imagine pt 3

#3 My Neighbor's A Jerk

Summary: (Office AU) There’s this mutual feeling between you and your jerk of a neighbor, called hate. With every ounce of passion filled in your veins you both commence that feeling from day one of meeting each other. But what happens once, one of you are at the receiving end of the other’s help? Maybe you will learn how to co-operate?

Word Count: 2708

Pairing: Bucky x fem!Reader

Genre: RomCom

Warning: none

Author’s Note: finally, ik. But i don’t think i like this chapter all that very much. But still, enjoy! :)

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In case you missed it, here is Bang Pt 1 and Bang Pt 2 

Rated: Hella Smut 

He grabbed both of your thighs and brought it closer to him. You wrapped your legs around his head hoping he can bring you out of agony. You need immediate release, you were tired of the teasing but with the look he had on his face, he was just beginning. He slowly took of your panties and you felt the cold  air hit your sex ever so gently. 

He loved how beautiful naked you were. What he loved even better was how your pussy was drenched in juices all because of him. He got closer to your pussy and took one big slow lick, savoring how amazing you taste “Fuck baby, you taste so good” he gave another lick and you were shaking. You hated how he was taking his sweet time that you put your hand through his hair and nudged him towards your pussy. You spreader your legs even wider so he can have better access. He looked up at you and smirked “Is the princess getting impatient? What ever should I do?” He got up and leaned on top of your body. His mouth had drips of your juices and he leaned in closer giving you a passionate kiss. His tongue was begging for entrance and you refused to give it to him. He loved playing this little game with you because he loved seeing how you love to play hard to get. He grabbed his cock and placed the tip of it on your clit. He began to grind himself on you sending pleasured waves all throughout your body. You let out a moan and he took the chance to slid his tongue inside you. You tasted your juices mixed with his taste and you were going crazy. He continue grinding his cock on your clit while having his other hand play with your tits. He gave them a little squeeze and left your lips to go give love to your nipples. He circled them gently with his thumb and slowly dragged his tongue over it. 

He squished your tit even more and gently tug your nipple while looking into your eyes “ This right here” he squeezed your tit a bit harder “Belongs to me and only me. Your whole body, your orgasms belongs to me. I control when and how hard you orgasm understand me?”. You knew if you said yes, you lost the game but you didn’t care about the fucking game. You lost ever since you decided to play. He saw it in your eyes that you were having war in your mind. He needed to be inside you. He wanted to feel how good and wet your pussy will feel around his length. 

He left a trail of kisses and bite marks down till your pussy. He looked up at you and he saw how your head was tilted backwards enjoying his touch. He got his hands and spread your pussy lips apart exposing his meal. His mouth wrapped around your clit and he started to suck gently on it while his tongue was flicking it around. You were moaning his name and he loved how beautiful it sound. He spit on your pussy and he made his fingers spread his salvia all over. He grabbed your hips and made your pussy clash onto his mouth. His tongue finally made its way inside you and he was savoring every moment. 

You were in fucking heaven. You were pinching your own nipples loving every moment his tongue was swirling inside you. His thumb was still rubbing your clit and you knew you were going to come. He put two of his fingers inside you and  when he found your g spot he didn’t stop playing with it. He put his mouth back onto your clit and your toes were starting to curl “Is my baby going to cum on my mouth? Or does she want to come on my cock?” He kept fingering you faster and faster till he felt your walls tighten around his fingers getting ready for release. You were panting “Fuck yes baby continue, continue fucking me with your fingers please baby please” you were so close to cumming and you felt his fingers slow down and you screamed. He laughed and continue picking up the pace “Who does this pussy belong to (y/n)? Who can make you cum with only 2 fingers huh princess?” he continue going faster and you were ready to lose the game but you didn’t give one single ounce of fuck. 

“I belong to you papi please papi please”

He went faster and he saw some of your juices squirting out. 

