i wont hold this against you

anonymous asked:

For an imagine. If you could do one where reader finds the group (whichever era) she's about 25 and has dad/guy trust issues. Very independent and doesn't want any help from a man. However you want to take it from there :) smut and fluff would be a huge plus.

Yeah, I hope you like it!

Originally posted by the-walkingdeadimagines

My Stranger

Daryl x Reader
Words number - 1500
Warning- fluff and little smut


You entered the store to scavenge something to keep you satisfied for the week, you have been on your own for almost a year now, sure its lonely and depressing but its also safe.

It keeps you from getting hurt and betrayed.

betrayal…

something you knew all too well, even though it was right in front of you all these years, you refused to see it. refused to believe that the only person you loved would betray you

Your dad was a drunk, he would drink himself to sleep. Gambling with every cent you earned, even with your mother’s medical payment, he would still use that money you kept aside for her treatment, and well now she is dead and so was he.

He used you for money since you were 14, and now you were 25, yet the horrid memories wouldn’t leave you. you thought with you boyfriend around, he could be your wall, your stepping stone, your backbone that held you up, even though he cheated on you, he promised to never do it again, and being 17 and in love, you believed him.

Until a year ago, when your camp was being attacked by walkers and to save himself he pushed you in front of them so that he could escape.
Sad thing, he didn’t escape and before taking further steps, a walker attacked him and ripped him apart, saving you instead.

you didn’t feel sad, remorse or regret. indeed it was that day that you realized that you dont need any man, or anybody in fact to take care of you. you took care of your mother and drunk father. you damn well could take care of your damn self and didn’t need anyone.

and thats how you ended up alone, for a year.

grossed in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice the walker that threw itself on you, knocking you to the floor, your gun flying away from your reach. Trying to reach for the knife in your back pocket, you couldn’t. the walker was so heavy and was persistant of having a bite of off you.

“Fuck!” you cursed as you tried to push it off of you

You thought you would die, but what you didn’t expect was the arrow that flew, and ended up right between the eyes of the walker.

you pushed it of off you, much easier now that it wasn’t struggling and stood to see a tall guy with long dark hair covering his face, he had a crossbow in his hand and he was wearing a vest and worn out jeans

“I could have taken care of it myself!” you said annoyed, you hated to admit that, a ‘man’ saved you

“Yeah” he scoffed as he turned, he started searching the shelves in the store

“Daryl, we found nothing!” A dark female, with swords on either sides of her back and a tank top appeared, behind her followed a man with a light scruff and grey color eyes

they saw you and drew their weapons, pointing it at you

“Where is Daryl?” the grey eyes man spoke, pointing the gun at you

“I dont know who Daryl is” you said simply as you walked around, not bothered with the gun pointed at you

“Rick” the man that saved you came, through a back door “Dont” he said motioning the grey eyes man to lower his gun and he did

The three of them seemed to have a silent conversation going on between them and suddenly all three approached you

“What?” you asked looking between them

“How many dead, did you kill?” the grey eyes man spoke

“And why should I tell you?” you asked amused

“Just answer him” Daryl said

“I dont count!” you said honestly

“How many living?” grey eyes dude asked again

“Ten” you said honestly

“Why?” Daryl asked

“Why? you tell me why?” you hissed as you tried to move around them, you were done with their games, but the girl with them came in front of you blocking your way

“Do you have a camp?” she asked and you laughed

“I’m all on my own!” you said as you tried to move but she didn’t let you

“Since when?” Rick, you think asked

“A year? I dont remember!” you said annoyed

“How about you come with us, we have camp and everything” Daryl offered and you smiled

“Yeah, no! I dont do well with groups!” you said honestly

“Just come, and if you feel you dont fit, than go back to the road!” the girl spoke and you nodded, you got nothing to lose anyway

——

All this, took part almost one year ago, you going to Alexandria, meeting and getting to know people, having your own house, a place to call home. something you thought you might never have again.

But what you really didn’t expect was your unconditional growing feelings towards Daryl.

before you knew it, you were in love with him, but you would never admit it. you had your fair share of heartbreak and betrayal and you would be damned if you let anything like that happen to you again. so whenever Daryl tried to get close to you, you would push him away, be rude and mean. hoping it would work

but Daryl could see right through you. he knew why you did all this and he would be damned if he lost you because of some stupid fear you had.

“Y/n!” Rick yelled and when you looked up, you saw a walker launch himself on you, his teeth inches away from your arm.

Before you could react, an arrow landed in the walkers head, saving you. you sighed in relief thinking it was all over now, oh boy how wrong you were

Daryl who just saved you, didn’t notice the walker that jumped him and now he was under the walker’s mercy, Daryl was far you couldn’t get to him on time. he was going to die because he saved you

fucking idiot thinks he can save everyone and now he was going to die

Thankfully, Michonne was there and she swung her sword, cutting the walker in two

You were so pissed with Daryl all the way back home, the bloody idiot thought he could save everyone at the cost of his life, who told him to save you, you could save your own damn self

when you reached Alexandria, you jumped off the car and stormed to your house annoyed

“Y/n!” Daryl jumped right after you, yelling your name, but you ignored him.

you went into your house, ready to slam the door, only for a foot to stop it from completely shutting.

you walked up stairs towards your room. you weren’t going to sit and talk to him, you hated him for defending you, he thinks he is invincible

you went to your room and as you were about to enter, a rough hand grabbed your arms, pushing you towards the wall

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Daryl yelled at you and you pushed him, you hit him hard against his chest, making him stumble a step or two.

“Stupid, Bitch!” he growled rubbing his chest were you just hit him

“You are the bitch!” you spat annoyed

“Whats your problem?“he asked calmer now

"You!” you snapped at him “You are my problem! you think you are superman? news flash Daryl, you bleed!”

“What are you even talking about?” he said honestly confused

“Who told you to try and help me? I dont need your help! I dont need anyones help! i can save my own damn self!” you yelled at him, he looked much calmer now

“Y/n..” he said softly as he approached you and you backed away, hitting you back to the wall

“What are you doing?” you asked breathless, Daryl was incredibly close to you right now

“I like you” he admitted and your eyes were wide “And I know you like me too, and you are trying to push me away” he confessed and your mind went blank

“What?” you breathed

“Just tell me that I’m not reading this wrong, that my feelings aren’t one sided” he said as his nose brushed yours, his lips inches away

“Daryl..” you whispered

“I wont ever hurt you, I promise, you dont have to be afraid when you are with me” he said and you felt his hands on your hips, rubbing small circles with his thumb

“Dee…”

And just like that his lips were on yours, kissing you hungrily.

his hand pinned yours upwards as he started sucking at your neck, making you moan.

your hands pulled out of his grip and reached out and grabbed fists full of his vest, holding him to you desperately as his tongue lay claim to yours. It moved at slow and languid pace against yours, yet it was strong and demanding. A groan rose up in your chest as his hands gripped you tight, making you shiver under his touch

His mouth left yours, causing you to whimper, until his sinful lips trailed down your jaw, to the juncture where your neck met your shoulder as he sucked a dark purple mark.

