i was trying to come up with something that would make him forget so he would block me instead

accidentally?

Based on this prompt I said I’d fill a few days ago:

boss: “know why I called you in here?”
me: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic”
boss: “accidentally?”

yup.

(on ao3)

“You need to stop pining after people you haven’t even spoken to,” Lydia says one day, probably because Derek—er, Mr. Hale, their boss—has just stepped through the front door of the cafe where they’re having lunch, and Stiles has trailed off mid-word to watch him walk up to the counter. In Stiles’ defense, he’s never seen Mr. Hale outside of the office before, let alone Mr. Hale wearing a leather jacket over his dress shirt. God, and Stiles thought the tailored suits were bad enough…

Anyway.

“Uh, I have too spoken to him,” Stiles says indignantly, tearing his eyes away from Derek’s broad back across the room. “One day I was coming out of the break room and I almost walked right into him and he said, ‘Excuse me,’ so then I said, ‘Oops,’ and he smiled at me. Kind of. A little bit. I mean, I interpreted it as a smile. There was some prolonged eye contact.”

Lydia abruptly stops stirring her fat-free latte to stare at him—one of those Oh god, it’s worse than I thought kind of looks. “That’s it?”

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Love can be a miracle, darling

Pairings: Harry x reader in the beginning, Draco x reader in the end

Word count: 2281

Requested: Hey, can you write a Harry Potter x Reader where they have been dating for a while but the reader caught Harry cheating on her with Cho and they have a huge fight. After that, she keeps crying and Draco tries to cheer her up and they kiss. Pleaseeeee <3 by @partyiinthedungeons

A/N: I hope you like it and sorry for posting it so late. I did my best to finish it today because of my full schedule. Sorry for the mistakes because i am sure there are and let me now what you think ♥ 

Originally posted by crystelgreene

Being Harry Potter’s girlfriend had it advantages and disadvantages. The good part was the loyal friends you got by your side and the bad…well the bad are the slytherins always trying to offend you somehow. Well, they were mostly hostage toward Harry not me but the fact I was ready to kill everybody who had said something bad about him was enough for a way the others to mockery him.

But besides the bad attitude we got in fifth year, I was more than happy to be with him. Half of the school thought he was a liar, a boy wanting an attention and I were just a chick using him to become famous and so on. However, Harry never paid so much attention to those words but I did. I tried not to but it was hurting to hear such lies. Harry was so nice to stay hours after curfew to calm me down, to say he loved me and that’s all that mattered. He even said that if I wanted we would break up so he could see my smile again. I, of course, punched him slightly always exclaiming that he was much more important than some stupid students.  

We were going to Hogsmeade on dates, drinking butterbeers, shopping at Zonko’s, we basically tried everything there for such a short period. I did my best to stay focused when helping him with his homework but usually ended making out on the sofa in the common room. That led to an angry Hermione who didn’t skip an opportunity to remind us we were falling behind with it. But let’s come to the present where the interesting part is.

Today was just an ordinary Saturday. We had finally finished another rough week. Early in the morning I woke up and after dressing up, I headed towards the library. There was an hour till breakfast so I decided to spend it while searching information for Snape’s essay.

“Hey (Y/N)! Why are you awake so early?”, Hermione’s voice ranged through the empty library.

“I just want to get something done. I don’t want to fall and spending time with Harry isn’t helping me.”, smiling I sat down next to her.

“You managed to find the truth! Only for that I will lend you my notes, but don’t tell the boys.”, we both laughed and after promising I would not each one of us continued her work.

“If we don’t hurry we will miss the breakfast. Come on.”, I packed my things and with my friend we exited the room going straight to the Great Hall.

There weren’t a lot of people but our boys were already on the Gryffindor table. Harry was reading something while Ron was eating…a lot, as usual. A smirked appeared on my face as I went to my boyfriend as quiet as I could. He was facing me with his back so I used this opportunity to cover his eyes, well specifically his glasses. The boy jumped due to being surprised. His hands left the newspaper and touched mine trying to identify the person messing with him.

“(Y/n)!”, my boyfriend exclaimed seconds later and turned around to face me. There was a smile on his face which caused me to smile, too. I sat down next to him placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t tell me you are still reading those lies.”, I took the newspaper from his hands but Hermione did the same to me, making the research instead of us.

“Well, you were late, so we had to take it.”

“You two are disgusting.”, Ron noted as he continued to eat.

“You will be too when you find a girl, oh my pardon, if you find a girl.”, Hermione retorted as she closed the paper and put it in her back.

We all laughed while Ron gave Granger a dead look.

“What are we doing tonight?”, although it seemed as an ordinary question, it wasn’t. Since some weeks, we were training spells in out secret group, or so called D.A.

“We have a studying session at 8 pm. as always (Y/n), how can you forget about it?”

“Oh, sorry Harry but when I see you I forget everything.”, we usually played this game of being so in love only to make no suspicions but we did enjoyed it, it always amused us.

After we finished our lunch we went to the lake. The weather was fantastic and neither one of us wanted to spend the whole day locked in the castle. We sat down next to a tree trying to stay in its shadow and began doing our homework. I can’t say we desired to do it but there was a trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow and I didn’t want to miss it because of stupid two meters long essays. Harry and Ron were complaining instead of working, Hermione used her energy to quarrel with Ron while I and Harry laughed at their ‘family problems’. The time was passing by and soon dinner came. After we were done, we agreed to go to the Required room separated so Umbridge won’t be able to catch us.

“What are you going to teach me today, Mr. Potter?”, I teased my boyfriend as we were heading towards our wanted direction.

“Someone is eager for knowledge? You should spend less time with Hermione.”

“Oh, shut up!”, I punched him slightly and laughed, “You are just jealous that I’m coping with school, while you might be failing.”

“That huts. That’s it! You made me cry, what kind of a girlfriend are you?”

“Come here and let me kiss you, you’ll feel better.”, leaning closer we shared a kiss that would had definitely turned out in a heated one if it wasn’t somebody’s cough to make us separate.

“Hey there lovebirds! You can continue that later, we have a work now.”, Fred Weasley smirked and entered the Required room. We followed his actions.

This time Harry showed us some others spells. I was with Neville who surprisingly was doing much better than me. I was doing well to be honest, practicing with Ginny, Ron, Harry, but maybe like 30 minutes later I didn’t fail to notice something. Cho Chang, a ravenclaw girl Harry used to like in his fourth year, was now watching my boyfriend carefully, trying to get his attention. That made me mad and that’s why I got hit my Neville’s spell that paralyzed me for a moment.

“I hit her, I did it!”, Neville screamed at top of his lungs happily, “Sorry (Y/n).” He then came closer and helped me stand.

“No problems. I am happy you did it, Neville.”, he was so happy that I couldn’t tell him I wasn’t paying enough attention to block the spell.

No matter what I did afterwards was, to put it mildly, horrible. I tried to practice but my eyes were glancing and Cho and Harry. I knew he was helping her but I didn’t like she was doing poor just for his attention. Harry was observing everybody and when he saw my actions he came closer and gave Neville time for a rest.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”, I could read the care in his eyes and it made me feel a little better. Besides everything Harry was with me, not with her.

“I’m fine now.”

“If you wanted to train with me you could have just asked.”

Till the end of the lesson I was actually getting more and more capable of using the new spells. Deep inside me I felt pleasure to show Cho I was better that her. When the ‘class’ was over we were heading out by three. I wanted to stay and help Harry to clean but he refused, telling I’d better go and rest. I listened to him and left the room with Hermione and a tall Hufflepuff boy. We were already on the stairs when I realized I had forgotten my barrette.

“Wait for me, I’ll be back in a minute.”, after notifying Hermione I ran upstairs.

The door was slightly open. Cursing the stupid people who left it that way I entered the room but stopped where I was. My eyes widen when I saw Harry and Cho kissing in front of me. She had put one of her hands on his face, while Harry had placed his hands on her both sides. My eyes were filled with tears by now.

“How could you?”, was the only thing my mouth let out. I felt a strange feeling in my throat, not letting me to breathe or talk anymore. Harry and Cho jumped away from each other, both looking at me as a deer looking at the headlights coming towards her.

“(Y/n), I-”

“Don’t!”

I exited the room and ran in some direction not caring where I was going. Suddenly I felt somebody grabbing my hand and spinning me around. It was Harry with his messy hair and sad face.

“Stop.”, he said softly.

“Let me go, please. Let me go!”, I managed to find my voice again and screamed at him.

“It’s not what it seems.”

“Oh, really? Because it seems you still love Cho and was messing with me the whole time!”, he didn’t know what to say, he did try but nothing came out, “Have you ever loved me, Harry? Have you?”

“Of course I have, I still do.”

“Do not lie to me! Do not!”, licking his lips, the boy was about to talk but I interrupted him, “I cannot believe you used me like this.”

“I-I didn’t, I-”

“Are you sure because stuttering like this now shows me I am right.”, I bit my lips trying to prevent the others tears to roll down my face, “Look at me, look at my eyes and say you did not use me to forget Cho or to fucking make her jealous! Look at me for god’s sake and say it!”

