i got the idea for this in the shower and just had to draw it out im sorry

Melodramatic, But It Turns Me On

summary: teenage!phan are at a sleepover and begin to have a bit of fun with the sex dices they’d found earlier that evening. 

warnings: smut (kinda)

words: 5.3k


I was gonna write more of illaks but apparently a weird 1am idea took priority and now . idk what this is laugHs oops

Im so tired I cant even think straight im sorry if the majority of this makes 0 sense I need 2 have a nap

This is probably the closest yall will ever get to me attempting smut lol appreciate it while u can x x

(if u don’t know what a ‘sex dice’ is click here)


Phil’s always felt weirdly privileged to share Dan’s bed whenever he sleeps over.

It’s not like it’s anything he’s a stranger to – quite the opposite really, but out of everyone, Phil’s the only one Dan will actually let in his bed on account of the fact he can actually have a decent night’s sleep without Phil taking all the duvet or accidentally rolling over and pushing him off the bed. That’s Kyle’s trick – explaining why he’s down there whilst his marginally less irritating best friend is up here under his duvet, sharing his mattress. It’s nice sleeping with the knowledge he won’t wake up either freezing cold or on the floor.

Phil’s used to them being the last ones awake – having been friends with a bunch of total fucking lightweights for the best part of three years, it’s become the norm for the rest of them to be down there, asleep. They’re wrapped up in empty sleeping bags and spare duvets whilst the only two who can actually handle their drink are lying side-by-side, a cut above the sea of empty bottles and shot glasses littering Dan’s floor. They’d passed out about half an hour ago, leaving the two slightly tipsy teenagers still giggling over what had been a contribution to the night’s entertainment along with the heated games of ‘never have I ever’ and one too many Malibu shots.

“Does this not feel weird to you?” Dan’s eyebrow quirks in Phil’s direction as he holds the two small wooden cubes in his hand. “I feel-… it feels- I don’t know- gross, kind-of,” he huffs out a chuckle.

“Why would-…” he squints in the darkness, “-… lick-… elbow-… feel weird to me?” he replies, a threat of sarcasm in his tone.

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Saeran Fanfiction #6: Affections

“I’m going to take a nap,” he declares, falling onto the bed with a bounce. “Tell me when you’re done.”

You throw a sheepish smile and a nod over your shoulder. Looks like he finally got tired of waiting for you to finish your work. “Okay, I will,” you say, and he gives a short grunt before crossing his arms behind his head and settling into a comfortable sleeping position. His eyelids flutter close, and he releases a loud sigh, the force of his exhale blowing at the tips of his bangs that have fallen over his eyes.

You can’t help but chuckle. He’s clearly not very happy with this arrangement, and is going out of his way to make sure you know that.

You turn back to the notes on your desk and deflate a little. What you would give to burn them all to ashes, if it weren’t for the fact that they’re due for submission tomorrow. It’s all because you couldn’t finish them yesterday like you had planned, that your date today with Saeran is being compromised. Thus, him taking a nap while waiting for you to finish up so that you can spend some quality time together or something.

You glance back at Saeran rather wistfully, and you find his chest moving up and down with slower, regular breaths. He fell asleep so quickly.

A smile spreads across your lips, an idea clicking in your head.

Quietly, you stand from your chair, leaving your pen on the desk and padding over to his sleeping form on the bed.

You’ve always loved his sleeping face. With his usual frown gone and his lips not pressed into a thin line, he looks completely unguarded and vulnerable. Just like a little lamb.

And you suppose that makes you the predator in this case.

The thought makes you chuckle. You draw close enough that you’re now standing by the side of the bed, over him.

You observe him for a good minute or two, probably to make sure that he’s really asleep. Also just because you love watching his sleeping face. (You’ll never admit to it though; Saeran would never let himself sleep in front of you again.)

Once you’re sure that he isn’t going to stir, you carefully lean down, tucking the locks of hair that inevitably fall in front of your face behind your ear.

You have to suppress the urge to laugh when nervous tingles run through your body as you grow closer to his face. Hesitation fills you for a moment, but you decide not to bother with it. He’s asleep, after all. What could possibly go wrong? This will just be your little secret, yours alone to keep.

Tenderly, you brush aside his bangs so you can plant a soft kiss against his forehead. It’s your own way of blessing him with sweet dreams, you suppose.

“What are you doing?”

The sudden sound of his voice startles you enough that you jump up a good two inches in the air, but a hand that wraps around your wrist keeps you from jumping back too far.

You’re positively horrified when your eyes meet his open ones, blinking and quite clearly irritated.

He wasn’t asleep at all.


A string of curses goes off in your head when he arches a brow, gazing at you expectantly for an explanation for your sneaky actions.

“I… I…” You’re at a complete loss for words, humiliation causing your mind to blank. He doesn’t say anything though, not-so-patiently waiting for you to explain yourself.

“I was just… showing you a bit of affection,” you reply rather lamely, hanging your head in shame.

“Disgusting,” is his almost reflexive reply.

His answer stings a little, and you flinch. You try to wrench your wrist from his grip in response. It’s hard to look at him in the eyes like this.

The only thing is, he doesn’t let you go. His hold on you tightens, if anything, and that makes you quite confused.

That is, until he closes his eyes and speaks again.

“…Do it again,” he says, in an almost begrudging tone.

You’re shocked at first, but when he doesn’t say anything more, instead resolutely keeping his eyes shut and lips pursed, as if waiting expectantly for you to make the next move, your nerves dissolve into laughter and a tingly warmth in your chest.

“Noisy,” he comments dismissively, releasing your wrist and turning to lie on his side so his back is facing you.

You can’t stop laughing though. And the sounds only seem to annoy him even more, his lips curling downwards into a scowl.

“Shut up,” he says through gritted teeth. It doesn’t do the least bit to make you stop.

You’re tempted to tease him a little. For all the stony fronts he keeps up, he’s really just bratty at heart.

Well, you’re more than happy to spoil him to his heart’s content though.

So still chuckling to yourself, you lean down and press another kiss to his temple, causing his eyes to fly open and his face to flush a light pink.

And the next thing you know, he has you pinned down next to him on the bed, making you shower him with affection for the rest of the afternoon, all thoughts of work tossed into the recesses of your mind.

A/N: Wrote this under the effects of alcohol lol im sorry 

Sleepy Drawings

summary: Dan is drowning is textbooks, and he can’t help it that he falls asleep in the library. Phil, an art major, can’t help it that he draws the sleeping boy, and neither of them can help the relationship that blooms.

word count: 5.1k idek i thought this would be a lot shorter oops im not sorry

tw: i think none, unless you count voyeurism as one

genre: fluff and a lot of friggin smut

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Take It Out On Me

Dean x Reader
Words:  914
Requested by Anonymous:  Okay so I know there are quite a few fics like this but I was wondering if you would do an angsty one ending with fluff with dean x gf reader where they have a bad hunt and are both on edge afterwards. They end up fighting and she takes the stress out on Dean but they make up in the end and know they’re in it all together and it’s a sweet ending. Thanks! 

A/N: Do NOT post my writing on any other site. Do NOT take credit for my work. Do NOT copy and paste. 
A/N: Reblogs are perfectly fine…because that’s still giving me credit for the work I did.

          You hadn’t said a word since leaving the house. You hadn’t looked over at Dean at all while he drove back toward the motel. You were on edge and ready to snap. You didn’t know what that final straw would be.

           Dean took the turn into the motel too fast and you hit your head on the window, “What the hell!?” you yelled.

           He pulled into the spot outside of your room, “My bad.”

           “Seriously?” you looked at him, “That’s all you have to say?”

           “What?” he asked, “I made a bad turn. My bad.”

           You threw open the door and got out of the car, going to the motel room. You couldn’t shake the growing frustration in your body. The hunt had been terrible; you barely took out the monster plaguing the town, but people had died in the process. And you had almost gotten yourself killed more than once.

           “Wanna stop slam banging around?” Dean asked, following you into the room where you had just dropped your bag noisily on the table.

