i'm gonna go sit in a corner now if you don't mind

⇁ tessellate (preview)

⇁ jhs x reader x jjk
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⇁ proofread by otlcat ; inspo from nana
⇁ warnings; cumplay, public indecency (i am sensing a theme here)

Triangles are supposed to be the strongest and most stable of all geometric shapes. You wonder how true this statement is if applied to real life situations. The way you see it: triangles aren’t a reliable structure for relationships, especially if the parties you’re involved with find commitment to be a foreign concept.

or : a fuckboy’s guide to polyamory

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anonymous asked:

Can you do one where harry is your husband and is oblivious to the fact that your "friends" Mistreat you and you just don't say anything because they're the only friends you have left And harry finds out one day and it's a lot of loving from him Pleaaaaase I'm dying to read something like this

I’m so sorry this took forever and I think it might be a piece of shit? I hope you like it though!


“True Friend”


You were sitting on the corner of the couch, surrounded by your friends who were supposed to be over for a movie night. After moving in with Harry and starting a new job, it had been pretty difficult to get to know new people. He had encouraged you to start hanging out with some girls from work so you weren’t so lonely when he was gone for the day, so you’d invited them out for dinner one night and things had progressed from there. But not necessarily in a good way.

You had always been paranoid that people didn’t like you. The slightest glare or sarcastic comment had you worrying that there was just something about you people had a problem with. However, this was different; these girls pretended they wanted to hang out when all they really cared about was belittling you. You weren’t sure if you really hadn’t caught on until recently, or if you were just in denial the whole time.

“Let’s just save the movie for another night and head to the bar!” One of them suggested, and the others cheered in agreement. Your heart sank, because you’d put a lot of planning into that movie night and hoped it would help change their minds and show them that you were just as ‘cool’ as they were.

You tried to protest, but it seemed that once the idea of getting drunk off their asses was in their minds, they weren’t going to be able to let it go.

“I mean, we can just go without you. It’s not like you’ll be much fun, since you’re in a ‘committed’ relationship and everything. I mean, you usually don’t get much attention from guys anyway.”

The way they all giggled after the last comment made you wonder what else had been said about you behind your back. As much as you didn’t want to let it affect you, their words stung. You were in an even worse mood now than you had been before, and you definitely didn’t want to spend any more time around them, so you halfheartedly told them to head out without you. They were out the door within minutes, leaving you alone to pick up the empty soda cans and rethink your idea of ordering pizza for dinner.

It wasn’t long before Harry came home, and he tentatively walked down the hallway expecting to see a big group of girls giggling on the couch. Instead, he found you curled up in a blanket alone while he tossed his keys onto the kitchen table.

“Where is everyone?”

You put on the most realistic smile you could manage, and turned around to meet his confused gaze.

“They decided to head to a bar.”

“You didn’t want to go?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, trying not to let on that anything was wrong.

“I’m just tired, that’s all. I wasn’t in the mood for drinking tonight.” You lied. You weren’t in the mood for drinking, that was true, but only because you got the feeling they didn’t want you to go anyway. Your time at the bar most likely would’ve been filled with their nasty comments, and you probably would’ve been forced to stand alone while they danced with anyone they could get their hands on.

Harry sat down next to you and cautiously placed his hand on your leg, studying the look on your face. He could tell you weren’t happy, but he didn’t really consider the fact that your 'friends’ were the reason you had seemed a little off lately. He’d believed you when you insisted that you were just stressed and overwhelmed after the move.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?” He asked.

You nodded convincingly and looked into his caring eyes. You knew you wouldn’t be able to resist breaking down if you stayed close to him much longer, so you quickly stood up off the couch before tears could well up and made your way to the kitchen before you spoke again.

“I was planning to get pizza for everyone, do you want me to order some for just us?”

He gave his approval and you were quick to dial the phone number before Harry could ask you what was wrong again. By the time you were off the phone, though, he was standing in front of you with his hands on his hips.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on?” He prodded. He had a serious expression on his face, but you knew by the look in his eyes that he was genuinely concerned.

“Baby, I’m fine. Just bummed I didn’t get to watch that movie.” You joked, managing a small laugh as you turned back to him and smiled.

You knew he wasn’t entirely convinced, but he could tell that you didn’t want him to press it any further. If something was really wrong, he was confident that you’d tell him whenever you were ready.

“We can still watch the movie.” He suggested quietly, not waiting for an answer before he went to spread some blankets and comfier pillows over the couch.

You managed to watch the entire movie without being distracted by the situation from earlier, but the ringtone of your phone made the bitter feeling come back again. You answered the phone as cheerfully as you could, not totally surprised when you recognized the slurred voices of the girls you were trying to forget about.

You managed to decipher their speech enough to know that they needed a ride home, and of course they hadn’t hesitated to call you and use you as their chauffer.

“I’ve gotta go pick them up, they’re wasted.” You sighed, pushing your blanket aside as you unhappily unraveled yourself from Harry’s arms.

“Do you want me to go with you?”

You quickly shook your head as you slipped on your jacket and shoes, assuring him you’d be fine and it shouldn’t take more than an hour. Truthfully, you were just afraid of what they’d say to you now that the last little sliver of good judgement had been taken away by alcohol, and you didn’t want Harry to know that the only friends you made since moving here weren’t friends at all. It was almost like you failed.

The drive to the bar wasn’t long, and as soon as it came into view you could see the familiar figures standing outside. They clumsily piled into your car, giggling while they all tried to speak at once.

“What are you wearing?” One of them asked from the back seat, and you sighed when you realized you hadn’t changed out of Harry’s shirt and sweatpants before you left. You certainly wouldn’t hear the end of it, but you hoped none of them would remember by the next morning.