“Y/n!” he moaned against your skin, moving lower to plant reverent kisses on the swell of your breasts. Ripping your shirt open, a gasp escaping your lips. Pushing your shirt off your shoulders and kissing you fiercely again.

Your hands ran along his neck and into his long hair, the tips of your fingers dancing along the long hairs on his shoulder.

Daryl grabbed your ass and hoisted you up, and you to wrapped your legs around his waist. He moved away from the wall, walking you into your bedroom. He threw you on the bed and smirked. He removed his vest, tossing it in a chair before hovering over you, his breath mixing with yours

“You dont need anyone, but I need you!” he confessed

And this night he spent it proving you, just how much he needed you!

day’s end | five evenings in the mill

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i.

Sliding into bed at the end of a day like the one he’s had is pure, fucking bliss. The sheets are cold and soft around his legs, the mattress takes his weight like a dream and his pillow smells of Robert. It’s perfect.

Well. Almost.

“So she keeps going on and on about what Jimmy would say and how Jimmy would have done it,” Robert’s saying between vigorous brushes of his teeth. “As if she ever listens to a word he says when he’s actually there!”

Aaron allows himself a moment to roll his eyes to himself so hard he might sprain something, then sighs and turns over so he can see Robert in the bathroom doorway.

Robert’s in nothing but his underwear, toothbrush in hand. It might be doing something for Aaron if he didn’t have toothpaste down his chin, a smattering of it on his chest. As it is, he manages to hum supportively and has to fight to keep his eyes open.

“Jimmy’s the one who suggested it! Which she knows,” Robert shoves the brush back into his mouth, a brief reprieve. “She wouldn’t know a good deal if it smacked her on the arse,” he mumbles around it, very close to actually foaming at the mouth.

Aaron does shut his eyes then, because it’s disgusting. “Just get Jimmy to ring her,” he says.

“I’ve tried,” Robert says, voice fading as he goes back into the en suite. There’s a blast of water, gargle, spit. If he has a piss with the door open again Aaron is actually going to smother himself.

Even through closed eyelids he can tell when the room goes dark, Robert shutting the doors, shuffling around to his side of the bed.

He smells minty fresh when he climbs in behind Aaron, so Aaron turns over, rolls into Robert’s body for a cuddle.

“I just wish she’d listen to me,” Robert says, a big hand rubbing up Aaron’s back. “I know what I’m doing.”

Aaron hums again, feeling heavy. “Just do it anyway. She’s an idiot.”

He feels Robert nod, a gentle hand through his hair. “Thanks for letting me moan at you,” Robert says, voice a quiet murmur now they’re pressed together.

Aaron shrugs, tucking his face into Robert’s neck, tangling their legs together. “What are husbands for?”

He thinks Robert presses a kiss to his temple but he’s already sliding into sleep.

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Miracle of Life

Pete Dunne x Reader

Requested by @morgancorbin

Prompt: Would you pretty please write a one shot about Pete Dunne, he just one the U.K. Championship and his pregnant wife goes into labor?

Taglist: @logandemico @pandoorii @awkward-walking-potato @ilovesamizaynn @rabidwrestlingfan @dorkyvillain @wwesavedme @princess3733 @spot-of-bother @daydreambelieverx86 @heelturn-timesten @ambrosegirlforever @morgancorbin @eviewatcheswrestling @amaranthine-reign @cute-face-chubby-waist @theelitevillian

Originally posted by samizayn

“Are ya sure you wanna go with me?” Pete stood infront of you with crossed arms infront of is chest.

“Of course! This is your day. And what kind of a wife would I be if I wouldn’t support you during the most important match of your career?” you busied yourself by packing your purse, ignoring the sceptical look your husband of almost 2 years gave you. You loved that Pete was always protective over you but you didn’t see a why you shouldn’t attend to his match against Tyler today.

“You’d be a responisble pregnant wife.” he reasoned, “Ya due any minute, lav. I’m just worried.” he talked on.

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Don’t Leave Me

Request: Brad angst please / Do you think you could do a fluffy Brad smut?

Ask and you shall receive 

Warnings: Smut, A lot of angsty Brad, (Fluff)
Words: 2.8k

Brad is a little short on temper, and in a place where the stress of being in a band, touring the world, and writing music can be a little too overwhelming at times; He’s glad he has you to rely on.


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Study Buddies

Pairing: G-Dragon x You Theme: SMUT Word Count: 1853

A paperball hits you in the side of the cheek and you roll your eyes. Seriously? We are fucking college students for crying outloud. You pick it up off of the desk with a sigh. As your economics teacher drones on and on about monopolies and societal revenue, you quickly and stealthily open up the wadded piece of paper. 

“Pssssst Y/N, I need your help studying! I know the test is tomorrow and I can’t fail it! Pllleeeeaaasssseeeee noona?! -Call Me Mr. Fuckin’ G.O.D." 

You roll your eyes, not at the request, but at how he signed the letter. You smooth out the paper and grab your pencil. 

"Ji-Yong Hyung,  1. I am not your noona… You are literally a whole year older than me.  2. Of course I’ll help you study, but you’ll owe me! ;P 3. If I call you anything it’ll be dipshit… -You’re Dongsaeng.”

You gently fold up the paper into a neat little square and hand it to your neighbor. 

“Pass it to Ji-Yong.” You mouth at them. They nod and pass the message until Ji-Yong is holding the note in his hands. 

He opens the letter with little to no discretion, causing you to fight the urge to face palm. He smiles happily to himself and rolls his eyes before grabbing his pencil to reply. A few minutes later the once again balled up piece of paper is laying on your desk again. 

“Dongsaeng, is calling your Oppa a dipshit respectful… Maybe you’ll tutor me in the ways of economics and I’ll tutor you in the ways of mannerisms. I’ll walk home with you mkay? xx- Oppa" 

You bite back a light grin and when the teacher isn’t looking, turn around and flip him off. He glares at you and you stifle a giggle. 

Later that afternoon as the bell rings once more signalling the end of the day, You walk through the crowded halls quickly. You finally make it to your locker. you unlock it and shove the text books you don’t need inside the small rectangular metal box. As you are shutting your locker you look to the right and then to left. This is when you see Ji-Yong leaning up against the locker beside yours.

"Hey there sweet cheeks.” He says cheekily. 