           You glared at him, “Ya know what? You should probably just shut up now. I’m not in the mood to argue with you.”

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Certain - Part Two

(Read Part One here, or read it all in one place on AO3)

Asahi has been in the shower for the past twenty minutes, just standing there under the spray, not doing a thing, and he still doesn’t feel ready to come out. It’s cold and he’s shivering, but he can still feel himself burning with shame.

He cannot believe that just happened. He doesn’t even know where it came from. Not that it hasn’t happened before, of course, but not with Nishinoya. Only when he’s at home, alone in his bed. When he lets himself think about the way Nishinoya looks at practice, the way his body moves, so fast and strong, and the way he smiles at Asahi.

It never should have happened at school though. He shouldn’t have let himself get so close to Nishinoya when he feels the way he does about him.

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Daddy’s little kitten. (Sugar daddy Harry one shot)

*Warning: Contains smut. Might be badly written as its my first attempt. Also contains swearing. Don’t read if offended.*

Getting involved with a sugar daddy is never easy. The whole, no strings attached, being a virtual sex toy isn’t really my idea of a healthy relationship.  However the endless amounts of louboutin shoes, sparkling diamonds, givenchy bags and the brand new mini parked on my drive makes it more worthwhile. Sounds shallow doesn’t it? But daddy insists. So the kitten gladly accepts.  

Being 19 and currently under-going three years of a degree isn’t easy. So when Harry offered to pay for my tuition fees I accepted. If he’s going to throw his money at me I would rather it be on something worthwhile. Harry is one of the country’s most eligible bachelors. Being a millionaire at 29 doesn’t go unnoticed in the UK. Not by the female population anyway. Sometimes I wonder if it’s just me or if he showers all his girls with gifts?

It was 10pm on a Friday evening and there was still no sign of Harry. He had insisted that I stayed at his apartment tonight. But yet again, he had failed to appear. I was sat on the sofa, which overlooked the city of London. It was a truly captivating view. Bored out of my head, I decided to scroll through my twitter feed. A certain article suddenly caught my eye.  


Now, I am fully aware that most articles are full of absolute bullshit, but photographs never lie, and boy was there photographs. So whilst im sat at home waiting for ‘Mr styles’ to come home, he’s swanning about in fancy restaurants with what appears to be some sort of play boy bunny? Grabbing my coat and bag I decided that tonight was drawing to an end and I was no longer willing to wait around for Harry. Not to be made into a mug. Just as I was about to leave the door flung open, causing me to be greeted by a disheveled looking Harry. "Kitten? You’re not leaving are you?” “Yep” I smugly replied whilst trying to saunter past him before his grasp caught my arm. “Baby, why?” “Maybe because I’m sick of sitting here like some sort of mug, wondering where you are. Thinking maybe you had been caught up at the office, or thinking even worse, that something has happened to you! But then look, I open my twitter and your all over the papers with some blonde bimbo! Don’t invite me round if you haven’t got time for me Harry!” I shouted whilst shaking my arm out of his grasp. I have never spoken to Harry like this before. Harry’s eyes suddenly went dark and I knew I had crossed the line. “Fucking stop acting like a child! I was negotiating a business deal with her father, but unfortunately he’s taken ill so she came to sign the papers for him. I have the emails if you really want proof. But however y/n I thought you would have trusted me and known better than this. ” Oh shit. “If you can’t trust me then this deal is off!” He spat. “Harry, if you had of at least called me to tell me what was going on then I wouldn’t have thought that way!” I feebly defended myself earning a sigh from Harry. “Get to the bedroom” Harry ordered. Oh I see where this is going. You see when Harry is mad, he lets it out via sex. Fucking amazing sex though I have to say.  

Doing as I was told I walked to the bedroom, hanging my head low like a naughty little school girl. Boy did I feel naughty. I stripped down to my specially picked out black lace underwear and lay on Harry’s bed. I knew this was going to happen tonight anyway. That’s the whole idea of the deal. He doesn’t want a relationship, he just wants sex. I know it’s wrong and I’m being used but I can’t help myself. A short while after Harry entered the room. “Ahhh, what a beautiful sight. Daddy loves it when your all ready for me Kitten.” I simply watched the sex god that stood in front of me. He dropped his jacket off his shoulders and started to undo his shirt. I stared at the tattoos that graced his skin. He truly was amazing to look at.  Once that was done with he removed his pants and shoes.  "You know, you’ve been a naughty girl, not trusting daddy like that" “I know, mmm sorry daddy” I spoke innocently. “I think daddy needs to teach you a lesson, don’t you kitten?” I seductively nodded. He started by leaving bite marks down my neck, and sucking on my skin until it turned into a violent purple. “Mine” he mumbled as he trailed further down my body; over my breasts, down my stomach, and finally, to the hem of my lace thong. Using his teeth, he pulled down the lace, and flung it to the other side of the room. He was definitely skilled in the bedroom. Forcefully opening my legs, he looked straight at me and dipped his lips down towards my core, never breaking eye contact. Earning a hiss from me, he lapped up my juices, making me moan and grab onto his hair. “Mmm feel good kitten?” “Yes daddy! oh fuck yes” I nodded. God he was such a tease. He then inserted a finger, and pumped them in and out of my dripping centre. “Oh fuck daddy!” I arched my back, feeling a familiar sensation in the pit of my stomach. “Do you want Daddy’s cock baby” “Yes, I want your cock inside me”. “Tell me who you belong to” “You Daddy, I belong to you!” I shouted. Harry soon switched his attention to removing his boxers. Without warning, he thrusted into me, causing me to scream in pain and pleasure. “That’s its kitten, let them know who’s making you feel this good”. “Fuck fuck fuck” I moaned as he thrusted into me, harder than ever. “Fuck” the curly haired man grunted. “You’re always so fucking tight baby. No matter how many times I fuck you” he growled. All this dirty talk was making me close. “mmm, mmm close daddy” I moaned. “Let it go baby” he moaned whilst he sucked on one of my breasts. Before I knew it I was a trembling mess beneath him. My walls clenched around him which caused him to release too. “Fuck” he whispered before collapsing next to me on the bed. “That was fucking good” He sighed.  


“Harry” I asked a few minutes later, once we had both cooled off. “Yes kitten” he replied, pulling me closer to him. “Do you think you will ever be more than my sugar daddy in the future? I mean, I know there’s a ten year age gap but I-” “Shhhh, sweetheart” he spoke before kissing me on the lips sweetly. “Let them talk, the age gap doesn’t mean shit to me. Right now, I’m not ready for a full blown relationship, or the commitment that comes with it. But I know, as soon as I am ready, you will be the girl for me. I can feel myself slowly falling y/n, it’s only a matter of time before the penny drops and I’m ready to make you all mine. But until then, we need to keep enjoying moments like these. Okay kitten?” I simply smiled and nodded at the man that lay in front of me, heart warming at the word that had just graced my ears. Although it wasn’t entirely the answer I wanted, it showed that he cares, and there is a possibility that we may be together one day, like I’ve always dreamed of.  

“Ready for round two sweetheart” he winked. “Always with you daddy”.   

Okay so this is my first attempt at writing smut. I’m still trying to grasp how to write it hahaha. Sorry if its bad! Again, if you have a request feel free to message me. Also, please leave me feedback and dont be a silent reader! Hit that like button ;)

K x    

anonymous asked:

Plot twist for the hope series: Shiro is holed up somewhere in the castle with a shit ton of food and access to cameras to watch as Keith and lance try and fail to tell each other their feelings Shiro has known about this pining since the dawn of time and He Had To Do Something

Ha! Yes! Great idea!

I can totally picture it:

Shiro sitting stopped over in a ventilation junction squinting at Pidge’s stolen laptop. He’s got a full beard now and smelling kind of rank. He keeps thinking he should just go down there and knock their heads together, but he’s gone this far, he can’t go back on the plan now.

Enter Allura, commando crawling through the vents to reach him.

“Don’t you think this has gone on long enough?”

