i recognize that room

anonymous asked:

your art's been a little different lately and yet everytime you show up in my dash my heart takes less than 0.00001 second to recognize it and go "yay ikipin!" - loving your growth btw, you are amazing

Thank u that’s so nice. I’ve been trying out some new stuff lately haha. (read: I’m lazy and i’ve just been cleaning up my sketches instead of doing actual lineart and it’s so much easier and faster like that)

Ways Witchcraft Has Affected My Life

🗝My pleasure reading is now academic reading. After starting to lose the skill I once had, my reading comprehension has gone way up.

🗝 I get more done and finished more projects because the first step of something can be a spell. Spells are fun to do so I’m less likely to put it off. Once I’ve taken the first step, I have the motivation and momentum to see the rest of it through, something I used to struggle with.

🗝 I feel as if I have much more agency in my life. I can protect myself from toxic people and actively pull myself out of toxic mindsets much more easily than before.

🗝 Articulating what I want in spells has helped me better understand what I want out of life or what I should be truly focusing on.

🗝I’m much, MUCH better at cooking. I can feed myself on more than just ramen and toast, which makes me healthier and happier.

🗝I have more motivation to give back to the community, through charity or service work, or just being more mindful about the environment and supporting local businesses.

🗝I have a much deeper understanding of history and cultures outside of my own.

🗝 I used to be a slob, but now I regularly clean my room and keep my space tidy because I recognize that a messy room affects me negatively and hurts my magic. Also, my room always smells excellent.

🗝 Whenever I work with deities I practice ritual self hygiene. So the little things I used to ignore before bed don’t get ignored as much.

🗝I have a much deeper appreciation for the little things in life, happy coincidences, tiny blessings. I notice them much more and am thankful.

🗝 I have met so many amazing people and have formed wonderful friendships around the craft.

In the end, when people debate if magic is real or not, who cares? It’s undeniably producing real results.

Headcanon that Fidds Sits like Me™

Stuck on Repeat - Part 2

By popular demand, and also because I cannot resist birthday present requests… I give you the morning after! You can find part 1 HERE, which I forgot to put the title on it so…oops. It’s bar fight!Everlark. This is for @jennagill, who also provided the inspiration for my favorite line of dialogue in this piece. MUAH! darling! Don’t read it before or at work!!! I mean it!

RATED E for you guessed it, the smut…and also some excessive fluff.


Somewhere between midnight and dreaming, Katniss wakes with a groan. She throbs with the ache of bone deep satisfaction. But her arm is twisted at an odd angle and something hot and heavy pins her leg to the bed. She kicks at it and the body beside her shifts. Lifting her head, she registers that it’s Peeta sprawled out beside her, but that’s all the time she gets before she has to zip into the bathroom. When she’s done, she slides back beneath the sheets and takes a moment to let her gaze wander over him.

The sheets have tangled around his right leg, his left is completely uncovered, truncated close to what would have been his knee. His arm is flung up over his head and his face is turned into it. As she lays there, she thinks about biting the muscles she can just make out in his relaxed state. It never occurred to her that she might be one of those girls, the ones who go all cross eyed over a muscle-bound guy. Peeta’s not exactly burly, but there’s no denying the underlying power in his quiet strength. Maybe it’s just the way he leaped to her defense last night. Or maybe it’s just him. Either way, by the time her perusal reaches his hips, her muscles magically feel a thousand times better, soreness replaced with a different kind of ache. One that only Peeta can appease. She feels a sharp tug in her middle aimed in his general direction. And she gives in to it.

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Iron Crown (II)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jinyoung

Rating: R

Warning: Vampire!AU

Word Count: 5,037

Summary: As the Crown Princess of Vitus, your land has always been peaceful. When your power-hungry Uncle decides to stop paying the tithe though, things take a turn for the worse. The vampires who reside in the mountains are not happy and in retaliation - they set their sights on you.

Originally posted by trajktgjnr95

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Cengiz in the livestream today got told off by the staff for being on social media while they were filming. And then he said “oh, but they dont know that we are on set right now so its fine” in Norwegian. Like we all wouldn’t understand him. You played urself bro

Don’t Look Behind You - Part 2

Part one

Summary: Stiles saw you the first time when he was void and became insatiable of you. Even when Stiles was free from him, he still found himself pining over you and wanting you to be his.

Prompt belongs to the greatest @sincerelystiles (Link to the prompt)

Warning: Contains smut and everything coming along

Pairing: Void!Stiles x Reader

Word count: 6854

A/N: It took way much time to finish this one!!! But I’m kinda proud? A lot of people asked for a part two so here it is! I’ll tag everyone that left a feedback on the first part, but sadly I can’t find the asks about it, so sorry I can’t tag everyone. If the notification of the tag only bothers you just tell me and I’ll remove it!! Thanks to @maddie110201 who’s always there to give me some motivation and awesome feedbacks! And help me. A lot. I love you.

Tags: @multilovee @rosecoloredshawn @iloveteenwolf24 @x-mitch-rapp-x @rememberstilinski @forevermieczyslaw @nerdyalienhybrid1987

Originally posted by blogfandomimaginesstuff

I didn’t know how it ended like that. How I ended up in such a situation and how this situation could have such a denouement. My breath had been lost in my lungs for a long time, unable to breathe normally, I had to bend over and put my hands on my knees. It was burning, my chest was burning, my whole body emitting the heat all over me. I was so hot and my legs were soft just to have him so close to me, in the other room. I wanted him, so much it was uncontrollable. I had to do everything to stay calm, stay sane. Because I knew, if my skin were to be in any contact with his, he wouldn’t be the only one insatiable. I was losing my mind, I was confused and my ideas were no longer clear.

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Summer Boy || Jeon Jungkook pt.05

{ pt.06}

Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smut/Fluff-ish/slap in the face

Word Count: 4,643

~ SO sorry that it’s been forever since I last updated. So much been going on these past few weeks and this series is coming to an end soon. Hope you enjoy!♡


The days following Jungkook’s and I event on the beach, he messaged and called me excessively. At first, he tried to apologize, then began to dismiss the topic and was only trying to get my attention. I ignored all efforts to communicate and avoided unwanted encounters. After four days of rejection and silence on my side, he stopped trying completely; then by the sixth day, I began to miss him.

I had myself locked inside the house and sometimes only my room. My friends began to worry since I had failed to speak with them at all. I sometimes heard some of the guys over; mostly Jimin, Namjoon, and Hobi but never Jungkook. The days or nights I was cooped up in my room, I found myself peeking out my windows to look into his. My window was unlocked but the blinds were closed and I only ever saw the door to his room. The lights were off most of the time I checked and I wonder if he was in there in the dark like I was.

It was one of those nights I went to bed early, just as the sun was going down, but I really just laid there in bed. I drifted in and out of slumber when I eventually, I woke up to laughing and a cold sweat. My room was dark and the only crack of light came from under my door. Faint talking could be heard from the living room and I recognized Jin’s laugh instantly. I sighed, missing the good times we all spent together but I couldn’t find the courage to make the move to face them. I was too embarrassed with what I have become over the last week; when I normally wouldn’t care.

I decided to go back to sleep, pushing the covers off my sweaty neck down to my waist.

 "I don’t know. Jungkook said he would meet us here…“

I almost didn’t hear what Namjoon said. The drowsiness was scared out of my system as my heart stopped for a minute.

 "My Kookie has been unrecognizable lately, he’s never home and is out all hours of the night,” Jin said not long after.

 "Yeah, same with (Y/n)…I feel like I haven’t seen her in a week, and she hasn’t even left the house.“ The worry in Bitsy voice made me feel guilty.

 "Those two really need to talk things out. I wish they weren’t so stubborn.” Jimin said.

Hearing that Jungkook was also acting out fed to my guilt as well. Why was I being such a drama queen? I wasn’t acting like myself. I was never afraid to face a conflict, but things just felt different with Jungkook involved.

I grabbed my phone and looked through the old messages from him. I wanted to text him so he could come over but it’s been so long. What if he stopped texting me because he was over it already? Which would explain the behavior Jin was talking about.

Do you still wanna talk?

My head was beginning to ache with all my conflicting thoughts. Would he even text me back? I pulled my pillow into my chest, holding it tightly, while I closed my eyes. They were still talking but had changed the conversation. The last thing I remembered was staring at my phone screen and before knew it, I was asleep once again.


I woke up to a faint knocking sound, but as I came to my senses it was quite forceful. The room was still dark and it could have been nothing past midnight.

 “Go away, Coco…” I mumbled into my pillow.

The knocking continued regardless, not till l allowed the sound to ring in my head, did I realize it wasn’t knocking against wood but against the glass. I pushed the blankets of my legs and went to switch on the lights. Walking over to my window, I lifted up the blinds to find Jungkook standing on the other side of them.

I stood numbly looking at him; his face was different from the last time I had seen him, he looked a bit puffier but his cheeks were blushed. I was afraid to let him in regardless if the window was open. He had no specific expression on his face but it still held a gentle and unsure look. For a moment he looked away from me and back to reach into a book bag, I hadn’t even noticed he had on. My head tilted with my brows scrunched when he pulled out a full bottle of Jack Daniels, holding it up for me as if it was a way in. I bit the inside of me cheek still hesitating to let him in. Jungkook paused for a moment before once more reaching into his bag, this time pulling out a single can of coca cola with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

 “It’s open.” I turned away from him, walking to bed, and hearing the window open as I sat at the edge.

I rested my back against the headboard while I drank down all the water I had on my nightstand. Tapping my fingers against the now empty glass while Jungkook opens up the bottle of Jack. He scooted closer to me offering to pour me some and I stopped him halfway up the glass. I reached in his bag that was sitting between us for the can of coke and filling up the rest of my cup. I watch Jungkook take a swing straight from the bottle resetting it at the opposite side of the bed. I took a drink from my cup as well, the over sweet cola making the harsh whiskey more bearable.

