i wonder when you all will get sick of these bed selfies

Pure Panic // Jackson Wang

Originally posted by kookihyunnie

Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Drama, slight Angst

Summary; Jackson receives confusing, devastating news that you’ve been severely injured, so he gets on the next flight back to Korea to try and find you.

Reminder; (Y/F/N) = Your Full Name

Reminder; (Y/L/N) = Your Last Name

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AUs and Prompts List

So I just gathered some prompts and AUs that I really like. Take your pick!


  1. Imagine your OTP exchanging gifts for the first time during the holidays, maybe both a little nervous that the other won’t like their gift. It turns out that neither has any reason to be anxious; both love the other’s gift and kisses are exchanged along with each present.

  2. Imagine person A of your OTP relentlessly flirting with B in public, just to see B blush.

  3. Imagine your OTP studying together, and for every question answered right, somebody has to take off a piece of clothing.

  4. Imagine Person A keeps having nightmares about Person B. They don’t know what disturbs them more— how scary the dreams are, or how arousing they are.

  5. Person A has given up on love. Nope. Love is not for them. Forget that…. And then they meet person B and think; “Annnd this is the asshole who will ruin everything.”

  6. Imagine your OTP is wrestling over the remote.

  7. Imagine Person A of your OTP seeing Person B with bed hair for the first time, and being totally blown away by how cute/hot/etc. they look with their hair being a huge mess. Bonus: if Person A gets flustered when Person B pokes fun at them for liking it.

  8. Imagine your OTP intertwining their fingers together while they’re in bed.

  9. Imagine your OTP have a morning class together and person A always walks in late and has obviously just woken up and person B thinks that the grumpy person who sits in front of him is the cutest thing ever.

  10. Person A leaving thigh hickeys on person B.

  11. Imagine your OTP stuck in an elevator after they’ve had a fight. 

  12. Imagine your OTP getting in a fight and one of them yelling that they love the other one and then it gets really quiet.
  13. Imagine person A of your OTP scaring person B (during Halloween) on accident so badly that they cry.

  14. Imagine your OTP cuddling under a blanket on a cold winter night. Person A gently wrapping their arms around Person B and lightly kissing down their neck making Person B shiver from something other than the cold outside.

  15. Imagine your OTP running into each other under the mistletoe. Person A blushes and goes to suggest that they don’t have to kiss but Person B cuts them off with a kiss.

  16. Imagine person A of your OTP wearing person B’s clothes.

  17. Imagine person A walking out of the bathroom after a shower, half-naked and wreathed in steam, and B immediately dropping whatever they were holding. Bonus if it’s an animal which gives them the stink eye before slinking away.

  18. Imagine your OTP as teachers at the same school who are always flirting and have their students shipping them without realizing it.

  19. Imagine person A of your OTP coming home from the gym all sweaty. Person B sees this and gets instantly turned on.

  20. Imagine your OTP moving in together. They’re unpacking each other’s boxes when they find, ah, interesting things they didn’t know the other person owned.

  21. Imagine your OTP finding fanfic of each other, either separately or together. Alternately, imagine Person A writing fanfic of them and Person B finding it/finding out about it, or they both write it and find each other’s.

  22. Imagine your OTP waking up at the same time for a midnight snack and Person B scares Person A on accident.

  23. Imagine your OTP living together. The air conditioner breaks during the hottest week of summer and your OTP has to figure out how to stay cool. Alternately, the heating breaks during the coldest week of winter and your OTP has to figure out how to stay warm.

  24. Imagine your OTP not having enough blankets for both of them and sharing. It takes some doing, but they settle comfortably into each other’s arms and fall asleep listening to each other’s heartbeat, smelling their hair, feeling the rise and fall of their breath. The next morning, they’re still in the same position.

  25. Imagine your OTP living in a dorm. Person A thinks that person B is kinda cute, but otherwise doesn’t feel much for them. Person A goes to borrow a textbook from person B and walks in on person B in their pajamas with their hair all messed up and person A thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

  26. Imagine person B of your otp uses person A as a pillow.

  27. Imagine person A of your otp goes to a bookstore and spends hours just looking at books and person B sees them and falls in love with how passionate they are and how geeky they are.

  28. Imagine person A of your otp is reading a book late at night and person B can’t sleep so they ask person A to read to them so person A starts reading out loud and a few minutes later person B is completely knocked out and person A gives them a kiss on their forehead.

  29. Imagine Persons A and B of your OTP both go to a private school. Person A is really studious and innocent, like never been kissed type thing. In contrast, Person B got kicked out of their old school for sleeping with a teacher. One day Person B sees Person A in the hall and decides that ‘corrupting’ Person A will be their personal mission this school year. Up to you whether or not they succeed.

  30. Imagine person A of your otp is waiting at a restaurant for their date and is obviously being stood up and person B notices this, just before person A gets sick of waiting and gets up to leave person B sits with them, and even though they aren’t who person A was waiting for they end up having a lot of fun and hooking up.

  31. “Bonding solely via eye contact over that annoying person on our plane that we’re both slowly becoming more and more exasperated about” au.

  32. “Constantly fighting for the best seat in the library/coffee shop/whatever” au.

  33. “We are both stuck in the dorm common room because their respective roommates needed ‘alone time’” au.

  34. “I was walking by the roller coasters and someone’s shoe flew off and hitme in the head” au.

  35. “You just caught me reading hardcore smut fan fiction during class and you’re wondering how I can read this with a blank face” au.

  36. “I sent a selfie of myself in the tub to the wrong number and you responded back with another selfie. Holy shit you’re really attractive.” au.

  37. “Now or Never kiss” au.

  38. Being on the brink of admitting their feelings for each other but then getting interrupted.

  39. Both of them being the best friends that everyone just assumes is a couple and no one is even surprised when they announce they’re official because 'wtf do you mean you weren’t before?’

  40. “I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting" au.

insecure | jughead jones (riverdale)

Originally posted by netflixuniversity

request: could you do an imagine where the reader feels insecure and distances herself from jughead and it’s all cute and fluffy at the end when he’s convincing her he loves her and stuff. love your blog too x

it was the first time you were meeting your boyfriends friends and you were beyond nervous.

you’d live in the trailer next to the jones’ your whole life and you knew what the town thought of the folk from this side of the tracks so you were left to wonder if jughead’s friends would be so kind to a south side serpent.

you found yourself chewing your lip, what you did when you felt anxious and insecure. you stood in front of your wardrobe trying to file through something to wear that didn’t scream south side.

“knock knock” you turn on your heels revealing your boyfriend slumped against your door wearing his signature denim jacket and beanie along with his famous jones smirk.

“hey juggie” you smile softly anxiety carrying in your words as you turn back forward jugheads arms snaking around your waist at some attempt to comfort your nervousness

“c'mere” he mumbles into you hair as you lean back into him sighing as you allow your eyes to close feeling the warmth of his strong arms around you.

“your going to be fine, i promise” he places a kiss on your forehead as he spins you to face him, your eyes looking up into his.

“i don’t think i can do this” i whisper pushing yourself away from the boy trying to put as much distance as you could possibly muster

he sighs slipping his hands into his jean pockets “im feeling a little-” you pause producing a small and hardly believable cough “sick”

he sighs rolling his eyes “i think i might just stay in bed maybe i can meet them some other time?” disappointment grows in his features as you move toward your bed laying yourself down

he never knew how to help you when you felt insecure so he just nodded moving toward your bed to kiss you his hands lingering on your hair

“i’ll bring you back something to eat yeah?” you nod blinking away the tears building up in your eyes smiling softly at the brunette “ill see you later jug”

he pauses at the door turning around to face you “i love you (y/n) and i know you think they’ll judge you but i promise you it doesn’t matter to them- it doesn’t matter to me”

and with that he turns and see’s himself out of your small trailer regret in his steps as he leaves his girlfriend in bed and makes his way over to pops to break the bad news to his friends

after several minutes of flicking through channels on the tv trying to find something decent to watch until jughead came back with burgers your phones buzzes from your night stand

it was a photo from jughead, it was a selfie of him on his walk going cross eyed as his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

a giggle falls from your mouth as you type a reply setting your phone back up on your night stand focusing back onto the tv

you fiddle with your blanket contemplating getting out of bed until you finally throw your covers off changing quickly and grabbing your phone and purse before starting your journey to popular diner

you enter the small diner your leather jacket catching the red neon lights as the bell dings, you glance over to see your boyfriend to engrossed in his laptop to even notice you walk in

you glance to the older man behind the till “i was hoping you’d show up, he seemed unhappy when he showed up stag” i give the man a smile sliding a $5 bill into the tip jar before moving over to the booth occupied by jughead and his friends.

you didn’t even get half way when jughead looked up and caught your gaze jumping from the booth and rushing over to engulfing you in a hug “you came” he smiles into your ear placing a small kiss underneath it

“for you” you whisper back taking his hand as he walks you toward his friends, we stop in front of the booth anxiety swallowing you whole as they all look at you

“guys this is (y/n) my girlfriend-” he pauses smiling at you “and babe this is archie, betty and-” he’s cut off by the raven haired girl.

“veronica lodge, and i love your jacket” she smiles sweetly sitting back down in the booth “thank you veronica” you smile glancing to jughead as he ushers you into the booth sitting yourself between the red headed boy and your boyfriend

you were lost in conversation when you felt jughead’s eyes on your pure love left in his eyes and he watches you smile and laugh with his closet friends

you sip your milkshake turning to your boyfriend leaning into his chest happiness swelling in your heart as your anxiety starts to fade feeling more and more safe as you sit in your booth with jughead and your new found friends

it didn’t matter that you lived on the south side, it didn’t matter that your dad was a serpent like jughead’s. nothing matter anymore and that was the closet you could ever get to being worry free

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Dirty Laundry | Part 2

Summary: A run in with Jack in the elevator leaves both of you feeling a certain type of way

Word Count : 1445

Originally posted by mrs-jack-maynard

“Don’t you think you’re being a little ridiculous right now?”

Annie’s head snapped up to glare at her boyfriend as he leant against the kitchen counter, her eyes narrowing at him over the rim of her glasses as she continued to cut up the chicken for their dinner. 

“No I don’t, I think I’m perfectly warranted in keeping your brother and his dirty dick away from Evie,” she grumbled at him.

“What do you think he’s gonna do to her?!” he groaned exasperatedly, running a hand through his hair as he looked over at his girlfriend. All week he had been listening to Jack go on and on about how silly it was for Annie to assume that he’d fuck Evie over, and then he’d come home and hear his girlfriend rebut all of his arguments as to why Jack didn’t deserve a chance with Evie.

“You know what I think will happen, how many times do we have to have this argument, Conor?” she snapped at him, tossing the chicken into the bowl and stirring it rather aggressively to coat it in the marinade. S

he had been doing this all week and she was sick of it, after a long day at work, the last thing she wanted to do was come home and argue with her boyfriend, yet that had been what she’d done all week.

“I know you care about her, but they’re both adults, babe, you can’t control them like that,” he said softly, reaching out with one hand and rubbing her arm gently. He didn’t want to have this argument any more than she did, he hadn’t wanted to in the first place but Jack had made a good point.

Scoffing loudly, she put the chicken in the oven and closed the door loudly, smiling slightly when she saw Conor wince out of the corner of her eye. 

Spinning around, she leant back against the kitchen counter and looked across to her boyfriend, “Do you remember what happened last time she went out with someone that you and I brought into her life?” She pointed out, raising an eyebrow at Conor.

Suddenly his girlfriend’s actions became abundantly clear to Conor as a series of memories rushed through his brain; double dates and get together’s transforming into Evie sitting between Annie and Conor on the bathroom floor and crying her eyes out as Annie bandaged her wounds. The memory of him having to comfort and console Annie as she cried into his chest about how guilty she felt and how she was never going to let anyone ever hurt Evie like this again.

Pushing himself away from the wall, Conor crossed the room to where Annie was standing, her eyes suddenly focused solely on her nail beds and the dark burgundy painted on them. 

Bracing his hands on either side of her body, Conor leant down and pressed the gentlest of kisses to her forehead, “You need to stop blaming yourself for what happened,” he whispered to her softly.

“How can I not?” she whispered back thickly, her hands gripping the bottom of Conor’s shirt tightly, “I introduced them, I brought him into her life and I stood by while he destroyed her, I can’t let that happen again, Conor,” she said as her voice cracked, her breath leaving her in a whoosh as he pulled her into a tight hug, resting his chin on top of her head.

