i just turned myself off to make the kids

You know, in this town, an artist really needs a lot of space when they’re trying to create something special. A place to cultivate a world of their own, far away from the real world that’s around them. Luckily for me, I live right inside the middle of the “H” of the Hollywood sign. And this is how I spend most of my nights: perched high above the chaos that swirls within the city of angels below. Now don’t get me wrong, I love to dip my toe into the muck and the mires of the city every now and then, especially on Tuesdays. But truthfully, when I’m in the middle of making a record, especially now when the world is in the middle of such a tumultuous period, I find I really need to take the space for myself far away from real life, to consider what my contribution to the world should be in these dark times. So each morning, I have the luxury of asking myself, “What shall I cook up for the kids today? Something with a little spice? Something with a little bitterness but is ultimately sweet? Or shall I take the day off and turn down the fire, and just take a moment to send my love to them over the ether?” Because sometimes, just being pure of heart and having good intentions and letting them be known is the most worthy contribution an artist can make. So, even though these times can feel a little bit crazy, they’re not so very different from what other generations have experienced at one time or another before. Amidst all the uncertainty, and as we transition out of one era into another one, there’s no place I’d rather be than smack dab in the middle of “Hollyweird” making this record for you. Because you, and the music, and this place, are my love, my life, my lust for life.
—  Lana Del Rey announces her new record Lust for Life
Rivals (Peter Maximoff x Reader)

Request: Can you write a one-shot with peter maximoff where they’re basically rivals and don’t really like each other and it ends up with them getting into a really awkward position(like locked in a cupboard or something) and they make up or something (Also can the reader have Cheshire cat like powers?)

Powers: Invisibly/Teleporting (No flying that’s just to much and no shape shifting)

Rating: T/Fluff

For: Anon

A/n: I don’t know if my username inspired you or what but this’ll be fun to write. 


L/n= Last Name/Surname | N/N = Nickname

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“You know, in this town, an artist really needs a lot of space when they’re trying to create something special. A place to cultivate a world of their own, far away from the real world that’s around them. Luckily for me, I live right inside the middle of the “H” of the Hollywood sign. And this is how I spend most of my nights: perched high above the chaos that swirls within the city of angels below. Now don’t get me wrong, I love to dip my toe into the muck and the mires of the city every now and then. Especially on Tuesdays. But truthfully, when I’m in the middle of making a record, especially now when the world is in the middle of such a tumultuous period, I find I really need to take the space for myself far away from real life, to consider what my contribution to the world should be in these dark times. So each morning, I have the luxury of asking myself, “What shall I cook up for the kids today? Something with a little spice? Something with a little bitterness but is ultimately sweet? Or shall I take the day off and turn down the fire, and just take a moment to send my love to them over the ether?” Because sometimes, just being pure of heart and having good intentions and letting them be known is the most worthy contribution an artist can make. So, even though these times can feel a little bit crazy, they’re not so very different from what other generations have experienced at one time or another before. Amidst all the uncertainty, and as we transition out of one era into another one, there’s no place I’d rather be than smack-dab in the middle of “Holly-weird” making this record for you. Because you, and the music, and this place, are my love, my life, my lust for life."


Reader X Jungkook

Warning: Angst/ smut 

Status: On Going

Summary: Click here

Part 1

Originally posted by kuromel

2 years ago

You watched the young boy get punched across the face. He fell to the ground and sat up, wiping away the blood dripping down from his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring at Namjoon and his friends in front of him.

“Y/N! Check this kid out!” Namjoon laughed, while turning his head in your direction.

You rolled your eyes at the sight of them picking on their newest freshmen. You folded your arms and leaned against the school’s brick walls, holding out a hand, rejecting his offer. Lunch was Namjoon and his group of follower’s “fun time.” They would choose a new freshmen each week and give them an option to either: 1. Give them money or 2. Get beat up. Then they would take them to the back of the school at the end of the week, and either got paid or beat them. Majority of the time, they would just pay up because they were scared, but today was different; the freshmen put up a fight, which rarely ever happened. The only time it happened was about two years ago, and the guy was sent to the hospital and transferred to another school.

The young boy stood up from his fall and darted his eyes towards Namjoon. He had no fear in his eyes, he continued to stare at him, his brown hair dripping with sweat. He pressed his tongue against his cheek and looked Namjoon down.

“Who are you glaring at, punk?” Namjoon frowned.

“I’m staring at this fucking rat in front of me.” The young boy retorted.

Namjoon raised his eyebrows at his insult, stunned. No one ever spoke that way to Namjoon, not even you. Everyone knew better than to insult him, whether it be boy or girl, he’ll immediately put you in your place. You were expecting the young boy to get punched in the throat, but to your surprise, Namjoon started laughing.

“I like this kid.” He said pointing at him, turning his head to look at his crew behind him.

“Rapmon, he just insulted you. Don’t you want to kick his ass?” Hoseok growled.

He shook his head no while waving his index finger side to side, eyes still targeted at the freshmen.

“What’s your name, kid?” Namjoon asked.

“Why the fuck do you want to know?” He asked furrowing his eyebrows.

“Just because, do I need to explain myself or give you another beating?”

“Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.” He mumbled.

Namjoon nodded and smirked, making his dimples noticeable.

“You should consider hanging out with us, JK.” Namjoon said while walking away from Jungkook. He turned his back towards him and threw out a card from his pocket.

You got off the wall and went to follow Namjoon. Curious about Jungkook, you turned around to look at the young boy. He looked at you with his innocent, deer eyes, and licking away the blood from the bottom of his lips, his gaze never breaking from yours. You smirked before turning away from him. Namjoon wasn’t the only one who found him interesting.

Namjoon and his group of friends entered the school building, along with you in the back. Everyone was avoiding eye contact with them and staying close to the walls as they walked on by.

“Why didn’t you beat him up, Rapmon?” Jin asked.

“Cause I didn’t want to. No more questions, I’m tired.” Namjoon replied.

Namjoon kept his chin up, walking proudly through the hallways. Everyone was afraid of him, even though you knew he wasn’t shit. To you, he tried too hard to look threatening. Deep down, he was just a little boy.

You guys made your way back upstairs to the senior classrooms, waiting for the lunch break to end. You looked out the window and noticed Jungkook now laying on the grass, arms and legs spread apart, and Namjoon’s card still in the same place where he threw it. Jungkook’s eyes were closed, and his clothes were stained with little patches of blood. You couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him, sorry for all the freshmen’s who fell victim to your brother’s game.

Namjoon and you weren’t blood-siblings, but since your mom and his dad got married when you were both young, it was as though you both were. He would beat up anyone who picked on you, he couldn’t stand seeing you cry. One time you had a crush on a boy, and Namjoon secretly found out and forced–no–threatened the poor guy to go on a date with you, but funny how things work, the poor guy ended up becoming his best friend: Jung Hoseok. Even after all that, things weren’t awkward between the two of you, thankfully.

“Y/N, I’m going to be home late. Make sure you get V to walk you home.”

You turned around from your seat and gave a small smile to Namjoon.

“I’m a big girl, Joonie. I don’t need him to walk me home.” You quickly darted your eyes towards Taehyung. He had transferred last year from Daegu. Namjoon immediately liked his aura. He was loud and shameless, just what Namjoon needed. He gave him his nickname, V after seeing him fight, he was ruthless, and it was always a victory, everyone was too scared to fight Taehyung. But in reality, he was cute and weird. You liked him, not in a crush way, but he intrigued you. Even though he was a major flirt, you liked that even more. Namjoon always warned the boys that you were off-limits, but that didn’t mean they were off-limits to you. Them being off limits is what turned you on.

After school ended, Taehyung waited for you at the entrance, arms folded and eyes closed, leaning against the wall. You stood in front of him and slapped his arm.

“Let’s go.” You smiled.

The minute you arrived to your empty home, you both made your way to your bedroom. Buttons from your shirts being loosened, kisses getting deeper and sloppier. Taehyung slipped his hand under your skirt and cupped your ass, biting your bottom lip gently. Your fingers tracing the outline of his back, kissing his bare shoulder, up to his jawline. He grabbed your hips and pulled you into him, you could feel his erection against you. You grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, caressing his toned abs.

“If only Rap Mon knew what a fucking dirty bitch his little angel was.” He grunted.

You were going to remember that. You shoved his shoulders, pushing him back and got on your knees, unzipping his trousers. Rubbing your hands against his clothed dick. Squeezing his cock as punishment for calling you a bitch. He hissed at your action.

“Ouch. Sorry princess, I didn’t mean to offend you.” He smirked.

You rolled down his boxer briefs, revealing his hardened member. One thing you liked about Taehyung was his size, you’ve had sex with other guys before Taehyung, but they never satisfied you. He noticed you staring at his cock and chuckled.

“Well hurry, you don’t want mommy catching you sucking me off.”