But the boy was still looking at his feet ashamed.

“I loved you, Harry. Everything I have ever said was true. I showed you my feelings, I gave you my heart…and for what? To be your little toy!? To be the girl you would go to if Cho didn’t like you back?! To be the second option?! Fuck you Harry!”, I screamed at his face, spun around on my heels and attempted to get away from him.

“No, (Y/n), wait!”

“Don’t you dare touch me again or call me, Potter. Don’t you dare!”, this time my voice was low, almost calmly but I felt how he trembled from it. I didn’t mean to threaten him but his presence was no longer wanted around me.  

After minutes of walking I ended in the Astronomy tower. I sat down and let myself cry out all the pain inside me. How could he do this to me? I believed him when everybody thought he was a liar, I was beside him every time he was bullied…and what did I get? A knife in the back! As I was sobbing a voice spoke beside me.

“I see there are troubles in heaven, huh?”

“What do you want Draco? I am not in the mood for your stupid jokes”, but as soon as I turned to face him, his expression changed. With some steps he came next to me and kneeled down.

“Hey, hey. I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was that serious.”, he spoke with a soft and caring voice, something I’d never thought I would hear from him.

“Don’t act as you care.”

“I do care if you haven’t noticed, darling.”

Looking at him, especially at his eyes, some moments ran through my mind. He had always been good to me, never saying bad about me, helping me in Potions, not gloating when I fail… For the first time I felt I could tell him what happened, what I was feeling and he would care about it. All those small details were showing something deeper and complicated to be explained.

“I-Ha-Harry cheated on m-me.”, saying those words out made me sob again. Draco wrapped his hand around me, getting me closer for a hug.

“Hey, look at me.”, with his forefinger he lifted my chin up so now I was facing him, “He doesn’t deserve your tears.” He remover some of them, “He doesn’t deserve your love. You have to stand up, smile and show him what he has missed. Show him you are happier without him. You are the one who deserves better – somebody who would do anything for you, and by anything I really mean anything. You are so kind, funny, just amazing. I cannot explain it but each time I see you, my mood changes. I become more gleeful just because of hearing your voice, laugh or seeing the spark of joy in your eyes. You deserve somebody that can make you feel the same way you make me feel… ”

Without thinking I leaned closer and connected our lips. The kiss was salty due to my tears but was enough to make me feel butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t feel it only with my body; I felt it with my soul. It warmed me up, made me feel loved. That kiss wasn’t like the kisses I’d shared with Harry. It was kind of passionate but showing things that could hardly be explained even from the hand of a skillful poet. It was something not to read about but to feel it.

“I’ve never thought you could be showing such emotions.”

“Love makes miracles with everybody, darling.”, he smiled and leaned for another kiss.  

Too Much To Ask

BUCKY BARNES x plus size reader

PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

Reader sees Bucky for the first time since their break up.

Warnings: sad, mild cursing, read at your own risk

a/n: going to make it a small series, please enjoy let me know waht you think and thank you. Also opening a tag list for this.x

Seeing him for the first time in five months hurt you, you hadn’t expected him to be here in front of you ordering his usual order. You hadn’t expected him to have his arms wrapped around someone that wasn’t you, and it hurt. You thought you had finally been able to forget and move on but seeing him here made you realize the wounds he had left were still open. He hadn’t noticed you yet, and you found yourself silently praying it would stay that way for the sake of your sanity.  You knew the fight that ended everything had not only hurt you but him too. You expected him to be grieving the same way you were, instead, it had been five months and he had moved on.

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Stole My Heart

Summary: The five times the universe appeared to be against you when you wanted to ask Peter out.

Word Count: 2,622.

A/N: After reading @bovaria‘s fic, “The Five Times Bucky Picks You“, it inspired me to write something along those lines with Peter instead. Although, I decided to do my own spinoff and give it a slight twist. Hope you enjoy :D

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Yousana's Endgame Symbolism

This is quite a long analytical post so bear with me. If you read the whole thing, thanks and also, I commend you. Below is my analysis on the idea of fate and all the symbolism that makes Yousana, endgame.

Swan:

This animal has different meanings but for the most part it is the symbol of beauty, strength and loyalty.

Swans are associated with fidelity, loyalty in marriage, and monogamy, because they mate for life. Everlasting love.

They are also associated with transformation of something into something beautiful.

Blue Scillas:

The Scillas mean a couple of things: constancy (the quality of being faithful and dependable, and also the quality of enduring or being permanent) and it is also associated of forgiving and forgetting.

Yousef gives these flowers to Sana, as a symbol of his enduring and faithful love for her). Sana keeps these flowers way past their lifetime, by her bed. She forgives Yousef for kissing Noora, and forgets it too.

Carrots:

The symbol of fertility and lust. It is also seen as a symbol of spiritual nourishment.

This season the carrots symbolize her desire and love for Yousef. Initially, Sana is drawn to Yousef only physically and seeks to appeal to him physically as well. During Inshallah, she eats the carrot, delicately, while staring at Yousef. It’s very sexually suggestive at first (lust). But then, in the kitchen, it evolves into something more profound.

The carrots bring them together, and are what start the true spiritual connection between the two.

We see carrots throughout the season. They are a representation of their spiritual connection and their attraction for each other. At one point, Noora chews on one, loudly and annoyingly. Then we see rotten carrots on the floor, when all seems lost. The carrots appear once again, except Sana is holding one, without doing anything with it. Finally, the carrots reappear in cooked form in their final date, and they both eat them happily, and at the same time; meaning their connection is complete and they have both accepted the fact that they love each other and want to be with each other in every way.

The Number 12:

This one has been sneakily thrown at us throughout the season. It’s been slightly more subtle than the others. The talk of 12 kids, “One dozen eggs” hanging in Sana’s kitchen, Yousef asking if he’s “12 or what?”

Now according to various sources, the number 12 is the symbol of cosmic order, completeness and perfection. Which is really what they both are, when they are together. They complement each other, and balance each other out.

Fate:

Finally, although this isn’t symbolic, the idea of fate, it is meant to be, it is written in the stars and if God wills it.

Throughout the season, every single thing points to Yousef. Everything Sana does, reads, hears, no matter what she does or how she tries to avoid it, points to Yousef. Somehow, “the roads she takes” lead to him.

This is seen very pointedly in a few scenes:

Fy Faen: Sana is standing alone, balloons blocking her face and view. As soon as Yousef stands in front of her, the balloons magically move out of her way, giving her full view of his face.

I Feel It Coming: She’s praying, and at that moment the music plays. She walks out of her room and right into Yousef. Elias could’ve been there with him, or she could’ve entered through the bookcase room where Elias was. But no. Right into Yousef.

Inshallah: The most obvious one. Sana’s mom asks Sana about who will feed her children, and if she’s going to let them starve. Her response: my husband will do the cooking. “Inshallah”. And then Allah wills it, and minutes later, Yousef walks in and shows her how to peel carrots properly. How does he know? He cooks FOR CHILDREN at a kindergarten. It gives me chills whenever I think about it.

Unfriended: After finding out that Yousef isn’t Muslim, she decides to unfriend him and move on. She researches ways to get over someone you love. The final shot lingers on the final rule of getting over someone you love: Remember, There Isn’t Just One Person Out There For You.

Det Beste Fra Islam: After following the rules listed in the article, she goes to Grønland, to meet the next love of her life. A cute, good Muslim boy. As fate would have it though, Elias somehow ends up getting wasted and she ends up spending her evening with Yousef instead.

Spiller Alene: She’s throwing the ball, trying to score. At some point the ball bounces back, past her, as if pushed by a mysterious force,and lands directly at Yousef’s feet.

Kitchen Talk: Momma Bakkoush discovers that it is Yousef, the one Sana loves. She doesn’t dissuade her from pursuing something with him explicitly, but goes on to list all the ways Yousef isn’t good for her and explains exactly what she needs in a husband.

Maghrib: So far, her mom has given her the most logical explanation ever as to why her and Yousef would never work, and Sana is strong in her decision to forget him, because by all logic, it makes absolute sense. She says “I’ll meet other soulmates in the summer”. Then…Allah wills it once again, while she’s praying, and I feel It Coming starts playing. At the most perfect time. Everything points to Yousef.

To top it off, Yousef, again as if invoked by Sana’s mom’s words, goes on and demonstrates that he is the one for Sana, and shows her, inadvertently, that he’s exactly the man Momma Bakkoush wants Sana to marry.

The most beautiful part of this season has been the inevitability of Yousef and Sana as a couple, as life partners, and their love story. The mystical nature of their relationship and the forces that keep bringing them together. You just know they will end up together forever. There’s no doubt about it. It is beautiful and I’m glad Skam went there.

P.S - The songs: This is the only season where songs have been played more than once, in a season. Straumnes, 5 times; Into The Woods, twice. I Feel It Coming, twice. Again, just continuing with the pattern of constancy… There it is.
nobody — p.p.

wc: 1.7k
summary: “no one loved me when i was a nobody!” “well i did!” in which peter forgets about his friends after he gets closer to liz. (requested)


She was completely lost. High school had been promised to be the best four years of her life and she was sure that statement would ring true with Peter by her side. Now however, she wasn’t so sure. Peter had been her best friend for years and suddenly it was like their friendship was a myth.