“Come for daddy”

Accidently hard (wrong chat pt. 3)

neutral POV; Jimin x Jungkook; 598 words

Sorry for the mistakes. Enjoy!

Originally posted by chimchams

The second day of the music video shooting was going great. There was only one tiny problem. After the “Yoongi accident” Jungkook didn’t touch Jimin. Something more. The maknae made his boyfriend watch him how he please himself. And the worst part was that Jimin wasn’t allowed to touch himself.

Now the older boy was dreaming for the end of the day when they’ll finally be alone and he’ll be rewarded.

After a hours of hard work, it was time for a small break. During that time Tae was still full of energy. Childish and playful as always. And since Jungkook was helping Jin with some moves, V was messing around with Jimin.

Suga and Hobi were using the free time for a quick nap. And Namjoon was listening music with his eyes closed, waiting for an inspiration.

At some time Taehyung was too close. He tripped over himself and falled on top of Jimin. They both laughed and in the mood of the game, the older boy rolled over his friend, so he can be on top of him, hugged from behind.

While in this position Jimin unconsciously rubbed his butt against Tae’s cock, Tae’s hands on the inside of his hips. A silent needy moan escaped the boy’s lips.

“Did you just…?” Tae asked confused. His eyes stopped on the small tent in his friend’s pants. Jimin was getting hard. The young boy realized what they’ve done and a devilish smile appeared on his face.

V was very open-minded. Always ready to try new things.. And now he wasn’t against the idea of teasing his hyung.

Taehyung moved his hips, rubbing himself against that round booty, moving his hands up and down Jimin’s hips, almost touching his semi-hard dick.

“You like it that way, huh?” Tae asked with his deep voice, almost whispering, sending chills all over Jimin’s body.

Jimin covered his mouth with hands, trying not to moan too loud, but he was trembling from lust and pleasure.

The rest of the boys were still busy with their own work, so no one could hear him. But this doesn’t mean he had to show himself as such a needy boy.

“S-stop” another moan escaped Jimin’s full lips.

“Jimin, are you naughty again?” a third person asked. The boy turned around just to face smirking Namjoon. Jimin haven’t felt since when hyung was watching them.

The younger boy covered his face, all shy and embarrassed.

“Are you two?” Tae asked.

“No, no. He’s with daddy Kook” Namjoon answered quickly and both laughed their asses off.

“So that’s why he moan like a little hoe?” Tae said, petting Jimin’s head.

“Fuck you” Jimin said angrily. He stand up from his comfortable lap place and turned his back to them.

“You want it that bad?” Namjoon tried to tease him but the boy ignored him.

For the rest of the day the three of them – Namjoon, Taehyung and Yoongi – didn’t stop teasing Jimin. But just him because he was cute, whenever he was embarrassed or angry. Jungkook was more mature. He wasn’t easy to tease and it wasn’t that fun.

“Hey, Joonie. I think Jungkook’s moves are a bit different today. Don’t you think so?” Yoongi talked quietly, but he was sure Kookie can hear him.

And Namjoon was in the game with both hands. “Yeah. His hip thrust seems more intense”

“I wonder why” Tae joined and the three of them smirked at Jungkook.

But instead of getting angry or saying something, he joined Hobi and Jin, grabbing a quick snack. He couldn’t care less.