You slapped his thigh in response. Grabbing his cock with one hand, you placed the tip on your tongue, and licked his slit. While the other hand massaged his thigh.

“Fuck…Y/N. You’re so fucking dirty.”

He pulled the back of your hair and tightened his grip, moaning louder. Another thing you also liked was how vocal he was, it made you feel good, and it turned you on even more. You began sucking on his tip, slowly working your way up his length until it reached the back of your throat.

“Right fucking there. Stay right there.” He groaned.

He didn’t let you move for a while, tears began forming as he held your head in place. You could barely breathe with his cock blocking your airway. Smacking his thigh as a sign that you couldn’t bear the pain, yet he still didn’t move. He continued making small thrusts deeper inside your throat so you pushed him away and glared at him.

“Why’d you do that?” He groaned, while stroking his member.

“Cause I couldn’t breathe, idiot.” You retorted.

“Sorry princess, I’ll be more careful.”

“Just hurry up and fuck me before my parents come home.”

He licked the bottom of his lips and smirked.

That I can do, princess.”

He grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a kiss, his hard cock pressing against your stomach. You took off your shirt and unhooked your bra, in which Taehyung bit his lip and slid his hands up from your waist to your breasts, cupping and squeezing them together.

“I want come all over your chest. Can I this time?” He begged.

“If you hurry up, maybe I’ll let you.”

Still holding onto your boobs, he kissed your lips again. You could taste his cherry-flavored chapstick, although his lips were still slightly chapped. Even so, there was no denying he was a good kisser. While his tongue made its entrance in your mouth, he unzipped your skirt, letting it sink to the ground. He walked you over towards your bed, pushing you down. Your back hit the mattress, and you watched his hungry eyes prey on your body.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, princess.”

“Then hurry up and do it. My parents are going to be home soon.” You rolled your eyes.

“I love when you’re feisty.”

He climbed on top of you, and got on his knees resting in between you legs. He stripped off your underwear and lined his member against your center, running it against your slit. He was purposely teasing you, since he could feel your wetness against him. You bit your lip and rolled you eyes, pinching his arm to hurry up. He took notice and placed the tip in. You both moaned at his movement. You could feel yourself stretch as his cock slowly began to fill your walls.

“Fucking…tight.” He mumbled.

Please, Taehyung.” You begged.

He increased his speed and hovered above you, arms on both sides of your shoulders. Thrusting his cock in and out repeatedly, while moaning loudly. You squeezed your thighs against his body, you were close to coming. Taehyung could feel you tightening around his cock and penetrated himself further in.

“Ready to come?” He chuckled.

“Yes…keep going.”

With that, he continued his pace. Sweat dripping down from his neck to his chest. You dug your nails into his skin, as you reached your high. Taehyung smiled as he watched your body squirm as you came around him, feeling proud of himself. Soon after, his speed slowly decreased, you watched his head fall back, biting his lower lip. He was close to coming. He took out his dick and licked his lips.

“Can I come on your chest, princess?” He groaned while stroking his cock.

You nodded and watched him crawl up to your side while pumping himself. His moans became more aggressive and loud, hissing and groaning until a load of hot white liquid fell down to your chest. He ran his fingers through his hair and chuckled.

“Fuck. This was fun.”

You got up and grabbed a towel, wiping away his mess. Gathering his clothes, you threw it towards him and grabbed your own. You both redressed yourselves and as soon as Taehyung was done, he flashed you his boxy smile. 

“I’ll see you next time, princess.” He winked before leaving your room.

Sadly, there wasn’t going to be a next time. Although Taehyung was fun, he was still a part of Namjoon’s crew. You made a rule to yourself, if you were going to sleep with Namjoon’s friend or anyone associated with him, you would only do it three times, and Taehyung had reached his max.

You first began to have sex with Namjoon’s friends as a way to get back at him for ruining your relationship with your last boyfriend. He had gotten your ex super drunk and ended up sleeping with one of Namjoon’s whores. So, you decided to fuck his close friend, Yoongi. When he found out you had sex with him, he got angry at you to the point where even you were a little afraid of him. He dragged his friend by the collar and pounded his head against the wall several times, until you stopped Namjoon, not even realizing he nearly killed the poor guy.

You stopped fucking with his friends or the people that knew him for awhile, until you met Taehyung. He was wild and crazy, which you found super attractive. You teased each other for awhile, until one drunken night, you both fucked in the back of an alleyway. Then the second time was when Namjoon left the house to grab some beers, leaving you and Taehyung home alone. It was fun while it lasted, but you didn’t want Taehyung to get paralyzed like how Yoongi almost was. Even though you liked messing with his friends, you knew your limits.

The next morning you had woken up early to head to school. Finals were nearing, and you needed study and practice. You made your way to the open gate and heard a familiar voice.

“I wasn’t scared of him. If anything, he should’ve been scared of me.”

You turned your head to the sound of his voice. It was the boy from the day before. Jeon Jungkook. He looked at you the same way he did yesterday with his innocent brown eyes. He was alluring, you felt as though time had slowed down while walking past him. His eyes followed you, again never dropping or looking away, you swore the corners of his mouth formed into a grin before you turned away and entered the school building.

You suddenly had a craving for him. Young and innocent. They weren’t typically your type, you seemed to always fall for much older guys, but Jungkook had something that was interesting.

You made your way up to the library and hid yourself in the corner of the room. There were two empty desks next to you, one in front and one on your side. In hopes no one would come sit next to you, you placed your backpack on the desk in front of you. You took out your notebook and book, resting your leg on the chair in front of you, you began to study.

“This seat isn’t taken, is it?”

You looked up and saw Jungkook smirk. He looked more handsome up close. He had a baby face, but it was do-able. You scratched your head and sighed.

“Sorry, it’s taken.” You answered.

“I don’t buy that, baby girl.”

He pulled out the chair you rested your leg on and sat in the seat. He placed his elbows on the desk and rested his chin on his knuckles, staring at you up and down.

“What do you want?” You groaned.

“You.” He immediately replied.

His word sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t help but grin. Charming. But you weren’t submissive like he thinks you are. You were in charge, you were always in charge.

“Get in line, sweetheart. There’s a lot of guys who want me.”

“I know, but do you want them? I saw the way you were staring at me. I know you want me too.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Cause your leg is rubbing against mine right now.” A devilish smirk began to form on his face when you realized you were caressing his right leg. You felt your cheeks get warm, they were probably red as hell. You were caught in a situation, you’ve never been in before. You didn’t even notice you were touching him. You pulled your leg away and tucked a piece of you hair behind you ear, clearing your throat before replying to him.

“It’s only because you’re so close to me. Trust me, sweetheart. I’m really not interested.”

“It’s fine. I like them hard to get anyways, it’s more fun. I know you’ll think about me when you’re fingering yourself, so just talk to me when you want me to help you out.” He lifted one of his fingers and placed it in his mouth, sucking it once before getting up and walking away. You bit your lip, and chuckled to yourself. This was going to be fun. You hope he would decline Namjoon’s offer because you wanted him for yourself. You wanted him more than just three times, for once you really desired someone.

Part 1 is finally up. I always like to add a little background before actually getting into the whole series. I hoped you guys liked it, I’ll try update this series as often as I can since I’m still writing The Last One, but I decided to be nice and gift you all with part 1 on Intimate. Look forward to more, and feel free to leave your opinions! I honestly still need to practice writing smut scenes so kekeke. Until next time, xoxo. 

Oh no you didn’t

Based on this post 

Summary: Spidey doesn’t know just how far Barnes will go. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Warnings: Language, fighting?

Word Count: 703

A/N: Written in Bucky’s POV // wowow this was fun to write, I’m sorry if this sucks, I never write fight scenes so I hope y’all still enjoy! (I pictured TH’s Spider-Man, but AG’s Spidey would also work well for this)

“Y/N, you okay up there?” Steve’s voice comes through the com in my ear. I’m sidestepping, blocking a shot from the gunman across from me, when I finish him with an uppercut to the jaw. I look up at the roof of the building across from me, spotting Y/N just as she fires her gun at another gunman.

“Just peachy, Rogers. I’ve got it handled.” As if she knew I was watching, she turns and waves in my direction, before dropping down. I turn around, spotting the spider kid crawling along the side of the building behind me.

“Barnes, lend me a hand and take out the spider? His webs are starting to annoy me.”