How could Peter toss her to the side and forget her like that? She had been there through everything and ultimately, she fell in love with him. She hated clichés and the fact that she became one by falling for her best friend somewhat appalled her.

She wasn’t sure if it was because of that or her suspicions that Peter could never like her like that, that she bottled her feelings up and through them into the ocean. She knew Peter liked Liz Allan, the most beautiful girl in their whole school.

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anonymous asked:

Request: fluffy/angst/smut of Minho(Shinee)dominant/filthy. With lots of dirty talk, spanking, and chocking. PLOT: minho and y/n are besties, but y/n is in love with him. He has a gf. But she cheats, but y/n knew she was bad and tried to warn him.

the amount of times you used Y/N almost confused my poor self but anyways here you go~

Intentions: 

“I told you she was a filthy slut.” You shrugged your shoulders looking straight ahead towards the Television, your fingers buried deep into the Cheetos bag. Wrinkling up your nose and squinting at the show you lifted your hands to lift off the cheese that was left over from your orange fingers. The male beside you was strangely quiet but you paid no mind to it as you continued to run your mouth. “She was a slut, she was the worst type of person with that attitude and I tried to warn you over and over again but you just let her walk all over you. Fool.” Sighing you got up to head towards the kitchen but before you could even get out of the front room good enough you were slammed against the wall, a strong veiny hand around your neck choking you. Minho looked at you with hard dark eyes, bringing his face closer to yours as his fingers pressed down on your windpipes, a snarl ripping from his throat he brought his hand up to slap your face lightly using the same hand to grab at your locks, a surprised moan had escaped your lips. Your hand gripped onto his hand and you tried to jerk it down form your throat as he seemed to stare into your soul.

“Do you want to repeat what you said? Because, if I’m not mistaken you were the same slut begging to have my dick shoved down that pretty little throat of yours a month ago.” Minho reminded you pressing his body hard against yours.


Minho was someone who was your best friend since childhood. He had taken care of you and you had done the same with him. He was your whole word after your family of course. And everyone nearly found it uncanny how a guy and girl could be so close but not touch each other. But little did they know, you wanted that. At first of course the relationship was strictly just best friends. Looking out for each other, studying late together and being each other’s refuge. And when the years started to roll around that you were both in high school you started to dress up more, putting on makeup and occasionally skimpy outfits so that he would notice you and want you in the ways you were starting to want him. But instead of him wanting you he looked the other way.

“Y/N go put on more clothes! I don’t want to see you in such short things and I damn sure do not want any other guy seeing you like this.” He remarked one time you were both getting ready to go out to a party and all you had on was a short dress just covering your ass but it was low cut around your breast. Feeling defeat you had changed out of what you had on and came up with a lie that you suddenly felt sick and didn’t want to go anymore.

And things like that kept happening, everything you did he shot it down, not really noticing you like you wanted to. But still you were persistent trying to get with him because he was the only man you had ever thought of being with. He had completed you and through all the ups and downs you had wanted him. And you were not the only girl who noticed his beauty or wanted him but you felt you had years over anyone that tried to get with him.

“What do you mean g-girlfriend?” You asked Minho sitting in front of you with a brunette attached to his hips holding his hands. They were the perfect couple, a title that you wanted with him, and here he was with her sharing everything you wanted. He looked at you with excited eyes planting not one but two kisses on the female’s lips causing her to become flustered and cling onto him.

“Isn’t it great? She’s the most wonderful girl I had ever met!” He exclaimed looking at her with bright eyes full of love. And that was the moment your world crashing down around you. Your best friend, the guy you had been crushing on for over four years now didn’t want you. He wanted her instead. And you had known he probably would have turned you down but to see it, the knife that was drove into your heart was deeper than any wound you had ever felt. Not able to even fake your hurt you got up from the table and quickly turned away walking from the coupe in front of you and out of Minho’s life.

Your life started to spiral out of control. The good grades you had gotten in college had started to turn into C’s and D’s instead of all A’s. You had also avoided Minho, taking different routes instead of the ones you and he used to take. Your sexual life was also out of control, losing your first to some random stranger at a bar and that was how it started. You would fuck anyone who looked your way just wanting to forget about Minho but it was no use, instead you had just ended up empty, a broken girl alone and devastated. You didn’t even try to make new friends, just hanging out with yourself in your house where you assumed no one could hurt you, and since your parents were always busy and taking trips that you couldn’t go on because of school it all worked out. Until one day you heard your door bell ring. Confused you opened it to see a very upset Minho. Eyes red from crying you assumed something happened with his girlfriend, to later find out that he was upset about losing you. Some part of you had been slightly relived but knowing he would never love you back was something bitter to swallow down. But besides all of it you and Minho started to become back friends once again hanging out and catching up on old times. His girlfriend would call clearly not liking the fact that you two had gotten back friends often telling him to leave you early or make him stand you up on some days. It drove you mad.

“I saw her Minho!” You cried out slapping your hands down against his chest. “She was there with him!” You cried out wanting him to believe you. His girlfriend was a cheater, a smooth liar that had him wrapped around her fingers.

“Oh yeah?! Then where is the proof Y/N?” He shouted at you pushing you back. “You mean to tell me, you come here to accuse my girlfriend but you don’t have proof?” He asked you again and you nodded your head.

“If I would’ve taken a picture she would have seen the flash! She would have said something or anything to cover it up! Why can’t you just believe me Minho.. I love you! I’d do anything for you! Anything..” You muttered resting your hand on his crotch the alcohol in your system not helping you think straight. Minho had looked down at you and you pushed him lightly against the wall getting on your knees to kiss through his pants. “Let me prove it to you. Please. Let me make you feel better.” You had insinuated with your mouth you could make it all go away and hearing Minho chuckle and stroke your hair you felt you had gotten through it.

“You’re jealous. That’s what this is, ahh Y/N I never thought you would’ve been so low.” Minho commented tearing you from him.

The whole ordeal left you in a shouting match, harsh words were said and you pushed him out of your life for good slamming the door so that he couldn’t follow you outside as you ran away from him. All those twenty plus years just gone down the drain and out of the window. Everything ruined, everything fucked up. Everything broken.


It was 3 AM and very rainy outside, hard pellets hitting against the window as you watched the TV zoning in and out of sleep. Letting your fingers work open the bag of cheetos you had a late-night snack just waiting for yourself to fall asleep. You had been staying up lately and you didn’t necessarily know why but sleeping sometimes brought you pain so you tried to avoid it at all costs. Hearing the doorbell ring repeatedly you had grumpily gotten up from your sitting position with a bat in your hand walking towards the door. Opening it you started to mouth off at someone only to look Minho in the face. Dropping the bat a bit you were going to close the door in his face, but his hand reached out and stopped it blocking it between the two of you. “Please.” He said simply and you let him into your house, fighting off all the feelings that were threatened to ruin your heart and everything else.

Minho had explained everything to you that had happened, the photos on her phone that he found, how she was getting careless and staying out at inconsistent times of the night but blaming work and study groups. “I had followed her, only to see her there with that asshole. Just tongue buried deep. He had his fucking hands all up her dress in her panties.” He growled fingers balled up and angry tears streaking down his face. You had tried to warn him but to hear him say it, brought you slight happiness on the inside.

“I KNEW IT! I WAS RIGHT!” You jumped up yelling instead of checking on him. Minho lifted an eyebrow before he clenched his jaw watching you run around the front room getting too hype and then sitting back down beside him. His blood was boiling but he tried to hold it in. Until you started to brag again that was.

“I told you she was a filthy slut.” You shrugged your shoulders looking straight ahead towards the Television, your fingers buried deep into the Cheetos bag. Wrinkling up your nose and squinting at the show you lifted your hands to lift off the cheese that was left over from your orange fingers. The male beside you was strangely quiet but you paid no mind to it as you continued to run your mouth. “She was a slut, she was the worst type of person with that attitude and I tried to warn you over and over again but you just let her walk all over you. Fool.” Sighing you got up to head towards the kitchen but before you could even get out of the front room good enough you were slammed against the wall, a strong veiny hand around your neck choking you. Minho looked at you with hard dark eyes, bringing his face closer to yours as his fingers pressed down on your windpipes, a snarl ripping from his throat he brought his hand up to slap your face lightly using the same hand to grab at your locks, a surprised moan had escaped your lips. Your hand gripped onto his hand and you tried to jerk it down form your throat as he seemed to stare into your soul.

“Do you want to repeat what you said? Because, if I’m not mistaken you were the same slut begging to have my dick shoved down that pretty little throat of yours a month ago.” Minho reminded you pressing his body hard against yours.

Whimpering slightly, you shook your head at his words, your face heating up at the thought of it because he had rejected you. Minho smirked at the fear in your eyes slowly dragging you to your knees he pushed his hips against your face, rubbing his bulge across your nose and lips he moved his hand to your hair pulling on the locks. “Do you know how hard I’ve fought myself to knock fuck you Y/N?” Minho asked hissing as he pushed his hips harder against your face rutting his hips. Your mind was hazy, your hands pressing against his legs to pull away because what he was saying couldn’t be true. “It started in high school. And fuck it’s just gotten worst. This tight little body and those perky ass breast. I bet that pussy is so tight and wet. Untouched.” He was rutting his hips harder, the bulge starting to strain against the confines of his pants he stopped when he heard you mumble some unclear words.