Shiro doesn’t look away from the screen where the camera feed is focused on Keith and Lance sparring im the training room. “They need to learn to be responsible for themselves and learn how to talk about their feelings. They can’t do that if they’re just running to me to whine.”

Well, he isn’t exactly wrong. Still, Allura’s nose wrinkles. “Will you at least take a shower break? Or bring these dirty plates back to the kitchen?” She eyes the pile of goo-encrusted tableware suspiciously. “How are you even getting food up here?”

Cue Coran sliding up on Shiro’s other side. He almost spills the plate of fresh goo when he sees Allura. “Princess!”

Allura is not amused. “Coran.”

Shiro ignores their pending argument, snatching the plate from Coran’s grip and shovelling the food into his mouth disgustingly fast. He still hasn’t looked away from the screen.

Allura stares at Coran until he breaks. “I can’t take it any more. Lance camps out in the med bay whenever Keith is injured. He has a permanent cot set up. He spreads his products everywhere! Just last week I accidentally ingested some of his moisturiser thinking it was Yorin tonic. I had slime coming out of my ears for days.”

Allura winces sympathetically. “That’s awful. I can see how this situation might have some negative impacts on everyone. And I suppose we really should encourage deeper bonds between the paladins.”

“Yes, bonding. Exactly.” Coran was very good at coming up with excuses for ridiculous activities in the name of bonding.

“Plus, Lance’s moping is quite noisy and exhausting. If I have to hear one more time about how Keith’s hair should have more shine if only he was sleeping properly I might kick him out the nearest airlock.”

“Look!” Shiro suddenly points at the screen, spraying a bit of goo on the keyboard. “They’re about to start talking!”

All three lean in close, eager to see if Shiro’s plan has made any progress. There’s no sound but it looks like Lance and Keith are chatting amicably. Keith even laughs at one of Lance’s ridiculous gestures. They keep leaning in closer to each other, the three avid viewers in the ventilation system mirroring them, drawing closer to the screen every time they inch forward.

But, like every other time before, one of them says something (this time it’s Lance) and the other reacts badly (Keith scowls and pushes Lance away hard enough to make him stumble). They start arguing, throwing their hands about and pointing fingers, until Lance has enough of it and storms out of the training room.

Shiro, Allura and Coran collectively sigh and slump down.

“Maybe next time,” Coran offers hopefully.

Allura watches Shiro with a narrow gaze. “I certainly hope so. Hunk has already aksed about the weird smell in this section.”

Shiro pokes at the laptop screen forlornly. Seriously, how hard is it just to talk to each other?!

Well, this reply got a bit out of hand and turned into crack fic. (sorry, not sorry)

Thanks for the message anon!

Neighbours 6

Originally posted by sexalcoholweed

Originally posted by sonsofanarchyfans

Part 5

“Lifes too short to be sitten’ round miserable, and people gon’ talk whether you doing bad or good, yeeah” You sung along to the music, ‘Cheers (Drink To That)’ by Rihanna.
It was your favourite song to play when you got ready, and after a long day at work you had spent an hour in the shower, scrubbing your skin and washing your hair.
Now, you smelt as fresh as a daisy, well strawberries, really from your body wash.
You stood in front of the mirror, applying your make up. You weren’t really much of a ‘girly-girl’and make-up wasn’t really your thing, but tonight you thought you’d go all out.
All out for you though, meant pretty basic makeup, you just focused on your eyes. After all, your mother always said they were your best feature.
So after coating your eyelids in eyeshadow and perfecting the flicks of eyeliner you looked at your work. 
Good enough. You shrugged and picked up your red lipstick, drawing it across your lips and smacking them together.
Now, for the outfit. You had been to the clubhouse before, but this was a SAMCRO party. You wanted to fit in, but you didn’t wanna try too hard.
You walked to your wardrobe and scanned your options.
Ripped jeans, band tshirts,black dresses.
Nothing that caught your eye.
You sighed and put your hands on your hips, before an idea came to you.
Wearing only your lacy panties and bra you walked out of your bedroom and walked straight into Kozik.
“Shit!” You yelled, your hands trying to cover yourself.
Kozik blushed and looked away, but not before scanning your body quickly.
“Fuck, sorry, (y/n)! I came to pick up Abbey.” He said, his words rushed.
You nodded awkwardly, your hands still attempting to cover your bare skin.
“I guess I’ll uh.. I’ll wait in the lounge.” He said and turned, walking down the hall.
You leant against the wall and covered your eyes with your hands.
You really had to get used to not living alone.
Abbeys room was just down the hall and you walked softly towards it, before knocking lightly and opening the door.
Your sister stood, black jeans and white crop top, looking at herself in the mirror.
“Whats up, sis?” She asked casually, not lifting her eyes of her reflection.
“Well,” You said as you moved into the room. “Since Im letting you stay here, rent free, might I add. I just thought maaaybe your favourite sister could borrow something to wear?” You pouted.
Your sister laughed and shrugged.
“Go for it.”
You squealed and jumped up, moving to her wardrobe and scaring the items.
You bit your lip as you looked, your hands touching the fabric of the different dresses.
“Why are you making such an effort anyway?” Your sister asked behind you.
You shrugged and kept looking.
“I dunno Ab. Guess I just wanna look nice.”
Abbey watched you, a smirk spreading across her face.
“So who are you trying to impress? Happy or Juice?” She asked you playfully,
You rolled your eyes and a blush came to your cheeks.
Your silence confirmed she was on the right track and she walked over, pushing you out of the way before digging in to get a black dress.
“Wear this. Im sure they’ll both love it.” She winked and left the room.

You looked up from your mirror and glanced towards the door. Your sister probably forgot her bag or something.
With a quick glance to your reflection you slipped your heels on and walked to the door.
Juice stood in the doorway, his leather kutte over a clean white t-shirt, his toned arms showing.
You opened the door and smiled once you saw it was your neighbour.
“Wow.” His jaw dropped open as he took you in and you blushed deeply.
An awkward laugh escaped your lips and he cleared his throat, a blush now on his cheeks.
“You look amazing, (y/n).” Juice said, his voice warm and sincere.
He noticed the way your eyes lit up at his words and he smiled warmly at you.
You smiled and looked down, suddenly uncomfortable having attention on you.
You were a t-shirt and jeans kinda girl, and this was.. different for you.
The dress was black and skin tight, with cut outs all over. It clung to your curves perfectly, and Juice fought hard to keep his eyes off your body.
“It’s not.. too much?” You asked nervously.
Juice shook his head, taking the chance to look at you once more.
His eyes burnt with hunger and he took in every inch of you.
He lifted his eyes to meet yours, his eyes burning with passion.
“It’s perfect.” He said quietly.
You bit your lip as Juice stepped forwards, his eyes never leaving yours.
His hands touched your waist and he held you gently.
You ran your hands across the leather of his kutte.
“Juice..” You whispered quietly.r
His head inched closer and your lips were only inches apart.
You could smell the mouthwash on his breath, blowing softly on your lips.
His lips pressed against yours and you melted in his arms.
You both clung to each other, your lips moving hungrily.
You broke apart as your cellphone rung through the silence.
A blush rose to your cheeks and you glanced at Juice before moving for your phone.
“Hello?” You said as you held it to your ear.
“Where aaaaare you! Hurry up!” Your sister whined into the phone.
“You want Koz to come and get you?”
“No, mini that’s okay. I’ll be there soon, alright?” You said.
“Mmkay. Hurry.” Abbey said and hung up.
You rolled your eyes and slid you phone back into your bag.
“You need a ride?” Juice asked you, still in the doorway.
“Thanks, Juicy, but I don’t think I’m really dressed for it.” You said, glancing down at your dress.
Juice blushed slightly and nodded, his wide smile spreading across his face.
“I’ll see you there then?” He asked as you walked towards him.
You nodded and pressed a kiss to his lips softly.
“Yeah, I won’t be long.”
You smiled at each other and Juice walked out of your apartment.
You closed the door and blew out a breath before running your hands through your hair.
A smile came to your lips as you heard Juice’s bike come to life and drive off down the street.
You quickly gathered your bag and after filling MadEyes bowl with cat food you left your apartment.
Across the street, the two men in the black van watched as you locked your door and walked to your car.
They watched you adjust your dress before getting in and they watched you check your reflection in the car mirror.
They watched as you started the car and headed for the clubhouse.
They watched, like they had been for the last few weeks.

