i have also had this in my drafts for days

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pretty sure that’s a fire hazard, Jesse.

happy valentine’s day!! <3 <3

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I know privilege when I see it. You may think you earned your strength, but you had power the day you were born…You have the ability to change the world without getting anybody hurt. If I were in your shoes, I’d think twice before using that thing on people who are trying to feed their families.

anonymous asked:

Hey I was wondering if you had any florist/tattooist AU kyouhaba (or any other ship tvh) fix recommendations? Also I love your art and I hope you have an awesome day

hi anon! i don’t have any fics to recommend at the moment unfortunately BUT i have this little thing that’s been in my drafts for a while /)u(\ i have no idea what to do with it so just …. *shoves it at you* take this dying and not so smooth tattoed yahaba

Torn 21-Unofficial

Ok So I clicked on my word doc for Torn and it told me I had not touched it for 8 days. I was just going through and could not even write any of the story. I am going to go ahead and post a rough draft of some of the story. This is not even half of the story but I want to go ahead and put something out there for my lovelies who have been waiting. I am not tagging this as it is not the finish story. When it’s done I will tag and also put on FF net. Hope you enjoy. 

Torn Masterlist

Eric did not get off from work until well after midnight. He quietly let himself into your apartment, took off his boots at the door and hung up his coat on the coat rack. He found himself in your bedroom standing over your bed watching you sleep. As usual you had kicked off the sheets as he has noticed since having Abbey you were hot natured at night and could not stand the covers to be on you long. His body long to be against yours, he longed to taste your skin, he longed for your legs to be wrapped around him with your tight pussy sucking him in. Eric shook his head to clear it and walked to his daughter’s room. She was fast asleep on her back with the night light giving her an luminous affect. He leaned down and kissed her face before undressing to his boxers and crawling into the bed he found himself in most nights. Even though work kept him from you and his daughter during the day, he found he slept better when you three were under the same roof at night. As he laid down staring at the ceiling his thoughts landed on you and his daughter as they did all day every day.

You were woken by the sounds of Abbey wanting to be fed. You quickly got out of bed and headed to her room. As usual you saw Abbey’s father laying in the bed in her room. You longed for him to be in your bed with his body up against yours.

You cooed at Abbey as you picked her up for her feeding.

“Hey.” Eric said softly.

“Hey back. What are you doing awake?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“You want some company?”

Eric nodded yes as he sat up in bed. Even in the soft light of the night light you could tell he was tired. His eyes were red with prominent bags under them. You sat on the bed beside him and as Abbey nursed you found your other hand caressing Eric’s face. He let out a sigh of pure exhaustion as his eyes closed and his face leaned into your hand. You wanted to hold him and never let him go at that moment. You did not like seeing him like this. You both sat in silence as Abbey nurse for a few minutes.

“You want to tell me what’s going on?” You asked breaking the silence.

“It’s nothing to concern yourself with.” Eric opened his eyes and pulled back from your caress.

“Eric, you are exhausted. I am worried about you.”

“I’ll be fine. The last thing I need is for you to worry about me.”

You frowned at his response.

“Whether you want me to or not I’m worried.” You told him as you looked down at Abbey who was half sleep still latched on your nipple. You gently pulled her from your breast and handed her to Eric to burp like you did most nights if he was up during your feedings. You watched Eric hold his daughter, gently patting her back until a small burp escaped her mouth. Eric got up from the bed and put his sleeping daughter back in her crib. Eric sighed with weariness as he crawled back into the bed. You looked at Eric to find him gazing at you and in the soft light of the night light you could see the desire in his eyes. There was something more in his eyes as you scooted up closer to him in the bed and caressed his face . Eric looked intently in your eyes as your fingers lightly caressed his face and lips. You wanted so badly to kiss his lips. You shook the desire from your body as best you could and thought this would be a good time to have a long-needed conversation with him.

“I know you are tired but I have something to ask you. I need to do it while I have your undivided attention.”

“Go ahead.” He had a feeling what you were going to ask.

“What are we doing?”

“What do you mean what we are doing?” He asked with a slight frown on his handsome face.

“Us. What are we to each other?”

Eric let out another sigh and rubbed his hand over his face. Yep, here it was the dreadful talk of feelings.

“We are two people who care about each other and both raising our child together.”

“Do you love me Eric?”

Eric’s face gave a slight grimace.

“I love my daughter and you have my heart.”

“I know I have your heart but do you love me?”

“I already told you what you mean to me Y/N. I am not a man to repeat myself just to appease you. I am here for you and my daughter. What more do you want?” You could feel him becoming annoyed with you but you needed to know.

“I want you.”

“Do I have you?”

“What do you mean? You know you do.”

“No more Four?”

“No more Four.” You answered.

“Then you have me.”

“All of you?”

“You have all of me.”

“No more other women?”

Eric looked at you intently thinking how he would answer.

“Eric? No other women right?” Your heart started to pound in your chest every second he did not answer.

“No other women.” He finally said. You sighed with relief hoping he was telling you the truth. “Y/N you do know my needs and what kind of appetite I have.”

“Yes I do.” You looked from his eyes as the pure desire you had for him would reflect in your eyes.

“So you really might want to end your stupid challenge.”

“It’s stupid to you because you know you will lose.”

“No sweetheart. You know me better than that. I don’t lose at anything no matter what.”

“Ok Eric if you say so.” Please God don’t let that be a lie what he just told you about other women.

As you looked at him in the soft light you wondered would he ever feel the same for you as you felt for him?

You didn’t know what you had expected to him to say. It was not like he was going to profess his love for you and get down on one knee to ask your hand in marriage but you were disappointed. You loved this man with every fiber in your body and you just wanted more from him. Yes, he told you that you were his heart but you just needed to hear those three words from him.

“Y/N just trust me ok. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I trust you. Do you want to come lay with me?”

Eric raised his pierced eyebrow. “And do what?”

“Sleep.” You wanted him to hold you.

Eric shook his head no.

“What did I just say.” His voice was hard. “You know that would be the last thing we will be doing if I crawled in that bed with you. Do you want to do more than sleep?”

You got up from the bed. He was right and if you told him yes that would be telling him you wanted him even though you did with every cell in your body. You would not give him the satisfaction of losing the challenge no matter how silly he thought it was.

“You are right we better not. Good night Eric.”

You didn’t hear a response as you watch him lay back down in bed and turn his back to you.

 Eric was gone when you went to get Abbey to start the day. The bed was perfectly made as usual. He always made the bed better than you. You smiled at the thought of him tucking the sheets under the mattress making sure you could bounce a quarter off the bed. After feeding Abbey your tablet alerted you that your mom had arrived. You wanted to shout for joy. You missed your mom and could not wait to see her. You were also sad that you will have to leave your baby girl for eight hours a day as you returned to work in a few days. You missed work but you were going to miss Abbey more. Four stopped by and sat with Abbey as you and your mother unpacked and cleaned the apartment she would be staying in right across the hall.

“She is growing like a weed.” Four commented as he kissed Abbey’s fingers.

“Yes she is.”

The tension between you and Four was slowly subsiding with each passing day.

“Are you excited about returning to work? It will be good to have you back.” Four told you as he watched you clean the dust off one of the dressers in your mom’s new room.

“Yes, I am excited. How are the initiates doing?”

“They are doing good.”

You notice a change in Four’s voice so you stopped cleaning and looked over at your former lover.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. What makes you think something is wrong?”

You put down the dust brush, walked over to Four and lifted his chin up to face you.

“I know you Four.”

Four tried to look away but you held his chin firmly. You felt the realization as to why he would not look you in your eyes hit you in the gut.

“What’s her name?”

“She is just an initiate.”

“Just an initiate? I was an initiate. I can tell you like her. Does she feel the same?”

“I think so. It won’t be the same as it was with you and me. I will never love anyone the way that I love you.”

You leaned over and kissed Four on his forehead.

“I am so happy you found someone Four. You deserve happiness. What’s the lucky girl’s name?”

“Tris.”

“Well that’s a pretty name. I bet she is lovely and I can’t wait to meet her.” A slight twinge of jealously stabbed at your heart but you were happy for Four. If anyone deserved love it was him. You wondered how long their relationship was going on and if he told her about you. You wondered if he would ever tell her if he had not done so already. You hoped not as there was no real need too. He was god father to your child and that was all she really needed to know. Lord knows you did not need another woman in Dauntless not liking you.


 You were finally done cleaning your mom’s apartment and you sighed from exhaustion as you flopped down on your couch.

“Mommy is tired baby girl.” Abbey responded to you with a string of coos and gurgles. You looked down at your tablet sitting on the coffee table when you heard the text alert sound.

You smiled at your tablet when you read Eric’s message telling you he would be home for dinner. Your eyes zoned in on the word ‘home’. You were tired and had not plan on cooking anything. You were just going to eat a sandwich but you quickly jumped up from the couch, pulled Abbey’s baby seat with you, headed to take a shower and then to the kitchen to cook for your baby daddy.

You had just finish cooking when you heard the keypad and the door open. The conversation from last night was still fresh in your mind and as you watch him walk in you hoped one day he would be able to say those three important words to you. Eric hung up his jacket, looked you up and down, clenched his jaw in sexual frustration and took a beeline straight to his daughter. Well hello to you too, you thought as you made his plate.

Eric sat down at the dinner table with Abbey sitting on his knee.

“Here let me take her while you eat.” You told him as you place a plate of hot food in front of him. Nodding Eric let you relieve Abbey from his knee. You grabbed your daughter and found your finger nails grazing the back of his neck and you were rewarded with a light shiver before his blue eyes turned to looked up at you. You smiled sweetly down at him before putting Abbey in her baby seat and setting it on rock motion. You grabbed your plate and sat across from Eric.

“Your mom settled in okay?” He asked before stuffing his mouth with steak.

“Yes, she is. I can tell she will miss dad though but he will be here on the weekends and vice versa.”

Eric nodded as he cut more off the steak you cooked for him.

“Are you ready to start back work in soon?”

“Yes.” You replied trying not to stare at his mouth as he chewed and licked his lips. It was becoming a strain on you having him around. His very presence turned you on and you constantly fought at the desire to jump him. However, you were bound and determine to have him concede.

“Y/N?” Eric put his fork and knife down on his plate and sat back in his seat.

You jumped out of your intimate thoughts of him and looked back up in his piercing blue eyes. A seductive smile played on his lips.

“I’m sick of your little game.” Eric turned around and looked at his daughter who had fallen asleep. “Abbey’s asleep. I can relieve some of that stress you are carrying around. All I need is five minutes and I will have you at release. Just say the word Y/N.”

You nearly moan at his words. You were so tired of fighting.

“Stop it Eric.” You told him as sternly as you could. You popped a piece of steak in your mouth and chewed it a little harder than necessary. Eric’s smile widen as he saw how you were fighting what you and him so desperately needed.

“I think I will need more than five minutes. You’re chewing that steak a little too hard. I will have to make you come several times to even come close to getting some of that edge off.”

“Oh my God.” You whispered under your breath as the image of him inside you popped in your head.

Don’t you lose! Don’t you lose! He was so damn cocky and sure of himself which was one of the many reasons you found him attractive but he needed to be brought down a level or two. Having him beg for you would be a start. You both ate in silence but Eric never took his eyes off you and the way he was looking at you had you squirming in your seat. You quickly finish your meal and got up from the table. You needed to get away from his heated gaze. You started to wash your plate when Eric got up, walked up behind you and wrapped his thick arms around your waist.

“Eric what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer but pushed your hair to the side to expose the back of your neck and gently kissed your exposed skin. His kisses turn into licks, his licks turned into soft bites and then back to kisses. You were becoming delirious at how good he felt and you were mad at yourself for allowing a moan or two to escape your lips. Eric spun you around, lifted you up, wrapped your legs around his waist, planted you on the counter and brought his lips to yours. You greedily accepted him.

“Can I take you here?” He whispered against your lips.

“Tell me you want me.” Even though your body was screaming at you your mind held steadfast.

Eric leaned in and kissed you harder and you felt his hard on between your legs. Your body instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist tighter pulling him even closer to you. As you both fucked each other’s mouth Eric started to grind against you and you found yourself bucking up to his grind.

“Oh….uhhh….Eric!” You moaned. He felt so damn good. You missed him. You needed him. His grind increased and you started to feel the familiar feeling of an orgasm rising as your hood piercing was hitting your clit just right. “Oh God Eric!”

“Come for me baby.” Eric nipped your earlobe.

“Eric you need to stop.” You said barely above a whisper. You didn’t want him to stop.

“I just want to see you come. I want to see your face.”

“Eric stop.” You said a little louder as an orgasm was about to grip your body and you pushed Eric away with all your strength.