“What did you just say?” He asked stilling his hips.

“I-I’m not a virgin anymore..” You admitted gripping onto his pants ashamed and not wanting to look at him. Minho’s blood grew cold jerking your head back he looked down at you with hard eyes.

“You really are a slut.” He spat in your face and you leaned forward to bite on his leg causing him to yelp.

“You didn’t fucking want me! I even threw myself at you and you rejected me! More than once how fucking dare you at least those other men knew how to please me! They knew what they wanted and they weren’t some weak ass boy holding back his feelings.” You shouted at him once again clearly not thinking before you spoke. Minho picked you up by your hair slamming you against the wall smirking.

“You’re fucking right. And since I’m a man right now, let me show you exactly what I want.” Minho threw you on his shoulder carrying you towards your room that he remembered very well. He threw you on the bed and before you could move too far he had you pinned down on your stomach, his hands gripping at your hands. He reached under your bed feeling for the handcuffs you had stolen from the sex shop when you were 16. Moving your hands up the bed he flipped you on your back handcuffing your hands to the headboard. “I’ll make you want me Y/N.” Minho spoke with thick want, his whole demeanor changing and it had you breathing quickly already. Shaking your head side to side you closed your legs biting your bottom lip.

“I don’t want you anymore Minho.” You spoke lying to him as he watched you. He responded with nothing, wrenching your legs open he moved between them his hands moving under your shirt slowly until he was gripping your bare breast that didn’t have a bra on. He groaned playing with your nipples his fingertips flicking over the buds causing you to moan and arch your back, your cover blown quickly because it was his touch you had longed for all these years.

“Fuck, I always loved staying a night because you never wore any bras.. Or panties.” He recalled sliding a large hand down to grip at your shorts pulling them up against your stomach. The fabric showing your bare pussy lips through them he smirked up at you quickly jerking them down from your legs he threw them off your body and onto the floor watching you try to squirm. “What? Scared that I’ll find out you’re really wet for me?” He asked you as he crawled back between your legs.

“Go fuck yourself.” You repeated to him and in response he pulled his hands back to grip at your shirt ripping it down the middle and pulling it off your body. The scraps of white along the floor. Minho slapped at your breast repeatedly, causing you to hiss and whine. “Who told you to speak?” He asked as he slapped harder against your breast. Pinching your nipples, he pulled on them causing you to shriek in pain.

“I do what the fuck I want you’re not my daddy!” You countered trying to jerk on the handcuffs and get free. Minho paused his hands staring down at your reddened body for a while. He got up and looked around your floor, grabbing at your panties he climbed onto your hips straddling you he crashed his lips down against yours silencing you with a kiss. He sucked on your bottom lip asking for entrance and though you were melting at the kiss you couldn’t forgive him so easily. Shaking your head no, he slipped his hand down to caress your pussy causing you to gasp in surprise. He immediately shoved his tongue into your mouth sucking and flicking his tongue against your dominating the kiss. He let his tongue flick and grip onto yours trying to suck your mouth dry. His tongue ran over your cheeks, teeth and the roof of your mouth before he pulled back slowly watching the thin trail of spit between the two of you. Sighing he pulled back. “Maybe I shouldn’t do this.. I may hurt you Y/N.” You were shocked, how dare he come in here and do such things to you only to tell you this.

“Excuse me?! How fucking dare, you! I’m not a child and I can take anything! I’m not this soft little-“Your words were cut off by your panties being shoved in your mouth choking you out.

“I knew you would say that. Gullible as ever. Try to hold on princess.” He winked at you climbing from the bed. You felt played. Your eyes were wide as he started to search into your room looking for anything that he could use on you. Rummaging through more drawers and your closet he chuckled darkly as he only found one vibrator but it would do for now. Plugging it up into the wall he moved to you, climbing back into between your legs. “Baby girl we are going to have to go buy you toys tomorrow.” He commented and it made everything in you break. You nodded your head slowly and happy that he was finally giving you some attention. Minho pressed your legs over his shoulder getting on his stomach, he turned on the vibrator on the lowest setting. He parted your pussy lips with one of his hands looking at the wet pink slit and groaning softly. Opening his mouth, he let his warm breath ghost against your slit, causing you to get wetter from just the anticipation. His warm wet tongue slowly slid up your slit to your clit causing a loud muffled cry to rip from your lips. You looked down at him your eyes hooded and watering already from the pleasure. Minho let his tongue continue to drag up and down your heat as he teased you, playing with your slit. He wrapped his mouth around your clit sucking gently on the bud and pressing the flat of his tongue against your clit he didn’t give you enough that would make you cum only enough to build you up. Pulling back after a while he pressed the head of the vibrator against your clit watching you squirm and moan out for him, it was a turn on and definitely making him harder than he ever thought possible.

Minho moved to shove his tongue into your pussy, moaning against you to let the vibrations ring out against your body. He flicked his tongue in and out of you hard and fast, curving it and letting the juices slid down his chin. Your taste was something like water, a little sweetness to it that he could taste all day and be satisfied. Burying his head into your pussy he grazed it against your walls, letting your legs squeeze around his head and pull him closer. After some time, he pulled back from your dripping folds only to press down on of your legs against the bed, letting the spit gather in his mouth he opened his mouth letting the spit fall down onto your opening getting you wetter. Then he did it again this time letting it press against your tight asshole. He moved to flick his tongue in and out of your asshole licking up the spit that had trailed inside of you. Burning with embarrassment you jerked harder at the cuffs trying to get free to pull him away. He changed the setting of the vibrator to medium quickly sliding it up and down your clit with his hand wrapped around it tightly he moved it causing you to lay back against the bed and cry out for pleasure, your body on fire limbs tightening as your stomach got tightened up. He pulled back from your asshole after eating you out kissing up your body slowly. He created dark spots onto your stomach and parted thighs marking you as his finally. He moved the vibrator from your pussy he moved it to sit on the bed. He slid three fingers into you causing you to wince as he jammed them in and out of you, he thrusted them quickly in and out of you curving them he pushed them deep inside of you. He shook his hand side to side, pressing the head of the vibrator back against you. He watched your body convulse for him, moving his fingers faster with a growl he was instantly satisfied when he saw the clear liquid coming out of you. Squirting all over your sheets you cried out in pleasure, his name leaving your lips around your dampen panties. He groaned letting his arm get wet as well as your hips jerked up harshly and you rode his fingers. Minho pulled them from you licking off the liquid eyes blazed he was needy for you his desire swelling up to the point of no return. He climbed off the bed turning off the vibrator he undressed himself and your eyes sucked in his body every ounce of his skin, his taught abs that you wanted to lick across always. until he was start naked and straddling your neck. Pulling the panties from your mouth he slid your mouth open letting his hardened tip rest against your plump lips. He was so big the veins you could feel on your bottom lip. Your tongue coming out to flick against his tip he moaned out in pleasure nodding his head because that’s what he wanted. You continued to tease him only flicking your tongue up and down his tip digging your pink muscle into the flesh and pulling out his precum. Minho growled sliding his hips forward burying his shaft into your mouth. He started to face fuck you one hand grabbing at your hair he pushed your head down on his thrusted his hips forward moaning your name out. His head rolled back as he lost himself at the pleasure of fucking your throat raw. The sound of your choking, the spit falling down from your chin, he reached back to slap at your pussy with one hand his balls slapped at your chin. He felt his stomach tightening as he got closer but he slowed down, rolling his hips against your throat he brought up his free hand to pinch your nose cutting off your breath for a bit. Snapping his hips forward he buried himself down your throat feeling you swallow around his dick with what energy you had left. Seeing your eyes drop he pulled back from you letting you cough and breath with your chest heaving.

He moved back between your legs, wrapping them around your waist, he gripped his dick at the base rubbing the tip up and down your dripping entrance. Slowly he pushed inside of you groaning as he buried himself into you. He made sure he gave you every inch watching as your lips flew open and you gave a silent cry of pleasure. He ground his hips against yours not pulling back causing tiny moans to fall from your lips as he felt the insides of your walls.

“So fucking tight..” He groaned as he pulled out until only his tip was remaining, pushing forward slowly he buried himself at a slow pace wanting to drag it out of you. Watching your pretty face contort in pleasure that was all he needed along with your moans and occasionally moans of his name. He reached down to lick across your hardened breast biting gently on the buds and letting his teeth scrape against the skin as he looked up at you with hooded eyes. His hands moving to grab at your ass cheeks gripping onto the flesh he slapped your ass cheeks drawing even more moans from your lips.

“H-harder.” You cried out softly feeling he was being too soft.

“Harder?” He asked and you nodded your head. He growled snapping his hips forward burying himself inside of you, he let his hand come back to cup your cheek before he slapped the flesh again earning moans of approval from you. He gave you a few slaps before he was slamming two fingers into your mouth and pulling your chin down. He groaned watching you rolling his hips in a circle he made sure to push as deep as he could.

