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Good Girl

Anonymous said:
Can you write a daddy kink one with Calum or Michael with a lot of teasing and spanking and overstimulation and being called Kitten and Princess omg pls that would be some lit quality shit

fuck ya girly i gotchu 

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Pillows surrounded us as the movie played softly in the background. His finger tips ran along my spin coming up to play with the ends of my hair. “How was class today, princess?” Calum whispered. “It wasn’t the best, but you’re here and that’s all that matters.” I smiled. Calum took my chin in-between his fingers, looking at my lips, then right back at me.

“Mm, you look so fucking good right now,” Calum bites his lip. I rolled my eyes smiling, when his hand comes down to my hips squeezing it. “Don’t roll you eyes at me again, kitten.” His eyes stared me down. “Yes, daddy,” I nodded, leaning into his touch. “C’mon princess, I have a surprise for you.” Calum said. “Oh, but I don’t wanna move.” I pouted.

Calum raised an eyebrow, “You’ll want to move when you see what you have in store with the way your acting.” I sat up quickly, following him up the stairs and into our bedroom. Calum and I have never really tried kinks, but we’ve talked about them. Anytime things become intimate, they are not rough, I could tell it was love, not something meaningless, nevertheless Cal would ever treat me like that. “Tonight, we’re trying something different kitten.” He said while grabbing my hips. I nodded, and sat on the bed.

He went to the closet, pulling out a box from the top shelf, and set it on the side table. He pulled out a blindfold, a few ties, and left the room again. I knew not to get up and follow him because if I did, that would not make Calum happy. He came back with a cup of ice, no water, just ice. “Um, why do you have ice?” I questioned. “Don’t speak unless I give you permission, princess.” Calum said.

Calum walked over to me, removed my shirt while kissing my neck “Now, you know I barley punish you nor do I like too, but that’s going to change kitten,” Calum said. “Calum, what-” I was cut off by being flipped around. “I’m sorry, what did I say?” Calum said. “Not to speak unless you give me permission.” I answered. “That’s right, princess, and what did you do?” He asked. “I spoke without permission.” I could tell he was pleased by this.

“Good girl, but, you still defied the rules, you know what that means right?” I nodded as he spoke. “Now, lay across my thighs,” He motioned. I whined quietly, knowing that this night was not going to be anything like I thought. “I want you to count okay, baby girl?” Calum said. I nodded, as I suck in a breath preparing for whatever was going to happen.

Calum landed a slap upon my right cheek, a whimper falling from my lips as I let myself clutch onto Calum’s leg, my body immediately relaxing into the sensation that is going to be driving me up the wall soon. “One,” I whispered, barley enough for him to hear. Another slap on my left cheek, making my nails dig into the rough material of Calum’s jeans. “Two,” I whimpered. “Good girl,” Calum whispered kissing my spine. The slaps continued until tears filled my vision, “Ten,” I sniffed.

Calum let me sit up, as he wiped my tears away, “See it wasn’t so bad now was it, princess?” He cooed. “No, daddy.” I said. “Good, lay back,” Calum instructed. I laid back, letting the cool sheeting sooth my red bum. “Hands up, we are not quite done yet,” Calum said while taking my hands and tied them together to the head board.

Calum only ever tied me up once, and god did I love it. I bit my lip in anticipation, waiting for whatever was next to happen. “To make things interesting, I’m going to blindfold you okay, kitten?” Calum said, grabbing the purple fabric from before. My eyes were covered, seeing nothing, I mean what did you expect? His fingertips slid down my body making goosebumps arise to my skin.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” Calum breathed, kissing every part of my skin. I felt something cold being dragged down my skin and rested on my stomach. His lips touched mine for a passionate kiss as his hand snaked down in-between my legs. At the first flick of my clit, I cried out into Calum’s mouth, my hips grinding into his hand. He slipped a finger into me, pumping slowly. The pace of his finger was driving me mad, making me squirm underneath him.

“Stay still, princess,” Calum ordered. It was one of Calum’s rules; I couldn’t move or he’d stop touching me, even if it was during one of my treats. I tried my hardest not to move, but I accidentally bucked into his hand when he pressed against my g-spot. He immediately took his hand away from me, sucking  his finger between his lips.

I could tell Calum was smirking by the way he kept pacing around the bed. “Wanna tell daddy what you want, baby girl?” Calum said. “I want your tongue, I want your cock, fuck daddy I want it all,” I was not ashamed. “Such a dirty mouth for a pretty little girl,” Calum chuckled. “You want my tongue huh, kitten?” Calum daunted, removing the blindfold. I nodded, blinking trying to adjust to the light.

I felt his lip wrap around my clit, lightly flicking it a few times. I inhaled deeply only to exhale with a moan as he continued his actions. He released me from his mouth, looking me right in the eyes as he entered his finger in, again. A long whimper came out of my mouth as Calum moved his fingers again. “God, you look so fucking sexy withering under my fingers,” He smirked placing his lips on my clit again. He pushed another finger in, making my orgasm come into play. “Daddy, please can I cum?” I moaned.

“Go ahead princess, be as loud as you want,” Calum mumbled. “Look at me,” he orders. Already used to taking orders from Calum, I immediately look at him. “Mm, daddy,” I whimpered. My legs shook around Calum as he held them open, making me ten times for sensitive. “Fuck, you taste so good,” Calum moaned. My chest rose and fell as I caught my breath, but I sucked in another breath when Calum rubbed his tip against my entrance.

“You want it, baby? Tell daddy how much you want it,” Calum said. “Daddy please, fuck me I want your cock, please.” I begged. He grinned slamming into me. My wrists pulled at the restraints, sure to give me some type of burn. Calum held my hips as he fucked me into oblivion “Princess, I can tell you’re ready to cum any minute,” Calum moaned. “Daddy, I am,” I said.

“Oh Caluum, yes daddy fuuuuck” I yelled, unable to control my body anymore, my gaze on his as he watched my face contract at the same time my walls did around his cock. When I finally came down, breathing heavily, I found myself more tired than I’ve probably ever been after such an experience. Forcing my body not to move and having to absorb pure pleasure was actually much more exhausting than I’d have thought. Calum must’ve noticed too as he gently stroked my cheek, before kissing his way down my stomach, then back up again to my ear. “I’m impressed, you’ve done so good baby girl” he whispered, “but we are not over.”

I shook my head, not able to take anymore pleasure. “Kitten, if daddy says more, you know what it means,” Calum smirked. “Daddy, I-i can’t,” I couldn’t even talk. “Yes you can, and you will baby,” Calum said. I saw Calum pull out the white toy, which intimidated me more than it should have. “You remember this one princess?” Calum said showing me the toy, “I know this is your favorite, so tonight, we’re going to play with it.”

“Daddy, please don’t I can’t handle it.” I whined. “Sounds like you wanna make the rules, is that how it goes princess?” He asked. “Sorry, daddy,” I said. Calum turned on the vibrator to a low setting and dragged it all over my body, making me shiver. “Baby girl, this is suppose to relax you, not tense you up.” Calum chuckled, feeling my reaction.

My legs immediately closed around the vibrator when Calum set it on my clit. “Keep ‘em open for my princess,” Calum pushed my thighs apart. My back arched off the bed as my orgasm hit me like a bucket of bricks. “There you go baby, just like that.” Calum cooed. My body caved in, my feet dragged on the bed while Calum put the vibrator on a higher speed.

“Oh daddy!” I yelled, my whole body shook in euphoria as I came around the toy. “That’s my good girl, cum for daddy.” Calum groaned. My toes dragged against the bed, as I came around the vibrator and profanities left my mouth. “Daddy, daddy fuck,” I moaned. Calum took the vibrator off only to lick my clit again. I was already in a state of sensitivity.

“God, you’ve done so well kitten,” Calum said, beginning to untie my hands. “But now, I want you to suck me off like the good girl I know you are,” He growled. I was already out of energy when Calum pulled me up. I stared in awe at Calum’s cock, probably drooling. “Stop staring princess,” Calum chuckled. I bit my lip, taking his cock in my hand, slowly pumping it.

Calum groaned, “C’mon princess, you know I don’t like waiting.” I smiled up at him, kissing the tip. With my tongue broad and flat, I licked the whole length of him, making eye contact. I alternated between sucking, swirling my tongue one way and then another, and flicking it lightly. I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, and move it up and down in time with the movements of my mouth. I ran my nails on the inside of his thighs, making Calum whimper. “Fuck princess.” He grabbed my hair.

“Princess, s-stop I wanna cum in that pretty little pussy of yours.” Calum groaned, unable to hold his moans in. I took him out of my mouth, “Daddy, I have a question.” I trailed. “What is it, baby girl?” Calum asked. “Can I ride you, daddy?” I asked shyly. “You wanna ride daddy? Well, I suppose that’s fine.” He chuckled. Calum laid on the bed, cock in hand as I walked over to him.

He cupped my breasts in his hands, groping and tugging roughly. “Yes, daddy,” I moan, burying my face into the crook of his neck. “Oh, God, yes.” “You going to cum for me, baby girl?” “Mmmhmm.” “Come on, baby, cum for me.” My orgasm rockets through my body, sending me into a state of frenzy. Moans and curse words slip out of my mouth. I continue to rock my hips against Calum as I come down from my high, milking my orgasm for as long as possible.  “There you go, baby.” Calum coos.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Calum moaned, his hands moving to my hips. “Cum for me daddy,” I bit his neck, making sure to leave my mark. I felt Calum release inside of me, making me fall on top of him. “God, that was-” “Amazing.” I finished for him. “I love you, princess,” Calum kissed my forehead. “I love you too, daddy.” I said.

Are You Sure About That?

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Relationship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer Reid is your best friend in the entire world. Best friends totally spend every weekend together, and walk around holding hands, and cuddling on their movie night, right? 

Note: Just an idea I had one night. Hope you enjoy. 

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Can you just let me hold you? // Shawn Mendes

authors note: This is based off Sweater Weather and I’m going to be honest I found this so difficult to start so sorry if it sucks I just really wanted to post something for you guys :)

Reqested: yes 


“Come on Shawn,” I call, laughing at his unenthusiastic expression. I run towards to the waves that are crashing against the shore, feeling the sand between my toes.

“Y/n,” I hear Shawn shout my name and then a moment later his hands are wrapped around my waist, picking me up and swinging me around in a circle.

“Put me down,” I squeal, thrashing in his arms while his shoulders shake in laughter. Instead of placing my body back down on the sand, I”m chucked over his shoulder as he carries me back up to the beach house we rented for the week.

“It’s too cold to go swimming today baby,” Shawn chuckles, rubbing an area of my exposed skin that is covered in goosebumps.

“But we only have a 5 days left,” I argue halfheartedly, letting him take me inside the house and up the stairs. He drops me on the bed and I laugh, scooting up till my back leans against the pillows.

“It’s going to start raining any second,” He comments, eyes drawn to the window where dark clouds are beginning to form.

“I love when it rains,” I voice, pulling the throw that was on the bed, across my body.

“If you were cold you should have just asked me,” Shawn grins and my eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“What do you mean-” I’m cut off by Shawn pulling my leg towards him so that I’m laying on my back. He climbs on top of me, covering my body with his so that his body heat transfers to me.

“This was your plan all along wasn’t it,” I laugh, feeling his breath tickling my neck.

“Pretty much,” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I wrap my arms around his back, feeling the smooth muscles on his back tense at my touch. He relaxes into me as I softly massage his shoulder blades.