“I can’t stop him from making a move, and I can’t stop her from falling for his charm, but I’m not going to encourage it, and if he hurts her in any way, there will not be a safe place on earth for him to hide,” she mumbled against his shirt, already lost in her own mind as she visualised having to put her best friend together again.

“I know, baby, I know,” he whispered to her, his fingers running through her hair gently as they stood together in the kitchen, both lost and worried in the depths of their own minds, wondering and hoping that Jack was not going to damage the girl whom they had grown to care for both separately and as a couple.

Conor couldn’t help but wonder if maybe she was exactly what his little brother needed.


Evie shuddered as she braved the icy London wind on her journey from the tube to Annie and Conor’s apartment, deeply regretting her decision to forgo stockings and a long sleeved blouse that morning in favour of the strappy top and a pair of pantyhose instead. 

She wrapped her arms around her slim waist tightly as she focused on hurrying towards her destination as quickly as she could in four-inch heels. She couldn’t help but think of her warm and cozy apartment that was only around the corner from her work as she walked in the opposite direction, the visual of the fluffy warm bed she’d left this morning haunting her as she had to remind herself that tonight would be fun, equally as fun as binge watching Chicago P.D again.

A grateful exhalation of breath left her lips as the apartment block came into view, her heels tapping against the concrete a little more as she hurried towards it, letting out a relieved gasp as the wind finally stopped whipping at her cheeks. Pressing the button for the elevator, she felt the warmth crash over her in shudders as her body temperature began to return to normal. 

She had just pressed the glowing number three in the elevator when a hoarse and tired sounding “hold the lift!” came from down the hall and she figured that holding the elevator for a couple of extra seconds was the least that she could do for this person.

It was when a slightly windblown and dishevelled Jack Maynard pushed his way into the elevator that she was secretly glad that she hadn’t bailed on dinner tonight, despite the fact that his eyes hadn’t even met hers yet, too focused on his phone to look up.

“You’re a friend of Annie’s, right?” She spoke up nervously as the lift began to move, her heart threatening to burst out of her chest at the forwardness she had uncharacteristically exhibited.

Jack’s head immediately lifted as he looked at her with a grin on his face, a soft smile greeting him when he did so, “So are you, Evie wasn’t it?” he confirmed as if he hadn’t spent the past four days religiously looking at the selfies on her facebook page. “I didn’t think Annie would let you anywhere near me this soon,” he snickered, enjoying the slight pinkish tinge to her skin far too much, not to mention the plunging neckline of her blouse.

Evie gave him a small, shy nod as the elevator began to move again, her fingers fiddling with the strap of her handbag, “She’s a little .. overprotective over me, I guess,” she laughed slightly, feeling the familiar swooping in her stomach at the sight of his blinding smile.“

A little? She all but threatened to canonize me if I cracked onto you, and I don’t know about you, but I’m rather attached to that particular piece of my anatomy,” he snickered, glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes and smirking at the small grin that was pulling at her lips. He didn’t understand how some guys struggled to understand girls, once you knew the right buttons to push, they all fell apart the exact same way.

Letting out a small laugh, she stepped up beside him as the elevator stopped on Annie and Conor’s floor, the silver doors sliding open slowly. “I think you mean circumcise because from what I’ve been told, you’re pretty bloody far from a saint,” She giggled before stepping out of the lift and making her way down the hallway, her hips swaying slightly as she waltzed towards the flat.

Jack smirked to himself as he stepped out of the lift behind Evie, enjoying the view that her tight pencil skirt and four-inch heels provided him with from the back. She wasn’t like the girls he usually brought home, in fact, if he came across her in a club he’d probably barely make it past the first dance. He didn’t put in an effort for girls unless it was for his own sexual gain but this was different.

She were Annie’s friend and therefore was off limits and he was expected to respect that and keep his distance, but if he could get her into his bed, then he’d have bragging rights for the rest of his life. He loved a challenge and she might be the most delicious challenge he’d ever seen. Just because he wasn’t looking for a relationship, it didn’t mean he couldn’t put on one hell of a show.

Buried Underneath (chapter 1/?)

Hey guys! So Juzen has totally grown on me over time, so I decided to write a fic a while ago. Here’s chapter 1 of it for JuminZen Week Day 1: Secrets! Hope you like it, and if you want to continue reading, the other chapters can be found here! Happy JuminZen week! 

I stare at the clock on the wall of my office, reading that it was 16:48. Exactly twelve grueling minutes until I am free to leave for the day. My day at work has consisted of the same tedious tasks that I’ve grown accustomed to doing every other day. Paperwork, meetings, more paperwork. Although the workload was a bit heavier, since it was Assistant Kang’s day off today. Everything is perfectly ordinary except for one thing.

I have been hearing my phone vibrating in the desk drawer that it’s been locked in all day. I did not like to take out my phone during work as it was unprofessional, and I didn’t take a lunch break today so I could get more work done. I have been shaking it off all day just assuming it was notifications from the RFA group chat. 16:51 now. Nine minutes until I can check.

I don’t want to just sit here since that will make the minutes crawl by even more slowly. I decide to spend a little time straightening out my office, making sure that everything is prim and proper and that nothing is out of place even by one centimeter.

16:55. My phone is still vibrating like mad in the drawer. I feel a strange, almost foreboding feeling. I just continued to straighten everything out. What the hell could be going on? Other than Assistant Kang, shouldn’t everyone either be in work or school right now?

16:58. I begin to feel a little bit nauseous. Why is it that I’m afraid to pick up the phone?

It’s probably just Yoosung talking about his dumb game, or Luciel telling some unfunny jokes. More likely, Zen is posting selfies and Assistant Kang is gushing over them telling him how handsome and talented he is. I roll my eyes and give a half-hearted chuckle to myself at the thought.

Zen and I butt heads constantly as our personalities, lives, and upbringings are so different from each other. I don’t know if he feels the same, but deep down, Zen has always been like a brother to me. The RFA wouldn’t be the same without him, no matter how much we may argue.

“Calm down, you’re worrying for nothing,” I think to myself. I repeat this mantra until the clock finally reads 17:00.

I immediately grab the key, unlock the drawer, and pull out my phone. Fifty missed calls and 27 text messages. My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. What the hell is this…? I decide to call Assistant Kang to inform me of what’s happening, since many of the missed calls are from her. I only hear one ring before she answers.

“Mr. Han!” she exclaims, and it is easy to detect the worry in her voice.

“What’s happened?” I ask her plainly.

I hear her shuddering breaths before she speaks, as if she’s trying not to break down. This made my heart drops even further. Something terrible has happened.

“It’s Zen…,” she choked out. “He’s been in a terrible accident. He was on his motorcycle and was run off of the road. He’s alive, but in critical condition.” Her voice breaks, and lets out a sob. “They aren’t sure if he’ll pull through, Mr. Han.”

The shock of this information makes my entire body go numb. I can’t feel anything other than blood rushing to my head and the nausea. The only thing I can mutter out is, “Zen?”

I could hear Assistant Kang sniffling on the other line. “Luciel, Yoosung, and V are at the hospital right now. Since Zen has no close family, we were discussing all of us going there and supporting him.”

After a while, I look down and realize I’ve clenched my hand so hard that my knuckles have turned white. I unclench my hand and it begins to shake. My breathing begins to quicken and my thoughts are all over the place. I can’t allow Assistant Kang to know of my emotions.

I steady my breathing and gather my thoughts, finally telling Assistant Kang, “Alright. I’ll call Driver Kim. Are you home? I’ll come pick you up.”

“Yes, I’m home…,” she replies quietly. “Mr. Han, are you feeling okay?” I must not be doing a good enough job at hiding how I feel. Assistant Kang has been around me enough to know when something has disturbed me, so I should be trying a little harder.

“I’m fine. I’ll be there soon. Please be ready,” I say stoically and hang up immediately after. I call Driver Kim and tell him I need to be driven to the hospital to see my ailing friend.

I should be going to the building’s lobby to wait for Driver Kim, but can’t bring myself to move my legs. I end up collapsing on the floor and resting my head on my knees.

“Why do you have to be such an idiot, Zen?” I’m thinking to myself, feeling my blood boil. “Those motorcycles are dangerous and you know it. Why do you ride them? Why did you do it?” I punch the wall next to me. This can’t be happening. Not one of our own. Not Zen.

I hear a knock on my office door and immediately pick myself up. “Come in,” I say. In walks an unfamiliar young man, probably a temp or intern.

“Sir, I’m sorry to disturb you but I heard a bang and I was wondering if you were alright?” the man asked with wide eyes, clearly concerned.

Shit. He must have heard it when I punched the wall in my anger. “I’m fine, I just dropped something,” I lie. He simply nodded and closed the door behind him. I suppose I should be thankful to him, since this prompts me to get up and walk to the lobby. On my way down, I try my best to avoid any contact with the other employees. I can barely bring myself to walk right now let alone hold a conversation with somebody. Just as I walk in the lobby, I see Driver Kim’s car pull up to the front of the building with impeccable timing.

We greet each other as we normally do, and I ask him to drive to Assistant Kang’s house. Driver Kim knows that it’s best to not ask any questions when I’m bothered, which I’m incredibly grateful for.

We pull up to Assistant Kang’s apartment complex, and I text her letting her know we’re outside. When she emerges from the doors she is clearly a bit disheveled, hair slightly messy and clothes much more casual than I’m used to. Upon a closer look, her eyes are red and her cheeks are stained with tears. I’ve never seen her like this and never imagined that I ever would. I give her a knowing stare and she shivers.

“I apologize for my appearance, Mr. Han,” she mutters to me, avoiding my gaze.

“No need, I understand given the current situation,” I tell her, and rub my eyes with my thumb and index finger. The rest of the drive is silent until we arrive at the hospital.

This was my first time ever at a hospital in all my years of living. I’ve never been sick or injured and neither has anyone close to me. We are all well taken care of. I am only hoping that Assistant Kang fails to pick up on how anxious I’m feeling upon entering the emergency department.

Assistant Kang talks to the receptionist and asks for the room Hyun Ryu is staying in and we begin walking to the room in silence afterwards. Assistant Kang knocks on the door and it is opened by Yoosung, tears brimming his eyes.

“Hey guys…,” he tries to smile at us but fails miserably. He just looks like he’s in pain. “how’s it going?” Trying to make small talk in this situation? Although, what else can you do, I suppose…

Without even thinking about it, I immediately ask about Zen. “How is he? What are his injuries?” The tears spill from Yoosung’s eyes after I speak. Luciel walks up next to Yoosung and wraps his arm around his shoulders to comfort him.

Luciel lets out a deep sigh before explaining what’s going on. His eyes are a little red as well. “The doctor says Zen has two broken legs, four broken ribs, internal bleeding, and possibly some spinal damage.” My heart sank with each thing he listed off. “He may make it through, but the doctors don’t know if he’ll ever walk again if he does make it…” Luciel trailed off.

Next to me, Assistant Kang burst into tears. Luciel wraps his other arm around her and she buries her face in his neck. I stand there fiddling with my cuff links, trying to do anything to comfort myself. Then it dawned on me.

“Where is V?” I ask after realizing my old friend was supposedly here but not part of this group.

“He’s sitting next to Zen’s bed, around the corner,” Luciel tells me.

I take a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare myself for what I’m about to see. I decide to just go for it, and turn the corner to wear Zen is laying. The sight makes my stomach turn and bile begins to rise up in my throat.

There lies Zen, hooked up to all kinds of machines, face bloody and swollen, both legs in slings, and with little lacerations and bruises all over his body. V is sleeping in a chair next to him, with his hand resting on top of one of Zen’s wrapped ones. I can’t help but let out a gasp at what I’m looking at.

Please let this be a dream. Please let me wake up and he’s in the chatroom posting selfies like he normally is. Please tell me this isn’t real.

“Jihyun.” I say, putting my hand on V’s shoulder and shaking it lightly.

V stirs a bit before I can see him slowly opening his eyes behind his sunglasses. “Jumin,” he whispers, “I’m very glad you’re here. How are you doing?”

I immediately wanted to scold him for still not having gotten the eye surgery, but decided that was probably not the best thing to do at the moment. “I could be better. It’s been a while. How are things?” I asked him, trying to follow Yoosung’s example to lighten the mood as much as I could.

“Same as they always are,” he sighed, turning back to Zen. V seemed so dejected, so frail and broken. He already went through losing Rika and it had taken such a toll on him. He wasn’t the same cheery and full of life Jihyun Kim that I used to know. Can he really handle possibly losing Zen?

Could I really handle possibly losing Zen?

I felt something funny in my throat, like a lump. I tried hard to swallow it down, but it just kept coming back up at the thought of Zen not pulling through this. The RFA was practically family to me, and family is an important part of me.