 “(Y/n)…” My eyes shifted towards him. Jungkook was sitting with his knees spread and the bottle held between both hands. He was staring at the brown liquor sway in its glass prison. “I don’t know…what you think that was on the beach but-”

Jungkook stopped speaking for a moment, unsure of himself and what he wanted to say. I took another sip from my cup to find the strength to go through the conversation. “I just hate this wall you put between us before anything could even happen.”

His eyebrows were knitted, he was frustrated with the situation at hand. I didn’t know how to explain to him that it wasn’t anything personal, at least not at first. I couldn’t deny that my distance from him had grown from what I first intended it to be. I knew what he was feeling- how he was feeling.

 “You’re right.” I took a gulp of my drink allowing it to burn in my throat. “What I’m doing isn’t fair, and the last thing I wanted was for it to bother you so much.”

I could see that it was hard for Jungkook to be so honest about how he felt. I could see the hurt in his eye whether he tried to hide it.

 “I like you.”

I gulped at his sudden words, looking away from him at all costs. “Jungkook-”

“And the only reason I would ever have the balls to admit that; besides the fact I’m a little drunk, is because I think…you might like me too.”

I ran my hand over my forehead and temples. It was obvious he had been drinking before coming here, so that was giving him an unclear mind. If he was speaking the truth, that meant things would have to end.

 “Why are you trying to create something between us? This wasn’t my intention- there’s nothing between us.” I drank down what was left in my cup, trying to release some of the frustration.

 “I’m not saying that,” Jungkook mumbled faintly. He leaned over to pass me the bottle so I could refill my glass. “I know what this is.”

 “Jungkook, please.” I wanted to mask his words with the liquor in my cup. “All I know is there’s been a stigma around me. I have my reasons to keep my distance…”

He watches me drink straight from the bottle, where his lips had been just seconds before. “I don’t know what your reasons are but they can’t be that complicated.”

 “So what if they aren’t? You think you can fix them?”

 “Baby, if you’d let me, I wouldn’t hesitate.” He yanked the bottle from my hands just as I was about to go in for another gulp. “I could tell why you would doubt me.”

 “Enlighten me then.” I put my cup down on the nightstand and leaned on the headboard.

 “Well you aren’t the ‘single’ type,” Jungkook’s confidence was beginning to show. “The fact that you are trying so desperately to stay that way probably stems from a bad relationship.”

Normally, I would take offense for his first comment but the alcohol was buzzing my head. He was right regardless of what I thought.

 “How observant of you,” I said sarcastically. He shrugged and smirked my way. “I’m afraid it’s a little more complex than that, though.”

 “Why don’t you tell me about it then?” I laughed aloud intentionally. Jungkook was not easily offended to my luck. “Or should I keep guessing till I get it right?”

 “Try me.”

I was very aware that Jungkook would be up for the challenge but I couldn’t stop to see the wrong in this. My alcohol tolerance wasn’t strong and yet, I wasn’t as paranoid or dramatic. But I would surely do something I would regret in the morning.

 “You said you’ve only slept with two other people- I don’t necessarily believe that, though. I think you have actually only dated two people.” He was completely wrong but I was interested to know what he thought. “My guess is that you dated some asshole, who only slept with you for a couple months before he left. Then the second guy you liked after but he wasn’t interested in a serious relationship, which he probably never admitted, still, you devoted your time to him.”

Though he was wrong, Jungkook words brought back unwanted memories. Ones that flared anger in my heart and only feed my paranoia. I grabbed my drink and only wanted to bury myself in its poison. Jungkook spoke with confidence but when I failed to respond, he noticed the change on my face.

 “Do you think I’m that stupid?” I said with spite. I was that stupid but it angered me that he could see it. He saw the tears build in my eyes before I looked away from him.

 “No.” He said noticing his mistake. He placed the now half empty bottle to the floor, moving up the bed a bit more. “I think you’re strong.” I was keeping the tears on the brim of my eyes. “But you’re scared of your feelings cause of what he did to you.”

He sat on his knees beside me, hesitating to go any further. Jungkook was growing closer, wanting to comfort me but I rejected his affection in embarrassment. I was stubbornly full of pride; I hated others pity and sympathy for my stupid choices. My head was beginning to flutter with all different emotions. I was no longer crying about my ex but about everything else. How things with Jungkook would never work out; not a relationship, not even a friendship. I hated the fact that he wanted me in a different way than I was using him. But he was the reason I was thinking that I didn’t want to be so empty and hollow anymore.  

 “Jungkook, please…stop.” My voice cracked slightly under my hushed words. He tried to touch the hand on my lap but I moved it away to push some of my loose hairs back and regain my composer.

 “You don’t have to hide, I won’t do anything you don’t tell me too.” I sucked in a shaky breath, turning my head to face him and met him only inches away from me. His dark chocolate eyes were scanning my face for any signs of objection as he leaned in. My lashes were wet, sticking to each other as I looked up at him and watched his eyes shut softly. I allowed his wet lips to timidly graze mine and my mouth responding erotically by nature. But the kiss wasn’t hot, it was warm and comforting; it was loving in its most innocent form. He cupped my face as a way to relax and ease my immodest behavior. I melted into his touch feeling tense and unsure of what I was getting myself into. It was just like on the beach; Jungkook wasn’t trying to establish any dominance between us, it was simply adoration. “Tell me what to do…”

Jungkook tried to pull away to speak but I kept him close because his affection was stimulating. I grabbed the back of his neck, feeling his skin shiver under my hand. My tongue playfully brushed against his, bringing him to hover over me and continue what we had in mind. I pulled on the collar of his shirt, moving my exposed legs to rubbed against his, easing him on top of me. He pulled away once I struggled to breathe, our hot breaths hitting our lips with the smell of whiskey.

 “I don’t wanna be lonely anymore,” I whispered. Nudging my nose against his, I shut my eyes in hope that he would fulfill the aspiration I longed for. “I’m yours.”

There was so much more to say but nothing left to do. I gave myself over to him without a second thought. I wanted what he could give me; comfort, affection, and bliss. Despite what my emotions would be in the morning, this is what I need at the moment. A simple touch from him was enough to set me free.

Jungkook took his time savoring my lips, loving the taste of liquor and me in his mouth. His lips were so soft and just the right amount of moisture to let his tongue slip in. Jungkook leaned me down with my back against the bed. He hummed against my mouth as my hands slipped down his neck and chest. My hand rubbed under the material of his shirt, where his toned chest hid. Jungkook pulled on my waist arching my back off the mattress. His other hand ran up my leg and caressed the flesh of my thigh. He didn’t seem to mind the bit of stubble while he moved under my cotton shorts, feeling the warmth of my inner thigh. Goosebumps shivered down my spine and on my legs. Jungkook’s lips were traveling down my chin with softly pressed kisses. My hand followed the landscape that was his arms while he sucked lightly on my neck.

He paused for a moment to remove his shirt as he started to grow hot. I leaned up to attach my lips on his defined collar bones before he had even thrown the shirt behind him. Jungkook chuckled with a slight groan as his hands grabbed my waist and pushed up my thin shirt up to feel more of me. I followed in his action and removed my top. Jungkook was quick to attack my neck and chest, pushing me gently back onto the bed. His hands cupped and caressed my figure as he left a trail of kisses between the valley of my breasts.

His name left my mouth softly, he was the only thing playing in my mind. My legs tingled with the feathered kisses he left down my abdomen. He kept his eyes open the entire time, admiring my body on his way down to my navel. He stripped my of my shorts but left my damp panties on, kissing and teasing me through the fabric. I squirmed on the bed as his hot breath tickled over my clothed mound. Jungkook took his time running his hands over my thighs and hips.

 “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, (Y/n).” He whispered, barely enough for me to hear him. “But I want you,” Jungkook leaned in to kiss over the wet spot on my underwear. “all the goddamn time.”

His words like honey made me whimper and move my knee up, to allow him more area between my legs. I wanted him too. Way more than I was willing to admit to him and even myself. I picked myself up to get a better look at him before he started. His gorgeous face between my thighs was a sight that would be burned into my mind forever. Jungkook smiled up at me, hooking his hand around my leg and kiss the warmest part of my thigh, still, maintaining eye contact. I moved my hand over to him, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes.

I leaned back and watched him hook his fingers around the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my knees and off my feet. He could not keep his eyes off my core, he looked at me with such lust and hunger. I could feel my face and chest grew heated with a breath caught in my mouth, trapped under my bitten lip. His hot soft mouth kissed my lips, running his tongue over the soft flesh. Jungkook’s teasing lips curled into a smile as he peered a look my way. I moaned silently in my mouth while my legs tensed and threshed beside him. He brought out his tongue to brush pass the small bud sticking out from my soaked folds. My hips jerked as he flicked his tongue against my clit, using the wet muscle to stroke against the bundle of nerves that caused me so much pleasure. His mouth worked wonders against me, wanting to make my eyes shut and cry out. The satisfaction shivered and shook throughout my body, made my core rock in flames.   

 “Mmm.” His lips hummed against my core as he found my wetness lower at my entrance. He tongued over my entrance while his hand spread my folds gently. The lewdest sounds were coming from his mouth as he sucked at the arousal dripping over my skin. My cheeks heated and the rest of my body screamed for more and all of him. Whines left my lips each time he opened his mouth for anything. His free hand was rubbing on my thigh to keep my legs from closing around him. My own hands were grabbing on the sheets, not knowing what else to do with them and keep them from pulling his head any closer to me. He must have had a similar feeling because his hand left my thigh and grabbed a hold of mine; he locked his fingers with mine and allowed me to squeeze as hard as I wanted. His hold was welcoming and eased me into his mouth with enjoyment instead of storming through it.