You roll your eyes and turn towards the exit. You begin walking, with your backpack over your shoulders and Ji-Yong  beside you. Once outside of the large college he links his hand with yours.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You ask him incredulously, a dark blush flowing over your cheeks.

“Shut up dongsaeng. I’m only holding your hand. You wont die.” he replies slightly annoyed.  

“It’s just weird! Since when do we hold hands?” You question.

“Hush, I just wanted to hold your hand, but if you’re gonna whine about it then never mind.” He says sounding more embarassed than annoyed now.

“N-no… It’s fine. I was just surprised is all.” Your blush grows darker.

By the time that the two of you reach your home he is swinging your hands back and forth cutely and your chattering is nonstop. Once inside you both kick off your shoes and drop your bags by the door.

“Snack first?” You ask, making your way towards the kitchen. You two had been friends since you could barely walk and so this obviously wasn’t his first time in your home. Before you could make it more than a few steps away he grabs your wrist and pulls you back. You yelp as you stumble back towards him. He chuckles and pins you up against the door.      

“Is everything okay down there Y/N?” A masculine voice calls out from upstairs. Both you and Ji-Yong freeze. 

“Sorry Mr. Y/L/N! I accidentally bumped into her and scared her!” Ji-Yong calls out. 

“Ji-Yong is that you? It’s been a while!” The voice calls out again. 

“Yes sir it has been a very long time,” he begins shooting you a look that gave you chills, “Y/N invited me over to study for our big economics test tomorrow!" 

"Oh that was a great idea on your part honey!” your father calls out to you this time. 

“Yes sir, he is pretty good at the subject and I figured it would be v-very b-beneficial to m-me.” You stutter out as Ji-Yong licks up the side of your neck before beginning to suck on it. 

“Well I’ll leave you two be! I have a big presentation tomorrow so I’ll be up here in my office working on that! Knock if you need me!”

“Will do sir!.” Ji-Yong responds all the while looking at you with a smirk. You both here the door to your father’s office close and you look at GD incredulously. 

“What are you doing?” You whisper harshly. 

“You asked if I wanted a snack.” He replies with a shrug looking you up and down hungrily, “I figured I’d help myself to what your parents made.”

“Ji-Yong, n-no." 

"When you tell me to stop I will, but for now…” He trails off as his mouth returns to your neck. 

“Ji-Yong, s-seriously. My d-dad is l-literally right up the stairs.” You say biting back moans. 

“But your daddy is right here.” he replies with a cocky smirk, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around him. 

You protest in harsh whispers as he walks you to the kitchen and sits you down on the table. 

“Oh hush Y/N.” he says darkly, spreading your legs. 

You push down the hem of your skirt to cover your crotch. He chuckles before grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling it back. It hurts a little, but it turns you on more. His hot breath fans over your ear. 

“Y/N I’m going to count to three. You better have your skirt lifted up and your hands above your head by the time I’m finished counting. If you don’t this will be a lot harder for you." 

He lets go of your hair and squats down until he is eye level with your crotch. All the while counting slowly to three. His voice has never seemed so sexy to you. You proceed to lift your skirt and raise your hands obediently. He smirks up at you as he hooks his fingers into either side of your panties and gently moves them down your thighs, then down your calves, and onto the floor. You are looking down at him nervously, as he pulls your hips to the edge of the table, his mouth centimeters from your heat. He gently kisses your clit and you shudder. He smiles and proceeds to lick it. You gasp loudly and he looks up at you. 

"You’re father is upstairs.” he reminds you before licking your clit once more. 

You bite your bottom lip and drop your hands to Ji-Yong’s hair. After assaulting your clit numerous times he surprises you by dipping his tongue into your dripping hole. You open your mouth, but no sound comes out, just an face expressing extremely pleasure. 

“You’re so tight Y/N and this is just my tongue. I can only imagine what you’d feel like around my fingers… Or better yet my cock.”

“I-I wouldn’t mind finding out Ji-Yong Oppa…”

He sticks his tongue back inside of you and hums lightly before pulling it out again to look up at you. 

“You’re still a virgin aren’t you Y/N?”

You look away embarrassed by the obvious fact. He chuckles, “Let’s change that." 

You look at him wide eyed as he stands up and unzips his pants quickly. You try to look everywhere but at his obvious erection. 

"You’re so wet I should be able to just slide in. I’ll be gentle with you Y/N, don’t worry.” He looks at you, but this time you see a lot of love in his dark eyes, not cockiness. 

You nod lightly, a dark blush painting your cheeks. He pulls down his boxers and you finally give up on trying not to look at his erection. 

“My eyes are up here ya know?” He questions jokingly, cupping your chin in his hand and lifting your head. He stares deep into your eyes before kissing you lightly. You are the one who deepens the kiss, with a cross between passion and aggression. He raises his eyebrow in a shocked way, but doesn’t protest. As your kiss continues to heat up, you feel his tip brush against your core and you moan into his mouth. He slowly pushes his tip into, while lifting you lightly off the table. He slowly pushes his entire length into you and you tear up. You bite his lip harshly. He groans both at the bite and how tight you are around him. 

“F-fuck Y/N.” he groans out quietly. 

“P-please move Ji-Yong Oppa.” you mumble.

He nods, pulling out and pushing back in. With just the first thrust you are already weak. He is surprisingly vocal; whispering out profanity and a slur of compliments to you. Eventually, his thrusts get faster and his grip on your hips gets tighter. You begin to meet his upward thrusts with downward grinds and when he hits your spot you connect your lips with his harshly. This quieted your moans significantly. 

“O-oppa, I th-think I’m g-gonna… Ahh.” you moan out and he smirks thrusting harder and faster. 

“Do it baby girl. Cum around my dick.” he groans into your ear. 

Right after he says these words you do and he groans. He tries to hold his orgasm in order to let you ride out your high, but he can’t hold it for long and cums. Some inside of you and some on your stomach. You are both panting and sweating. He chuckles and so do you. 

“I never thought you’d be my first.” you say inbetween heavy breaths. 

He smiles widely, “Can I be your last too? And every time in between?”

“Are you asking me out you asshole?”

“Is that a yes loser?”

“Well no shit!” you say as he sets you back down on the table. 

As you try to stand up, you stumble forward and he catches you. 

“So, what you’re saying is I have to carry your fat ass?" 

"Shut the fuck up! You didn’t have a problem holding me up just a few seconds ago!”

He laughs as he pulls his pants and underwear back up. He rolls his eyes and picks up your underwear from the floor and then you. He lugs you over his shoulder and you yelp. 

“TO THE BATHROOM WE GO!” he calls out loudly. 

“Did you kids say something?” Your father calls out from up the stairs. 

You tense up and Ji-Yong answers, “Sorry I yelled in victory. I won our little economics game review!”

“Oh okay! Well, congratulations!” your father calls out once more and then the door is heard closing once more. 