Losing Zen would be like losing a part of me.

“Jumin…” V breathed, standing up and placing his hand on my cheek. “You’re crying?”

I flinched away from him quickly, not even realizing the tears that were flowing down my face. I grab one of the tissues that was sitting on the table next to the bed. I wiped off my face, silently praying that no one would turn the corner and see me like this. According to Zen, I was a “stone cold robot” anyway. God, what I wouldn’t give for us to go back to our regular bickering. Why the hell couldn’t I pull myself together? Get your shit together.

V looks at me, his eyes full of concern and surprise. Even though we knew each other for over twenty years, he had never seen me cry. Not even when Rika died.

I feel like I have so much to say, but can’t figure out what it was. Looking at my old friend’s worried face, knowing everything that he had been through, makes me want to break down and open up. But I just can’t do it. So I keep it all inside me as I always do. It’s better this way, right?

“Jumin,” he repeats, sounding oddly stern, “tell me.”

More tears flow. How much longer could I keep this up? I shake my head at him like a child. Why the hell was I acting like this?

“Jumin,” he says a third time. But this time, he does something that catches me totally off guard. He walks right in front of me and pulls me in for a hug. “Please don’t hold it in. We’re all hurting and we all know that you are too.”

After a few seconds, I hug him back, oddly comforted by the physical contact. I rest my chin on his shoulder and just let myself cry, and in a second breaking down all of the walls that I had previously built.

“V…,” I manage to get out in between my cries, still hoping to God that the other three were having their own conversation and wouldn’t turn the corner, “I can’t handle losing anyone else. He’s like my brother…”

V breaks away from me and looks at me with a piercing gaze. “Then you should tell him that.”

I look at V quizzically. “Why would that make a difference now?” I question. “He’s unconscious. He won’t hear me.”

“He’ll hear,” V states matter-of-factly. “Maybe that’s something Zen wants to know. You’ll regret it if you never have the chance to tell him”

I pause, not knowing what to say to that. V had gone through loss, so maybe I should trust him on this?

He grabs his cane and walks passed me to where the other three are standing. Assistant Kang is still sobbing with Luciel’s arm wrapped around her. “I can’t bring myself to see him like this,” she cries.

V walks up to the three and puts his hand on Assistant Kang’s shoulder. “Jaehee,” he says softly, “we all understand. It isn’t an easy sight to see. I was going to go get some food. Maybe you’ll feel better after a little walk and a bite to eat. Plus, I need someone to help me get there,” he chuckled lightly.

“Of course, V, I’ll gladly help,” Assistant Kang says, cracking a small smile.

V turns to Luciel and Yoosung. “Would you two like to come as well?”

I see what you’re trying to do, V.

“Yeah,” Yoosung says, “I’m starving. But what about Jumin?” Everyone looks to me.

“I’d… like to stay here with Zen. I don’t want to leave him alone.” I say, starting to no longer care about hiding my emotions at this point.

Everyone stared at me as if I had two heads. “Well then!” Luciel says, smiling. “Alright, we’ll be back! Let us know if you need anything.” Then they walk out, leaving me alone with Zen.

I turn my head to face Zen’s broken body, my stomach turning again as I stare. I hate seeing my friends in pain. I hate seeing Zen this way. “Please wake up from this nightmare,” I think to myself.

I sit down in the chair, and work up the courage to place my hand on top of Zen’s just as V had. His hand twitches a little at the contact, which startles me.

“Still messing with me even in a coma, hm?” I say to him with a small smile. “How typical of you.” I sigh. What was I supposed to say to him? How could I tell him everything that I felt? He wasn’t even awake.

“Zen, what you did was really stupid. And I think that you know that so I’m not going to waste too much time lecturing you,” I chuckle a little bit. “But you know I would only do that out of love, right?” I swallow the lump in my throat again.

“Zen…,” I begin, tears brimming my eyes, “no matter how much we bicker, no matter, how much we fight, no matter how rude I may seem… You are still like my brother and one of my closest friends. Without you, the RFA would never be the same. You’re a good person who goes out of his way to help the ones that he loves, which is exactly what an RFA member should be. We can’t continue to exist without you…” My voice cracks and the tears start flowing yet again.

“I’ll help you through your recovery any way I can. I will help with medical bills, I’ll send you maids and a body guard so you can focus on getting well, I’ll do anything! Just please wake up!” I practically beg him.

After that, I’m kind of expecting him to magically wake up like you see in those cheesy movies, but no such luck.

“Zen…,” I cry. “Please don’t make me lose you too…”

Take a Chance (Part 3)

Originally posted by imagining-in-the-mcu

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pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers
characters: Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Amora (Enchantress), Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes (mention)
word count: 1,656
warnings: vomit, cussing, pregnancy talks
a/n: steve is a cutie 
summary: AU! After a one night stand at a friend’s wedding, you gain something that could possibly change your life and views on life for the better or worse.

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You’re sitting on your bed, the three of you forming a circle as Wanda calls Amora on speaker and Natasha searches through Sam’s friend list on Facebook. You’re the only one not doing anything and it’s killing you to just wait! Why couldn’t you have been the one searching Sam’s facebook? You understand why you’re not the one speaking to Amora, but searching Sam’s facebook? You could totally do that!

“What do you want?” is how Amora greets Wanda when she answers the phone call. “I’m trying to enjoy the warm Hawaiian sun and you’re interrupting.”

Natasha rolls her eyes as she continues searching for the mysterious blonde, and you groan, not sure why her personality still surprises either of you at times.

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((hi everybody!! welcome back to the rev au!! always wonderful to talk with you all and i hope you’re having a wonderful time here!! bc i sure am. :’) anyways, here’s this installment. enjoy! ♥♥♥ part 2 to come soon!))

summary: When Victor and Yuuri announce that they’re going to vacation in Japan for a week in the summer, they don’t expect their teenaged rink mate to come stomping up to them after practice.

“I’m coming too,” Yuri Plisetsky snarls. “No way I’m letting you two go overseas for secret practice sessions or something. What time is your flight?”

Yuuri sighs when he gives him an answer. It’s good that his family home is an inn.

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rating: t
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Wanna Play Again?

Sequel to Unknown Number

Summary: Dan decides that he needs to confront Phil after a sexting session with a stranger ends up being a little closer to home than he thought.

Genre: Smut (With a dash fluff)

Word Count: 4019 (I am so SORRY I got extremely carried away)

Warnings: Oh boy…language and *spoiler alert* anal sex and blow jobs

A/N: Thank you to everyone who read Unknown Number! You guys are amazing! This story is a sequel to it so if you haven’t read it go check it out here. If not then you should be able to still enjoy this story on it’s own :)

Also this is my first time writing like actual smut so if it’s cringey then I am really sorry!

Dan watched as Phil made his way to the lounge with cereal in hand. He contemplated taking his off to his room to hideaway, but Phil crushed that idea in it’s conception.

“Are you coming, Dan?” He turned to ask his best friend. “I thought we were gonna finish up that episode of Attack on Titan this morning?”

“Yeah…sure.” Dan stalled. “Just give me a minute. I’m going to get some juice”

“Alright, but don’t keep me waiting.” Phil requested cheerfully as he left to go get settled.

Dan sat his cereal on the counter and fell back against the refrigerator. He buried his face into his hands and tried to understand what had just happened. The rational side of his brain knew that his little texting romp from the night before was most likely with his flatmate and best friend of nearly six years. However, the other side of his brain was denying the facts put before him.  After all, it was easier to blame it on coincidence. He was starting to feel dizzy and thought he might be getting sick. Dan could hardly process what was happening. He knew texting the unknown number was a bad idea, but he had no clue he would end up getting off to pictures of his own flatmate’s dick. It wasn’t like Dan hadn’t thought  about it before. It wasn’t like he hadn’t let his eyes wander down Phil’s shirtless body a time or two. This, however, was an entirely new level of perversion. Dan had seen things that he couldn’t unsee. The words Phil had texted Dan that night were words that Dan was sure he could never forget. How could he ever look at his best friend the same way after that? Dan retrieved his cereal and joined his best friend on the sofa before Phil could figure out that something was wrong.

“Where’s your juice?” Phil asked casually.

“Oh, I changed my mind.” Dan fibbed. Phil accepted the lie and resumed the show from yesterday’s breakfast.

Dan stirred around aimlessly at his cereal. He wasn’t much in the mood for breakfast. He was trying to think of something else, anything but what had happened last night. Just as he was busy trying to get the images of Phil’s body out of his mind he was stricken with another realization. It wasn’t just that Dan had seen Phil’s cock, but Phil had seen Dan’s too. Sure, Dan’s flatmate had seen him naked before, but never with a fully hard cock and his hand wrapped around it. Perhaps the most mortifying part of it for Dan was that it wasn’t like Phil had accidentally walked in on Dan touching himself or had stumbled upon a dick pic on his phone. No, this was different. Phil knew that Dan was hard for him, even if Dan didn’t. His cheeks were flushed in a  flattering shade of bright red. He wished to sink into the sofa and disappear forever.

“You’re quiet this morning” Phil commented. Dan now found his heart racing each time Phil spoke, each syllable sending his body into some sort of panic. He also found himself all too aware of how remarkably gorgeous his friend’s eyes were and what a unique shade of blue they were this morning.

“I’m just tired, I guess.” Dan mumbled. By now he had sat his cereal aside and was hiding his face in a throw pillow. It was a feeble attempt to hide his embarrassment. Phil nodded and rose from the sofa. He gathered he and Dan’s cereal bowls and exited the room. Dan felt his eyes wandering over Phil’s body as he walked away, it was almost instinctive. Nothing between them would be innocent anymore. With or without Dan’s consent, things had changed. There would be no more sharing a hotel bed on holiday or when friends were over. If Dan’s eyes were now  instinctively gazing at Phil’s bum on his way out of the room, Dan wondered what his body might instinctively do while half-naked with Phil lying in bed next to him. He let the thought linger for a moment longer than he should have and wasn’t entirely shocked when he found himself getting turned on at the little idea.

Dan knew he needed to confront Phil. He couldn’t just go on pretending like he didn’t know. Things had already changed, and he needed to know exactly what this was going to mean for their friendship. Dan didn’t know what he wanted to happen, but he knew he wasn’t ready for this to end. He wasn’t ready to end his friendship with Phil. They had done everything together for years and now it seemed like there might be a whole new path of firsts for them. This idea both excited Dan and terrified him all at the same time. He couldn’t bring it up without knowing for sure. There was still a chance that his text encounter was actually a coincidence. He thought up a plan, and he put it in play. Dan waited until later that night when he and Phil were both seated in the browsing position in the lounge. Dan retrieved his phone from the pocket of his tight black jeans and sent the unknown number a simple text:


Sure enough, soon after Dan hit send Phil picked up his phone and glanced at the screen. However, he didn’t type a reply. Dan knew just how to get a reaction out of his friend:

I had fun last night. Wanna play again?

He watched as Phil took another look at his phone. Dan smiled deviously as he saw Phil’s eyes widen. Phil didn’t type a reply, instead he locked his phone and stood up.

“Hey, Dan. I think I’m gonna call it a night.” Phil said with an obviously fake yawn.

“But Phil, it’s early. Don’t you wanna stay up with me?” Dan smirked. He was confident that he finally had Phil pinned into a corner.

“Goodnight, Dan.” Phil said as he left the room. Several minutes later Dan’s phone buzzed with a text message:

We can play another round, since you won last time

Dan’s face lit up with an evil grin. It was even more obvious that his secret admirer was indeed Phil Lester. However, Dan wasn’t ready to give up the game just yet. It was time to have a little fun with this.


Why don’t you tell me all those things you wanna do to me again?


You like hearing those things, do you?


Well I would like it more if I could actually hear your voice.


Maybe someday


But not today?


Tonight you’re just going to have to settle for reading all the dirty things I wish I could do to you

Dan wanted to get under Phil’s skin. So he decided to do something that he knew would get to him. He sat his laptop to the side and made his way to the bathroom. He made proper use of the mirror and took a selfie, lifting up his shirt and exposing his chest. Dan sent his photo and then a text to follow up.


Do you wanna see more?

Phil quickly replied:

Can I please?


Send me one of you

Dan finally had Phil right where he wanted him. To his surprise, Phil replied with a shirtless selfie of his own. However, Phil had conveniently managed to keep his face out of the shot.

Dan replied quickly, and little too honestly:

Damn you are hot


So are you. Now I wanna see more.


You will in a minute


I don’t want to wait, I want you now


What would you want me to do to you if I was in your room right now?


Kiss me






Is that all?