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You know, in this town, an artist really needs a lot of space when they’re trying to create something special. A place to cultivate a world of their own, far away from the real world that’s around them. Luckily for me, I live right inside the middle of the “H” of the Hollywood sign. And this is how I spend most of my nights: perched high above the chaos that swirls within the city of angels below. Now don’t get me wrong, I love to dip my toe into the muck and the mires of the city every now and then. Especially on Tuesdays. But truthfully, when I’m in the middle of making a record, especially now when the world is in the middle of such a tumultuous period, I find I really need to take the space for myself far away from real life, to consider what my contribution to the world should be in these dark times.
So each morning, I have the luxury of asking myself, “What shall I cook up for the kids today? Something with a little spice? Something with a little bitterness but is ultimately sweet? Or shall I take the day off and turn down the fire, and just take a moment to send my love to them over the ether?” Because sometimes, just being pure of heart and having good intentions and letting them be known is the most worthy contribution an artist can make. So, even though these times can feel a little bit crazy, they’re not so very different from what other generations have experienced at one time or another before. Amidst all the uncertainty, and as we transition out of one era into another one, there’s no place I’d rather be than smack-dab in the middle of “Holly-weird” making this record for you. Because you, and the music, and this place, are my love, my life, my lust for life.
Different Earth's, Same Idea

Sorry for the wait! Enjoy!

Request: You’re Barry’s sibling on this earth and Cisco and you’ve never thought about a relationship ever. But then an alternate you pops in for some reason and lays one on Cisco which makes you super jealous and everything super awkward. But you all get a happy ending. (Word Count: 3884)

Originally posted by sssssssim

Growing up as Barry’s little sister wasn’t always easy. After we’d lost our Mom and our father was arrested, things were just slightly different. Yes, we were close, but I think we were both too afraid of losing the other that there was always a distance between us.

As a result, our paths, while traveled together, always had some firm line between it. He became a forensic scientist and I became a sketch artist, both working for CCPD. Living with the Wests was great, but again, that line was always there between Barry and Iris and I, most likely due to the three year age difference we shared. Even when Barry started spending more time at STAR Labs, I wasn’t immediately notified of the major effect of his lightning incident because Joe wanted to keep his girls safe. Iris was a reporter that had a knack for discovering things, and I was only aware of something if it was drawn out right in front of me. Naturally, you can guess who found out Barry’s big secret first.

And after that, it was like a light had switched back on. Learning how our mother died and that Barry now had the power to protect us seemed to immediately close whatever distance he and I had created. It was a closure to a traumatizing night we both desperately needed. And it was one thing that Eobard Thawne had managed to do right: merge my brother and I’s paths back onto the same road.
 As a result, I had two other families I fit in with: the Wests and the STAR Labs team.

And that’s all we were. Family. No harboring feelings for anyone, good or bad. I wasn’t secretly longing for a certain mechanical engineer that was a great friend for both Barry and I.

At least… I think that was the case. Until she had come along.

It was a good night as Team Flash celebrated another win. Caitlin and I were heading the Cortex as both Barry and Cisco were out on the field, an exciting moment for both guys as it was the first official outing for Vibe, and so far it was going really well.

“Alright, boys! That’s a wrap for tonight, so go ahead and come back so the Doctor can patch you up!” I smirked at Caitlin as I leaned back in the chair. I could hear the two superheroes’ confirmation and rolled my chair towards the brunette.


“We never finished our conversation.” Caitlin rolled her eyes with a gentle smile.

“We went out for dinner and had a nice time.” At my grin, she shook her head. “It really isn’t anything. Julian and I are just friends!”

“Uh-huh. Surrre.”

She glared at me, losing the seriousness as a small grin was on her face. Her grin widened though as she squinted her eyes briefly. “What about you? Anyone caught your eye lately?”

I thought briefly about it. Between work at CCPD and work at STAR Labs, there really wasn’t anytime to see or meet anyone new. The closest I got to hanging out with another male (that wasn’t my brother) was Cisco and our office movie nights. It was a way to keep ourselves sane during nights when he needed to work on superhero stuff and I needed to work on police stuff (and there were plenty of them).

Subconsciously, I smiled as I remembered last night’s argument over The Princess Bride, a movie I refused to see simply because it ticked Cisco off.

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Youngjae’s First Offense {Choi Youngjae}

Prompt: Youngjae’s first blowjob

Pairing: Youngjae x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warning: None



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anonymous asked:

ok but TEASING THE HELL OUT OF HARRY?? like the two of you are casually watching tv all snuggled up together and outa the blue y/n's just like "I bet I can turn you on" ONGDHJ



“Bet I can turn you on.” Y/N glances up at Harry from where her head is snuggled cozily into the plushness of his thighs, the left corner of her mouth tilting up mischievously.

Harry looks down at her, the bright green of his eyes reflecting the images on the TV across from their spot on the couch. His eyebrows raise up slightly in challenge and he purses his lips into a cocky smirk. “I dunno, doll. Last time you tried something along those lines, you were the one that ended up begging for it.”

A tight huff leaves her lips as she sits up abruptly, the hand that he had been combing soothingly through her hair slipping out and falling limply into his lap. Harry lolls his head in her direction and she wants nothing more than to smack the arrogant grin off his face.

Her eyes narrow. “I won’t let it happen this time.”

He gives her a slow, effortless shrug, reaching up to run his long fingers through his short, messy hair. His remark is snippy and teasing, showing her that he sincerely believes she can’t get away with it. “Sure you won’t.”

Y/N pouts, climbing her way onto his lap to straddle him, sitting comfortably onto his thick thighs and forcing him to look at her. “I’m serious! I’ll win this time!”

“Sure you will.” Harry remarks flatly, loving how he’s managing to rile her up so easily. His large hands coast up her expose thighs (the fluffy, hot pink panda pajama shorts she’s wearing are absurdly adorable) and trail up her hips, dipping under the “Disneyland 60th Diamond Celebration” t-shirt that he had bought her when they’d vacationed in Florida during the summer. Her skin is soft and warm against his fingertips, contrasting the cold that filters around the house from the air conditioning.

“Love when you get all competitive. Y'look so cute when you glare at me like that,” he chuckles softly, pecking at the grouchy frown that plumps her rosy lips, “but we both know who would end up on top, pet. Same as last time, and the time before that. You can’t beat the reigning champion.”

“Doesn’t mean I won’t try,” she crosses her arms across her chest defiantly, arching up a single eyebrow and setting her expression into one of intense determination.

Harry simply shrugs again, leaning back against the sofa cushions and crossing his arms behind his head as he gives sigh, blinking at her nice and slow, taunting. He shifts his legs and she can feel that he doesn’t have any underwear on under the electric blue running shorts. “Knock yourself out.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

Y/N takes his lack of briefs as an advantage, the absence of an extra layer meaning that anything she does will impact him more directly. She begins to rock back and forth against his crotch gently, using her knees to propel her motion. Her arms drape across his broad shoulders, fingers burying themselves within the short chestnut waves along the back of his head (his hair no longer curled do to how much had been snipped off). Her lips tickle down the slope of his jaw and down the center of his throat, where she sucks harshly on his Adam’s Apple.

“S'not workin’, baby. Gotta try harder than that.” Harry’s voice is deep and raspy, but Y/N hears the tiniest quiver edging into it.

She quickly grabs at the locks on the very top, pulling them back so that his head snaps back onto the couch cushion, where she holds all control over what he can and can’t see. Y/N presses sloppy kisses onto his chin and up to his temple, hearing his breathing start to catch. She presses her forehead to his so that their gazes are leveled, looking into the clear green sheen of his eyes as she begins to bounce against his now semi-hard cock.

“I’d say I’m doing pretty damn well,” The breath from Y/N’s words tickle Harry’s lips, their noses nudging as she speeds up her pace, swiveling her hips in small circles as she feels his fingers twitching against her waist.

“Not gonna give up that easy,” Harry grunts stubbornly, but his body tells a different story in the way his hips are subtly bucking up against her. His mouth falls open, shallow gasps filling the air around him as his eyes become half-lidded in pleasure.

“Oh, yeah?” Y/N proceeds to halt her humping, dropping one of her hands from where it grips his shoulder down to the elastic waist band of his mesh shorts and thrusting it inside. She fondles his warm balls, squeezing and massaging them roughly, reminiscing in the strangled squawk that lodges inside his throat. “How about now?”

Harry tries to jerk his head forward but she tightens her grip on his hair, keeping his head pressed against the couch. He feels uneasy since he can’t see what she is going to do to him next, the way she is now twisting at his prick causing him to buck and thrash against his seat. “No fair! You touched me directly! That’s cheating!”

He’s gasping out the words desperately, his thighs clamping around the fist she has him cupped inside, trying to regain his winning composure. Y/N keeps her forehead flushed against his, her lips nipping at his own as she smiles triumphantly, laughing almost maniacally.

“Oops,” she whispers, now fully stroking him, thumbing over his sticky tip, his warm shaft seeming to burn her fingertips. “Say that I’m the winner or I’ll make you come.”

Harry gets quite sensitive after he comes and it usually takes him about ten minutes to get enough stamina back to regain a fucking session, so he doesn’t like coming from handsies. He calls them “fake-gasms” because it’s not the genuine, classic orgasm that he could get from being inside Y/N.