“Hey, that’s Harry’s shirt! I’m surprised it fits you! He’s so thin and you’re… not.”
They all erupted in laughter and you tried to take a few deep breaths as you drove off. The entire car ride was filled with their snide comments and them constantly trying to talk over eachother’s slurs.

It seemed like it took hours to drop them all off, but you were on your way home in record time when you finally let some tears fall. You couldn’t believe these were the only people you could call friends. There was nobody else you’d met that seemed remotely interested in talking to you, and you were terrified you’d have to spend the rest of your life with no one else but those girls to spend time with.

You drove around the block a few times while you tried to calm down, but it finally become clear that you had no choice but to tell Harry. It would be much too painful to keep this inside forever, and knowing Harry, he’d probably know exactly what to do.

You unlocked the door, wiping a few tears from your cheeks but deciding you wouldn’t bother trying to hide the fact that you were upset. As you stepped inside, Harry rounded the corner.

“I made some ice cream sundaes if you want to- hey…” He immediately frowned when he saw your tear stained cheeks and sad eyes.

You sniffled as he walked over to you and tilted his head a bit while he waited for you to say something. What he didn’t expect was for you to fling yourself into him, but he was quick to wrap his strong arms around you and hold on tight.
Once your cries and sniffles had quieted down a little, he kept you tightly pressed to him while he looked down at you and spoke.

“What’s wrong?” He asked carefully, afraid to set you off into another round of crying if you tried to explain. By now, he was pretty sure he knew the source of your sadness lately but he didn’t want to push you any farther than you were ready for at the moment. You backed up to look up at him but quickly avoided his gaze.

“I think I need to talk to you about something.”

You could see him tense a little, because you knew it always scared him whenever you acted serious about things like this. You were generally a pretty laid back person, so if there was something you really needed to speak to him about, it usually meant it was a pretty big deal.

He slung his arm around you as he led you to the couch and invited you to sit on his lap. You cuddled into Harry’s chest and his arms held you close to his body, while he rested his cheek on top of your head.

“This is about the girls, isn’t it?” He finally prodded. All he got in response was a teary eyed look from you, and he knew he was right when the wetness threatened to spill down your cheeks again. He stared at you sadly, wiping a few tears that fell before you were ready to speak.

“They’re not my real friends, Harry.” You sniffled, leaning back against him as you watched for a reaction. He nodded slowly, rubbing his hand gently up and down your back.

“You could’ve told me.”

You frowned as you turned to look at him again and saw his eyes filled with complete concern and sadness.

“I know, but I just.. I have no friends, Harry!” You whined, hiding your face in his neck while the emotions seemed to hit you all over again.

If his heart wasn’t broken already, it definitely was now. Obviously he’d meant no harm when he encouraged you to make friends, and he never wanted you to feel down about yourself if things didn’t work out as expected.

“Baby, no, it’s okay. Don’t cry over them.”

He held you tight until you had calmed down again. He didn’t want to ask what was said during the car ride, and he didn’t want to know what else they’d put in your head over the past month. So you both sat in silence for a while until you finally looked up at him.

“I don’t want you hanging around them anymore, okay?”

You normally would’ve argued, but you knew you’d be much happier if you never had to see them outside of work again. Now that the barrier had been broken and Harry knew the truth about them, there was no sense in keeping up the charade that you actually enjoyed their company.

Your comment from a few minutes earlier hadn’t been forgotten; he kept hearing you say “I have no friends” over and over again in his head and it was making his heart hurt.

“And I don’t ever want to hear you say you have no friends, okay?” His voice had the sweetest, most gentle tone possible and when you opened your mouth to speak, he knew exactly what you were going to say. So when it slipped out that you really didn’t have any friends, he had the perfect response.

“You’ve got me.” He argued, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

“I know it’s not the same, but I love all the girly gossip and random stories you tell. And you know I’m always here for advice when you need it and I won’t mind those awful movies you girls watch, because I’ll always enjoy watching them with you. I know I’m your boyfriend and that’s not quite the same as being your friend, but I’m always going to be here for you, angel.”

The end of his rambling had you smiling up at him.

“You’ve always been my best friend, Harry. My true friend.”

part 1 of an oc (Theo) fic with a little bit of fluff, a little bit of torture, a little bit of me not knowing wtf I’m doing.

EDIT: oops, I should probably also mention that my ocs have abilities & you can read about them here. c:


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so a little birdie told me it’s @starrypier‘s birthday, and NO ONE should have to deal w chap 155 on their special day, esp not someone who loves and appreciates mirio as much as yourself, so here’s some silly fluff bc it’s what you deserve dear

Description: it’s just fluff. it’s not even really birthday related it’s just fluffy mirio fluff and I used a couple things we’ve discussed before

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To the anon who sent in “Sniffling, pouting, and "I told you so” with sick!Keith and caretaker!Shiro, here you go!! I just tried to post it, but I’m on mobile and my phone went screwy and half the post didn’t show up and it messed up when I tried to fix it and tumblr ate the ask!! My apologies dude so I’m just gonna put it here!! Thank you SO SO SO much for sending it in, I didn’t think I’d get any at all!!!!! I hope you like it<3

(Sickie’s POV)

Keith walks through the door with a wrist firmly planted under his nose and a scowl hardened on his face. He lets his backpack fall to the ground, and he doesn’t even bother shedding his coat before heading straight for the couch and flopping face-first onto the cushions.

He can’t do anything but groan and sniffle, because today has been the longest fucking day of his entire life.

He had classes from seven o’clock that morning to three in the afternoon, and immediately after his last class, he had work until nine that night. This was a normal day for Keith, being a college student struggling to break even, but today, he’d woken up feeling marginally less than stellar. Shiro had told him to take the day off, tried to convince him that one day of rest wasn’t gonna tank his grades or get him fired, tried to convince him that overworking himself would only make it worse.