“Fuck Y/N!!” Eric shouted at you. “You need to fuckin stop this! Do you want me to go to Mandy?”

Your body jerked at the very mention of her name.

“You told me no more other women Eric!” You yelled. How dare he throw her up in your face.

Eric grabbed your chin and lifted your face close to his.

“If you don’t stop this stupid, fuckin game I will go find someone else who would be happy to have me. Trust me Y/N it would be easy to find someone. All the young, new initiates that look at me with ‘fuck me’ eyes all day, every day.”

“You fuckin asshole! You didn’t mean a thing you said to me last night.” You tried to pull your face away from his grasp only to have him grab your chin tighter.

“I meant every word of what I said last night. This is on you. All on you.” Eric let go of your chin, went and kissed his daughter, grabbed his jacket and walked out the door. You still sat on the kitchen counter flabbergasted. That man never cease to amaze you at how well he could push your buttons.

“Asshole!” You shouted at the closed door.


Around two in the morning Abbey’s whimpers woke you up for a feeding. You quickly went to your daughter and was surprise that you didn’t see Eric asleep in her room. You frowned at the empty bed and wondered if he did indeed make good on his threat to hook up with Mandy or one of the initiates. He wouldn’t dare you thought as you nursed Abbey. You knew this was him fucking with you as usual. After Abbey fell back to sleep you grabbed your tablet off the night stand. You stared at it for a long moment before you dialed Eric’s number.

“What!” he answered with a sharp snap. You rolled your eyes, biting your tongue.

“Are you still at work?” You hoped he was at work or home alone and not balls deep in some bitch. There was a long silence on his end.

“Eric?”

“It’s two in the morning why would I be at work?” He sighed frustrated at you.

“Why are you not here? Abbey will miss you tonight.”

“Only Abbey?” Eric inquired.

“You know I miss you.”

“I’ll be there tomorrow. I had things to do tonight.”

“I hope the things you were doing were not another a woman.”

Eric was silent.

“Eric? Are you with someone?” You asked as you started to panic.

“No, Y/N no one is here. I have not been with anyone.” He sighed into his tablet. You sighed with relief. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Without waiting for a reply Eric ended the call. You slammed your tablet back on the nightstand, crawled into bed and became more annoyed at him. To know that he specifically did not come and stay with you and Abbey tonight just to prove some stupid point began to piss you off. He can push your buttons and play silly games with you all he wanted but he will not put Abbey in the middle. Abbey was three months now and knew her father’s face. She was use to him being there when she woke up at night for her feedings. You sat up in bed as your mind started to think of a way you could get back at him. You smiled to yourself as you turned on the lamp on your nightstand. You will send him a pic to remind him just what he was missing out on. You quickly crawled out of bed and at your vanity pulled your hair out of its ponytail, ruffling it a little to add body and applied shimmering lip gloss Jen had brought you.

You pulled your tank top down to show off your ample cleavage. You had pulled it so low it was dangerously close to showing the tips of your areola. Crawling back in bed you put your forearm under your breast, pushed it up and squeezed your breast together. You grabbed your tablet with your free hand and snapped several seductive pictures. Picking the most seductive pic you typed in the text section of the message that you missed him immensely. You grinned as you sent the picture. You saw exactly when he viewed the picture and held your breath waiting for a reply. You saw where he started typing and then he stopped for a long moment and then started typing again.

 Quit fucking around and go to bed.

 His text read. You burst out laughing. That should have him wound up pretty tight tonight. You sat the tablet back on the nightstand, went to your bathroom to wipe the lip gloss off and pull your hair back into a ponytail. You hope Eric has a restless night you thought as you climbed back in bed.

 When Eric opened your message, and saw your selfie he gazed at your picture for a long time as his dick grew harder than a rock.  Your eyes were literally telling him to come fuck you. That little pout you gave with your lips shimmering just begged to be wrapped around his dick. He growled deep in his throat when his eyes landed on your cleavage. You knew exactly what you were doing and it took all of Eric’s strength not to march down to your apartment and give you what you were begging for in this picture.  Eric typed his response to you, threw his tablet on his nightstand and proceeded to his bathroom for a cold shower. He refused to relieve the pressure that was built inside him. The next time he came he would be inside you.  


 

Eric was so busy the next day at work typing up a report he barely was able to keep up with you through the nanny cam. You were a busy bee with cleaning, feeding, washing, and playing with Abbey. Eric did catch himself smiling whenever he heard Abbey’s little laughs and coos.  When he heard your shriek, he stopped typing and quickly looked over at the tablet. He saw you run out of your bathroom soak and wet. What the fuck?! He thought as he watched you quickly pick up your tablet and call maintenance. Listening in Eric gathered a pipe busted in the bathroom. He could not help but smile as you stood soak and wet in just your shorts looking frustrated. Eric zoomed in on your breast and licked his lips as your nipples were hard as a rock. You heard knocking at your door and quickly found a tank top to throw on to answer the door. Eric frowned when he saw the maintenance man walk in behind you with his eyes trained on your ass. You and those damn shorts, Eric thought. The way your ass looked in them was any man’s kryptonite.  Eric watched you exchange pleasantries with the maintenance man, grabbed Abbey and disappear out the room while he went to fix your pipe. Eric went back to typing his report and was nearly done when you came back into the bedroom. The maintenance man was done fixing your pipe and had called you back into your room. Eric, watch you as you walked in holding Abbey. It did not go unnoticed to Eric that the maintenance man was glaring at your ass as you bend forward to put Abbey in her seat and buckle her in.

Eric frowned as you both held a conversation. You laughed at something the man said and you touched one of his shoulders as you continued laughing. What was so damn funny? Eric thought as he watched you on his tablet. His anger started to build up as he watched you on the screen. Were you flirting? Eric, watch you cock your head to the side and twirl on a loose strand of your hair. Son of a bitch! You were fuckin flirting with the man. Eric jumped up from his desk to head to your apartment when Max walked in without knocking. Eric quickly pressed the home button on his tablet to hide the live image of your bedroom.

“Eric, here is the paperwork I need. Look over them, sign them and bring them to my office.”

Fuck!

Eric needed to get to your apartment before the maintenance man left.

“Sure.” Eric took the paperwork and started to review and sign. When he was done, he turned on his tablet and saw that the man was gone. You were getting undress for the bath you tried to take earlier. He decided he would address you later when he figured out how to bring up the topic without alerting you to his camera. However, the maintenance man was a different story. Everyone at Dauntless knew you were his and off limits. After turning in the papers to Max, Eric headed to the maintenance wing.

Eric stomped into the maintenance office and demanded to see the man who fixed your pipe earlier.

“That’s Ray and he has gone home for the day.” Ray’s boss told him. “Can I help you with something sir?”

“You can tell me his apartment number.”

“May I ask why?”

Eric did not respond but just glared until Ray’s boss reluctantly gave him the answer he wanted.

 Ray had just sat down with a sandwich when he got a text alert from his boss stating Eric Coulter was on his way to his apartment.

“Shit!” Ray muttered. Why did he fuckin take the maintenance call to your apartment earlier? He knew why he wanted to see you up close and personal. Everyone in Dauntless knew of the initiate who had two of Dauntless elites fighting over her and eventually giving birth to Leader Coulter’s daughter. Ray had seen you around from afar but he needed to see what was so special about you. He received his answer as soon as you opened your apartment door to him and smiled up at him. You were beautiful and he could not help check you out as he followed you to your room. Eric was definitely a lucky man and Ray knew just being within a few feet of you he could be risking his life. Ray slammed his sandwich on its plate as he heard a set of loud banging at his door. Ray swung the door open to an irate Eric.

“Can I help you?” Ray asked Eric perturbed.

“I don’t want you ever stepping foot in Y/N’s apartment again.” Eric seethed.

“What the hell are you talking about? I was doing my job and if I get another call I will go and do my job.” Ray snapped not backing down. Eric glared at Ray and Ray saw Eric’s eyes turn deadly. Ray knew right then that he was a fool to try to challenge Eric.

“Do you have any idea what I am capable of? You do not look or speak to her ever again. Do you understand me?!”

“Are you threatening me?”

An evil smile played on Eric’s lips. “Do I look like a man who threatens?” Ray realized Eric was not a man who threatens but does exactly what he says he was going to do. Eric Coulter was capable of anything. “Do I? Eric asked again stepping closer to Ray. Ray took a step back. Wow you must be the Hope Diamond for Eric to threaten a stranger to stay away from you Ray thought. Now his interest was really peaked about you.

“You got it Leader Coulter. I will not step foot in Y/N’s apartment or even look at her.” Ray said to appease the angry dauntless leader.

“Oh, and keep her name out your mouth.” Eric snapped before walking away. Ray smiled to himself as he shut his apartment door. Maybe just maybe he might take the next service request he sees for your apartment.

 You had just put Eric’s plate on the table when he walked in. You knew instantly he was in a pissy mood.

He glanced over at you and headed straight for his daughter. As usual when he is in a pissed off mood he didn’t speak to you. Well you will not speak to him then. You decided you will eat your lunch in your room. You didn’t want to be around him when he was in a foul mood. You were just tired and did not have the energy to deal with him.

“Where are you going?” Eric asked as he sat down at the table and saw you head toward your room with your plate.

“To my room.” You replied as you continued to your room.

“Come sit with me.” It wasn’t a demand but an invite. That was a first. You turned around and sat across from him at your table. You both ate in silence for a few moments as you both listen to Abbey’s string of gurgles and oohs and ahhs. Eric looked down at his daughter caressing her cheek. You liked that Eric had pulled the baby seat next to him at the table. He wanted to be near his daughter. You watched him as his mood from earlier faded away as he leaned over and kissed Abbey.

“I saw that you had a maintenance request today.” He stated looking up from Abbey to you.

“Yes I did.” You told him as you stuffed your mouth with mash potatoes not offering him any more explanation.

“What needed to be fixed?”

You put down your fork and looked over at Eric. The tone of his voice was off. This was not just small talk. He was up to something.

“After I had filled the tub for a bath the sink started to make strange noises in the pipes. When I turned the water on it went everywhere. Ray fixed it in no time.”

You saw Eric’s lips curl with disgust at the name Ray. Was he jealous?

“Oh, you on a first name basis with the maintenance man?” he asked with a slight scowl on his face.

He was jealous.

“Are you upset over Ray being in my apartment? Eric, you can’t get upset over someone coming in my apartment to fix something for me. Hell, you can’t be mad at anyone coming into my apartment period. This is my apartment.”

Eric started to argue and you held your hand up to stop him.

“You know I will pack Abbey’s and my shit up in a heartbeat and move out.” You glared at him. Challenging him. Eric decided not to argue as he knew you would do exactly what you said you would do. Without another word to one another you both went back to eating and finished your meals in silence.  As you wash dishes Eric sat and held his daughter before leaving back for work.

You were so engrossed in cleaning and straightening your kitchen you didn’t hear Eric when he walked up to you. When you turned around to find him standing behind you, you nearly jumped out of your skin. You looked up at him not saying a word.

“I might be home late tonight.”

You nodded and returned to your task.

“Will I get another picture of you if it gets too late.”

You turned back to him and shook your head no. “You know who you have waiting for you.”

Eric’s fingers caressed your cheek.

“Indeed I do.” He said softly before planting a soft kiss on your lips. You were almost derailed and fought the urge to just climb him right where you both stood. The affect he had on you will always amaze you. You stood in the kitchen and watch him leave. You stood staring at the door contemplating conceding when he comes home tonight. You physically and mentally could not take it anymore. You needed him. Plain and simple. Abbey’s whimpers brought you out of your thoughts as you rushed to your baby girl.


You gently laid your angel in her crib for the night and checked around her princess theme room to make sure she would have everything she needed to keep her comfortable. You chuckled to yourself as you thought back on the argument you and Eric had about Abbey’s bedroom theme. Of course, you won. If it was up to Eric her room would be dark colors with the Dauntless symbol decorating her walls.  

You cut on her night light, you checked off the list in your head to make sure she would be comfortable as you did every night when you realized she did not have her monitor. You quickly rushed to your bedside and grabbed one of the pair of baby monitors and turned it on. You looked over at the teddy bear Angelina had gave Abbey and decided to put it in her room. You had become fond of the soft, pink teddy bear but it would look better in Abbey’s room and it really did not go with your décor.  You sat the baby monitor down as you grabbed the teddy bear and you heard a faint whirring sound. What the fuck was that? You sat the teddy bear back on the shelf to see if you heard the faint noise again. You looked around your room and you heard it again. Your head jerked to the teddy bear as you realized it was the source of the sound. What was that noise?