“Nice save douche-bag.”

“Don’t make me drop your ass.” he replies.

You both laugh as he carries you to the bathroom and helps you clean up. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ From my Wattpad! COMING SOON: Requested jealous Taehyung SMUT Requested Jhope and fireworks SMUT -Daddy
why i hate fathers day

i hav written bout my dad a little - have very mixed conflicted feels bout him fatherhood in general being a man and all that shit - 

lets get the basics outta the way ok - to say - he wuz a very flawed human would be - an understatement - 3 marriages that i know of - he was absent a lot b4 he disappeared (presto chango  new fam to fuck up) when i wuz maybe 9 - NO ONE TOLD ME WOT HAPPENED till i wuz 14 - then my psycho uncle ( rilly psycho - but i loved him - hez the 1 who gave me the ttk in aj ttk - but thatz a story for another day) - so - reeses piecing it together - herez wot happened - he went off to be with his mistress whom he married when his divorce was final - he got drunk one night - came home - found her maybe w another man - shot him dead and shot her she lived - a prison stretch - parole meant he HAD to pay child support for me and my sis - he tried to get us to live w him and his wife (who forgave and stayed ) and their 3 kids - bottom line - he was never there when i (or anybody else) needed him -  i have half brothers and sisters i never met - i dont even know how many -and the beat goes on 

so - as they say -  he wuz in construction - usually a super - and by choice always on an out of town job - he also was a gambler - a good one - good enough he wuz the house player in poker games (otherwize known as a shill) for reno casinos - w his own money tho he would get overconfident and lose everything - always 

he came down w hodgkins disease in his 30s - did experimental drugs to get free med care - went into remission a couple x - he tried to reconnect w me - off and on - mixed bag - we never rilly tawked about important things 

he wuz a rated chess player 

he made promises he almost never kept 

so i learned a lot - i didnt want - i never make promises i cant keep - i know how to bounce back from loss - i learned how to take chances - i learned people wont fuck w you if they think u mite be psycho - i stayed away from guns esp when drinking - when i was younger i felt if i avoided killing anyone i would at least have been a more succesful human than he was - i learned that when i wuz fubar that i shouldnt have kids 

so he eventually died young (tbh idk how old he wuz - early 40s) from hodkins - he decided against further tx - got a call and was there as he died - holding his hand feeling life leave him - told him i loved him and forgave him


addendum - he musta been in his early 40s when he 1st was diagnosed w hodgkins 

A Little Mistake Messenger

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8  Ch. 9Ch. 10

Summary:  MC has exciting news to tell Zen and the other RFA members. That is until the MC gets a shock from Zen. MC finds comfort in a close friend, Jumin Han.

Rating: M (language and adult themes)

Tags: Mystic Messenger, Jumin x MC, Zen x MC

Authors note: Guys I tried really really hard to make this at least 10 pages long due to some suggestions that my other chapters are short. I had to go back to Jumins route to find pieces that i could incorporate into this story. Expect Smut in the next chapter. It wont be 10 pages long of a post though sorry to disappoint. I actually wrote the Smut first and then work the plot around it, just didn’t fit in this chapter. I love you guys for patiently waiting and reading still you keep me going! 


“I want to be honest with my feelings for you. I had intentions on letting our relationship grow however I ant deny that there is a strong attraction to you. I cannot hold myself back any longer.”

“Jumin-“

I felt his hand on my chin and he pressed his lips firmly against mine. My mind went blank at his tender kiss. I wanted more. I needed more. But I also needed to breathe before I was consumed in his heat. I looked into Jumins eyes that were tenderly looking into my own. I don’t know how long we stood there just looking at each other. Sarah must have let herself out on her own. Jumins hand placed behind my head. My hands holding tightly onto his shirt. I let my guard down and allowed myself to initiate the kiss again and pressed myself into his warm and soft lips. His tongue tracing around my lip as if asking for permission from my lips.

He was the first to pull away his head resting on mine. “I have been wanting to kiss you for a long time now.” He smiled kissing my head as if I were a child. “Did you mean what you said earlier?”

“All of it.” He just held me tightly against his chest. “I have never felt this much before I met you.” He whispered into my ear and I smiled knowing that he was becoming more open with himself and allowing himself to feel. He pressed his lips against mine as if he was trying to consume the air in my lungs. My lips brushing against his over and over again.

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Remedy (2)

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, cute-ass Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.

(Taglist is closed! It wont let me add more. Sorry!)

Originally posted by pxggycxrters

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It took a good hour until all her wounds were tended to. Bruce had a pained expression on his face the entire time he was attending to her, probably unwillingly imagining the grim images of what was done to her, just as I had been doing.

“She seems to be fixated on you” Bruce said as he disposed of his latex gloves. “she trusts you; for as far as she can trust anyone”

I sighed, biting my lower lip, a nervous tick that I can’t seem to get rid of. “I noticed. What am I supposed to do with that?”

“I know it’s inconvenient, but you’re gonna have to be the one to take care of her. If she’s ever going to speak, it’ll be with you” Bruce said matter-of-factly.

“It’s not inconvenient” I said all too quickly. “I just..” another sigh left me, “I’m not good at this kind of thing”

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Sometimes Rain Falls

A BTS Fanfiction

Type: AU/Alternative Universe

Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy…
But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…

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Chapter 12

She looked peaceful.

Her dress floated around her as though caressing her limbs with the lightest of touches, her pale cheeks almost seeming to make her glow and the way her hair curled in loops and waves around her face perfectly framed the cherubic expression mimicking calm.

But it’s the way she stares blankly up at the stars that tells you she was anything but at peace.

A quiet sobbing interrupts you as you stare at the Princess floating in the fountain, the husky, deeper coos of despair calling to you from the grey, blue and black tones of the dream, and forcing you to quietly walk around the stone basin, frowning when you catch sight of the back of someone curled in on themselves behind the fountain, the mop of hair all too familiar to you.

‘Taehyung?’

Calling his name has him lifting his head to look cluelessly up at you, his unfocused gaze slowly zeroing in on you until he seems to realize it was indeed you stood before him.

‘Y/N?’

‘Tae, what happened?’ you ask quietly, hurrying over and dropping to your knees beside him, reaching your hand out immediately to pull him towards you and cradling him against your chest as he continues to cry.

‘I-I couldn’t stop him…I couldn’t-I tried to save her-‘ he cries, his voice breaking repeatedly as he sniffles, attempting to get himself under control, and you continue to hold him tightly to you, widening your eyes as you understand what he’s saying, lifting your head quickly to scan the area around you immediately in search of Namjoon.