But Keith, as usual, stubbornly refused.(He was also fed up with Shiro’s saint act, because the asshole worked himself harder and ran himself into the ground more than anyone Keith knew, so like he was in any position to lecture Keith about his health.) He didn’t feel all that bad anyways, and he’d made it through worse, so he could struggle through one day of classes and work just fine, right?

That’s what he thought, at least, but the pounding in his head had only grown worse throughout the day, and the slightly runny nose he’d woken up with started leaking like a faucet thirty minutes into his first class, and hadn’t let up since.

Keith groans again and frowns, snuggling deeper into the couch cushions. He’s exhausted and freezing, but there’s no blanket draped over the side of the couch for him to wrap himself up in, and there’s no way in hell he’s about to move from the couch to get a blanket for himself.

(Caretaker’s POV)

Shiro hears the slam of the door, the smack of something heavy hitting the ground, and a hoarse groan from the boy who had just crashed on the couch. Shiro has been expecting this all day, and he’s ready to gloat. (And then tend to Keith, of course, but Shiro certainly isn’t below turning Keith’s mistakes into lessons.)

When the sound of another groan and a few harsh coughs trail out of the living room to Shiro’s bedroom, he walks out, but not before snatching up the blanket lying on the corner of his bed.

Keith is lying on the couch, curled into a ball with his face buried into the side, back to the world. He’s in the middle of a vicious (and disgusting, he tells himself, because the palm pressed against his mouth is uncomfortably damp) sneezing fit as Shiro walks up, so it’s no wonder he almost jumps a foot off the couch when a cool hand is placed on his shoulder.

“I told you this would happen,” Shiro says gently, concern laced into his chiding tone.

Keith doesn’t say anything back to Shiro, and Shiro chuckles at the bitterly mournful expression on Keith’s face.

“Are you cold?” Shiro asks, even though he knows the answer, because he could hear Keith’s teeth chattering all the way from his own bedroom. Keith nods, and Shiro flaps the blanket open, draping it over him.

But Keith is still shivering and still pouting, so Shiro is only left to wonder what the hell he’s forgetting.

“Anything else you need, Keith?” Shiro’ll load him up on cold meds in a few minutes, and he’ll fix him a cup of tea or a bowl of soup if Keith so desires (Keith should know by now that it is not a chore for Shiro to take care of him, that he shouldn’t even hesitate to ask). But Shiro isn’t asking about what Keith wants in a few minutes, or in a couple of hours. He’s asking what he needs right now.

And Shiro’s heart can’t help but soar when Keith’s hand reaches out from under the blanket to grab his own and to pull Shiro onto the couch next to him. Shiro watches Keith shift positions so he’s comfortably sitting with his head on Shiro’s shoulder and Shiro’s arm around his body.

Sitting upright causes Keith’s nose to run like crazy, and he’s snuffling continually, swiping at his nose with his hands, the blanket, or rubbing it against Shiro’s shoulder. Shiro can’t even bring himself to mind. All that matters to Shiro is that Keith is no longer shivering and the frown on his face is gone, replaced a soft smile. He’s sick, he’s miserable, but Shiro will be here to help him feel better.

Yeah, Shiro thinks, I told you so.

Heavenly Sinful → Kai Parker

Touch It - Ariana Grande

Cause every time I see you, I don’t wanna behave.
I’m tired of being patient, so let’s pick up the pace
. ❈

warning(s): drug use (marijuana). smut. roughness. blood sharing. overstimulation.

Originally posted by tvdiariespics-blog

“Fuck, where did you get this shit from?” Kai groaned as he leaned back, smoke fogging up the air as the room smelt of marijuana. It was a scent that you’d become all too familiar with and really, it became your natural scent. Marijuana just calmed you down and coated your anxiety with so much release.

“Lucas made it,” you chuckled, wrapping your lips around the perfect joint that you had rolled. “Your brother mixes bomb ass hybrids man, I love em.” And it was true too. Over the past few years, Luke had developed a liking of growing his own hybrids and mixtures of sativa and indica, substances that you understood all too well. You were one of Luke’s top customer; plus, he gave you a discount because you were his best friend.

Your thumb ran against the track of the lighter, feeling the cool metal under your skin which ignited all of your senses as goosebumps formed on your skin. It wasn’t even that cold in your house, it was just your mind wandering off.

You’d heard Kai call your name and you looked at him with an eyebrow raised. He tilted his head in confusion.

“What’s up, baby?” a nickname he’d dubbed you, and only you. You had to admit, it was cute and all. He only called you “baby” because you were younger than him, but you acted older than him. So it only seemed fitting because of the irony.

“I swear you said my name.” you cleared your throat, feeling your throat dry up. Cotton mouth, a side effect of smoking weed. It was different every time, when it was extreme, your mind convinced you that your tongue was numb or it had fallen out. This time, you could just feel it buzz as if there was actual static in your mouth.

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anonymous asked:

omg do the ziam fic

Single dad Liam takes his new neighbor, Zayn, into his house for a couple of weeks while Zayn’s house is being renovated. The two aren’t even dating, but with little sleepless James to deal with, they might as well be raising him together.

Based on this prompt: (x) (also found on ao3 under the same username)

Pausing for a moment, his fist only inches from the stained mahogany, Zayn bit the edge of his lower lip as he once again felt the need to ponder his decision to knock on this door. Maybe it was the perfectly trimmed hedges that did it for him, maybe the slight smell of a Crockpot dinner wafting underneath the crack in the front door. Maybe it was the fact that he could just barely make out music coming from inside. But this house felt right.