You grabbed the stuff animal and turned it around to look at its back. Maybe it was a talking bear and had batteries. You never did really check the bear once Eric put it on the bookcase in your room.

There was no opening for a set of batteries. You knew that sound came from the bear. You picked up the baby monitor and grabbed the teddy bear you were about to cut it open to see what the hell was that noise when you heard a loud feedback from the baby monitor.

What the…

You moved the monitor to the stuff bear again to hear more feedback. As you stood looking at the bear confused it finally clicked that it was a camera. Eric had nanny cam you! Who the fuck did he think he was to do that?! Did he think you could not take care of your child? You sat the bear back on the shelf and stepped away from the bear to not reveal any further that you knew about the camera. He did say it was a gift from his mom. Was this on her? No. You knew the father of your child. This was all him. You grabbed your tablet along with the baby monitor and texted Jen when you went to the nursery.

 For now on walk around in your underwear or nothing at all whenever Abbey is asleep. He will be begging for you in no time.

 Jen’s text read.  You found what she said amusing but it bothered you that he needed to have a camera in your room. Did he think you were still sleeping with Four? You had to think of something that would drive Eric insane. Wait you needed to back up. Could you handle Eric’s wrath right now? You sat on the bed in Abbey’s room and thought long and hard. You would not dare bring Four into your bedroom because you did not love him in that way anymore and you certainly wanted to live to see your daughter grow up. You looked down at your tablet when you heard the text alert.

 Remember that toy party we and the other girls had right before you found out you were pregnant?

Jen’s text read.

Yes.

You still have what you brought?

Yes.

Have your mom keep Abbey tonight. You get naked and use that toy on yourself. You know he will be watching and trust me he will be at your door in seconds. Challenge won!

 Your friend was an evil genius. When your mom arrived you made sure she came into your room holding Abbey and told you that she will bring her back in the morning.

 You walked your mom to the door and as you shut the door behind her you changed the entry code. After a few moments you heard your tablet alert in your room.

What are you doing?

It was Eric. Could he be any more obvious?

About to take a bath. What are you doing?

Working. What else would I be doing? What is Abbey doing?

You turned your back to the camera to hide your smirk.

She is spending the night with mom.

So you let my daughter stay the night with your mom without talking with me first?

You ignored his last text and made sure he saw you put the tablet on the nightstand. Eric mumbled a few curse words under his breath and sat the tablet on a stand next to his computer so he can view your bedroom at all times.

Eric started typing a report for Max when he noticed movement in his peripheral vision on his tablet. You had peeled off your boy shorts, tank top and stood in your underwear while digging for something in one of your drawers. Eric abruptly stopped typing as he watches you pulled out a phallus shaped object. What the fuck? Eric’s mouth fell open as you sat the object on the bed and peeled off your bra and panties. Eric swallowed hard as he looked at your naked body. You were absolutely beautiful. You slowly crawled in the middle of your bed giving Eric a good view of your ample ass. You laid on your back, spread your legs, gently pulled your lips apart and rubbed your clit with your index finger to get your juices flowing for your toy. In a matter of seconds you were wet, you grabbed the toy, pressed the button for vibration, spread your legs wider and slowly eased the toy in your pussy. You moaned as the feeling of being filled felt so good. The toy wasn’t Eric but it would have to do for now. You hoped by the end of the night Eric would be inside you. You started to squirm as you pumped the vibrator inside you. Eric sat frozen staring at the screen. It was intoxicating watching you pleasure yourself as well as pure torture. As Eric cock started to strain against his pants he decided he could not take the need for you anymore. Fuck the gotdamn challenge. Eric at times can be a patient man if he wanted too but he had just run out of patience with you. He did not have an ounce left in him. He was going straight to your apartment and fuck you. Eric quickly shut down his computer, grabbed his tablet and earphones. He did not need anyone hearing your moans as he made his way to your apartment. Eric literally sprinted down the halls as he continued watching you pleasure yourself on his tablet screen. If anyone was in his way they moved quickly out of his way.

Your moans became louder as you pumped the vibrator in and out of your wet pussy. Your climax hit hard and as your eyes rolled in the back of your head and you knew just at that moment what to do to give Eric a taste of his own medicine. As the juices flowed from your body and your walls grabbed onto the vibrator tighter you screeched out Four’s name. Eric stopped dead in his tracks when he heard you call out Four’s name. He watched as you came down from your orgasm, sat up in the bed, looked straight at the teddy bear, lick your lips and smirked. You knew! You fuckin knew about the camera! You bitch! He was going to fuck you up when he gets to your apartment. He was glad Abbey was spending the night with your mom. You were fucking with him and he did not like it.

 You had just put your underwear back on when you heard the sound of the keypad and knew it was Eric. You rushed up to the door as a smile of satisfaction displayed on your face as you heard the loud error beep from him entering the code. You were glad you had changed the code earlier. You heard a string of curse words through the door.

“Y/N!!!” He screamed through the door.

“What?” You yelled back.

“Open this fuckin door!!”

“No!” You stifled a giggle. You frowned when you heard him retreat from your door.

Oh fuck! There was no way Eric would give up that easy.

You went back into your bedroom to throw on some lounge clothes when you heard a loud banging at your door. You threw your clothes on the bed and ran to the front door in your bra and panties.

What in the fuck!

You realized Eric was smashing the code box with something. Before you could type in the code to unlock the door, Eric kicked it in almost hitting you with the door. His eyes were a blazed with fury. You looked down at his right hand and saw a hammer. He literally smashed the code box to get your door open. The door slammed shut behind him as Eric charged to you.

“Eric! What the-” Eric dropped the hammer, grabbed you by your legs and flung you across his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. You kicked and pounded on his back yelling for him to put you down. Eric threw you on the couch. You scrambled in a sitting position as Eric glared down at you.

“You think you’re being fuckin funny?!” Eric leaned over getting in your face.

“What are you talking about?” Trying your best innocence act.

“Oh you want to act dumb now. You know what the fuck I’m talking about.” Eric roared at you.

“I have no idea what you are talking about Eric. Spill it out!” You shouted at him.

“Did you know about the camera when the maintenance man came to fix the pipes? Were you trying to make me jealous or just acting like a whore.”

Your body instinctively jerked at the word ‘whore’ and you hauled back and slapped him across his face.

“You son of a bitch!” You moved to slap him again when he grabbed your wrists. You began kicking him, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards on your coffee table with you on top of him.

The wooden table did not stand a chance under both of your weight and shattered to pieces. You were undeterred by the coffee table and took the opportunity when Eric let go of your wrist to punch him in the mouth.

Eric quickly rolled you over and pinned your hands to the floor. You winced as pieces of shattered wood dug into your back, your butt and the back of your thighs. You both were breathing heavy glaring at each other.  Staring into his beautiful blue eyes and his weight on top of you caused your core to clench and you instinctively licked your lips which caused a primal growl to escape Eric’s lips just before crashing his lips down on yours. Eric’s tongue probed your mouth deeply, exploring your entire mouth. As he kissed you one of his hands dug into the wooden shards to support himself as he used his other hand to unbutton his pants. He pulled from your mouth and pulled his pants and boxers down to reveal his massive hard on.

Eric pulled at your underwear and with one strong jerk ripping them off causing you to yelp. That will leave a sight burn on your waist bone. You squirmed under him in anticipation.

“Don’t you dare fuckin move!”

“Tell me you want me. Tell me you need me!” You moaned as you lifted up to lick and then bite his neck. Eric shook his head no in defiance. You started to push him off you.

“Y/N! Don’t!” Eric’s voice was full of lust as he grabbed your hips to keep you in place. Eric took his time and slowly took in every single curve on your splendid body. As he watched you a simple moan escaped the back of your throat and Eric knew at that moment you had the power to make him beg for your pussy.

“Eric! Tell me you want me!” You grabbed one of his hands and put it on your hot and wet pussy. Eric groaned as he inserted two of his fingers inside you. Your walls gripped his fingers and you let out a loud moan deep in your throat and when he looked into your eyes you saw in his that he had finally conceded.

“If you want this pussy Eric tell me you want me and you need me.” You demanded refusing to back down.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Eric cursed as he buried his face in your neck. “I need you!” He mumbled against your neck before biting down sending shivers up and down your body.

“What I can’t hear you?!” You gasped with a smile playing on your lips. Eric lifted up and looked you deep in your eyes. His eyes were blazed with fire, his skin flushed  as his need and desire for you threaten to spill all over you without him even being inside you. His jaw clenched as his eyes bore deep into yours.

“I need you Y/N. I want you.” Eric finally admitted his voice full of need.

“Challenge won.” You smiled up at him. Eric growled as he pulled back and in one swift motion filled you to the hilt. You let out a small cry of pleasure with slight pain. The sensation of your pussy being stretched so wide almost sent you into an instant orgasm.

You forgot how full he always made you feel. It was a feeling you vowed never to deny yourself again.

“I’m going to fuck that smile off your face!” His voice a deep baritone filled with lust.

“Bring it!” You challenged as you spread your legs wider for your man, your walls tightening and gripping him, pulling him even deeper inside you. Eric beat your walls harder than he had ever before. It had been way to long without you he thought as his thrust quicken and became harder.

“Fuck you are so tight!” Eric groaned. “How can you be so tight just having my baby?” Eric pumped deep into you as you leaned up into his ear and purred. “I will always be tight and right for you Eric.” Your teeth clamped on the barbell in his right earlobe and pulled gently as you nipped it. Hearing you say you would always be ready for him stirred something inside Eric causing him to push in even further inside you and to show just how tight you were your walls grabbed his thick cock. You were awarded with a string of moans and groans of pleasure with a few curse words in between.  Smacking sounds and heavy breathing filled the living room.

“Come for me Y/N.” Eric whispered in your ear as he reached down and pulled on your hood piercing and rubbed your harden nub. The combination of him telling you to come and his fingers on your clit sent you over the edge and you felt the ripples of your orgasm seize you. Your nails dug into Eric’s muscular back and you knew it would leave a mark even though he still had on his black t-shirt.

Eric knew you were coming as your pussy became even wetter and more slippery.

You literally screamed his name as you came. Your eyes began to water as you rode out your orgasm. Lifting one of your legs for deeper access Eric’s frantic thrusts let you know he was on the verge of coming. You watched with excitement and pleasure as Eric’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and his body shuddered. You were thrilled you still had this power over him. As Eric came with each spasm he shot loads of cum deep within you. Tears rolled down the side of your face as he collapsed on you causing your skin to dig deeper into the broken wood. You barley noticed the pain as you silently cried. You were happy and content. Eric lifted up after he caught his breath and looked at you. He knew your tears were not tears of sadness. Without a word he leaned down and kissed and licked them away. Eric’s mouth moved to your lips and he softly pulled on your bottom lip giving it a little nip with his teeth. Neither of you had the need to say anything to one another as Eric kissed your lips and made his way to your collar bone. You moaned as you felt him become hard again inside you. You bucked up toward him ready for round two when he slowly pulled out of you.  Eric pulled his pants and boxers off his body and rose up from on top of you and rid himself of the of his shirt. You laid spent on the shattered coffee table ruins. He really laid it on you. You gazed up at him as he stood looking down at you. He was breathtaking as his cock swung up, vein-covered and hard. He reached his hand out to you and you grabbed it tightly as he lifted you off the floor with ease. As your adrenaline subsided a little, the pain from the coffee table began to stab at your back. Noticing the frown on your face Eric turned you around and brushed off any wood shards from your back. He leaned over and licked and kissed each bruise he saw. You closed you eyes and focused on how good his tongue and lips felt on your back.

“Take off your bra and go to the arm of the couch.” Eric instructed. “I’m not nearly done with you.”

(Trust me there is more smut!)


You woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon. You were disoriented for a second as you tried to figure out why your apartment smelled of bacon. You reached over for Eric to find his side of the bed cold and empty. You rolled over and lifted your tablet to see the time. It was pass nine-thirty and you had not slept this late since having Abigail. Eric really wore you out. As you sat the tablet back on your nightstand you noticed a glass of water and two pain pills. You grabbed the pills and chased them down with the cool water. You braced yourself as you slowly crawled out of bed. Your body ached all over especially your center. You hope the meds will work fast.

“Breakfast!” You heard Eric call. How did he know you were up? Wait….Eric made breakfast? You slowly walked to the bathroom to freshen up and throw on some lounge clothes. Slowly shifting into the kitchen, you stopped at a standstill as you watch Eric put a plate of food on each end of the table. What the hell was going on? Eric rarely cooked for you. He did cook for you when you were recuperating from Raven’s wrath and as soon as you were able to stand up and move around he had stopped.

“Are you working today? It’s Saturday?”