‘Tae, we should go. If he’s still here-‘

‘I wont let him hurt you, Y/N.’ he cuts you off quickly, a steely resolve entering his eye as he looks up at you, appearing so determined despite the tear tracks on his cheeks, that for a moment you’re taken aback…

…but that’s before you hear the sound of gravel crunching under foot, and you look over to the opposite side of the fountain-

-and you see Namjoon’s blazing purple gaze staring right back at you.

‘I wont let him hurt you, Y/N…’

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Anonymous said:

Yow! I love your writings so much 💖 I was wondering maybe you could do one with either Joe or Caspar (whoever you want!) where you two are really close friends and you go to VidCon together like on the plane or something and you two did something really cute and fluffy and some viewers took pics and after that rumors spread that you’re dating and your social media sites went crazy. Sorry if it’s too specific. Depends on you if you’d do it or not! Cheers, thanks love 💕

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“I hate flying so much.” You nervously played with your seatbelt in attempts not to bite your nails. It wasn’t that you hadn’t flown much before, because you had for VidCon, PlayList and of course random holidays, you just got incredibly nervous flying over the large Atlantic Ocean… But then again, you had the bad habit of watching plane crash documentaries on YouTube. So in reality you brought it on yourself.

“Oh calm down you nervous butt!” Joe said seeing you being twitchy as the plane continued to load passengers. “I’m calm!” You said sharply, looking at him, watching him shove his bag into the overhead bin. “Uh huh and I’m the King of England.” He rolled his eyes, his tone dripping of sarcasm.
“Your Highness.” You said in a swift and equally sarcasm tone, giving him a little bow from your seat.

“Jerk.” Joe sat down beside you, clicking his belt together. “Made you stop thinking about flying for a minute though, didn’t I?” He raised an eyebrow and grinned.

“I might have…” You nodded, “you’re welcome.” Joe winked at you.

Having been the best of friends for years, you were glad of all people to be sitting next to you on this flight, that it was Joe.

“VidCon!!” Caspar said walking down the aisle of the plane and several other YouTubers in the cabin cheered.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, trying not to laugh at this foolishness. “Look at him, he’s growing up so quick.” Joe remarked, “I know, one minute you’re adopting them from South Africa… Next time you blink … They’re all grown.” You sniffed, pretending to wipe a tear away.

Joe shaking his head, was laughing.

The plane finished loading, and you took off, watching as the ground got farther and farther away, you turned your attention to the monitor on the back of the seat in front of you.

“Good old stop over in Atlanta.” Joe said as he put his headphones on, putting down his tray table and dragging out his MacBook, opening it up. “I love Atlanta.” You admitted, your iPad resting on your lap, as you listened to a  SourceFed Podcast…

The flight was a good few hours in, you left early in the morning from Heathrow and the sky was still dark, you were okay for the longest time but then you started feeling your nervousness creeping back up on you, you looked to Joe who was in a half daze, falling asleep.

You tried to look away before he noticed you were staring at him, but he noticed. “You okay?” He asked, you just shook your head a little bit, “come on… You’re okay.” He assured, sitting up in his seat, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close into him, rubbing his hand up and down your arm slowly. “Just sleep… Sleep, like I am and the next time you know we’ll be preparing for landing in America.” He kissed the top of your head.

“I don’t think I’m gonna fall asleep.” You said leaning your head against him, closing your eyes none the less.
“I wont let anything happen to you, you’re alright.” He promised, still rubbing your arm gently, you held your eyes closed, zoning out that you were on a very large flying piece of metal over the ocean.

Eventually you did drift off into a sleep… As did Joe, still holding you, he rested his head atop yours and drifted off to sleep.

Caspar peaking over the seats, noticed the two of you snuggled up to each other, holding up his phone he snapped a few pictures, feeling the need to have some fun on the long flight, he turned back around in his seat.

Opening Twitter, he attached the picture and wrote ’#CoupleGoals’ before sending it off into the world wide web.

“So glad I paid for the WiFi.” He grinned to himself.

Within minutes of him posting that photograph, viewers went wild, retweeting and at replying Caspar, tweeting both you and Joe about it.

There had always been massive speculations Joe and you were secretly dating and keeping it hidden from everyone, so Caspar decided to add some fuel to the fire…

Standing at your gate for your next plane in Atlanta you connected to the WiFi and watched your Twitter notifications go insane. “Whoa.” You were surprised, they usually weren’t that bad.

“I know.” Joe said confused, noticing the same thing about his own profile.

“Oh my god.” You seen all these people freaking out about Joe and you being together, that you guys were finally coming out as a couple, people squealing in excitement via written text.

“What did I miss?” You asked seriously, looking at Joe who looked equally confused.

“Hi love birds.” Caspar joined them, giving a little wave, holding back a smirk.

“Caspar!” You exclaimed, “what did you do?!” You asked quickly.

“Nothing, just maybe… Posted a picture or two of you guys cuddling on the plane.” He said innocently.

“Caspar!” Joe exclaimed now, “are you insane? (Y/N) and I aren’t dating!” He ran his fingers quickly through his hair.

“Hashtag couple goals?!” You snapped at Caspar.

“Well….” Caspar said still pulling the innocent tone, but the look on his face was evil.

“I mean, at least now you’ll have something to talk about in your panel, right?” He pointed out, “see I made you interesting. You’re welcome!” He clapped.

“I’m going to kill you.” You said quickly, taking off your backpack…

Teen Wolf Imagine- What Happened To Y/N?

Part2

Authors Note- Okay so sorry if this is confusing, but I’m starting a series where each part is told in someone else’s perspective so the first part is in Y/n’s perspective and the second will be from another member of the pack and so on. All parts follow the story of Y/n and an event that occurred, but each pack member has a piece of the puzzle that they are unaware of. (Isaac, Derek, Peter and Allison are still there). Also I want to make it sort of interactive so if you have any ideas drop them in the comments or in my requests x

