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Road Trip - Ch. 9

SURPRISE, BITCH. Bet you thought you’d see the last of me c;

Sorry for the long wait, I wanted this chapter to be perfect! Plus, I thought you all could use a small pick-me-up after the new episode that aired today. *still sobbing uncontrollably* BUT ANYWAY, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE’S CHAPTER 9!

Missed last chapter?: http://ninjacupcake-x.tumblr.com/post/153793117038/road-trip-ch-8
Chapter 1: http://ninjacupcake-x.tumblr.com/post/127577542628/road-trip

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You’re aren’t the first thing I think about in the morning or the last thing before I go to bed at night.
But you’re definitely someone intruding my thoughts everyday.
It’s not constant, it’s just regular; it’s irritating.
I don’t feel the pain anymore, I just remember it and that’s somehow worse
—  creatingnikki 

isn’t it amazing how one day everything will be okay and you can go pick flowers without a thought in mind or roll over to the other side of the bed and the love of your life will be there drooling on the t-shirt you gave them to bed last night because they couldn’t find their pj’s and you’ll pour yourself a nice big cup of coffee, take a deep breathe and just close your eyes and think “wow, i made it”

DeanCas coda to 12.04 “American Nightmare”

“So, you’ll never guess what happened to me today.”


They do this now; sit on separate beds, miles away from one another, and talk. It’s uncomfortable—Dean’s face is always hot where it’s pressed against his phone, and Cas’s voice is a ghost of itself over the tinny line, but they make do. This isn’t the first time they’ve been apart and it won’t be the last. A little time apart is healthy, right?

That’s hard to remember when, ridiculously, all Dean wants is to have someone hold him.

“The wiccan I thought was a witch—Beth, you remember me talking about her? She gave me her number.”


“Uh, Cas? You there?”

“I’m here.” Dean frowns at the far-away sounding response, listening intently to the rustle of fabric as Cas settles and re-settles on whatever starched motel bed he’s found himself for the night. The angel still doesn’t need sleep, but apparently, having his own space is the only way he’s managing to stay sane on his weird little roadtrip thing with Crowley (which Dean is totally not bitter about, by the way). “Um…” Cas clear his throat. “What will you do with it?”

A frown. “Like, what’ll I do with the number? Nothing. Why,” he asks, cautious. “Do you… think I should call her?”

They haven’t had time to talk about it. Between Amara and Chuck and Mom and Lucifer, Dean’s barely had a second to wipe his ass, let alone have a Grown Up Conversation about where exactly he and Cas stand. They touch a lot, and they kiss a lot, and sometimes they fuck, but they’ve never actually said the words dating or relationship. Not that Dean’s necessarily complaining; that shit’s always ended in tears, but… he kind of thought he and Cas were on the same page for this.

“…If you want to call her,” Castiel finally says. “You should.”

Dean grits his teeth. “Wow, Cas, way to make a guy feel special.”

The freaking angel has the gall to sigh on the other end. “What are you talking about.

“What’m I—” the hunter cuts himself off, shaking his head as his hands turn to fists. “I thought we were both knew what we were getting ourselves into, here, but I guess not. I guess I didn’t get the goddamn memo.”

Excuse me? You’re the one who told me about a woman giving you her phone number!”

“Yeah, Cas!” Dean exclaims. “I told you about my day. I shared something with you because I thought it was something we could laugh about—haha isn’t this so hilarious because I’m 100% committed to you. But here you are fucking telling me to call her so I guess I really missed the mark on that one.”


“No. You’re always wanting me to talk? Fine. This case was so fucked Sam and I had to down six fingers just to stop fucking shaking. I was so friggin’ stubborn a social worker thought I was flirting when I went to her office to kill her, and I was so fucked up over the mom thing, I almost fucking lost Sam. A kid fucking died because I wasn’t there. Hell, the only light at the end of the tunnel was one kid got away safe, and Mom texted me back, but even though I get why she left she’s still gone. You’re still gone. And I know, okay; I’m an asshole who doesn’t treat you half as good as I should, but jesus I thought we both knew what we were doing, here.”

Dean,” Cas says weakly.

Dean stubbornly wipes a hand down his face, taking the moisture on his cheeks with it. “Fuck, I just… I fuckin’ miss you, man. But if this ain’t gonna work out, you tell me, here and now, because I don’t think I can—” his breath hitches and he swallows the rest of his sentence, biting his lip in an attempt to keep it together. How the hell did this happen?

Dean, I’m not—I don’t—” Cas’s breath rattles through the speaker, and Dean’s chest turns cold. “…I’m sorry about your case,” the angel finally says. “I’m sorry about your mother. I’m sorry I misunderstood, but I.” He pauses, collecting himself. When he speaks next, his voice is a low croak. “I don’t want to overstep. I don’t want—”

To get kicked out again, Dean’s mind finishes. He feels his heart sink.

“Listen to me,” he says—firm, brooking no argument. “You can’t overstep. Cas, I-I want you here, for every beginning, middle and end of every day. I wanna fuckin’ make you breakfast in the morning and go to sleep with you at night, and I want people to stop giving me their numbers ’cause I can’t help holding your hand while we’re on cases. I just…”

Me too,” the angel murmurs, suddenly all sweet and shy.

Dean bites his lip, ducking his head in a nod while his ears flare red. “Um,” he mumbles. His heart is gonna crack his ribs for how hard it’s pounding. He licks his lips. “So, uh, find that SOB so you can come home, huh?”

Cas is smiling so bright, Dean can practically hear him over the phone. “I will,” he says.

“Great. Cool. I, ah. I love you.”