“No! No, no– okay! Okay, you win! You win! Just s-stop!” He’s pawing blindly at the arm she has shoved down his pants, trying to get her out before he bursts.

Y/N releases him, drawing her wet finger out of his soaked shorts and wiping them off on the fabric of the outer part of his right leg while smiling giddily. She lets go of his hair, allowing him to crane his neck forward, working out a stiff kink as he rubs at his mildly aching shoulders.

“Fuck…” Harry swallows thickly, blinking slowly to try and anchor himself back into reality. His mind is groggy and his teeth feel fuzzy, his entire body having been on the edge of climax to only crash back down. Rather roughly, he might add.

“I win, you lose, meaning I get to pick your punishment.” Y/N claps her hands excitedly, bouncing against his thighs playfully, and he wonders how it is possible for a girl as endearingly childish as Y/N to switch into the dominant stance she had just been using.

“But you– you cheated!” He splutters, looking up at her with sweaty, furrowed brows and bated breathe.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Y/N states blankly, cupping his face in her smaller hands and kissing the very tip of his cold nose.

Harry sighs, giving up easily since he still feels too off-balance to argue his point. “Fine. What’ll it be, then?”

She gets up, heading towards the staircase and turning back just as she climbs onto the first step. “I’m going get some lube and that strap-on Niall bought us for Valentine’s Day.”

Harry makes an unmanly squeak, not sure if he is up for that type of exertion at the moment. “You’re kidding, right? It’s been months since we’ve done that, Y/N! I’m gonna need some time to stretch myself out and I feel better using the water-based lube– y'know, the one we ran out of the other day? I dunno if–”

“Start prepping. I’ll be back in a jiffy.” And with that, her quick steps fade into the second floor of their flat.

Fuck me,“ Harry huffs begrudgingly, flopping onto his stomach and pulling his knees up to his chest, sticking his bum up in the air. He hooks his thumbs into his shorts and pushes them down, the cold air making his skin crawl. He slowly circles a finger around his puckering hole, dipping just the tip in and wincing slightly at the sensation.

He can’t say he’s not excited, though. Y/N was really good at pegging him and as he gradually begins to loosen himself up, he anticipates something inside him. Y/N is taking longer than expected and he’s starting to become impatient so he takes it upon himself to naturally lube up somewhat, licking at his index finger and toying it inside his hole. He moans quietly, thighs clenching and back muscles going taut under his black t-shirt.

“You look really good like that,” A soft voice speaks up, causing him to scream out in alarm.

Harry looks under himself to see Y/N standing behind him with the leather strap on secured around her hips, the hot pink, sparkly dildo standing proudly erect and covered in a thick layer of glossy lube.

“You good?” She kneels behind him on the couch, thumbing carefully over his throbbing entrance.

He hums softly– almost a whimper– grabbing a couch pillow and biting into it for support. He feels Y/N’s clothed chest press against his back, peppering kisses along the back of his neck as comfort.

“Quick or slow?”

“Quick.” He breathes, gripping the cushion tighter.

“On three. One, two–”

Hips are thrust swiftly against his and he feels himself filling up to the brink. Harry isn’t kidding when he says that the scream he lets out could put a pornstar to shame.

Lust For Life

You know, in this town, an artist really needs a lot of space when they’re trying to create something special. A place to cultivate a world of their own, far away from the real world that’s around them. Luckily for me, I live right inside the middle of the “H” of the Hollywood sign. And this is how I spend most of my nights: perched high above the chaos that swirls within the city of angels below.

Now don’t get me wrong, I love to dip my toe into the muck and the mires of the city every now and then. Especially on Tuesdays. But truthfully, when I’m in the middle of making a record, especially now when the world is in the middle of such a tumultuous period, I find I really need to take the space for myself far away from real life, to consider what my contribution to the world should be in these dark times.

So each morning, I have the luxury of asking myself, “What shall I cook up for the kids today? Something with a little spice? Something with a little bitterness but is ultimately sweet? Or shall I take the day off and turn down the fire, and just take a moment to send my love to them over the ether?” Because sometimes, just being pure of heart and having good intentions and letting them be known is the most worthy contribution an artist can make.

So, even though these times can feel a little bit crazy, they’re not so very different from what other generations have experienced at one time or another before. Amidst all the uncertainty, and as we transition out of one era into another one, there’s no place I’d rather be than smack-dab in the middle of “Holly-weird” making this record for you. Because you, and the music, and this place, are my love, my light, my lust for life.

Don’t Make it Weird pt. 3

lol wasn’t expecting to make another part to this but here i am. kinda already a minific now but i’m enjoying it so it’s fiiiinnneee

“You bitch!” Eren cursed as Mikasa passed him, a red shell hitting the back of his cart and causing him to land in 4th place. She only laughed, shooting him a prideful grin as she made her way into first place. “God, you’re so fucking dead.”

“Hey,” Levi scolded from the kitchen, “language.”

Mikasa laughed again, leaning back against the couch leisurely. “Eren just has anger issues.”

He bit a response back at her in German, gripping the controller with a little too much force and he sucked in a deep breath so that he could calm down. Sure, he was a little competitive. That wasn’t necessarily bad. He just liked to win and only win.

And if he didn’t… well God have mercy on the soul that cost him his win. 

“You say that like I don’t already know,” Levi called from the kitchen, a teasing edge to his wonderfully melodious voice that Eren wanted to record and listen to every night (yeah he was also a creepy stalker but that’s beside the point). He really needed to reevaluate his life decisions and choices. 

“How would you kn—ha! Suck my strap-on!” She jumped up as she crossed the finish line in first place, seconds before Eren and pumped her fists in the air. 

He watched for a few moments, eyebrows raising. “You know, if I’m gonna suck anything, it’s gonna be—”

“So dad, what’s for dinner?” Mikasa cut him off swiftly, turning on her heel to head into the kitchen without so much as a second glance at Eren over her shoulder. 

Eren followed in, flicking Mikasa’s ear as he walked past and hopped up on the island counter. He picked at the grapes sitting a bowl off to the side, Levi moving it out of his way with a pointed look. 

“Well, I was planning to invite over Hange and Farlan and maybe Erwin over for dinner—”

“Key word being ‘was’. Does that mean that you aren’t anymore? I mean, it’s just Eren to add. If you don’t invite Erwin then it should be fine.”

Levi rolled his eyes, pulling chicken out of the fridge. “Well, I think he has to work. So I’m not sure if he can come anyway.”

“… If I need to, I can just go across the street and make myself a sandwich,” Eren offered. He felt bad for suddenly barging in without asking first. Especially when Levi seemed to already have plans for friends to come over. 

“Kid, you’re just as much family as they are.” Levi offered a reassuring smile to the boy sitting on his counter, holding his eyes for a moment too long before turning to Mikasa. “Just make sure the house is clean.”

It was Eren’s turn to laugh, sliding off the counter as he pushed his hair back out of his face. “Yeah, as if this house isn’t cleaner than my soul.”

“There are a lot of things cleaner than your soul,” Mikasa said, crossing her arms over her chest and hip jutting out with the same sass as her father held. It was kinda weird sometimes. “Your gross soul that desires weird things.”

“Shut up.” 

Levi looked back and forth between them, eyebrows raising at Mikasa’s innuendo. “Do I even want to ask?”

“Please don’t,” Eren whined. 

“You could but that doesn’t mean you’d get anything out of it.” Mikasa shrugged. 

“Teenagers,” he grumbled to himself with a shake of his head. 

Eren helped clean what little of the house needed to be cleaned, Levi on and off the phone with his friends. He laughed, low and hearty in his chest and it made Eren swoon at the knees. 

He couldn’t help but continue thinking about it, chewing on his nails as they lounged around in the living room, Mikasa flipping through channel after channel while trying something somewhat interesting to watch. Her legs laid out on his lap as she did, her rambling going through one of his ears and out the other. 

The doorbell rang and Eren jumped, being snapped out of his thoughts about the man preparing dinner in the kitchen. 

“Come in!” Mikasa yelled, refusing to move from her spot on the couch. 

“Lazy much?” Eren chided, earning a gentle kick to his side.

They both jumped when the door swung opened loudly with Hange yelling, “I have arrived!” and walked over into the living room to ruffle both Eren and Mikasa’s hair despite how much they groaned and squirmed away from her. 

Following her into the kitchen, Eren and Mikasa took their seats at the bar, watching as Hange attempted to give Levi a hug, but was, of course, denied one as he focused on the food that he was trying to prepare. They bickered like an old married couple. It was quite amusing. 

“Hange! You left the door open.” 

Eren sat up, eyebrows pulling together in confusion at the familiar voice that echoed from the front door. He watched the kitchen entry way, waiting for the owner of said familiar voice to appear. He wanted to rule out who he was thinking that it was. 

“And you left your wallet in the car and—” she stopped. “Eren?”