Breathing out, he finally allowed himself to bridge the gap between his hand and the wood. Having already practiced what he was going to say at least fifty times, he shouldn’t have been nervous. That didn’t mean he couldn’t feel his heart racing, though, as the sound of footprints–accompanied by the sound of singing–came closer and closer. The door swung open, Zayn only able to catch the belting of “–Y wonderwall” before the singer, a shirtless, blonde man, abruptly closed his wide-open mouth. Zayn’s eyes immediately scrolled down, noting his abs but catching on his happy trail.

“Sorry,” the man stammered, his face flushing. “I’m expecting a friend to drop by, and so, I just assumed, you know…” A gulp caught in his throat as he looked down his own body, realizing his attire was also potentially not appropriate for a fellow he’d never met before. “Anyway…” he finished, rubbing his hands along his thighs. A smile grew on his lips, crinkles forming by his eyes as he did so. The sight infectiously forced Zayn to smile back, his initial worry replaced by a feeling of curiosity. “I’m Liam.” He stuck out his hand, very proper like. Zayn smirked, but took his hand anyway. “You must be the new neighbor, right?”

Zayn nodded, gulping as he tried to find the right words when all he could seem to focus on was the wall of abs in front of him. “Yeah, I’m Zayn.” Taking a breath in, he forced himself to bring his eyes up to Liam’s face as he clarified, “But that’s actually kinda why I’m here, mate. My house is gonna get renovated for a couple of weeks cause it’s really not livable right now. Mold and stuff, you know.” With a flick of his wrist, he continued on. “And I’m an artist, and don’t really have a lot of money…” He scratched his head, not able to keep his eyes on Liam’s. The thought of having to ask such a favor hurt Zayn immensely. “But I was wondering if you maybe had an extra bedroom I could rent just for a bit?”