Oh that’s just the beginning. What do you want me to do to you?


I want my cock in your mouth, and then I want yours in my ass


Damn, that’s so hot


I know


I want you so bad right now


Prove it

Moments later Dan received a photo of his friend’s large erection.


Sufficient proof?


You are so fucking hot


Well if you really think so then you prove it


I will

Dan retired to his bed room and laid back on his bed. His head was spinning, and his body was full of want. His thinking may not have been entirely clear, but he did know one way to solve his mystery once and for all.


I want photographic evidence


I’ll do you one better if you come to my room right now


I wish I could because I would make you feel so good


Why can’t you?


Because I can’t silly


Is it really that hard to walk across the hall?

The instant the message was sent Dan knew it could never be taken back. There was no undoing the offer he had just thrown on the table. It was out there in the open. It was in Phil’s hands now. The mystery was gone. Dan hadn’t received a message from Phil in ten minutes, but the deep churning want was still lurking in the pit of his stomach. Dan hoped that Phil would burst through the door and live up to his word. He was about to give up hope and call it a night when he heard a knock on his door.

“Come in” Dan yelled. The door slowly opened and revealed a very embarrassed looking Phil. His hair was ruffled and his face was glowing red.

“Hey” Phil said nervously as he stood in the doorway looking like a deer in the headlights.

“Took you long enough.” Dan smirked.

“I’m sorry, Dan” Phil stuttered “I-I can explain”

“It’s okay, Phil. I’m not mad.” Dan said. Phil moved a few steps closer, but still kept his distance.

“You’re not?” He asked curiously.

“No, just a little curious why you decided you wanted me so bad all of a sudden.” Dan explained with a smug grin.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen, Dan. I got this free texting app on my phone that gives you a fake phone number and wanted to use it prank some people.” Phil said. He looked like he was about to melt into puddle onto the floor.

“Do your pranks generally involve getting your friends off?” Dan said with a slightly suggestive smile.

“No, Dan. I didn’t mean for it to happen like that. I thought you would just get mad and block the number, but then you started going along with it. I just wanted to see what happened, but I never thought it would go that far. I’m so sorry Dan. It’s okay if you hate me or want to move out.” Phil explained, his hands were shaking and he couldn’t look Dan in the eyes.

“So, did you mean those things you said or were you just fucking with me?” Dan questioned, his eyes met Phil’s.

“I meant every word, Dan.” Phil answered with a very serious and blushing face. Dan knew he wasn’t kidding around. There was no prank about that expression.

“Prove it.” Dan smirked. It was an open invitation, one which Phil was very glad to receive even though it left him shaking. Phil cautiously moved closer to the bed, waiting for Dan to drop the act and announce he was joking.

“Are you sure?” Phil asked, needed reassurance that this wasn’t an even cruel retaliation to Phil’s own ‘prank’.

“Absolutely positive.” Dan replied, his breath was shaky in anticipation.

Dan watched carefully as Phil slowly climbed onto him and straddled his lap. Phil looked down at Dan with a look in his eyes that Dan had never been privileged to witness before. “Can I kiss you?” Phil asked permission in a quiet, unsure voice. Dan reached forward and nestled his hand in Phil’s dark locks before guiding Phil’s face down to meet his own. Dan connected their lips and Phil felt like he had officially crossed into illegal territory. This wasn’t just a text message anymore, this was really happening. Dan felt every touch with an intensity he didn’t know was possible. The way Phil supported himself with his left hand, and used his right to cup the side of Dan’s face sent a wave of heat down his body. It radiated from the point of origination and down to the very tip of his toes. Phil was so careful and gentle. His thumb slowly stroked the side of Dan’s face and with that motion he knew that this night was going to mean so much more than a quick hookup.

Dan felt the flick of Phil’s tongue at his lips, to which he gladly granted entrance. He let his hands wander up and under Phi’s shirt to admire the older man’s form. Dan always thought that no one gave Phil the credit that he deserved. His fingers grazed over Phil’s soft skin and tight stomach. They wandered up to the small patch of hair of his chest. Phil was a man, a real man, and Dan wanted to be taken by him. Without his brain’s consent he found himself sliding the shirt off of his best friend’s back. Phil lifted up, briefly breaking the kiss and allowing Dan to pull his Pokemon t-shirt over his head. The shirt was carelessly discarded on the floor. Phil trailed his lips down Dan’s jawline and then to his neck.  He playfully ran his tongue over Dan’s collar bone before returning his attention to the younger man’s neck. This had always been a forbidden zone. To Phil’s surprise, he heard a soft moan escape the younger man’s lips when he began to gently kiss and bite at Dan’s neck, marking it as his own. In one uncontrollable motion Dan’s hips thrust forward, they met Phil’s in a desperate ache for friction. Phil could feel Dan through his jeans, he was much harder than Phil had imagined.

Dan’s eyes were closed. He lost in the sensation of Phil at his neck, which was soon interrupted when he felt his t-shirt being tugged at. “Can I take this off?” Phil murmured against Dan’s neck. Dan granted permission and soon his t-shirt joined the discard pile on the floor. Phil found his lips carelessly trailing down Dan’s chest an stomach, resting just above the waistband of his boxers, which were peaking out of his jeans. Phil let his fingers run over Dan’s clothed erection. Dan moaned, caught off guard by the sudden contact. Dan was so sensitive, responding to every touch like it was  his first and might be his last. 

Phil found himself transfixed on the pale flesh between Dan’s waistband and belly button. He kissed and licked down the strip of flesh. His lips made their way past the waistband, kissing softly at the hard outline in Dan’s jeans, resulting in a small gasp from Dan. Phil continued kissing at Dan’s clothed cock before making one small request. “I want these off” Phil mumbled against Dan’s cock, his words sending undeniable vibrations that Dan could feel through the two layers of fabric. “Please” Dan sighed, allowing Phil to unbutton his jeans and carefully unzip them. Dan lifted up and allowed Phil to slide his jeans over his bum and down to his knees. Phil moved to Dan’s feet and tugged at his left pant leg. It wasn’t an easy task removing Dan’s tight skinny jeans, but obviously not an insurmountable one as Phil eventually loosened one pant leg and then the other.

Phil slowly yanked off Dan’s jeans and they too joined the discard pile. Dan was down to nothing but his gray boxers. It was quite a sight for Phil to see lying on the bed in front of him. Phil touched Dan again, but this time was much more satisfying with one less layer to hold them back. Phil lowered his head and kissed again at the younger boy’s painfully hard outline. He didn’t want to tease Dan anymore. He wanted to give Dan what he wanted. Phil wondered briefly if he should ask consent, but one glance up at Dan’s twisted face was all the consent he needed. Dan lifted up slightly, allowing Phil to remove Dan’s last article of clothing. Suddenly, Dan was naked before him. Given last night’s encounter, it wasn’t the first time Phil saw Dan’s body. However, Phil found that it was so much better in person. He softly licked  a strip up Dan’s cock before slowly taking him into his mouth. He eased the younger man into it, knowing that it had been a very long time since either of them had any type of sexual contact besides their own hands. Soon Dan felt himself hit the back of Phil’s throat, and it took all of his strength not to buck his hips forward.

“Fuck…Phil” He moaned out, letting his hands get tangled in Phil’s ebony hair. Phil continued to work on Dan’s cock, slowly sucking up and down, running his tongue across the tip every now and again.

“Mmm” Phil moaned, letting the vibrations soak through the base of Dan’s cock.

“Phil…stop… I’m close.” Dan warned.

Phil lifted up and briefly spoke before returning his lips to his best friend’s cock. “I wanna make you cum”

“Not-not like this, Phil” Dan moaned. “I want to go further”

This caught Phil by surprise, Dan was still in his mouth when he spoke “You do?”

“Ahh, fuck…yes, Phil.” said Dan between unavoidable moans “Remember what I texted you?”

Phil eased off of him and looked up into his friend’s eyes. The bedroom light reflected off of Dan’s eyes, leaving them a unique shade of caramel. “Are you sure?” Phil asked, admiring those beautiful eyes from an all new angle.

“Y-yes” Dan stuttered. He was sure of himself but a little nervous, as it had been a very, very long time since he had last done this. He reached into the drawer of the nightstand and presented Phil with a bottle of lube. “I have this.”

Phil was stunned by the presentation of the bottle. It sent an ache of lust radiating through his body, thinking about how Dan had kept that pretty little bottle of lube next to his bed for who knows how long. He wondered what other secrets his friend might be hiding. “So you’ve done this before?” Phil asked curiously.

“It was along time ago but yeah. I told you about that guy I hooked up with in high school, and yeah, I bottomed, so…” Dan trailed off nervously. Phil reassured him with a kiss on the lips.

“I like that you’re prepared” Phil said, punctuating his statement with another kiss “It’s so sexy”

“Can I ask you a favor, Phil?” Dan asked, licking his lips.

“Anything for you, love.” Phil said as he led another trail of kisses down Dan’s neck.

“Please take your fucking jeans off already.” Dan said with a little chuckle. Phil felt a slight blush return to his cheeks, realizing that he was still half dressed. He was so caught up in Dan that he hardly thought of himself, and the aching hard cock trapped in his jeans.

“Oh, right” Phil mumbled before stripping himself down to his boxers.

Dan pulled at the waistband and looked up at Phil with pleading eyes, “These too”

Phil complied and without warning he felt a sudden warm wetness around his cock. He looked down to find two big brown eyes looking up at him, lips moving up and down over his hardness. “Ahh, Dan” Phil moaned, suddenly losing the ability to breathe. Dan eased off after a few minutes and looked up at Phil with lust-filled eyes, “I want you” Dan purred. He lifted off and brought his lips up to Phil’s. Dan laid back on the bed and waited for Phil to make his move.

“I know it’s been a while, just relax, okay?” Phil spoke as he retrieved the bottle of lube and generously coated his fingers. Dan laid on his back with his knees spread wide. “Are you ready?” Phil asked and Dan nodded. Phil took his slippery index finger and carefully circled it around Dan’s rim before sliding in. Dan winced at the sudden intrusion, but quickly became adjusted. Phil slowly moved his finger in and out, allowing Dan to get used to the sensation. Phil added another finger, which Dan did not seem to mind. He scissored them together, wanting to make sure Dan was fully stretched and ready. Soon Dan had completely relaxed under Phil’s touch, and Phil was in search of the spot that would surely send shiver’s down Dan’s spine. “Fuck, Phil” Dan moaned loudly. Phil marveled for a moment in the success of his discovery. He teased Dan for a moment before pulling his fingers out and generously slathered his painfully hard and leaking cock with lube.

Phil lined himself up with Dan’s hole. He looked down at Dan for a sign of hesitation. “Phil, please” Dan moaned, he couldn’t wait any longer. Phil slowly slid his cock into Dan’s ass, resulting a throaty moan from Dan’s lips. He eased himself into Dan, and soon found himself in rhythm. He loved watching Dan’s face. His eyes were rolled back and his lips were ever so slightly parted. Dan’s hands were tangled in the bed sheets. “Oh, god, Phil” He moaned, as Phil had hit that perfect little ball of nerves. “Yes, Phil, Please. Right there.” Dan cried, as if it wasn’t already obvious that Phil had found his prostate. “Jesus, fuck” Dan screamed as Phil kept going at just the right angle. Moments later Phil felt himself getting closer and closer to the point of no return. The feeling was mutual for Dan, “Phil you have me so close, baby”

Phil reached forward and started to stroke Dan’s aching cock. “Phil” Dan breathed out a warning “So fucking close”. Within a few more strokes Phil had Dan coming into his hand. Phil was soon to follow, riding out the waves of his orgasm deep inside of Dan’s sensitive body. Phil took a moment to catch his breath and carefully pulled of out Dan and collapsed on the bed next to him. He reached over and pulled several tissues out of the box on the nightstand and used them to clean the cum off Dan’s stomach. Dan blushed as he watched his best friend carefully clean him off, in some strange fucked up way, Dan found it to be romantic. Once finished, Phil resumed his position laying next to Dan on the bed. Everything about this moment should have been awkward to them. Phil should have carried himself back to his room without a word. Dan should have just moved on with his life and tucked himself into bed. This should have been weird, but it wasn’t.

Dan sunk into Phil’s arms as they snaked around him. Phil placed an affectionate kiss to the back of Dan’s head. Dan didn’t know what they were. He didn’t know what this meant for them, but he knew that things had changed and they could never go back to they way they were before. Phil leaned down and pulled the blankets from the foot of the bed, up and over he and Dan’s bodies. Phil pulled Dan close into his arms. He had no idea that one text could have so much impact. Neither of them knew what this meant for them, but all that mattered was that they were there, naked and intertwined for the moment. A moment that they only wished could have lasted forever.