“We have to make dinner soon,” I mumble into his ear, removing one hand just to tangle it in his hair instead.

“Way to ruin the moment,” He groans, tightening his hold on me.

“Sorry,” I glare at him mockingly and he squeeze’s my side in response.

“Can you just let me hold you for a moment okay?” Shawn whispers, kissing my collarbone softly. I let myself fall slack into his embrace. 

“Does it usually feel like this?” I whisper, my skin tingling wherever Shawn’s lips press soft kisses to.

He pauses, lifting his head to meet my eyes.

“I would hope you don’t feel this way with other people,” He smirks, resting his forearms on either side of my head and holding himself up so that the tip of his nose was inches from mine.

“Shawn,” I mumble, tugging his shirt in a childish way that causes him to chuckle.

“I’m pretty sure that what we feel for each other is extraordinary,” He presses his lips to mine and I let the motion carry me away in a swirl of emotions. 

I wasn’t in the beach house anymore, it was like I was floating. Just Shawn and I and the butterflies that always erupted every time Shawn did something remotely romantic.

“I can never seem to get enough of you,” Shawn says against my lips and grin, holding him closer to me.

“I hope you never do.”

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Do I Love You?

GIF credit: @peteschurro

First of all who the heck gave Tom permission to do this? That is not okay?

Tom is asked if he loves you, and he hesitates to answer… Warnings: one f word but that’s it p>

“And that is when I fell.” Jacob finished his story. 

I laughed along with the audience. Tightening the warm blanket around myself, I continued to watch the interview from the couch in Tom’s private room. Traveling with Tom to his final set of interviews was amazing. Not only did it mean that I got to travel around North America, but it also meant I got to spend time with Tom.

“Excuse me miss,” a young woman said poking her head into the room. “May we come in and leave Mr. Hollands gifts?” she asked.

“Sure.” I said standing up from the couch.

The lady smiled and opened the door all the way. Behind her was a very built man pushing a cart filled with flowers, assortments of candy, and gift baskets. They placed them all over the room and left.

My eyes scanned the now filled room, wondering which of the goodies to try first. Obviously I choose the chocolate covered strawberries. 

I mean, Tom doesn’t like those, right? I innocently thought to myself. I grabbed the box of strawberries and sat down on my previous spot.

“Tom did you bring your girlfriend with you today?” asked an older looking reporter.

“Well, she isn’t my property so no, I didn’t bring her. But she did come with me.” he said with a tight smile on his face as the audience laughed lightly. He didn’t quite like answering questions about me since he didn’t know what I considered crossing the line. At least that is what he told me. If he answered every question about me, they would just ask more. But the interviewer didn’t seem to be backing down.

“My apologies,” said the reporter. “I didn’t mean it like that. But as a follow up question. Is it hard to be with one woman with the level of attention you get? Like, after a stressful day, or with all the women who would love to be with you?”


What. The. Fuck.

Zendaya looked at Tom from the corner of her eye and then straight at the audience. Laura just looked startled. Jacob looked like he was about to fight someone. Robert didn’t bother hiding his glare to the reporter. If only your boring buddy, Harrison, was here. We usually kept each other company while Tom was in interviews and such.

I looked at the screen, waiting for Tom’s answer. Tom is cleaver. He wouldn’t say anything that would get him into trouble…right?

But Tom looked calm. Too calm…

“No, it isn’t hard.” He answered. “I believe that there are people in this world that are cheaters and those who are not. And I am pretty sure I am not one of them.”

The crowed of fans cheered and Tom smiled a genuine smile. The reporter looked pretty angry, but just wrote something down.

Other reporters asked the cast questions.

“Zendaya! How come we don’t have any bloopers with you?”

“Imagine if I messed up on my 8 or so lines”

“How did it feel to be the only adult in the main cast, Robert?”

“He didn’t act like an adult!”

“HEY!”

Eventually, they asked Tom about Tessa. His whole face lit up. Mine did too, but because I found another box with a dozen chocolate covered strawberries. Thank you Godiva!

“Yeah, I love her a lot.” He finished, still talking about Tessa.

“What about y/n?” a familiar voice asked. 

“What about y/n?” Tom asked.

 “Do you love her?” the annoying reporter asked. I froze.

Wow. Awkward. Tom and I never talked about it. I mean, we have talked about how much we mean to each other, but that was more in a teasing way. Do I love Tom? Yeah, I do. Does Tom love me? I don’t know…

I hope he does. I have thought about it, and I CAN see a future with him. Getting married, having kids, getting into arguments, the whole thing.

But I am not sure if he feels the same way…

He looked shocked. My stomach made a noise and I regretted eating so much. Tom was obviously hesitating quite a bit.

I decided to send him a quick text.

Hey, it’s alright. I won’t hold anything against you.

I watched the television as Tom looked down at his phone. He read the text and then look at the camera. It made it seem like he was looking at me.

He took a deep breath then answered, “There have been a lot of things that I am not sure of. But I can tell you with the upmost confidence that yes, I do love her.”

Some fans cheered. Some awed.

I just felt a pain in my chest.

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Soon after the interview was over, the cast made its way over to the commons area, where they got to talk and hang out during their breaks and such. I stayed in the room, scrolling on my social media. It was hard. People kept tagging me in videos of Tom saying he loved me, messaging me, someone even sent an email asking if I would like to give an interview about it to a magazine.

The door handle turned and Tom stepping into the room.

“Hey!” I greeted, as if nothing had happened. That was my decision. I was going to pretend it didn’t happen.

“Hey.” he responded as he walked over to me. Tom gave me a quick peck on the cheek and motioned for me to scoot over. I did, giving him a questioning look. Why did he make me move when there was all this space on the other side of the couch.

He sat down and, to my surprise, pulled me towards him. My head was on his chest and his hand was playing with my fingers. We sat there in comfortable silence for a while before I spoke.

“I ate about two dozen chocolate covered strawberries that were for you.” I sheepishly admitted. He laughed softly before responding.

“That’s okay.” Tom took a deep breath before continuing. “We should talk about what happened though.”

Not if it means getting my heart broken…

“I’m sorry, but I’ll buy you more. Promise” I replied, avoiding the real topic.

He shook his head. “No y/n, not that. The other thing.” He paused. “The I lo-”

“I love you.” I finished. “Yeah I guess we should.”

We stayed in our position on the couch for a while before I spoke up again.

“Look Tom, like I said in the text, I’m not holding it against you. This is your way out I guess.” A tear rolled down my face and onto my lip. I licked it off. Salty I thought. “I understand why you did it. And it’s okay.”

“Is it because you don’t love me?” he asked suddenly.

I sat up and looked into his warm brown eyes. His face turned to worry when he saw the tears streaming down my face. Which means if I don’t stop crying soon, booger bubbles will start to form. Hashtag, not a pretty crier.

“No Tom. It’s because I love you. And because I love you, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” I cried. He grabbed my head and brought it back to his chest, stroking my hair.

“That’s the thing y/n. I do love you. I’ve loved you for quite sometime now, I just never told you.” He answered.

“You do?”

“Well, maybe not anymore. I mean you did eat all my chocolate covered strawberries.”

I laughed. A real laugh. And Tom laughed too. He wiped my tears away with his thumb and pressed his lips to mine. Sitting back, I smiled and poked Tom’s cheek.

“Aw Tom, you love me.” I teased. He laughed and stood up, grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulder.

“Oh shut up y/n. But yes, I do love you.” He said walking to the door and opening it. “I love you enough to make you Mrs. Holland someday.”

“WHAT?”

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Hey guys so this is my first writing piece on here. Let me know how I did! xx

Little Do You Know

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: I recently got attacked in my real life, and all I could think about was Peter Parker taking care of me and I came up with this, roles switched. This is extremely cliche but sometimes cliche stories make the best ones. Not my gif.

Warnings: Cursing

This is my first time writing for Peter Parker so please do leave me feedback here<3

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The only light that was being emitted in your bedroom was the simple rectangular shine from your phone, as you scrolled through past photos of friends and family; focusing on one person in particular. You were trying to figure out when all of this happened, when just being friends suddenly bloomed into something bigger, something you were terrified to admit.

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Forbidden Love | Pt. 10

▷ Jimin Angst

❥ “I think about you a little more than I should..”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Epilogue

Originally posted by snugglysoju


“Is he my son, Y/N?”

Looking up with your pleading eyes, you tried to calm Jimin down.

“Jimin, please. Calm down a little bit, you’re going to wake up Jihyun-”

Ignoring your words, he hissed again. “Answer my question, Y/N! Is Jihyun my son?!”

Averting your eyes from him, you looked down at your lap. “Y-Yes.”

You heard how his breath hitched in his throat. Too scared to look at him, you closed your eyes and tried to fight back the tears.

“How could you?”

Flinching at his broken voice, you turned your head towards his crouched body, his head placed in his hands as his hot tears rolled down his face.

“I.. I had to.”

Hearing your answer, Jimin angrily stood up from his crouching position and yanked you up from the sofa, slamming your body against the wall. “You had to?! Are you fucking kidding me?! You took my child away from me, Y/N!”

“Jimin, listen-”

“I can’t believe it! How could you do this, Y/N!?”

“Please, listen to me-”

“You’re selfish, Y/N! You’re-”

“I could’ve died, Jimin!”

Jimin’s head snapped up at your words. Now it was you’re time to let go of your tears.

“W-What do you mean?”


↳ Flashback: Three years ago..

“Please, Dr. Jung! Save my baby! Please tell me that my baby is okay, I’m begging you..”

Looking away from the ultrasound monitor, he met your eyes with his hesitant ones and smiled. “You’re baby is absolutely fine, Y/N.”

Releasing the breath you were holding in, you covered your face with your hands and started sobbing because of the relief and happiness.

“But there is still a problem..”

When you heard the the doctor’s words, you felt like you were slammed against a wall. Removing your hands from your face, you asked. “W-What?”

Taking a deep breath, your doctor looked seriously into your scared and teary eyes. “Giving birth to your baby could kill you, Y/N..”

Frozen, you looked at your doctor’s face. “I.. W- Wha- Why?”

“There is a 50 percent chance that your heart won’t be able to handle the labour, Y/N.”

In that moment, you felt like your heart stopped beating. You watched how Dr. Jung wrapped his hand around yours, the somewhat comforting smile on his face making you feel even more sad.

“Think positive, Y/N! There is still a 50 percent chance that you both will be fine at the end! You have to be strong! For you and for your baby! And I will do whatever I can to heal your heart, I promise!”

Smiling slightly at him, you squeezed his hand thankfully. “Thank you so much, Dr. Jung..”

Smiling back at you, he stood up and gathered his belongings, ready to leave the hospital room.

Just before he stepped away from side, your grip around his hand tightened and he looked back at you with confused eyes.

“Could you please do me a favor, Dr. Jung?”

↳ End of Flashback


“I had no other choice, Jimin. I told him to tell Taehyung that the baby died..”

Looking up from your hands, you observed Jimin’s frozen face.

“Jimin, I couldn’t do that to you.. If I had told you this, you would’ve been very sad and I didn’t want to do that to you.. It destroyed me, and I didn’t want to destroy you too..”

“I would have been by your side, Y/N.. We could’ve fight trough this together..”

Leaning your head back against the wall, you closed your eyes and whispered in between your sobs. “I know.. I know..”

When you felt Jimin’s soft lips on your forehead, your crying intensified and you your weak knees gave up on you, making you fall on the ground.