The party was in full swing when you walked in.
Girls in barely any clothing moved around the room and danced on tables, while the men in leather watched.
The room smelt like ciggarettes and cheap perfume and the music was blasting from the speakers.
“(Y/n)!” Abbey screamed from across the room before she came charging at you.
She threw her hands around you and hugged you tightly.
“Jesus, Ab, are you drunk already?” You asked.
She rolled her eyes and grinned wickedly.
“C'mon! Let’s get a drink!”
You sighed and followed your sister as she dragged you to the bar.
Kozik grinned at you and waved as you reached the bar.
You smiled back. He was a nice guy, and you liked him, but god you were sick of seeing that face everywhere you went.
“Hello, gorgeous.” A man said next to you and you turned.
He was a member, you’d met him when you’d come to drop Happys shirt off but you couldn’t remember his name.
His bright blue eyes scanned over your body.
“Where did you come from?” He asked slowly.
You raised your eye brows and looked at the man with the black curly hair, his eyes still lingering on your curves.
“Tiggy! This is my sister, (y/n)!” Your sister practically yelled beside you.
“Oh I know who she is, doll.” Tig murmured.
You rolled your eyes and grabbed a beer, taking a long sip before putting it back on the bar.
“Who’s that?” Your sister asked and you looked behind you.
Happy stood, watching you with his dark eyes burning into you.
He moved forwards slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Hey Hap.” You said nervously.
“Little girl.” He nodded to you.
You gulped as he moved to the bar, squeezing in between you and Tig.
“Hap! This is Abbey, (y/n)s sister.” Kozik said proudly.
Happy nodded to his brother and to your sister before turning his eyes back on you.
“I’m glad you came.” He said quietly and you nodded as you lifted your beer to your lips.
“Me too.”
Juice sat across the room, his body burning with jealousy as he watched you at the bar, talking to Happy.
“Maybe it’s time to let her go, brother.” Chibs said next to him and passed him a joint.
Juice took a long drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs.
There was something about you. Something he couldn’t just forget. You were different to the other girls.
But as he watched you, laughing with Happy, Kozik and your sister, he couldn’t help but wonder that maybe he wasn’t right for you after all.
“I don’t know if I can.” Juice said as he blew out the smoke.
They both sighed and took a long swig from their beers.

“Lets go sit.” Kozik said and gestured towards the couches.
Abbey nodded and kissed his cheek quickly.
“Sure babe. Me and (y/n) are just gonna go to the ladies room.” She smiled.
You rolled your eyes but left with your sister, and Happys watched you as you moved through the crowd.
After you both used the bathroom you leant against the wall as Abbey touched up her makeup in the mirror.
“So.” Your sister said and you looked at her.
“Happy or Juice?” She asked you.
You groaned.
“Don’t, Ab. Please.”
She sighed and slid her lipstick back in her bag.
“Fine. But you better decide, quick.” She said and you rolled your eyes.
“C'mon, let’s get back out there. I need another drink.”
“Amen to that.” You said and headed for the door.
You both walked through the crowd of people, when suddenly Abbey froze in her place.
You looked where she was looking and saw Happy and Kozik sitting on the couches, half naked girls in their laps.
“Motherfucker.” Abbey seethed and stormed across the room.
“Oh shit.” You said and ran after your sister.
She pushed past people on her way to them, fury fuelling her movements.
Your sister stormed to the table and lifted a glass of whiskey before throwing it in Kozik’s face.
The girl leapt off his lap, her mouth dropping in shock.
“Abbey, it’s not what it looks like!” Kozik pleaded as he wiped the drink from his face.
“Fuck you!” Abbey screamed and spun on her heels.
Your eyes met Happys, the girl still in his lap, before you turned and followed your sister.
“Abbey! Wait up!” You called.
She ignored you and shoved through the crowd.
You followed her across the room and through the door, the cool nights breeze hitting you in the face.
“Abbey!” You called.
“Leave me alone!” Your sister yelled.
“Ab! Wait!” You called again as you followed her across the lot.
Finally she spun on her heels and faced you.
Tears ran down her cheeks, her make up ruined and she glared at you.
“Fuck you, (y/n)!” She spat.
She glared at you and crossed her arms.
“You know, maybe if you weren’t such a slut, you could actually keep a boyfriend for once.”
Her words cut you like a knife and you stared at your sister as your eyes filled with tears.
“And you seriously think Happy and Juice are gonna love you? Your just a prize in their game, (y/n)!” Your sister yelled.
She moved closer to you as she yelled, anger shaking her body.
“Fuck you!” You yelled as a tear rolled down your cheek.
You both turned to see Kozik running across the lot.
Your sister glared at you before spinning on her heels and running out of the lot.
Kozik ran, but his pace slowed as he neared you.
He stopped next to you and ran his hands through his hair.
“Let her go, Koz.” You said quietly and walked away.

anonymous asked:

I know your requests arent open but i just had to ask for a lil smth in your jikook mafia au where yoongi dies or nearly dies and anGST ensues (it can just be a stand alone idc i just rly need it pls)

You never  really know what real true pain is until you see the person you love most break right in front of your eyes.  

It’s almost like a movie the moment the great Jeon Jungkook meets his greatest weakness. It plays through his mind, now with a deep heavyset pain he’s never felt before. A younger version of himself coming home late from a date with Jimin only to stop dead in his tracks when he notices a shaking bundle curled up on his doorstep. He remembers moving slowly towards the bundle with confused furrowed eyebrows only to stop with a hitched breath when he realized it was a little boy with too pale skin and silky black hair. Yoongi had been so small, almost too small, for the age that had been written on the simple letter that claimed the boy to be his son. He could remember picking up the shivering boy and the feeling he felt when the small hands gripped onto him almost begging him not to let go. He never wanted to be a father, not with the life he led and the dangers it carried, but if he was being honest with himself there was always a part of him that knew he was made to be there for Yoongi the way Yoongi had been there for him. The little boy had saved Jungkook in ways no one else, not even Jimin, had and now Jungkook was so close to losing it all.



Jimin flinches as he watches Jungkook lift up a picture frame just to smash it against the wall. The small office they stand in is a complete mess of broken glass with vases laying on the ground shattered. Jimin thinks they represent how Jungkook’s heart must be feeling.  He stands there watching his lover crumbling and has never felt so useless before, has never been so lost as he watches the way Jungkook falls apart slowly.

“Baby please look at me.”

Nothing prepares Jimin for the way his heart breaks at the sight of Jungkook. Nothing compares to the the pit that swallows him as he sees the tears running down his lover’s face. He’s by Jungkook’s side in an instant with his arms wrapping around his husband as they both sink to their knees in the mess of Jungkook’s outrage. The sobs are the worst. The way Jungkook is shaking with his tears soaking into Jimin’s shirt as  Jimin strokes his hair and rocks them back and forth hurts more than any bullet every could and if Jimin had it his way he’s rip all the hurt from Jungkook and take it for himself.

“He’ll be okay, he’ll live and make it out through all of this okay.”

Jimin brings Jungkook’s face up so they can stare into each others eyes.

“He’ll be okay because he is a Jeon and Jeon’s are strong.”



“Daddy is mama really going to come back for Yoonie one day?”

“Do you want her to come back for you?”

“No…. Yoonie wants to stay with daddy forever and ever til forever”

The moment the door to Yoongi’s hospital room opens Jungkook is struck with guilt. He’d been so lost in his own darkness, lost in his own thoughts of his son, he’d completely cut himself off from the world and hid in Jimin’s arms. He’d forgotten about the person who was in just as much pain as he was.

“Yoongi… You gotta wake up baby remember all our plans together? The big house in Daegu and the kids. You gotta wake up and be there for me baby I got no one I need you.”