“My fucking dirty little slut. Look at how good you’re taking daddy’s dick. I never would’ve thought this sweet little pussy could handle so much.” He praised feeling your walls clamp down on him. “Tell me I’m the best you ever had.” He rasped out holding your eye contact. When you didn’t do what he asked he pulled out of you and flipped you on your stomach with the cuffs still intact. Pushing you up on your knees he spread your legs wide with his entering you once again. He started to thrust harder into you, reaching your spot from this angle his hands slapped at your ass cheeks turning them red with his hand print. He bit up your back slowly creating more marks. “Say it.” He demanded, missing your spot-on purpose. He wasn’t going to give into you, and it felt so good, you couldn’t keep holding it in.

“You’re the best I ever had Minho! Oh God!” You cried out arching your back when he started to slam harder into you his hips snapping against yours.

“Whose dirty little slut are you?” He asked gripping at your hands as he used his hips to knock you back down against the bed. Not pulling out he continued to grind his hips hard against your ass feeling your walls clamp down on him.

“I’m yours! All yours Minho!” You nodded your head as he destroyed your walls your responses becoming incoherent as you took deep breaths. Your stomach tightened and you knew from how you were shaking you were close and so did he.

“Beg.” He commanded sucking a hickey on your neck.

“Please Minho! Please fucking ruin my pussy let me cum Minho! I want to be your dirty little slut and release my cum all over your dick please daddy.” The last phrase slid out but you didn’t care you just wanted him to know how you felt. Nodding his head against your skin he moaned against your ear.

“Cum for daddy Y/N.” The way he moaned your name in that instance had you cumming onto his shaft, your body shaking under him and pussy clamping tightly around his dick squeezing him. He continued to moan and grunt against your ear from the feeling burying his load inside of you a few thrusts later. Your back arched and you whined feeling the warm cum exploding inside of your wet insides and sliding out of your sore pussy. He slowed down to give you lazy thrusts before he pulled out of you slowly. He watched his cum slide out of you and moving to uncuff you he went to get a towel and clean your body off slowly. Once he was done he pulled you onto his chest kissing your lips sweetly grabbing your chin he looked you in the eyes.

“I’m sorry for all the hurt I caused you. I thought about that argument every day after it happened. I only wanted to hurt you so that you would stay away. I knew you loved me but I was so scared since we were both new to relationships we would hurt one another. I would hurt you. And I didn’t want that.. But I always thought about you and only you got me through being with her. Especially fucking her, her moans were obnoxious. He admitted wrinkling his nose. But I may have liked seeing you all jealous as well. It was cute, but if you would let me. Let’s try this again? Even it takes time.” He admitted with soft eyes. You soaked all his words in before you made your decision nodding your head you pecked his lips.

“I have only ever wanted you. And that will never change Minho, no matter what we go through.” 

Iwaoi fluff Headcanons.

I am an absolute hoe for Iwa [and Oikawa I guess] Ask anyone of my mutuals or my friends, they know. Be it his personality, character, quirks; no matter what people may thik of him, I love this boy with my life. Also, Iwaoi is my absolute favourite ship, and since I need something to do while I suffer from writer’s block for chapter 2 of Drowning in my Demons, have this post dedicated to my precious cinnamon buns. So, if you love Iwa [And his Tofu-nugget] as much as I do, sit back and enjoy these little headcanons I came up with.


  • Iwa is definitely the cuddly-type. He loves snuggling in bed, hugging his Godzilla plushie when he’s alone while having some popcorn watching movies. Occasionally, he falls asleep mid-way through the movie, but that’s a rare feat, when this happens, his mom tends to laugh it off and help tuck him snuggly into his bed. However, when Oikawa comes over and they share a bed, he is the small spoon while Tooru is the big spoon. He always ends up nuzzling into the bigger’s chest, and Tooru lovingly stroking his hair. He secretly takes photographs of the raven and sets it as his wallpaper.
  • When reversed and Iwa sleeps over at Oikawa’s house, he never brings his own clothes. I get that people usually see Oikawa to be the type to steal Iwa’s clothes, but for me, I imagine Iwa to mock Tooru’s dreadful fashion sense but steal his hoodies anyway. Tooru has no complaints and lets his boyfriend do what he wants; he secretly loves it because Haji just looks good in over-sized clothes.  
  • Also, bonus, Iwa smacking Tooru with the long-ass sleeves rather than headbutting him. Tooru retaliates by tickling Hajime till he gives in. They collapse onto the bed and Tooru apologises with forehead kisses.
  • When Iwa wakes up, he can barely open his eyes, he expects Tooru to be in bed with him, so when he isn’t, he will very softly call for him. Tooru finds it adorable and showers him with kisses. But when they do wake up in bed together, he will cuddle as close as he can to Oikawa who would probably be using his phone.
  • Tooru trying the face-swap filter on snapchat with Iwa, and casually saying, “These would be what our children would like.” Iwa is a fucking mess and Oikawa is laughing so hard. Also, Oikawa has at least 341 pictures of Iwa with the puppy filter, the fact that he’s eyes are closed most of the time makes it a hundred times funnier. He sends them to Mattsun and Makki, and even those two find Iwa adorable. 
  • Hajime trying to get out of bed but Tooru won’t let him. He’s using kisses and cuddles as a distraction.
  • My headcanon is that Tooru gets sick easily because of how much milkbread he eats. He most commonly gets a flu or a bad cold but they quickly go away after a few days. As for Hajime, he hardly falls ill, but when he does, it’s the most heartbreaking thing. Once he was running an abnormally high fever and had to stay overnight at the hospital? Oikawa spent an entire day trying to perfect a soup and his favourite Agedashi Tofu before bringing it to the raven. Iwa is extremely thankful and promises him kisses when he gets better.
  • Iwa has a dwarf bunny that he loves with all he has, instead of calling it Godzilla, he calls it Tofu because of how white and fragile she is. She was actually a present from his mom as a replacement for not getting him a puppy; he doesn’t mind and is just happy he has something to take care of. He spends hours grooming her fur in his bed and sometimes, she accompanies him as he watches a movie. Iwa has trained her to sit and lie down and even hop. She is also incredibly intelligent given the fact that she will squeak for attention. She is a good bunny and loves Tooru as well, Iwaizumi’s mom jokingly said it’s like Tofu is their shared child.
  • Oikawa’s and Iwaizumi’s mother sharing cute things their sons did for the other. How Hajime was learning to make milkbread to give it to Tooru on his birthday, and how Oikawa had suggested building a blanket fort before watching Godzilla together. They are close friends and the biggest shippers.
  • When they have the house to themselves, Iwa is the one preparing breakfast, Tooru tries distracting him with a lot of kissing and hugs from behind and now the pancakes are burning. They have a heated make-out session on the countertop before they actually realise the smell of smoke.
  • They take baths in the bathtub together. They end up having a splash war and wetting the entire bathroom. Sometimes Iwa sits in Oikawa’s lap while the brunette washes his hair and hugs him. He also takes this rare chance to leave a few hickies. 
  • Blanket forts being their childhood tradition. Oikawa decorating the blanket fort with fairy lights and throwing in as many pillows as he could possibly find. When Iwa comes over, he has his laptop all prepared with their favourite snacks. Oikawa likes watching Iwa quote lines from the movie, Hajime has no idea he’s paying more attention to him than the actual movie. And it’s best if it stays that way.
  • Hardcore Mario kart wars, there is no fluff, only profanities, cusses and death.
  • Oikawa will tease Hajime with his cereal by holding the box as high as he can, he has lanky limbs so Iwa can’t reach them. As payback, he sneaks out while Oikawa is sleeping before getting a cup of cold water and pouring it on his face, not forgetting to say, “WHO’S THE SHORT ONE NOW ASSHOLE??”
  • Hajime has freckles all over his body; and sometimes he’s really insecure about them. Tooru assures him it’s fine and makes sure to kiss all of them.
  • Look me in the goddamn eye and tell me these two don’t sit together on the bus to training camps and shit. Because I swear, they will sit together and even share ear pieces, sometimes they doze off and fall asleep, Iwa usually resting on Oikawa’s broader shoulders.
  • Iwa likes collecting succulents and small plants. He displays them on his desk or by his window-sill. He gives them names and Tooru thinks it’s both funny and cute.
  • Have some cute flustered Iwa when Tooru calls him babe in front of the team. And also, the entire team letting out whoops and cheers and Iwa just wants to hide in a hole. Sometimes they stare at each other like love-struck idiots and the Matsuhana duo use this amazing opportunity to tease them. Tooru coming up from behind to give Hajime a surprise kiss.
  • Tooru finding every excuse to hold Hajime’s hand, and Iwa giving in.
  • They once went to build-a-bear together and made a stuffed crocodile that Iwa for some odd reasons says is a Zoey. Iwa has it next to his Godzilla plushie.
  • Having so many cheesy dates. A picnic date, stargazing, to the aquarium, the zoo, a waterpark. These two have the cutest most romantic dates and everyone is jealous. Bonus if they get each other presents.
  • Iwa tackling the fuck out of Oikawa after not having seen him for months. Tooru laughs and tries his best to force out a “Did you miss me?” as Iwa lays on his chest. IWaizumi saying in a dead-serious tone, “Of course I did.”
  • During winter, they like cuddling by the fireplace, Iwa is mumbling on about how flippin cold it is, and Tooru just watching him go on endearingly. They have a huge blanket out and everything along with some hot cocoa. Half-way during their cuddling session, Tooru starts kissing Hajime’s neck. He heats up and ask what the hell is he doing and Tooru just smirking saying he’s helping him warm up. Hajime is upset cause it worked.
  • Hajime has cute soft sneezes.
  • Before they fall asleep, Tooru likes singing for Iwa. Some of his favourites are You are my Sunshine, Can’t help falling in love and All of the stars. He may not have the best voice but Iwa loves it either way.
  • When Iwa starts falling asleep, Tooru quietly whispers a sweet “I love you” before dozing off too.