Sitting down with you, Jimin wrapped his arms tightly around your body and mumbled in between his own sobs. “Please, don’t run away from me anymore, Y/N. I want to be by your side.. I want to be able to hug you, kiss you and hold you as much as I want. I want to be with my son, I want to make up those three years to him, tell him that I’m his father and live happily as a family.. Please don’t take this away from me again.. I wouldn’t be able to survive this pain for the second time..”

Reaching out for his face, you placed a soft and meaningful kiss on his forehead. Stroking his cheeks gently, you whispered. “I’m sorry, Jimin..”

Confused, Jimin leaned back. “W-What?”

Before you could say anything, you heard the opening sound of your apartment door and the voice that belonged to the person who supported you for the past three years.

“Jagiya, I’m home!”


A/N: Dun dun dun! Ahh, what have I done.. Please don’t hate me guys! It’s just.. I really like cliffhangers.. I hope you like it and let me know what you think about it!~ And thank you so much for all the support and love you’re showing this series! I really appreciate it! <3

TWIN ANDREWS | juggie x reader

A/N: im hoping to turn this into a short series and i hope yous enjoy it!! please hit the follow button to be updated with my blog posts! this is my first time as a solo blogger so i hope you enjoy my writing!! im also looking for a co-owner that loves to write/edit!! enjoy my lil nugs - R🌹

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“arch im kinda nervous”

i admit as we near the familiar diner

“you’ll be fine, it’s just Betty we’ve known her since we were in diapers don’t stress sis”

i huff my stomach turning as the neon sign comes into view

“i don’t know about this I haven’t been home for a really long time i think id rather just go home and rest”.

we pull into the parking lot and i turn to beg to my brother but he pulls the keys out of the ignition

“come (y/n) they are excited to see you, it’s been years at least come in for something to eat then I promise ill drive you home whenever you want”

i sit back and think it over before my brother starts again “dad wants me to help you ease back into it- it’s your first day back at school and wouldn’t you rather have people to talk with tomorrow so it’s not so-” he pauses

“terrifying” i finish

“i was going to say daunting but yeah terrifying works too” i huff
“fine but you owe me Archie big time” a smile spreads across his face as he gets out of his truck. “what have i gotten myself into” i think aloud copying my brothers actions and following him toward the entrance.

“oh and heads up I kinda didn’t tell them you were in town-”

i spin on my heels but he grabs my shoulders “it was supposed to be a surprise” he whines i run my hand over my face “fine- you’re so annoying you know that right”.

he sighs throwing his arm over me and walking me toward our normal booth we’re a spot Betty, Kevin &amp; an unfamiliar raven headed girl.

“arch who’s the other girl-”

“(y/n)” i hear Betty call looking shell shocked

“i-i- I can’t believe your here I-” she chokes on her words.
things didn’t exactly end well between Betty & our friends when I left, after my parents divorce i went into a downward spiral and i was forced to leave with my mother no note no explanation to any of my friends as to where i was going or why and let’s just say i was terrified that they hated me.

“betts” i smile tears welling up

she looked so much older from when I last saw her the more I looked the more she looked different yet entirely the same. she stand from the booth her blonde hair swishing in her ponytail as she rushes over to wrap her arms around me pulling me into her warm embrace

“i thought you were never coming back” she whispers as she held me “me either” i whisper back crying slightly.

i pull away and wipe my eyes glancing to Kevin who’s jaw was lying on the ground “you going to close your mouth and come give me a hug or?”

he glances to me shocked with no movement as if he’s too scared to move in case I run “Kev!” i joke

I spread my arms as he climbs over the raven haired stranger and leap into my arms causing me to stumble back slightly.

“wow” he breathes pulling me at arms length examining me

“girl you got hot” he blurts

I laugh tearing up at the sight of my best friends “you finally grew your hair out im obsessed you look so so so good Chicago treated you well”

i run my fingers through my long red hair “thanks kev, it did it really did” “oh and you look so much thinner!”

I freeze at the comment catching my brothers gaze.

he senses my reaction and laughs stiffly

” I mean you look great, seriously” i breathe a sigh of relief laughing to cover my awkwardness.

“thank you i decided to loose a few pounds and well it worked!”

they smile at me “well have a seat we’ll order and we can catch up!” Archie offers and i nod slipping into the booth opposite Betty Kevin and the other girl.

“you going to introduce me to your pretty friend?”

i ask glancing at Betty

“oh of course this is Veronica Lodge-”

“Ronnie works” she smiles at me

“im (y/n) Andrews im-” “Archie’s twin?”

i nod “obvious?” i mentally face palm “yeah the red hairs a bit of a giveaway” i nod my brother sliding into the seat next to me.

“so you’ve met my sister ronnie” she nods sipping her milkshake “I sure have, will you be going to school this semester”

i nod “i sure am, now both the crazy red headed twins will be attending Riverdale hey arch” i nudge my brother.

it falls silent at my comment and i shift uncomfortably

“oh my god- what did I say?” i glance around Veronica looking equally confused.

“what other twins” she askes confused

“the blossoms..” i finish

“(y/n) I thought I told you about Jason in the car” i furrow my eyebrows at him “I just came from the airport arch i was half asleep and jet lagged i don’t think I was really paying all too much attention to you” i laugh.

“god please don’t tell me their dead- i was going to ask Cheryl for my spot back on the vixens, I miss cheer the girls in Chicago were awful”

still silence

“Jesus will someone tell me what’s going on” my brother touches my shoulder gently

“Jason was killed a few months ago- it was the Fourth of July weekend-” i zone out my breathe catching in my throat.

this is why mum didn’t want me to return home, there’s a murder running around. everything makes sense now while it seemed so eerie when I first got back and how mum refused to let me contact anyone from back home including Archie the past month.

“wow” i exhale “i had no idea- but polly oh my god Betty your sister must be devastated” she nods inhaling sharply let i said something wrong.

I glance down to my food not feeling hungry at all “um arch can we go home im not feel so hot I think I need some rest before tomorrow”

he nods “of course” “ill see you guys tomorrow” i smile waving goodbye to my friends before following my brother out of Pops and into his truck

“you okay?” i nod my attention slipping away “yeah just a lot to process that’s all” he nods pulling out of the parking lot driving toward home.

and you couldn’t help but think something was off something was missing or maybe it wasn’t a something it was a someone

Music and You // Shawn Mendes

Request: fluff shawn? can you do an imagine of just you and shawn lying on bed resting talking about life maybe kids just how young you are but how in love you are 

Authors note: So I currently have 13 requests in my inbox and even though it may not seem like a lot- it takes me a while to write so hence, it takes me a while to write them up. Please don’t think I won’t do it! It’s just going to take some time to get through them all :)


“I can’t wait until I finish University and I can finally start my new life. Working. Being with you.” I trail off, my head resting on Shawn’s chest as we layed on the couch snuggled up under a blanket.

“Yeah..” his voice is scratchy from not speaking. Shawn had spent the last 5 minutes listening to me talk about my finals in University. “It will go so fast. Soon you’ll be out there working.” He strokes a piece of hair off my face and behind my ear.

“Mmhm.” I shut my eyes. It would be so easy to fall asleep cuddled up next to Shawn yet, I didn’t want to stop talking to him. “You’re warm.”

“Am I?” His voice is laced with humor. “You’re pretty hot too.”

I gasp, sitting up. “Are you, the Shawn Mendes, calling me hot?” I ask, faking a shocked response that Shawn sees right through.

“Is the sky blue?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. I laugh, rolling on top of him. I  cross my arms and place them them on Shawn’s chest, my chin resting on top of my arms. 

“I believe so.” I smirk and Shawn rolls his eyes. 

“Then you must be hot.” 

“The temperature is getting high in here.” I tilt my head, watching as Shawn’s eyes crinkle in a laugh, the sound echoing around our small lounge room. Before I can think about what I’m about to do, my mouth is open and the words are flowing out.

“I want kids. Maybe two or three, even four. I need you to know that.” His smile fades, a serious look covering his face. “Before we move our relationship further, I mean we have been dating for what? Almost two years? For me that’s pretty serious.”

“Yeah, for me too.” Shawn adds and I pause, nodding.

“I want you to know that I want children and I want a family and I want to get married.” I can see he’s thinking. I know that I need to give him time to process what I just said but once again my mouth just keeps moving.

“I want a wedding. I want to go shopping for the perfect white dress that as soon as I try it on I know that its the one I want to walk down the isle in.” I smile, picturing the exact event. 

“I want to be able to stand in front of my soon to be husband and I want to say vows that I 100% mean and that he’ll 100% mean. I want to be happy. I want to be so happy with that person that I can see my self having a family with them. To have children and have family vacations. To watch them grow up and go to school and find themselves and what passions they have. I want that. I want it all.” I hold his gaze, his eyes never wavering.

“I can see it with you. I can see myself having that life with you Shawn. I need to know, if you don’t see yourself having that life with me, tell me.” I hold my breath, finally shutting up. His mouth opens. Then closes. Then opens again.

“When I first saw you.” he begins, his hand reaching up to rub circles on my back. “Three years ago in that bar, I knew then that what you described- that life, I certainly could have it with you.” I let out the breath I was holding, a smile covering my face.

“I want to propose to you in an over the top way and watch as you walk towards me in a church in that beautiful white dress you love with your family and mine there to see us get married. I want to recite vows that I 100% mean.” We chuckle, Shawn leaning forward slightly to kiss my nose.

“I want to be able to fly you to places you’ve never been so you can experience different cultures and see the world. I want to be able to come home and know you’ll be there waiting for me. To start a family with you. Buy our first house together and watch our family grow as we have those four children you want. Even if I’m still touring or if I do something else I want to come home to you and our kids and just be so happy that I found someone like you to experience life with.”

“Shawn.” I say softly, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair, pushing the curls off his forehead. 

“I want to grow old with you and when we finally reach 80 years old to look back on our life and still be able to say I’m glad I had you to spend my life with.” He’s smiling at me and I feel like my heart may burst.

“I know we’re still young, but I’ve only ever been so sure of two things in my life.”

“Yeah?” I ask, kissing his knuckles softly as he entwines his hand with mine.

“Music,” he kisses me, his lips tasting of the coffee he had been drinking. He pulls back to utter the last two words. “And you,”

Originally posted by smendesgifs

Pit-A-Pat (Part 2)

Originally posted by nnochu

fuckboy!jungkook // high school au

PART 1

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Smuttish, Romance

Word Count: 1,665

Description: It all started when Jeon Jungkook moved into the house next door during the first year of high school. His popularity was given as his looks are extraordinary, and not to mention his outstanding grades. Everyone thinks of Jungkook as the perfect person with his good looks, perfect grades, and rich parents. However, Y/N thinks apart from that.

A/N: part 2 after so many months sorry lol


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Missing Sweater

Summary: Bucky keeps complaining about how he can’t find a certain navy-blue sweater of his. Until he goes to your room and finds you curled up watching Netflix on your bed, wearing a certain sweater. (idea by the amazing, Kathrynn, @james-bionic-barnes)

Author’s Note: Props to my girl Kath for letting me write out this fic from the lovely idea she had in mind. Hope you enjoy, folks! :)

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Prove Me Wrong // Cha Eunwoo

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the prompt: could you write a fluff + angst scenario of Eunwoo from Astro? Eunwoo could be fall in love with an international fan.

words: 1946

category: angst + fluff, soulmate!au

author note: I’ve turned this into another soulmate au bc i liked the idea. please enjoy!

- destinee

Originally posted by mkcyj

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Bad Boy (Part 1)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader.