“I always work. You know that. Now sit.”

You looked at the hard wood seating that made up your chairs at your table set. There was no way you would be able to sit down without being in uncomfortable pain. Seeing your hesitation and discomfort Eric grabbed a pillow off the couch.

“Did you take the pain pills?” He asked as he put the pillow on the chair for you. You nodded yes as you slowly sat down. You shyly looked up at Eric as you were always slightly embarrassed to physically show just how much he had ravished your body. A slight smile of amusement caressed his lips as he knew you were embarrassed. You had no idea how hard it was for him to get up this morning as well. Eric was used to working his muscles with exercise and sex and expected a little soreness but for the first time in his life someone had fucked him into another stratosphere and his body screamed with every movement. Eric always knew you had a tiger inside you but he had to admit you shocked him last night and he was not easily shocked. You had pulled out your claws and showed exactly what you were made of. It was a complete contrast to the shy woman in front of him now.

As he watched you eat he found it a humorous that you had no idea the deeper imprint you left on his very existence. Yes, you won the challenge and he knew you found joy in that victory but last night became more than some stupid challenge to him. You swallowed him whole last night. Your essence, your soul, your very being and he could not get enough of you. The very thought of him ever losing you caused him pause and frighten him. The feeling was worse than the night you were stabbed and he thought he lost you and his child or the pain he would never outwardly admit he felt when he saw how bad he hurt you when you found Mandy between his legs or when you went back to Four. So as usual he refused to dwell on any type of pain or feelings. He did what he did best, he compartmentalize the feeling and cause his own share of pain on someone. That is exactly what he did to you when he let Mandy play house with him. However all that changed as soon as he pulled his daughter into this world.  You looked up at him and smiled causing his heart to pump harder in his chest. Eric as usual kept his face hard as stone successfully hiding the reaction of something as minute as your smile had on him. Eric knew he would never allow anyone to know they had any type of power over him and you certainly had a power over him. He already told you that you had his heart and he would not give you any hint that you had much more than that. You both ate in a comfortable silence. Eric was done eating before you and got up from the table.

“I’ll have someone come and clean up the coffee table and bring another one.” He told you looking away from your beautiful face to the mess on the living room floor.

“Thank you.” You said barley above a whisper as your mind remembered the pieces of wood stabbing your back as he drove himself deep inside of you. Eric returned his gaze to you just as your body shivered at the memory.

“You cold?” He asked walking up to you.

“No. I’m fine.” You looked up and your eyes wandered to the red bite marks and hickeys on his neck that aligned between his neck tattoo. You also saw your nail indents and scratches along his forearms.

Eric was about to respond when you both heard someone knock on your door.

“It’s mom. Oh my God the table! The smash keypad!” How on earth were you going to explain that? Eric put his plate in the sink completely ignoring your current state of panic. You stood up from the table just as your mom used her backup key and walked in with Abbey.


 (Look who is back.)

You started to sprint to get to work in a timely manner. You would have to cut across the chasm to get to your office faster. You smiled when you saw Tris walking toward you.

“Hey Tris! You heading to training?” You stopped and gave her a quick hug.

“Yeah. I had to escort one of the initiates to the infirmary. I’m glad it wasn’t me this time.” Tris said smiling at you.

“Oh, I remember those days. It seems like yesterday I saw my fair share of the inside of the infirmary due to training.” You frown when you saw the smile leave Tris’s face. Out of your peripheral vision you saw someone running up on you and Tris. You turned around in time to see Mandy throw liquid from a glass bottle at you. You instinctively turned your back to shield Tris and to keep whatever was being thrown at you from hitting your face. As the liquid hit your back burning through your shirt it took a second for your brain to register that she just threw acid at you. A howl came from your mouth as the acid ate at your upper back. You grabbed the chasm railing to keep from falling over.

 “Tris! Run!” You shouted. Tris took off back toward the infirmary to grab someone for help just as Mandy charged at you and knocked you on your back. You screamed in pain as the rough steel of the chasm’s bridge scraped your back. As much pain as you were in you were able to block most of her punches. It didn’t take long for Mandy to get the upper hand as she straddled you and rain down hard punches to your ribs and face.

“He is mine! Not yours!” She screamed at you. You were able to get a punch to Mandy’s face hitting and splitting her bottom lip. You had to get her off you before you both fell off into the chasm. You head butted her head stunning her enough where she fell backwards off you. Mandy quickly grabbed the railing as she rolled off the chasm.

“Oh God! Don’t let me fall! Please don’t let me fall!” Mandy screamed as she held onto the railing. “Help me!”

You got on your knees and reached down and grabbed one of her hands.

“Thank you! Thank you!” Mandy said in relief as she felt you lifting her up. Her other hand let go of the railing and grabbed your wrist as you grabbed her forearm with your other hand for a better grasp to pull her up. You started to pull up with all your strength ignoring the pain you were in. As you pulled her up you looked at her face and for a split second a wicked smile displayed on her face. My God! This woman was certifiable. You knew at that moment she would stop at nothing to hurt or kill you. You thought of Abbey and Eric as you let go of her forearm and your hand began to relax its grip in her hand. It was either going to be her or you that would end up dead. It sure hell was not going to be you. Mandy eyes widen in fear as she saw the stone expression that surfaced on your face and felt your hand letting go of hers.

“No! No! Don’t!” She shrieked as she tried to tighten her grip on your wrist. You could feel her hands slipping from your grip. You started to pull from her grasp. “You bitch! I hate you!” she roared as she realized that you intended to let her fall.

That was the final nail in her coffin. You yanked your hand from her grasp and froze as you heard her screams as she fell into the chasm. Her screams seem to go on forever until you heard her body hit the rocks. You couldn’t move as your body was frozen in place as you stared down at her mangled body. Your mind was trying to comprehend that you just killed someone when you felt an arm wrap around your waist and pull you from the edge of the bridge.

“Y/N?! Y/N?! What happen?” Eric’s voice slowly reached your brain and registered. You looked up at him slightly confused. The adrenaline you had felt started to subside and the pain from your acid burn on your back came back in full force. It hit you so hard that your body and mind could not cope and you started to scream in agony as you grasped at your shirt trying to tear it off your body. Eric quickly turned you around and saw the acid eating through your shirt.

“Shit!” Eric grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head.

“Eric what happened?!” Four jogged up to you and Eric. Four stopped short when he saw you screaming in pain in just a black bra. “What happen to her?!” Four started to panic seeing you in such pain. Eric bent down, lifted you by the back of your legs and swung you over his shoulder. He did not want to aggravate your back as blisters were starting to form.

“Oh my God!” Four gasped as he looked down in the chasm and saw Mandy’s lifeless body. “It’s Mandy.”

“What?!” Eric quickly looked over the chasm as he started for the infirmary. “Fuck!” What did you do? Eric took off as fast as he could to the infirmary. Your cries turned into loud whimpers

“Y/N concentrate on my voice. Don’t focus on the pain. Just concentrate on my voice. We are almost there.” Eric proceeded to talk to you as he rushed to the infirmary and you tried hard to zone out the pain and concentrate on his voice. Just when you thought you could not take it anymore and was going to slip out of consciousness Eric crossed the threshold of the infirmary. Dr. Davis was on duty and saw Eric as soon as he entered.

“What happen?!” He asked as he rushed up to you and Eric.

“Her back. It looks like some type of sulfuric acid.” Eric told him.

“Gurney!” Dr. Davis called out. In seconds, you were lying in a prone position in the gurney. You closed your eyes and grit your teeth as they pushed you into a room with Eric close behind. You screamed as a nurse unclasped your bra and some skin came off with the bra band.

You let out a louder cry of pain as the doctor flushed and irrigated your back with water.

“I know it hurts Y/N but we have to get the acid off your back before it completely eats through your skin.”

“Give her something more for the pain!” Eric yelled in frustration. It pained him to see you in pure agony. Dr. Davis instructed one of the nurses to administer a strong narcotic analgesic. It took instant effect and Eric sighed with relief as your eyes close into unconsciousness. Here you were fighting for your life yet again because of him. He knew that Raven and Mandy were crazy but he was not aware they were at the level of crazy to come after you like they did.

The first face you saw when you came to was Eric’s.

“Don’t move.” He told you as you tried to sit up. You realize you really could not maneuver as you felt the bandaging wrapping around the top part of your torso.

“Abbey?” You asked hoarsely.

“She is fine. She is with your mom. They were here earlier but I sent them home until you wake up. I didn’t want Abbey here. Y/N, I need you to listen to me. I know you are in pain and groggy from the meds but I need you to listen to me carefully.” Eric leaned in closer to you. “Max and a couple of leaders were here earlier to see you and I need you to tell me what happen. They have video of the attack. I watched the video and you can see where she grabbed the railing when she rolled off the chasm. The angle of the camera only shows your back and it shows a quick jerk of your arm as if you snatched your hand away. This leaves the question if you let Mandy go on purpose or if she slipped from your grasp.”

“She was going to kill me.” You told him before a spasm of coughs hit you because of your dry throat. Eric poured you a cup of water from the pitcher that was sitting on a tray at the end of your bed. You gulped it down in two large swallows.

“She fell from your grasp as the pain from your back caused your grip to weaken and you know longer had the strength to pull her up. That is what you will tell them. Do you understand me?” You felt pain in your hand and looking down you realize Eric had it in a death grip. As the fog of the medicine began to wear off more you realize Eric had fear in his eyes. That was one emotion you never thought you would see from him. He was afraid for you.

Another Guardian Angel Fic

Summary: Dan has a guardian angel blah blah blah

Word Count: 3k

TW: underage drinking + hints at molestation almost happening (attempted non-con/drugging)

i found this in my drafts from like a year ago??? and since then i’ve written another guardian angel fic?? anyway this is also a guardian angel fic with a different premise from forever ago

Keep reading

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A/N : This is my first time writing something like this (pre smut i guess ) so please bear with me  as i make my way up the smut ladder. ;)


Your hands were running down the black pole as your hips swayed downwards, following the rhythm of the music. Your eyes flickered open to settle upon the hungry dark blue ones that looking directly at you. You bit your lip as you unbuttoned your white button down painfully slow, not breaking eye contact.

‘Wait till you uncuff me, baby.’ he warned, tugging at his left hand that was cuffed to the armrest. You giggled, stepping down from the build in dancing pole he had installed for ‘workout routines.’ 

In a swift movement, you were straddling him on the leather chair. His right hand that was not cuffed gripped your waist down but you playfully swatted it away. ‘No, no, no. Daddy’s not touching anything just yet.’ you purred. He smirked in return, eye glistening in excitement. Running your hands through his hair, you rocked your hips in a circular motion, grinding onto him through his boxers.

‘Doll’ he moaned, darkly. You then pulled his lips to yours, pressing into the sloppy yet lustful kiss. 

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Holding onto his jaw, you kissed down his neck and chest, slowly kneeling in front of him in the process. Your hands rested on his thighs when you looked up at him, innocently.  ‘Do you want me?’ you inquired, tracing the outline of his boxer. ‘Yes, fuck yes.’ 

Without warning, you pulled the fabric down, earning a loud gasp from him. The joker threw his back in pleasure, chest already heaving up and down. 

‘Happy birthday, daddy.’ you wished.

That was the last thing you said before feeling the warmth of his right hand roughly grabbing a fistful of your hair behind your head.

Originally posted by fotokopicibierkek

A/N : HOW WAS IT?! PLEASE SEND ME FEEDBACK.  also, i want to admit something. Im so sorry but i don’t think there will be a next time part 3. Please let me explain. I have spent the last two days trying to make it but the storyline was just so bad. My drafts didn’t make any sense and the characters were not growing. Please trust me when i say that I legit spent 3 hours on one version and deleted it all cause it had no direction. I didn’t want to spoil two amazing parts with one forced, badly written one. I truly want to write the best for yall who have been the most supportive and lovely peeps. I’m so sorry to have disappointed yall. Hopefully this will make up for it. Really, i am truly honestly so sorry, please dont be angry :( 

concept: shitty dirkjohn vampire au where dirk is like, trying so be like some scary creature of the night but john just. doesnt give a shit. he just isnt scared. at all. and like, dirk is hundreds of years old and is so used to ppl being scared of him bc and hes just getting so irritated because NOTHING is scaring this kid, this hasnt happened to him before, why isnt he scared of him???

Picture Perfect (pt. 6)

PT. 1 | PT. 2 | PT. 3 | PT. 4 | PT. 5 | PT. 6 | PT. 7

Reader x Yoongi

Plot: After finding yourself in the same situation day after day, a stranger with a camera happens to change up everything with just a snap of a button and a lot of misunderstandings.