 “Oh! My God…” I hissed as he licked back up my heat to wrapped his sweet lips over my clit. He groaned against my heat as he felt my hips press against him and move against his mouth. Jungkook kept his tongue out and mouth still to let me rock against his face; my abdomen tensed on and off as I tried to keep the beautiful rhythm up myself. His eyes watched me intently as I gasped for air and struggled to please myself.

I could see my wetness glisten over his lips and watched how he enjoyed licking them clean. He let go of my hand to take a hold on both of my thighs, letting my legs rest of his shoulders and beside his head. His face disappeared in between my thighs and a long moan fell past my lips. Jungkook added pressure to my heat and he lapped his mouth over it. My walls began to clench at the pleasure building over my core hoping to find my release soon. Jungkook was working just to that goal in mind when he began to quicken the motions of his tongue.

 “Jungkook! Yes, yes please.” I was losing my voice as it began to fade into no words but merely sounds of ecstasy. My stomach was tightening from the violently heavy pleasure, threatening to drown my body to its numbing point. My legs started to shake around Jungkook’s head and his hands tighten around my thighs, holding me close to his mouth. He brought his hand around to my clit, using the pads of his fingers to pressed shapes into it while his mouth slipped along the rest of my skin. My heels dug into his back as my voice grew louder and everything in my head was wiped clean; except the feeling of complete and utter bliss.

 “I want to wake up by your side.” Jungkook’s mumbled as he kissed up my stomach and rubbed my legs from the aftershocks of my orgasm. The pool of my heated blood was still running through my body as he came back up. I only got a quick glance of his dusky eyes before his head disappeared into the crook of my neck, kissing my clammy skin and taking my hands in his.  

 “Kiss me, Jungkook.” I whined softly. I found his lips with my own, cupping his strong jaw while he brushed his tongue past my lips. I could taste myself on his tongue and it only caused me to become further aroused. His denim covered hips pressed into the bare skin of my core, taking my breath away with each roll of his hips. He kissed my cheek after pulling away, watching how my eyes hazed in lust at our explicit contact. His neck veins showed through his skin when he tried to keep his groans in. He looked gorgeous with sweat forming on his face, giving him a soft glow in the light above us.

 “I’m going to make you mine, (Y/n).” While he continued to kiss me cheek, his hand was working on the buttons on his pants. My hips were bucking and squirming under him and he pushed the fabric down his legs. His length was already between my folds, lubricating himself with the juices he had caused. “Can I?”

I nodded frantically, pecking his sweet lips once more before locking eyes with him. “Yes.”

He pushed his head through my entrance, my tight walls wrapped around him and throbbed. Jungkook pressed his lips against mine breathing heavily as he pushed himself the rest of the way. I gasped into the kiss, my eyes shutting at the sensation of his length filling me. I still managed to keep our lips moving through the mild thrusts, there was a lot of tongue but it didn’t feel overwhelming. Our lips pressed passionately slow, the hunger of intimacy and endearment was something I had not yet experienced with any man.

My hips pushed into the mattress each time he pushed in, only to pull out and keep the sequence going. I felt the pleasure intense when he hit the deepest parts of me, causing strange noises to erupt from my throat. I felt as if there was a cloud of misty surrounding us, in which we could only feel each other and our connecting bodies. It was a pleasure that builds like no other, it took longer but more care when in it, making it more authentic.

 “I think you’re gorgeous.” Jungkook said faintly, causing my eyes to open slowly. His lids were half closed, trying to keep his eyes on me the entire way through. His bottom lip flushed red from his teeth biting into the soft flesh.

I wanted to keep kissing him but the moans leaving my mouth prohibited it. My legs caressed his while his hips pushed between my thighs. His thick brows and damped hair framed his lightly tanned skin. Jungkook’s gripped my hand at the same time he began to push into me harder. The sound of his skin hitting against mine joined the heavy breathing and moans in the room. With a single arm, he tugged at my lower back and brought my hips up to meet his. Our locked hands were resting pinned beside my head. I rocked my body against him the way he liked. My heat was becoming sore and raw from the friction between us but it only added to the pleasure. I could feel myself begin to sink into him emotionally, normally scared to, but now I only wanted to fall in deep.

Jungkook kissed along my jaw, lips pressing soft wet kisses as far as he could reach. My free hand was wrapped around his broad shoulders; only wanting to keep him and never let this end. Short on breath, he still managed to whisper sweet praises in my ear. Making me feel like I was the only women in the world for him. My legs shook on and my only response was to wrap them around his hips.

 “Fuck! Baby…” Jungkook groaned, shutting his eye for the first time. He took in a sharp breath between thrusts and swallowed hard. “You’re going to make me come.”

He pressed his entire body against me, hips to hips and chest to chest. His pelvis was grinding hard into my most sensitive skin and my breasts only moved along with his body each time.

 “Don’t stop…Jungkook, please.” My orgasm was approaching slowly but strongly. I couldn’t make words in my head much less speak them. My voice had turned into a symphony of crying pleasure as it snuck up my body. Soon I was moaning with every thrust and every second my body was at its highest point of stimulation and sensitivity. I held him close as I was coming to my end, as was he. My ankles locked around him and I kept him still in me with only minimal movement. Our cores connected and throbbed together was enough to lose ourselves in each other.

My mind was wiped clean and my body gave in to him, convulsing with bliss and delight. I could feel Jungkook spill his warm seed in me, a sensation I was not familiar with but enjoyed to its fullest.

My heart was beating fast against his chest, where he was surely doing the same. Our hands were still locked but the grip was loose as our bodies became numb. Jungkook’s face was hidden in the crook of my neck with almost his full weight on top of me. My body was burning up but I didn’t want him to move; he did, however, pull himself out of me, leaving only an empty feeling behind. I removed my hand from his and wrapped it over the other one.

 “Don’t leave me.” Tears were welling in my eyes as he lifted his face for me to see. I pushed his hair aside and caressed his delicate features.

 “You want me to stay?” Jungkook asked hoping he heard correctly. His eyes were tired but full of joy when I nodded my head. He kissed my lips, wrapping his arms around my body and pulled me on top of him as he rolled onto his back. I looked down at him with an embarrassing big smile on my face. Jungkook’s eyes creased at the corners, showing off his adorable bunny smile. I made myself comfortable in his arms and beside him as he pulled the sheets over us.


The last thing I remembered was that kiss before we said goodnight. The warmth and dampness of Jungkook’s naked skin against my own. I remember looking forward to waking up with him still asleep and his arms still holding me.

But when I did wake up and found him sleeping in my bed; the only feeling I was met with was remorse.


Addewid (XII)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Kai (Jongin)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 5,095

Genre: Fey!AU + Series

Summary: You cannot appeal to my better nature, for I have none. I am not human, little one.”

You’ve always known you were different. You’re able to see them, after all, able to see the Others. You’ve also always ignored them. Until the day comes where you’re forced to make a choice - one that throws your world into chaos. And sends you down a path you might never return from.

Originally posted by co-kai-ne

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Drinking Disaster-Calum Hood

A/n: Hi guys! I just want to say thank you for all the support I’ve been receiving. I know the topic of this imagine is a bit touchy and may be hard for some readers. But as someone who has experienced something similar to this, it makes me feel better if I write about it.

Warning: Drinking, Swearing, Sexual Assault, Fighting.

Summary: (Y/n) goes to a party with the guys. It was supposed to be a fun night for all involved, but when a guy can’t keep his hands off of (y/n) her best friend Calum comes to save the day. 

Originally posted by jiminvy

As we pulled up to the party my senses were instantly filled with the smell of beer and the loud thumping of music. I’m not usually one for parties, but the guys were going with me, so I knew I’d have a good time. Looking out the window, I see tons of people already. Most of the females I see are wearing short, tight dresses, instantly making me feel self-conscious. It’s not that I’m not confident with my looks, I just felt a bit out of place because I’m wearing skinny jeans and a t-shirt.

“Hey Mikey, you gunna be my wing-man tonight” Ashton questions.

“Sorry Ash, but you’re on your own. You aren’t the only one trying to talk to girls” Mikey jokes. I look over to Calum who just rolls his eyes at his friend’s antics. Thankfully Calum and I are very similar, and aren’t too big on parties so I know he will stay by me most of the night.

As we got out of the car, I could tell Mikey already found a girl he wanted to talk to. We all laugh as we watch him try to be cool while walking over to a girl only to slightly stumble.

“Come on guys let’s leave Mikey alone” I warned. “Hey Cal wanna go get some drinks?”

“Yeah sure, Luke or Ash, you guys want anything?”

“Nah man, I’m good” Luke responds.

“Same, I’m good” Ashton chimed in.

Cal and I walked into the house to find where the drinks were being served. On our way we would stop to say hi to some people I barely knew, so I typically just let Calum do all the talking. This is how my life was, always being side by side with Calum, my best friend. However, I didn’t want him to just be my best friend, I wanted more, but I could never tell him.

I wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation Calum was having now and I just wanted to find a drink. I look around and finally see the area where drinks are being served and I excuse myself from Calum and the people he was talking to.

As I sift through the large cooler I finally decide on just having a water. I’m not usually too big on drinking anyways, especially because I feel like I always need to babysit the boys once they’ve had a few too many.

“Hey there, what’s a gorgeous thing like you doing alone at a party” a man asks me.

“Well I came with friends, I just left them so I could get a drink” I say making small talk.

“Man, if I came with you, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight” he says flirtatiously. “The name’s Troy, and yours?”