Warnings: SMUT. Excessive use of pet names, mentions of bruises and small cuts, oral sex (fr), unprotected sex, slight spanking, instead of his metal arm Buck-Buck has a full sleeve of tattoos, he’s hot. This is for the second part.

Word Count: 1336.

Rating: 18+

Masterlist

So I sent ans ask for @bucky-plums-barnes Sinful Sunday about Bucky having a full sleeve of tattoos and being the kind of guy your parents always told to stay away from, @ryverpenrad said they’d write another version of this, so I’m tagging them and my wives @sexylibrarian1 and @thecrownedrose Because I love them!


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What Just Happened

(Jughead x Reader)

Summary: You and Jughead have been at each others throats for years. But after a drunken night you barely remember, you’re left confused on where your relationship stands.

Word Count: 1,616

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, drinking(?)

A/N: I just really love a good love/hate relationship and haven’t seen many Jughead x reader versions, so I made my own. (I also didn’t proof read it so let me know if there are any mistakes) Please send feedback! Constructive criticism is appreciated! :)

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Originally posted by marorra

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Ready or Not

Word Count: 542

Pairing: Tyler x Reader


“Ready or not, here I come!”

Ethan grabbed my wrist and shoved me into a small room as Mark finished his countdown. We had been trying to find a good place to hide but it was very hard since so many of the rooms were off limits. We weren’t allowed in any of the bedrooms, the kitchen, or anywhere outside. The two of us were planning on hiding together but when he closed the door on me without coming into the cramped room, I realized that I had been abandoned.

“So much for best friends.”

I wasn’t expecting any kind of reaction to my statement since I had been shoved into a seemingly empty closet, so I was frightened when I heard a chuckle. My hands covered my mouth so I didn’t give away my hiding spot as I tried to see who else was in here.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” It was Tyler. Of course, Ethan had to shove me into a confined spot with the guy I had been crushing on. My face got beet red when I realized that the wall I was shoved up against had turned out to be Tyler’s torso. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and I tried to control mine so that he didn’t realize how nervous I was.

“I-it’s fine.” I attempted to turn around so I could face him but that only caused us to get even closer. Tyler grunted when I moved and put his hand on my waist when my foot slipped on something.

“Woah, be careful, this closet’s a mess.” I couldn’t see him but I could imagine his sheepish smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. My face got even more red but he didn’t move his hand back. It was silent for a bit while we listened for Mark who passed our spot once but didn’t even attempt to look in the closet we were in.

“Nice going Mark, way to be thorough.” I smirked as Tyler chuckled at my comment.

“He’s gonna be pissed when he finds out he walked right passed us.” I giggled and we fell back into silence but this time it was kind of awkward. I could feel my heartbeat speed up and I was afraid that he could hear it. To me it sounded deafening but hopefully it was just me.

Suddenly the hands on my waist gripped tighter and I felt one travel up to my arm. I was about to ask him what he was doing but my breath caught in my throat when his other hand cupped the side of my face. My heartbeat was so loud now, there was no doubt that he could hear it and it was probably going to give us away.

His hands were steady and I was trying to figure out how because in that moment my hands were shaking like crazy. I could feel him moving in closer but the blood pumping in my head was making it hard to concentrate.

We were interrupted by Mark, who had opened the door so quickly, I feared that it may come off of the hinges.

“I FOUND YO- OH MY GOD IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING!”


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anonymous asked:

about something you posted earlier--how do you know God is so... happy if we come to Him? Like it was so moving (I almost started crying in all honesty) but I can't comprehend God would have any positive emotion at all about my coming to him. I feel like I expect the "about time you showed up" response more than anything. Sorry if this message doesn't make sense or is ignorant. Thanks for all you do <3

Don’t be sorry. I know completely what you mean. I’ve had times where I feel like Jesus just tolerates me. But, I need to tell you. He ADORES you. The Bible, God’s-word, God-breathed, God-inspired is full of love letters and stories for us. For you. You.

I want you to read some of these and understand this it’s God, trying to communicate to you. So for a moment, it’s just for you. It’s you and Jesus. 

Luke 15:11-32. The Parable of the Lost Son. This child, comes back into his fathers home (into God’s presence) and his dad meets him and wraps his arms around him, kisses him, covers him in fine clothes, puts a ring on his finger and declares that a marvellous feast be held. When you come into God’s presence, He does the same thing. This story is about you. When you come to Jesus, he wraps His arms around you, He kisses you, He dresses you in fine silk and jewellery and He declares a feast be made in your honour. He is so happy to see you.

Zephaniah 3. This is a time in the Bible when Jerusalem was going crazy. It says they were “rebellious and defiled.” And God was sad for a while. He was disappointed and angry at them. But, God’s love is so unwavering, so powerful, so on fire that He could not be angry for long. Verse 17 says “The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you; but will rejoice over you with singing.” He delights in you. When He thinks about you, He rejoices with singing. God, the King of all finds Himself singing when you enter His presence. You, dear child. 

Matthew 8. Now, back when Jesus was walking upon the face of the earth, having leprosy was pretty much the worst thing anyone could have. People hated you if you had leprosy. Shopkeepers wouldn’t serve you, people would avoid you, mothers would cover their children’s eyes. But Jesus, so full of love and compassion, reaches out His hand and touches this man with leprosy. I can imagine people in the background gasping at the sight. But Jesus just has so much love for His children that this is not a barrier. He loves you this much. When you walk into His presence, no matter what state you’re in, He is willing and He wants to spend time with you. 

Matthew 14:22-33. I love this one. So, all the disciples see Jesus walking on the water, and Peter wants to join Him. Jesus calls Peter out and he gets out of the boat to walk on the water with Jesus. But, Peter becomes afraid and begins to sink. Now, what does Jesus do. IMMEDIATELY, He reaches out His hand and catches Him. Then, He goes on to ask why he was afraid. But, I love this because Jesus doesn’t watch Peter start to sink and tell him “just don’t doubt, you’ll be fine.” Jesus doesn’t wait for Peter to drown, learn his lesson and then pull him up and tell him what he did wrong. No. The second that Peter asks for Jesus to save him, Jesus catches him. Straight away. He loves Peter so much. He loves you this much. His heart aches when you are in pain and the second that you ask Him to save you, He IMMEDIATELY reaches out His hand to catch you. 

Jesus died for you. Jesus died for you. Jesus DIED for you. An innocent man, who deserved only good things. He watched His friends betray and deny Him. He watched as they declared they did not know Him in front of accusers. He watched a guilty man go free as the public, screaming, decided that He was of less worth than a murderer. He suffered agony by the hands of Romans; from being spat on and having thorns pierce His temples, to having His flesh ripped and shredded until His bones began to glow red. He carried a heavy cross up a hill, collapsing underneath it. He then laid down on that cross and felt the sheer sting of 3 nails skewer His bones to keep Him in place. He was lifted, naked and bloody, on display for all. Friends and family. Even His own mother. For hours He struggled to attain every breath. And then He died. He died. He experienced all that because of His love for you. He went through all of that, because He desperately wants relationship with you. Do you think that He would experience so so much, because He only feels “meh” about you. No way! He went through all of that because he utterly ADORES you. He ADMIRES you. He CHERISHES you. HE DELIGHTS in you. He TREASURES you. He is up and down CRAZY for you. He loves you. So so so so so so much. SO MUCH! Child of God, when you enter His presence, He runs toward you and cheers because He would love to spend some time with You. He died because He finds so much joy in being with you. 

He does not tolerate you. He is not an ‘about time you showed up’ kind of God. He’s an ‘I’m so glad you came. I’m overjoyed. I love you so much. I love you so much. I love you so much’ kind of God. And it’s for you. YOU. 


xx - c

Doomed — Min Yoongi (04)

Words: 4210

Warnings: demon!Yoongi + fluff + angst + cliffhanger (because I’m evil :))

Description: Maybe dating a demon isn’t exactly what you thought it would be like…

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When you woke up, you were temporarily blinded by the sunlight that was shining through the curtains.

You were sleeping in your bed because a couple weeks ago, Taehyung told you and Yoongi that he was going to sleep on the couch, and he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Although there is a possibility that Taehyung was just being kind, you were almost sure that Yoongi was the one who convinced him to switch to the couch. You decided not to question it though.

There was an arm wrapped around your waist. It was Yoongi, and he held you closely, having his chest pressed against your back.

Since you were against his chest, you felt him softly breathing in and out. It relaxed you, even if you were already relaxed.

You put your hand on top of his and shuffled in the bed to get comfortable again, trying not to wake him up.

“Babe?” He called, his morning voice being heard. “I didn’t mean to wake you, sorry.” You apologized, turning to face him.

His eyes were half opened and his dark hair was almost covering his eyes. “It’s okay.” He muttered, pulling you close to him again.

“I love you.” He says, casually. “You don’t need to tell me that all the time.” You tell him, blushing.

“I know, but I want to tell you. I want to make sure you know how much I love you.” He speaks, eyes closed.

“Oh, look at that.” You giggled. “Min Yoongi, a demon, actually has a soft side.”

“I’m only like this because I know you love it when I’m soft.” He points out. “If it was anyone else, they wouldn’t hear these words from me.”

You smiled at him and moved his hair out of the way before kissing his forehead. “I love you too, Yoongi.”

You played with his hair for a bit until you smelled something coming from outside. “Do you smell that?” You asked Yoongi. The scent was very good.

“It smells like pancakes.” He comments, eyes still closed. “And bacon.” You added.

“Come on,” you say. “Lets go brush our teeth and then go see what the smell is. Taehyung is probably cooking.”

“Taehyung? Cooking? I don’t think so.” Yoongi chuckled. You raised your eyebrow, sitting up on the bed. Yoongi’s hand was still on your waist.

He opened his eyes a little bit before speaking. “Taehyung cannot cook. He couldn’t cook if he was in a cooking show and the prize was to keep his life.”

You giggled a little at his example before hitting his chest playfully. “Don’t say that. He’s your friend.”

“Yes, he’s my friend. That’s why I’m being honest. He can’t cook.”

“So who do you think is cooking out there? It’s not just some stranger.” You said, trying to stand up, but Yoongi pulled you back down.

“Can’t we stay in here for another hour?” He asks. You shook your head and he sighed.
“Let’s go.” You say, standing up and grabbing his arm so you could pull him off of the bed.

“Yoongi.” You groaned, not able to pull him off of the bed. “Come on.” You tell him.

“Fine.” He scoffed, standing up and walking with you to the bathroom.

You two brushed your teeth before walking into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, you saw three boys. They were each doing their own thing.

Hoseok was by the stove, cooking eggs in a frying pan. Namjoon was by the table in the dining room, setting up plates and utensils. And Taehyung was taking the pancakes that had been made and was putting them into the plates after Namjoon set them up.

You smiled at the boys before speaking. “I hope at least some of this is for me.” You say. “Nope.” Hoseok chuckles. “We just used your kitchen to make our own breakfast.”

You playfully rolled your eyes before Taehyung came up to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the dining room.

“Of course it’s for you. Why wouldn’t it be for you?” He smiles, ushering you to sit down in front of a huge plate of food at the table.

You took your seat and Yoongi took the seat beside you. “Thank you, but guys didn’t have to do all of this.” You speak.

“Yes, we did have to.” Namjoon smiles. “Today is your special day.”

“Plus, Yoongi paid us fifty bucks each to do this.” Hoseok added, laughing.

You looked at Yoongi and smiled. “Thank you.” You tell him.