I don’t have the exact date, but this month marks 1 year of me working out (almost consistently). Yes, I did miss a few days because I was lazy or sick, but no one is perfect. I used a workout plan my wonderful boyfriend, Andrew, spent 3 hours making. He did his research on Crohn’s and arthritis and helped develop a plan that would be safe on my body but still push me.

My workout journey wasn’t about weight loss, in fact in was about weight gain. With Crohn’s I lose weight very easily. In the 2016 photos I weight about 100 pounds, in the 2017 photos I weighed 109 which is a big deal for me. It’s important to remember that gaining weight is good and that it doesn’t mean fat, it can mean muscle since muscle is more dense and takes up less space on the body. My journey was about getting healthy and taking care of the body I had. I’ve talked about my body dysmorphia in the past and how I’ve struggled to love my body because of Crohn’s. Working out really helped me connect with my body, feel better physically and mentally, and help me get to a more comfortable place where I felt like my body was mine.

Working out was also a victory for me. I’ve been in a hospital basically my entire life and when I wasn’t, I was essentially bed ridden. When playing sports I was always the last person to finish anything. I thought with my Crohn’s disease and chronic body pain that I’d never be able to be someone who ever really loved fitness (I was incredibly wrong). I’m so blessed I have the energy now, that working out has increased, that I can care for this body that I’m in.

There are contributing factors to my body change such as cutting out meat and processed foods, increasing my water intake, eating healthier foods even though I hated them (looking at you quinoa) but I guess besides sharing this victory I just wanted to remind people of a few things whether you deal with chronic pain like I do or you struggle with body image: you can find that rhythm and a workout that works for you, you can push through the pain and feel better, GAINING WEIGHT IS NOT A BAD THING, your body will change and you can get to a place of peace with it.

I just wanted to celebrate that victory with you guys. Thanks again to everyone who’s supported me with eating right and working out and once again thank you to Andrew for really kickstarting all of this because he knew I wanted to make a change and be happier. Here’s to another year of kicking butt.

Solangelo Head Canons

• Nico said I love you first and Will didn’t stop crying for two hours straight because he knew how scared Nico was to get attached to someone
• Will is always the big spoon. Always.
• When Will is sick it takes Nico all of his will power to keep him home, the son of Apollo is just so stubborn and will not admit he doesn’t feel well, even if his temperature is 104
• However, if Nico so much as sneezes or sniffles Will quarantines him to their bedroom, passing him soup and tissues through a barely open crack in the door
• When Nico has nightmares, Will hums an Apollo hymn that instantly makes him fall back asleep
• Will hates telling Nico when he has nightmares, but Nico always notices, so he’ll get out of bed, get honey and warm milk for Will to drink and rub Wills back until he falls back asleep
• Nico is actually a morning person just as much as Will so the two together at 6:30 am are enough to give anyone a headache
• Nico always complains about the amount of selfies Will takes of them (he’s Instagram addicted) but really he loves all the memories because he doesn’t have any pictures with Bianca or his mother
• Wills mother thinks Nico is the best thing to ever happen to her son
• Will proposes to Nico and Nico cries like a big baby and then Will starts to cry like a big baby
• They both wear flower crowns at the wedding. Nicos white baby’s breath and Wills are sunflowers (obviously)
• They love children and adopt three, two girls and a boy
• Nico is such a sucker for those kids so Will is definitely seen as the stricter parent

• Nico didn’t like Christmas until he met Will, but now the two go all out
• They love bathes
• Nico almost can’t shadow travel around Will because he shines so brightly around Nico
• And Will is okay getting in the way of that
• Their kids call Will Daddy (Dad as they get older) and Nico is Papá
• Nico teaches their kids Italian and talks about how much he loves their dad in it to them and how beautiful and wonderful they are
• Will thinks he’s shit talking
• They love each other more than anyone has ever loved anyone because the two compliment each other perfectly

title: how to survive a flight to australia

genre: fluff ??¿? v little angst

pairing: phan lmao

summary: inspired by “will dan and phil survive australia?”
in which dan suffers through horror in the form of planes, noise, and other people. but hey, at least he’s in it with phil

warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of airplanes, swearing and too many flight metaphors you’re welcome

words: 1.3k

beta: @wolfstarbaby my actual saviour ilysm

excerpt: “Just try to actually sleep this time,” Phil suggests.
“I don’t think you understand that I did try, Phil, it’s just that a baby two rows behind us kept screaming like it was being murdered.”
“I didn’t hear anything.”
“Yeah, well, you’re fucking deaf.”

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Dan aches to lean his head on Phil’s shoulder.

He resists. Instead he shifts his weight onto his right leg, stifling a whimper when his knee cracks uncomfortably.

They’re in line for the passport control, having just gotten off a plane to Hong Kong about two hours ago. A 12 hour flight, and another one of that duration lies ahead of them.

The prospect makes Dan want to cry. His legs and back are hurting from the cramped space and the too-small seat on the Asian airline company’s plane, and he’s anxious and gross and so tired.

Phil stood next to him seems impossibly unbothered by the impending horror.

His glasses are askew on his nose, his t-shirt is wrinkled but probably less disgustingly sticky than Dan’s sweatshirt (“It might be chilly on the plane, Phil, and unlike you I don’t want to freeze to death before we even get there”), and he’s playing angry birds on his phone.

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anonymous asked:

ramwood for the meme thing --ryanthepowerbottomguy

(y’all requested this like four times you’re great)

falls asleep on the couch:

  • definitely ryan
  • it’ll be the third day in a row he’s gone without sleep, and “i’m fine,” he tells geoff, again and again until geoff finds him snoring lightly, a documentary on ducks playing on the television
  • (“okay, but were you watching the documentary before you fell asleep?” is the only question geoff asks later, and ryan refuses to answer)
  • on the occasion geoff falls asleep on the couch, ryan has to either prod him awake or just carry him to the bed because geoff is An Old Fart and would bitch about his back for a week if ryan left him on the couch

makes friends with the neighbors:

  • both of them, but for different reasons, and for a given value of ‘friend’
  • ryan starts talking to the fresh-out-of-college girl at the end of the hall because ryan inexplicably does not trust her, and this baffles geoff, she’s like 5’2 and wears sundresses on a regular basis and—
  • oh. oh, she’s a kingpin. and you stopped her from becoming an enemy because you both bonded over dogs. okay. great. fuck geoff’s actual life, shit like this didn’t start happening until you came around, ryan.
  • geoff makes friends with the lady next door, and this baffles ryan, because the lady appears to be from the paleolithic era and is constantly banging on the wall and shouting at them to shut up (“she can’t even hear,” ryan says, “how does she know we’re even home???
  • but apparently the lady is tough as nails and she and geoff bond over tattoos (“i think she used to be in a gang,” geoff says wonderingly, maybe fangirling a little about it)
  • and she covers their asses when shit gets hot with the police, so ryan’s not gonna complain about it

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Adrien Accidentally Does Cocaine

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairing: Adrien/Marinette
TW: drug use, depression, making out
Synopsis: After unwittingly mixing up pill bottles with another model, Adrien takes a dose of what he thinks are his antidepressants and goes a little crazy during a study session with Marinette.

To be completely honest, Adrien was terrified of taking medication. The potential side effects scared him and since he’s supposed to be alert when saving Paris as Chat Noir, he felt like he shouldn’t take anything that compromised his focus. But depression was hard to beat without medicine. He’d been suffering for years and when Nathalie found out about it, she put her foot down and got him put on antidepressants.

The little bottle felt like a weight in his bag as he picked it up off of the trailer’s floor. The photo shoot for his father’s winter line was done and it was time to go home. He had to miss an entire day of school for this, but he didn’t really mind. Since Nino was banned from his house, Marinette was the one to bring his assignments to him.

This was the one thing he liked about missing school since he’d get to spend time with her afterwards. She was more comfortable around him now that they had known each for a while, and although she still had that adorable stutter, they could hold a conversation. In fact, he’d lie to her and after skimming the notes, he’d tell her he didn’t get it and ask her to talk it over with him just to get to spend some extra time with her.

And speak of the devil, his phone started to ring and the selfie he’d taken with Marinette a few weeks ago popped up on his screen. That had been such a fun day. His father had bailed on a Disneyland trip and Adrien had taken Marinette in his place. The picture was of them about to face a thirteen story drop on a ride and Marinette’s face was priceless.

“Hey, Marinette. What’s up?” he asked.

“Nothing much. I have the homework and notes for today and I was wondering if you were home from the shoot,” she said.

“I just got done and I’m heading home now. It’ll probably take me about twenty minutes to get there.”

“If I leave right now, I can make it in less than five. Do you want some time to rest before I come or would you rather get this over with?” He chuckled. If he had his way, their study session would never end. There was no such thing as trying to get it over with.

“No, I’m fine. Come over soon,” he replied.

“Oh, okay! Sounds good! I’ll see you when you get home!”

“Yeah,” he said. “I’ll see you then!” He grinned, eyes flitting towards the sky to thank whoever was up there that he’d get to see Marinette today. Adrien was stopped in his tracks as he collided hard with someone twice his size. He fell back onto the ground, as did the other body, and their bags went flying, contents scattering everywhere.

“I’m so sorry!” Adrien apologized, sitting up and extending his hand to help the other guy up.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not the first time I’ve been knocked down by someone smaller than me,” Grégoire said with a soft smile. He’d known Adrien since he was a baby, as he was a protege of Adrien’s mother. He started reaching for his stuff, cuing Adrien to do that same. After all, he needed to get home before Marinette got there; the last thing he wanted to do was keep her waiting. “Who were you talking on the phone with? I saw that smile. I know when a guy’s in love.”

“Oh, it’s. uh, she’s just a girl in my class,” Adrien said, feeling heat rush to his face. Grégoire grinned as he put away his pill bottle.

“Sounds like she’s more than that,” he teased. “Have you made a move yet? Or are you still too in love with Ladybug?”

“S-shut up! That was years ago!” That was when I thought we had a chance, he added silently. And that was before he’d gotten to know the real Marinette.

“You should take her to the wrap party we’re having. I’m sure taking her to a party like that would make her fall right into your arms.” Adrien snorted, grabbing his cell phone and standing up.

“She’s not really into those kinds of parties, but she’d like to make connections. She’s going to be a fashion designer someday.”

“Then bring her along! After all, your dad’s the one that’s throwing it! I’m sure he’d let you have a friend come along!”

“Thanks, man. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you.” Grégoire had a point. His dad liked Marinette enough; maybe he’d let Adrien bring her along. It would be nice to not stick to Grégoire and his partners’ sides through another party. And it’d be a good excuse to go shopping with Marinette and see her in a cute, fancy dress. They could dance the night away and then they’d take a break and go and look at the stars. And then he’d give her his jacket and get enough courage to kiss her and ask her on a real date.

I’m getting ahead of myself, he thought as he and Nathalie got into his car. There’s no guarantee she’ll even want to go to the party.

“Nathalie, I’m having a friend over once we get back to the house,” he said.

“Who is it?”


“Is she staying for dinner?”

“I … Probably not.”

“Then good.” The cabin fell silent as they drove through the streets of Paris. It was only once they arrived back at the mansion did Nathalie speak up again. “Remember to take your medication before Marinette gets here.” Right. His medicine.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write one where you're Louis sister and you're getting hate but you try to keep it from him and he's worried and finally gets you to tell him?

hm this is a little different? but i hope you like it!! if you don’t just request again and I’ll write it more like what you requested!


Having your big brother as a  huge celebrity should be a nice plus.

In fact, it was.

Louis was able to provide for you and your other sisters, as well as your mom. You never once had to worry about money, because he always had more than enough. When Louis first gone to audition for the X Factor, you were a nobody at school. You were invisible.

Then he struck out and One Direction was formed.

Then people started learning your name, but only through your last.

Tomlinson, she’s a Tomlinson.

Her brother’s a star.

She’s rich.

At first, you were so happy with your life. After all, you were so proud of Louis. He pursued his dream, and with that, he gave you a life.

You were popular. With new clothes that Louis’ money could now afford, you became the most popular girl at your school. Your closest friends wanted to be you, and all the boys wanted to date you.

You thought you’d never have to be invisible again.

But a year later, today, you wished nothing more than to be back to your original state: invisible.

Louis and the rest of your family didn’t know how much hate you were actually getting. You were the youngest, and certainly according to everyone online–the ugliest. Of course, you tried to ignore all the comments underneath the selfie you would post, but it was too much.