“I’m (Y/n)” I say with a smile as I shake his hand. I could tell Troy had already had a couple of drinks as some of his words were a bit slurred. But nonetheless he was pretty cute so I didn’t mind talking to him.

“So where are you from?” he asks. He takes a couple steps closer to me, probably so that he could hear me better over the extremely loud music.

“I currently live in LA, but I am originally from a small suburb of Chicago. Yourself?”

Before he answers me, Troy digs through the cooler and pulls out two of the cheapest beers he can find. He goes to offer me one, but I politely turn it down causing him to shrug. Instead of just putting it back in the cooler he sets it next to me as he opens his bottle.

“I’m from San Francisco, but I’m staying in LA for the weekend.” As he talks he continues to move closer to me, leaving little space between us. However, since Calum isn’t around, I suppose flirting a little bit wouldn’t hurt. I mean I don’t even know if Calum likes me anyways, so I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I go to take a drink of my water, only to realize I have already finished it off. I give off a small huff as I decide to say screw it, one beer won’t hurt. I go and grab the bottle of beer and pop the cap off to take a drink. Troy smiles in victory when he sees that I take a drink.

“So do you have a boyfriend” he asks smoothly.

“No, no boyfriend. I’m completely and epically single” I joke.

“Thank god” he sighs. “Usually the hot ones are always taken and I don’t find out that they have a boyfriend until I’ve already talked to them for a while. Although, I mean, if they are up for it, then I don’t mind.” The boy begins laughing as if he has told the funniest joke on earth as I just stand their awkwardly. Alright, maybe he isn’t as great as he first seemed.

“Well I should go find my friends, they’re probably wondering where I’ve been” I say quickly.

“Wait now” he says as he grabs my arm. I stop in place the moment I feel his touch. An uneasy feeling flows through my stomach as the grip on my arm tightens. “Now why would you leave when we are having such a good time” he asks harshly.

“Sorry Troy. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

His hand releases my arm and instead he moves his arm so that it snakes around my waist. A soft smile lands on his lips as I do nothing to push him away.

“Why don’t we go up-stairs” he asks. Before I even have a chance to say anything I feel him guiding him towards the stairway. I look through the crowds of people hoping to find Calum or any of the boys, but have no luck. With every step up I take, I feel my body shaking in worry. Troy walks me into an empty room and closes the door.

Without having a chance to move, Troy roughly presses his lips to my neck. I stand there frozen with little idea of what I should do. His hands begin roaming my body, to places I have never let anyone explore.

“I really should get going” I say lightly as I try to push past him. In response he roughly grabs my shoulders and pushes me back so that I cannot go through the door. Tears begin welling up in my eyes as I know damn well Troy is much stronger than me. Once again, his lips find my neck and his hands reach the hem of my t-shirt.

“Please don’t do this” I mumble.

Tears begin flowing down my face as I feel him placing his hands under my shirt. All of my mobility has been officially shut off as I feel stuck to the ground. I pray that Calum or one of the guys would come and find me before Troy can do anything further. But instead I feel a rough shove, as Troy gets my body to the bed.

The blankets felt scratchy to my skin, but it was nothing compared to his hard touches. His hands now found the band of my pants as he fumbles trying to unbutton them. After struggling for a few moments, he finally is able to pull my pants down to my knees. He plays with the band of my underwear and all I can do is lay there.

“Please.” I’m sure it was inaudible for him, but it was all that would come out of my mouth. As I lay there, my consciousness begins to fade, as I just want this moment to go away. However, I’m brought back to reality when I heard a loud yell and a hard smack.

“Get the fuck off of her, and don’t you ever fucking touch her again.” I easily recognized the voice. Calum.

The room grew loud with yells coming from Troy as Calum continuously connected his fists with my attacker’s face. It took me a second to regain myself, but once I was finally able to move I tried pulling Calum off from Troy’s limp body.

“Calum, please stop. Let’s just go” I yell through tears and his loud grunts while he lands a few more punches in. I grab his face in my hands and look him in the eyes “Calum please.” Once he sees the fear in my eyes he gets up from the ground and wraps his arm protectively around me. We didn’t bother finding the other guys before leaving and decided to just walk back to my apartment because it was the closest to the party.

Once we got to my place, I gently guide Calum over to the couch while I go to grab a cloth to wash the blood off from his hands. His eyes are red and puffy from him violently crying, matching that of my face. The room is silent as I clean off his knuckles, which causes him to wince every now and then from pain. Once he was all cleaned up we sat there for what felt like forever.

“Thank you” I say ever so softly.

“I’m so sorry” is how he responds.

“Cal, it’s not your fault. But thank you for getting to me before he could do anything else. You are my hero.” I gave off a weak smile, but his face stayed blank.

“I should have never let you wander off alone. God (y/n) if anything ever happened to you I could never forgive myself. I’m just so sorry it took me so long to get to you.” While he speaks, tears begin streaming down his face. I hate seeing him in pain, for something that is clearly not his fault and so I take my thumb to wipe away some of his tears.

“Cal, please, it’s alright. I’m alright, and it’s all because of you.”

“I love you.” It was soft but I still heard him say it.

“I love you too Calum.”

“I’m in love with you” he clarifies. I feel my heart skip a beat as this is what I have been waiting for my whole life. “You are my whole world, and I don’t know what I would do without you. That’s why I can’t forgive myself. It’s not just that I didn’t get to you sooner, but because I didn’t tell you how I felt sooner.”

Before Calum can say anything else I gently place my lips to his to show him that I feel the same. He was my best friend, someone I have loved for a long time, but I never got to show him just how much I loved him until now.

“Calum Thomas Hood, I love you” I say with a smile. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear and softly smiles for the first time since the disaster that occurred earlier. Although I was still greatly upset from the previous events that occurred. I was safe and it was all because of Calum.

Ghost

Originally posted by spiderholland

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader(female)

Summary: Reader has been in an abusive relationship for the past two years. When Steve, Bucky, and Peter find out about it, they make it their goal to get her out of there as soon as possible. Especially Peter, because nothing bothers him more than seeing the woman he loves being taken advantage of. 

Warnings: language, mentions of abuse, injury, mentions of anxiety

*not my gif* 


YOUR POV 

The lights were off in the corridors of the Avengers building. Hopefully no one was up watching a movie in the dark. I stepped out of the elevator and into the common room of my floor. I stayed on the floor with Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Peter. Peter was originally assigned to a room on the second floor with Clint, Nat, and Wanda, but he asked Tony if he could switch because he claimed that the wifi connection was better on this floor. I think otherwise. 

I stayed quiet and tried my best to tip toe to my bedroom. That’s when I noticed the dim light of the TV flashing. I stopped in my tracks. I pulled my hood over my head so that if one of them saw me, they couldn’t see the black eye I had. 

My eyes adjusted the longer I stood there and I noticed that it was all of them sitting watching The Matrix. Why did they choose tonight to do this? I can’t let them see me like this. 

It looked like Sam and Peter had fallen asleep, and Bucky and Steve were very engrossed with the TV screen. So I just took a shot and walked straight for my room. But of course, one of the soldiers saw me. 

“(y/n), where have you been? It’s nearly one o’clock in the morning,” Steve said, announcing my presence to Bucky, and the two sleeping who were now waking up. 

“I… uhh… I was just out with some friends. We got some dinner and then I went to the gym.” I lied. 

“We have a gym here. And an entire training room,” Sam said after he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Did you forget that?” He asked it suspiciously. 

“No, but sometimes I’d prefer to work out where there isn’t anybody that I know.” I snapped quietly. “I need to go shower.” I walked away, making a bee line to my room, but someone’s hand grabbed mine. I recognized the gentle touch as Peter’s. The light switched on and he turned me around, making me face him. I kept my head down, but he put his finger under my chin and tilted my head up. He pulled my hood back and gasped softly when he saw my right eye.  

“Who the hell did this to you,” Bucky asked as he approached me. 

“No one,” I said defensively. 

“Then what happened,” Bucky demanded. 

“It was Jason again, wasn’t it,” Peter said, his brown eyes staring into mine. 

“Jason? Your boyfriend?” Steve asked. 

I looked down, afraid to answer. 

“This isn’t the first time it’s happened,” Peter mentioned. “Last month she came home with a cut on her head.” 

“Why didn’t we know about this,” Sam asked. 

“Because I begged Peter not to tell.” 

“How long has this been going on,” Steve asked. 

“A while,” I said. “I’m sorry. I can’t… I can’t do this right now. I’ll talk to you guys later.” I said and bolted off to my room. 

I turned my shower on and started to sob quietly. Once the bathroom was steamy, I stepped into the hot water and let it soak my body. The heat of the water soothed my aching muscles. I actually tried to fight back today. Somehow my skill set didn’t work out for me. Hence the black eye. It doesn’t matter if I’m part of the Avengers. Jason always seems to figure out my moves. 

Once I was out and in my pajamas, I laid down on my bed, a book in my hand. I thought I’d try to do something to occupy my mind. But I felt empty inside. Like I was just a shell of myself. A ghost. Jason had taken away all substance.

 There was a light knock on my door. I didn’t respond, and just decided to let whoever it was just walk in. 

The door creaked open and shut. I turned my head to find Peter walking towards my bed with an ice pack in hand. I looked away. He sat down on the side of my bed, facing me. 

“Sit up,” he said gently. I didn’t want to argue, so I did as I was told. I crossed my legs and once I was situated, Peter placed the ice pack gently on my eye. “I really do not want this to become a habit.” 

“What?” 

“Me tending to your cuts and bruises. You need to get out there, (y/n).” 

“I can’t, Peter. I just…  I can’t okay.” I said, holding the ice pack myself now.