Levi and Hange looked up, exchanging looks before looking at Eren and then Isabel before back to Eren again. 

“You two know each other?” Hange asked. 

“Yeah,” the red head nodded. She set her stuff on the table, walking over to Eren with a confused look but a smile as well. “We’re cousins from his dad’s side. It’s a long story. What are you doing here?”


Levi spoke up, interrupting Eren. “He lives across the street. Him and Mikasa have been best friends since the moment we moved in.”

Isabel raised her eyebrows, a look crossing her face and a smug grin danced over her lips. And Eren knew exactly why. He remembers ranting to Isabel every chance that he could get about the hot guy that lived across the street and about how much Eren was practically in love with him but how, unfortunately, hot guy was very, very off limits. 

“Well,” she wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close with a grin that he wasn’t exactly sure that he trusted. “This should be fun.”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7


  • Kids With Guns :

❝ Kids with guns, taking over. ❞
❝ But it won’t be long. ❞
❝ They’re mesmerized. ❞
❝ Easy does it, easy does it. ❞
❝ They got something to say no to. ❞
❝ And they turn into monsters. ❞
❝ Turning us into fire. ❞
❝ Turning us into monsters. ❞
❝ It’s all desire. ❞
❝ There you are. ❞
❝ Doesn’t make side to. ❞
❝ It won’t be long. ❞
❝ ‘Cause kids with guns.  ❞

  • Last Living Souls :

❝ Are we the last living souls? ❞
❝ Take a gun. ❞
❝ That’s no way to behave. ❞
❝ But just as long you need the gear. ❞
❝ So sing a song that doesn’t sin. ❞
❝ Are we the last to get away? ❞
❝ Well we know. ❞
❝ Doesn’t seem to be complete. ❞
❝ Get up, get up, get up, get up. ❞
❝ 'Cause all out of song. ❞
❝ I got it down wrong. ❞
❝ I see myself. ❞
❝ An all-seeing door now. ❞

  • Don’t Get Lost in Heaven :

❝ Got off a plane to the countryside. ❞
❝ I drove to the mountain and holding the ground. ❞
❝ There was crack on the corner and someone dead. ❞
❝ And fire coming out of the monkey’s head. ❞
❝ Don’t get lost in heaven, eh. ❞
❝ They got locks on the gate, hey. ❞
❝ Don’t go over the edge, eh. ❞
❝ You’ll make a big mistake, hey. ❞
❝ Put me in a cab to suburbia. ❞
❝ I just took a line but I wasn’t with you. ❞
❝ There was more of it there, when I got back home. ❞
❝ But you had left me. ❞
❝ You don’t know my soul. ❞

  • Demon Days :

❝ In demon days, it’s cold inside. ❞
❝ You don’t get nobody, people sigh. ❞
❝ It’s so bad, lasting far, but love yourself. ❞
❝ Hiding in a hole in there. ❞
❝ All the glasses are too big. ❞
❝ Bring it back, got to hold it back. ❞
❝ To let you do that yet you don’t want me back. ❞
❝ Before it fall down, falling down falling down. ❞
❝ Falling out to go far from the soul. ❞
❝ Well these demon days are so cold inside. ❞
❝ It’s so hard to live, and so to survive. ❞
❝ You can’t even trust the air you breathe. ❞
❝ You love yourself because it’s easy. ❞


The door clicked shut, keys jingled, heavy footsteps along the floorboards and you could hear his heartbeat thump within his chest. Each light in the living room flickered on, Marcel spotted you in the mirror sitting comfortably on his sofa.

“Breaking and entering, why am I not surprised?”. He rolled up his sleeves, stance conveying his dominance, making him ooze sex appeal.

Clicking your nails together, you travelled over his body making it quite obvious. Standing from the sofa, you poured two glasses of Marcel’s favourite drink and handed him a glass. “It’s not breaking and entering if the door wasn’t locked”.

He took the drink and sat it down onto the table. “What are you doing here, Y/N?”.

“Can’t a girl stop by to say hi?”. Reaching to touch his shirt, he gripped your wrist and let go seconds later. Marcel moved further away, but even a large gap wasn’t enough to stop this magnetic energy wanting to pull the two of you closer. Both could feel it, the look in each other’s eyes said it all.

“Go home, Y/N. You shouldn’t even be here”.

To say that didn’t sting a little, would be a poor lie. The confidence you had sitting on the sofa was starting to abandon you. And the knot forming in your stomach, tightened. “So what, we sleep together and now you want nothing to do with me?”.

Marcel’s eyes shifted to nowhere in particular. “It was a mistake”,

Those words crushed down on you and it took a long minute to compose yourself. “You’re such a coward, Marcel Gerard”.


He boldly stretched out to touch your arm, but you pushed his chest causing him to collide with the nearest wall. “No matter how many times you try to convince me, I’m not going to believe you”. Marcel pressed his lips together, looking at you delicately. “Not the way you touched me or kissed me. And in that bedroom, in your bed, not one second of it felt like a mistake”. Shouting across the room, breathing deeply you tried to regain your previous posture.

It had been 20 minutes of deafening silence. At this point Marcel was watching intently across the room as you occupied the dinning room chair. “We can’t be together Y/N. I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t need Klaus on my ass for sleeping with his sister”.

Straightening your jacket, you glared. “Like I said, coward. At least be King enough to attempt your real feelings. Because I heard your heartbeat, it was beating pretty damn fast earlier”.

Marcel vamped full sped, hovering over the chair. “Y/N Mikaelson you are the best damn thing about this city and as much as I want you, I can’t act on my feelings. All it will do is put both of us in danger. I’m trying to protect you from your lunatic bother”.

His aftershave, musky and strong mixed with a crisp freshness was clouding your senses. Making it impossible to think straight or logically. “I can handle Klaus, hell I’ve been doing so for the past 1,000 years. But it’s about time I do something for myself”. Hands sliding behind his neck, he now sat firmly on the chair with you seated perfectly in his lap. “Your King, Marcel. And I surrender to you”.

He gulped, hands lingering over your waist. Tracing the outline of his jaw, you needed for him to put his fingers on your burning skin. “Touch me, Marcel”, flirtatiously whispering.

Eyes locked, tension bubbling.

“I need you to leave, please Y/N don’t make it more difficult than it needs to be”.

Climbing off his lap, this was the second time you felt like a fool. “Fine, be like that. Have fun keeping yourself warm at night”.

Marcel called on out as he watched you swing your body from left to right. “Oh, I think I’ll be just fine keeping myself warm".

Spinning around. “Who are you kidding, Marcel. You’ll be tossing and turning all night. Regretting that you just let the best damn thing walk right out your door”.

In true Mikaelson fashion you got in the last word and flashed a smug smirk. This love story wasn’t finished, not by a long shot.



Requested BTS Fake Text: Linking the same girl! (Pt.5) 

(Pt.1)  (Pt.2)  (Pt.3)  (Pt.4) 

“Really, you had to take me here?” I asked confused. “Yes! I know that you love theme parks…well…at least I’ve heard” he said sounding sincere. “From who?” I asked. “Does it matter?” he asked. “Well no” I simply said. “Then let’s go and have fun!” he screamed and started to run. “Taehyung!!, wait for me!” I screamed back. I started to run to his direction and arrived in front of him, he was playfully smirking. “Here” he said while handing me, my ticket. “Thank you” I said. “You are welcome” he said with a smile. We continued to walk and a security guard took a looked through our belongings and let us in. I starred awed by the amazing rides in front of me…Which one should I ride first, I asked myself over and over again. Until V, read my thoughts, grabbed my hand and dragged me to the first ride that was on his way. 

We rode all of the amazing rides, except one… The Ferris Wheel. “Ready: he said pointing to it. “Yeah” I gulped. I am not afraid or anything but, I know that most of the times, when the Ferris wheel stops,  if you’re with a guy, he should kiss your lips when the cart stops and right now I don’t want that to happen…Well who I’ma kidding…I do..but? But what? I kept asking myself. “Next” a voice screamed and I knew it was our turn. We headed into our cart and we since we sat facing each other, we just starred. “You know” he started to say but the ride abruptly started. Making me land on top of him. “Sorry” I said as I tried to get off him but failed. He looking into my eyes, he said “Well…I don’t mind…” he was leaning in and so was a I. He kissed me softly and I kissed him back…I’ve tried to stop but I couldn’t. The kiss ended and we both smiled at each other..me of embarrassment of course. After a couple of minutes, the ride ended, and since he kept insisting that he wanted to give me a ride…I gave in. 

After a 20 minute dive or so…V dropped me off. I waved my goodbye and quickly walked over at my apartment. I was so happy but then I started to think about Hoseok…I feel like I betrayed him.I can’t keep this up. I can’t play with both hearts. I sighed…I am so confused..what should I do? 

5 Facts About Me

I was tagged by @peachymess Thank you!!!