Genre: Drama/Romance

WARNING: that smut/really angsty

Count: 9,337

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A/N: This has been in my drafts for like… two… (??) weeks now? I’m also dead on in the inside from writing this.

“He Keeps Eating All My Toaster Strudels.”

Monday morning came after a day of nothing but laying in my bed.

The alarm went off; I grunted and contemplated calling in sick; rolled out of bed and showered – the usual routine. I didn’t even have to wake up really early, I just didn’t want to wake up in general. Every single time the horrifying bells woke me up I swore I had a heart attack.

It will be the death of me.

At work I was surviving off my employee-discounted coffee. Caffeine was my only motivation. Thank God mornings were slow – only an old couple and someone around their early twenties stopped by. Usually I would complain about being bored, but right now it was paradise to be able to lean against the kitchen door and just relax.

Sooo slow, yeah?” The cook, Seokjin, sat down on a nearby chair, “I hate just standing around doing nothing. It makes me wanna rip my hair out – ya’ know?”

“Oh boy, do I.” I smiled as I straightened up, “It’s also nice though. I don’t mind not having pissed off customers screaming in my face. I’d rather have my ears on my head and not their spit.”

Seokjin chuckled, “Luckily I don’t get to deal with those gems. I’d end up whacking them with my spatula and losing my job.” He scratched his neck and closed his eyes; a drowsy appearance swept over, “I’m surprised you still have yours.

“What does that mean?”

“Well, I figured you’d gotten a least a dent in the payments by now,” an eye opened, “for at least some credits or a dorm room or something. You’ve been here way longer than I have.”

Shit, I forgot he knew. “Oh… yeah. Well, I guess I just haven’t really looked into all what I have. I still need to pay rent and buy food and stuff. It takes a while.” Shrugging, I slid down the frame and pulled my knees to my chest, “And that’s the best case scenario – what if I don’t even get accepted? I’m old for going to college.”

“Ya! Don’t say that.” He pouted, folding his arms, “I still want to go and I’m what, two or three years older than you? You’re making me feel historic…”

“Seokjin don’t say that. You look much too young for your age.” I smiled.

“You’re much too formal – it’s fine to just be casual. We’re friends, yeah?” He returned the grin and stood up, “Someone’s here. I heard the bell.”

“Yeah…” I also stood, smiling more but this time to myself, “we are.”

I yawned and rubbed my eyes – I didn’t even bother putting on any make-up this morning. The customers are welcome to not stare at my face then. Practically falling through the doors, my feet carried me to the cash register and I lazily glanced around to see how many bodies had shuffled in. I only caught one sliding into a booth and my hand reached for a menu as I picked a pen up.

Man, I need more coffee.

“Hello, how may I help you…” I could feel my smile falter, “…Yoongi?”

“What’s up?” Gums appeared from behind his lips as I gently set the menu on the table, “I just want coffee. It’s early.”

“I’ll be right back with that for you.” As hard as it was, I managed to still sound at least somewhat professional. “Nothing else? No water?” My heels turned quickly as soon as he shook his head; my legs stiff. Yet you still avoid his gaze – how rude.

His expression evened out as he looked at me again, fingers carefully raising from his side to brush a strand of soaking hair behind my ear, before it retracted.

I can’t get enough of you.”

The words echoed in my mind. They rang through my body as he quickly looked away and excused himself from the bathroom. They spread throughout my chest as I turned off the water and drowsily dried myself. They appeared on the mirror as I wrapped myself in a robe. They shook the walls as I carried myself to my bedroom. They came from his soft breathing I heard in the living room as I passed by.

I threw on clothes and my fingers messily combed through my hair as I tried to fix it even though I knew it was pointless. Staring at my bed, my first thought was sleep – but it quickly drifted to Taehyung and I whipped my head around as I searched my cell phone. Even though rationally I knew I could just speak with him in the morning, I felt like it had to be done right now. It’s the least you could do. After minutes of searching, I ended up by the couch; staring at a sleeping body. I hesitated poking him – who knew what he would react like? For all I knew he could rip my finger off… how did he manage falling asleep that fast anyways?

“What are you doing Y/N.” It spoke and I jumped back – my finger safe for now. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, Jesus Christ you scared me.” I rubbed my face, wrapping an arm around myself, “I just wanted to know where my phone was. I need to check on Taehyung.”

“Oh… oh! Yeah, it’s on the kitchen-island-thing. Sorry, I should have told you.” He shuffled, turning around so he could look at me. I thanked him softly – my attention fully on a counter with my lump of a jacket sitting on-top.

The footsteps seemed louder than normal – even if was just my bare feet. Everything seemed loud. Everything seemed stiff. My thumb flipped through the pass-code and scrolled through contacts until his name popped up. Instinctively I pressed call and held the phone to my ear. My eyes wandered around the kitchen as it rang a few times before I heard a click.

“Y/N! How was your shower? How are you doing? It’s so late, why aren’t you sleeping? You need sleep! Is Yoongi back yet? I told him to grab… oh, well I guess he is or you wouldn’t have your phone.” The voice in the receiver was rushed, a grin sneaking onto my lips as caution dripped from his words.

“It was really nice Tae – I just got out like two minutes ago. You’re not my mom, stop telling me when to go to bed.” It felt weird talking so loud and cheerful. Silence was hovering through the entire apartment not yet a minute ago but here I was. “I’m okay, I feel better. Thank you for taking me home…”

“No, no, please don’t thank me. It was my pleasure to take you home. I just wanted you safe. Yoongi will keep you safe too – he’s really pissed about what happened. I am too.” Taehyung seemed to be starting to calm down. Calming down? “I’m not going to drag on about it though, don’t worry. No one has to know if you don’t want them to.”

“I know… thank you.” I suddenly became hyper-aware of Yoongi laying on the couch behind me. “How do you know he’s pissed? He seems the same to me.” My voice lowered slightly; I tried to curl into the phone so Yoongi wouldn’t be able to hear me.

“Just trust me. I’ve seen him upset a few times – except it was at me. He’ll be nice to you though; if he’s not I’ll personally come over and kick his ass.” It sounded like he was walking through his house, most likely going to his bedroom since it was really late. Now I feel bad for keeping him awake. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, of course. I’m fine. I just really want to sleep this off. I’m sorry I was such a wreck earlier.” A chill ran through my spine and damn, I needed to turn up the heat. The tile floor wasn’t helping much, either. “I didn’t mean to just… yeah. Just sorry.”

“Why the fuck are you sorry?” The shuffling stopped and Taehyung voice snapped. At you. “Don’t you dare apologize. You aren’t the one who needs to say sorry. That fucking breaks my heart that you think you need to ‘say sorry’. You were not a wreck. If anything, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize you were gone earlier. I’m so sorry that happened.”

“Tae, don’t be sorry. I’m not your responsibility. I’m just happy you showed up when you did. I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t.” The words struggled coming out as my throat began clenching around them. Don’t you dare cry again. “Thank you so much.”

“Of course. It is my responsibility to take care of you since you’re my best friend. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N. I love you so much.” The shuffling resumed and his voice was muffled. Just breathe. “Get some sleep. If you need me just pick up your phone.”

“I love you too,” my elbows touched the counter, “you get some sleep too,” suddenly all my weight was on my arms. “Thank you.” Just breathe. I somehow ended the call – or maybe he did. I couldn’t remember alone let alone form a coherent thought. Taehyung’s right, I sniffled, just sleep. My eyes shut tight and automatically my fists came to my cheeks. Calm down, why are you even crying? He was pissed off? Because of you? This is all because of you, you know that right?

The couch creaked and before I could turn around, my back was pressed against a chest and Yoongi’s arms enclosed around my own, “Hey, hey.” The contact shocked me, making me flinch and attempt to pull away. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not gonna do anything. I’m an asshole, not a pervert.”

I knew he was only trying to make me laugh, but in the end my heart felt like it had just gotten stabbed because holy shit, Hoseok. I felt like such a piece of shit standing there in the kitchen just crying for some reason. Stop. I held my breath since you can’t cry if you’re not breathing. In the shower my tears were from the shock but now I was finally realizing what had just happened. I was digesting everything. Hoseok wouldn’t do that, why would he do that? Why would he -

“Don’t hold your breath, you’re going to pass out.” I could feel the heat from his mouth in my ear, which helped distract me from the ache in my lungs that was beginning to form. “Y/N – breathe.”  

He’d probably love for you to pass out. Everyone’s had enough of your crying for one night. You’re crying because one of your best friend’s almost just rapped you, yet all you ever do is sulk about how no one ever gives you attention? All your negativity does is give you negative attention. You deserve this. You brought this upon yourself. How can anyone respect you after this one? By becoming a doctor? You don’t make enough – you’ll never achieve your dreams or respect.

“No, no, no.. Shit.” His arms where shaking me, trying to break from me from my stubbornness. “Let it go. You’re just going to hurt yourself – focus on me, please.” Yoongi’s shaking only grew with each time he repeated himself.

See what you’re doing now? You’re freaking someone out. You’re fucking doing harm to everyone around you now. The only person who can stand to live with you is gone after this, sweetheart. Your time is up. Why would he want to stay around someone who can’t even breathe on their own? “I can’t get enough of you”? More like “I can’t wait until I leave”.

“Stop. Please stop.” Now he was rocking me side to side in a death grip, “Whatever is going on, it doesn’t matter. You know what does? Breathing. Don’t worry about anything else.” A whimper left through my wrists, my hands still fists on my eyes. “Yes, that’s it. Good job, you’re doing good. Just keep focusing on me.” His praises kept flowing out his mouth as more air escaped from mine until a sob eventually wrecked my body.  

God damn it, Y/N.

As quickly as I gasped he spun me around and buried my head in his chest. Yoongi’s hand soothingly rubbed my back which ended up coaxing more strangled groans from my throat. The hands at my face dropped down and clenched around his shirt; all he did in response was shush me repeatedly.

Eventually the voice disappeared – or maybe it didn’t. I just couldn’t hear what it was yelling at me anymore. Still though, the ache in my lungs was replaced with the betrayal stinging in my heart and my hands didn’t grab for something to hold onto but instead just for comfort – which happened to be the shirt I was crying into. But the more I cried into the shoulder the more pathetic I ended feeling. Just look at what you’re doing.

“I.. M’sorry. S-stop, I’m ruining your sh-shirt.” My fingers dug into his stomach in a weak attempt to push him away. “M’s-so sorry you h-had to do this.” I leaned away from him. Get him away from you, stop being so needy – it’s annoying.

“No, you stop,” the arms tightened around me, “stop apologizing. You didn’t do anything. First you apologize to Taehyung and now me – stop. You don’t need to say anything. What you need to do is just let me help you. It’s okay to cry, it’s normal. You should cry; it’ll make you feel better.” He rested his head on mine, and he surprisingly sounded grounded despite what was happening.

Time ticked away as we stayed slightly rocking in the kitchen. The cold-ass kitchen. Slowly but surely my weeping quieted and evened out until all that was left was occasional sniffling.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi mumbled. I couldn’t help but feel jealous at how easily he seemed to be breathing, but nodded anyways. “Are you tired?”

“Yeah.” I was shocked at my own voice. I didn’t sound like myself. “I am.”

He nodded, lifting his head and letting go of me slightly just to begin leading me from the kitchen and down the hallway. The entire time his arm was wrapped around my shoulders as if he trying to steady me. Which I didn’t mind much since fuck, I’m exhausted.

He opened and closed the door, directing us toward the bed. My knees gave out and I rolled onto the mattress, lifting the covers up and over myself. Yoongi was standing awkwardly to the side when I looked over, a forced smile appearing when our eyes met, “Do you need anything?”

“No.” Nodding, the male turned around slowly but the second he took a step my heart began racing.

Haha, look he’s leaving you. Doesn’t this seem familiar? A little too familiar? You know the second that door closes so does all the communication between you two. Didn’t you see his face? He’s done. Taehyung’s probably never going to talk to you over tonight, either.

“He-hey, wait. Yoongi?” I shut my eyes.

“…Yeah?”

“Could you stay in here?” Peeling my lids open, I slid lower into the sheets. “Ju-just until I fall asleep.” He turned a little, just so he could barely look at me. “Never mind. That’s… stupid. Yeah just – sorry, I –“

“Yeah, I will.” He scratched his head, licking his lips. “Should I just sit on the bed or…”

“Whatever you want.” I feel bad enough for asking.

He walked around to the other side of bed, sitting down and then scooting more towards where I was laying down. Pulling his knees up, his eyes avoided me. He seems so awkward. It was as if an hour ago in the shower had never happened and it was back to whatever was between us again. Then again, what you asked him to do was pretty awkward.