Jungkook has to fight back a sob as he listens to Taehyung. In all the years they’d known each other, from the time they were kids to now, Jungkook had never heard his best friend sound so defeated.

“My moon, I need you please don’t leave me please please Yoongi please there is no one else baby if you go I go please.”

Jungkook knows he means it too. He knows damn well Kim Taehyung could not exist without Yoongi. The way his son had came into his life and made him want to be a better man was the same way Yoongi had entered Taehyung’s life and made him live again. The teen had breathed life into Taehyung’s breathless lungs. They were two halves, two souls, that had been separated only to join again in the chaos of the underground. Jungkook watched the way his son made Taehyung shine in a way he hadn’t since his father had been murdered and it only seemed fit he watched the man dull and blacken as he held onto his everything’s hand and begged for a life they had planned, begged for the future that was now fading.

Yoongi looks so small in his bed, almost like he did the day Jungkook first saw him. The tubes connected to his body look too scary, too big, on the teen’s body. He places a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder and his best friend stiffens.

“He loves you, you know, I think he always has. Even as a kid all he’d ever ask for was his Taehyung hyung, I nearly killed you because I thought my own kid liked you more.”

He’s not sure if it’s a sob or a laugh that leaves Taehyung’s mouth but he continues anyways.

“He always smiled most when he was with you. Holding your hand, shit just talking about you, he always had the biggest fucking grin you’d think you hung the stars in the sky.”

“I would have if he wanted me too.”

Jungkook doesn’t doubt it for one second.

Jimin’s snap happens when he’s cleaning. It was always his way of dealing with things. When it was all too much for him he’d distract himself with the chores cleaning everything and anything he could until exhaustion hit him and he collapsed. Of course it would backfire on him now.  

“Papa chim?”

“Yes my bubble bee?”

“I made you this picture in school!”

The red on the paper darkens with the tear drops that fall from his eyes as he stares at the purple and blue stick figures that smile with giant grins scribbled on them. The taller one is holding hands with the smaller one as they walk in what seems to be a park with a green sun shining on them and the words “I love you papa” draw out a chocked cry.

Jimin holds the drawing to his chest as he sobs. He sobs harder than when his father made him choose between Jungkook or his own family, he sobs and sobs. His baby, his small Yoongi, was laying in a hospital bed with dozens of gunshot wounds on his body and all he can do is hold any piece of the boy he can get closer to his heart while begging a god, any god, to just spare the boy that held them together.

“I’m sorry. God im so fucking sorry.”

It’s been weeks. Jungkook is starting to lose hope.

“I never meant for this to happen. I never wanted you to get hurt.”

He’s a bit thankful Seokjin stopped by to drag Taehyung away to force the man to eat and shower. It’s just Jungkook and Yoongi in the large room with the sounds of the machines beeping as their background music and he slips his hand into his sons.

“I remember the first time you called me daddy, you know. The first few months you only called me Kookie but then one night you snuck into my office. It’d been storming outside there was a lot of lightning and thunder and you had walked into my office looking for comfort, I was just a fucking kid, I had no idea what to do with a scared toddler. You curled yourself onto my lap and held onto my shirt so tightly all I could do was hold you and then you said you loved me and called me daddy. My whole fucking world stopped spinning and you didn’t even realize it you just fell asleep in my arms and I hated I had missed the first seven years of your life.”

As he stares at the broken body of his son he lives through every memory of them all over again. The last picture in his mind being that night. The night his heart tore to shreds. He can still see it so vividly, he can still remember every emotion as Yoongi had been tied to a chair begging for his life. He’d been forced to watch the sick bastards he’d burned alive as they shot bullets into his son as he fought against the ropes holding his own body bound and the tears fall again.

“I was so scared I would fuck up your life the moment we got back the results from the DNA test. Me, Jeon Jungkook, Busan’s biggest fuck up, father to a toddler. Fuck the only thing I could think of was screwing you up and raising another me, I never want that, I wanted you to have the life I didn’t , wanted you to be a kid. I killed them you know. I hunted them all down and killed them. I need you to wake up so I can tell you sorry, I need you to wake up and tell me I’m not completely fucking up, I need you to call me daddy again and go back to being my baby that needed hugs during storms.”

As he presses his face into the hospital bed and sobs his misses the way eyes open to expose chocolate orbs. He misses the way Yoongi slowly turns his head to look at his sobbing father with a slight frown. He doesn’t miss the rush of emotions as a voice he’s missed so much reaches his ears.



I wanted to focus more on the emotions of almost losing Yoongi rather than on the more direct scenes of Yoongi getting injured or Jungkook hunting down the killers because i wanted to show the emotions and impact Yoongi has had! I hope you liked it! 

Descendants December: 1st Day


Summary: It’s their first winter in Auradon, and Jay goes out one day without telling Carlos where he’s going, so Carlos gets angry about it.

“-Carlos!” Jay called while taking a clean t-shirt. “I have to go now. I’ll be back in-“

“You have to go now?” He went out of the bathroom yawning. “Where? It’s really early.“

“Yes,” Jay hesitated searching for an excuse, looking at Carlos’ sleepy and extremely cute figure. “Fairy Godmother told me yesterday she wanted to see me first time in the morning.”

“Okay, wait then.” He rubbed his face “I’ll go with you.”

“No! I mean…I don’t know what she wants, better stay here, I’ll come back quickly.” Carlos had sat on the bed, slightly disgruntled. Jay leaned on and kissed his front without realizing his expression. “Sleep a little more if you want"

“Take a jacket.” Carlos said despite of himself. “I heard it will get really cold today.” Inside the dorm, the heater was on because Carlos was cold all the time, but outside it was other story. “And a scarf. Maybe it’ll snow this afternoon.”

Jay smirked at him, and put his gloves on.

“Stop being an old lady, I’m not cold; I don’t need a jacket.”

“Jay, take a jacket.” Carlos insisted.

“See you later, sweetheart!” he shouted and crossed the door.

“Take a jacket!” But Jay was already out.

Carlos laid on the bed and hugged the pillow. After a couple of minutes, he felt more awake, and wondered where Jay went and why he didn’t told him. He did not think at all that Fairy Godmother really needed Jay that early, so it seemed like he had lied. And that possibility made him frown.

Their relationship was finally on a safe place and nothing had really changed except that now, there was no need to refrain their feelings and they had learned how to show them. There was no secrets or important fights; everything between them was a tacit agreement that included late nights playing videogames or studying for test, and lazy Sunday mornings of cuddling. Like an old couple, Loonie would say. Auradon had finaly got under their skin, and they were comfortable and in love; enjoying this first winter there.

Until that lie Jay had just told.

Carlos was already in a bad mood because of it, so he decided to go and ask the girls whether they knew something about this mysteriously walkout. He knoked at their door and Evie was still on her pijamas when she opened it and invited Carlos to came in; Mal hadn’t even got up from the bed, so he sat next to her. “Morning, M”

“Morning, C. Is something wrong?”

Carlos was looking at the floor “I’m sorry I… it’s really early but Jay went out just a couple a minutes ago and said Fairy Godmother had told him she needed him today and I- I’m probably just making a big deal of this,” Carlos rolled his eyes “but I don’t think it’s true so I wanted to ask you if you know something about it, maybe?”

He wished he hadn’t said anything the moment he stopped talking. Maybe Jay was really doing a favor to Faiy Godmother and he was there at 8 am being a paranoid jerk who didn’t trust the person he was with; but when he lifted his head, Mal and Evie were looking at each other with, what Carlos thought was confusion.

“-I’m sorry Car.” Mal spoke “We don’t know where Jay could have gone. He didn’t told anything to us.”

“But are you sure he wasn’t telling the truth, hon? Why would he lie to you?” Evie added.

“I don’t know I…-I’m sorry” I just have this feeling, Carlos thought. “Nevermind. We’ll talk when he come back I guess.” But he didn’t stood up because he suddenly felt too low, and didn’t want to go back to the empty dorm.