I’m dedicating this to some of the few friends I’ve made here, [I’m so sorry if you don’t consider me to be one] and just overall really sweet people.

@aunnoo , @rosaliaisabawse , @exella@trashytacosan

hurtful words (pt. 3)

summary; both Shawn and Y/N may still be fighting for each other, but it’s a matter of if time is working with or against them

p.s. shout out to the one and only @mendes2k17 for helping me develop the plot,, it actually helped me write a huge part of this bahaha

p.p.s. if you haven’t read part 1&2 to this series, now would be a good time to or else this will make almost no sense and of course, your heart won’t hurt as much if you haven’t read the other two parts before this bahaha

PART ONE || PART TWO ||  PART FOUR

MASTERLIST || REQUEST


four months after the breakup

Breakups. You’ve been through some before you and Shawn’s. Multiple in fact. So why does this particular heartbreak hurt as if it’s your first? Maybe it was because you guys were going so strong. Or maybe because he treated you so good that it just felt right to be in his arms. You could tell yourself that everyday, but deep down you knew it was because you were still in love with him. So deeply in love with him that these past four months and nine days have been misery. You’ve never spent such a long period of time in pure agony. 

They all asked what the worst part of your breakup was, and although you answered with ‘I miss Shawn,’ it was really that even with everything he put you through – the trauma, the pain, you’d still take him back. It hurt even more to know that he was probably over you, your thoughts confirmed by the last time you saw him at the club. You regretted even bringing up the break, but you regretted not doing anything to fix it even more.

Tonight was one of those nights where you wouldn’t leave your bed. After the first two months that you stayed with your parents, they eventually kicked you out claiming that you’d do nothing but party and sleep. They were right about you doing nothing with your life anymore, but it was hard to when you were in a constant cycle of drinking to forget the pain and sleeping to avoid the hangover and hurt as much as possible. Your friends did try to help you, but they eventually gave up soon after, too.

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The Sound

*You hear his voice on some poor quality cover he totally used his laptop mic to record, but now you’re in love with everything he uploads. Litlle did you know he is a regular in the vinylshop you work at who flirts with you shamelessly, but you’re loyal to mystery boy.


Character: Haechan, Reader

Pairing: Haechan/Reader

Genre: Angsty // Fluff // Soundcloud!AU

Word Count: 4.8K


You had stumbled upon his profile sometime late in the night (early in the morning) when your eyes were failing you and your taste was becoming musty with sleep. You were trying to find some antidote to lull you to sleep as your usual concoction of hot chocolate and Tylenol P.M. was lacking at its job. You had an oral report in the next few hours and you were practically begging your body to be well rested so you didn’t slur your speech in the middle of a presentation about America’s faults during WWII.

You hadn’t paid much mind to the song creator, your focus had reached a steady lull by then, but you had clicked on the title Everything’ll Change because you were hopeful your alertness would change to REM cycles. You had closed your eyes as the beat started, burying your hands underneath your dark gray blanket as you breathed in the down linen myth you achieved with downy weekly.

The sound had caught you off guard, your hazed emotions and senses reeling you back to attention as a honey-filtered voice scratched over a stripped track. The quality was nothing to be proud of, but the liquid of his voice flowed still- strong and confident as a faint static caught the background, almost as if it was recorded in the middle of the night with a fan turned into the mic. You melted under the docile nature of his tone, hearing the raw power and emotional connection through your Soundcloud free-trial as if you were listening to his own handcrafted mix that he tagged especially for you.

You slept well after that.

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THINK TO ME, LIKE LOVERS DO –  3.4k


“Come on, Derek, just let us in, okay? We can’t help you if you don’t let us in!”

Scott banged on the loft door again, the metallic clank echoing around the spacious room, but Derek did not get up to open it. Instead he stayed pressed against the wall of windows, as far away as he could possibly get.

“How would that possibly help, Scott?” he called back. “The closer you are, the worse it gets!”

Even from this distance he could still hear whispers, brushing up against his mind, thankfully indistinct enough to be ignored for the moment. Earlier, in the sorcerer’s lair, the voices had been loud and persistent and completely inescapable at close range. This was better. Obviously it wasn’t a perfect solution, but at least he was no longer hearing things he didn’t want to hear.

Normally, Derek liked to think of himself as a cautious person. Maybe not in all aspects of his life, but on the whole Derek prefered to think before he acted and thereby not act in stupid ways. So what the hell he had been thinking toying with unidentified magical artefacts found in the home of the malicious sorcerer they had spent a week tracking down and eliminating, he couldn’t say. Judging by the suddenly-audible thoughts of everyone around him in the moment the pendant had started glowing and whistling, he hadn’t been thinking at all.

So now here he was, behind the locked door of his loft, hiding from anyone and everyone whose mind he might involuntarily invade. Because that was his luck.

“We need to figure out what exactly is going on,” Scott argued in that annoyingly reasonable tone of his. “If Deaton can determine what curse it is—if it’s even a curse! It might not be! But if he can do that, then he can work on reversing it. But he can’t do that from all the way out here.”

Derek gritted his teeth against a snarl. He didn’t want to be within a mile of anyone else right now. He didn’t want to hear what other people thought of him; he had long had his suspicions on that matter, and the last thing he needed was confirmation of those depressing facts. But Scott had a point. If he didn’t want to live the rest of his miserable life as an unwilling telepath, Deaton was his best shot.

“Fine,” he bit out. “But for the love of all that is holy, Scott, try to keep your mind off Allison.

The mental images Derek had from the ten seconds between the onset of the curse and when everyone else had realized what was happening had scarred him for life.

With every step he took toward the door, the voice in Derek’s ear got that much louder, strangely light and insubstantial in a way that was hard to define but made it obvious even without seeing Scott’s closed mouth that the words weren’t being spoken out loud.

I don’t think about Allison that much, do I? Just because her hair smells good and she was wearing that shirt today with the — like the blue one better, it makes her look like — probably stay over at her place tonight if her dad doesn’t try to shoot me again — need to take milk home to mom, though, don’t forget —

Derek yanked open the door and immediately backed away, hoping that even a few feet would make the thoughts less demanding. He was thoroughly caught off guard to see Deaton standing quietly at Scott’s side; he couldn’t hear a single thought from the man. When Derek turned his attention on him, he just got a very strong impression of a brick wall.

Deaton smiled that cryptic little smile of his, like he was the one reading minds now.

“A mental block,” he said. “A technique for shielding the mind, perfected through years of practice and meditation.”

“Like Occlumency?” Derek asked.

“Not unlike it,” Deaton said easily. “Sadly, not something that can be picked up by novices in a few hours.”

Well, there went his last hope.

Derek let himself be tugged down onto his own couch by Deaton and sent up a prayer of thanks when Scott took the hint to not crowd him. That didn’t stop him from catching stray thoughts— really should get some curtains or something, this place is depressing — smells like sad in here, god, I hate chemosignals —but it was better than a constant deluge of them.

There was some poking and prodding, some following the light exercises, and some sort of obscure, extrasensory magical goings-on before Deaton sat back with another almost-reassuring smile.

“It’s not a permanent spell,” he said, “nor a complex one. However, it is one that requires the source to be destroyed.”

“The source?” Derek asked. “The sorcerer is already dead. Why am I still being subjected to this?”

“By source, I mean the artefact in which the curse was contained,” Deaton clarified. “Luckily, we have the artefact on hand. Now it’s only a matter of destroying it.”

“How long should that take?” Scott asked.

“Shouldn’t be long,” Deaton said, standing up and dusting off his lab coat. “A week or two at the most.”

“A week or two?” Derek repeated, horrified.

Don’t know why he’s so upset by that, we go weeks without seeing him anyway — kind of a hermit, honestly — oh god, he can hear me, can’t he, fuck —

“It’ll be fine,” Scott said bracingly, and Derek had a strong urge to punch him in the face. Luckily, Scott seemed to sense it and started hastily backing up toward the door, thumbing over his shoulder. “Deaton will get you fixed up in no time! In the meantime, I’ll just get out of your hair.”

“Please do,” Derek muttered.

The silence, when Scott and Deaton were gone and the door shut firmly behind them, seemed emptier than it usually did, but Derek was grateful for it nonetheless.