I love you, too, Dean.”

every pride & prejudice adaptation must contain:
  • at least one scene with jane and lizzy in their bedroom doing each other’s hair
  • “barely tolerable”
  • at least three mentions of darcy’s undying attraction to lizzy’s eyes
  • lizzy walking everywhere??? this girl??
  • lizzy showing up at netherfield, still breathing heavily from her walk there, and darcy being flustered™
  • “are you so severe on your own sex?”
  • jane with a fever in bed. bonus points if bingley is awkward about it.
  • “a mrs. bennet, a miss bennet, a miss bennet, and a miss bennet.”
  • an unnecessarily dramatic scene where lizzy and fam are boarding the carriage to leave netherfield
  • mr. collins making a comment about the food
  • mr. collins going on and on about fordyce’s sermons
  • mr. wickham played by a tall actor with brown hair preferably with a dubious look in his eyes at all times.
  • mrs. bennet being the definition of Extra. bonus points if she complains about her nerves at least six times throughout the film.
  • mr. wickham pretending to be so hurt by darcy like *oh my poor heart i can’t even look at him oh lizzy help me*
  • “it is my intention to remain close to you throughout the evening”
  • lizzy being incredibly surprised at herself for saying yes when mr. darcy asks her to dance
  • lizzy’s desperate *please don’t leave me alone with mr. collins* look when he asks to speak with her so he can propose
  • “your mother will never see you again if you do not marry mr. collins, and i will never see you again if you do”
  • darcy taking a swim in a white shirt. this is essential. i cannot stress this enough.
  • “you give your opinion very decidedly for your age”
  • heartbreaking music over a devastating montage of lizzy reading darcy’s letter
  • at least one mention of how small the longbourn estate and/or garden truly is (by lady catherine)
  • “i will make no such promise”
  • lizzy seeing pemberley for the first time and thinking “shit i fucked up”
  • everybody thinking that mr. wickham would kill mr. bennet in a duel for lydia’s honor before a mysterious figure (darcy) takes care of everything
  • everybody crying when bingley proposes to jane
  • “my affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever”
  • “we gather here today to join this man and this woman, and this man and this woman…”
Again, I would climb into bed with my soul aching, honestly and truly believing I couldn’t battle my mind and heart through the night. Begging anyone that would listen to tell me how to make it all stop.. that my beaten and bruised brain could not face another morning. Ignorance is bliss though, I was always told it was a phase.. to sleep it off, and I would. Every night for years I held on to that last tear drop of hope I wouldn’t always feel like this . But every sun rise I would wake and see the world had just kept spinning as without me. I don’t know when I got left behind, I’ve started I believe maybe I was never really spinning with the rest at all.
I tell you, the amount of my life I lost succumbing to the misery so deeply rooted in my bones. I can remember nothing for years but putting one foot in front of the other, getting lost in the maps of my mind, not even recognising my own reflection.
God.. how often I tried to fix myself. How often I screamed at the sky, begging hulk to give me all my missing pieces. What’s broken will forever have cracks, though.. and I guess I was never whole to start with.
—  Courtney S.L
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Originally posted by mayfifolle

Request from an awesome anon: “I loved your most recent mark smut! can I request a Mark smut with dom!mark with dry humping but then he can’t take it anymore and yeah”

Hope you enjoy love, I made it a little fluffy too :)

Warnings: Adult Content

“Alright you guys, I’m going to bed. Goodnight” Youngjae said, getting up from the couch.

You and Mark smiled at him.

“Goodnight, Sunshine,” you said as he made his way to his room.

One by one the guys dropped like flies during your movie night. They had practice earlier that day and were so exhausted. Youngjae was the last of them.

Now it was just you and Mark, alone.

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Anonymous: I just want some angsty lams and some John brushing Alex’s hair comfortingly pretty please? I don’t care what kind of angst at all, but I really want hair brushing and you write lams so well. Please and thank you! You are awesome! Love ya! ❤ 

You got it, bby! ;) I hope you and the rest of the kiddos enjoy this fic! Thank you to my wonderful friend Binna @ciceroniantrash for angsting with me as I wrote this! (Also, pssst @chickensauras! This is the fic I’d started last night! ^.^) <333

“Alexaaaander?” John singsonged as he walked into their dorm room. He looked over at Alex’s bed and smiled at the lump huddled up under the covers.

John walked over to Alex and gently tapped him where he thought his shoulder was. “Hey, babe, I’m back. Wanna get sushi?”

The lump did not move. John tapped Alex again. Still no response.

“Alex?” he said slowly, as if not wanting to startle his boyfriend.


“I’m pulling the blanket back now,” John said. He took the cover in his hands and cautiously pulled it back.

Alex was curled up in a tiny ball under it, eyes open, staring at the wall, though John could tell Alex couldn’t really see anything.

“Oh, babe,” John said softly.

As he studied his boyfriend more and more, he realized that Alex was in a fresh shirt, but still had his pajama bottoms on, likely meaning he’d tried to get dressed and go to class before crawling back in bed. John’s heart sunk at the thought. Alex’s class started at 9:30. It was past 12:30 now. He absolutely hated the thought of his boyfriend being alone and in pain for that long.

He climbed up onto the bed with Alex and moved the boy’s head into his lap. He ran his fingers through Alexander’s dark locks, hoping the gentle touch would slowly bring him back from wherever he’d gone.

Alexander slowly tilted his head up toward John and blinked his eyes a few times. John smiled down at him, trying his best to hide the worry he knew was written all across his freckled face.

“Hey,” John said softly. “You okay?”

Alex stared at him for a moment longer before shaking his head no. John felt his heart leap into his throat.

Alex is never this forward. He tried to see the positive side, that at least Alex was being honest with him, but he had a feeling it was more like Alex is tired of hiding how he really feels from him.

“That’s okay,” John said soothingly. “That’s completely fine. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Alex stared up at him, expression unchanging, as if the words were taking longer than usual to make sense to him. John recalled Alex explaining how it felt sometimes, a few months ago, around three am during finals week, when he’d been awake for two days straight and drank more coffee than should be legal.