Slowly, my fingers inched toward the hand that was closest to me, my head turned slightly so he wouldn’t see what I was doing. Once my fingers touched his knuckles, his head sharply turned and he stared at the action. What are you doing? My fingers continued trailing upwards until they reached his wrist, before gently wrapped around it and tugging it slightly towards me.

His eyes drifted up and bore into mine as a “Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” but I quickly shook my head to excuse the lewd thought that crossed probably both of our minds. Tugging again, he gave in this time and leaned in towards me and propped himself on an elbow before I rolled over and latched onto his chest.

I don’t give a fuck if he hates cuddling.

“Here you go…” I felt rude not being able to meet his eye, but in the moment focusing on just sitting the damn coffee cup down right was more important. After all, I’d rather not take a broken mug out of my check. “Are you sure you just want coffee? We have food, too.”

Yoongi lifted the menu, offering it, “M’fine, but thanks.”

“I’ll be back to check up on you later, then. You know it’s job to get you to buy as much as possible.” I placed the coffee thermos near the pile of napkins.

“How late is ‘later’?”

I paused, what? “I, uh… ten minutes? Why?”

“Drinking coffee alone sucks.” His voice pouted, “Plus you left early and I haven’t seen you leave your room.” I looked up.

“Sorry. I didn’t…” I glanced around the tables for my boss, “I didn’t really know what to say so I stayed in my room yesterday.” The last thing I wanted was for him to think I was ungrateful, so I ended up taking the seat across from him. “Thank you, by the way. What I asked was really weird – what I did was weird.”

His smile returned, “No problem. I don’t think it was that weird. I mean, I’ve definitely done some ‘weird’ stuff to you.”

I leaned on my hand, “So we’re even?” He shrugged. “Neat. Let’s never bring it up again, yeah?”

“Only for revenge.” Yoongi winked, bringing the mug to his lips.

As nervous as I was for technically taking a “break” and risking being caught, it felt good to clear things up with him. What mattered more was the ease of my anxiety from being “abandoned” or whatever. Though, the more he kept staring at me the more I felt bad for not putting on make-up in the first place. How ironic.

“Wh-why are you here?” Adverting my eyes, I broke the silence. “It’s early – for you.”

“Oh.” Yoongi froze. “Right… about that. I, uh,” from the corner of my eye I saw him nervously lick his lips and lean back into the cushion, “I have a doctor’s appointment. And it takes, like, two or some hours to get there and… uh, well then I have to sit in the waiting room and then deal with the doctors and then… yeah, you know what I mean? So that’s why I’m up this ‘early’.”

Oh.

“So you came to get coffee? We have coffee at the apartment. I know you know that, too – since you always fucking drink all of it.” Forcing a laugh out hurt this time. Shit, was that wrong? “Wait, no. That came out wrong. I’m sorry. I meant more of an ‘oh, why waste the money?’ The coffee here isn’t any better.” Nice save, Y/N.

“No I know what you meant.” Surprisingly he chuckled, “I just wanted to see if it’s improved. Which it has – it’s not as bitter, though it has room to improve.”

“We have cream and sugar, don’t know why you’re still complaining.” I unconsciously bit my lip. “Then again you really like to, so.”

“Well I do like my coffee like I like my women,” he smirked as I raised my eyebrow, “’bitter’.”

My jaw dropped, “Am I bitter?” Did he mean that about me?

Yoongi shrugged, “Sometimes. Though I wasn’t talking about you.”

Ouch.


I returned to shift promptly after because wow, that was rude. I also wouldn’t have enjoyed getting caught taking an unscheduled “break”. Ten minutes later Yoongi left, and while leaning up the booth I found myself cursing him out for not even leaving me a tip. He happily raises not only my water but also electricity bill and doesn’t have the decency to help out. Shrugging it off, I quickly became distracted when another older couple came in.

The rest of the day was a blur. Things started picking up around four when kids got out of school and parents got off work. More than a couple of times I was surprised to find myself envying the families. I couldn’t say I wanted that life, but I wouldn’t hate it. Perhaps it was just myself longing for my parents. We used to do that. Ironically instead of enjoying the time I had with them, I moved away as quickly as I could. How cliché.

Serving them was the hardest part. My first-hand experience of seeing the siblings poke fun with each-other and the parents scolding them before quickly apologizing was… upsetting? You should be happy for them. They’re happy, they are doing what they love. Naturally I dismissed all the embarrassed and annoyed faces, wishing them a good meal, before I rushed back to the kitchen for the next table. Why aren’t you?

When the clock started nearing eight the younger and elderly crowd rolled out and in came what the staff referred to as, “The Lovers”. It was the perfect time of day for young adults and middle-aged couples to have a quick date night. Though cute, it was just as equally annoying. Not to mention most of them left a mess from doing who knows what.

What do you love?

“Aren’t they cute?” Wendy, one of the other waitresses, cooed as she swung through the kitchen doors. “The couples?” Seokjin hummed in agreement and Wendy grinned.

“I guess you could call them cute.” Shrugging, I hastily placed drinks on a tray. “I think they’re more… ‘ooey-gooey’.”

“What?” She gasped, and I couldn’t really tell if she was genuinely surprised or not. “You mean you don’t like the couples? You don’t like the love in their eyes? Though the sad part is that most of them won’t last.”

“No, not really.” My tone was sheepish to hide the disgust. You shouldn’t say that. “It’s not like I don’t like them, though. I’m just…” Haha, it’s because you’re envious. “Neutral.” You want what they have.

“I guess I’m just one for the love, right?” Wendy giggled, heading towards the restroom.

Yeah, I guess. I left the room, semi-uncomfortable.

Thankfully the end of my shift was nearing. The clock had me by the throat and it was choking me right down to the second. I’m so exhausted. I was proud, though – a successful day at work even after whatever that weekend, if you could call it that, was. I wonder when Yoongi will get back. The bell dinged and with one last glace at the clock, I decided this was my last one. If it’s that far away, why would he even bother coming back tonight?

“Hello.” A forced a smile. Holy shit, I’ve had enough. “How may I help you?” Jimin.

“Ah, no name?”

Cocky. “I thought we had met before.”

“I know, I know…” Jimin giggled, covering his mouth, “It’s just I really like your name.” Flirty.

“Thanks, can I serve you now? Water?” It took all my strength to not roll my eyes. I didn’t hate him – not one bit. On the contrary, though, I didn’t like him either.

“Yes, please. Also a sixteen-ounce of your most popular.”

“You got it.” I bowed my head, spinning around. Both brothers in one day. What a surprise. In the scheme of things, I had mostly forgotten about Jimin. He had faded away from conversations and I never saw him around. Then again, I didn’t see why he would be a topic of interest – especially with Yoongi. I thought he had finally moved back – but that would have meant Yoongi would have been back at Taehyung’s by now. Unless… Unless he meant what he said that night in the bathroom.

Did Jimin know he was going to the hospital today? He came to what I think would be to “keep an eye on him”, but he didn’t seem too concerned out at his table. He also doesn’t seem too concerned by flirting with his brother’s “girlfriend”. I frowned deeply, trying to balance the glasses on the tray coming out again. Where do I and Yoongi even stand? I’m not his girlfriend, but we’re definitely not friends… or am I his girlfriend?

“Have you decided on a meal? Appetizer?” What am I to him? “Or are you one for desserts first?” What is he to me?

“I’ll just enjoy this, thank you.” He handed me the menu. “I already ate.”

Who the fuck eats and then goes to a restaurant? “Are you sure?” He nodded with a charming smile. “You’re just like your brother.” My heart stopped. Wow, that one slipped out, didn’t it?

“What do you mean about that?” Jimin raised an eyebrow. “Sit down, let’s chat.”

“I can’t, I’m on shift. There’s other customers besides you, you know?” Jesus Christ, they are just alike.

“I can see why he likes you.” He sipped his drink, eyes sending an invitation to still sit down.

“You can see who likes me?”

“Yoongi, duh. You two are dating, right?” I nodded quickly. You owe me one. “Well, I can see why you two are. He likes sarcasm – actually, he is sarcasm. From the two times we’ve met you’re pretty witty. I think we can all appreciate that, yeah?” His fingers tapped the table near a seat. Pushy.

“Where are you going with this? Because you’re really wasting my time, sorry.” Tapping my foot, my eyes wandered around for my boss. “Spit it out.”

“I’m just going to leave it at ‘be careful’. He’s a dick, if you haven’t been able to tell by now.” Jimin licked his lips. “Due to his situation, he’s more reckless than normal. Do you… know?” I hummed in agreement. “Yeah, well then you know we all don’t necessarily know when he’s… yeah. I mean, of course we have a vague guess but who really knows?”

“He had an appointment today.” I swallowed, leaning into the tray. “Maybe we will know after.”

“Doubt it, but perhaps.” He ran a hand down his face, sighing. “Anyways, what I’m trying to say: I know you two are ‘involved’, but I’m more certain than not that he hasn’t told you about his past relationships.” Jimin stopped, letting the words sink in as he sipped his drink. Why would that be important? “I take that as a yes? Haha, well you’re in for a ride. Though, disclaimer, it’s not as bad as you think.

“I don’t know if you could call them ‘girlfriends’ or not, but growing up he had many female friends. Yeah, ‘big deal’, right? Anyways,  there’s been multiple times where he has legitimately cheated on his girlfriends. And when they came crying to him yelling ‘oh why?’ he shrugged it off. More than not he’d laugh at them, like it was some sort of game to him.”

If this was any other situation I would have shrugged it off, because “big deal”. The conversation and my thoughts collided with each other, forming a name. Jinwoo. My heart throbbed, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the new news I received or from the memories.

Jimin must have been able to tell I was unsettled, because he swiftly reached out to touch my hand. “He’s older now though, and he’s matured so much. I can’t promise you that he’s changed, but I can ensure you that he’s better.” Through the sad smile and concerning look, I felt a smirk play somewhere in his features. “I really just wanted to tell you though, since it’s been bugging me. You’re a really nice girl, Y/N, and I feel like this is ‘cliché’ with the whole ‘your boyfriend has a cheating past but he’s different now’ is going to bore your brains out. In the end I know this whole… thing has him shaken up – even if you can’t tell – and it might make him freak out.”

“Thanks… for telling me this, Jimin.” What the fuck? “I appreciate it.” Please, leave. “You sure this is all you want?”


“Hey, why are you up so late?”

“What,” Taehyung chuckled, “did you not want me to call?”

“No, I always want to talk to you?” I sighed into the phone, rolling onto my side.

Walking into the door of my apartment was more exciting than I had remembered. By closing time I had my feet practically carving a trail into the floor from how much they were dragging, and I could barely mumble a coherent goodbye to the other employees still there. I threw my stuff onto the couch after checking for a body – which to my disappointment, wasn’t there. Wow, he’s been there literally all day.

It’s not that the talk with Jimin set me on edge, but it did make me wonder a bit. It’s just the past. What was younger Yoongi like? Was he the player that his brother tried to make me believe? Why would it matter? Perhaps I had been rude to Jimin, and he had genuinely tried to warn me about what could happen. What could? You two aren’t even dating.

“You’re silent, what’cha thinking about?” The phone spoke.

“Nothing, really.” …Or are you? “What about you? You’re not chatty yourself.”

“Well, I was thinking about how I was going to confront Hoseok. I mean, that has to happen sooner or later, right?” Taehyung groaned; I sighed again. “I know you might just want it to ‘die off’ or something, but what he did was really wrong – drunk or sober. Haha, at least we know what he’s like drunk.”

“You shouldn’t have to confront him. I’ll do it. It’s between him and I, anyways.” I muttered, scratching my head before turning the lamp on my nightstand on. I can’t fucking think with it dark in here. “I’ll handle it, don’t worry. Knowing him he’d probably just get pissy if you did it. Plus, I would think he’s already punishing himself. Have you heard from him?” I glanced at the clock. 22:04.

Before Tae had rung me up, I had situated myself on the couch with the television on and a plate of scrambled eggs in hand. I was quite grateful he had called when he did, since I had migrated to my bedroom due to eating my eggs way too quickly and nothing good being on. In the back of my mind, I secretly wanted to be able to greet Yoongi when he got home – since, you know, hospitals are a bitch to deal with.

“No, but I haven’t tried to talk to him, either. I would doubt he shows up to the next outing – actually, make that three or four. If he does I’ll probably end up getting hammered and slugging him.” He chuckled again, this one a hearty one. That’s good. “Anyways, how’s Yoongi?”

“Oh, he’s…” Does he know? “He had some stuff to do today; he’s not back yet.” Play it safe for now. “He’s doing fine though. He keeps eating all my toaster strudels and I’m pretty upset about it.”