1. I am autistic! I vocally stim when I’m alone. When I was a kid, I used to make a croaky throat noise. I have not been able to make it since I watched certain horror movie, because I scare myself shitless doing it. 🤐 I also have texture issues and sometimes need social cues explained to me.
2. My favorite song will always be Bohemian Rhapsody. I also have a soft spot for The Day The Music Died, Hotel California, and just generally speaking songs that are absurdly long. Please don’t turn the car off in the middle of them. Let them finish.
3. I am in training to be a pharmacy tech! I still want to go to college one day, but work is training me for free, and I’m making 12 bucks an hour so I am not complaining.
4. I am p much Luna Lovegood with brown hair. My special interests as a child were unicorns and mermaids. I checked out SO MANY books on them from the library, which lead me to other folklore, ghosts, and cryptids. My dream is one day to go hiking through the haunted as shit woods between Pennsylvania and New Jersey and see if I can get a glimpse of The Jersey Devil
5. This blog was once upon a time a purely aesthetics blog. I dont know what happened, either, or which fandom to blame butbI am going to go out on a limb here and say it was PJO.

I tag: @inkandowl @hereticalchild @moriicat @deathbyunicornashes @pink-spaceturtle5 @ready-edmayne @bettrdays @hilow and honestly anyone else that wants to do this.

Positive - Johnny Imagine (Requested)


The cold tile of the floor sent chills up my spine as I slowly slid to the ground. One hand clutched my mouth as a tear rolled down my cheek, the other holding the tiny piece of plastic that would completely turn my world upside down.
I sighed deeply, my breath shaking as I read the small print over and over again.
I felt my chest tighten. The idea of having a child at 16 made my head spin. Especially when me and Johnny lived here, like this.
No. Not here - not this.
How could I let this happen?
We were too young and I was far too terrified to have a baby.
Hell, I was still in school. We both were.
And my family, lord; they’d never forgive me.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when I heard my front door barge open. My eyes opened wide as if I were a deer caught in headlights.

“(Y/N)!” my boyfriend of two years, Johnny, called.

I heard his footsteps head down the hallway until he reached the bathroom door.

“(Y/N), you in here?”

I saw the knob turn and I slowly started to get up.

“Oh baby, you’ll never guess what happened at Bucks last night..” he said excitedly, stepping into the dim room.

“(Y/N)? Shoot, what’s wrong doll?” he said, rushing to my side suddenly at the sight of me in tears.

“Johnny I-I..”

How could I even begin to tell him something like this?

“What is it?” he asked, cupping my cheek gently.

I looked into his eyes; I could tell he was just as scared as I was.
I sighed deeply, then slowly reached my arm out to him. My hand shook in fear as I showed him the tiny test.
I loved Johnny, of course. I’ve loved him ever since I met him. But just something about this moment made me feel so sick and disconnected from him. I’d never been scared to tell Johnny anything before, but in this moment, I’ve never been more terrified of anything else in my life.

Seconds went by, what felt like years. Johnny let out a shaky breath and swallowed hard. His face looked drained from all expression, as I’m sure mine did too.

“I-It’ll be okay” he whispered.

“We’ll be okay…right (Y/N)?”

He looked up at me with glossy eyes as if I knew the answer. What was once my confident and lovable Johnny had disappeared in just minutes. I now recognized the same Johnny I’d met just a few years ago. The scared, quiet boy that always had a sad puppy dog look. A boy I hadn’t seen this terrified in years.

We stood there together in silence as the realization of what’s happening sank in.


“You’re sure your moms okay with me staying too?” I asked hastily as (Y/N) and I finished loading cans into the cabinets of her small kitchen.

“I told you Johnny, it’s fine.” she sighed.

I watched as she went to grab the last of the groceries. Her eyes winced in pain along with an irritated groan as she bent over to pick up the last bag. I immediately rushed to her side, rubbing her back as she hunched over in pain.

“Don’t worry baby, I got it” I said, taking the last bag from her hand.

“It’s fine Johnny. I’m fine!” she said, shoving my arm off of her. “I don’t need anymore help. I’ll finish the groceries myself.”

She then turned away, signaling me to back off.
What can I do?
(Y/N)’s been acting like this ever since we found out about the pregnancy. I know we’re both too young for this, but it doesn’t even seem like she wants to have the baby with me. She’s been pushing me away for days. I can’t believe a couple of kids like us even got into this in the first place. I figured doing mom and dad stuff would make us closer, but what if this just tears us apart?

I sighed and grabbed my jacket, heading out the front door. I felt the cool breeze of the Autumn air through my dark bangs as I walked down the street. I couldn’t tell you where I was going, just out thinking I guess. I watched the breeze flow through the trees as the yellow and brown leaves drifted away slowly. Summer was just over a month ago. It feels like just yesterday me, (Y/N), and the rest of the gang were taking trips to the lake and messing around with each other on our way to the movies. Who knew our lives could be changed forever.

I felt a hot tear run down my cheek. I wiped it away quickly. Even though the street was empty, I couldn’t be out here showing weakness. I had to stay tuff. Tuff for me, tuff for (Y/N), and mostly, tuff for our baby. I knew I shouldn’t be wasting my time crying over the way things used to be anyway, but shoot, I’ve always been sensitive. What if I couldn’t handle all the pressure? What if I wasn’t a good enough dad? What if I was a terrible father just like mine was? I couldn’t let that happen.

My old converse skimmed against the dusty road as I found myself wondering in front of my best friend Ponyboy’s house.

I had told the guys about the baby coming last week, and they’d looked just about as scared as I did. The only one that seemed to be excited was Soda. But he’s always smiling like that. I haven’t seen my buddies in a while, since we’ve been stressin and preparing for the future. I walked up to the front porch hesitantly and knocked on the door.

“What the hell do ya wan- Hey?! Johhny!” Dally’s eyes about popped out of his head as soon as he saw me at the door.

“Guys! Come here, it’s Johnnycake” he said excitedly, wrapping his arms around me and giving me his best knuckle-sandwich.

“Ay! Johnny boy! Johnny come here!” the guys yelled from inside the house.
I stepped in and was suddenly attacked by a flock of wild greasers.

“How ya been kid?” Two-Bit asked when everyone finally pulled away.

“Johnny, what’s wrong?” Pony asked, his features changing suddenly.

I guess he could tell I was upset. He did know me better than anyone else.

“Ay, what’s going on Johnny? Did something happen with your psycho mom again?” Dally butt in.

“Nah, guys. Its nothin” I replied, looking at the ground lowly.

“Aw come on kid, you know you can talk to us” Soda said, giving me a small smile.

“It’s just..” I started, “I-I don’t even know guys. A bunch of shit’s just been going on with me and (Y/N), and I don’t even know what to think anymore -“

I felt myself starting to tear up as I rambled on and on.

“I don’t know, I guess I just expected this to be better. But, shoot - things just ain’t the same anymore, ya know?”

I felt my heart rate start to increase and figured I just might have a panic attack or something.

“Listen Johnny” Dally said, shaking his head, “Sometimes no matter how hard ya try, a broad ain’t gonna be pleased with what you do for her”.

“Yeah Johnnycake, you know how them chicks can be” Two-Bit chuckled.

“I just wish there was a way I could make her happy again” I sighed.
“Even with the baby on the way.”

“Listen to me Johnny,” Steve spoke up, “One day you and (Y/N) are gonna work all these things out, you’re gonna pop out that beautiful little baby of yours, and every things gonna be okay kid.“

“Yeah Johnny. Just make sure she knows how much you love her” Soda said.

“Yeah, and the baby too.” Two-Bit assured me.

“I know you’re scared kid, hell, I would be too. But I promise it’s gonna be okay Johnny. We got your back, alright?” Dallas said, looking in my eyes to show he really meant it.

“Alright Dal” I smiled.

“Now go prove to (Y/N) that you’re gonna keep her and that baby safe!” Two-Bit said, jumping up and letting out an excited “yee-haw” noise.

I gotta admit, these guys are way too rowdy. But they’re the best friends a guy could ask for.

I made my way out the house, the guys cheering behind me. Even though I knew I could get a little soft sometimes, they were completely right about everything. I know this is just as hard for (Y/N) as it is for me, so I’m gonna do everything I can to make her feel alright.

Fifteen minutes later I stood outside her door with some flowers and a lot on my mind.

“Johnny?” she asked confused, opening the door.

“Baby, listen..” I started.

“Johnny I-It’s fine..I got way too worked up earlier and-“

“No (Y/N), listen” I cut her off.

“I remember the first night I saw you standing there at the drive in; I knew you were somethin special. You’re honestly the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. And even though I may be way too young to know anything about love, I know that you’re the only person I’d want to spend the rest of my days with. I promise to make this work. I can’t..I won’t end up like my parents. I know you’ll make a perfect mother for this baby” I said, setting a gentle hand on her stomach, “and I promise to love you and whoever this turns out to be, with all of my heart; for the rest of my life.”