“Happy birthday, y/n.” He smiled back at you. “Can you believe that we came face to face with each other a year ago?” He asked.

“It feels like it was just yesterday.” You say.

“You guys are so corny.” Hoseok groaned playfully. “Happy birthday, y/n.” Hoseok and the other two boys said at the same time.

“Thank you guys.” You smiled at all of them.

They all sat down at the table and you all ate and talked, having a nice breakfast. While you ate, you began to think.

These boys were like your best friends now. You can’t imagine your life without them anymore. They’re always by your side. It’s been a whole year with them, and you’re so grateful for all of them. You love them all so much.

“Aww! Y/n is thinking about us!” Taehyung says to everyone, looking at you. Everyone turned their heads and smiled at you, causing you to blush.

“What is she saying in her head?” Namjoon asks.

“She says that she loves us. And she’s grateful for us.” Taehyung informs them.

“Y/n is so adorable!” Hoseok says, excitedly. “Be quiet.” You tell him, looking down at your plate so they couldn’t see how much you were blushing.

“We’re grateful for you too, y/n.”

“And we love you.”


“Yoongi, stop calling me every five minutes.” You giggled, holding your phone to your ear as you walked through the aisles of the store you were in.

“I just want to hear your voice. I miss you.” He says.

“Aww you’re so soft. You saw me like ten minutes ago.” You laughed, picking up a shirt that looked pretty.

“I know, but I miss you. You know, you’re not supposed to leave your boyfriend when it’s your birthday.” He explains.

“You’re the one who gave me your credit card and said that I can get whatever I wanted.”

“Yeah, but I thought you were going to go online shop or something. I didn’t want you to leave.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, picking up a sweater.

“What store are you in by the way?” Yoongi asks you. “Victoria’s Secret.” You answered.

“Oh, really?” He asked. You could practically see the smirk on his face. “Don’t even think about it, Yoongi. I’m only in here to get some shirts and sweaters.” You told him, before he could speak again.

“Just listen to me. How nice would it be if you bought some lingerie? You know you would look so good in it. I just—damn. I’m picturing you in lingerie right now.” He tells you.

“Yoongi!” You groaned. “Stop. I’m not buying any lingerie.”

“Fine. But tonight when I give you your birthday present, you’re gonna wear that set I bought you last week.” He says.

“My birthday present?” You ask. “What is it?”

“What do you think it is?”

“The rent money, I hope.” You laughed.

Yoongi sighed playfully. You could tell that he was probably rolling his eyes. “You know what it is. It starts with an s and ends with all of our clothes on the floor.”

“Wow, you’re so romantic.” You rolled your eyes. “What can I say? I am a demon.” He chuckles. “How romantic can I get?”

After you got everything you needed, you went to the cashier to pay for the items with Yoongi’s credit card.

“How much money did you just spend?” Yoongi asked through the phone as you walked out of the store.

“A lot.” You said, giving him a vague answer.

“You know I can check, right?” He asked.

“Go ahead and check. I’m gonna hang up. I’ll see you later, okay baby?” You say.

“Hey! I’m not your baby! You’re my baby!” Yoongi said. “Whatever, baby.”

“Fine. I’ll see you later. I’ll probably call you in like ten minutes anyways.” He says. “Don’t.” You say.

“Okay, bye.” He said before hanging up.

You put your phone in your back pocket and walked into a different store. It was Hot Topic. The store was dark and had a lot of nice band merch that you liked.

While walking through an aisle, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turned around to see a tall boy with blonde hair. He was wearing blue ripped jeans and a black hoodie. He looked strong and muscular.

“Hey, you dropped this.” He smiled, reaching his arm out to give you something. You looked down at the object. Your phone.

“Oh, I didn’t realize that it fell out of my pocket.” You said, taking your phone from his hands. “Thank you.” You smiled.

“No problem.” He said. You were about to turn around when he spoke again. “You’re y/n, right?” He asked.

How did he know your name?

“Uh, yeah. That’s me.” You tell him, slightly nervous.

“You don’t have to be creeped out. I’m friendly.” He says. “I’m a friend of Yoongi’s.” He tells you. “He’s your boyfriend, right?”

You thought for a second. Should you tell the truth? Should you lie?

You remembered what Yoongi said to you one day.

“If you don’t know the person, make sure you don’t tell them that we’re together. It could be dangerous for me and for you.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You tell him.

The boy looked shocked by your statement. “Are you sure? I’m sure that Yoongi told me that you two were dating.”

“Well, were not.” You say. “What’s your name?” You asked him. When you get home later, you can ask Yoongi if he’s ever heard of this person.

“Wonho. Soo Wonho.” He answered.

“Okay, Wonho. I have to go pay for all of this stuff now, so…..bye.” You say, turning around to walk away from him, but he grabbed your arm, pulling you back.

“Let go of me.” You said sternly while pulling your arm back, trying not to make a scene in the store. Wonho let go of your arm, but stood closely to you. You tried to look away from him, but you were unable to. He was looking into your eyes, just like Yoongi does, rendering you unable to move. “Stop it.” You tell him.

“You’re dating Yoongi, aren’t you?” He asks.

“I’m not.” You answered.

“You like to lie? You should know never to lie to a demon.” Wonho speaks. As he finishes his sentence, his eyes turned fully black. Your eyes widened and you tried to scream but no sound came out.

“You’re coming with me.”


“Let me out of here.” You pleaded to Wonho. You were trapped in a small room. You only saw him through the small window that was in the red door.

“I can’t let you out. Not yet. Not until they see you. Not until he sees you.” Wonho tells you.

They? He? Who is he talking about?

“Let me out!” You screamed, going to touch the doorknob that was on the door. As soon as you touched it, you felt scorching pain in your hand. It felt like your hand was on fire. You yelped in pain, pulling your hand away from the doorknob.

Wonho laughed, standing on the other side of the door. “Stupid human.”

“You were a human once, weren’t you?” You asked him while hold your own hand. You were still in pain.

Wonho continued laughing. “Me? A human? How dare you?” He scoffs. “Do I look like i used to be some filthy human?”

Wow, this guys sucks.

Although you didn’t respond to him, he kept talking.

“I can’t believe you thought that I was a human! Me! Has Yoongi not told you about me?”

“I don’t see why he would want to.” You tell him.

“You’re so lucky I can’t do anything to you from behind this door. If I could, you’d be on the ground, gasping for air right now.” Wonho tells you.

You rolled your eyes, although you felt like crying. You were scared. Who wouldn’t be? You were literally in hell.

“Why won’t you just let me go? I did nothing wrong.” You say.

“You’re dating Yoongi! You must know that it’s against the rules. He must’ve told you.”

“I’m not dating him! Just let me go!” You lied and said that you weren’t dating Yoongi so many times that you were starting to believe it yourself.

“Just wait until they’re done with you. You’re going to regret whatever relationship you had with him.”

“I never had a relation—” You started, but he spoke over you. “Do you really think you’re in a position to lie right now?”

Even though you didn’t answer, he kept talking once again.

“If it was up to me, you and Yoongi would both be dead. You, because you’re a filthy human and Yoongi for dating someone like you.”

By the end of his sentence, you were crying. Was it because what he said was true? Or because you didn’t know if you would live to see the end of today?

You were terrified. Hell was a place you never wanted to go to. It was scary. You heard the sounds of screams, which sounded liked they were coming from all different directions.

They were ear piercing, eardrum shattering, loud screams. They terrified you.

“I don't—” Wonho starts, but is cut off by someone’s voice ringing through your ears.

“Bring her to me.” The voice says. It was a man’s voice. His voice was very loud, and you heard it over all the screams.

As the man stopped talking, Wonho grinned before opening the door and immediately grabbing you, forcing you hands behind your back.

“Let me go!” You yelled, fidgeting while trying to get out of his grasp. He was stronger than you, so although you were relentlessly trying to fight him away, he easily overpowered you, taking you to a different room.

The room was huge and Wonho stood you in the center of it. In front of you, a man was sitting on a big red throne. There were two smaller chairs on each side of his throne. Sat in the chairs were two men and two women.

They all looked different, but something that was the same was that they all had jet black hair and red pupils.

The man on the throne smirked at you before speaking.

“Ah, so this is y/n?” He asked. “Yep.” Wonho answers.

“Let her go.” The man says. Wonho released your arms, and you didn’t dare try to run anywhere. You were way too scared to even move.

“So, y/n, how are you?” The man asked. How could he try to have such a normal conversation with you?

“Not good.” You answered.

“Oh, how rude of me. I haven’t introduced myself.” He speaks. “I’m Lehun. Soo Lehun.”

Wait. He has the same last name as Wonho. Were they related?

Your question was answered as Wonho spoke. “She’s a liar, dad. She kept trying to tell me that she’s not dating Yoongi, but we know the truth.”

Dad? Lehun was Wonho’s father?

Lehun chuckled before looking at you once again.

“Y/n, I’m only going to ask you once. Lie if you want to, but I’ll know if you do.” He tells you. “Are you in a relationship with Min Yoongi?”

You took a deep breath before speaking. “No.”

As the word left your lips, you felt a sharp pain on your left arm. You looked down to see scratches forming on your arm, blood dripping from them.

You yelled in pain, holding your arm as if that would stop it.

“You’re not a very good liar, y/n.” Lehun chuckles.

As he spoke, the doors opened, and some people came through. Although you recognized that faced, it didn’t make you any happier. It just made you more worried.

“Leave her alone.” Yoongi says, entering with Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung by his side.

“Would you look at that? Everyone’s here!” Lehun smiled. “Now we can really have some fun.”

What did he mean by fun?

Lehun looked at Wonho without saying a word, but it seemed like Wonho knew what Lehun wanted him to do.

Wonho grabbed you once again, forcing your arms behind your back and standing behind you.

“Get off of me!” You screamed, trying to wiggle yourself out of his grasp.

“Don’t touch her!” Yoongi yells, running over to you. When he get close to you, Lehun looked at him, and he stopped.

It was like he was unable to move. Lehun did that to him? Of course he did! Lehun was a demon, he had all the same powers as Yoongi, maybe more.

Wonho held you close to him, his grip on your arms getting tighter as he whispered in your ear.

“When I’m done with you, you’re gonna wish you never had anything with Yoongi.” He says.

What did he mean by that?

“Stop! Let go of me!” You yelled, still struggling to get out of his grasp. You suddenly stepped on his foot and you heard him gasp, releasing one of your arms. 

You took the opportunity to elbow him in the face, hoping that he would release you. Thankfully, he did, and you ran over to where the boys were standing. Hoseok healed your arm before linking his arm with yours, keeping you close.

“You little—” Wonho says, looking at you as he began to walk over to where you were standing.

“Stop.” Namjoon says, taking a step towards Wonho. Namjoon stood in front of you, blocking you from him.

Wonho scoffed before going to punch namjoon. Namjoon was able to back away before Wonho punched him. Wonho pushed Namjoon to the side easily, walking towards you once again.

Without hesitating, Taehyung stepped up, punching Wonho in the face. Wonho held his nose, which was now bleeding, before looking at Taehyung and smirking.

Wonho grabbed Taehyung’s arm, trying to pin it behind his back, but Taehyung fought back. They were hitting each other, getting in some good punches before Wonho wrapped his hands around Taehyung’s neck, choking him.

Taehyung was gasping for air while Wonho tightened his grip. Out of nowhere, Yoongi came running to them, pulling Wonho off of Taehyung before grabbing him and throwing him to the other side of the room.

Both Yoongi, Taehyung walked back over to where you, Hoseok and Namjoon were standing.