“Why?” I ignored his question, but he pressed on. “Why, (y/n)? Because you love him?” I shook my head. “Because you depend on him?” I shook my head again. “Because you think you don’t deserve better?” I didn’t say anything. Peter took the ice pack from me. “(y/n)…” I looked away. He was spot on. “Hey, look at me.” He tilted my head towards him again. “You deserve way more than he can ever give you. You are worth more than he can ever treat you. I know you may feel like you don’t have anyone, but you do. You have us. This entire team. You have me.” He said softly. 

I looked at Peter’s face, his brown eyes -that I adore- staring at me with concern. He was the one I loved. I knew that something would develop the moment Tony signed him on to the Avengers. When I was with him, I felt whole again. That void inside me vanished. But the reason I never broke up with Jason was because I was afraid of what he would do. Jason never liked it when he didn’t get his way. 

“I’m scared Peter,” I said, my voice cracking. 

“I know you are, sweetheart.” There it was. That nickname that only he ever called me. Jason never called me anything cute like that. “But we are going to get you out of there. I promise.” I just nodded lightly. I was exhausted and I think Peter could tell. “You tried to fight back, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. Despite being on this team, I can’t seem to win,” I sighed. 

He set the ice pack down on the table next to my bed. “Scoot over,” he said. 

I did as told and he laid down next to me. He pulled my body into his and I rested my head gently on his chest, careful not to put too much pressure on my eye. 

This happened more often than I’d like to admit. I was never one to cheat, but to be honest, being with Jason has felt more like a dictatorship than a relationship. And in that moment, I couldn’t care less about the morals of being in a relationship because I needed comfort, and that is exactly what Peter was giving me. 

No other words were said. We just laid there, listening to the soft sounds of each other’s breathing. I took in a deep breath, taking in his scent in the process. Eventually, I was able to fall asleep. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

The next morning I was silent. I had woken up with Peter next to me. He was still asleep when I woke, but I didn’t have the heart to disturb him from his slumber so I just let him sleep as I wandered the complex aimlessly. 

I wasn’t hungry, and I knew that someone would try and make me eat. But until then, I was enjoying the solitude of the weapons room. It was nice and quiet until I heard the door open. I wasn’t going to try and hide or anything. I assumed it was Tony and he wouldn’t ask very many questions. But, apparently, I assumed wrong. Peter appeared around the corner. It looked like he let out a sigh of relief when he saw me. I rolled my eyes. I shouldn’t be complaining though. He was worried about me. That was all I ever wanted was for someone to care. 

Peter sat down next to me. 

“How did you find me,” I asked. 

“Well,” he started. I looked over at him. He had changed out of his previous clothes and was wearing a red Star Wars shirt and a pair of blue denim jeans. “When I realized that you weren’t on the floor, I thought I’d find you here.” 

“Why?” 

“You got really drunk one time and told me that you sometimes come down here to think because it was the only quiet place in the entire complex.” I stared at him, but not because of what he said. “What?” 

I giggled. “Your clothes. Red shirt, blue pants. You might as well be wearing your suit.” 

“Oh, you’re so funny,” he mocked. I smiled. He looked me in the eyes and rested his hand on mine. “There’s that smile,” he cooed and pinched my cheel gently. “Are you okay?” 

My smile dropped. “Not even in the slightest,” I said, my voice level. I looked away and stared in front of me. That nothingness inside me seemed to fill itself. But it was still there nonetheless.  I felt Peter squeeze my hand. He pulled me close to his body, hugging me. I smelled his familiar smell again. Immediately I felt comforted. 

He pulled away and said, “Let’s get back up stairs. I think Steve wants to talk to you.” 

“Fantastic,” I said and stood up. 

We made our way back to the common room, Peter holding my hand the entire way. Steve started the minute I walked in. 

He walked up to me and pulled me into a bear hug. He kissed the top of my head and said softly, “I thought you had left.” 

“I did leave,” I said, my face squished against his muscular chest. 

He pulled away. “You know what I mean.” He looked down at me. “I want you to get your things from his place today. I’ll come with you.” 

“Same here,” Bucky said. 

“I can’t do that…” I said. I felt my breath hitch. “I just can’t. What if he comes home.” 

“Then we will be with you when he does,” Steve said. 

I sighed. “Fine.” 

“Then I’m going too,” Peter said. 

“No way.” Steve said. “You have an identity to protect. We don’t. If something happens and we have to punch that prick into the ground, you cannot risk revealing yourself.” 

“I’ll stay here so Underoos doesn’t try to escape,” Same said. 

Peter sat down on the couch in defeat. I walked over to my room to grab my purse. When I walked back out, I approached Peter, bent over and gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving with Steve and Bucky. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

I was almost finished gathering my things. I had maybe three boxes full. There were some clothes, some books I had left here for when I’m alone, my iHome music player, and a bunch of other random junk that I probably didn’t really need. 

My anxiety had never really left because I was so worried about being caught by Jason. But having Steve and Bucky there made it easier. They were like my big brothers. Overprotective and caring. 

Just as I finished packing up the last box, I heard the door knob jiggle and the door open. My biggest fear was about to happen. 

“(y/n)? What are you doing? Who are these people,” Jason asked as he walked into the room. 

“She’s leaving,” Steve said. “For good. She doesn’t deserve to be treated the way you treat her.” 

“And you two are…” 

“Her brothers,” Bucky said, taking a step closer. 

“Her protectors,” Steve said, taking another step closer. 

“Pretty much anything you don’t want us to be, I can guarantee we are,” Bucky said, standing inches away from Jason. 

“(y/n), are you seriously going to let these guys control what you do?” 

That’s when I snapped. I marched over to him. “Oh, you mean like you have for the past two years? Like how you tell me where to go, what to eat, what to say, and what I can and cannot do? You mean kinda like that? You know, I am so fucking done with you, Jason. You’re nothing but a low life piece of shit. Do you not see the giant bruise on my eye? Or the scars I have from other previous ‘accidents’? You did this to me. You create this entire situation. You’ve treated me like absolute garbage. I have lost a piece of myself every moment I spent with you. And now it is going to take ages to get them all back. These two are finally getting me out of her. And no. I am not letting them control me. Because this was my choice not their’s. It may have been their idea, but it. Was. My. Choice.” 

With that, I decked Jason straight in the face. He fell to the floor, his nose bleeding. I turned back around and picked up the lightest box we had, leaving the two heavier ones for the super soldiers. I walked out of the apartment, and didn’t look back. 

I was proud of myself for finally hitting him back. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

I was finally settled back in at the complex. I didn’t have too much of my stuff at Jason’s but I had enough there that I ended up spending the night there more often than at home. 

I sat quietly on my bed. I was staring up at the ceiling, thinking. I was in love with Peter. And I’m ninety-nine percent sure he was in love with me too. But was it too soon to start something new? To be honest, my relationship with Jason ended the minute he first hit me. And that was three months into the relationship. But he manipulated me into staying. And now here we are, two years later. 

Peter knocked quietly on my door. He entered my room, shutting the door behind him quietly. I noticed he changed his shirt from the reed Star Wars one he had on earlier to a black tee with the Levi’s logo on it.  He sat down next to me on my bed. “I heard you made his nose bleed,” he said. 

“Damn right, I did. He deserved it too. That bastard. I was finally able to catch him off guard,” I muttered. 

“How’s your eye?” 

“Well, I can’t really feel it so… I don’t if that’s good or not. I’m just glad I can’t feel the pain.” 

Peter looked at me with loving eyes. “I’m really glad you got yourself out of there.” 

“I am too,” I said. Peter continued to look at me. Next thing I knew, his lips landed on mine. Slow, passionate, warm, and soft. He tastes like chocolate and peppermint. 

“I’ve been waiting so long to do that,” he said. 

“You could have done it sooner. Would have been more motivation for me to get out of there sooner.” I paused. “When I was with him, he made me feel like I was nothing. I lost a bit of myself every day until I eventually became this ghost that just hovered outside my body, watching myself do these things and be treated that way. With you, all that goes away. 

Peter smiled. “I know. And I’m here now,  you’re here now. He’s done. You’re done. Everything is going to be okay..” I smiled at him. He kissed me again, and this time I smiled into the kiss. “What,” he asked when we pulled apart. 

“You had York peppermint patties again didn’t you?” 

“Why? You like it,” he smirked. 

“I love it,” I smirked back. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you, too, Spidey,” I said and he kissed me once more. 

“Let’s get out of here. We can go see a movie, or get some lunch.” 

“Either of those work for me,” I said. 

I grabbed my bag for the second time that day and Peter and I headed out to do whatever it is an actual couple does. Looks like I’m going to have to learn a bit more about that. But that is okay. Because I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else. 


執着eye2 (Shuuchaku Eye 2)

Canaria Record has announced another volume of Shuuchaku Eye!

Synopsis (Paraphrased):

Someone is watching me…

After waking up from a long sleep, I found that I lost a part of my memory.

Suddenly, a man expressing sheer relief came into my line of sight—my kouhai from the company I work for, 橘千紘 (Tachibana Chihiro?). 

He said it. He said that he and I were lovers, and that we lived together in this room. 

And just as Chihiro had said, I recognized various items that definitely belonged to me. My favorite colors, stuffed toys, vacation photos that showed us together… that’s right, we were dating. 

“You don’t have to hurry to remember, take as much time as you need.”

As my kind and gentle boyfriend watched over me, I fell into another slumber. Waiting for me there was the ominous ambiguity of not knowing whether or not this was a nightmare…

CV: 佐和真中 (Nakazawa Masatomo)

Release Date: June 30th, 2017.

congratulations

summary: yoongi remembers the only woman he had ever loved
pairing: yoongi / ♀ reader
word count:
genre: angst
warnings: implied smut / cheating 

playlist: congratulations / mac miller 

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masterlist


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It’s another one of those nights Yoongi feels like he’s at the bottom when he’s at the top. He’s looking out the big window in his penthouses living room feeling the same self loathing he has become familiar with. The skyline looks beautiful from there, so beautiful that it almost takes away from the ache he feels down to the bones. He never imagined he’d get that type of view, especially not without her presence there. He remembers just three years ago, wishing he’d be able to provide more for her. But she never cared for the materialistic things, just wanted him to live his dream. Yoongi was now doing so, but he had lost the most important person to him along the way.