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12x19 Deconstruction: Part II - The Mixtape Exchange


(A MIXTAPE, GUYS. A GODDAMN MIXTAPE!)

So, yeah, there really wasn’t anything else I could possibly call this piece of dialogue, was there? Nope. Let’s set the scene:

Dean is at his computer. There’s a knock on the door. Cas opens it, pauses, and what we learn from this, by the way, is that Cas was waiting for a response and when he didn’t get one he proceeded inside, thinking Dean wasn’t there. What does this visual exposition tell us?

a) Dean’s bedroom is not off limits to Cas if Dean’s not there, because there’s trust
b) Cas didn’t come to the room looking for Dean

The reason Cas goes to Dean’s room is to get the Colt - the mixtape is just his excuse. So, then, what an utterly beautiful tool of exposition this innocent piece of prop becomes, and how incredibly well it’s used to highlight exactly what the problem has always been in this relationship: the lack of fucking communication. In fact, not only does the mixtape highlight the lack of communication, it goes further as it turns that problem on it’s head completely when, suddenly, both of these men open up to each other. And the fact that Cas is there on a mission, that he’s effectively playing Dean, doesn’t take away from all the truth that is in this exchange as well. Not that there’s complete honesty. Not just yet, but it’s coming. Oh, it’s absolutely on the horizon. It has to be. And this exchange is, as so many others, riddled with subtext which makes the interpretation of it layered to the extreme, but what I have on offer today is my take. So, here goes:

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Chamber of Secrets - Part 17

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: I’m back!!!!! I just submitted my final draft to my supervisor tonight and I’m celebrating with this! It feels great to have words flowing out smoothly again. I hope you guys enjoy this one. 

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BTS reaction to their GF being a crybaby

Anonymous said :

HI! Can i request? If so, can i request bts reaction to their girlfriend being a cry baby? + a short scenario pls! Thank you! (((-: <3


Hi cutie~thanks for requesting ! .. here’s your requested reaction and I hope you like it >< .

Jin :

As a young girl ,one of your dreams was to learn how to drive .. and your boyfriend Jin was there to stand by and help you to get your driving license .As your hands were holding the steering wheel with nervous ,you hoped that time not to make a disaster and hit someone .. or something .You could feel how your body was super taut as the wheel began to be slippery because of your sweaty palms .

“Y/N .. try to relax !” Jin said ..smiling with admiring eyes .

“Ohhh ..say is easier than deed !” you said as your eyes were locked on the gas pedal ,so concentrated on it ,so you weren’t even looking at the road in front of you ..till Jin raised up his voice and shouted out your name .

“Y/N …WATCH OUT !” Jin’s shout blew your mind as your leg moved automatically to the breaks ,and stopped the car ,which made both of you rush forward roughly .

“you were about to run over the cat !” he sighed .

Just by staring in front of you ,your brain was off as you couldn’t find a way out of this situation but crying ,your eyes started tearing up with no control ,as his shout was repeated over and over again in your head ,and you could clearly see the scene again in front of your eyes .But the only thing that made you take a big breath to start sobbing is Jin calling you ten times before grabbing you to his chest ,patting on your head and saying :

“Shshsh ..it’s ok ..nothing happened ..everything is find ..calm down !”.

Suga :

You knew he was cold , savage .. mean ,and you knew too that he was that warm to care about you and never showing it ,but unfortunately ..sometimes you were forgetting that he never meant his jokes ,and he says them just to annoy you .

“Baby .. what do you think ?” you said ..as you walked out of your room ,wearing a new dress to show  .

“ oh ,nice ..” he said after taking a fast glance and locking his eyes back on the screen .

“What ? ..do I look that awful ?” you pouted .

“You want my real opinion ?” he raised up his eyebrow ,so you shake your head ,not that ready to hear a rough comment .

“I think you gained some weight lately “ he scanned you from head to toes ..then back to the screen .Yes you knew he was going to comment with a bad joke but you couldn’t hold back your tears ..and began to sob loudly .As he rolled his eyes and bite his lower lip ,Yoongi ran to you and hugged you tightly, then looked deep in your eyes .. wiping up your tears .

“How can’t you not to get used to my jokes ? .. I’m sorry ..and you know something ? ..you look amazing !” .

Rap Monster :

Dating Namjoon meant to be prepared for any surprising accidents ,any sudden falls ..and any unwanted scratches .One day ,you received a call from him ,as he wanted to cancel the date due to an important thing happened .

“important ? ..you usually - ..you usually say what happened ..but- .. but- ..did I do something wrong ?” you said as you imagined him breaking up with you ,just remembering that all your friends suffered from a cold boyfriend before breaking up ,and now your love canceled a date ? .. that must be the end (or that’s just what your mind told you! ) .

“ohh no babe .. I just broke my ankle while dancing .. and the doctor said not to move for a couple of days ..” he said with a nervous tone .

“you- ..you what ?” with a shaky voice you said ,trying to take a breath and realize what he just said ,maybe because you couldn’t wash away the idea of breaking up ,and now he just broke his ankle ? . Your sobs were able to be heard by the other side as you said :

“are- .. are you ok ?” ..he let out a confused short laugh .

“babe .. why are you crying now ? ..yes I’m ok ,but really ..there’s no need for crying now ! ..”

“you broke your ankle ! ” ..you said as the tears showered your face ,yes .. you lost control of yourself .

“ohh you are a real pure cutie ..what about you come to the dorm and cuddle with me ? ” he said ,trying to calm you down .

J-hope :

Your face was covered by your hands ,taking fast glances from time to time ,so you won’t get a heart attack all of a sudden .You and Hoseok planned to be courage for one night and watch the new horror movie everybody watched but both of you ,he was next to you ..biting his lip as he held the bowl of popcorn near his face ,to cover it whenever a surprising scene showed up .

“ho- .. honey .. what about we play another movie instead ? ” you said as you looked at him ,catching a chance not to look at the screen .He nodded with a pout on his face ,the background music of the scene was frightening enough to let him lock his eyes on the T.V and wait till he get shocked ..and it didn’t stand for so long till he screamed and threw the bowl on the glassy table which broke it .The sudden crush sound and his fearful behavior scared you to the death ,your screams were louder than his as you buried your face in his chest and held his shirt tightly ,panicked enough to start crying so hard .He didn’t move for a while till he realized what just happened ,turned off the movie and hugged your head ,kissing it many times .

“ohh ..we- .. we should never watch this again ,it was a stupid decision .. ” he wasn’t less scared than you ,because in situations like these ,he could be a crybaby too ! .

Jimin :

You lied your head on his shoulder ,both of you buried you bodies under one blanket ,on one sofa .It was a usual Thursday night ,you used to name it (the movies night ) cuz you are used to ! .That night ,you chose a casual romantic movie ,and you both were taken by every event in it ! .Until ,the actor broke up with his girlfriend in the most heartless way ,and as a sensitive person you are ,your imagination played with you ,thinking when this perfect lover would break up with you .You felt a sudden heartbreak ,blocked you from breathing as an emotional wave was sent into your body which made you start crying silently .

“Y/n ? ..are you ok ?” he paused the movie .

“yeh ..” you wiped your tears ,but that didn’t stop your brain from repeating that scene over and over again .

“no you are not ..tell me ! ” he looked deeply in your eyes .

“I know I would sound silly ,but will you ever break up with my like- ..like this ?” Your sobs became higher and higher .

“ohh ,you ARE silly ! ..come here ..I’ll never leave you ” he smiled ,kissed your forehead and pulled you into a warm hug .

V :

A baby Tae is a baby Tae ,and his pranks are endless ! .For the new joke ,he planned to make you afraid ,so he bought a fake jewelry similar to that one your late grandma had and broke it ! .As you were washing the dishes he stood out of the kitchen door and held the broken glass in his hands .

“I’m sorry ,I didn’t mean to ! ” he acted professionally ,as the regret mask covered his face .

“ohh babe ..what happened ?” you dried your hands and went straight to him ,too look with shocked eyes at the shiny purple broken crystal .

“ohh my God ! ..why ?” you held the peaces and started sobbing super hard .

“ohh she would be super angry up there ! ” he waited a minute before putting the real necklace on the fake one .

“don’t lie .. I got you this time ! ” he said with a boxy smile and loud giggles .You kept staring before starting all over again ,but this time cursing him with tears all over your face .He looked with wondering eyes as you made your way toward your room .

“she overreacted ! ..how am I supposed to make it up now ? ” he pouted as he planned to let you calm down before apologizing .

Jungkook :

Jungkook stared at you in utter confusion as you cried over the death of your Sim character. He chuckled to himself as you begun to whine about it, how could you cry over something so simple was a mystery to him.  

“Can you believe that she died?” You turned to him and he froze, he hoped he was about to say the right thing .

“No, I can’t” he would creep out of the room laughing to shelf hoping that you would eventually stop crying .

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Requests : closed !

thanks Admin A >< .

-Admin K .

Lost In Translation (OT9)

Description: You recently moved in next door to 9 guys. You have befriended Jongin & Yixing but don’t really know the others yet. One morning you wake up in the wrong place and everything starts to change.