“It’s like… like a huge cloud,” he’d said, spreading his arms as far as they’d go. “And, and it just descends upon me and stuffs itself into my head, which I know is big, but it’s not that big.” He winked at John. “And it makes it hard to think, because imagine having a cloud in your head, John. Imagine.”

“Um, yeah…” John had said, not wanting to reveal how uncertain, how confused, he was in the moment.

“I can use another metaphor. I can make literally a million, probably.”

“That’s okay, babe, the cloud is good,” John assured him. “So it’s hard to think?”

“Oh, yeah, hella. Thankfully it doesn’t get too extreme very often, but when it does…” Alex raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend.

“What happens?” John asked, almost not wanting to hear the answer, but knowing he needed to because what if if happened again and Alex needed him.

“When it gets really bad, which has happened…” Alex paused and looked up at the ceiling as if it held the answer he was searching for. “It’s happened twice. Once when my mother died, but I guess I had to snap out of it pretty quick because I got put into the system and all that.”

John wanted to tell Alex that depression wasn’t something he could just snap out of, but he also didn’t want to interrupt Alexander. He filed it away to bring up later, maybe after Alex got some sleep and drank a normal (for him) amount of coffee.

“And the second time was during our senior year of high school.”

John felt his heart drop. Senior year. They’d been best friends for two years by that point. Why hadn’t he known?

“It was… remember when I was out sick for a week? With the flu?”

John thought for a moment, then recalled Lafayette lugging home Alex’s books and assignments, asking John and Herc and Eliza for homework from classes they had with Alex.

“Yeah,” John said slowly, not sure he liked the direction this was going in.

“Well, it, uh, wasn’t the flu.”

John felt like someone had slapped him. He’d failed at being there for Alex. He’d completely and utterly failed.

Alex must have been able to sense how John was feeling because he quickly tried to reassure him. “John, babe, oh my god. Please don’t feel bad? Even Laf didn’t fully know what was going on. I wouldn’t let him near me for very long, and with all the tissues strewn across the bed, well, he thought it was the flu, too, until a few weeks later I told him.”

“I… I just feel horrible that I didn’t notice.”

“But I hid it. On purpose,” Alex stressed. “I was, well, kinda ashamed? I don’t know, I just didn’t want you to think that I was weak or weird.”

“I would never,” John said quickly.

“I know, but I was… it was an irrational fear,” Alex said. “And obviously I got over it.”

John had to smile at that. Yes, John thought. Clearly he has.

But now John was sitting with Alex on his dorm bed, trying to keep himself from panicking because his boyfriend is not okay, very not okay, and he doesn’t know what to do.

He tried to recall what Alex said about the cloud, about what helped, but it’d been like he himself didn’t really know what would be helpful, since it had happened so few times.

Think, think, John commanded himself. What helps Alex normally?

John quickly went through the list of things that typically comforted his boyfriend when he was depressed. There was peppermint tea, funny YouTube videos, and fuzzy blankets. Seeing as Alex was pretty unresponsive at the moment, John doubted that he could get him to drink tea, and felt that Alex wouldn’t be able to watch a video, but the blankets were doable.

“Babe, I’ll be right back,” he said, hoping Alex heard him. He gently shifted his boyfriend off of his lap and walked across the small room to his bed, where there were two folded blankets, then he opened up Alex’s closet, where they kept an especially fuzzy blanket that Martha had sent to him earlier that year when he had a bad cold.

John tossed the blankets on the bed and then grabbed his two pillows and stuffed turtle and threw them into the pile. He set about making a cozy, comfy nest of pillows, shifting Alex into the center with blankets draped around him.

John was about to climb onto the bed when he noticed Alex’s hair brush was near the foot of his bed, teetering, about to tumble to the floor. He must have meant to brush his hair, John thought.

Hair! John thought excitedly. He loves to have his hair played with.

He grabbed the brush and climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself behind Alex, who had kind of slumped over in John’s absence.

“Hey, babe,” John said softly as he sat his boyfriend back up, the unseeing look still in his eyes.

The cloud descends upon me. Alex’s voice echoed in John’s mind.

“I’m gonna brush your hair now. Does that sound good?” He didn’t expect Alex to reply, so when he didn’t, he wasn’t shocked.

He simply took Alex’s curls, which he hadn’t even bothered to put into his signature ponytail, and first ran a gentle hand through them. Then he began to brush his boyfriend’s hair, starting at the bottom, recalling his sister, Mary Eleanor, instructing him to do so when he’d used to help her brush her hair before school.

He paid each section of Alex’s hair special attention, humming a French song he knew Alex loved as he did so. Slowly, he felt Alex sitting up more on his own. He felt his head resist the tug of the brush when John accidentally hit a snarl.

John tried not to get too excited or too hopeful, but he couldn’t help the miniscule smile that found its way onto his face.

He simply kept brushing Alex’s hair, the only sounds in the room his humming and the brush smoothing out Alex’s black locks.

When he finished, Alex’s hair was a bit frizzy, but incredibly soft. John recalled Alex telling him once that he loved to have his hair braided, especially in two braids. He may have been slightly drunk at the time, but John knew Alex just opened up more when he was drunk; he never lied.

John pulled his own hair out of the bun he’d haphazardly thrown it into that morning before class and grabbed his boyfriend’s wrist, where he knew another hair tie would be waiting. He gently pulled it off, then braided Alex’s hair.

When he was done, he ran his hand over both of Alex’s braids. “So pretty,” John whispered.

He wrapped his arms around Alex from behind, pulling him close. He nearly gasped when Alex’s hands reached up and wiggled their way into his own.

“Thank you,” Alex hoarsely whispered.