Y/n’s Pov

“I honestly didn’t mean it to come across like that” you said innocently with wide eyes. “Come on, you’re a flirt and you know it! The poor boy must of been so confused” Lydia giggled, giving you a light nudge. “I have no idea what you’re talking about and I wish to never find out” Scott claimed as him and Stiles sat their trays down opposite you. “Ah, don’t worry my dearest brother. You’ll never find out” you replied, laughing when you and Lydia exchanged looks. “There you guys are!” Liam panted as he slammed his textbook on your lunch table and flopped into the nearest available seat. “Woah, you look terrible” Stiles remarked as Allison joined you all. “Have you heard the news?” Liam asked, still struggling for breath. ”Enough with the suspense, spit it out!” you said as he barley finished. Before he could open his mouth to speak, Kira dragged a chair over to the end of the table, you all stared at her as it squeaked the whole way there. “Sorry” she eventually said with an awkward smile. “Anyway, the Beacon Hills High pep rally has been moved to tonight”  he said with such enthusiasm. “This is what you were so desperate to tell us?” Lydia asked with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, I thought you guys would be excited” he said as he looked at everyone’s bored faces. “Once you’ve been to one, you’ve been to them all” Stiles said, sounding like a wise old man. “Don’t worry, we’ll be there” Scott reassured, sensing his disappointment. “Right guys?” Allison joined in, staring particularly at you and Stiles. Everyone nod and murmured in agreement, “Wouldn’t miss it for the world” you added with an eye roll. You felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket, causing Liam and Scott to stare at you as they’re the only others to hear it. “Are you going to answer that?” Scott asked when you blatantly ignored it. “Oh uhm yeah” you mumbled, shrugging off his questioning looks. You pulled out your phone and read all the texts. You quickly shoved it into your pocket again and stood up. “Where are you going?” Allison asked. “I’ve just got to go to…the bathroom” you excused. “I’ll come with you” Lydia offered. “No it’s fine. Everything is fine” you replied too quickly, picking up your bag and exciting the cafeteria. “What was that about?” Kira questioned. “I don’t know” Scott answered with concern all over his face. “Did you pick up any signals with your wolfy powers?” Stiles leaned in. “Anxiety?” Liam spoke up. “Fear” Scott corrected as they all glanced at one another.

You stumbled into your house, holding your head. You dropped your bag by the door and tried to sneak up the stairs quietly. “Where the hell have you been?” your brother asked with his arms folded in the living room door frame. “Oh hey Scotty, I was just running some errands and I guess time ran away with me”  you lied. “For one I heard your heartbeat rise and I can smell the blood. What happened to your head?” he asked as he moved to the bottom of the stairs. You turned around and gave a weak smile, “We played dodgeball in gym class last period and I was hit pretty hard and-” you began before he cut you off. “Lydia checked, you weren’t in gym class” he pointed out. “Listen, we can do this back and forth all night but if we do we’ll miss the rally and we cant let Liam down. Just drop it. I’m fine. I promise” you said with another weak smile. “Hurry up and get ready, Stiles is picking us up in half an hour” he gave a loud sigh. You continued up the stairs. “Don’t think I’ve let this go, we’re talking about this later” he added. You waved him off from over your shoulder and slammed your bedroom door shut behind you. That was a conversation you weren’t willing to have.

You hopped into the back of Stiles’ jeep and smiled brightly at Lydia sitting beside you. “You look amazing, very indie” she said with an approving nod. “You look amazing also, very chic” you returned. “They’re cute, almost as cute as us” Stiles said, punching Scott in the arm playfully. “How come you aren’t riding with Kira?” you asked Scott. “She somehow got sucked into brining Liam and his friend Mason, so she made Allison go with her for company” Scott said as Stiles pulled out of your driveway. “So how about Isaac?” you asked again. “Him and Derek were sorting something out at the loft, or something like that. I think Derek’s brining him later” Scott shrugged and was about to turn the radio up. “Wait, so is Malia coming?” you asked quickly. “Yeah, we’re going to pick her up now” Scott answered once more. “You’re really jittery today, what’s up?” Stiles asked this time. “I appreciate your concern but as I told my brother here, I am 100% fine” you said, getting slightly tired of repeating yourself. A few minutes later you pulled outside the Tate residency and Malia staggered out of her house before straightening herself out and opening the car door. You squeezed into the middle seat as she got in. “I like the feather” she smiled casually. “Thanks, I like the boots” you smiled back. “That’s a cute necklace” Lydia added, leaning forward. “Thanks and that’s a really nice bracelet” Malia replied, dazed by it. “Girls, eh” Stiles scoffed while Scott simply shook his head.

When you arrived at the rally you immediately met up with the rest of the pack and said your greetings. You, Lydia, Malia, Allison, Kira and Mason were all in a huddle complementing each others outfits before Liam, Scott and Stiles pulled you away from each other not wanting to hear anymore compliments for the rest of the week, let alone the rest of the night. You all broke off for a while and did your own little things. You, Allison and Lydia were having a few drinks and dancing, taking full advantage of being able to feel the affects of alcohol. Scott was talking to Stiles further away from the music so they didn’t have to shout to each other. Liam was chilling and having a relaxed time as he introduced Mason to a few of his team mates. While Kira and Malia took full advantage of the free food that was on offer and aggressively drinking from red solo cups because they couldn’t feel a single thing other than the strong taste of vodka. You looked out of the corner of your eye and saw a figure, you turned yourself around and watched it, noticing it heading towards the bathrooms. You discreetly danced out of the crowd, before Allison and Lydia could notice. You quickly walked after the figure, glancing behind you and at your friends to make sure they weren’t watching you.

After eventually resurfacing you felt the crisp air on your skin as you walked out of the building. You leant against one of the trees at the bonfire, you listened to the sound of the crackling fire, the hum of students laughing and talking, the sound of coach tormenting Greenburg and the loud music that threatened to block out all other noise. A senior handed you another red solo cup and attempted to hit on you, you gladly took the drink and knocked it back but even that wouldn’t mildly convince you to show him any sort of attention. You looked up to see all your friends dancing together at this point, you didn’t need Scott’s hearing and sense of smell to tell they were having a good time, even though every so often they would look around trying to locate wherever you had gotten off to. Stiles and Kira were both sort of bobbing to their own rhythm while Malia and Allison laughed. Scott and Lydia didn’t miss a beat and were taking pride in trying to out dance each other. Isaac and Liam were stiffer than the others but still not as bad as Kira and Stiles. Mason had ran off somewhere with one of the lacrosse players. You shook your head at them and were taking joy in just watching them but before you could join them your phone buzzed again. You hesitated for a second, before aggressively pulling it out of your clutch. You skimmed over the messages and let out a loud huff, before storming further out into the lacrosse field. Who knew so much stuff could happen in one day?

After about an hour, the party was still raging but it had died down from what it was. Most of the pack had stopped dancing and had collapsed onto the floor due to exhaustion. Stiles was throwing up behind the very same tree you were leaning against previously while Liam awkwardly pat his back. Malia was sitting against the other side of the tree, half falling asleep while eating one of the chicken nuggets the bonfire had provided that not many people dared to touch. Lydia and Allison slightly stumbled over to them with Scott and Kira trying to hold them up. Mason had reappeared with a rather smug look on his face followed by Isaac with a rather concerned one. “Where’s your sister? I haven’t heard from her in ages and she wont answer any of my texts” Isaac asked, shaking his phone. “Speaking of which, I haven’t heard from her in a few hours” Allison added, as if she instantly sobered up. “Y/n’s right here, I can smell her” Malia claimed with her eyes shut. “Or she was here” Liam said biting hid lip anxiously. Stiles turned around and wiped his face, showing the same concerned expression as the others. Malia had also woken up a bit and pulled herself to her feet. A brief discussion led to them splitting off in search for you. The werewolves following scent and the others their intuition.