Evie bite her lip; she couldn’t stand seeing that look on Carlos face, but neither her or Mal could tell Carlos where Jay have really gone, they had promised it.

“I’m working on some new designs, I could use some help, maybe?” She offered a kind smile.

Carlos spent the rest of the morning with them, helping Evie to cut fabrics and Mal to organize her drawings, although he couldn’t help replaying the conversation with Jay, searching for a clue on his words; but he didn’t know what to feel. When it was already midday he got worried because Jay hadn’t come back yet. What if something had happened to him? So he thought it was better to go back to his dorm and wait for him there.

He said goodbye to the girls; and on his way back, the worry turned into irritation. Jay, you better have a great explanationfor this. He moved back and forth across the room, and then made up his mind to start doing the bed. And you’ll sleep alone tonight on your own bed because you can’t just-

But he couldn’t countinue his internal quarrel because suddenly the door was opened, and Jay walked in shaking violently and holding himself. Carlos’s anger vanished instantly.

“Jay!” he held the boy by the shoulders. “God, you’re soaking wet. Where have you been?! You’re frozen.” He touched Jay’s face, searching for his eyes. When they made eye contact Carlos decided he could hear an explanation later.

“C-Carlos” Jay breathed and pulled out a brown envelope from under his shirt. His fingers were numb.

“No, you need a hot bath, I’ll see that later.” He rushed Jay by the elbows to the bathroom, and the package fell to the floor. “Damn, Jay” he pushed the boy under the warm running water.

Jay sighed and relaxed gradually, while Carlos undressed him and looked for bruises or wounds, but Jay was unscathed; just cold. Carlos calmed down after a minutes too, and just looked at him. When Jay stopped shivering, he asked slowly “What happened? Where have you been?” You weren’t with Fairy Godmother, were you?, he almost said too; but he didn’t want to be rude and accuse Jay, the boy hadn’t opened his eyes since Carlos pushed him into  the bathroom.

“The notebook” he answered. His voice was scratchy.

“What? What notebook?” Carlos frowned. “You’ll catch the worst cold ever, Jay”

“Please,” he opened his eyes “go open the envelope, it’s for you.”

Carlos hesitated for a couple of seconds but Jay held his gaze, so he rushed and lifted the package, ripping the top of it.

When he was inside the bathroom again he took the content off in front of Jay, and he realized that what was on his hands, was his old notebook.

Carlos hold it amazed, as if he could not believe the leather-covered sketchbook was there. The truth was, it destuned with Auradon. It had nothing to do with that place, it was the past itself; but Carlos could not be happier to have it with him in that moment. He opened it and found his old drafts inside it, still intact; like he left them when he left the Isle.

He remembered some weeks ago they were talking at midnight before going to sleep; Jay had asked him what was the item he missed the most from the Isle, and Carlos told him he forgot bringing his notebook. He also said that it probably wouldn’t be usefull because he had everything he needed now, including new ideas; but he had been really attached to it for years.

Carlos looked at Jay finally, and after leaving the notebook on the toilet seat, he got into the shower and wrapped him in a tight hug.

 “You’ll get wet”, Jay let out a shaky laugh, but pulled Carlos closer.

“How” he wanted to know.

“I asked Fairy Godmother if it was possible for someone to sneak into Hell Hall while Cruella was in the Spa, and get it for me. She said it was complicated; I think she had to ask King Beast. But they did it; I had to pick it up today at the port… I should have taken my jacket like you said.”

Carlos pressed his lips under Jay’s ear, and then on his cheek; smiling through the water running on his face. “Yes, you should have. Thank you, thank you.”

Jay had his eyes closed, happy to be back at home. “Whenever you want.”

N/A: It’s 4am here and i haven’t slept yet so in my mind it’s still being 1st of December; and this one shot is for the first prompt for Descendants December. I’m really sorry if there is any mistakes, you can tell me in my askbox or via IM and i’ll fix it asap. Hope you liked it!

Rilaya Fanfic- We're soulmates

Inspired by this post (X) I would recommend looking at it because then this fic would make a lot more sense :)

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“The young couple were so hopelessly in love, everyone around them knew they were inseparable”


“Hey Maya?” Riley called out to her girlfriend from her bed. “Yes honey?” Maya was currently sprawled out across the floors on her stomach. She was painting with so much passion, which Riley silently admired her for before she responded. “Do you think.. maybe.. If it’s not too much..“

”-Spit it out already Riles!“

“You could paint a sunset on my back?”.

Maya smiled to herself before turning to face Riley. “I’ve painted four sunsets on your back already this week babe, and it’s not even even Tuesday yet!” “I know.. but they just look so pretty!” Riley exclaimed doing her signature pout.

Maya would never admit it but she was whipped beyond recovery when it came to Riley. “Fine.” She mumbled. “Yay!!!” Riley ran over and pressed a quick kiss on Maya cheek instantly causing the blonde’s face to heat up. “I love you peaches.”

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make believe, it’s hyper real

summary:  The first time they Skype, Dan is just ever so slightly disappointed. But that sounds bad, so let’s start from the beginning.

wordcount: 918

a/n: @phanweek day three and going strong. this one’s soulmates, and because it’s me, it’s also 2009. (also because it’s me, the title is from a lorde song.) im always complaining that there arent enough “realistic” soulmate au’s so im putting my money where my mouth is. [ao3]

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Luke Hemmings Imagine → You Tell Him You've Been Raped

Pairing: Luke x Reader

Request: Yes

A.N: This was probably one of the hardest things I have ever written. I know I probably didn’t write it very well but I still hope I could live up to it anways.

For month I tried to forget what my ex boyfriend did to me. Weeks of abusing, physically and mentally, he even tried to rape me a few times and he actually succeeded. I haven’t told anyone about this, not even my best friend and new boyfriend Luke. We’ve been dating for one month now but we already knew each other for almost 13 years now.

I tried to tell him, but I was too afraid, too afraid that he’d might not believe me or that he might judge me or laugh at me so I kept my mouth shut.

I changed since it happened and he noticed so it was hard not to tell him what happened to me. At nights I woke up screaming and crying because I re-lived what my ex boyfriend did to me, it felt too real and ever since I was afraid to close my eyes.

I was an outgoing and happy girl  before but now I don’t talk much anymore and flinch each time everyone touches me. Each time Luke asks me what is wrong with me I lie and tell him I don’t feel very good or I have a bad day but it’s getting harder day by day to lie to him. 

“Honey are you done? I need to pee really bad.” Luke whined from outside the bathroom. I locked myself in there, pretended to be in the shower. Today was one of those days were I just wanted to curl up in my bed and not see anybody but Luke surprisingly came by this morning telling me he wanted to spend the weekend with me. 

“Yeah I- I’m done.” I muttered and wiped away the tears on my cheeks. I checked my apperance in the mirror and took a deep breath beofre I opened the door. “Finally, I was about to pee myself” Luke laughed and ran past me, slamming the door shut behind him. 

A quick smile hushed over my face, I was so lucky to have him. “So, how about a movie? I was thinking about Mean Girl. You are pretty down today and that movie always cheers you up.” he said and gave me a peck on the lips. “I’d like that.” I smiled and put my arms around his waist. “But first I need a hug.” I mumbled and put my head on his chest.

Luke pulled me close to his body, holding my tight, “I love you.” He whispered and kissed me on the head. “I love you too.”  I sighed and broke the hug. It always felt amazing and I always felt better and save when Luke was holding me. 

For moment we stood there quietly, just holdin each other. “How about you lie down and I put the dvd in and get us something to drink?” Luke asked after he broke the hug. I nodded in agreement and sat down on the bed. 

A few minutes later Luke and I were cuddled up next to each other, watching Mean Girls. He had his arm around me and his finger was drawing cicles on the back of my hand. Eeventually his hand slowly moved from my hand to my waist and up to my breasts. 

“L-Luke what are you doing?” I asked, panicking slightly. “Nothing.” But he didn’t move his hand away. “Stop, STOP.” I yelled and yanked myself free from Luke’s touch. “Im sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” he said and looked at me confused.