“Anything for you,” John said, trying his best not to let the tears of relief that had gathered in his eyes fall.

Alex settled back against him, his head on John’s shoulders. He shut his eyes, and John tugged the blankets up over them more, then leaned back into the nest of pillows.

He kissed Alex on the crown of his head. “Anything for you,” he whispered. “Anything.”

She thinks of you all the time. First thing in the morning, last before bed. She thinks of you when eating, when talking, when breathing also. She thinks of you when a boy looks at her. She thinks of you when she walks alone. She thinks of you when she feels happy, but also when she feels sad, and even when she feels nothing at all. She thinks.. She thinks a lot. And sadly only she thinks..
—  Another heart-broken girl
Confession from a follower

Here’s a story. I sent my step dad nudes on COMPLETE accident. I thought I was sending them to this guy up in springs. My step dad came home early from work and came in my room. Normally I just walk around in my panties and a big hoodie. He slammed my door shut, his cock hard as hell, he came to me and said “daddy knows you’ve been naughty” and dragged me off my bed and bent me over his knee spanking me. I enjoyed it and my pussy got wet. He fucked me so hard, at dinner last night he sat next to me, I couldn’t help but rub his cock under the table

whatever you do, don’t imagine Maui planning his “If I Were the Ocean” speech all day

whatever you do, don’t imagine him carefully digging through his thoughts to find the perfect way to tell Moana how proud he is of her

whatever you do, don’t picture Maui looking at Moana and smiling as he’s working through figuring out when the perfect time to tell her would be

don’t picture him imagining how she’s going to react

don’t picture him looking at her and realizing how much she really means to him

don’t picture him realizing arriving at Te Fiti would be the perfect time to tell her

don’t picture him seeing Te Fiti on that horizon and just smiling because he finally gets to tell her how he feels 

don’t do it

BEYOND THE PALE | Prof!Seb x Reader - Part 2

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A/N: I hope you enjoy this part! Big things are coming in part 3, which I will hopefully publish in the next few days. Prepare yourselves 😏

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You woke up and realized you were still wearing his jacket. You didn’t have that much to drink but your head was a little fuzzy. Partly because you hadn’t been out drinking in a while and partly because you were still wrapped up in last night’s events. You would have thought it was all a dream if you weren’t currently snuggled into his jacket.

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prompt? : "you need to stop"

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“You need to stop.”

Iwaizumi looked up from his homework and at Oikawa who was laying on his bed. “What?”

“You need to stop,” Oikawa repeated. “Take a break for a while, do whatever, just stop working.”

“Are you trying to talk to me about overworking?” Iwaizumi laughed, “Because you’re not the prime example yourself.”

“You’re stressed and you’re not gonna get anything done if you’re stressed about it,” Oikawa went on. He gestured to the small pile of torn up pieces of paper next to Iwaizumi. “You rip paper when you’re stressed. The smaller the pieces, the more stressed you are.”

Iwaizumi looked at the pile next to him. He hadn’t really consciously been tearing the corners off of his papers, but there was definitely enough to be called a pile next to him. He swiped the papers off his desk into the trash. “There, now I’m not stressed by your standards. I need to work.”

“Iwa-chan, no,” Oikawa whined. “That’s not how it works.”

“I’m gonna ignore you now. I have work to do, and you do too.”

Oikawa sighed and rolled over onto his stomach. “Ten minute break? And I won’t bother you after.”

Iwaizumi’s only response was to write something down on his paper. Oikawa got up and stood behind Iwaizumi. He wrapped his arms around him and set his chin on his head. “Five minutes?”

Iwaizumi ignored him and kept working. Oikawa tightened his arms so that Iwaizumi couldn’t move his own.


“Just five minutes, then you can come back,” Oikawa murmured.

“That’s it?” Iwaizumi asked skeptically.


“And you’ll let me come back to my work after,” Iwaizumi clarified.

“Absolutely,” Oikawa couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice, knowing he had won. “I won’t even bother you. Promise.”

Iwaizumi sighed and put his pencil down. “I guess five minutes wouldn’t hurt.”

Oikawa practically dragged him out of his chair and over to the bed. “Just lay down and relax. I’m gonna give you a quick massage because slouching like that for so long has to be uncomfortable.”

“Just tell me when five minutes is up,” Iwaizumi muttered, practically collapsing onto the bed. Oikawa smiled softly while he agreed. He started rubbing Iwaizumi’s shoulders, smiling even more when he could see Iwaizumi relax before him.

True to his word, five minutes later, Oikawa nudged Iwaizumi’s shoulder. “Iwa-chan, it’s been five minutes,” he called quietly. Iwaizumi rolled over to face him, eyes still closed. He wrapped his arms around Oikawa and buried his face in his chest.

Oikawa could just barely hear the words, “No it hasn’t,” muffled into his shirt.

“Iwa-chan, we said five minutes,” Oikawa said.

“I’ll let you know when it’s actually been five minutes,” Iwaizumi grumbled. He gripped on tighter and Oikawa smiled. He brought up a hand and started running his fingers through Iwaizumi’s hair. It took even less than five minutes for Oikawa to hear Iwaizumi’s breathing even out as he fell asleep.

William Nylander - Part 3

Tumblr won’t let me add a picture and I’m kinda pissed…. JK fixed it 

I wake in the morning feeling like train wreck. When I stumble into the bathroom I’m surprised to see that I can see out of both of my eyes, though one is completely black and purple. The swelling has seemed to go down quite a bit from when I went to bed and I breathe a sigh of relief. Not that I have anyone to look good for, but I don’t exactly want to be scared to look in the mirror every day.