I took a deep breath slowly, expecting a door slamming in my face as a response.

“Oh Johnny, I’m so sorry” (Y/N) choked out, tears running down her cheeks.

“I love you so much” she whispered, lunging towards me and throwing her arms around me.

“I love you too babygirl” I whispered with my arms around her waist.
“So damn much.”  

“The Man From The Past” - Derek Luh Fanfic (PART 31 - THE LAST PART)

(the gif and pictures are not mine, I found them on we heart it and tumblr)

PART 30 

A week later - The night before the wedding 

‘Okay, guys have fun tonight, don’t be too long tho, tomorrow’s your son getting married.’ I said to my parents holding Ethan on my hip. 

‘Don’t worry, we’re back before 11!’ My dad chuckled as they left the house and shut the door. 

Today was my mom and dad’s 25th Marriage anniversary. They have been married for 25 years, can you believe it? Can you imagine being with someone for 25 years and not get bored of them? I honestly can’t believe that you can be with someone for such a long time, but I guess that really is love. They’ve been through everything and anything, but their love never failed them. 

‘Mommy’ Ethan said leaning his head on my chest. 

‘Yes, baby?’ 

‘Ethan tired’ He said rubbing his eyes. 

‘You’re tired?’ I looked at the clock to see it showing 8 p.m. I was kind of surprised that he was sleepy since he never falls asleep before 10 p.m., it’s like impossible mission. ‘Let’s put you to bed, love.’ 

After I put him to bed and kissed him goodnight, I sat on the couch in the living room again and started going through the channels. Since there was nothing interesting on TV, I turned it off and just sat in silence. 

My mind went back to mom and dad being 25 years together which led me to Derek and I. I miss him, God I can’t without him. I crave his touch, his lips on mine, his arms around me. It’s been 3 years since we kissed. I tried so hard to move on, to forget him and start without him, but it’s like he left a mark on me. My heart doesn’t want anyone but him, it cries for him, it screams his name. 

Somehow, I think our love is as strong as mom and dads. We spent 3 years without each other and we’re still in love, he did what he did in the past and I forgave him because I love him, we have a child which was made out of love.

My fingers were quicker than my mind and I found myself dialing his number. I was literally crying while waiting for him to pick up and I really don’t know the reason. Maybe it’s because I started to feel physical pain how much I miss him. 



‘Y/n? How did you get my number?’  He asked.

‘Ian..’ I said shortly. 

‘Are you crying? What’s wrong?’ 

‘Derek, I need you. I need you so bad.’ I sobbed. 

‘What’s wrong, baby? Did something happen?’  I felt warm around my heart at him calling me ‘baby’.

‘No, you don’t understand, I need you in my life, I need you here beside me. I can’t take this anymore.’ 

‘Oh, y/n. I was waiting for so long to hear this.’ He said. ‘I love you.’ 

‘There’s something important I need to tell you..’ I said. 


‘Ethan is your son, Derek. You’re his dad.’ I said and seconds later I heard beeping signaling that he hung up on me. 

‘What..?’ Did he just? 

My heart broke into one million pieces. I was so hurt, I couldn’t believe he would do something like that. 

About 15 minutes, later the doorbell rang. I looked at the time and saw that it was 10 p.m. My parents couldn’t be back already. 

I opened the door to find Derek standing in front of them. 

‘Derek?’ I said quietly, tears still sliding down my cheeks. He said nothing but tightly pulled me to him into a hug burying his head into my neck. 

I continued to cry and I don’t know if it was because I was sad or happy because I didn’t know how I felt. 

‘I thought you got mad when I told you.’ I said pulling back and looking at him. 

‘Why didn’t you tell me earlier?’ He asked holding my face between his hands.

‘I’m so sorry, I just couldn’t..’ I said squeezing my eyes. He wiped away tears under my eyes and kissed my forehead. 

‘It’s okay, baby.’ He said gently rubbing my back and leaving kisses on my head. ‘It’s okay now.’


‘Do you want to see pictures of him when he was a baby?’ I asked. 

‘Yeah’ He said smiling and caressing my arm. 

We were sitting on the floor and next to my bed on which Ethan was sleeping. I was sitting between Derek’s legs and he had his arms wrapped around my waist. 

‘Let’s start with this one.’ I said showing him the picture. ‘This is the first ever picture of him taken.’

‘Oh God,look at his hands. They’re so tiny.’ Derek said smiling at the picture.

‘Yeah, these ones were also when he was around 3 months old’

‘You’re so beautiful here.’ He said and placed a soft kiss on my head making me blush a little.

‘This one is my all time favorite.’ I said remembering the morning I took this picture. ‘He woke up crying and I took him out of his cot and put him next to me on the bed. He immeaditely stopped cying and then we were cuddling all morning.’ I said putting a smile on Derek’s face again.

‘These two are with his favorite uncle.’ 

‘Oh, this happened recently actually. I was making breakfast and he was crying and I took him in my arms and sat him on the kitchen counter and I just opened the fridge to take the milk out and he put his hand into hot water.’ I said. 

‘Oh God.’ 

‘Yeah, I can’t literally take my eyes off of him for one second.’ I said looking at him. ‘But he’s till the best kid in the world.’ 

‘It’s because he has the best mom in the world.’ He said and I turned myself to him wrapping my arms around his neck.  

‘I love you.’ I whispered before connecting out lips. 

‘I love you, too so so much’ He said. ‘How about we go to my place?’ 

‘Ethan is sleeping.’ 

‘We’ll take him with us of course.’ 

‘Okay.’ I kissed his lips before getting up. Derek carefully took Ethan in his arms, but he shifted opening his eyes and starting to cry. 


‘Shh, mommy is here, love. It’s okay’ I said rubbing his belly. 


‘Finally’ I sighed as I got out of Derek’s room. ‘He’s asleep.’ I said. Derek pulled me down to him making me sit in his lap. He started kissing my neck making me moan. I tangled my finger in his hair gently pulling on it. ‘Baby..’ I started grinding my hips against him making him throw his head back giving me opportunity to leave marks all over his neck. 

‘Shit, y/n..’ He moaned. ‘Come here.’ He put me beneath him taking off my tank top and unzipping my pants. ‘I missed you, I missed you so much.’ 

‘Wait, babe..’ I said stopping him.

‘What’s wrong?’ He asked. 

‘I don’t want this to sound like I don’t love my child because I adore him, but please use a condom this time.’ I said looking at his eyes and he started laughing. ‘It’s not funny, okay? We’re not having sex if you don’t put the condom on and don’t even try to start with ‘I’ll pull out’ shit because you said that 3 years ago too and look where we are now.’ I chuckled. 

‘Okay, babe.’


The Wedding Day

‘Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of God, and in the face of this company, to join together this Man and this Woman in holy Matrimony.’ 

‘They look so happy.’ I whispered to Derek who was holding Ethan in his arms. 

‘Ian, do you take Bella to be your wife? Do you promise to be true to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and honor her all the days of your life?’ 

‘I do.’ 

‘Bella, do you take Ian to be your husband? Do you promise to be true to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love him and honor him all the days of your life?’ 

‘I do.’ 

‘What God has joined, men must not divide’ 

‘Oh my God, they’re husband and wife now.’ I whispered into Derek’s ear. 

‘Bella, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.’

‘Ian, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.’ 

‘I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.’ The priest said to Ian. He looked at Bella and they smiled to each other before connecting their lips together which was followed by everyone clapping and cheering. 

‘Our wedding is gonna be even better.’ Derek said into my ear. 

‘In your dreams, baby.’ I smiled and kissed his cheek. 

The End 

Another Member Kisses You While You’re Dating Him

I’m gonna do it like, he’s always been suspicious of ____ liking you, then he sees ____ try to kiss you. (Just going in alphabetical order).



Chanyeol, I just don’t-” You start to say while backing away, but he smashes his lips onto yours. You immediately pull away, but right when you do, Baekhyun walks in.

What the hell’s going on?” He yells angrily, staring right at you. You start to explain yourself, then Chanyeol interrupts. “Calm down man.” He says to Baekhyun.

He slowly turns his head to look at Chanyeol, then shoves his finger in his face. “If you ever-” He starts, walking closer and closer to Chanyeol. “-Go near her again, there’s going to be a very big problem.


Chen, no-” You say as he pushes you up against a wall. “I really like you..” He whispers, attempting to kiss you.

You hear footsteps come up from behind you, then feel yourself being lifted up forcefully. “Don’t touch my girlfriend.” Chanyeol mutters to Chen angrily. He stares at Chen for a few seconds before saying “You are dead to me..


No, I really don’t like you like that.” You say to D.O. as he stares deeply into your eyes. You turn your face away, but then he grabs your chin and forcefully kisses you.