Yoongi placed his palm on the glass. He watched as the sun rolled down on another day that didn’t seem to have any meaning anymore.

-

Y/n was there before the fancy cars and fancy homes. She’d get up early, go to their small kitchen, cook up breakfast for the both of them, and wake him up. “Yoongi! Get up! Your manager is going to be mad if you’re late!” Her words have been engraved into his mind, and he still smiles when he remembers her giving him a good morning kiss every morning. Yoongi was just starting off as a professional rapper, finally landing a record deal. It took him years of hard work to get where he was, but he was happy that y/n was by his side. There were times where both of them didn’t have enough money to eat anything but eggs, but they were still happy and content.

They were highschool sweethearts. They were polar opposites and he still remembers everyone being shocked when the Min Yoongi nervously asked out y/n after school one day. Yoongi was always cool and collected, but he was practically shaking when he asked y/n if she wanted to go out on a date with him. He thought he was going to throw up when her eyes turned to him and it seemed like she was about to reject him, but she smiled at him. The most genuine smile. That’s what Yoongi loved about y/n. She was the definition of kindness and acceptance. Yoongi knew he had a reputation, being an underground rapper, but she never once judged him. Yoongi took her to a small diner outside their town, wanting to just get away from everyone else. He felt ashamed that he couldn’t afford a fancy meal, but y/n enjoyed every bit of the date. She even held hands with him when they drove back into their town. They ended up graduating together as a couple and Yoongi thought he was going to lose her when she went off to college. They fought often about the distance because Yoongi was still a jealous and insecure teenager.

Don’t you want me to be happy?”  She asked him one time over the phone. There was a pause- Yoongi never hesitated- but he was finally able to tell her that yes, her happiness was all he wanted. When Yoongi was discovered and officially became AgustD things started to get difficult again. He quit his job to focus on his music and hardly got anytime to talk on the phone with y/n. It was getting difficult without her, to the point where he called her crying one day. “I miss you so fucking much.”  Y/n dropped out of school, took a job at an office, and decided to moved in with Yoongi the next day. She did everything to support him and be there for him. She went to all his performances and was there for him when he’d get bad critique. She was there when he’d get praised and they would celebrate with a long night of pure love and wine.

Everyone knew that y/n would do anything for Yoongi. She gave up everything for his happiness. When his career took off and he was performing in bigger arenas was when things became more apparent. She didn’t complain about Yoongi’s busy schedule or how their daily calls were starting to become less and less frequent. All she cared about was the fact that he was finally living his dream and was happy. She’d attend every concert and when he asked her to quit her job so she’d go on the road with him she did so. There wasn’t any choice that she made that she didn’t consider Yoongi in.

A year into his fame things were starting to become different. Y/n noted changes in Yoongi. Got into a different crowd that she didn’t like. The only person she liked in the group was another rapper that was called Rap Monster, but that was it. There was a female rapper in the group, that y/n tried her hardest to respect, that seemed to have a strong distaste for her. When they would go out to the club to celebrate y/n caught her rolling her eyes at her. Yoongi never said anything, but sometimes Rap Monster told her to chill. Y/n assumed that the woman had some sort of feelings for Yoongi. They were linked as a couple in the news sometimes, and she knew that Yoongi’s manager didn’t quite like her, but the eumours got Yoongi more media coverage. Y/n noted that Yoongi spend a lot of time with the woman, even more time than he spend with her. But she never questioned it. She didn’t want to bring problems when she knew Yoongi was nervous about the upcoming award show that Yoongi was nominated for. There was a lot of pressure on Yoongi, she knew. His manager was always on his case about their relationship and not letting it slip that he was on one. Y/n knew that the only reason that his manager didn’t want Yoongi in a relationship with her was because y/n brought nothing to the table to boost his fame. But Yoongi, she had thought, didn’t care. He told her that he’d take her as his date to the award show.

But when the time rolled around Yoongi told her last minute that she wouldn’t be his date. “My manager thinks it’s a good idea that I bring a famous female rapper to get more coverage.” Y/n knew who he meant even though he didn’t state her name. Y/n didn’t say anything, she just put back her dress in the closet and slid into bed. She watched the award show live on her laptop instead. There was an ache that was forming in her chest, but she ignored it. When Yoongi won the award every single one of her worries flew out the window.

She got up from bed, changed, and got their favorite champagne from their stock and headed out. She knew what hotel he was staying at and couldn’t wait to surprise him.

It took her a while to convince the front desk person to let her pass, even had to show her proof that she knew Yoongi. “Who are you?” The person had asked. Y/n hesitated, knowing that she wasn’t allowed to say that they were in a relationship. “We’re childhood friends.” She responded, smiling that genuine smile of hers.

She didn’t bother to knock on the door, noting that there was a “don’t disturb” sign. Yoongi was probably sleeping. She smiled to herself as she opened the door slightly only to stop when she heard voices inside. Her heart stopped, recognizing the voices and noises coming from the room.

I miss you so fucking much. I miss you so fucking much. I miss you so fucking much.” The words that he had said to her all that time ago over the phone, crying like a baby, suddenly filled her thoughts as she stepped into the door, heart racing and tears prickling her eyes.

She stopped when she saw the man she had been with for years doing something she never expected him to be doing.

She must have made a noise, probably let out a whimper or a sob, because Yoongi’s head snapped up and he started at her, jaw dropped and eyes wide.

Congratulations.” Y/n heard herself say, throwing the wine bottle on the floor. She turned on her heels and ran out, ignoring him screaming after her.

Yoongi stared out the window as the once vibrant hues that made up the sky meshed into dark blue. There was complete silence in his home, there was always complete silence now. But he had brought that on upon himself.

He removed his hand from the window and moved to go up to his room where he’d slide into an empty bed and wait for another day to start alone.

Harry Hook x fem!reader || Fixing

request nr.1 with prompts #36. “ You still love her ?” , #40. “ This isn’t the guy/girl I fell in love with. “ , #41. “ You’re hurting me. ” + Harry Hook x Reader

request nr.2 with prompts #36. ” You still love her ?“ #41. ” You’re hurting me" & #28 “ I have nowhere to go.” + Harry Hook x reader ( daughter of princess Tiana) @jugheadismyking

I hope you guys still like this, I decided to combine two similar requests , so I get to finish them sooner ! ❤ Also just so you know from 13 august ( aka my birthday ) I’ll be going in a one week trip around my country and I won’t be online. I try to post some one shots every day ( if I have WiFi! ) but I won’t respond to messages or things like that, also my master list won’t be upgraded until I came back home, thanks for the understanding ! Woah this turned out longer that I planned.

THIS IS NOT EDITED ! So I’m sorry for the grammatical errors !

NOT TAKING REQUESTS AT THE MOMENT

Also this one kind of gave me an idea for a mini series which I might write after I’ll finish the requests ( which are a lot tbh )

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“ You’re sure you don’t want to come with us, (Y/N)? You’ve been going there since your were six,” Tiana looked at her daughter compassionately, knowing that something wasn’t right.

Princess (Y/N) was always the happiest when their family went to the Isle of the lost to help people there; now , the 18 years old princess, refused to go, confusing her mother.

“ I’m fine , mother. I will just skip this time,” (Y/N) smiled

Tiana shook her head, “ You refused to come last year as well, there are no more excuses young lady, ”

“ But mother-”

“ No buts. Now put that pout away, ” Tiana said kissing her daughter’s forehead, “ You will come and stay there for the summer, just like how you always used to,”

(Y/N) groaned , “ I don’t want to stay three whole months there !”

“ (Y/N), the people there need us, until they’ll be accepted into Auradon , they still need us. ”

“ Fine,” she gritted

“ Great! See you on the ship in half an hour, sweetie. ” Tiana smiled, going to pack her own suitcase, leaving (Y/N) alone in her bedroom.

The (h/c) haired girl laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She knew very well why she didn’t want to go there anymore.

It all started on her 16th birthday; she saw her boyfriend kissing another girl, not any girl but also her best friend. That’s why (Y/N) tried to stay away as much as she could from the isle, from them.

(Y/N) walked cheerfully along the docks of the isle, it was her birthday and as a gift, her father let her pick two of her friends from the isle and take them outside the barrier for the day.

Of course, (Y/N) knew the perfect people, her longtime boyfriend, Harry Hook and her best friend, Uma.

“ Harry, I have great news!” she said in a singing voice as she opened the door to Ursula’s chip shop, but she wanted to ate her words as soon as she saw the scene in front of her.

Harry was holding Uma on his lap, her lips against his. (Y/N)’s mouth dropped open, “ What’s going on?” she asked, trying to mask her shaking voice as much as she could.

Harry and Uma both pulled away at the sound of (Y/N)’s voice, “ Love, this isn’t what it looks like,” Harry cried panicked

“ Oh really?” (Y/N) asked sarcastically, “ Then what it is ? Is it normal for my boyfriend and best friend to kiss when I’m not here ? ”

(Y/N) didn’t wait for any of them to respond, she just stormed out of the shop and let her legs carry her away, until a strong hand grabbed her wrist, “ Just let me explain, (Y/N),” Harry’s voice echoed in her ears.

