd: can i make it up to you with coffee or something????

Me: why…i dont want to go anywhere rn

Channerd: i will buy you pastries

Me: what time?

Channerd: 1:30ish?

Me: k

Channerd: ^^

Me: you better get me the one i like

Channerd: but thats like the most expensive one >____>


Channerd: k fine

1:45 PM

Where the hell was that giant. You were gonna kick his ass the second he showed up.

You frowned at the drink you had to buy yourself because someone didn’t show up and you didn’t want to look dumb in front of everyone.

The door chimed.

You snapped your head up impatiently. You usually had a hard time reaching up to pull his ears, but you were damn well gonna try.

It was…


Your heart jumped.

What the hell was he doing here?! You looked like absolute trash just planning on meeting Chanyeol and not…him. You frantically tried to make your hair look a little better and you glanced back up at him. He looked like he was lost or looking for someone. His eyes scanned the coffee shop and met yours. You heart skipped again. He smiled, glad to recognize someone and started making his way towards you. Your heart basically jumped off a cliff.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said taking the seat in front of you. “This seat isn’t taken, is it?”

“Uhhh…It-it might be.”

“Well, they can wait,” he said, grinning smugly.

You let out a little sigh of frustration. “If he ever shows up. He was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago…”

“Y-you’re meeting a…guy? Who?”




“But I was meeting him for bubble tea.”

“What? He said he was gonna buy me pastries. What the hell?”

You both whipped out your phones.

Chanyeol was lounging on his couch waiting for his phone to blow up.

Sehun’s crush: where the hell are you and why did you tell sehun you were getting him bubble tea on the same day?!?!??!?!?!?!!

Me: huehuehue…

Y/n’s crush: why is y/n here. where’s my bubble tea?

Me: consider it a nice gift from a friend

Y/n’s crush: what the hell is that supposed to mean

Sehun’s crush: PARK CHANYEOL

Me: youll thank me later


Me: but i AM leaving you alone

Me: …with him

Y/n’s crush: dont ever talk to me again

Sehun’s crush: DONT EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN!!!!!

Chanyeol nodded proudly to himself. He was such a good friend.

Both of you dumbfoundedly looked up from your phones at the same time, awkwardly making eye contact and then looking away again.

Well, fuck.

Sequel is here