Death threats were being sent.

Whenever you would go out, eggs were thrown at your head. Names were called. You could’ve sworn your teacher had called you a whore once.

“Y/N! Guess who’s here!”

You were currently hiding in your bedroom–curtains drawn and earphones in–when your mother pushed open your door. You watched as her nose scrunches up in its usual disdain. She, along with the rest of your family, didn’t know why you were so depressed.

They all shrugged it off as adolescence. Over the years, you have learned better to hide your tears.

“Who?” You ask, not even a hint of curiosity in your voice. You didn’t care. You let your eyes drop back down to the essay paper you were supposed to be writing–that was due tomorrow.

Your mother didn’t say another word. Instead, she opened the door a little wider and your lips part.

Louis looked different.

Maybe it was his overgrown hair, or his not-so-light-stubble.

Or the fact that he had his baby boy in his arms.

You immediately rise and you didn’t care that your computer fell as soon as you did. You just wanted to get to your brother.

Tears threaten to spill–and spill they did–when you finally embraced him carefully. “I missed you so much, love,” Louis whispered in your hair and you were shocked at how skinny he had become. You pulled back to admire the baby. “Oh Lou,” you sniff.

“Freddie Tomlinson,” Louis murmurs, carefully letting Freddie into your arms. “Meet Y/N.”

Your thin sleeves slid down your arms as you held Freddie to your chest.

Louis eyes darken.

“Mum, can you give me and Y/N some alone time with lil Fred?”

You were confused, and you watched Louis carefully as your mother left the room and shut the door behind you three carefully. You start, “Lou, I don’t need along time–”

Louis interrupts you, running a hand through his hair, “Why are there cuts on your wrists?”

Your blood freezes. “W-What?” You see his blue eyes trail down to gaze at your naked wrists again. Holding Freddie had made you forget that you wore long sleeves for a reason.

“How long?” He barely gets the words out, voice cracking badly.

You press your lips together and bend down to lie Freddie down on the bed gently. You don’t respond.

How long?” He asks again, taking a step closer and clasping your wrists with his palm. His fingers shake against your pale skin. They shake against your cuts. “And why?”

“I started a few months ago,” you whisper and you watch as his face falls. “I….” Then you just collapse onto the floor sobbing. “The hate, Lou! I’m so sick of getting hate.”

Louis’ jaw drops for a second, then he doesn’t even hesitate to sink to his knees beside you, pulling you to his chest. He didn’t even have to ask what you were talking about. “Oh, Y/N, why didn’t you tell me sooner? I….I would’ve protected you! I would’ve told my fans–”

“But they wouldn’t listen!” You protest, tears staining his favourite Adidas hoodie. “They would just hate me more! I…I tried to be strong but I can’t!”

Louis starts crying, and you so very wanted to lift your hands and wipe his tears away but then his grip around you tightens and you were far too weak to fight against him. “No, don’t blame yourself Y/N. You are perfect, okay? I work so hard to give you and our family such a wonderful life. You don’t deserve to suffer from something I give to you.”

Then he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his phone.

You sniff, “What are you doing, Lou?”

He releases your wrists and with one hand, he pulls you to his chest and you immediately relax at how familiar this is. He unlocks his phone with his other hand and immediately clicks on the Twitter app. You shift uncomfortably, “Lou, what are you doing?” You ask again.

Without a word, he presses his lips against your forehead and types in, Y/N is my baby sister, please no more hate towards her. I hate to see her upset and I know you’ll hate to see me upset. Please think about her feelings and mine.

“I can’t promise this will make it stop,” Louis murmurs against your skin. “But I will try my best to make it.”

Sometimes Sorry isn’t Enough P2


Sam fidgeted in his seat which Dean barely saw, the excitement of seeing you again but the heartbreak of you rejecting him was creating a wave of emotions inside his body. He knows you’re going to have a bit of a problem at first but Sam couldn’t see any other way to fix this. He wanted you as well as he needs you. You made everything 100x better in Sam’s eyes, eating, dancing, roadtrips, even sleeping. When you lie next to Sam he feels both powerful and powerless and you had been the only girl to ever do that. 

“We’re almost there Sammy” Dean looked over at his younger brother both worried and hopeful. If there was one thing Dean knew growing up is never have high expectations but he couldn’t help but feel you might come back with them in the Impala tonight. He notices Sam’s slight smile that’s been on his face for the past hour and Dean can’t help but feel like everything will be perfect, Sam hasn’t had a facefull of hell yet which means things might be going their way. Dean pulls up to where your work and parked on the further side of the lot. Sam observes the cosy cafe and he smiles, he looks over to Dean wondering if he understood his sudden happiness.

“This is my favourite cafe branch” Dean smiles at his younger brother, he remembered helping you find a place to work at and when your eyes landed on it you knew you were going to work their. It’s the only restaurant where there are more than one type of salad on the menus and their salads came with proper vinegrettes instead of ranch.

“Okay Sam, Stay here okay. You can’t just go up to her and say ‘Hey I’m sorry I tried to kill you, please love me’. Let me go in first and warm her up to it” Sam nodded and obeyed his elder brother, Dean exited the car and Sam strained his eyes in hope to catch a glimpse of you. His breath hitched in his throat when he saw you wiping down a table. Sam put the window down, the wind instantly flowing through his hair but now he could see a better angle of you. He sighed with an instant loving smile placed on his face. He hadn’t seen you in months and his face hadn’t felt this much emotion or expression in a while it actually hurt. Tears were pricking his eyes as his heart was now beating against his chest, not from being afraid but from the adrenaline your beauty provides. Your Y/H/C luscious hair had gotten longer, your skin was slightly tanner, you looked healthy but you didn’t look happy. Your eyes didn’t have the twinkle he loved, or your smile you gave to that old lady wasn’t the one that helped him sleep. You were surviving, not living…

Sam breaths became heavy so did his head, he held his head as felt something similar but worse than a migraine. Sam shut his eyes as he cried out in pain, Dean heard his brothers screech and ran towards the impala.

He saw the steel cool knife in his hand,

Sam gasped for air as he saw Dean running towards him.

He saw you struggle to get out of his impossible bound,

Dean ripped the car door open, trying to get his baby brothers attention.

He saw your frightened, pleading and agonizingly miserable face,

Dean held his brothers head in his hands.

He saw the monster he became from the betrayal in your eyes.

“Sam, SAMMY! HEY LOOK AT ME” Dean ordered his brother to open his eyes but Sam simply violently shook his head while the tears streamed down his face. He pushed Dean aside and threw up all contents of his breakfast on the floor of the parking lot. Dean soothed his brothers back and looked behind him, hoping you didn’t catch him or Sam… but you simply waited tables.

“Dean” Sam hoarse voice called out, aiming to get Dean’s attention. He pulled away from Sam, shut the door and jumped into the drivers seat, putting the cafe in the rearview mirror. He caught a glimpse of you walking outside the cafe with your hand shielding your eyes from the sun. Dean looked over to his brother who was hunched over with his head in his hands.

“I saw everything, Dean. I saw what I did” Sam whispered while he cried. He felt sick, disgusted and wretched. He felt worse than the demon blood, he wanted to scrub away the feeling growing inside the pit of his stomach but not even acid could remove that stain.

“I saw the way she looked at me… oh god. Dean I was a monster” Dean’s face fell, he shook his head when he saw Sams troubled expression along with his guilt ridden posture. He was heavily breathing, panting even. Dean heard Sam’s shaky whisper commands to breathe in and out and Dean felt useless for once.

“Sammy it was- DON'T… don’t say it.” Sam cut him off. Dean sighed and he felt a vibration on his right leg, he pulled out his phone while keeping his eyes on the road. He looked at the screen and saw it was a text from you, he looked over to his brother and opened the text.

From: Y/N

Hey, I heard a 67 chevy outside the cafe, was that you? Or am I going insane cause I miss you so much?

Dean smiled, he was proud of you, you could tell it was baby just by her roar. Sam saw his brother smile and snatched the phone off him. Dean was about to retaliate but he stopped when Sam calmed down just a bit by your name. Dean pulled into the hotel and looked over to Sam who was just staring at his phone. Dean entered the cool A/c blasting room and walked up to the reception desk, seeing a familiar face.

“Hey Steve, how’s it going?” He walked up to the desk seeing his old friend behind it.

“Hey Luke, long time man. I’m great, so same old?” Dean handed over the fake card which had the name ‘Luke Bryan’ written on it.

“Nah, two beds this time” Steves eyebrows arched and he had a shit eating grin replacing his soft gentle one.

“Not like that Steve, I got my baby brother this time” Steve nodded and handed Dean the keys wishing him a good day. Dean exited out of the reception and walked to Sam who was leaning against the impala, frozen, focused on Dean’s phone.

“You have a picture of her” Dean confusingly looked at Sam but he remembered you sent a selfie of yourself to him last night.

“Yeh… she was proving a point” Dean fumbled with the keys in his hands, avoiding Sam’s gaze.

“I know, I read your texts” Deans head shot up, he was no longer sympathetic, he was pissed. You confided in Dean during so many texts, you told him about your nightmares. You told him you followed a guy that looked like Sam behind just to make sure it wasn’t him. You also messaged him one time about how you and Dean kissing was a mistake and that it was a moment of weakness. You trusted Dean in those texts and now he let you down.

“You what?” Dean snatched the phone from his largely intimidating brother but no longer was he afraid of stepping on the cracks.

“I had a right too” Dean wiped his face hoping his anger bubbling inside him would wipe away with it too.

“No you don’t, Jesus Sammy. Are we gonna talk about what happened back there, or not?” Dean loved Sam, with all his heart but it was times like this when Dean wanted to punch his face in.

“Or not… and you had no right kissing my girlfriend, or hiding the fact that she’s alive… Wow Dean, couldn’t even give me fucking peace of mind… couldn’t even tell me she was still fucking breathing, nice going… brother” Sam spat out and grabbed the keys as he walked to the motel. Dean sighed and stared at the ground shaking his head in frustration. It was going way too well that it had to fuck up sooner or later. Dean turned on his phone seeing a new text from you.

From: Y/N

Okie dokie, I’ll see you soon x  

“What the?” Dean didn’t remember sending a reply for the first text, he opened his sent messages and saw one new message.

To: Y/N

Yeah that was me, I’ll be at yours in 5.

“Fuck” Dean sighed and walked to his sulken brother. Dean closed the door behind him and sat beside a pissed off Sam.

“Look Sammy, Y/N is literally the Leia to my Luke. I love her in a sisterly way man and what we did was only because she was sad and I’m Dean Winchester. It meant nothing, I swear. I regret it more than her… but we can’t see her. You literally just fucking glimpsed at her and you threw up your frigging stomach man.” Sam sighed through his nose, nodding he tried to look at it through his brothers eyes but he couldn’t. He needed to see you, you needed to see him so he got up and walked towards the door. Sam looked behind him, waiting for Dean to get up. Dean slowly stood up understanding nothing could change his mind. Sam walked out the door expecting his brother to follow. Sam sat in the impala simultaneously as Dean and he looked out the window.

“I saw the text, you know” Dean not wanting to set his brother off the edge, picked his words carefully.

“Which one?” Sam bit his lip, holding back the salty liquid that was causing his eyes to burn and turn red.

“How sorry will never be enough” Dean realised what Sam was talking about and his raised his head in acknowledgement just before dropping it. He remembered how harsh that text sounded and how his heart hurt when you sent it.

To: Y/N

I’ll beg Sammy to apologise please, Y/N… come back. You can leave Andrew, he’s not family like us Y/N. Has he ever been stabbed by a witch for you? Or uh has he ever made you laugh so hard that you pee’d your pants? Because I remember that day, Y/N… Family don’t end in blood… and it don’t start there either.

From: Y/N.

I’m not going to lie to you Dean… but you, Sam, Bobby and Cas are my only family in this world. The rest of my family is up there and I would die for you any day no questions asked but Dean… how I feel. This feeling inside me. Words can’t explain how much I want to fling myself off a cliff. I feel disgusting, I feel worthless. I want to cry till my god damn eyes bleed out but I can’t you wanna know why? Because I lost my brother and my soulmate for the rest of my life in one day and tears can’t justify that sadness. No amount of tears will fulfill this hole in my heart. I want to throw up and die but I can't… I gotta keep fighting.

Dean, sorry isnt enough. My heart is broken in ways even Cas can’t heal and I’m afraid if I don’t put on a mask now it’ll never be okay.

So, Dean Winchester. I’m fine.

Dean remembered the heart ache he felt, he knew how it felt being broken. He never wished in upon his worst enemy,the feeling of hatred towards yourself is worse than anything. Knowing that you’ll never amount to anything is literally torture.