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  • Alex: okay but what would Oikawa be
  • Nico: .............
  • Nico: Omega
  • Nico: But only his teammates know
  • Alex: Iwaizumi knows firsthand
  • Nico: Iwaizumi spent his first heat with him
  • Alex: I think Oikawa would be really scared of bonding
  • Nico: Yeah
  • Nico: Okay but like
  • Nico: What if their parents aren't home or s/t
  • Nico: And nobody expects either of them to be an omega
  • Nico: And then Oikawa goes into heat
  • Nico: And at first Iwaizumi thinks he's just messing around but then he realizes Oikawa is blushing and breathing a bit heavier so he presses his hand to his forehead
  • Nico: And then Oikawa moans because he's overly sensitive
  • Nico: And slowly backs off
  • Nico: They can be like 15 or s/t
  • Nico: And then he runs
  • Nico: Ok anyway Iwaizumi is surprised but also worried so he goes looking for him
  • Nico: Finds him in a corner and Oikawa is crying and blushing and doesn't know what to do
  • Nico: Both of them are kinda panicked and kinda aroused but Oikawa is worse
  • Nico: Iwaizumi doesn't know what to say but then Oikawa just goes "Iwa-chan..." and sounds really helpless and Iwaizumi's like okay I gotta do something
  • Nico: Begins calming him down
  • Nico: Tells him everything is gonna be okay, that he's probably in heat but don't worry, he's not gonna do anything to him
  • Nico: Oikawa eventually takes a deep breath and is like "okay"
  • Nico: Asks what they're gonna do
  • Nico: Iwaizumi tells him they should have stuff that suppresses heat and tells him to wait while he goes look for it
  • Nico: Finds out they've run out
  • Nico: So he goes back and tells Oikawa, but tells him he's gonna call the nearest clinic to see if they can go there
  • Nico: Okay so he calls them.
  • Nico: and they tell him they open at 6am so he's like "okay, what do we do until then" and the person tells them to get rid of Oikawa's boner because that will calm him down
  • Alex: best professional advice 10/10 would recommend
  • Nico: Yeah but like what else can they do
  • Nico: Okay they probably just tell it as an alternative and then tell them some tea supposedly helps and also a cold shower
  • Nico: And preferably if Iwaizumi keeps his distance
  • Nico: But Oikawa's just "don't leave me Iwa-chan"
  • Nico: So Iwaizumi doesn't
  • Nico: Oikawa does as instructed but it doesn't help
  • Nico: At which point Oikawa begins crying and apologising because Iwaizumi has to see him like this and he's scared because he's pretty sure he wants Iwaizumi but Iwaizumi probably doesn't feel like that and if they bond he doesn't know what to do because how do you relationships?? And he's afraid Iwaizumi will be disgusted or that things will change between them
  • Nico: And Iwaizumi's like "no no no don't cry"
  • Nico: Grabs his shoulders
  • Nico: Oikawa thinks he finally snapped and his instincts kicked in
  • Nico: And there's nothing more Iwaizumi wants to do than to fuck Oikawa at that moment but he knows that's gonna fuck their relationship up completely and hurt Oikawa beyond repair
  • Nico: But Oikawa is panicking and not thinking clearly so he jolts and then freezes and is scared out of his mind
  • Nico: So Iwaizumi just goes "ok listen. We're gonna get through this somehow and i'm not gonna do anything that you want me to do and I know we both can't really think clearly right now but I want to help you and will do whatever you'll allow me to do to help you"
  • Nico: Oikawa is sobbing but he nods and buries his face in Iwaizumi's chest
  • Nico: So Iwaizumi just
  • Nico: Holds him there for a while until Oikawa is calm enough
  • Nico: Then Oikawa takes a breath and asks him what he proposes they do
  • Nico: Iwaizumi takes a deep breath and asks him if he can touch him
  • Nico: Then adds that he'll stop whenever Oikawa tells him to and won't do anything else
  • Nico: And that it's almost impossible for an alpha and an omega to really bond that way
  • Nico: Anyway, Oikawa is quiet for a moment but then he nods, face still hidden in Iwaizumi's shirt
  • Nico: Iwaizumi slooowly reaches out his hand and begins stroking Oikawa's side
  • Nico: Oikawa shudders and wraps his arms around him
  • Nico: Eventually he moves lower until he's at the waistband of Oikawa's pants
  • Nico: Asks him if he's okay
  • Nico: Oikawa just shakily replies with "yeah, go ahead"
  • Nico: Iwaizumi slides his hand in, then into his underwear and Oikawa's breath stutters but he grabs Iwaizumi and tells him it's okay, he can go on
  • Nico: He's pretty much stopped crying by then
  • Nico: Iwaizumi's just "okay, i got you" and begins stroking his dick
  • Nico: Oikawa shudders again and moves his hips into it
  • Nico: Iwaizumi somehow manages to not touch himself even as Oikawa begins moaning and gasping
  • Nico: Both of them get lost in the moment and neither of them knows how long it took but eventually Oikawa comes
  • Nico: Oikawa is still shuddering but he's much more calm
  • Nico: He looks at Iwaizumi's crotch and is about to say something but Iwaizumi's just "no, it's fine"
  • Nico: They're probably on the floor so Iwaizumi helps him stand up and change his pants
  • Nico: Then tells him to go sleep
  • Nico: Oikawa surprisingly doesn't protest but then Iwaizumi stands up and he almost begins crying again
  • Nico: Iwaizumi's just "calm down, I'm gonna wait here until you fall asleep"
  • Nico: Probably adds some comment about Oikawa's sleeping habits and that relaxes him because Iwaizumi's not mad
  • Nico: And as Oikawa is just about to fall asleep, Iwaizumi mumbles a good night and kisses his forehead because fuck you it's ooc but I don't care
  • Nico: Iwaizumi then goes to jerk off in the shower, returns and falls asleep next to Oikawa's bed
  • Nico: Iwaizumi wakes up at like 6am to get the anti-heat pills
  • Nico: Leaves Oikawa a note on the table with a glass of water and goes back to sleep
  • Nico: Oikawa wakes up
  • Nico: Takes the pills
  • Nico: Wakes Iwaizumi up and forcibly puts him into his bed for him to at least get some proper sleep