What the actual fuck is this!?” Chen yells as he walks into the room. D.O. pulls away, but smirks, staring at an angry Chen. “I knew you always liked her like that you piece of shit..” Chen says walking toward him.

Chen, it didn’t mean anything-” You start to say as you lightly try to push him away. “Fuck this, I’m going to beat the shit out of you.” Chen says to D.O. and moves you away.


Kai, I understand, but I can’t return your feelings for me..” You say as Kai confesses. He nods, but attempts to give you just one kiss to try to change your mind. You push him away forcefully, and as you do, Kyungsoo walks in.

Did I just see what I think I saw?” He asks, looking at you with hurt eyes. “No, I was-” You start, but Kai interrupts. “I like her, a lot. Probably just as much as you.

D.O. stares at Kai with sad eyes and purses his lips. “That is just too bad Kai, because you can’t have her. She is my girlfriend, don’t even try to compare your love to my love for her because I am utterly in love with this woman. If I see you with her like this ever again, my anger will not be pleasant for you.

Originally posted by dyoru


(I’m doing Luhan for Kai cause there’s literally a perfect gif for it)

Luhan had just kissed you, without even letting you react, when Kai walked outside. Kai tells you to go inside, so you do.

Listen here,” Kai says grabbing Luhan by the coat and pushing him up against a wall roughly. “I know that you like my girlfriend, but you don’t just go and kiss her. She is mine, not yours, and you didn’t even ask how she felt. That is no way to treat a woman, forcing yourself onto them. You’re scum.


As Lay leans closer to you, you take a step back and hit the wall. “I’m sorry but I just can’t-” You say but get stopped as he presses his lips to yours.

Yixing, get the fuck out.” Kris says as he walks into the room, looking not impressed at all. There is no surprise on Kris’ face, only anger. “Look, I know you like her, but if you do something like that again, you’re done. So, get out of here before I do something too bad.

Originally posted by ohyaahkkaebsong


Sehun had you pinned to a wall, his arms on both sides of you. “I really do like you..” He says as he gets closer. As soon as his lips land on yours, you shove him roughly away.

What the hell!” Lay yells from behind Sehun. He turns around to look at a pissed off Yixing. “You’ve got to be kidding me, you would do this to me?!” 

It’s not like that.. I really like her, I couldn’t control myself..” Sehun says backing away.

You may have the looks, the voice, and even the moves, but the one thing I will make sure that you never have, is my girlfriend.” Lay shouts in Sehun’s face.

Protective Yixing is making me feel things


Suho grabs your arm as you walk past him, and spins you to look at him. “You can’t just tell me you don’t like me!” He says leaning in closer, as if it was a game to him.

I’m being serious, I don’t like you in that way, not one bit!” You yell. Suho grabs your face and kisses you. As soon as he does, you hear Luhan’s voice from behind you.

Get the fuck away from her.

Suho moves away and stares at Luhan with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I just-

I don’t want to hear it. I have no words to say to you, get out.


Tao grabs you roughly, placing his lips onto yours. It caught you off guard, coming out of nowhere.

You have three seconds to get the hell out of this house before I hurt you.” Sehun says, his voice intimidating and deep.

1..” He starts. “2..” He yells, pointing at the door. Tao slowly starts to walk out, while saying that he is sorry.

Sehun raises an eyebrow and rolls his eyes. “Get the fuck out.


You were outside, waiting for Suho to come back out from inside, when Xiumin walks outside and sits next to you.

Hey!” You say smiling as he sits down. He looks at you with a serious look on his face, then puts his hand on the back of your head to pull you to him. “Xiumin, no-

I knew something like this was bound to happen!” Suho yells, running over. He takes off his sweater and tells Xiumin to stand up.

Just because you like her, doesn’t mean you can go around touching my girl.

Originally posted by oh-prankster

Crying bc of how hot that gif is


Kris kisses you roughly, catching you super off guard. You push him away as hard as you can, but he pushes forward, shoving you up against a wall. You feel his mouth on yours again, but then he is shoved away from you.

You watch as Tao pins Kris up against the wall. “You’re an absolute piece of shit.” He yells. “Why the hell would you do that?

I like her so much.. I just-” “Did you think I was going to just let you go after doing something like that to my girlfriend?


No!” You yell at Baekhyun as he tries to kiss you. “I don’t like you like that, I love Xiumin!” 

I don’t care, I like you so much! You just don’t understand!” He says back.

She loves me, not you.” Xiumin says coming up behind Baekhyun. “So back the hell off before I beat the crap out of you.” 


Idea: Can you do one where reader, Dean and Sam have been working together for a little while reader is staying with them at the bunker, she really cares about Dean but recently he has been ignoring her or nasty if he does talk to her she just let’s it go until finally he says something really hurtful mean (maybe calls her pathetic or a burden) she breaks down finally. Sam confronts Dean knowing Dean cares about her you end how you like

I entered the library of the bunker, seeing the two brothers with their noses shoved in books.

“Hey guys.” I yawned.

“Hey, y/n.” Sam said, with a smile.

Dean just grumbled. This is how he’s been the past 3 weeks. I’ve been with Sam and Dean for about 3 months. At first, it was great. Dean was nice, the hunts were… in a way fun, but scary. The only thing that didn’t change was Sam’s kindness towards me. Hunts were no longer fun because Dean would yell at me for every little mistake I made. Even a mistake like getting the wrong book. I cared about him a lot, you might even say I’ve got a crush on him. But he had just been ignoring me or yelling at me. I brushed it off, as I had been, and went to the kitchen to make myself some food. I took the eggs from the fridge and once I turned around, the carton of eggs slipped out of my hands, and onto the floor. Sam and Dean ran in.

“Y/n, you okay?” Sam asked.

“Yeah I just dropped the eggs. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay-” Sam began, but was interrupted.

“Are you freaking kidding me?!” Dean yelled. “Damn it, y/n, those were the last damn carton of eggs and now I have to go 15 miles into town to get some more!”

I flinched at his harsh words. “Dean, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’ll go get them myself-”

“Why, so you can screw that up, too?”

“Dean, they’re just eggs.” Sam said, placing a hand on Dean’s shoulder.

Dean pushed him off. “Today they’re eggs, tomorrow it’s milk, next week, she’ll have us killing the wrong guy! You’re such a burden! Why did we ever let you come live with us?!”

My heart shattered at hearing Dean saying all of these awful things. I began to cry and I ran past them into my room. I locked my door and sat on my bed, still crying. I don’t understand. Why does Dean hate me so much? I’ve only tried to make him happy and show him that I like him. But now… now I’m not so sure. I felt my sadness turn into anger in a near second. I grabbed my brush from my dresser and threw it at my mirror. It shattered into a hundred pieces. It felt… satisfying. After that, I began to throw everything in my room. Breaking my stuff, the walls, glass… everything. After everything was in shambles, I began to cry again. I’m just a burden to Dean. And probably Sam, too. I began to pack my bags.

After y/n left, Sam glared at his older brother.

“Dean, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bull shit. You’re yelling at y/n for nothing. You ignore her all the time, and when you aren’t ignoring her, you’re treating her like shit.”

“She needs to stop being so damn clumsy. It’s going to get her killed.”

"So you’re just going to yell at her and make her cry? Rather than help her and teach her? That’s a hell of a way to treat someone you like.”

“Someone I like? You think I like y/n?”

“Dean, you obviously do. You ignore her so she can’t get to know you, because you’re afraid of what she’ll see in you. You yell at her so she’ll hate you, so it’s easier for you to not like her. Dean it’s so obvious. Maybe not to her, or maybe not to you. But you like her and you make her feel terrible. And she likes you too, Dean. She just wants you to let her in.”

“She likes me?”

“A lot, Dean. You better go tell her you like her, too. Before you lose her forever.”

Sam was right, though, Dean did like her but pushed her away. After what Sam said, he wasn’t going to anymore. Dean went to y/n’s room, and was about to knock, when he noticed it was already open.

“Y/n? We need to talk.” But when Dean opened the door, he was shocked, to say the least. Her room was torn apart, everything broken. It looked like a werewolf had just been in here. On the bed was a note.

Dean and Sam, I’m sorry I’m such a fuck up and a burden. You don’t have to worry about me anymore. By the time you’ve read this, I’ll probably be across the state. I’m sorry I’ve done nothing but screw up and made you angry. I never wanted that… I hope this’ll make things easier for you both.

Dean threw the letter down and ran to the stairs, ran up and out the door. He searched outside desperately for y/n’s car. But it was long gone. And so was she

 (Author’s note: let me know if you want a part two ^-^)

Late Night Run (pt.2) ~ A Theo Raeken Imagine

Part 1

A/N: Part two as asked for, I hope you guys enjoy it please be sure to let me know what you think of it. Sorry for any typos

Warning: Contains a bit of smut, and bit of heartbreak

Word Count: 1280

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