“I broke her, Dean. I fucking broke her” Sam let the tears fall, leaving them untouched.

“Well now you’re going to fix her.” Dean prayed deep in his heart to god. He never did but he prayed for you and Sam. Hoping for once things would go their way, for fucking once.

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Chapter o5.  The Caretaker

After some vocal persuasion, some aegyo, and a few kisses, Jongin finally surrendered and let you babysit Youngwoo.  You swung your legs inside the car excitedly.  It had been a whole week since you last played with the handsome little boy.  

“What if you end up poisoning him?” he laughed, more of as a joke but you felt your heart drop. 

“Oppa, am I really that useless and unreliable.  Do we need to hire a permanent doula after I give birth?” you questioned with a frown. 

He did a double take examining your expression.  With one hand still on the wheel, he stretched his other hand out to squeeze yours. 

“Jagiya, I was just kidding.  Don’t take it too seriously,” he tried to retract his previous statement. 

But every joke held a bit of truth.  And there was so much truth in the fact that you were still so young, so childish, so naïve, and not ready to be a mother.  You had just been pushing that thought on the far, far end of your mind because you thought with time, you’d mature.  But you were already over half way through your pregnancy and you thought…or as your husband thought you were still the same immature girl that bickered with him 24/7.     

Jongin abruptly parked the car.  You looked around, thinking you were in front of Sehun’s house.  But as you looked up to the mirror, you finally realized you had been silently crying.  Quickly, you wiped away your tears, hoping your husband didn’t see. 

“Jagiya…I was really just kidding,” he coaxed. 

“Oh, I’m fine.  I’m fine.  There was just dust in my eyes,” you brushed it off but your husband looked at you with skepticism.  As much as you hated your husband always treating you like a five-year-old, you hated it even more when he could tell that you were hurt…because it scared you that your sensitivity would drive him away one day. 

“Babe…look at me,” he tugged your hand and you obediently turned around so he continued, “You’re going to be a great mother”.  Will I be?


But you forced on a smile and nodded so he would drop the subject.  Sighing in relief, Jongin drove off again.

At Sehun’s house, you discovered pictures and pictures of his wife.  She was so, so graceful and womanly, alluding the perfect motherly figure.  As Sehun gave you a brief tour around his house before he left for work, you realized that everything from the laced curtains to the Victorian wallpaper, to the layout of the baby’s room was artistically flawless.

“By…any chance is your wife an artist?” you asked.

The young father turned around surprised by your accurate deduction and replied, “Yeah, she is an interior designer”.

“Ah…that makes sense,” you nodded, your hands grazing along the silk curtains. 

After Sehun left for work, you walked over to the crib, picked Youngwoo up, and then rocked him on the rocking chair.  He stared blankly at you, cooing and moving his little arms around.  You brought your face against his and pulled your phone to take a selfie. 

“Childish,” you imagined Jongin say.  Frowning, you withdrew the phone and put it back into your pocket. 

Setting the baby on your lap, you stared at him with a pout and asked, “Youngwoo-yah, do you think I’ll be a good mother?”

The little boy babbled and thrashed his chubby legs around in affirmation.

“But Oppa doesn’t think so.  Do you think Oppa regrets marrying me?”

Youngwoo flailed his little feet again. 

“I think so too,” you bit your lip. 

Suddenly, loud wails escaped from Youngwoo’s tiny lips, startling you.  Bouncing the baby on your lap, you tried to analyze what had made him lose his temper.  You placed your palm on his bum but it wasn’t warm so likely not a diaper issue.  Sehun said he had fed Youngwoo right before you arrived so likely not hungry either. 

“What’s wrong, Honey?” you asked, flustered when his cries only escalated. 

Taking a rattle from the toy box, you shook it a few times, hoping to calm Youngwoo down but he continued to cry.  So you brought him to your chest to pat him on your back but it didn’t help.  Out of ideas, you helplessly took a pacifier for him to suck.  The sobs quieted down and you sighed in relief, slumping back on the rocking chair exhausted.  But the tranquility was short lived.  A “ting” noise sounded.  You looked around to see the pacifier discarded on the floor.  Moments later, Youngwoo began to sob again.  Out of fear, you grabbed your phone to text Jongin for help but your finger lingered on the send button before retreating.  If I call for help now, that proves his idea that I am too childish for this role.  Throwing the device back into your pocket, you picked the baby up again.  As you rocked him back and forth, you stared into the eyes of the little boy, deep in thought.  Maybe…you really weren’t ready to be a mother. 


“You miss your Omma, don’t you?” you heard your voice whisper. 

The baby responded with softer cries.

“Do you even remember her?” your voice cracked.  Will my baby remember me if I left?  Will Oppa long for me as much as Sehun longed for his wife? 


The weeps lessened. 

“What is her name?  How did her voice sound like?  Which parts of you mirror her?  How about her scent, do you remember that?” you asked, your voice empty of emotions.

Silence answered you.  

It took another round of cradling, and tickling, and humming to get the little prince to fall asleep.  As you gazed at the sleeping angel, you felt like a mother for the first time.  Yes, morning sickness, occasional kicks, and a growing balloon stomach should have woken you up from your cute illusion of motherhood but right there in front of you was reality.  That as much as being pregnant and giving birth was a big milestone, taking care of a child for the next twenty-one or more years was the real deal.  You sighed, gently lifting Youngwoo up to tuck him back into his crib. 

In the next few hours, you fed the hungry baby twice, cleaned his nappy four times, and lulled him to sleep sixth consecutive times.  Your hair was a mess, your shirt half clung onto your exposed shoulder, and your legs cramped from standing and running around so much. 

When you finally got some quiet time to yourself to think and rest your throbbing back against the sofa, the front door opened and in came Sehun and Jongin.  Immediately, you straightened up, fixed your hair, and feigned a smile. 

“Jagiya, did you have fun?” your husband asked, kissing you on top of your head. 

No, not really.  I don’t think I’m ready to be the mother of your baby.


“Yeah, very,” you heard your trained voice automatically respond. 

“See, _______ssi, I told you you’d be a good mother in the future,” Sehun spoke, hovering over the crib to check on his son. 

You nervously laughed. 

In the car ride home, you looked out the window, staring at the still half-lit sky.  Silently, you prayed for God or the stars or any holy spirit to answer your questions.  As you painted invisible images in the sky with your fingers, Jongin slipped his hand through yours. 

“You’re awfully quiet today.  Are you still angry at what I said earlier?” he asked, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. 

Immediately, you turned around and shook your head, “No, of course I’m not angry”.  Because it’s the truth. 


“So tell me about your adventure with Youngwoo,” Jongin suggested.  Oh, it was an adventure all right.


“I wonder what it felt like for Sehun’s wife to leave,” you said instead.

“Well, you left me once.  How did that feel?” he quipped. 

“Not good,” you admitted, “but that’s different because I knew I was coming back”.

“Weren’t you the one who firmly told Sehun that his wife would return too?” he questioned, bringing your hand up to his lip. 

He nibbled the back of your hand like a little squirrel eating corn and then he sealed it with a kiss before letting go to park the car in the garage.

At night, in bed, despite the fact that Jongin’s nightmares were occurring less frequently, you discovered yourself clinging tightly against him.  Just in case…just in case I don’t get to in a few months.  Just in case he decides I’m not good enough to be his child’s mother.


Just in case…      


a/n: And the angst slowly begins… ^(#`∀´)_Ψ Now do you guys understand why I had to make the girl a little obnoxious in the first few chapters? Hehe.  I still love her either way and I hope you guys do too :3

So glad you guys enjoy the guest starring of Sehun/Youngwoo!!  (▰˘◡˘▰) Hehe they’re so loved!  I think The Lucky One characters show up again three more times in this series :D #crossingstorieslikeapro

Off topic question but does anyone know what breed Candy, Tao’s little puppy, is?  I really want to know!!   


I thought I would put together one giant masterlist of all my fics, one that is actually mobile friendly since you can’t access the Loki and Tom links on the app. Please let me know if something doesn’t work.

**Updated 2/24/2016 - Cancel Christmas, Christmas Misstep, Comfort Through Chaos, Stay Awhile, Waiting, Zip Up, The Right Kind of Wrong Number (Chapter 8), and What’s Yours is Mine (Chapters 1-13 + One Shot)**

Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction

One Shot

  • A Casual Fling (T) - Tom and Avery were only supposed to be having a casual fling. That is, until the green-eyed monster comes for a visit and both realize they want more.
  • A Little Bit Of Acting (T) - Mackenzie is in a pinch and needs Tom to be her fiancé for the weekend.
  • A Little Morning Fun (M) - Promised his attention on a day off, Melissa takes matters into her own hands when Tom takes a work related call. 
  • A Picture is Worth a 1000 Nights (T) - If Tom was going to walk around the house in only a towel, Reagan was going to take advantage. 
  • Bad Habit (T) - Tom finds himself in a bit of trouble when he comes home from filming
  • Behind Closed Doors (M) - Quick to take the blame for an intern’s mistake, Kaitlyn steps into Mr. Hiddleston’s office knowing full well what awaited her behind closed doors.
  • Better Than Perfect (T) - OC accidentally finds Tom’s plan to propose and frets over ruining the surprise
  • Cancel Christmas (T) - Tom comforts his stressed girlfriend during the Christmas season.
  • Christmas Misstep (T) - Jess is determined to get her Christmas lights up, but a misstep leaves her falling for - or rather, on - the cute jogger.
  • Comfort Through Chaos (T) - Tom comes home exhausted from filming to find Ellie trying to reorganize the bookshelves again.
  • Devil’s Spawn (T) - The cat next door just won’t stop meowing and Tom has had enough
  • Doctor Tom (T) - Tom comforts OC when she is having a bad day.
  • For Better For Worse (T) - They had fallen in love so easily. But when Mia lets it slip that she doesn’t want children, her and Tom have to decide where their future lies. 
  • Happy Anniversary (T) - Tom’s surprise for their one year anniversary goes a bit unplanned.
  • Hey, That’s My Ice Cream (T) - Isabelle is desperate for a bowl of her favourite ice cream. Now if only the handsome stranger at the grocery store would just hand it over.
  • Home Run (T) - Arriving in Toronto early for TIFF, Tom is dragged by his girlfriend to a baseball game with a surprising end.
  • I Almost Do (T) - I forget he’s not there sometimes. I forget he’s no longer mine.
  • Little Miracle (T) -Tom rushes to the hospital after his pregnant wife collapses
  • Misplaced Glasses (T) - Tom’s misplaced his glasses again and recruits his sleeping girlfriend to help search for them.
  • The Morning After (T) - After sleeping with her closest friend, Abby is left wondering what to do the next morning.
  • My Kind of Apology (M) - Tom invites an ex-girlfriend to dinner and OC is jealous.
  • Okay (T) - Being apart isn’t easy for Tom and his girlfriend.
  • The Parking Spot Thief (M) - OC is tired of Tom taking her parking spot
  • Stay Awhile (T) - After a long time apart, Tom is finally home.
  • Tea and Chocolate (T) - He heard her voice before he saw her, and once he had, Tom couldn’t possibly just run on by.
  • Time For A New Hobby (T) - Ava is determined to start running. Only, she never accounted for uneven sidewalks and handsome jogging actors.
  • Waiting (T) - Tom promises to be home for Christmas.
  • White Liar (T) - Tom has to tell OC that her fiancé has cheated on her.
  • Who Do You Think You Are? (T) - Exhausted from filming, Tom takes a shower late at night, only to be interrupted by a disgruntled neighbour.
  • Wrong Number (T) - Trying to make her ex jealous, OC accidentally sends a selfie to a famous stranger (Tom Hiddleston Frustration Microfiction Contest Winner)

One Shot Series

Sweet Tooth

  • Even Villains Have A Sweet Tooth (M) - OC is sick and tired of the villainous - and handsome - Tom Hiddleston scaring off all of her customers.
  • Special Delivery (M) - OC brings Tom a special delivery, and it’s not just a cupcake.
  • A Dangerous Business (M) - After a close call, Tom and OC have to decide if it’s safe to be together
  • The Sweet Surprise (M) - It’s been months since Tom and OC have broken up, and both are in for a surprise.

All About Those Clothes

  • Naked Nipple (T) - Gemma has had enough of Tom’s see through t-shirts
  • A Little Blue (T) - Tom wears a lot of blue these days, and Gemma’s noticed
  • Zip Up (M) - Gemma realizes teasing Tom about his pants wasn’t the brightest idea. On second thought, perhaps it was.