“He’s a dick. He’s sleeping on the couch right? Not all rubbing up on you in the middle of the night?”

“Pssh, he couldn’t if he tried. I feel violated when he even knocks on my door.” I felt good to have a normal conversation with him after this weekend. I feared he would end up being bitter for a week and not be able to take any matter lightly. When has he ever not made you laugh though? The event in theory was borderline traumatizing, yet in reality the only thing that was bothering me was Yoongi’s whole nice act. And talking to Hoseok.

“Yeah, well keep it that way! I must keep you pure.” His cooing made my roll my eyes.

“Who says I’m pure?”

“Well, then…” He struggled for a second, “…I must keep you in your current state of pureness. Whether it be one hundred or two percent.” Cheeky. “Promise?” I hummed in agreement, whether it was just a reaction or I really meant it. Somehow we managed to keep a conversation going for another twenty minutes, before we both started yawing a little too much and agreed to cut the call.

I turned off the light, rolling into the mattress. Bed never felt so good…  is it always like this? The crickets outside my windows didn’t annoy me tonight, and they ended up making me drift away quicker than normal. In fact, it had seemed as though I was almost dreaming in about five minutes when I heard a creak from my living room. Thief? I whipped over, eyes wide open as my clock read almost 23:00. Yoongi?

“Hey!” I shouted, taking a leap. This could end really badly, you know this? “Yoongi, is that you?” There was silence for a few seconds, and I considered jumping out my window because oh fuck that shit, before I heard a mumble.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Oh thank God. I never knew I’d be this grateful to hear his voice. “I’m surprised you’re still up.” The voice was closer, meaning he had come towards my door. My stuff is still all over the couch.

“I am, too. Let me get my stuff real quick, it’s all over the place. Sorry.” I switched the lamp back on, swinging my legs over the edge. The light burned my eyes, and I rubbed them hastily as I opened the door and felt my way down the hall. The apartment was dim – I didn’t even see Yoongi at first glance. “Jesus, turn some lights on.”

“I’d… rather not. I’m really tired. My eyes hurt from driving so much.” He grumbled from the corner. Oh, that’s right. “Do you need help?”

“Um, not really. But if you could just grab my jacket on the counter and throw it in my room that’d be cool.” I stuffed my keys and phone into my bag and with the other hand I picked up my shoes. Thinking back, I was surprised I even asked him to help. Wow, I’m really opening up to him or something. “How did your appointment go?”

“Fine.”

Yikes. I could figure it went shitty and let the subject drop, heading back towards my end of the apartment. The warm glow stood out, and I bumped the door with my hip on the way in before dropped my belongings in the corner of the room. I turned around, Yoongi a few steps behind and avoiding eye contact. His arm reached out to offer me my jacket, his face seeming to study my wall.

“Hey.” What’s wrong? “Do you need anything?” Gingerly accepting my coat, I eyed him. He never turned to look at me – if anything, he turned into himself even more.

“Just sleep.” Yoongi shrugged, hands coming up to rub his eyes as a heave left his chest.

I tossed my jacket near my bag on the floor, “Is there something in your eye?” God damn it, you’re going to look me in the eye if it’s the last thing you do. “Le’me look –“

“No, there’s not –“

I stepped forward and pulled his arms down, dipping my head so I could finally fucking see his face. But, in the end I ended up wishing I hadn’t since the only thing I could see where the lines tears had carved into his cheeks. I suddenly understood why he had avoided eye-contact since from the looks of it he couldn’t even see in the first place. I froze, panicking and not sure exactly what to do.

“Ha… have you been crying?” Wow, what a genius thing to say Y/N – you’re a real charmer. “Yoongi.”

“No.” I wasn’t quite sure if it was a hiccup or a sniffle but he hastily covered up whatever noise it was with shaking his head.  “I’m just tired, I told you that.” My eyes searched his face, since his eyes seemed to be looking anywhere but mine. “Just let me go to sleep.” He tried shrugging away, and the memory of me trying to do the same to him just days before crossed my mind. Instantly I let go of his forearms in favor of wrapping around his chest, holding my stance.

“Why are you hugging me?” He asked, voice tight.

I thought for a second, or maybe it was a minute. “…Because you’re sad.” It was the best I could come up with. It was the truth. “And… everyone needs some form of comfort when they’re sad.” I leaned my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat a couple times before adding: “Even you.”

“I’m not sad.” Yoongi huffed, leaning into me. “I’m more disappoin – no, I’m more hurt than anything.” I silently edged him on, not moving; barely breathing. “It’s just my dad. I, uh well the reason I’m back so late is because I went to visit my parents. I haven’t seen them in a long time and I guess I thought it’d be a good idea to see them. So after I went to the doctor’s I drove straight there since my mom had called and I promised her I’d see her as soon as I was out. The hospital was honestly the only good part of the trip. Which sounds depressing but, whatever. They were nice and everything – it just took for-fucking-ever.” He laughed a little, his arms finally moving to around my waist.

“Anyways, I went to my parents’ house. At first they were super happy to see me, and kept asking how I was – it was really refreshing. Then we just started talking and somewhere the topic of my career came out – and you know, it’s non-existent. The reason I have as much cash as I do is because my parents are loaded and feel bad about my… condition. I ended up telling them that I’m still looking around and hoping maybe I’ll somehow pick up my photography and make some cash off of that.” He paused.

“Something tells me they weren’t that happy.” I sighed sadly.

He hummed, “Yeah. My dad has a really short temper and he never really even supported my ‘picture taking’ in the first place.” Yoongi swallowed loudly, resting his head on my own. “He told me maybe it’s ‘best I pass, since you aren’t anything I can truly be proud of’. I’m not anything like my brother.”

“Jimin?”

He nodded, “He owns this huge camera company – how ironic that is.”

“I’m sorry.” I tightened my hold. “That’s… that just fucking sucks. Your dad seems like a complete jerk – I don’t know why he’d tell you that.”

“I know he’s a jerk.” Yoongi whispered, maybe to hide the crack that slipped through on the last word. “But, I can’t help but feel like shit when he says he could never be proud of me.” His chest hitched, but this time he allowed himself to sniffle. “I’m better dead than alive to him. My mom too, probably. Sorry, I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this.”

I knew saying “no, don’t say that” wasn’t going to do much for him. He wasn’t crying – or at least, I didn’t think he was – but I would hate to say meaningless words at this point. He helped you. I began rubbing his back, thinking of what to do. Help him. “Do you want my bed? I can take the couch.”

He shook his head slightly, “No, I’m fine.”

“Too bad,” I turned him around, “you’re tired and my bed is super nice.”  This is your plan? Letting him go, I gently pushed him onto the bed. Yoongi lethargically took a step before sitting on the edge of the frame. What a way to comfort someone. “Do you want water? I’ll get you some water.”

I awkwardly made my way out of my room, heading straight for the kitchen. I couldn’t yet decide if leaving the room was more for Yoongi or for me. The entirety of the way there all I could do was criticize myself on how I could work things better because man, what his dad said was rough. I filled a glass with water, took a deep breath, and made my way back to him.

When I opened the door he was still sitting on the edge, except now his head was in his hands. I quietly placed the cup on my nightstand, my eyes not leaving his frame. What do I do? “Here’s the water…” I licked my lips nervously, clenching and unclenching my hand. Don’t rip your palms open again like last time. “If you need anything I’m just outside. I promise the bed is better.”

“Thank you.” The light clicked off as he looked up from his fingers. The red had left his eyes and the puffiness in his cheeks were gone, but he didn’t seem better. I took a step backwards, bowing my head slightly. “Hey, wait…” His fingers wrapped around my wrist. I stalled, immediately looking back at him.

“What?”

Yoongi’s eyes met mine for the first time tonight. They darted from one to other, effectively distracting me from the pulling he was doing until the last second – when his other hand grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap. The first wave of emotion when his lips met mine was surprisingly relief. I steadied myself on the bed with my free hand, ignoring the awkward twist of my hips as I now sat on his lap. The next wave of emotion to hit was the anxiety. Yoongi tugged my wrist down more, causing my chest to not only arch into his, but also become filled with butterflies. You’re always so nervous when you kiss him.

The hand that held my waist trailed up to my chin, turning it. “Sweetheart, the couch sucks,” he whispered, “sleep in the bed.” His lips ghosted over my cheek as he turned it again before leaning back a bit. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. When was the last time he used that? Yoongi’s eyes trailed over my face, studying me for a few seconds and then gazing into my own once more. With you? His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, slightly opening it – only when the pad slid off somewhat did I realize I was nodding.

Hypnotizing.

A split second later and we were kissing again. It was always somewhat soothing when this happened, but the anxious feeling in my chest didn’t leave this time. His fingers abandoned my jaw and traced themselves patterns behind my neck all while twisting to the left and easing us down. In the back on my mind I couldn’t help but acknowledge whenever things like this did happen – it was usually for the benefit of him.

That’s rude, don’t say that. The other hand on my waist retracted as soon as my side hit the bed. He’s sad. Tugging at my bottom lip, Yoongi propped himself up on an elbow so he was semi-hovering over my frame. He helped you out. One of my palms felt it’s way up his arm and then up his face, holding the cheek. So much for promising Taehyung.

I couldn’t help but wiggle slightly from the uncomfortable position my legs were in. Twisted to the side with them dangling off the side wasn’t in my best interest. Luckily, after a few seconds Yoongi seemed to notice and he broke away to sit back on his knees. From there he lifted them from the edge and scooted them on the mattress. Shyly I covered my face partially with my hand, the other arm coming to wrap around my stomach as I curled into myself.

He smirked slightly, running his fingers up from my legs to grab each wrist, “Don’t do that,” Yoongi murmured while rubbing circles into my forearm, “I mean it’s kind of cute, but don’t hide yourself.”

The words made heat rush to my cheeks; my initial reaction was to hide even more. A hand came down and tugged my chin down, opening my mouth before he licked into it. As nervous as I seemed to be feeling, I kissed back quickly and pressed into it. He hummed in satisfaction, tilting his head while his palms deserted their locations to roam elsewhere. They found the hem of my shirt, pausing for a second and then sliding underneath and framing the bottom of my ribs. I hissed into his lips from how cold his fingers were, the contact causing my back to arch slightly. Nonetheless, they continued to travel up, slowly but surely.

Oh, shit.

I immediately became self-conscious, hyper-aware now of the fact that I was bra-less and I swallowed thickly. Then, again, you were about to pass out. I also became hyper-aware of the fact that I had hugged him like this, too. Either he hadn’t of noticed before – and was about to – or didn’t care in the first place. This is convenient, but concerning. At this point I was convinced he could feel my heart beating through my chest.

Once Yoongi had realized my situation, he moved hands back down – causing me to wonder if he stopping briefly before he rutted my shirt up more and then continued moving. He breathed into the kiss once his thumbs ran over my nipples once, twice – and then finally starting to massage my chest firmly. Instantly I reached down to grab the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up to hide the fact that I started squirming.

Breaking away with a lewd smack, he didn’t hesitate to pull his shirt over his head. I couldn’t be bothered to study his chest, since not only my eyes were starting to feel heavy but my entire body became drugged out. Yoongi reached down and tugged mine off, afterwards turning to throw both of them somewhere in my room. Though doing the deed many times prior to this, it didn’t change the fact that I could barely hold eye contact and remind myself to just breathe.

I need to turn up the heat. Goosebumps raked over my skin; a shiver causing me to shake involuntarily. Yoongi bit his already swollen lip and started to fumble with the button on his jeans – his eyes never ceasing to run lengths from my face to stomach.

“Why do you wear such baggy shirts?” He sighed, pushing the fabric past down his hips.

I frowned, curling into myself again, “Because they’re comfy? They’re not ‘baggy’ they’re just… not fitted.” He’s so fucking cheeky.

He sucked in his cheek, trying not to smile. “You really need some tighter clothes..”

“Do I?” Sighing I rolled my eyes, shifting my hips as Yoongi pulled on my shorts. Once they had slid off he pushed my knees down and lied in-between them, humming in agreement next to my ear.

Especially without a bra.” His voice was gravelly. I swallowed thickly, my heart dropping into my stomach, “Would you do that?” A line was traced with his tongue from my ear and along my jaw – ending at the corning of my mouth. His bangs brushed against my forehead, eyes peering from under eyelashes. “For me?”

Holy shit. My breath hitched and my eyes widened, not knowing exactly how to reply since I don’t know what the fuck he is doing, but keep doing it. My back arched, pressing myself into him which coaxed a small groan from his lips and his hands to slide up my stomach. Immediately afterwards his teeth attacked my neck, sucking skin in before gently biting it. Even though we still had – some – clothing on, there was suddenly stimulation everywhere. I reached up and knotted some fingers in his hair while the rest trailed across his shoulder blades.