“ Explain what , Harry? That you’ve been kissing Uma while I was working my ass off to get you both of the isle today, since it is my birthday, thing you’ve forgo I assume. ”

She was planning to give them a gift for her birthday? Harry couldn’t believe, he was an idiot to ruin that and also their relationship, “ Look, I only kissed Uma because we were in a middle of an argument and I wanted to make her shut up-” Harry sighed, “ and then it evolved into something else, I’m sorry,”

“ Do you love her as you love me?” (Y/N) asked, her voice trembling, tears falling from her eyes. The pirate didn’t reply, thats when she tried to pull away, “ Let me go, Harry,” she cried, “ You’re hurting me,”

And he let her go.

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(Y/N) whipped her tears away as she closed her eyes, trying to forget the memory. The princess got up from her bed , grabbed some clothes and threw them in a small suitcase, “ Honey, you’re ready?” her mother yelled from the other room, “ Y-yeah,” (Y/N) said closing her bedroom’s door and going to her parents.

“ Did you cry?” Tiana asked worriedly

“ No, I’m fine mom, let’s go,” (Y/N) smiled weakly, going ahead and hopping on their family’s ship.

The trip wasn’t long, (Y/N) was already used to it and in less than two hours they’ve made it to the isle, Tiana called Belle to lift the barrier and they passed through, “ Here we are, didn’t you miss it ?”

(Y/N) glared at her mother, “ Not really, but thanks for forcing me to come, ” she said bitterly

“ (Y/N)- ”

“ I’ll be fine,” she said running to the old garage that it will be her home for the summer, just like how it used to be .

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“ They’re here !” Gil announced happily entering The chip shop

“ What are you talking about ?” Uma asked bored, sometimes she couldn’t understand Gil’s enthusiasm.

“ Queen Tiana and King Naveen with their daughter, isn’t it great?”

Uma dropped the plate she was holding, the daughter of Ursula couldn’t believe that (Y/N) , her former best friend, came back.

A smile appeared on her face but it faded quickly when she remembered the look on (Y/N)’s face when she saw her kiss Harry, “ You’re sure (Y/N)’s here? ” Uma asked

“ Yes, Captain, positive. I saw her. ”

“ Who did you saw?” Harry joined the conversation as he entered the shop, wearing his signature smirk.

“ (Y/N) !” Gil answered enthusiastic

Harry’s smirk dropped ,“ Tell me he’s joking,” he said looking at Uma.

“ Afraid not, ” she sighed, “ You still love her ?”

“ I’m not sure, Uma, ”

The teal haired girl nodded, as her eyes opened wide when she saw who was entering the shop, “ (Y/N),” she said softly, making Both Harry and Gil to turn around and see the princess holding a bag full of groceries.

“ Hi, so…these are for you guys,” she said awkwardly; Tiana made her go there herself and fix things between them and her old friend, “ Good to see you again,” she said showing a slightly fake smile.

“ It’s good to see you again, (Y/N)” Gil smiled, taking the groceries from her hands and handing them to Harry, “ I’ve missed ya,” he said wrapping his muscular arms around her.

Her eyes moved from Uma to Harry then she hugged Gil back, “ I’ve missed you too,” she said , her eyes landing again on Harry.

Slowly she pulled away, turning on her heels, “ I guess I’ll see you around,” she said running away from there, back to the garage where Harry’s eyes couldn’t follow.

“ I still love her,” Harry sighed, “ I knew it, but remember that our priority is to get revenge on Mal and her friends now, for giving us the fake wand, okay?”

Harry nodded slightly as he started to run after the princess he still loved.

“ Be back in a hour, Harry !” Uma yelled after him.

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“ Mom, go away I’m not in the mood,” (Y/N) sobbed as she heard someone entering her room.

“ I ain’t your ma’, love.”

(Y/N) recognized the deep voice and the thick accent, she cursed herself for not locking the door, “ Go away, Harry. ”

“ We need to talk, (Y/N), please, I have to get back to Uma-”

“ Then just to back to her already!” (Y/N) snapped, getting up from her bed, “ This isn’t the guy I fell in love with, ” she screamed, “ You’re just her lap dog now, aren’t you?”

Harry was at a loss of words, he never heard (Y/N) yell at him, or anyone in fact, she was always known for her friendly and calm personality. He ruined that, “ I’m sorry…” he whispered, turning on his heels and ready to go.

And she let him go.

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“ What took you so long , Harry ?”

“ Can’t you just give me a rest, Uma ? I’m your first mate-”

“ And as my first mate you don’t get to complain, do you Harry?”

The pirate glared at her, “ No, but as your friend I do get to complain,” he said

“ What did you just say?”

Harry sighed, “ Uma ye know I’ll always love ye and defend ye, but I can’t just give up on everything for ye. ”

“ So what you chose the princess over me?”

“ I didn’t want to choose, Uma. But I love her and I can’t just let her go, not again. I hope you understand. ”

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“ You sure about this, (Y/N)?”

“ Yes, mom. See you two in three months ! ” the princess waved at her parents as the ship started to sail.

She told them about Harry, about everything that happened and Tiana decided that if (Y/N) couldn’t make things work with her friends, then she has the right to go back home.

So that’s what she was doing - leaving ,hoping to never go back again.

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(Y/N) assured her parent’s friends that she didnt need help with the luggage, so she went alone to grab it from the ship, but what she found there wasn’t her luggage.

Harry was standing in front of her, smiling innocently, he noticed she was ready to scream so he ran towards her and covered her mouth with his hand.

“ I couldn’t let you go this time, love,” he whispered, “ Wanna know why?” he asked even though Harry knew the girl wasn’t able to answer, “ Because I love you and you’re my home, don’t kick me out,” he said with his voice a breaking at the end.

Harry took his hand off her mouth, praying she wouldn’t scream.

“ Why don’t you go back to Uma?” she hissed

“ Because I chose you,” he sighed, “ And if you don’t want me here, I have nowhere to go, so can I stay and try to fix things with ye?”

She didn’t reply, (Y/N) just turned on her heels and left.

“ (Y/N)?” he called out for her

“ You can start the fixing by taking my luggage and come to the castle. ” was all that she said

Everything Fades - Pilot

A Jungkook story inspired by Kimi no Na wa (Your Name)

Summary: 

Once in a while when I wake up, I find myself crying. The dream I must’ve had, I can never quite remember. Yet, the sensation that I’ve lost something important always lingers for a long time…

Her: Just a normal day in my boring, calm li- HOLY SHIT I’M IN JEON JUNGKOOK’S BODY.

Him: Alright, let’s go to prac- WAIT WHY DO I HAVE BOOBS?

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A/N: This is the pilot of a story I’m considering writing. What do you guys think? Should I? 


First chapter - PANIC MODE: ENGAGED

My eyelids flutter as I slowly gain consciousness, mind still foggy and body still numb.

“Hmm,” I utter.

I bring a hand to my mouth. “Huh…” I think. My voice is much hoarser than usual.

“A cold..?” I mumble.

“Get up, JK,” someone says.

“J-JK?” I ask in confusion, trying to focus on my surroundings.

“It’s already 6 am! We have to go to the interview, remember?”

“Interview?” my small voice asks.

A pillow is thrown at my face.

“Get up!”

By the time I’ve lifted myself on my elbows, the person is gone. Nonetheless, that’s not the part that worries me. What worries me is that I have no idea of where I am. There’s a feeling of déjà-vu, but I don’t actually recognize the room before me. Eyebrows furrowed, I look around with emergency.

Am I dreaming? Did I keep kidnapped? What the hell is happening…

For one, I seem to be in a bunk bed. Carefully, I move towards the little ladder and climb down. The space is quite small, and there aren’t any lights on. I let my vision adjust, then take a moment to scan the room. There’s a shelf containing books and CDs, a desk on which are scattered electronics and a few piecces of clothing on the floor.

Well…“ I tell myself. ”If this is a dream, it’s a super realistic one… Wait, is it possible to see in first person in a dream?

I pinch myself. It hurts.

Well shit.

I lick my lips.

Alright… Alright… I’ve been kidnapped.

I swallow, throat tight.

Wait… that doesn’t make sense either! I-I’m just a broke college student! Who would spend any energy to kidnap me? That’s utterly-

“Jungkook-ah! ” a voice calls, interrupting my train of thoughts. “Quit sleeping! Come out already!”

“…Jungkook-ah?” I breathe.

And then it hits me.

“Th-that’s not my voice?!” I say, panic creeping into my words. “Holy shit.”

I literally slap myself in the face.

“THAT’S NOT MY FACE!” I cry out.

“What?” a few distant voices say.

“Uh…” I murmur, growing frantic. “NOTHING!” I shout back.

Motionless, I try to calm my racing heart. There’s noise outside the room, and I can tell there are many people walking around.

I bring a hand to my head, but flinch away when my fingers don’t meet the familiar texture of my relatively long hair.

I need to find a mirror… or a cellphone… or anything..!

With that thought anchored in my mind, I push the door open.

“Finally,” a voice says. “Jin-hyung was starting to get mad.”

I turn to the speaker.

It’s…

It’s Park Jimin.

…Park… Jimin…

PARK FUCKING JIMIN.

what.

He frowns, and my soul has pretty much left my body. “You seem disoriented…” he comments gently. “Did you have a bad dream?”

I laugh nervously, letting my gaze pry away from the magnificent piece of art standing a few feet before me. That’s when I spot Min Yoongi looking down at his cellphone, and, as my brain shuts down, I proceed to collapse to the ground with a great thump.


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Told You I Would Remember

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TITLE: Told You I Would Remember

PAIRING: Dean x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1098

CHARACTERS: Dean, Reader, Sam (mentioned), John (mentioned), Mary (mentioned).

WARNINGS: talk of marriage and the hunter life (if that should be a warning), fluff.