  • Nico: Then takes a long shower and rethinks his entire life
  • Nico: Then gets something for breakfast
  • Nico: Iwaizumi comes down like an hour later and sits down
  • Nico: They both speak up at the same time by which I mean Oikawa goes "sorry" while Iwaizumi goes "don't"
  • Nico: Annnd idk what happens next
  • Reader x Jimin (bts) x Wonwoo (seventeen)
  • Word count: 1021
  • An AU where Jimin overhears your dirty confession to fellow band mates about wanting a threesome before an awards show
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  • Inside the dressing room was silent, nothing but the sounds of makeup brushes being sat down on the table and the occasional sounds of home buttons of phones heard.
  • "So I heard that Seventeen are attending this award show" My fellow band mate, Angel says from the back of the room causing my cheeks to flush red. I swear I could hear the smirk in her voice.
  • "Ooh, (Y/N)'s lover boy is gonna be here" My other band mate, Kim coos as she gets her eyeliner done beautifully. "He is not my boyfriend" I groan for the millionth time this month. Memories flash back of one of seventeens most recent interviews that had aired.
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  • "So Wonwoo, the fans want to know, who is your ideal type of girl" The MC asks Wonwoo as the rest of the band snigger and hit his shoulder, like they already know the answer. "(Y/N) of 4Angels" He smoothly says, winking at the camera.
  • ---
  • The interview made tabloids, trending twitter tags, and so much more. Fans began shipping us, and so did my own band.
  • "He's so hot though, you're lucky you know" Angel says as we begin to get dressed for the awards show. "Not my style" I say, wanting to divert the topic away from Wonwoo. "Let's talk about something else" I say quickly, as I'm being passed a black dress.
  • I get undressed in front of my band mates and the female makeup artists, not caring as we are all very close and they don't mind as my band mates do the same with their outfits. The black dress reaches mid thigh and shows off my curves nicely.
  • "Oh my god (Y/N), you look sexy!" The maknae Poppy yelled out with a gasp, Kim and Angel agreeing with me. "At least she'll look sexy for Wonwoo tonight" Angel says with a cheeky wink making me groan.
  • "What do you think they'll get up to tonight huh?" Kim says to Angel as if I wasn't there. "Probably some dirty stuff to be honest, we all know she wants him too" Angel says.
  • "I want to do something like that with someone as good looking as Wonwoo to be honest" Kim says which lead to the most dirtiest conversation that I thought that I would ever have.
  • "A threesome would be so hot if you think about it, just imagine going down on someone whilst someone else is taking you at the same time" I say to the other 2 members thinking that no one else was around. The groan in response, agreeing to my dirty confession.
  • "Next time you confess things like that, you might want to close your dressing room door" A voice comes from the door, startling all of us. My head snaps to the right, only to be met with Park Jimin of BTS smugly looking down on me as he continues to walk his way down the hall.
  • My cheeks flush red as my head falls into my hands. His table is right next to the seventeen table. Knowing Jimins attitude, he is bound to tell him.
  • During the award ceremony, that was all I could think about; the Park Jimin knows my guilty pleasure. After the awards show, embarrassment was still present. Especially whenever I saw Jimin smirk at me from across the room.
  • My stomach flipped when he came walking towards me, his lip in between his teeth sexily. Without stopping, he took my arm harshly and dragged me with him down the hall towards the dreaded room that I tried avoiding all evening.
  • Seventeen; hip hop unit
  • He opened the door and quickly locked it behind him. My eyes dart tithe only person sitting down in this room. The man himself, Jeon Wonwoo. He stares up at me with his own lip in a bite.
  • "You told him didn't you" I say in a voice barley above a whisper. Jimin nods before quickly attaching his lips to my neck, Wonwoo watching from his seat. Jimin trails his hand below my short black dress, touching my clit and slowly rubbing. A moan escapes my mouth as my eyes shut.
  • Jimin drags me over to the dressing room table, placing me on the cold surface. Lifting my legs onto his shoulders, he takes my black lace panties off and throwing them in the corner. His mouth instantly attaches to my clit and begins sucking. My hands reach for his hair as he licks up and down my now wet sex. Wonwoo could be heard taking his jeans off in the distance and groaning, probably palming himself at the sight of Jimin having me like this.
  • "How's her pretty pussy?" He asks Jimin in between moans. Jimin moans in response as he sticks his tongue in further, practically tongue fucking me to my orgasm. Before the knot in my stomach could be untied, Jimin stops all of a sudden leaving me in a hot breathing mess. Wonwoo walks over, quickly picking me up and placing me on the couch he was once sat on.
  • Wonwoo crawls on top of me, not even bothering to put a condom on and begins roughly thrusting inside of me, my back arching at the pleasure I'm receiving from his dick all of a sudden. "How's that princess? How's daddy's cock" Jimin purrs as he plays with my hair and makes out with my neck.
  • I reach my hand out into Jimins pants and begin to palm him off as Wonwoo relentlessly fucks me. "Daddy's cock feels good" I say as I move my hips, meeting Wonwoos thrusts.
  • "Be more vocal princess, daddy wants to hear you as you cum all over my cock" Wonwoo says as his thrusting intensifies, my hand speeding up on Jimin as he cums into my hand.
  • Moans fly out of my mouth as my cum spills over Wonwoos dick. "So pretty" he praises, kissing me quickly before putting his pants on.
  • "Wonwoo, open this door before I kick it down" Mingyu yells from behind the locked door causing Jimin and I to laugh a little.
fic: the right answer