               Letting the hot water from my shower wash off the remaining dried blood and I’ll admit, a few tears from last night. Nathan had been all over me like a mother hen, insisting that he stay the night in case something happened and when I in turn asked him what he thought could possibly happen he couldn’t think of a scenario. So Rian has shooed both him and Jake off before they could even walk inside the front door. She had been able to convince me to stay at my parent’s house with her, saying that she wanted to keep an eye on me but I really knew it was because she didn’t like staying in the house on her own. Our parents weren’t due to come home from their anniversary cruise until next week Monday and it was only Wednesday.

               I dress myself, careful when I pull my shirt on to not rip my stitches and make my way downstairs. Rian is already up and about to go out the door to head to school.

               “I was going to wake you, but thought better,” she says and eyes my face. “Balance the black on your other eye and you could make a good living as a hooker.” She smirks at me.

               I throw her a filthy look. “Don’t you have to be somewhere?” I huff back at her, making my way into the kitchen.

               “Yes, actually. But I wanted to see your face when I tell you this,” she says following after me and I frown at her.

               “Tell me what?” I ask slowly.

               “That you’re an internet meme now,” she looks overly happy and I tense.

               “What?” I ask, my voice much louder than I intended.

               “Someone at the game took a picture of the jumbrotron and you giving a thumbs up with a mangled face. Now people are posting those pictures with the clinche caption of how tough hockey fans are and all that,” she rolls her eyes and I relax.

               “Oh, then that’s not so bad,” I say and dig through the cupboards for something to eat.

               “You also might want to check your phone,” Rian adds, a devilish grin on her face when I turn to look at her. “See you later,” she says and skips out the door.

               I stare after her a moment and then make a mad dash to my coat hanging in the hallway where my phone is still resting. Swiping the screen on my stomach drops, there’s over five hundred notifications from all my social media apps and text messages.

               “How can people possibly know who I am? I got hit in the face with a puck!” I yell out loud into the empty house. Groaning, I start going through the follow requests and mentions, getting annoyed after thirty seconds and just changing my settings to that anyone can follow me instead. That takes away over three hundred of the notifications.

               Scrolling through the messages I ignore most of them from people I haven’t talked to in months. Both Jake and Nathan texted me this morning asking how I feel and I respond to them and them only. None of my friends that don’t watch hockey haven’t said a single thing to me so I know that it’s not as big a deal as Rian made it sound like.

               I mute my phone and get set on my bowl of cereal and think about what I’m going to do today. Working as an editor for a publishing company, I’m able to work from home most days and today will be no different. Cleaning up after myself I get my car keys and head back to my apartment downtown. I keep my hat down low on my head when I sneak into my favorite coffee shop and no one gives me a second glance. I hurry across the street to my apartment and breathe a sigh of relief when I get into the elevator.

               Kota is waiting for me at the door, meowing like she’s been starved to death. I fill her bowl that wasn’t even empty while she preys on my foot, thinking she’s the almighty queen of the apartment. I force myself to walk into my home office, the stack of manuscripts on my desk is intimidating and I grimace as I sit down and pull on my glasses carefully. Before the headache can even have a chance to start, I reach into the desk drawer and down a few pain meds. Always good to be prepared.

               Four hours later a ding on my phone nearly makes me fall out of my seat. I place the highlighter and pen on to the desk beside the thriller manuscript I had been pouring over all morning, yellow and red marks all over the sheet glare up at me. Picking up my phone I see a message from Rian.

               Half day today. Ready for pizza?

               I glance at the clock and cringe at the time.

               Give me fifteen minutes

               Another manuscript get the better of you?


               See you in a few


               I scramble from my chair, Kota startles and sprints across the room sending toys and papers alike scattering across the floor. Giggling, I make my way into my room and strip down from my comfy clothes and into something that makes me look a little less homeless. I catch a glance of myself in the mirror and groan.

Having forgotten the black eye and angry red stitches, I reach for another ball cap and pull the bill down as far as I can. It doesn’t help much but I don’t dare to even try and put makeup over it. Maybe we can get a table in the back corner.

               I meet Rian in the parking lot and to my dismay the place looks packed.

               “Why are there so many people here? Don’t they have jobs?” I grumble and Rian laughs.

               “You have a job and you’re here,” she smirks at me, her eyes traveling to my bruised cheek. “Not gonna lie, you look pretty badass in your whole ensemble.” She gestures with her hands to the rest of my outfit and I realize that I put on all black, even my coat. “I’m loving the whole dark energy thing.”

               I roll my eyes at her and push her through the front door. While there are a lot of cars in the parking lot, there are still several empty tables and I’m grateful when the hostess leads us to one in a secluded corner. I pick up the menu although I don’t know why, I get the same thing every time I’m here. Rian does the same thing and we laugh at each other.

               “Remember when dad used to take us here when mom would go out of town. Literally every night she was gone this was our dinner,” she smiles down at her menu, tracing the restaurants logo that sits in the top right corner.  

               “Yeah, I do,” I smile as the memories as well. “Carson and Logan annoying us to death with their spit ball wars.”

               “I miss them, I hate that their camp is two weeks long. When I went it was only a week,” she pouts and I have to laugh.

               “I thought the same thing when you went, they will be back soon. And then you’ll be calling me begging to come over so you can get away from the twelve year old devils,” I say and she nods.

               “True, but I still miss them. The house feels so empty without them and mom and dad gone. I might go insane before Monday,” she replies, tracing her finger along the condensation on her glass of lemonade.

               “See, when I was home alone like you, I loved it. No one to annoy me or take my things without asking.” Rian scowls at me for that one. “It was nice, but I loved it even more when you all came home,” I add and wink at her, she softens her scowl.

               “I guess that’s the difference between you and I. You’re Miss. Independent and I’m the exact opposite. I don’t think I could live alone like you do, work at home like you do… I wouldn’t be able to function.”

               “I have Kota,” I argue and she gives me a look. “Hey! She’s a person too, just because she can’t talk doesn’t mean she doesn’t have feelings.”