I quickly got up from the bed, breathing heavily. I knew Luke would never hurt me but all the memories from that night came back to my mind and once again I was scared. “(Y/N) what is wrong? Have I done something wrong?” he asked worried. I shook my head and I felt tears bilding up in my eyes. Now was the right time to tell him, I had to tell him sooner or later anyway and I had no idea how to talk myself out of this one. 

I swallowed back the dry lump in my throat and straightened up, “I have to tell you something.” Luke immediatly jumped off the bed and walked towards me, reaching out for my hands. “I don’t know how to tell you this,” I started and looked down to my feet. “Do you remember my ex boyfriend?" 

Luke’s expression turned dark, he clenched his jaw and nodded slowly. "What did he do to you? That bastard.” He hissed through gritted teeth. “He-” I took one deep breath and it felt like ages before I could say it out loud. “He raped me.” I finally said and a heavy weight lift off my shoulders. 

With his mouth open and eyes wide open Luke blankly stared at me before he pulled me in for a tigh hug. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, not saying a word for minutes, just holding me in his arms. “Im so sorry this happened to you.” he finally whispered and cupped my face. “I wish you would have told me earlier. I wish I could have saved you.” His tears were now mingling with mine as our foreheads fell together. “Luke, no,” I murmured. “There wasn’t anything you could have done to save me.” I reassured him. “Have you - have you told anyone about this?” he asked worried. I shook my head, “No. I was too scared.” I admitted. 

“We’re going to the police tomorrow! You’ll feel so much better after and saver after that I promise you and you don’t have to be afraid because as long as I’m around no one is gonna hurt you ever again! I’m not gonna let that happen.” I nodded and buried my head into his chest, honestly feeling much better. “Thank you.” I whispered.

“Always. I love you so much." 

The crow - part 3

N/A: I wasn’t really sure on how to write this part but hopefully its okay! I quite love the idea of this being a series so tell me if you want me to continue it.

Request: Are you going to be doing the crow part 3? Im obsessed and i cant wait for the next part.

Prompt: You tell Stiles the message his mother left for him.

Warnings: angst, mention of death

Part 1 // Part 2


Originally posted by stilesstilinskiandlydiamartin

You couldn’t get out of the car. You’ve been in the school’s parking lot for fifteen minutes now, waiting for some courage to get out. The morning had already been long enough after the few hours of sleep you’ve gotten. Two ghosts payed a visit, a lady during your shower and an old man in your car, almost causing an accident. They didn’t have and actual request, just wanted to talk to someone living for a change. It happened sometimes. 

The blue jeep arriving woke you from your day dreaming. Stiles got out of the car and you couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked. Oh God. Stop it Y/N, you can’t think about him right now. He walked into the school, giving you the courage to do so yourself. He wouldn’t be able to talk to you if you knew exactly where he were, so you could avoid him. You kept an eye on him at all times, taking some glances at his sweet butt, but that’s not important. You needed to gather some courage before talking to him, prepare yourself. After everything you learned last night you were sure that if you came to face him before you were ready, the tears would fall free. 

You had three classes with him today. You made sure to enter all classes after the bell rang, sure he’d already be there and hopefully the teacher too, so you wouldn’t be able to talk. Stiles waved at you when you entered the room, which you replied with a smile. Everything was going great. You have avoided Stiles beautifully, running out of class as soon as it was over, staying in the bathroom until the bell rang again. It was almost lunch and you couldn’t think of a way to avoid him now. You didn’t know anyone who’d not be sitting with him.

All your thoughts vanished when Claudia appeared. She smiled at you fondly and then looked at Stiles, laughing lightly at the sight of him. He was playing with his pencils. That broke your heart. You felt the tears coming and jerked of your place, leaving the room. You didn’t want anyone, especially Stiles seeing you like this. It was a useless plan, you could hear Stiles right behind you.

“Y/N, wait! What happened?” He was so clueless. You stopped walking, knowing you wouldn’t escape this. You should just rip the band-aid, you’d never be ready to talk to him about this. You wiped the remaining tears from your eyes and turned to face him. 

“We need to talk.” His face turned with the demanding tone of your voice. He couldn’t think of anything he could have done wrong, but then again, he almost never did. 

“We can go outside if you want. There’s some tables where we can talk. Just.. Did I do anything?” He scratched the back of his neck, clearly nervous. He was too cute for you to handle. He grabbed your hand, leading the way. He tried to keep the small talk going but you were too nervous to give him the courtesy. His head was spinning with questions but he felt like asking them would make you exploded, since you look like in the verge of it. You couldn’t figure out how to start this conversation and what his reaction would be, it was slowly eating you.

“So, what do you want to talk about? You seem really nervous” Stiles was playing with his fingers nervously. You were sitting down in one of the tables outside, no one in sight. He took your hand in his, looking at you. It made you feel slightly calmer, his thumb drawing circles in the back of your hand for reassurance. 

“I need to tell you something and I hope you won’t be mad at me. I have a message from you.” You squeezed his hand softly in hopes that he would understand, and from the look on his face he did. You continued before he could say anything. 

“Last night your mom came to visit me. I saw her here at school and she found me so I could give you a message. She asked me to tell you that she’s sorry about the way she treated you in her final days, she’s sorry for leaving you so soon but she’s been keeping up with your life. She’s doesn’t hold against you what happened with Donovan, she understands and it doesn’t change how she sees you. She’s really proud of you Stiles,she’s proud of what you do here, how you help people. And she wants you to know it’s not your fault. What happened to her, it’s not- I’m sorry, ugh, it’s not your fault.” You let yourself cry after you finished. With every word Stiles could feel the tears coming and when you said she was proud of him he couldn’t hold it in anymore. His whole body was shaking, sobs leaving his throat freely. You pulled him into a hug, not being able to see him like that. You felt his arms lacing around you and you stayed there. You couldn’t believe how hard must have been to grow up blaming yourself for your mother’s death. You could feel his aura a little less gloomy, though you were sure he still had a lot of problems. 

“Thank you Y/N.” You pulled away to look at him, a hint of a smile in his lips. He didn’t know what else to say, but honestly, you didn’t think anything was necessary. 

“One last thing, she wanted you to know you are smart, brave, kind and generous. And if it means anything, I think so too.” You put your hand over his, as a way of telling him you meant it. 

“It does, thank you.” His smile was now genuine, some final tears leaving his eyes. Your heart swelled with his smile. Oh boy, that’s not good. “Do you think… Do you think she’s going now?”

“After I talk to your dad and send him her message, yeah, I think so. Usually they go, but maybe she doesn’t want to. I’m pretty sure she likes watching you grow up, even if you don’t know she’s there.” His head rested on your shoulder while his grip on your hand tightened. He kept quiet, digesting your yours. He liked the idea of his mom watching over him, watching him grow up, even if she wasn’t really there. But the idea of her watching, all her life, not being able to do anything, to touch him, pained him. 

“Please tell her to go. She can go and have peace, we’ll be fine. She deserves it.” He knew that letting her go was the right thing, she didn’t belong here anymore and she deserved to have her peace. It must be too painful to watch the people you love grieve over you, but mostly move on. He liked that she was there, that she knew what he’s done. Even the bad stuff. And maybe, if she really meant what she said, maybe he could start forgiving himself.

“I will, I promise.” You placed a soft kiss in his head. He looked like a teenager but surely right now it felt like you were holding a child. A helpless child and it pained you. How can someone hold to that many bad feelings? You stood there, holding each other until the bell rang. You knew, by the look in his eyes, that nothing about what happened here was to be commented on and with a nod you left for the cafeteria. Your hands still holding.


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Hoseok had a lot of turn-ons; thigh highs, fooling around in public places, strange positions, he’d suggested all of them at some point and your best sex always involved something kinky. But you’d found Hoseok’s biggest kink accidentally. You were rolling around on the floor, wrestling for control of the TV remote like you always did on your scheduled movie nights, and you’d somehow managed to pin him beneath you. His eyes grew dark with lust as he started up at you as you straddled his hips, but that was normal, your discovery came later.