super late birthday fic for the always-brilliant tkross​ :D

They’ve been playing this game for weeks, now.

Neither of them acknowledge it out loud, of course. And actually, she doesn’t think that either of them are quite sure about the rules. But ever since Krop Tor, Rose has noticed a distinct increase in casual touching and flirting and, well, looking. 

She’s not opposed to this change - far from it. But - 

The Doctor seems reluctant to go very long without some form of contact, and though she privately admits that they both get a bit clingy, now and then, after a close call, lately it’s been getting ridiculous. To be fair, their close call with Satan has probably been their closest so far, and it’s not that Rose isn’t grateful that he wants to sit next to her and stand next to her nearly every second of the day, but she’s maybe getting a little bit confused as to why it stops there.

She’s not sure how far he intends this to go. And sometimes, she’d just like to know, really. Whether at some point he’ll be sleeping next to her, too.

Which, again - not opposed to. Definitely not.

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  • A/N: Well, I'm guessing this will be the final part. But, it might not be the end just yet. Stay tuned on my blog for more information.
  • Luke: The bell rang, announcing that the last class of the day was over. You took your time retrieving your stuff, seeing as you hadn't much to do that Friday afternoon. Slowly, you made your way out of the classroom. "Took you long enough", out of the corner of your eye, you saw Luke's tall frame leaning against the wall. "What are you doing here?", you asked, trying your best to not sound rude. "Waiting for you", he swiftly took your books, holding your hand with his free one. "Why?", you said, forcing your body not to tense up at his sweet touch. "Because I wanted to", he shrugged, intertwining his finger with yours. You looked at your hands, then at him. He looked so beautiful, almost nothing like the bad boy you used to see in him. But, you knew he was still there. You knew he hadn't changed at all. And you knew that people weren't only staring at you two because they thought you were an odd couple; they were also thinking 'that's the next girl that's gonna have her heart broken by Luke Hemmings'. And you knew better than to fall into his charms, but his voice was like an anesthesia that made your brain lazy and your bones numb, and it was dragging you directly to him. You hated yourself for being like all the other girls that fell for him - you were smarter than them. You knew what was going to happen. But, you didn't mind one bit. You were going to enjoy it while it lasted, and most surely cry when it was over. But, you still didn't have to think about that. "So", you said, putting his arm around your shoulder in a way that you were still holding hands and coming closer to his body, "How were your classes?".
  • Ashton: It didn't take long for Ashton to get to your house. What took you long was gaining courage to sneak out while your parents were sleeping - which he made pretty clear on the way to the party. And now, you were pressed against a wall, feeling like a fish out of the water. You weren't sure what you had expected from the party. Actually, you did know exactly what you had expected. But, now you felt like an idiot for thinking that Ashton Irwin, the bad boy, would spend the whole party talking to you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), the good girl. It was only obvious, you now realized, that he was going to leave your side the moment you walked through the door and flirt with random girls all night long. What were you even doing there? You watched as a girl left Ashton alone and walked up to him. "Ashton", you said. "Yeah, babe?", he asked, wrapping an arm around your waist. "I think I'm going home", you struggled to get out of his grip. "What? Why?!", he asked. "'Cause I'm not having much fun", you said, "I don't even think I should've came in the first place". "C'mon, (Y/N)", he put each hand on one side of your waist. "No, really, Ashton. All you've ever done since we got here is ignore me and flirt with random girls". "Are you jealous?", he smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Fuck you, Ashton", you rolled your eyes, turning around to leave him. "Wait, are you forgetting I'm your ride back home?", you heard his voice in your ear and felt his front pressed against your back. "I can get a cab", you shrugged. "You don't even know where we are", he had a good point - you were absolutely lost, "I'll drive you home". You knew that if you gave in now, you'd probably end up making out on the back of his car, and then texting each other the whole night long. You wanted to leave alone and go home to think it all through - but you knew Ashton was right. You couldn't leave alone when you had no idea where you were to begin with. "Fine", you huffed, walking off with him.
  • Michael: The dinner was mostly Michael eye fucking you and you avoiding his gaze. Yet, you were lucky enough to be told by your mom that you had to wash the dishes. And, obviously, Michael volunteered to help you. "So, (Y/N)", he said, putting a few plates on the sink, "Do you plan on getting on detention again tomorrow?". "Will you please just shut up?", you pleaded angrily. "Why do you keep ignoring your feelings towards me?", he chuckled, pressing his chest against your back, taking your hair in his hand and putting it all on one side of your shoulder. He started pressing a few kisses on your neck, rising to your earlobe. "We both know I turn you on", he nibbled on your earlobe, hands moving downwards on your body. "Michael", you said sternly, "Stop". "Are you sure you want me to stop?", he pressed a few more kisses to your neck - making sure to leave some marks. "Yes, Michael. Stop", you abruptly turned around. You hadn't quite calculated how close to him you would be when you turned - and it was very close. "Okay", he said, towering you and leaning down. The next think you know, you're sitting on the kitchen stand, Michael standing in between your legs. "I fucking hate you", you said in between kisses, tugging harshly at his hair. "I hate you more, princess", he smirked, pulling your hair a little at it's ends. "(Y/N), are you done yet?", you heard your mother's voice before you could push Michael away. "Uh, I", you stuttered, whole face turning red. "Oh," your mom said, feeling just as awkward as you were, "I'll come back later, then". "Fuck you, Michael", you turned to look at his smirking face once your mom had closed the kitchen door. "Better yet, let me fuck you", he moved closer to you, putting his hands on your knee. "No, really. Fuck off", you pushed his chest. "Are you sure you want that?", he raised his eyebrows. In your head, you concluded that the damage was already done. So, you could enjoy his lips for a little longer. "Fuck it", you mumbled, pulling him closer by his shirt.
  • Calum: "Great show!", you greeted Calum after his band gig, pecking his lip. "You thought so? Thanks", he smiled at you, pinching your bum lightly. "Yeah, I really liked it," you wrapped your arms around his neck. "How about you give me a small treat for it, huh?", he smirked and you blushed lightly, "C'mon", he dragged you to a door - which you assumed that was the backstage. He shut the door and locked it, pressing you against it a second later. One of your hands was playing with his hair, the other pulling him closer to you. His hands made their way to your bum, and you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. You weren't sure when you and Calum had gotten so intimate - that's 'cause you haven't. You wanted to believe that you weren't just another random girl for him. You wanted to believe you were different. But, you knew better than that. You knew that it would only be a matter of time before he was making out with another girl backstage after one of his gigs. Yet, why couldn't you let go of him? Spare the pain your heart was going to feel later. If you knew he was no good and you were nothing to him, why couldn't you just tell him to fuck off and walk back home? Because you wanted to be with him. You loved the way he kissed you; talked to you; touched you. You tried to shrug off the fact that you meant nothing to him when he meant so much to you. You tried to create an illusion that you were different to him, and he was falling for you just as hard as you were falling for him. But, you knew that if you created that, you would be even more heartbroken when it was over. So, you got it into your mind that you were nothing to him and that it would eventually end. "So, do you want to go back to my place or should I drive you home?", he broke the kiss. You knew what the right answer was. You knew, and it was on the tip of your tongue. It's now, you thought to yourself, spare the pain you're going to feel later - end this now. "No. I mean, we can go back to your place", you said.
Don’t Hold Back (pt.5)

This beautiful boy, this wondrous boy that looked as though he had been manifested inside Ronan’s own head looked back at him.

Here is the final part of don’t hold back. I hope you’ve enjoyed this little journey as much as I have :) 

(pt.1)  (pt.2)  (pt.3)  (pt.4)