               “Oh my God, my sister is already a crazy cat lady,” Rian says, rubbing her face with her hands and I roll my eyes. Her eyes dart to the side of me and widen slightly.

               “What are you looking at?” I ask her, preparing to turn around when she shakes her head.

               “Nothing, thought for a moment I left my straightener on at home,” she says, busying herself with her lemonade.

               I eye her blonde locks, perfect spiral curls going every direction. “Funny your straightener would be on when you wouldn’t have used it.” I quirk an eyebrow at her as her cheeks flush. Lucky for her, the waitress arrives again to take our order.

               After the waitress leaves I forget about the straightener and excuse myself to the bathroom. I keep my head low as I pass by the booths and tables, both when I head towards the bathroom and when I’m returning. I glance up to make sure I’m in the right line of booths when I notice that Rian traded seats with me.

               “What are you doing?” I ask her, pausing at the side of the table and eyeing her.

               “I wanted to watch the T.V,” she says nonchalantly, sipping her beverage though she never looks at me.

               I sit down slowly, still eyeing her. “You don’t like UFC fighting…” I say and she blushes again.

               “Well then maybe I thought you would enjoy the view sitting there,” she whispers, a smirk playing on her lips as she glances down from the T.V for only a second.

               “What are you talking about?” I ask and lift my eyes to gaze around, I don’t see a single T.V and the decorations are just that, decorations. It isn’t until I lower my eyes to the large table beside us do I realize what she meant. Oh God. I pull the hat down even lower and drop my eyes back to my empty plate. “Rian, switch back with me,” I plead in a whisper.

               “Nope,” Rian responds, not bothering to look down from the T.V again. “I’m good here.”

               “Rian, I swear to God if you don’t switch with me right now-“

               “What? What are you going to do?”

               I hesitate. “Cry.”

               Rian snorts a laugh. “No you won’t, I haven’t seen you cry since we watched Marley and Me six years ago.”

               I pout and dare to peek up at the table to my left. Big mistake. My eyes meet those blue ones again and I shiver. A smile flashes across his face before he looks back at one of his teammates.

               “So, what did you see?” Rian asks, trying and failing to keep the smile off her face and I aim a nice kick to the shins under the table. She jerks in her seat, hitting the table with her arm and causing the whole thing to tremble. Another mistake. I can feel the eyes of the table beside us.

               “God, I hate when you do that!” She snaps, rubbing her leg with her hand and glaring at me.

               I give her my biggest smile and flutter my eyelashes. “Do what?” I ask.

               Rian throws another look my way before our waitress returns with our pizza. All fighting is set aside as we devour the pizza with our eyes, still too warm to eat.

               We each have four slices a piece and I lean back in my seat when I finally gulp down my last bite. I let out a satisfied sigh and wish nothing more than to take a nap right there.

               I open my eyes to say something to Rian but my attention is caught once again to the other table. Will is immersed in the plate before him, shoveling food into his mouth like he hasn’t eaten in a week. A faint smile pulls at my lips I continue to watch him, he doesn’t seem to notice until an arm nudges his side and when I look over at who the arm belongs to, I meet the eyes of another player, Morgan Rielly. He nods at me before I can look away and when Will looks in my direction I flush crimson and stare at my glass. Mortified.

               “I think I’m going to go the bathroom,” Rian says, oblivious to what just happened and I give her panicked look.

               “What? No, don’t leave me here alone!” I whisper quickly and she looks at me like I’m crazy.

               “You’ll be fine,” she says and slides out of her booth.

               “Rian, no!” I say, willing her to sit back down. She gives me one last confused look and walks past me towards the other side of the restaurant where the bathrooms are. “I have no sister!” I whisper and I think I see a faint hint of a smile before she’s out of my view.

               Turning back in my seat so I’m once again facing my empty plate, I try very hard to regulate my breathing. I can hear the faint conversation of the boys at the next table and I reach for my phone. My only distraction. I scroll for a moment until I feel the gaze to my left again. Pressing my lips together I tense, I can just barely see him to the side, my eyes still focused on the screen though I’m not reading a single thing. I see him stand slowly and say something to Morgan.

               Oh no. Please no. Will takes a step towards me and I stop breathing. I keep my eyes down even when he reaches the side of my table, his gaze hot on my face and I know I’m the color of the cherry red booth I’m sitting on.

               “Mind if I sit for a moment?” Will asks and I open my mouth to answer but nothing comes out. I can’t even look at him. Instead I slowly nod my head and put my phone down on the table.

               He moves into the booth and my eyes go his hands folded in front of him on the table.

               “How’s the head?” He asks and finally I’m able to look up.

               “It’s okay,” I answer, searching his face for the other question that he seems to be holding back on.

               “Good, it doesn’t look too bad,” he says, his eyes trailing up and down the side of my face.

               “Too bad?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

               “I didn’t mean it like that!” He says hurriedly. “I mean that I figured your eye would be pretty much swollen shut is all.” Will smiles at me and I just stare back.

               “What are you doing here?” I ask him after a moment and he frowns. “Didn’t think pizza was exactly the meal a hockey player has the night before a game.”

               Will’s eyes dart back and forth between mine, fumbling for an answer. “Because you said you would be here.” He says finally and I’m floored by his honesty.

               “What?” I stammer.

               “You asked your sister last night if you could come here today,” he says slowly and I remember the elevator ride.

               “So… you wanted to check up on me?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and he blushes. I hate how adorable it looks.

               “Maybe.” Is all he says and we sit in silence for another few seconds.

               “And that was it?” I ask again, pulling my glass closer to me and trailing my fingers along the lip slowly, concentrating on the shapes instead of his face.

               He watches for another few seconds, not looking up at me when he answers. “Maybe not.”

               “So, what else could there possibly be?”