A/N: This takes place at 12x11 (Regarding Dean). As always I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is gladly welcome.


READER´S POV

“You’re doing great, just one more time. Who are you?” I asked Dean.

“Umm… My name is Dean Winchester,” he said carefully, making sure he wasnt making a mistake “Sam is my brother, Mary Winchester is my mom, Cas is my best friend and you… you are my girlfriend.

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That Todd (Damian Wayne Imagine)

Requested: No
Request: No
Summary: Damian’s beloved gets hurt in battle
Word Count: 493
Warning(s): Injury; fluff

When Damian saw you go down, he felt like his whole world stopped.


We had been fighting side by side, protecting each other’s backs, when suddenly my world went black, my body heavily plummeting to the ground. A mixture of adrenalin and shock coursing through his veins, a lethal combination. He fought off the remaining enemies, the urgency of needing to get you to a safe place resting on his shoulders. 

When the last man hit the ground, Damian wasted no time, making the situation known over the intercom to the others whom were currently on patrol. “Don’t worry beloved, I’ll do everything in my power to make you better,” he whispered in to my hair, carrying my unconscious body toward the freshly arrived batmobile.


My head was buzzing, a steady beeping awakening me. I’m completely unable to open my eyes, they feel like they’re superglued shut. A hand is holding mine, a soft whimper reaching my ears, barely audible. I slowly squeeze the hand, weakly, but still felt by the recipient. “Beloved…Beloved, a-are you awake, please wake up y/n,” my sweet boyfriends voice, so broken, so vulnerable, so out of character. He softly kisses my cheek, brushing strands of hair out of my face with his free hand.

I do my best to force my eyes to open, to force my mouth to speak, but I’m too weak. But finally, after only a few minutes of struggle, my eyelids heavily start sliding open, the light in the room causing my face to crinkle, eyes hurting. I recognize the room as one of the rooms in Wayne manor. “D-d- damian.” My voice is wavering. He quickly stood up, helping me to prop myself up just slightly, handing me a glass of water. “Beloved, I was so scared, I thought I lost you, never to feel your love again.” He spoke lowly. My eyes widen, a stray tear falling down Damians angelic face. I weakly lift my hand, wiping the tear away with my thumb, my fingers slightly lingering on his skin.  

How long was I out ?” I ask, guessing it probably was a while. He sighed “Just under two weeks, the whole family was very concerned, even that Todd brought you flowers TT” He said, slightly rolling his eyes, causing a weak giggle to erupt from my lungs. “I’m so sorry Dami, I don’t know what happened, one moment I was fighting, the next I was knocked out cold.” Tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. “Don’t concern yourself with it sweety, all that matters is that you’re here now.” He kisses my lips, the sensation sending sparks through my body. “Also, That Todd doesn’t seem like such a bad guy after all.” A wide smile flowing over my features. “TT, i think that’s the medication talking, I need to talk to Alfred about lessening the dosage.” He says jokingly, a smile as bright as the sun on his tired face.


Hope you like it, I needed more Damian fluff in my life. Requests are open! Maybe i should do some prompts or something, i dont know :P

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21st birthday - a Justin Bieber imagines

“Come on Y/N, it’s your birthday!” My best friend Leah said as she sat down on my bed. “You’re turning 21, that needs to be celebrated with shots and guys” she continued. I turned around under my covers and looked at her.

“I don’t wanna celebrate, I have nothing to celebrate… My whole life has been turned upside down” I told her. I pulled the covers over my head and closed my eyes as I tried to block out Leah’s voice.

“Y/N, it has been months since you guys broke up, you have to get over Matt eventually” Leah mumbled as she pulled the covers off my body.

“But you don’t understand! I thought Matt and I were going to last forever! We were going to get married, we were going to have kids” I cried. Leah pulled me close and brushed my hair out of my face.

“He cheated on you… He doesn’t deserve your tears” she told me, and I knew she was right. He didn’t deserve any of me, he only deserved heartbreak, but unfortunately, I had gotten that, too.

“You know what, you’re right! He doesn’t deserve me!” I told her as I looked up. I dried away my tears and cleared my throat. “Let’s go have fun, let’s party!” I told her, then I got out of bed and ran into my bathroom.

“That’s my best friend” Leah yelled behind me, which made me smile widely. As I showered, Leah came into the bathroom.

“Does this also mean that I finally can introduce you to Justin?” she asked me as she sat down. I rolled my eyes and I washed out the shampoo.

“You’ve been begging for me to meet him the last month, so why not,” I told her. Immediately I heard her squeal loudly, which made me laugh. “You will not regret it! He is such a great guy, and I’m pretty sure you guys are soulmates” she told me. I hummed back in response. I was feeling slightly guilty for finally moving on from Matt, but at the same time, I was finally feeling happy, I was finally feeling free.

“You owe me dinner if I don’t like him,” I told her as I turned off the shower. “Deal,” she said back. Leah handed me my towel over the door, then she left the bathroom. I wrapped the towel around my body, then I got out and looked at myself in the mirror, but before I could even recognize myself, Leah was back in the room. This time she had brought a chair and a whole bunch of makeup. “I’m gonna turn you into the sexiest, most beautiful girl in the whole club, oh and I left you your present on the bed, I hope you like it” she squealed, then she worked her magic.

2 hours and a bunch of shots later we finally hit the club. We were supposed to meet up with a whole bunch of our friends, and some new guy friends of Leah’s. I was slowly getting more and more drunk, but I was having the time of my life. I wasn’t thinking about Matt or all my other problems, I was just enjoying myself, and my friends.

I was currently dancing to “Shed a Light” by David Guetta when Leah came over to me. “Come with me, there’s someone I would like you to meet,” she told me, then she winked. I waved goodbye to the guys I had been dancing with, then I followed Leah back to our table.

“Y/N, this is Justin, Justin this is my best friend Y/N,” Leah said. I turned to look at this Justin, and immediately time stood still. Justin and I locked eyes, and immediately I bit down on my lip. Justin did the same thing, but he was quicker than me to get our of our current trance. “Nice to meet you beautiful,” he said, then he grabbed my hand and pressed a kiss onto it. “And happy 21st birthday” he continued. “Thank you very much,” I told him as I giggled. I heard Leah laugh, which made me turn to look at her.

“What’s so funny?” I asked her, which made her smirk. “Oh nothing, you two just go have fun,” she said, then she left me alone with Justin.

“So Justin, how old are you?” I asked him as we made our way up to the bar.

“I’m 22, but I’m turning 23 in a month exactly,” he told me, which made me bite down on my lip. “But enough about me, care to join me on the dancefloor beautiful?” he asked me. I nodded my head and smiled at him, then I downed my newly bought shot and intertwined my fingers with Justin’s. Justin pulled me onto the dancefloor, where he immediately went behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I smirked as “One Dance” came on. I leaned my head on Justin’s shoulder as my hips moved to the beat of the song.

“Grips on your waist, front way, back way, you know that I don’t play. Streets not safe, but I never run away, even when I’m away” Justin sexily sang to me. I lightly gasped and turned around to look at him.

“And he sings, too,” I told him as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Justin chuckled as he nodded his head. “He sure does,” he told me, then he pulled me closer, and our bodies moved to the beat of the music.

It felt like we had been dancing for hours when Justin finally asked me if I wanted to go back to our table.

As we had made it back to our table, Justin sat down first, then he sat me down on his lap. “Hey birthday girl,” my closest girlfriends said as they joined us. “Enjoying your birthday?” one of them asked me as she looked at me and Justin. I smirked and nodded my head, then I grabbed a shot and drowned it.

“Y/N, is that you?” someone suddenly asked from behind me. I turned around in Justin’s arms so that I know was sitting with my legs on each side of him and my arms around his neck.

“Matt?” I gasped. Immediately all my happiness was gone, but I wouldn’t let him see that. “What are you doing here?” I asked him as I pressed myself closer to Justin. “Well your friends invited me to your birthday party when we were still together,” he said as he scratched his neck. When Justin heard those words, he got tense, but it didn’t last long because a few seconds later he was placing kisses on my neck. I giggled as he hit my sweet spot. “Justin will you please stop, I’m trying to have a conversation with my ex here,” I told him, then I looked back up at Matt. Justin kept going and ignored my request, which made me roll my eyes.

“I see you’ve moved on,” Matt said as he looked down. “And what if I have? You were the one who cheated, so I’m allowed to move on” I harshly told him. “You’re right, I shouldn’t be judging you,” Matt told me, when he turned around and left, which made me smile a little.

“I’m finally moving on from that bastard,” I told Leah as I turned around to sit on Justin’s lap again. “I’m so happy, you didn’t deserve to feel that way,” Leah said. She lightly hugged me, then she whispered something to Justin, which made him smirk and nod his head. I furrowed my eyebrows at the two of them, but Leath just smirked back at me. “See you tomorrow birthday girl,” she said, then she left. “Okay, what was that about?” I asked Justin, Justin just shrugged his shoulders and intertwined our fingers. “How do you feel about leaving so that I can give you your best birthday present, from me?” he said with a lip bite. I nodded my head, then I stood up and grabbed his hand. Our friends squealed after us as they saw us leave together, which made me smile widely. I winked at them, then I turned back to Justin, where I wrapped an arm around his waist.

When we made it outside a car was already waiting for us. Apparently, Leah had called the company and got us a car.

“So, my place or your place?” Justin asked as we got into the car.

“Yours,” I told him, then I moved closer to him and started to place kisses up and down his neck. Justin told the driver his address, then he grabbed my face and pulled it away from my neck. He pulled me closer, and finally, he placed his lips on mine in a magical kiss.

When we finally reached Justin’s place, we couldn’t get inside fast enough, and Justin kept his promise, he really did give me the best birthday present I could’ve ever asked for.

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