A Few Days Later

“I knew something was wrong, I should of made her tell me” Stiles shook his head. His murder board was now wiped clean, whatever he was researching in the trash. It was now occupied with you and the leads of your disappearance. “She wouldn’t of told you, she wouldn’t of told anyone. You know Y/n she’s her own warrior” Lydia said glumly. “It’s my fault, she’s my sister and I should of protected her. I’m too busy trying to save complete strangers to know when my own family needs it” it was clear that Scott was broken, his grades dipped within a day and he wasn’t eating, neither was your mom. Stiles hadn’t slept since you went missing and his dad had a huge pile up at the station because he was too occupied with your case. Lydia lost her spark, she kept going to tell you something before realising you weren’t there to hear it. “I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to her” Allison exclaimed, staring into space. The brave hunter now a former shell of herself. “We’ll find her, I’m sure of it” Kira tried to be positive, even though your disappearance put a storm cloud above all of their heads.

Meanwhile at Derek’s loft: Isaac, Malia, Derek and Peter stood around the table, bouncing ideas of one another. “Stiles said something about her getting a text from someone” Isaac voiced. “Who from?” Peter asked quickly. “I’m not sure, he never said. I don’t think he knew either” he added. “So what, she was kidnapped?” Malia was lost in this huge mess of chained events. “Didn’t you two hear anything at the bonfire?” Derek questioned with a firm tone. The two shook their heads and looked down at the ground. “We’ll find her, just keep looking” Derek said, a bit more sympathetic than usual. Even the Hales missed your sarcastic presence. Isaac would find himself staring at the empty seat at lunch, that no one dared to touch. Malia text you about five times a day, even if you didn’t read it, it gave her a form of comfort by writing her thoughts down to you.

Mason watched as Liam paced back and forth in his room constantly, biting his nails uneasily. “What if we don’t find her in time?” Liam questioned. “We will” Mason replied. “What if we’re already too late” “We’re not”. “What if-” Liam began to say before he was cut off. “Li, calm down. Y/n wouldn’t want to see you like this” Mason said, rubbing his shoulder for support. “But she’s missing and I think I know who took her-” Liam stated.

Should I continue this or not? Sorry for the non-existent uploads but schools started and I’m struggling to keep on top of things so I’ll upload when I can x

anonymous asked:

How exactly do you do speech bubbles? I know it has something to do with the pen tool or something, but when I hold shift to try it, it anchors on a random point on my page??? And I don't know how to fix that.

first i do text. if the line number is odd, make the middle line the longest. then, i use the marker pen. i do everything in gray because i can see it better against the white bg.

appropriately size your marker. dont make the top and bottom too cramped. i use my trackpad for this part because my hand is shaky so i dont trust using my pen and tablet ;; _ ;; go to the left (or right, i wont judge) and make one mark. i just left click on my trackpad.

this is the anchoring thing you were encountering! it’s not a random place on the canvas, it’s anchoring to the last mark you made. hold shift and drag it over to the opposite side, making sure that it’s straight. make the mark and you have a pill shaped bubble! i use transform and drag it around to make everything centered and even and nice.

i use the curve tool to make the tail. make it as thick or thin as you please.

then, go to layer property and press the black circle with the white circle around it for border. make the edge color black and then size the thickness of the edge however you like. i like my stuff pretty thin because the point of this all is to make a bubble that takes up less space in each panel.

lock the layer and turn it white (or whatever color you want) and that’s a bubble! it’s more steps than just using the bubble tool in CSP, but i like the results better. hope this helps!

anonymous asked:

What song do you wish Taylor would cover

Britney Spears

  • Lucky
  • Everytime
  • acoustic version of Hold It Against Me
  • From the Bottom of My Broken Heart
Banks
  • Lovesick
  • This Is What It Feels Like
  • Waiting Game

Beyonce

  • Flaws and All
  • (that’s it….for her safety i wont let her touch anything else)

Bonnie Tyler
  • Total Eclipse of The Heart

Byan Adams

  • Heaven

CRJ

  • Gimmie Love
  • (same concept as Beyonce….)

The Cab

  • Intoxicated
  • Temporary Bliss

Empire of the Sun

  • Walking on a Dream

Fleetwood Mac

  • Rhiannon (with her voice more matured and with just her and her guitar i feel like that would be beautiful af)
  • Gypsy
  • Dreams

Grace Porter & The Nocturnals

  • Stars (she can throw Kenny in there too if she wants tbh)

HAIM

  • The Wire
  • Forever
  • My Song 5 (if she really wants me wet)

Ingrid Michaelson

  • Over You….that’s it. she would sound PERFECT. (this was also the first song i taught myself on piano so…)

Labrinth

  • Beneath Your Beautiful (piano cover just so a kaylor can make a video edit of it with karlie and i can cry myself to sleep)

LINKIN PARK

  • In The End
  • also i have had this bookmarked for a while……

Mike Posner

  • Cooler Than Me (piano)

The Mowgli’s

  • San Francisco 

Ne-Yo

  • Sexy Love

The Neighbourhood

  • Sweater Weather
  • Daddy Issues (believe it or not…i think it would sound very like…..different acoustic especially with that deep voice she does)

Nelly Furtado

  • I’m Like a Bird

P!ATD

  • Northern Downpour

The Penguins

  • Earth Angel

Phoenix

  • If I Ever Feel Better

Purity Ring

  • Stranger Than Earth
  • Begin Again

Leonard Cohen

  • Hallelujah 

She & Him

  • I Could’ve Been Your Girl
  • You Really Got a Hold On Me (it’s not by them but i love their cover and i think taylor can pull one off too)

Vance Joy

  • Georgia

Warpaint

  • New Song
  • Don’t Wanna

Zella Day

  • Sweet Ophelia (piano)

Shy Girls

  • Under Attack

Maroon 5

  • Not Falling Apart

P!NK

  • Please Don’t Leave Me (i cry over the original version, why not a taylor version too)

Broods

  • We Had Everything
  • Heartlines
  • Mother & Father
  • Sober

Fugees

  • Killing Me Softly With His Song


aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand das it

Honestly, Alex felt like shit and he had for days. He felt numb, like he didn’t care about anything anymore. But he did, he cared so much about so many things, he was letting himself fall apart. He made it through half the day. He was staring blankly at his open locker, completely unaware of what was going on around him. It was Justin, his boyfriend, who pulled him out of it. Alex missed when Justin put his hand on his shoulder, also missing the fact that he had missed all of third period as well. He shook his head, trying to get justin to go away with a small “I’m Fine” mumbled. Justin wasn’t having any of it, trying to ask if he was okay. Alex just brushed it off, saying he had just not slept much the previous night. Justin gave him a pointed look, knowing the boy was lying. Alex couldn’t even say anything before he broke down, his face pressed against the taller boy’s shoulder, letting out choked sobs. He hated seeming so weak. But he honestly loved these moments. When he and justin didn’t have to pretend they weren’t together. Justin just held the boy closer to him. He felt Alex’s heart pounding against his chest, he hated knowing that he was so upset and that there was nothing he could do to stop it. Justin placed a small kiss on his temple, mumbling soft comforts to the blonde boy. After awhile alex calmed down some, clinging to the taller boy.