  • The Art of Losing Control (M) - Gallery owner Nora never expected the reaction she had when she saw Tom for the first time. She wanted him, all of him, and was willing to lose every ounce of control in order to get him. -   Part 1   Part 2   Part 3
  • Just A Job? (T) -In desperate need of money, Lexie agrees to help her paparazzi friend get the perfect shot of Tom Hiddleston. She just never expected what would happen afterwards. -   Part 1   Part 2
  • The Right Kind of Wrong Number (M) - Drunk after discovering her boyfriend cheating, Clara makes the mistake of calling a stranger who she thought was her ex. Only this wrong number just doesn’t go away. - Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 5   Chapter 6   Chapter 7   Chapter 8
  • She Don’t Love You (M) - Scared of repeating the past, OC breaks it off with Tom. - Part 1   Part 2
  • Trapped (M) - Tom and a coat check attendant get trapped in a room together. - Part 1   Part 2  
  • Wrong Address (M) - Tom opens a package, only to discover the contents were definitely not for him - Part 1   Part 2

Loki Fanfiction

One Shots

  • Darling Little Princess (K) - OC catches Loki in the nursery of their daughter again. (reblogged from teacuphiddles)
  • The Icky Green Dress (K) - Imagine Loki’s comical disappointment when your toddler daughter shows clear dislike of the color green. (reblogged from Imagine Loki)
  • Kissing It All Better (K) - Loki worries as he watches his daughter walk for the first time. (reblogged from teacuphiddles)
  • Lonely Tonight (M) - Imagine Loki catches you doing something you did not want anyone to see. (reblogged from imagine Loki)
  • Sleeping Beauty (K) - Imagine Loki goes with you to Linens and Things. You go your separate ways to browse but when you are through shopping you can’t find him. After a tense half hour search you find him asleep on one of the display beds cuddled up under the comforter. (reblogged from teacuphiddles/imagine Loki)
  • The Sleepwalking Trickster (M) - Imagine Loki as your roommate. Early on, you discover that he has the penchant of sleepwalking. You find out one night when you wake up to him wandering into your room and crawling into bed with you. That is also the night that you discover he also prefers to sleep without clothes on. (reblogged from imagine Loki)
  • Sleepyhead (K) - Imagine pulling a sleepy Loki by his hand and guiding him to bed. (reblogged from imagine Loki)

Twin AU - What’s Yours is Mine


One Shots

  • Twenty-Six and Twins (M) - Thomas and William go out one weekend to look for a good prospect for the night, finding a woman celebrating her birthday, and take it upon themselves to make sure she welcomes her 26th year with a bang.

For @wrm1225​, “i would like to see a fic where Lardo & Shitty spend a drunken weekend in Vegas. maybe they get married by an Elvis impersonator or something. LOL”

Someone is shaking Shitty’s shoulder.

“Shitty… Yo, Shitty, you awake?” a soft voice says. It’s Lardo’s voice; Lardo must be in the bed with him. Shitty groans and cracks open one eye, staring up at the hotel room ceiling, the fan circling above them making the room even spin more.

“What’s up, Lards?” He mutters, rubbing at the bridge of his nose and trying to push back the throbbing hangover threatening to come on full-force.

“What time is it?” Lardo asks, pulling some of the sheets off of Shitty as she curls into a little ball at his side.

“No idea.”

“We’re supposed to meet Bitty and the boys for brunch at 11,” she says. Shitty snorts; who the fuck (besides Bitty) goes for brunch when they are in Las Vegas?

“A lot of people,” Lardo answers, turning over to face him. “You said that out loud.”

“I stand by it,” Shitty grunts. “Who the fuck would wake up for brunch?”

“C’mon, doesn’t a bloody mary sound good right now?” she asks. Shitty frowns thoughtfully; actually, it does.

“Ok,” he says, gingerly pushing himself up onto his elbows, “Let me just shower and…” he takes a second to take in his surroundings. “This isn’t my room.”

“It’s mine,” Lardo replies, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. “You swung by after Jack wouldn’t come out to the late night club with you.”

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EXO Reaction to seeing their dog take their place on the bed after tour

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

Xiumin: Xiumin would burst through the door and dump all his stuff on the floor as he raced throughout the house to find you in the bedroom. Even if it was really late at night, he didn’t care, he was so excited to finally see you. I think that as he races through the door, Xiumin would just feel shocked as he saw your dog in his spot using his favorite pillow and blankets. He would just gasp and stare, almost as if he had walked in on you with another man in your bed. You would be up reading a book and would just look up to find him with his jaw dropped and his eyes wide. A smile would light up your features as you encouraged him to come over so you could greet him and welcome him home, but he would pout and walk over to your dog where he would point at it’s position and shake his head. After moving him, Xiumin would then get on the bed and tackle you, giving you kisses and a big hug.

Originally posted by dawnlus

Luhan: I think Luhan would be a mix of irritation and adoration. He would find it so cute that the two of you were snuggling together in a deep slumber, but he would want to join in and there wouldn’t be enough room. Luhan would be extra tired because he just got home from tour and he had a long flight, so I don’t think he would really be too considerate of your new cuddle buddy. Luhan would scoop the sleeping animal up and give it a few kisses because he definitely missed his furry companion as well. After giving it a few pets and a hug, he would gently place it at the foot of the bed before climbing onto the mattress to envelop you in a warm embrace. He would be at peace with you in his arms and would feel complete once more as he drifted off to sleep.

Originally posted by exogivesyoumoonskin

Kris: I think that Kris would just be shocked that out of all people, your dog was cockblocking him. Kris seems to be a lot better with children rather than pets and animals, so he would be a little clueless in this situation despite the fact he could literally just scoop your dog up and put it on the ground. He would probably stand there and just scratch his head, thinking over and over again what he could do to slip under the covers with you. It’s a lot harder for him due to the fact he’s huge and I don’t think all of you would fit on the bed vertically, so Kris would finally come to the conclusion to just move your pet. He would be very careful and awkward as he transported the half awake animal towards the end of the bed. Kris would then cheer for himself and his victory as he reclaimed his side of the bed, only to be silenced as your dog got up and ploped itself on top of him. 

Originally posted by suhomysuho

Suho: I think the only thing that would have gotten Suho through the long flight with the yelling members and all the stress would be the thought of falling into bed next to your sleeping figure. He would be silent as he found his luggage, drove to your house, ignored Chanyeol and Baekhyun’s pestering and Sehun’s complaining. He entered and finally went into your bedroom only to find your dog was taking up his entire side of the bed. I think the realization wouldn’t have sunken in for a few minutes, he would just stare blankly at the bed and the animal occupying most of it. The idea of sleeping with you and getting a full night of rest would have vanished completely from his mind. I think Suho would be too tired to even deal with the situation so he would just wake you up so that you two could hug and kiss and you could move your pet.

Originally posted by parkchny

Lay: Lay would be so touched to find you two asleep, I don’t think he would care at all that your dog was taking up his side of the bed. He would be laughing and spazzing so much as he crawled onto the mattress to join you that you would probably wake up very confused. First, Lay would give your dog kisses and squeal when it would lick his face because he found the sensation very tickilish. When you turned over to see what the ruckus was, you would find him lying beside you with your dog in between you two. He would give you a hand gesture before pressing a few kisses to you because he definitely missed you. You would want to cuddle with him so you would move your dog to the far side of the bed, then Lay would be able to wrap his arms around you and tell you everything that happened on tour.

Originally posted by o-hyuk

Baekhyun: I think this would turn into a bit of a memorable moment that Baekhyun would never forget. He would probably be so tired and sick of SM and working so hard on the long flight home, he would constantly be questioning why he was doing this and honestly ruining his youth. He would finally arrive home and his sore feet would carry him into the bedroom where he found the two of you sound asleep. He would then realize that everything he did, whether it be big or small, was to make you happy because he loved you. His heart would just soar because he just noticed how much you mean to him and how much he loves you. He would probably just sit and observe the two of you, hearing his dog wake up and rush over to him to greet him. After a few minutes of silence and a lot of petting, Baekhyun would then bring the dog back to the bed where he would climb in first and then place your pet down. He would want to be next to you so that he could keep you close.

Originally posted by chentokki

Chen: Chen would feel so defeated and betrayed all at once to be honest. I think that all the hassle of getting home would hit him all at once as he saw who was occupying his side of the bed and obviously blocking him from seeing his girlfriend. That day, the flight would have been filled with crying babies and he would have almost lost his luggage and the taxi ride to your house had a driver that wouldn’t stop talking to him and annoying him. When he finally made it to his bed, his body aching and his mind buzzing from how tired he was, he would feel his world crashing down at the sight of your dog lounging it’s entire body across his spot. Chen would just hold his face in his hands and shake it due to the frustration, asking out loud why his luck was so bad. He would then pick your pet up and deposit it on it’s bed on the floor before he finally crawled underneath the covers where he snuggled up next to you and passed out.

Originally posted by fyeah-chanyeol

Chanyeol: You would be on your bed on your laptop listening to music with your dog when Chanyeol would arrive home. Due to the fact you had headphones on and you were watching some music videos, you didn’t hear him calling for you and closing the front door. He would eventually stumble into the bedroom and smile widely as he laid eyes on you, when you wold look up and see him, you would beam and wave him over. He immediately went to go onto his side of the bed but he stopped abrubtly and just stared blankly at your dog. Soon enough, a pout would just form on his face and he would look up at you for help. By now, you had put away your headphones and computer and were puzzled as to why he was hesitant to climb onto the bed and hug you. He would then point at your dog and you would sigh at his childish antics, giggling as you moved the dog and screamed as he jumped onto the bed and began to tickle and kiss you. 

Originally posted by tubeey

Kyungsoo: I think it would be late afternoon when you decided to take a nap and your dog ultimately ended up joining you. You would have been waiting for Kyungsoo to return from his flight, but a sleepy feeling overcame you so you decided to curl up and take a nap. You would awake to this gif exactly, his hands clapping in front of you to wake you up because not only did he want to talk to you and see you, but your dog was preventing him from snuggling with you. After you furrowed your eyebrows and rubbed at your eyes, Kyungsoo would then get onto the bed (on your side) and that would result in you having to move over to give him some space. He would then lie next to you and send a few glares to your dog which you would pick up on and laugh about. He would probably just be extra protective of you and greedy due to the fact he hadn’t seen you in months and he just wanted to have you all to himself for at least a day.

Originally posted by aeloea

Tao: Tao would literally be so happy omg okay he would obviously be exhausted as he returned home and a mixture of confusion and hurt would cross his mind as he stepped foot in your apartment to find that no one had welcomed him home. Candy wouldn’t be running to come and see him like she normally would do and you wouldn’t be watching T.V. as you waited for him or sitting at the kitchen table with your laptop. He would be unstrapping his shoes with a frown dominating his facial features before he would wander throughout his home, wondering where the two of you could be. He saw your wallet, keys, and shoes so you had to be home which finally lead him to enter the bedroom and gasp when he saw who was on his bed. He would be so delighted to see his two princesses getting along and cuddling together for a nap. Tao would legit take 50 selfies while you guys were asleep and he would finally climb onto the bed to join you guys, so excited to spend the rest of his day with his two favorite people.

Originally posted by twirlinchen

Kai: Kai would be so proud of his prized pets, I think that before every departure for tour, he would say goodbye to his dogs and tell them to take extra care of you. When he stumbles in, his shoes and suitcase forgotten at the door and he sees the four of you together asleep, his sleepiness would totally be wiped from him. A huge smile would just dominate his facial features and he would just stand there for a few minutes, taking in the scene. After overcoming his initial shock and happiness, Kai would (very quietly) whip out his phone and start to snap some pictures so that he could look back on this moment whenever he needed a little ‘pick me up’ at practice or whatnot. Once he observed his surroundings for the final time, he would climb into bed and weave himself into the covers, wrapping an arm around your waist while pressing kisses to his dogs’ heads.

Originally posted by pikaemily

Sehun: I feel like Sehun would be unsure of what to do in this situation, he would really want to lie down next to you and sleep with you but your dog would be the problem. I think it would be kind of overly protective of you, so whenever he moved close it would growl. Since he had been gone so long and had probably changed since he had last seen you (hair color, clothes, cologne, etc.) the dog might not recognize him at first and assume that he was a stranger. Sehun would probably get impatient at one point due to waiting so long and being blocked by your dog, so he would probably attempt to pick it up only to have it snap at him and he would flail his arms and flip out because he was scared haha. At this point, you would wake up with all the chaos going on and relax the dog, bringing it to it’s dog bed on the floor and finally Sehun could hold you close and sleep. 

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