You all watched as Wonho stood up, walking towards you again.

“Enough, Wonho.” Lehun says, causing his son to stop walking.

“You should kill them. All of them.” Wonho speaks.

“You should shut up.” Hoseok finally says.

Wonho scoffed, not responding to Hoseok’s comment.

You all looked at Lehun, who had just got off of his throne and was now walking towards you.

When he got close, Yoongi stood in front of you, blocking him. “Leave her alone. She doesn’t deserve any of this.”

“I’m not going to hurt her. At least, not now.” Lehun says. Yoongi didn’t move, he stayed in front of you. “I should hurt you for dating her, shouldn’t I? You know that’s against the rules. You lied to me.” Lehun tells Yoongi.

“What was I supposed to do? Tell you the truth? You would’ve killed her in an instant. I couldn’t let that happen.” Yoongi says.

“That doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t have lied. You know how dangerous it is to have a relationship with a human. What if—” Lehun says, but then stops his sentence to say something else. “Move out of the way, Yoongi.”

“No.” Yoongi says, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t want you talking to her. I don’t want you to touch her or do anything to her. Just leave her alone.”

“How dare you talk to me like that?” Lehun asks, grabbing Yoongi by his shirt. “I don’t want y/n having any contact with you. You’re not a good person.” Yoongi says.

“Why are you like this? Why don’t you listen to me? I should kill her right now, shouldn’t I? Would that make you more obedient?” Lehun asks.

“Don’t touch her.” Yoongi states.

“You know, Yoongi, I thought that after your father died, you’d come to me. You’d respect me and then I’d treat you like my son. Do you know how much privileges you would’ve had if you weren’t so damn stubborn? If you were my son, you could rule this place with me and Wonho. But you don’t want that, do you? You want to run around causing trouble with your misfit friends and act like you’re not the nephew of the most powerful man in this place. You could’ve been somebody, Yoongi. You could’ve been someone important like your father.” Lehun speaks.

“All you do is hurt people. Maybe if you weren’t so violent, I would join you.” Yoongi says. “I’m the leader of the demon council. What do you expect?” Lehun says.

The demon council? Lehun was the leader of it!That still didn’t answer most of your questions. What exactly is the demon council?

Lehun released his grasp on Yoongi’s shirt, but Yoongi still didn’t move out of the way.

“Why don’t you respect me? All I’ve ever tried to do is make you powerful. Stronger.” Lehun says.

“Just because you’re my uncle doesn’t mean I have to respect you.” Yoongi tells him. “And I don’t want to be powerful or strong if it means that I can’t have these three idiots by my side.” He looks at Hoseok, Namjoon and Taehyung before looking back at Lehun.

Wait a minute.

Lehun was Yoongi’s uncle? They were related?

Lehun scoffed. “You could do so much better than them, Yoongi.”

“I don’t want better than them. I just want them.” Yoongi said. Yoongi was tough, but he could act soft sometimes. This was one of those times.

“Whatever, Yoongi. But you know that it’s still against the rules for you to date y/n. So that’s still a problem.” Wonho speaks.

Yoongi turned to look at you. You looked him in the eyes before speaking. “If it’s putting you in trouble then we can break up. It’s okay.” You tell him. You unlinked your arm from Hoseok’s and took a step closer to Yoongi.

“Y/n,” Yoongi sighs. “It’s fine. Really.” You say. “I don’t want you to be in trouble anymore. If we break up, neither or us will be in danger anymore.”

You didn’t want to break up with him, but you knew that you had to. What else was there to do?

Yoongi wrapped his arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck. “I love you, y/n.” He admits. “I love you too, Yoongi.” You wrapped your arms around him.

You closed your eyes, feeling a few tears run down your cheeks.

“This is so corny.” You hear Wonho say.

“I’m so tired of you.” Hoseok says to the boy. “Me too.” Taehyung and Namjoon say at the same time.

“Who isn’t tired of him?” Lehun says, honestly.

It made you chuckle a bit. You pulled away from Yoongi, wiping away your tears. “I love you so much.” He says. “I know.” You slightly smiled at him.

A few seconds passed and you and Yoongi just looking at each other before Lehun spoke.

“Wait.” He starts. Yoongi turned around to face his uncle, wanting to know what he had to say.

He carried an expression on his face, but you couldn’t quite read it. He looked worried, maybe a little confused.

“What is it?” Yoongi asks.

“I hear something.” Lehun says. “What?” You asked, confused.

“He’s telepathic, like me.” Taehyung says. “But he has more—senses? Abilities? Something like that. I don’t know what to call it.”

“Of course, you don’t know.” Namjoon says, hitting Taehyung lightly on the back of his head.

“What do you hear?” Wonho asks his father.

Lehun looked around the room before his eyes landed on you. “It’s you.” He tells you.

What did he mean?

“What?” Yoongi asks, before you could say anything. “Yoongi, move out of the way.” Lehun says.

“No. What are you going to do? What do you hear?” Yoongi asks.

“Yoongi, move or I will move you myself.” Lehun tells his nephew.

“Yoongi, it’s okay.” You tell him.

Yoongi looked at you before sighing and reluctantly moving to the side.

Lehun took steps toward you. He looked at you, inspecting you. “You.” He says, walking in circles around you.

He stopped, standing directly in front of you. He turned his head to look at Yoongi, who was just as confused as the rest of us.

“You two can’t break up. Not anymore.” Lehun informs. “Why not?” Yoongi asked. “Did something happen?”

Lehun took a deep breath before speaking.

“She’s pregnant.”

A Little Present - Zhang Yixing

Originally posted by thatsbeautifulsoul


Pairing: Zhang Yixing X Reader

Word Count: 1930

Warning(s): Spanking, Daddy Kink, BDSM, Oral, Overstimulation

A/N: Holaaaaaaa, I’m back with another smut for you guys and this one is shorter than the last one….. I think. Anywhoooo hope you guys love this little smut, you won’t be having a dreamless sleep after reading this ;)

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Pillows surrounded us as the movie played softly in the background. His fingertips ran along my spin coming up to play with the ends of my hair. “How was class today, princess?” Yixing whispered. “It wasn’t the best, but you’re here and that’s all that matters.” I smiled. Yixing took my chin in-between his fingers, looking at my lips, then right back at me.

“Mm, you look so fucking good right now,” He bites his lip. I rolled my eyes smiling, when his hand comes down to my hips squeezing it. “Don’t roll you eyes at me again, kitten.” His eyes stared me down. “Yes, daddy,” I nodded, leaning into his touch. “C’mon princess, I have a surprise for you.” He whispered into my ear. “Oh, but I don’t wanna move.” I pouted.

Yixing raised an eyebrow, “You’ll want to move when you see what you have in store with the way your acting.” I sat up quickly, following him up the stairs and into our bedroom. Yixing and I have never really tried kinks, but we’ve talked about them. Anytime things become intimate, they are not rough, I could tell it was love, not something meaningless, nevertheless Yixing would ever treat me like that. “Tonight, we’re trying something different kitten.” He said while grabbing my hips. I nodded, and sat on the bed.

He went to the closet, pulling out a box from the top shelf, and set it on the side table. He pulled out a blindfold, a few ties, and left the room again. I knew not to get up and follow him because if I did, that would not make Yixing happy. He came back with a cup of ice, no water, just ice. “Um, why do you have ice?” I questioned. “Don’t speak unless I give you permission, princess.” Yixing demanded.

He walked over to me, removed my shirt while kissing my neck “Now, you know I barely punish you nor do I like too, but that’s going to change kitten,” He whispered against my neck. “Yixing, what-” I was cut off by being flipped around. “I’m sorry, what did I say?” Yixing said. “Not to speak unless you give me permission.” I answered. “That’s right, princess, and what did you do?” He asked. “I spoke without permission.” I could tell he was pleased by this.

“Good girl, but, you still defied the rules, you know what that means right?” I nodded as he spoke. “Now, lay across my thighs,” He motioned. I whined quietly, knowing that this night was not going to be anything like I thought. “I want you to count okay, baby girl?” He said. I nodded, as I suck in a breath preparing for whatever was going to happen.

Yixing landed a slap upon my right cheek, a whimper falling from my lips as I let myself clutch onto his leg, my body immediately relaxing into the sensation that is going to be driving me up the wall soon. “One,” I whispered, barely above a whisper. Another slap on my left cheek, making my nails dig into the rough material of Yixing’s jeans. “Two,” I whimpered. “Good girl,” He whispered kissing my spine. The slaps continued until tears filled my vision, “Ten,” I sniffed.

Yixing let me sit up, as he wiped my tears away, “See it wasn’t so bad now was it, princess?” He cooed. “No, daddy.” I said. “Good, lay back,” He Instructed. I laid back, letting the cool sheeting sooth my red ass. “Hands up, we are not quite done yet,” Yixing said while taking my hands and tied them together to the head board.

Yixing only ever tied me up once, and god did I love it. I bit my lip in anticipation, waiting for whatever was next to happen. “To make things interesting, I’m going to blindfold you okay, kitten?” He said, grabbing the purple fabric from before. My eyes were covered, seeing nothing, I mean what did you expect? His fingertips slid down my body making goosebumps arise to my skin.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” Yixing breathed, kissing every part of my skin. I felt something cold being dragged down my skin and rested on my stomach. His lips touched mine for a passionate kiss as his hand snaked down inbetween my legs. At the first flick of my clit, I cried out into Yixing’s mouth, my hips grinding into his hand. He slipped a finger into me, pumping slowly. The pace of his finger was driving me mad, making me squirm underneath him.

“Stay still, princess,” Yixing ordered. It was one of Yixing’s rules; I couldn’t move or he’d stop touching me, even if it was during one of my treats. I tried my hardest not to move, but I accidentally bucked into his hand when he pressed against my g-spot. He immediately took his hand away from me, sucking  his finger between his lips.

I could tell Yixing was smirking by the way he kept pacing around the bed. “Wanna tell daddy what you want, baby girl?” He said. “I want your tongue, I want your cock, fuck daddy I want it all,” I was not ashamed. “Such a dirty mouth for a pretty little girl,” He chuckled. “You want my tongue huh, kitten?” Yixing daunted, removing the blindfold. I nodded, blinking trying to adjust to the light.

I felt his lip wrap around my clit, lightly flicking it a few times. I inhaled deeply only to exhale with a moan as he continued his actions. He released me from his mouth, looking me right in the eyes as he entered his finger in, again. A long whimper came out of my mouth as he moved his fingers again. “God, you look so fucking sexy withering under my fingers,” He smirked placing his lips on my clit again. He pushed another finger in, making my orgasm come into play. “Daddy, please can I cum?” I moaned.

“Go ahead princess, be as loud as you want,” Yixing  mumbled. “Look at me,” he orders. Already used to taking orders from Yixing, I immediately look at him. “Mm, daddy,” I whimpered. My legs shook around Yixing as he held them open, making me ten times for sensitive. “Fuck, you taste so good,” Yixing moaned. My chest rose and fell as I caught my breath, but I sucked in another breath when he rubbed his tip against my entrance.

“You want it, baby? Tell daddy how much you want it,” Yixing said. “Daddy please, fuck me I want your cock, please.” I begged. He grinned slamming into me. My wrists pulled at the restraints, sure to give me some type of burn. He held my hips as he fucked me into oblivion “Princess, I can tell you’re ready to cum any minute,” Yixing moaned. “Daddy, I am,” I said.