A whine bubbled from my throat as he bit down on my collarbone. Yoongi pecked the spot, shifting his hips while my finger pressed into his spine. After fixating himself, my attention drifted to my thigh where something heavy was pressing into it. His nipping trail continued across the bones, the butterflies abandoning my stomach. I found a sort of confidence that he was at the least sporting a semi, and with the new feeling I lifted my hips up into his ever so slightly. The second pressure was placed he ground down with twice the effort, emitting a groan from both of us.

He let up, then pressed down harder. “Shit…” Yoongi stuttered, halting his trail. He continued the action over and over again, rolling down into me. Breathy moans came from my chest; small strangled noises coming from him. My fingers twisted around his locks and dug into his back. The air around us became heated, and I could feel my forehead begin to break out only after a few minutes.

Yoongi’s actions started to slow down, his licks returning. A few seconds later his grinding stalled altogether, but before I had a chance to complain one of his hands slipped down and rested heavily between my legs. My body went limp, my fingers coming undone from on-top of him. He pushed down harder and his fingers shifted slightly as my breath hitched again, a broken groan coming out. He skimmed through the thin fabric – stroking it again while his other hand began to grope my breast again.

“This s’okay, right?” He breathed into my neck, voice dripping with sexuality. I nodded feverishly, sighing as his hand dipped underneath the hem of my underwear. His didn’t go further, and only teased subtly before he growled lowly, “You have to say yes or no.”

After he spoke, fingers dove along my folds; slicking themselves as I tried to find the strength to speak again. A strangled “yeah” left my mouth after a second and then replaced with a sharp inhale as he slipped a finger in. After several slow pumps another digit dipped in – both swiftly curling upwards. My face flushed, hips bucking instinctively while a whine worked it’s way past my lips.

Once a steady rhythm had been set, Yoongi leaned forwards and sucked on my bottom lip. Not long after finding the certain place that caused me to squeeze around his fingers time after time again, he worked his way into my mouth, effectively swallowing the moans that kept falling out. I couldn’t really keep a decent kiss going on my end, which ended up making the action just smacking noises that filled up the room. Quickly a coil clenched in the bottom of my stomach, my hands flying up to tug at his hair and twirl the locks behind the ears.

“Are you close?” He purred into my lips, earning a nod and more broken moans. “Can you cum?” Yoongi’s thumb pressed harshly into my clit and his fingers seemingly pumped roughly right into the building knot. “For me?”

Instantly my breath caught in my throat, ignoring his play on words, before a strangled noise emitted out. My back arched as my heart pounded in my ears, eyes squeezing shut. The pace he had didn’t slow, but kept moving fluidly while little groans vibrated his chest here and there. Only after the stimulation became sensitive and I started squirming again did his hand retract.

Ever so casually he pecked my lips before leaning back on his knees and then swirling his tongue teasingly around his digits. Yoongi’s eyes, dark like many times before, bore into mine while his free arm snaked down his torso before his palm rolled over his boxers – a low groan pouring from his mouth.

What the fuck, why is that so hot?

“I-I don’t have a condom on me,” he choked out, continuing to palm himself. Though it was a comment, I could tell it was more a question than anything. My heart dropped – part disappointment, part arousal – as I shook my head, biting my lip.

“Just pull out?” I breathed rhetorically, “I’ve dealt with messier things.”

Yoongi hummed, not rejecting the idea. He’s too fucked out to say no at this point. His hands discarded my last piece of clothing. While he worked on his I pulled myself higher on the bed, trying to find a comfier – less hot – position. Before my head could rest on the pillows, his hand gripped the back of my neck, causing me to suddenly arch my back as his teeth grazed my jugular and his knee pushing open my legs.

I couldn’t tell if he was mumbling words or just moving his lips in my neck, but the noises seemed to disappear as soon the entirety of his length sunk into me at once. He shushed my small cry, soothingly rubbing my inner thigh. Stopping, he let me get used to the feeling all while peppering my neck in pecks. Soon after, my hips ground up into his, a grunt coming from both our throats. Immediately he slowly pulled out; in, rolling down with each press.

“Fuck, you’re really tight.” Yoongi sighed, nibbling at my earlobe.

“Well, I am single.” A small chuckle rocked my body.

His pace began picking up; he groaned, “Always one for humor.”

His hand trailed down to grab my knee and hitch it up higher. After a moan bubbled out from me, he bit down on my neck and thrusted faster. My body flushed, sinking into the bed as a hand clamped down onto his shoulder for support. Soon the room became filled with broken whines and growls, the rhythm becoming slightly less smooth as his hips jerked feverishly. The warm feeling returned in my abdomen, not letting me catch my breath.

His thumb returned to my clit, quickly flicking tight circles while I squeezed around him. My head spun, dizzy from what was happening and I quickly cried out once more, biting my lip and shutting my eyes tight. A second later Yoongi pulled out and his face fell into the crook of my neck as he came undone on-top of my, moaning into my skin. Warm liquid spewed across my stomach and chest, relief flooding through my veins.

Our chests heaved, relishing in the feeling for a minute. My hand ghosted from his shoulder to cup his cheek, lifting his face to meet mine. His bangs were damp against his head, eyelids droopy and lips swollen. Completely fucked out. He pulled back suddenly before I had the chance to kiss him.

“I’ll be right back.” He mumbled, pushing himself off the bed.

I stayed still, hyper-aware that this stuff was running off my skin and onto my blanket with every breath I took. The door swung open, followed by a warm cloth pressing into my skin. I hummed from the pleasant feeling, my hands rubbing the free edges in an effort to help. He dabbed the cloth on the comforter, picking up the mess.

A minute later he disappeared again, my fists coming up to rub my eyes as my breathing finally evened out and my body heavy with fatigue. I swung my knees up, dipping under the sheets while my attention turned to the click of the door. Yoongi crawled forward on the bed, capturing me in a kiss as his also pulled the sheets over his legs. Lying down, his arm wrapped around my side and moved me closer.

Our tongues swirled lazily around each others, foreheads mashed together before the slowing kiss finally came to an end.

therevolution2016  asked:

Maybe you can answer this. I don't have access to the regular webpage so I'm on the Tumblr app. Do you have links to any good writing planning websites or planning ideas? I have this idea for a book that has been stuck in my head for a couple days so I know I'm gonna take off with it but I want to plan first. Just wanted to see if you had any recommendations

Our webpage is under construction for a little while, sorry about that! You could try our Plot A Month series. The Guardian also has a series of tips from published authors. First Draft in 30 Days author Karen S. Wiesner has a lot of examples of what she uses (although her website is not that great). I’ve also been fairly impressed by Matt Bird’s The Secrets of Story recently. Good luck!

anonymous asked:

Hiya! Is it okay to request hc's on Genji's S/O who loves to smother him with affection? I have a weak spot for him ❤ hope you're doing okay! Thanks in advance!

I’m doing well! I had a closing shift at work so I’m tired from that, but tomorrow is my day off! and if i dont get called in i will get to write, draw, and play OW all day!! im really excited!! also, as a reminder, i have a tip jar here! no pressure tho!

Edit: i finished this last night and it accidentally sat in my drafts all night, whoops!

  • when genji was younger, he would live for that sort of attention, and now that he is older, nothing really has changed
  • he adores that you smother him with affection to an almost unhealthy point
  • he spent so long hating himself that the fact that he doesnt now, and that someone else likes him too, is just too much
  • he is also a little bit touched starved from all those years of isolating himself
  • he is not the biggest fan of PDA, if you are then he will be constantly blushing
  • he also gladly returns the attention
  • one of his favorite things to do is find the softest blanket you to have, wrap you up in it, and then cuddle with you on the couch while watching a movie. Neither of you will be getting up anytime soon

“Aibooooou, let me play!” >:/

“No, I’m not giving you my DS, you BROKE my last one!” >:0

“Are you really still mad about that. That was last year.”

“STILL RELEVANT! I had to start ALL OVER. You made me lose all my shiny Pokemon!”

— I doodled this last night cause I had lots of feels. I still have lots of feels. I’ve had feels all week! Take a break, Yuugi! Staring at a screen all day can’t be healthy! Also, I am going to adding a new tag to little things like this. Thinking about starting a little mini comic series for cute little domestic life puzzlenerds. Because who doesn’t like domestic life!Yuugi and Atem? :D
A not so funny thing happened on the way to publishing...

Last week I published my romance novel “Insignia” on Amazon. I felt like it was ready, and I was certainly ready to get it out of my hair. I also feared that if I didn’t do it on my terms, something out of my control would come up to keep me from finishing. You know how it goes.

Guess what I discovered days after publishing? I had published the wrong draft. 

I have never rolled my eyes so much (at myself), never wanted to kick my own ass so hard. It’s taken me a while to admit why this boo-boo happened, but I finally understand.

I’m exhausted.

While I loved writing this book, it was not the only thing I had to do. I have a demanding family and demanding freelance writing gigs. I am worried about my ill parents. I have my own health issues to deal with (nothing serious, just a bunch of little stuff piling up because I don’t have time to get everything taken care of); and the list goes on. 

Except for @spookynightfury‘s gorgeous art, I did everything myself and it was hard af. 

Now, look - I’m not saying this to get pity or praise. I’m not trying to make excuses for screwing up. I’m saying this so you understand that when you’re undertaking a big project like this largely on your own, you need to (1) take care of yourself; (2) pace yourself (3) go easy on yourself (4) get editing help if you can. If you can’t, take deep breaths and work in small bite-sized pieces. I should have done more of that.

Because I didn’t, and because I pushed myself until I couldn’t see straight - waking up early, staying up super late, not eating properly, etc -  there’s a version of my novel floating out there that’s a hot mess. Hopefully if anyone got a hold of that older version, they can still follow the story as they navigate the minefield of the dreaded early draft.

Listen, writers and all artists. When we embark on this journey of doing what we love, it’s easy to get caught up in serving the Creativity Beast. Mine doesn’t sleep and won’t shut up. It’s maddening sometimes. 

But never forget to be good to yourself. 

Remember You (Pt. 1)

Originally posted by bwiseoks

…..All I have to say is that I apparently love torturing myself. :’) As if the Namjoon and Hoseok fic wasn’t enough, I just had to go and make fuckboy!Jin….ahaha…OTL. To make it worse, this was never meant to be more than one part, but y’know…I’m a masochist. I also want to thank @chokemejimin  or specifically the lovely @the95liner for her excitement over this since it gave me motivation to FINALLY finish this after having it in my drafts since October. (Thank you for following my main blog too <3)

EDIT: ASDFGJL; Tumblr has been stupid this whole day and I couldn’t edit this in the morning like I wanted, but I’m a shitty person and forgot to mention @hadskye (aka Admin RD) and give credit where it is due. Forgive me for being a horrible friend, but yes, this amazing woman helped me a lot with the hashing out of this story and provided me with part of the dialogue. 💜💜💜

 Genre: asdfgghjkkl;; SMUT…eventually, fluff, angst, Fuckboy!Jin au

 Word Count: 6,048

Part Two


  A bitter scowl decorates your face as your cheeks turn an annoying red, having to witness Seokjin lip-locked with one of your female coworkers in the back storage closet. Did he have no shame? Even when they both knew you were watching them, they shamelessly continued and it only caused your brow to develop a twitch.

 “You’re at work! Get out of there and get back to work before I tell manager Seoyoon-nim to fire you guys!”

 The two finally separate, with Seokjin letting out a dramatic sigh of annoyance while the girl had the decency to look scared and quickly scurry out the door that lead to the front of the café. Your stare pierces through Seokjin’s as he finally glances at you, letting that infuriating smirk adorn his stupid, handsome face.

 “Ah, y/n, I see that you’re living up to being a killjoy like always,” his smirk turns into a condescending smile as he fixes his – stupidly perfect – hair.

 Your heart clenches slightly as you turn away from him and walk toward the door leading to the front. “Just get back to work,” you mumble out and walk outside, letting your gaze pass the store as the sound of the grinder continues in the background.

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anonymous asked:

i am. so down to hear more about any and all aus you may have brewing around in your head. please. i need more. you and arc are wonderful people and i love all the stuff youve made. and the recent hp au just got me even more down with everything. hell yes.

there are more random AUs than there is time in the day

if you want to get hype about an incredible AU, ghost husband AU may be coming to a store near you. it’s pretty good and is summed up here (and also this drawing i guess)

there’s also a bachelor AU draw i’ve had sitting in my drafts for a couple months now and i actually read over the outline of it last weekend because i saw it in my gdrive and holy fuck yall it’s incredible send arc all the love and good vibes bc she is incredible??