               He hesitates again and fidgets slightly in his seat. I make him nervous. “I kinda wanted to make it up to you, somehow,” he finally says and I halt my finger on my glass, my eyes flashing to his.

               “What?” I ask dumbly.

               “What can I do to make it up to you?” He asks and his blue eyes overwhelm my own and I have no idea what to say.

               “Tell you what,” he says after a beat. “I’ll give you my number, and when you think of something. You let me know.” Without waiting for a response, he reaches across the table and grabs my phone. When he sees that he needs a passcode to unlock it, he reaches back across for my hand. He gently slides my hand across the table, pressing my thumb to the home button and I let him. Will opens my contacts and adds his own in before sliding it back across the table to me.

               “Hopefully you let me know sooner rather than later,” he whispers, slowly sliding out of the booth just as my sister reappears in the corner of my eye. Will smiles at her and nods before flashing his eyes back to me, winking before he turns and returns to his own table where several of his teammates are staring.

               I blink several times and finally let out the breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. Rian sits back down across from me, pressing her lips together.

               “So, what did I miss?” She asks after a moment and I laugh.

               “Not much.”

#93 “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

Negan isn’t a kisser.
You don’t know if it was different in his past, but now he isn’t.
Sure from time to time during the sex he presses his lips on yours and conquers with his tongue your mouth, but never in-between.
You understand that. If you had five husbands you wouldn’t kiss them either.

In the last nights something changed.
At first you thought you dreamed when you felt his lips on yours.
But in the following nights he did it again.
Only a soft kiss and his thumb which strokes almost lovingly over your cheek.
“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You asked him one morning.
Negan didn’t replied, just looked at you for a second before he left.

Afraid that he wouldn’t come this night you’re lying in your bed. Quickly you close your eyes as the door opens and then you feel him.
This time a little longer.
“Why?” You whisper.
“Is it a fucking crime to want to kiss his first wife?” He asks back and you shake your head.
“Good. Sleep now.” He says, this time more softly before he puts his lips one more time on yours.

-Everyone didn’t expect Cheryl to be Bisexual

-Except Kevin, he knows when someone’s in the closet about their sexuality

-You’d met Cheryl through Josie, since you were her cousin

-When you saw how close Josie and Cheryl were you got super jealous, you thought they’d be endgame

-So you went to one of Cheryl’s parties one night, got super drunk, and kissed Reggie

-Then Cheryl got pissed, ripped you away from the dude

-”The only person going to be kissing your oblivious ass, drunk or sober, is me.”

-The only thing you remember for the rest of the night is that you guys laid together on her bed with your head resting on her boobies chest

-The next morning she goes up to you in school and kisses you

-”I had a feeling you wouldn’t remember our confessions last night, so I’ll do it for both of us. I like you, you like me. We’re dating now.”

-It’s not like you had much choice

-But you’re fine with that

-So Cheryl’s bitchy to everyone but you and Josie

-She’s actually quite protective of you

-She punched Reggie when he tried calling you a “Bitchy Dyke.”

-You’re the one having to drag her off of everyone that even looks at you wrong

-She’s the fiesty red head, your the calm and collected (h/c)

-She honestly doesn’t know where she’d be without you

-You’re the only one who truly knows what happened July 4th

-Or at least Cheryl’s experience

-She’s protective and possessive in public, but clingy and fluffy in private

-For example, your homescreen, your lockscreen, your locker, and your bedroom all have Cheryl’s little marks on it

-And by little marks I mean it’s 85% Cheryl Blossom

-She won’t let go of you two when you’re alone

-She’s like a monkey

-You don’t mind

-You’re actually the one constantly marking her

-”These bitches need to know your mine.”

-”(Y/N), I mostly get hit on by guys anyway.”

-”Isn’t that what I just meant?”

-You have to plan all the dates and stuff because she’s actually really uncoordinated

-She only knows how to plan school events

-With you she gets a lot more nervous about every little detail and making sure it’s perfect

-You try to assure her that you don’t care

-”But (Y/N) I DO! You deserve the best, and only the best. Anything short of perfection is unacceptable!”

-And you always have a smooth comeback

-”But Baby, you are perfection.”

-She always jumps you after a smooth comeback

-You both constantly watch each other’s back

-Because you’re both booty people

Originally posted by lindsemorgans


Anon Requested:  100 with Yoongi please >_< and thanks in advance (smut x fluff please)


Pairing: Yoongi (Suga) x Reader

Word Count: 1582

“I had the weirdest dream about you last night and now I can’t help but imagine what you’d look like naked.”

There you were, lying down on his bed watching tv. This wasn’t anything knew to you, you always came over whenever Yoongi had a break from his hectic schedule. But you were a lot more reluctant to come over when he called you.

All you and Yoongi ever did was relax, you two would always just watch tv in his bed and usually fell asleep, nothing more. Nothing more has ever happened and you had never thought about pushing anything. Sure you’ve thought what it would be like kissing him but never in a million years would you actually try and do it. Yoongi’s obviously thought about it too, him being more reluctant to try something but you’ve never given any sign that you wanted him too. Sure you two fell asleep in the same bed and occasionally cuddled but that’s as far as it ever went. 

Now his arm was wrapped around your shoulder while you two laid down in bed, head resting against his chest. This was normal so why did your skin burn every time his hand moved on your arm? Why did your stomach feel tight and heart thumping against your chest? 

Oh right. The dream.

You just had to have a stupid sex dream about your best friend and now you can’t get what he looked like out of your head. You groaned slightly catching the attention of Yoongi.

“Okay what’s wrong? That’s the seventh time you’ve groaned in the past hour.”

Guess you weren’t as quiet as you thought.