“Oh Yixing, yes daddy fuuuuck” I yelled, unable to control my body anymore, my gaze on his as he watched my face contract at the same time my walls did around his cock. When I finally came down, breathing heavily, I found myself more tired than I’ve probably ever been after such an experience. Forcing my body not to move and having to absorb pure pleasure was actually much more exhausting than I’d have thought. Yixing  must’ve noticed too as he gently stroked my cheek, before kissing his way down my stomach, then back up again to my ear. “I’m impressed, you’ve done so good baby girl” he whispered, “but we are not over.”

I shook my head, not able to take anymore pleasure. “Kitten, if daddy says more, you know what it means,” He smirked. “Daddy, I-i can’t,” I couldn’t even talk. “Yes you can, and you will baby,”  said. I saw Yixing pull out the white toy, which intimidated me more than it should have. “You remember this one princess?” He said showing me the toy, “I know this is your favorite, so tonight, we’re going to play with it.”

“Daddy, please don’t I can’t handle it.” I whined. “Sounds like you wanna make the rules, is that how it goes princess?” He asked. “Sorry, daddy,” I said. Yixing turned on the vibrator to a low setting and dragged it all over my body, making me shiver. “Baby girl, this is suppose to relax you, not tense you up.” He chuckled, feeling my reaction.

My legs immediately closed around the vibrator when Yixing set it on my clit. “Keep ‘em open for me princess,” He pushed my thighs apart. My back arched off the bed as my orgasm hit me like a bucket of bricks. “There you go baby, just like that.” Yixing cooed. My body caved in, my feet dragged on the bed while he put the vibrator on a higher speed.

“Oh daddy!” I yelled, my whole body shook in euphoria as I came around the toy. “That’s my good girl, cum for daddy.” Yixing groaned. My toes dragged against the bed, as I came around the vibrator and profanities left my mouth. “Daddy, daddy fuck,” I moaned. Yixing took the vibrator off only to lick my clit again. I was already in a state of sensitivity.

“God, you’ve done so well kitten,” Yixing said, beginning to untie my hands. “But now, I want you to suck me off like the good girl I know you are,” He growled. I was already out of energy when Yixing pulled me up. I stared in awe at Yixing’s cock, probably drooling. “Stop staring princess,” He chuckled. I bit my lip, taking his cock in my hand, slowly pumping it.

Yixing groaned, “C’mon princess, you know I don’t like waiting.” I smiled up at him, kissing the tip. With my tongue broad and flat, I licked the whole length of him, making eye contact. I alternated between sucking, swirling my tongue one way and then another, and flicking it lightly. I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, and move it up and down in time with the movements of my mouth. I ran my nails on the inside of his thighs, making Yixing whimper. “Fuck princess.” He grabbed my hair.

“Princess, s-stop I wanna cum in that pretty little pussy of yours.” Yixing groaned, unable to hold his moans in. I took him out of my mouth, “Daddy, I have a question.” I trailed. “What is it, baby girl?” He asked. “Can I ride you, daddy?” I asked shyly. “You wanna ride daddy? Well, I suppose that’s fine.” He chuckled. Yixing laid on the bed, cock in hand as I walked over to him.

He cupped my breasts in his hands, groping and tugging roughly. “Yes, daddy,” I moan, burying my face into the crook of his neck. “Oh, God, yes.” “You going to cum for me, baby girl?” “Mmmhmm.” “Come on, baby, cum for me.” My orgasm rockets through my body, sending me into a state of frenzy. Moans and curse words slip out of my mouth. I continue to rock my hips against Yixing as I come down from my high, milking my orgasm for as long as possible.  “There you go, baby.” Yixing whispered in my ear as I fell against his chest. I got off of him and laid next to him, trying to get my breathing leveled again.

“How did you like your surprise, princess?” Yixing said, wrapping his arm around my waist and putting his head in the crook of my neck. “I loved it daddy.” I barely whispered trying to keep my eyes open.

He smirked. “Glad you loved it, Princess.” That was the last thing he said to me before I fell into a dreamless sleep.

Perfect

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky had the perfect Valentine’s Day planned out for you…

Genres: fluff

Warnings: Teensiest bit suggestive if you squint real hard

A/N: 😘 based off the “who should I write about for a Valentine’s day fic” Bucky Edition. I’m planning on doing a Steve one too, hopefully before the actual day… is it okay if that one is angsty though?!

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Evan Hansen x Reader

warnings: really bad writing, anxious people, angry!evan, angst

requested? yes!

“evan x reader where the reader is the one who takes him to the hospital after he broke his arm and one day he snaps at her and then misses her?” -anon

evan x reader angst? -anon

word count: 3.8k (kms this is bad why would i keep writing it)

Tuesday, July 15

Crack.
Snap.
Yelp.
Crash.

It happened much too quickly and you almost didn’t see the see the small figure fall from the oak tree placed a few feet ahead of you on your hiking path. It was almost like the breath was kicked from your lungs as you saw it thump onto the ground.

“Oh my god! Are you okay? Holy shit.” You yelled while running towards the crumpled figure lying on the ground. It was a boy, you recognized him from school, but never really talked much. He was nice, though. You knew that for sure.

He was whimpering and clutching his arm close to his chest, tears streaking down his puffy cheeks. The tears making the pink of the cheeks look even darker under the wet streaks seeping from his eyes. He made eye contact with you and closed his eyes again when he saw how worried you looked. He recognized you too, but couldn’t think straight and said nothing. You kneeled down next to him and began to examine his injuries. You took a deep breath and steadied yourself on the ground.

“Hey, can you talk? Are you okay?” You pleaded towards him. Letting out a breath when he opened his eyes and nodded slightly. thank god.

“I’m,” he winced lightly “I’m Evan. I’m okay it’s just my uh, my arm.” He gasped out through tears, trying not to look at his definitely broken arm.

You took his head gently in your lap and looked down at him once again. You examined his face, nothing but a few scratches on his forehead and cheek. His eyes were so pretty you could’ve gotten lost in them, luckily you snapped yourself out of it because Jesus y/n, he fell from a tree and is injured you can’t be swooning.

“I’m Y/N. I’m going to get you help okay? But you need to help me out, are your legs okay?” You grabbed his face gently and made him look up at you. He nodded.

“Okay, I’m going to help you get up and bring you to my car so when can drive you to the hospital. Is that okay?” Your voice was so gentle and so were your eyes, he almost broke out into more tears. He didn’t think anyone would bother to get him, he honestly hadn’t thought what would happen if he ended up living.

“Yes, uh, yes please.” He stammered out, trying to adjust his legs so he could stand up. You put your arms under his shoulders and hoisted him up. His legs were wobbly and you thanked God that you weren’t very far in your hike. Your car was close, you just hoped he’d stay conscious that long. He was obviously in a ton of pain and his arm… wasn’t pretty. His shoulder was around you and you did your best to lift him to ease his pain that walking must’ve given him.

As you stumbled to the empty parking lot of matted down grass and gravel, you whispered gently in his ear that he could not, under any circumstances, look at his arm. (Your mom had taught you this trick, if you don’t see how bad it is, you won’t freak out as much). He just nodded really quickly over and over again as you opened the passenger seat door. He clambered in and closed his eyes so tight you thought he might pop a vein in his head. You rushed towards the driver’s seat and began speeding through the empty streets towards the hospital.

“Okay, Evan right? We’re almost there is there anywhere else that hurts? -Please stop scrunching your face like that you’re going to pull a muscle- that’s better.” You said as he slowly relaxed his face.

“You told me not to look…” he mumbled flicking his, now opened, eyes to you and then back to his jeans several times. He was trying to distract himself from something… most likely the pain.

When you caught him staring you smiled lightly, and turned your attention back toward the road. Luckily for him, you didn’t see his whole face get red after realizing a nice girl was taking care of him that wasn’t his mom.

As you got the hospital Evan flinched as he saw the bright “EMERGENCY ROOM” sign. Once he was in there he would have to answer a bunch of questions about what happened. He didn’t want to talk to people he just wanted to fall asleep and wake up healed.

“We’re here. Are you awake? Please be conscious, oh god,” you said as you scrambled to his side of the car while the feeling of dread bubbled up from your stomach.

“I- um, I’m f- fine.” He said as he tried to crawl out through the door avoiding any pain that may occur if he moves too quickly.

Once you were both in the position you were in when you walked to your car in the first place, you cautiously opened the doors and scooted him inside. The sweet-looking nurse gasped when she saw Evan’s arm and hollered around for more doctors to help him. The contrast of her bright white uniform and warm brown skin plus her gentle voice made her seem even more friendly, until of course, she almost ripped Evan out of your arms and brought him to a room. The last thing you saw was Evan looking back at you with pleading eyes before different nurses walking in front of you blocked him from your sight.


Wednesday, July 16

It had been a day. You had brought flowers. Is that what people usually do? Bring flowers? What if he doesn’t like flowers? Do boys like flowers? Your train of thought stopped when you were standing in front of the wide marble desk with a big “VISITOR SIGN IN” sign.

The (probably volunteer worker) looked up at you expectantly. She smiled when she saw the flowers, admiring the blues before you started to mumble who you were here for.

“Evan Hansen, he uh, well, I think he broke his arm? I brought him in yesterday- if that helps.” You were slightly embarrassed, you had never had to check in a hospital before to see someone without your parents, and that was 6 years ago.

She smiled politely as she pulled out a piece of paper and began to read it aloud

“Evan Hansen, 17, broken arm and rib fracture?”

“That would be him.” You mumbled, beginning to feel anxious again.

“Room 203 on the left, thank you, ma'am!” She smiled and pointed in the direction of his room. You smiled and thanked her back before walking towards the elevators. 

Boys can like flowers, right? I mean they’re pretty and stuff. Oh god, what am I doing? You reached the right hall and searched the numbers pinned up on the side of every door.
198.
200.
202.

You turned your head around and saw the faint figure of a nurse talking to a sleepy looking Evan in a hospital bed. It was Evan! He was okay! Now, do you knock or?

You decided to knock and the nurse turned around, startled. She walked to the door and let you in after checking her clipboard.

“You’re y/n?”

“Yes ma'am.”

“I’ll go get a vase for the flowers.” She scurried off pretty quick after that, deciding to give you privacy.

Evan eyes were open so wide you thought they might pop out of his head. His arm was in a cast and his hair was matted down almost enough to cover the bandage on his forehead.

“Hi, I’m uh, I’m glad you’re okay.” You said as you slowly walked toward his bed stopping abruptly as you looked for a chair to sit on. 

He noticed and shuffled over towards the side farthest from you on his bed. You sat down lightly and faced him, taking in his features all at once. His eyes, still milky brown and his cheeks weren’t as puffy or red as they were in the forest. There were freckles lightly dusting his nose and cheeks and his bottom lip was bigger than the top and a bit swollen from him biting on it. He took your breath away.

“Thanks uh for yeknow.. getting me at stuff? I mean that sounds so stupid you basically saved my life and I’m so grateful and-” he noticed you staring. “Uh, just, thank you, Y/N.”

“It’s not a problem… I uh, brought you flowers..?” You said, immediately flustered when you realized you were staring. “I don’t really know if you like them but they were really pretty and I thought that’s what normal people do, right?” You were rambling again. shut up y/n!!

“They were really pretty,” he said softly while fiddling with the covers he was under. “I like them, thank you again I guess.” He looked so nervous and you couldn’t understand why.

Truth is, he was nervous because he didn’t think you would come back to see him. I mean you probably had other stuff to do than worry about him right? Why were you here? Did you care about him? His heart fluttered at the thought of that. She cares about me? So he just gently fiddled with the covers until you resumed the conversation.