Your wrestling for the remote inevitably turned into making out on the floor and you began to tease him, pulling back as he leaned up in an attempt to kiss crash his lips to yours. usually he’d overpower you easily, growing bored with the teasing but he remained beneath you, his arms pinned above his head. You smirked down at him, enjoying your rare chance at power as you ghosted your lips over his jugular, reveling in the breathy, needy moans that escaped his throat.

You pulled back, your eyes widening as he moaned your name and Hoseok’s cheeks flushed pink. He rolled you off him, scrambling to his feet and snatching the remote with a high pitched screech to let you know he’d won. You didn’t care about the remote at this point, you wanted to explore this new side to Hoseok you’d found, so you’d spent the length of the stupid movie he’d chosen coming up with a plan.

Hoseok slept in weird positions and you used that to your advantage. He laid on your bed, already asleep when you emerged from your shower and you grinned as you noticed one arm draped across his face, blocking out the light with the other resting just above his head on the pillow. You grabbed one of his ties from your dresser, padding over to stand beside him. You felt a little weird watching him sleep but you shook the thought from your head, tying the tie around his wrists without moving him too much. Thank god he was a heavy sleeper. You fastened the tie into a tight knot and moved to sit beside him on your bed, waiting patiently for him to wake up.


Hoseok sighed heavily beside you, rubbing his face on the arm draped across his face. You smiled as he tried to lift his arm, slowly realising that his wrists were bound together. He turned to look at you, eyes wide with shock as you tilted your head to the side, smiling as sweetly as you could manage.

“Y/N what-” he started, holding his bound wrists above his head, twisting them around like an idiot, tightening the knot further.

“We’re trying out a new kink,” you grinned, enjoying the way Hoseok’s cheeks flushed pink, “Ready to get started?”

Hoseok groaned your name as you pecked his lips, moving down his bare chest and taking one of his nipples into your mouth and Hoseok arched his back into you. You made sure to draw everything out, kissing, sucking and nibbling every inch of your boyfriend’s tanned skin. Hoseok squirmed underneath you and you relished in the breathy moans that escaped his lips, but you wouldn’t stop until you made him beg for it. you were careful to avoid the rather large bulge in his boxers, hooking your fingers in the hem of the fabric and swiftly pulling them off, Hoseok’s already half hard cock springing free. You stood, quickly stripping yourself of your pyjamas as he eyes followed you, licking his lips.

“Jagi,” Hoseok whined, straining to look at you as you ran your tongue along the inside of this thigh.

“Yes?” you responded as huskily as you could, causing Hoseok to bit his lip and good god did he look so hot. You smiled at him, lightly dragging your nails over the tops of his thighs, drawing goose bumps in their wake before you grasped his cock and stroked it languidly. Hoseok moaned, pushing his hips up, straining against his bonds.

“Do you like this?” you asked and Hoseok threw his head back against the pillows, groaning loudly as you lazily pumped his length. You released Hoseok’s shaft, crawling up his body and crashing your lips to his. You kissed him softly, ghosting your lips over his as he leaned up in a desperate attempt for contact. You pulled back completely and Hoseok pouted, staring up at you with lust filled eyes.

“What do you want?” you whispered, throwing your leg over his hips to straddle his waist .

“You,” Hoseok whined, arching his back as he lifted his hips to grind against you, “I want you,”

Your eyes widened at the erotic display, his movement shooting shocks of pleasure through your core and you could feel how wet you were just from his needy moans. You had no idea having Hoseok writhing in a needy mess beneath you would be this hot.

“Me?” you whispered and he nodded frantically, rolling his hips up against yours. You had to bite your lip to keep from moaning as his cock slipped between your folds, prodding at your entrance. You swiftly got off his lap before you gave up and sank down on his cock, ending the game right there, but you had another thought in mind. You felt nerves flutter in your stomach, you’d never done this before and you’d hope Hoseok wouldn’t object. You turned yourself around, throwing a leg over his chest so you were straddling him once again, but your back was to his face.

“Sit on my face,” Hoseok breathed and you felt your face flood with heat and you were thankful he couldn’t see you right now, “please… oh my god, Y/N,”

You leant forward, presenting your dripping core to him, moaning Hoseok’s name loudly as he traced his tongue along your slit. You were shaky and insanely turned on as he flattened his tongue against your pussy, but you were determined to have him moaning and begging for you to suck him. You grasped the base of his cock, blowing warm air over the head and smirking as he whined gruffly. In return, he delivered a long, slow lick to the length of your slit and you let more of your weight down on his face as his tongue flicked at your clit.

Hoseok bucked his hips and you let the head of his cock slip into your mouth. You began to bob your head up and down, only allowing the tip to slip into your mouth before you pulled back, causing Hoseok to whine rather loudly. You repeated until he was panting underneath you, his tongue slipping in and out of your entrance in a desperate attempt to please you. You grew bored quickly, swiftly deep throating his length and hollowing your cheeks, causing him to yelp in surprise and sink his teeth into your ass cheek.

“O-oh yes, Jagi!” he screamed, “Make me cum!”

Hoseok shoved his tongue as far into your entrance as he could and you could feel your orgasm approaching as the wet muscle moved inside of you. You bobbed your head shallowly, allowing him to thrust into your mouth as you rubbed a hand over the top of his thigh, the other moving underneath him to fondle his balls. With one last, gurgled moan of your name, Hoseok yelled as he came into your mouth. His tongue quickly withdrew from you, moving rapidly over your clit as you rolled your hips down onto his face.

“Fuck,” you breathed, your orgasm hitting your hard and you dug your nails into his thigh as he sucked you through your high. You lifted yourself off him, wiping some of his cum off your chin as you moved you untie his hands.

“Wow,” Hoseok panted, trying to catch his breath. He rubbed at his wrists as he stared at the ceiling, and you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth as you noticed your juices glistening on his lips. You leaned forward, catching his gaze as you ran your tongue over his lips, tasting yourself.

“That was unexpected,” Hoseok whispered in surprise as you pulled back.

“But good?” you asked, laying your head on his chest, listening to his heart race.

“It was okay,” he lied and you rolled your eyes.

“I think you liked it more than you want to admit,” You laughed, “O-Oh yes Jagi! Make me cum!” you mocked and his chest rumbled as he laughed with you.

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 Namjoon x Reader

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

word count: 1,696

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It was your day off, the first proper one you’d had in a while, and you had planned to spend it resting in your apartment. You had switched off your alarm, expecting to sleep in late, so your horror was real when you were awoken, not by the usual irritating bleeping, but by G-Dragon blaring right next to your head. Groaning in annoyance, still half asleep, you fumbled blindly for your phone, reluctantly opening an eye to check the time.  The display said 8:17 am - on your days off, otherwise known as the middle of the night.

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BAKING; onew/key

“whatever you do do not imagine your crush baking and getting a little bit of flour on the end of their nose and in their hair and getting really confused over a recipe and wearing an apron do not do it”

1084 words, PG

kibum closes the door as quietly as possible behind him, tiptoeing past the kitchen and towards his room, hoping the noise jinki’s making in the kitchen will be enough to drown out the sound of him sneaking past.

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anonymous asked:

Quick! The guys have been given a random baby and must take care of it. What do they do next???

Oh man, im really sorry for being late. A lot of shit happened… So here we go(≧∇≦)

Shu: He looked at the baby with bored eyes. The baby looked like he was hypnotized by Shu. While staring to eachother, the baby suddenly let out a burb. “Tch, so noisy” Shu started but when he saw the little baby asleep on his stomach, his lips curved into a smile and they slept together (eather Shu or the baby snoring)

Reiji: Oh he was so ready. Since he always looks after his brothers, he was sure it would be easy as making tea. All the diapers were waiting on the table in alphabetic order. What he didn’t count was the poop… He was sure he had never seen something as disturbing as that in his life. (He actually felt happy that his brothers don’t have problems like that.) He never looked at the babies the same way again.

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