“Please promise me you wont leave me. Because I-I can't”

“Hey calm down okay? You don’t have to worry about me leaving. I’m not going anywhere, Alex” Justin mumbled against his temple, pressing another soft kiss to it.

The bell rang just at that moment, but Justin kept holding the smaller boy when he tensed up, leaning further into him. He didn’t care that everyone knew now. The second everyone saw them there were whispers about what was happening. Justin didn’t care that they were whispering, undoubtedly about why he was holding Alex that way, he just wanted to try and keep his boy happy and safe. He wanted to make sure Alex was okay and protected at all times and he didn’t give a fuck about what anyone else thought, he just loved the smaller boy so fucking much

anonymous asked:

can u do a hc about vkook winning a bet against jimin and the punishment being to have to wear volleyball shorts around the dorm?? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

+ Jimin should of known better then bet against the terrible duo.

+ Jungkook and Taehyung are smirking so smugly at him as they stare down at him.

+ “I bet in the next performance of Blood, Sweat and Tears you wont be able but help to expose your shoulder.”

+ “I bet I can hold back from exposing my shoulder!

+ Jimin figure the win was his.

+ Until they performed and Jimin exposed his shoulder.

+ Jungkook and Taehyung smirked as they held up a pair of spendex shorts to Jimin.

+ "You gotta wear this around the dorm.”

+ Jimin blushes as he moves around the dorm as the members stare at him.

+ Jimin yelps when Taehyung comes over to him and smacks his ass.

+ “Nice ass Jimin.” “I WILL KILL YOU KIM TAEHYUNG!”

Daddy Yugyeom

Requested~

Daddy Yugyeom:

- Yugyeom’s a bit hard

- but I feel as if he’d be disappointed when you first told him you had a few positive pregnancy tests

- he’d ask if it was his, not because he suspected you cheated, but because it’s just too shocking to him

- he wouldn’t say anything else though

- for quite a bit he’d be silent

- thinking about the beating his hyungs’ were going to give him as soon as they found out

- thinking about you

- his career

- he’d take a walk to think things through but before he left he’d ask if you needed anything

- very quietly ‘I’m going to leave for a little, while I’m out want me to grab something? From the store or wherever..“

- you’ll try to go with him but he’ll take a step back from you and tell you no

- "Just stay here, I’m coming right back”

- liar

- he comes back but after 2am

- brings you some marshmallows though and tosses them into your lap where you’re sat on the bed, this giant ass bag of big fluffy sugar puffs and an entire gallon of milk he just sets on your nightstand

- “what are these for?”

- but he’s already collapsed on his side, shoes and jacket still on, and fallen asleep

- he’d try to stay out as much as possible

- leave the house for work earlier than usual and stay longer at night

- he wont say much

- he wont leave, but he’s practically gone mute other than the occasional 'do you need something? I’m out’ or an unexplained apology

- six months of silent Yugyeom

- he’s just really scared

- you got bigger every day

- the kid started kicking and he couldn’t even celebrate the occasion with you because it only scared him more

- two weeks before you’re due date you’d start having contractions

- and he’d be so good

- grab the keys and the over night bag

- lead you outside

- shout angrily at the fans that were crowded around in front of your building, shove a few paparazzi when they get too close to you

- it’s the most he’s said though and you felt safer when he was being aggressive like that

- don’t think he knows how to drive but he takes you by himself anyway

- carries you inside and refuses the wheelchair a nurse rushes over

- “I’m not putting her down get us to a room”

- talks to you the whole way

- “Baby I’m here”

- “I’ll have them give you medicine okay, soon it will all go away”

- the epidural he asks demands for knocks you out completely and he just sits by your bed and holds you hand and brushes your hair back from your forehead

- you’d wake up to him asleep, hunched over leaned against the mattress, still squeezing your hand

- you’ll probably have to wait 5 hours until you’re fully dilated but he wont leave you

- the boys will show up eventually and you’ll force them to get Yugyeom some food bc “just because I cant eat doesn’t mean you shouldn’t”

- he’ll get nervous all over again when the baby starts coming

- and finally, finally, cry when you’re handed your son

- refuses to hold him though

- “No, no. I’m going to drop him y/n he-”

- you have to practically shove the baby into his arms

- he’ll affectionately laugh down at him once he has him properly situated, tears in his eyes 

- bc your son was two weeks earlier he’s premature and so so small in big Yugyeom’s hold

- “He’s so tiny..”

- Will happily kiss your cheek and gets his tears all over you face but will just laugh it off

- take him home the next week

- yugyeom’s fucked up, messy hair, bags under his eyes, hoodies and sweats all from just the first week

- the cameras love that shit though

- he doesn’t get angry at them this time because his son is sleeping in the car seat he’s carrying so he just leaves them alone, tells them to give you space

- drives home

- tucks you in and lets you sleep

- then when you wake up and take a quick shower, you go out and find your boys asleep on the living room floor

- same position and everything, laid on their stomachs, head rested on their arms

- SAME CLOTHES TOO YUGYEOM IN GREY SWEATS AND GREY HOODIE AND YOUR SON IN A GREY ONESIE HOW CUTE

- you gotta take a picture and post it omg it’s so precious

- suddenly there’s deep mumbling

- “Babe, if you post that I’m going to hurt you”

please dont follow me if u are mutuals with @.icedsodas/@.phantomemoji/@.owasera or whatever their current url is

this isnt a callout and i have no right to call it one because its mostly personal drama but please take the time to read this anyway (esp if ur mutuals with them) because theyve made me ridiculously uncomfortable over the course of the past couple years

lots of text and screenshots under the cut also tell me if its hard 2 read cuz of my theme and i will edit it (in the meantime u can right click an image + open in new tab to see high res)

u can either block them or me after reading this idrc which/rbing would help me spread the word to all my mutuals but u dont have to

tw for brief mentions of suicide

edit 5/12/17: so they talked to me about it and really only dug themselves further into a hole and made it even more obvious that they are stalking me. that conversation will be linked at the bottom of the post to keep it in chronological order, but if you already read it and want to see the update,  >click here.<

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