“We promised to be completely truthful with each other, right?” This caught the attention of Yoongi, he sat upright causing you to sit up also and look at him. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion while his eyes scanned you causing chills to run down your spine. You internally groaned at how he could do this to you, and you didn’t know if you liked it or not.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” 

“Okay I’m going to tell you something but it’s really embarrassing. You can’t laugh at me. And if you do-”

“I’m not going to laugh at you, now tell me what it is.” Yoongi said lightly chuckling to himself seeing how flustered you were. Your cheeks began to turn a shade of pink as you groaned once again. You looked anywhere but at Yoongi, eyes soon landing on your fingers which had became a lot more interesting than the boy in front of you.

So I had the weirdest dream about you last night and now I can’t help but imagine what you’d look like naked…” You mumbled but he had clearly heard it and even though he said he wouldn’t he began laughing, but he wasn’t laughing at you he was just laughing at the words you had spoken.

“That’s it? That’s why you’re so upset?”

“It’s not that I’m upset. I just am frustrated that I had that stupid dream.” You groaned for probably the hundredth time that day, hands coming up to your blushing face. You sighed into your hands once you heard the silence that filled the room. The silence was soon interrupted by a shuffling in front of you, you didn’t dare look up, knowing you your face could be as dark as a tomato.

“(Y/N) look at me.” Yoongi’s voice seemed closer, you refused to raise your head, a quick shake of the head gave him an answer. “(Y/N).” Yoongi’s voice grew deeper and you soon felt his hands wrap around your wrists, tugging them away from your face. Once your hands were away you had no choice but to look at him. 

Raising your head your eyes locked with Yoongi’s, a smirk placed on his face. Your eyes trailed down and you realized what the shuffling was. There he was, stripped to nothing but his boxers. 

“Y-Yoongi, what are you doing? Why are-”

“You wanted to know what I looked like naked didn’t you?” You didn’t have to look at him to hear the smirk that was plastered on his face. Your body shifted slightly back as your eyes stared at him widening in size. Nothing was being said, you couldn’t utter a word, what could you say? 

His eyes roamed over your body, eyes flickering back to yours every couple seconds. Your body tightened, nerves racking up instantly. Yoongi scooted closer to you, hand resting on your thigh. If you could have just exploded right then and there you would have. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat, eyes still on Yoongi’s. His smirk returned to his face once he saw how nervous you really were. 

“Don’t think you’re the only one who’s had a dream like that.” Your eyes widened once again but normalized once you realized what he said.

“You mean you’ve-”

“Dreamt about fucking you? Oh yeah, it’s been a couple of times actually.” Yoongi’s voice grew deeper as his hand ran up your thigh resting on your hip. His other hand soon going to your other side and pulled you in closer with a quick tug. 

You two were only inches away. Your heart slammed against your chest, the anticipation of what you wanted to happen next killed you inside. 

“Yoongi I-”

Before you knew it Yoongi’s mouth was on yours enveloping you into a kiss. His hand traveled along your back quickly slipping under your shirt in the process. You weren’t nervous anymore, you didn’t feel the tightness in your stomach all you could feel was the urge to take it further. You wanted more and you knew Yoongi did too.

You never knew you had wanted him so bad until his hands were on you. His hand rested on the small of your back while the other slipped under your shirt to rest back on your hip. He flipped you on your back, body looming over yours but looked at you with caution,  the confident boy you had called your best friend had a look in his eyes you couldn’t yet describe. 

“Are you sure?” You soon understood. He was nervous as well as you. He didn’t show it but you both knew each other was a mess of emotions inside. Not wanting the friendship you had now to be ruined by this, but still you nodded your head and he immediately brought his lips back down to yours. His hands traveled up your stomach leaving goosebumps in his trail, impatient hands tugged on the hem of your shirt signalling you that he wanted the piece of clothing off. Breaking the kiss you pulled the fabric off and threw it on the ground bringing your lips back to his. He slowly trailed his hands to your back you arched your back allowing him to unclasp your bra, which he did in no time at all.   

He’s everywhere up your back and on your arms and within a second he deepens the kiss making it rougher and showing all emotion you never knew he felt. A low growl came from Yoongi as his lips darted for your neck, anxious hands brought down the the button on your jeans, undoing it and bringing your zipper down. He yanked your jeans down along with your underwear breaking the kiss for another moment to fully take them off . He soon pulled down his boxers revealing what you had only dreamt of..literally. His length was hard and rested against his stomach. His eyes gazed down at you and suddenly you felt very naked. Yoongi made his way back down to you slowly spreading your legs to place himself in between. He hovered over you, eyes on each other. 

“There’s no need to be nervous.” He whispered bringing himself back to your lips. He lingered a bit, wanting to take a moment to take it all in. Take in the fact that he was kissing his best friend, taking in a moment of what was happening and he couldn’t be happier. 

His lips made his way back to your neck leaving little love bites here and there. You let out a small moan which had only turned him on more than he already was. You gasped as you felt his fingers enter you slowly. His fingers moved at a steady paced curling his fingers instantly hitting your g-spot. You grasped his shoulders and let out a loud moan. Sitting up more Yoongi had adjusted himself at your entrance giving you one last look, you nodded giving him the indication that you were ready and most of all okay with it.

He entered you gently, the last thing he wanted was for you to be in pain. Once stretched around his length he began to thrust into you, moans came from both yours and his mouths. His thrusts were quick and strong and you to feel pressure build up in your stomach very quickly. His lips found their way back to yours as he began pounding into you harder than before. Your walls tightened causing a groan to slip out from his mouth. His rhythm became erratic and you felt your orgasm rip through you. Your body trembled as Yoongi continued to rock his hips into yours until he quickly approached his climax wrapping himself up with you as you both released the pressure that was inside of you. 

He rolled off to your side, only the sounds of heavy breathing and almost immediately Yoongi’s laugh filled the room. 

“So was that better then your dream?”