Requested: No

Genre: Starts out with fluff, angst and smut to come later

Pairing: Probably everyone x Reader

Author Note: The first couple of chapters set up the background and general storyline, then the pairings and smut will ensue, promise!

Word Count: full fic currently at 38k

Originally posted by damnitsehun

Chapter One & Two  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21


Chapter 1 - A State of Confusion

Chapter 2 - Arrival

Bliss, you were feeling utter bliss. You didn’t remember ever feeling this comfortable, when the hell did your bed become a cloud? You didn’t care and you sure as hell weren’t moving for anyone. There was no possible reason for you to leave the complete and utter comfort you were feeling. You hadn’t been this comfortable in months, not since…well not since you left home. Suddenly your heavenly comfort was interrupted… something was trying to move you. ‘Hmph’ you groaned 'Go away, I’m sooo comfy’ The light shaking got more forceful but you figured if you didn’t yield it would go away. Then the poking started. 'WHAT?!’ You woke up with a start. You sleepily glared at the eyes that were shocked, amused and as usual, confused at your outburst.

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NCT DREAM’s reaction to their crush calling them cute.

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Mark:

You and Mark would be close but you wouldn’t know about Mark’s hidden feelings for you. Haechan knows about his feelings for you but he promised to Mark that he wouldn’t tell anyone until Mark tells you. Mark wouldn’t try to be cute but he did something that you would have found cute, calling him cute because of it. He’ll probably forget what he was doing or saying and would just get shy because we all know he’s the shyest muffin ever. Once back at the dorms, he won’t stop speaking about it to Haechan and Haechan will have to find ways of blocking out his voice because he won’t shut up.

Renjun:

In this case, I think you would know that Renjun had a crush on you, not because of him telling you but it was something easy to catch onto. The way he get’s defensive whenever you call the other members cute. “Ya, they’re not cute.” He would moan. After you called him cute for doing something, he would probably be like Mark and wouldn’t know what to say and become flustered. Very flustered. Just staring at you forever but then acting cool after it.

Jeno:

Even though Jeno is a quiet member, I think you would already know that he had a crush on you just because of the way he becomes flustered near you and forgets all of his words. You’ll call him cute because of this and it would make him even more flustered. Laughing and putting his hand over his face to cover up his rosy cheeks.

Haechan:

We all know Haechan is shameless when it comes to doing aeygo so that’s exactly what he’ll be doing. It won’t be direct to you, you two would be with Mark and Renjun too. However you saw it and found it the cutest thing in the world, so you had to tell him this. Meanwhile, Mark and Renjun are cringing. After you call him cute, he’ll probably shut up for a while trying to process if he heard you correctly. Then he’ll go back to acting cute. rip Mark and Renjun.

Jaemin:

Jaemin could literally just smile and you find it the cutest thing ever but he’s smiling all the time so you can’t call him cute all the time. Instead, he’ll get dared by Jeno to do aeygo, mainly because Jeno knew about his crush on you and he just wanted to shame him up. However, you didn’t find it shameful and just found it another cute thing about him. He’ll be embarrassed after doing it and you’ll reassure him by calling him cute, he’ll then smile. 

Chenle:

He would do it in front of you to cheer you up about something and it would automatically bring your mood up. You would giggle at him for a while before calling him cute. He won’t be shy after being called cute by you but he’ll feel really happy and excited so he’ll carry on being cute. You’ll have to calm him down after a while. Even once calmed down, he’ll still have butterflies flying around him. Once back at the dorm, he’ll keep on reminding himself of it and giggle to himself, making the members think he’s going insane.

Jisung:

Jisung is someone to me who hates aeygo but literally has aeygo in their blood so he can’t do nothing about it. I don’t know if this is just because he’s young and I just view him like that or if it’s because that’s what he’s actually like. He wouldn’t be trying to be cute and will probably just be laughing but you would have to call him cute. He’ll instantly stop laughing and look at you with wide eyes, wondering if what you said was actually what he heard.

The Princess with a Dozen Hooves

There was a shadow in the far-left corner of her eye. He’d been there for as long as she could remember. She’d been trying not to look at him for just as long. She didn’t know what would happen if she looked. She only knew that whenever she came close, she was overwhelmed with a sense of all-consuming dread. The shadow wanted her to look at him, but that only increased her certainty that she shouldn’t.

She knew that he wanted her to look at him because he’d told her. He hadn’t started talking to her until she was twelve.

“I don’t know why you won’t look at me, Princess,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ve been waiting, haven’t I?”

The Princess did not reply. She did not even deign to acknowledge that she’d heard him. She thought that acknowledging him set a bad precedent, and started down a slippery slope toward looking at him. Setting firm boundaries was important.

He was quiet, most of the time. Maybe he thought that if he didn’t say anything, she would forget he was there, and look.

“If I was going to do something bad, wouldn’t I have done it by now?”

When she needed to look to the left, she closed her eyes first, and turned her whole head. The Court thought that it was charming, and looked demure.

“I didn’t need to tell you about that loose step, you know. I could have let you fall. Wouldn’t I have, if I was bad?”

Her sleep was dreamless, and so there could be no shadows.

“You’d be lonely without me. You’ll never know how terrible it is, to be alone.”

She didn’t speak much in crowds, for fear that she’d lose track of whose voice was whose. The Court thought that she was shy.

“You really don’t have anything to cry about. You’re a Princess. Everyone loves you. Doesn’t that make you feel better?”

When she was sixteen, a man who wanted her to marry his son gave her a fairy pony. It could stand in the palm of her hand, with a coat made of moonlight and a mane of sunbeams. Its eyes were all-seeing, and it spoke only truth. She waited until she was alone to try talking to it.

“Is there something in my eye?” she asked.

“No,” it said.

“Are you asking it about me?”

“Do you think there’s something in your eye?” the pony asked.

“I thought there was,” the Princess said, “but it must be in my head.”

“Most important things are,” the pony said, “including your eyes. I’m not actually all-seeing, anyway. I’m just very observant. I’m not sure why he told you that, when it was never going to hold up. You’d think the moonbeams would be enough.”

“So there might be something in my eye, still?” she asked.

“Could be,” the pony said. “You’d be better off asking a witch. I’m just a pony.”

“You’re a very nice pony,” she said.

“Thank you,” it said. “I’m very handsome.”

“You are,” she agreed. “Is his son nice?”

“No,” the pony said. “He says you look like a chipmunk. I think he said it in front of me on purpose. I think he was hoping I’d tell you.”

“I would never say something like that,” the shadow whispered. “I think you’re perfect just the way you are.”

“I know I have buckteeth,” the Princess told the pony, “but I think they add character.”

“They do,” the pony agreed.

“You’re really very pretty,” the shadow whispered.

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Please Don’t - Haechan

*The repetitive notion of you unowrthiness was clawing up inside you, you weren’t good enough for him- you never will be.


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Characters: Haechan, Reader

Pairing: Haechan/Reader

Genre: Angst // Hurt/Comfort

Word Count : 2K


It didn’t take long for you to start throwing yourself into the familiarity of self doubt once you and Donghyuck started dating. You could rack it up to about a solid month of conscience-free bliss before you started looking in the mirror a little too long in the mornings and staring at the girls on the street a little too hard as you walked by. It had been easy enough to block out at first, chalking it up to your dating inexperience and the fact you just wanted to be the best you could be for him. But then, as weeks and months dragged you through a mental mud puddle, you couldn’t ignore the nagging insistence that you were never going to be enough for him.

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Say It (3/8)

Part 1, Part 2 Part 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3.991

Summary: Bucky wakes up. 

Warning: Angst

A/N: Sorry if this chapter is a little off, I love you all so much, and thank you for all the looove <3. I suck at the summary, really do need to find myself something properly! :*   


Bucky vividly remembered the first time he had seen you. Steve had been introducing him to everyone, and when his eyes had zeroed in on you, he felt an instant pull. He didn’t know what it was, but his first guess was your sincere, heartfelt smile. He hadn’t seen anyone smile like that towards him for as far as he could remember, and to see you smile towards him like that just made him want to be near you. When Steve had introduced you, Bucky had hoped to hear if your voice was as sweet as your smile, but you hadn’t said a thing. Instead, you had just continued to smile in his direction, nothing else.

Bucky had been confused but didn’t want to press the matter, he had after all just arrived, and he didn’t want to come off as rude. So he waited, waited until you would help him like every other member of the Avengers did, and you did, the smile you sent his way each day was like the sun rising in the morning sky, slowly lighting up all the dark corners of life. But you never spoke to him. Not once, and even though Bucky never voiced it out loud, he wondered why you didn’t want to speak to him. He knew it wasn’t because you hated him or were afraid of him. If that had been the case, he’s pretty sure you would be running from him every time you saw him, instead of offering him a smile that reached one ear to the other and reflected so beautifully in your eyes. But it was exactly your smile which made him wonder why you never wanted to speak to him. He had tried gathering his guts many times to ask you, but every time the opportunity arose, he found himself afraid of scaring you off. He didn’t want to lose seeing that smile every day, so he kept quiet, returning your warm smile every day, hoping you would approach him one day.

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