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barney and robin's real ending (in my personal universe it's a bit too fairytale)
  • It's 2030, Robin is driving and Barney is on the passenger seat, they're talking
  • R: Remember when we were in Hong Kong?
  • B: Yeah asian boobs, I mean, girls, everywhere
  • Robins rolls her eyes
  • R: I mean //that// day
  • B: Of course I do, Robin, how could I forget?
  • Robin sights and pouts slighly like she's upset but not in an entirely sad way
  • R: She was so small
  • B: Yeah
  • R: And now, college
  • B: Yeah, about that, do you think it'd be too much to put a tracking device on her? I'm thinking on the teeth maybe-
  • R: Barney!
  • Robin takes one hand off the wheel and slaps his arm
  • B: Ouch! Don't pretend like you haven't thought about it. Remember: dorms, booze, frat boys
  • R: Frat boys?
  • B: It's college anything could happen, we have to take precautions
  • Robin looks thoughtful for a moment
  • R: We could ask Marvin to look after her
  • B: That's not enough! we should-
  • R: Shut it Barney she can see us
  • B: Fine but we'll discuss it later
  • It's 2019, Barney and Robin are on a hotel room in Hong Kong. Robin is rushing around looking for something work related and Barney is sitting on the bed looking anxious
  • B: Robin?
  • She doesn't listen
  • B: Robin, hey
  • Barney holds her wrist as she walks by
  • R: What Barney? I can't find my things and I'm late
  • B: There's something we need to talk about
  • Robin finally pays attention to his expression and her own shifts from frustration to concern
  • R: Is something wrong?
  • Barney takes a deep breath and tugs her toward the bed. She sits in front of him, their eyes lock
  • B: We have to talk about where this - he gestures in between them - is going
  • R: What do you mean?
  • B: Look, Robin, neither of us ever wanted to get married-
  • R: Wait, Barney, I know you hate being away from home but I just got a proposal to move back to New York, I'll barely travel anymore you won't even have to come if you don't want to I-
  • B: Hey Scherbatsky, calm down
  • R: No! You're about to ask for a divorce!
  • B: Wow, wait, no, that's not it
  • He holds her hands and shifs so they're sitting closer now
  • B: When we got married I vowed to always be honest with you, and lately I've been wishing for something, something you might not want to share with me, and that's why I've kept it to mysel only because I thought-
  • R: Cut to the chase Barney, you're making me nervous
  • B: Okay. I think. No. I know I want kids, but I want you more, so if you don't want them, that's fine, but if you could do this for me, Robin, if you've changed your mind even a little bit about this please
  • R: Barney, I told you, I can't
  • Robin let's go of his hands to rest her palms on her own flat stomach
  • B: I know, I know, I was thinking we could adopt
  • Robin gets up covering her mouth with one hand and starts pacing around the room
  • B: I get it if you don't want this, I knew about it when I married you
  • R: Be quiet I need a minute
  • They stay in silence for a long time Barney on the bed and Robin still pacing. Eventually she stops in front of the window contemplating the view of that strange city
  • R: We could do it here
  • B: What?
  • R: Before we leave for the U.S., I can call some favors
  • B: I don't follow
  • R: A little girl, I think, they leave so many of them here
  • B: Are you saying...
  • She turns around to face him, the corners of her mouth are curved up just slighly
  • R: We're getting a daughter
  • Robin's voice is a whisper but the words make Barney smile openly
  • B: We're getting a daughter!
  • He jumps off the bed and rushes toward Robin taking her in his arms and kissing her. When they break apart there's laughter and tears and they're terrified but really happy at the same time
  • Barney and Robin are on an orphanage, there are kids running everywhere, they are starting to regret their decision and are about to leave when a little girl stops them, she looks about seven and her black hair is tied back with a red ribbon, an employee comes running after her
  • (M is for the little girl and E is for the employee)
  • M: Miss, Mister, do you think I'm too young to know if I like girls?
  • Barney and Robin smile in surprise at her question and the employee looks mortified
  • E: I'm sorry, she's always like this, out of control
  • R: It's okay
  • M: Are you gonna answer?
  • E: Mae!
  • Barney laughs
  • B: I think that's something you always know
  • M: See?!
  • The little girl looks victorious but the employee eyes her angrily
  • E: Let's go, that's enough for the day
  • M: You need to get over yourself
  • Barney bursts into laughter then and Robin slaps his arm but she's holding back one of her own
  • E: I apologize, she watches too much TV, hockey games made her agressive
  • That sentence makes Robin freeze and Barney looks over at her smiling in utter amusement
  • B: So you like hockey?
  • M: Yes, and the news, actually aren't you Robin Scherbatsky?
  • Barney pokes Robin's ribs and she comes back to the real world
  • R: Yeah, I mean, yes, I am
  • M: You're everywhere, your life must be awesome
  • R: I guess, I've seen a lot of places
  • M: That's so cool
  • E: Okay, Mae I'm serious time to go
  • M: Fine, fine, bye
  • She waves her little hand at them as she walks away and Barney and Robin are left with a sense of accomplishment
  • Back to 2030
  • There's a beautiful nineteen-year-old girl on the sidewalk, her hair is tied back with a red ribbon, she smiles when the car pulls over and opens the door to get in
  • M: Hey mom, hey dad
  • B: Hello baby girl
  • M: Dad I told you to stop doing that, I'm going to college!
  • B: But you'll always be my baby girl
  • M: God you're so cheesy
  • Mae rolls her eyes and Robin laughs
  • R: Are you excited?
  • M: Are you kidding me? It's gonna be legen - wait for it - dary! Legendary! Plus, lots of college hotties
  • B: That's my girl!
  • Barney and Mae high five and Robin rolls her eyes
  • R: You do remember we're going to Canada in two weeks right?
  • M: Of course! Not gonna miss the Scherbatsky's annual hockey game on the year we kick aunt Katie's team in the ass
  • R: Now, that is MY girl!
  • Robin and Mae high five and Barney smiles
  • M: Why are we going to uncle Ted's again?
  • B: It's the anniversary of the gang
  • R: The day they met me twenty five years ago
  • M: Wait does that mean aunt Lily is cooking?
  • R: No, I think it's aunt Tracy's turn
  • M: Thank god, aunt Lil's "gourmet" taste kills me
  • R: Yeah, don't ever tell her that
  • M: I know, I know "Aldrin justice"
  • B: Your aunt Lily is an evil mastermind that must not be toyed with. We're serious
  • M: Sometimes I think you guys overreact
  • Barney and Robin exchange a serious look
  • R/B: Just don't tell her
  • M: Wow, okay
  • They arrive at the Mosby household and Robin stops the car, as soon as she does Mae jumps out and runs for the door screaming she'll get revenge on Marvin and Daisy for whatever new prank they pulled on her, her parents stay in the car watching
  • R: Does it ever bother you?
  • B: What?
  • R: That she doesn't look like us
  • B: Robin, she's exactly my type
  • R/B: Asian with some boob
  • They say it at the same time
  • B: Yeah!
  • R: That's disturbing
  • B: For once I agree let's never say it again
  • He's starting to get out of the car but Robin holds his arm to keep him in place
  • R: Seriously, does it? Bother you I mean?
  • B: Robin, I think if we did have children that were of our own blood they still wouldn't be as perfect as Mae is, so no, it doesn't
  • Robin smiles
  • R: Thank you
  • B: For what?
  • R: Everything
  • B: I agreed to a divorce three years into our marriage why are you thanking me
  • She slaps his arm once again playfully
  • B: Okay, you know what, it was entirely my pleasure
  • Their eyes lock and they smile in perfect sync leaning in for a kiss but are interrupted by Mae shouting from the door
  • M: Hey! Are you guys coming or what?
  • R: We'll be there in a second!
  • Robin gives Barney a quick kiss and they get out of the car and walk toward the house, their second pair of wedding rings gleam under the sunlight