“Do you like brownies?”

“What?”

“Oh, uh well I was going to make you something for when I come back tomorrow… if that’s okay, of course! I wouldn’t want to, like, intrude or anything you know?” You let out a nervous laugh and forced yourself to look up.

He was staring again but he seemed… softer. He didn’t seem so on guard like when you initially walked in or when he was in your car. You didn’t really know how to reply so you just smiled gently and waited for his reply. Just as the pool of dread started building in your stomach again he replied.

“You really, uh, like you really don’t need to bake for me! I mean it would be cool, I’m not saying that I wouldn’t want anything you gave me but I just wouldn’t want to be an inconvenience! Because who wouldn’t accept brownies from a cute girl? Did I say that out loud? Sorry, I uh-”

You cut him if with your giggling and looked up at him barely containing your infectious smile.

“It’s cute when you ramble.” You said quietly. You were looking down towards your fiddling hands, scared you’ve overstepped a boundary.

He blushed; You did too.

You spent the rest of the day just talking about anything. You didn’t really want to leave and he didn’t want you to either. He wasn’t used to enjoying people company and not being scared of doing something wrong, but you were sincere and nice and funny. You went home at around 9:00 pm and once you left the room felt strangely empty, that is, until he saw the light blue flowers on his bedside table.

Over the past week and a half, you had become quick best friends. Neither of you and really had a bestfriend before, but you fell right into the habits that best friends do. At least the ones they do when one do them is in the hospital… well, you get the idea.


Friday, July 25

Three light taps on his hospital door and you wandered in announcing the arrival of brownies. He frantically tried to fix his hair and smooth out his shirt before you got close enough to see him clearly.

“Hi Ev!” You chirped while holding the brownie pan outwards like it was a trophy.

If he was going to be honest, he didn’t even really like brownies. He thought they were too much chocolate for one sitting, but seeing your grin and how proud you were of them… brownies might not be that bad as long as he could share them with you.

“O-oh my. Hey y/n.” He gave you a half wave and made room on his table for the brownies. why is she being so thoughtful? I mean it’s adorable but that never happens to me.

“Okay, so,” you said while sitting down next to him on his bed and smoothing the covers. “I was wondering, why were you in a tree in the first place?” You asked as politely as possible as one can while stuffing a brownie in their mouth.

There it was. He couldn’t tell her. He could barely tell himself. What was he going to do? Whatever, just make something up Evan, quick!

You noticed him freeze up and slowly shuffled away from him. Maybe he just didn’t want to relive the experience.

“Oh it’s not, I mean it isn’t really…important.”

“Of course it’s important, silly! Otherwise you wouldn’t have fallen and broken your arm from 50 feet up in the air!” You said while making wild hand gestures as if it would help you picture what you were saying.

“I don’t, I couldn’t really,” He couldn’t tell her. He couldn’t tell anyone. “I fell.” He decided that falling was better than letting go.

You looked at him quizzically. He looked guilty? He kept his gaze down and played with his hands more aggressively than usual, he also bit his lip. He was lying. but why would he lie about falling out of a tree?

“Okay.” Was all you said as you stood up slowly and grabbed the flower vase.
“I’m going to uh- go get some water.”

He watched you scurry off the bathroom and exhaled. You knew he was lying. He didn’t want to lose you or let you think he’s a liar, but absolutely no one could know what he had done. His mom would hate him and so would you! He looked toward the plate of brownies and then back towards the bathroom door. All that was playing in his head was 4 words, like a broken record: no one can know.

Sunday July, 27

You didn’t go to the hospital today. Evan had acted so strange after you asked him why he climbed up there in the first place. Once you got back from the bathroom he seemed closed off and distant, he seemed almost rude which was very out of character for him. You knew he didn’t have many friends at school, but he was so warm and sweet before, now he was just so cold and unresponsive.

So as you walked up your front steps after running a few errands for your sister, you almost jumped out of your skin when the door was answered by a middle aged woman with blonde hair. Your mom was right behind her and introduced you.

“Sweetie, this is Heidi! Evan’s Mom.
Heidi this is y/n, my youngest daughter.”

Heidi reached her hand out towards you with a big smile on her face.

“Thank you so much for helping Evan, it means so much to us. You’re even visiting him at the hospital! He seems so much more happy whenever you stop by!”

Her voice was sweet and a little gravelly, probably due to her job which (according to her clothing) was a nurse. Nurses worked long hours. That was probably why Evan was alone at the park in the first place.

“Oh, it’s no problem!” You said as you shook her hand. Her eyes were Evan’s, milky brown and sparkling, and then it hit you.

You’re even visiting him at the hospital! He seems so much more happy whenever you stop by!

Was Evan usually so closed off? He seemed so sweet you couldn’t possibly imagine that to be the case.

“Miss Hansen, if you don’t mind me asking-”

“Heidi, please dear!”

“Heidi, is Evan usually… closed off? He’s been acting sort of strange these past few days.”

She looked a little surprised at first but replied calmly nonetheless.

“He’s been, avoiding things. He hasn’t been taking his meds lately and has trouble talking to people. His meds keep his,” she cleared her throat slightly before continuing. “Negative emotions on track…I’m honestly surprised he talks to you without fainting from nervousness.” Her face turned sorrowful, as if she was thinking about the times he acted like what she was describing.

“Oh, I’m sor-”

“Don’t be silly, you’re helping him! Anyways I’ve got to run if I’m going to be at work on time, I just stopped by to say thank you!” She waved her hands a bit when she talked, it reminded you of Evan. You waved goodbye as she left and ran to your room, your mind was racing a mile a minute.

Evan has medication. Evan doesn’t connect with people. Evan is usually pretty closed off. Evan doesn’t know how to talk to people.

Well, no more ignoring him now. You grabbed your keys and a sweatshirt and walked out to your car, calling out a quick goodbye to your mom.

You were so enwrapped in your thoughts you almost missed the turn to the parking lot of the hospital. You didn’t know what you would say or even if he wanted to see you, but you knew one thing for sure. You were going to find out why he climbed that tree.

You knew the way to his room by heart now, which was strange considering you’ve only walked here twice. You didn’t bother with directions from workers you just marched right in and knocked on his door.

“Evan.”

“Y/N.” he said, surprised you were in his room and even more surprised that you looked so stern.

“Promise me you won’t lie?” You asked, maintaining your gaze directly at him.

He gulped, but nodded slowly.

“Why haven’t you been taking care of yourself and why did you climb that goddamn tree?” Your voice was gentle and shaky, but your body language stayed intense. He didn’t know what to say, had his mom talked to you or something? She did mention going to your house to thank you for being his friend, but what did she tell you?

“Uh- I don’t know what you’re talking about?” His voice raised slightly at the end, as if it was a question.

“Evan your mom said you hadn’t been taking your meds, and that sometimes you-”

“Stop it. Stop it.” He said quietly as he hugged his knees up to his chest.

“Evan please, you know you can talk to me, right? I’ve only known you for a little while but I feel like it’s been forever! Whenever you feel like tha-”

“Stop it.” He said it louder his time, looking at you instead of his hands.

“Evan I-”

“No. You don’t know what you’re talking about. You can’t just say that I can talk to you when I’m ‘off my meds’ y/n. You can’t, you just- you can’t come waltzing into my life and then try and fix it.” 

He seemed almost… angry? You didn’t know how to react, you had never seen him angry before.

“I’m sor-”

“I think you should just mind your own business.” He said softly, looking out the window while trying to calm down.

You didn’t know what to do. You never thought you were trying to fix him? You didn’t know he had anything wrong. Were you supposed to leave?

“I’ll just- uh.” You sniffled slightly, on the verge of tears. “I’ll just go.”
And with that you were out the door, running towards the elevator with a tear making its way down your cheek.


Later that evening Evan couldn’t stand he things he said. He was just so tired. He didn’t mean the things he said, obviously, but he just couldn’t talk about his feelings. He had trouble talking to people normally, so when his feelings came up he shut down. He knows how harsh he was, and he flinched at himself every time he thinks about what happened.

You had exchanged numbers the first day you visited, but he doubted you wanted to ever see him again. He looked over at the flowers you had got him and frowned as he realized they were wilted.

Monday, July 28

You didn’t leave your room. You couldn’t. How could you have been so stupid? You shouldn’t have mentioned his emotions and you shouldn’t have tried to convince him it would help to talk about something he clearly didn’t want to talk about.

Meanwhile Evan was writing and erasing a million texts to send you to say he was sorry.

Tuesday, August 4th

8:26 AM
No new messages to: Y/N

You missed him, but how were you supposed to come back from that? 

“hey I used to be your bestfriend until i overstepped my boundaries and now you hate me!”

No new messages to: Evan
He wished he was good with words. He missed not only his bestfriend, but you. he missed the late night phone calls talking about whatever you guys could come up with. He missed the random texts about what you should get from McDonalds as if he knew what you wanted at that moment. he missed your smile and he missed your unjudgmental presence. He wished he could just send a freaking text.


Thursday, August 6th


From Evan:

I’m sorry. Can u come over?

To: Evan

Why would u want me to? You were right, I should just mind my own business.

From: Evan

No I swear I didn’t mean it like that.

To Evan:

The how did you mean it?

From Evan:

I didn’t mean it at all! Please just come visit and we can talk

To Evan: 

ok


You pushed the door open and crossed your arms over your chest, trying to make yourself feel as small as possible. He looked at you took in your appearance. 

Shorts with a gray hoodie, that looked normal.

Dark eye bags, paler than he remembered, blank expression, that was not normal.

“I’m sorry. I am so sorry.” The words fell out of his mouth like he had no control over them. “I was so rude and I understand if you never wanna see me again and that’s fine! I just missed you a lot and I wish I could take what I said back because I didn’t mean it and I was just so stupid and tired an-”

You let out a long sigh and rubbed your temples. “Evan what am I doing wrong here? I thought I was actually having a good friendship for once and then I screwed it up.”

“What?”

“Why do you think it hurt so much when you yelled at me? I can handle outbursts Evan, but not when they confirm everything I thought I was doing wrong.” You leaned your head against the wall of his room and tried not to make eye contact.

“Y/n- I”

“It whatever Ev, I shouldn’t have come back I’m sorry.” You adjusted your purse and lifted yourself from the wall you were leaning against, ready to run as soon as you could. Before you could make any actual movement though, he was out of his hospital bed and in front of you, shaking hands and all.

He stopped your escape and crushed the air out of your lungs with a bear hug. You were frozen, why was he hugging you? Eventually, you relaxed into him and he dragged you onto his tiny hospital bed.

“I should be sorry.” You mumbled into his neck.

He looked so guilty in the brief moment he had looked down at you, but it quickly became a small smile.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Y/N, no. I just don’t do well when I talk about stuff like that.”

You nodded slightly into his shoulder to show you understood.

“I’m still sorry.”

He stared at you for the longest time before he just simply kissed your temple. After realizing what he had just done, he started to freak out and he was shaking and stuttering. He had never been this close to a girl before, much less a girl he liked before.

“Oh I-I didn’t, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anyth-”

You shut him up by gently taking his hand and interlocking your fingers with his. He stared at your hands in disbelief before looking back at you.

“I’m perfectly comfortable around you.” And you would fall asleep with his and your hands intertwined together, listening to his heartbeat.


He was falling; but this time, not from a tree. this time he was falling for a good reason. This time he was falling for you.