Originally posted by jiminsjiminie

marriage proposal: wonho
  • ok tbh i see wonho absolutely losing his mind over this
  • he’d be a nervous wreck
  • acting weird for weeks but once you ask what’s wrong, he looks like he’ll have a breakdown any second so you just let him be, figuring or rather hoping he’ll get back to normal soon
  • he hates keeping things from you. he really does, but
  • he just wants it to be perfect. he tries to plan out how he’ll propose down to the smallest detail, because you can’t say no. honestly what would he even do if you said no???? cry for 38 years that’s what
  • anyway
  • so he plans it all out, even prepares a speech, telling you how much you mean to him and how he wants to spend the rest of his life with you and all
  • and then he takes you to the sea. he packs blankets and tea and you sit down together on the almost deserted beach, wrapped in blankets and watching the ocean together, just talking until even your quiet chatter dies down and you watch wave after wave crash onto the shore
  • and wonho looks at you, looking so beautiful and he’s still so in love with you and his hand wraps around the ring in his pocket and he’s ready to ask you to-
  • except he’s not.
  • he leaves the ring in his pocket and you leave the beach after a while and wonho hates himself a little bit because he really wanted to ask he you, he really did, but he just couldn’t
  • of course he tries again
  • he tries again and again, plans out scenario after scenario but he chickens out every time
  • get it together wonho
  • the ring is always in his pocket, the words he practiced so many times are always on his tongue, but
  • it’s never the right moment, he thinks. something’s always wrong, the mood, the timing, something, he doesn’t quite know what it is most of the time, it’s just-
  • he wants to find the perfect moment, ok?? it has to be perfect
  • or maybe it’s just that’s he is petrified you might say no because he loves you so much and he doesn’t wanna lose you
  • meanwhile the other members are getting more frustrated every day because wonho just won’t propose but he won’t stop talking about it either and honestly??? they’re running out of suggestions
  • ………………….so
  • it’s a day when you’re off work and wonho is as well but since wonho still hasn’t come up with a new plan and you haven’t seen the others in a while he invites you over to just spend the day with them
  • you’re all in sweatpans and just hanging out at their dorm, eating too much and playing video games
  • hyungwon is lying on the couch and reading, wonho is playing with his phone, shownu and kihyun went to the supermarket to grab more food
  • and you’re playing mario kart with minhyuk and changkyun, sitting too close to the tv and being way too into it for adults, cursing at items that hit you
  • it’s a close call but finally you get first place and
  • “ha!!”, you scream in victory, “take that suckers!”
  • minhyuk and changkyun groan in unison but wonho just chuckles
  • he loves it so much when you’re being dorky and kinda obnoxious. he loves you so much. he just wants to marry you, is that too much to ask for?
  • “just let me marry her..”, he mutters
  • ………….…..  …
  • four sets of eyes practically snap to gape at him, all laughter and chatter gone in an instant, the mario kart tune still playing mockingly in the background, making everything seem a little surreal
  • and you’re just. staring, eyes about to pop out of your head
  • “you……what?”
  • he just stares back for a few second with equally wide eyes, feeling nauseous and dizzy because did he just really just say that aloud?? god no you’re gonna hate him you’re gonna leave you’re gonna-
  • “wonho?”, you ask quietly but demanding
  • he swallows and takes a deep breath. now or never, he thinks
  • “y/n”
  • he walks over to you and sits down on his knees right in front of you, pulling out the little box he’s been carrying around for weeks now
  • “y/n”, he repeats and looks into your eyes and again you’re just staring back, completely in shock and trying to convince yourself you’re not dreaming
  • meanwhile the other boys are just sitting there, gaping, also not believing what’s going on right before their eyes
  • “i kinda had an entire speech written out for this but honestly?”, wonho laughs nervously, “i can’t remember any of it right now…just”
  • he opens the box and holds it up a little, your gaze flickering between wonho and the ring in his hands
  • “i love you, y/n. please marry me?”
  • overwhelmed with emotions, tears start spilling out your eyes and you start to cry
  • “y/n?”, wonho asks, voice uncertain all of a sudden and his frown deepening by the second
  • he looks so ridiculously concerned that you can’t help but chuckle even though you’re crying. you quickly start to nod, wiping your tears
  • “of course. of course i’ll marry you”
  • and wonho’s expression immediately shifts into one of pure delight and the way he looks as much in love with you as you feel you’re in love with him right now, makes the emotions rushing over you only stronger, causing you to smile wider and cry harder
  • he takes the ring out of the box and your hand in his
  • “can i?”, he asks, smiling at you shyly
  • you nod again, not really able to talk, tears still rolling down your cheeks
  • as soon as the ring’s on your finger, you practically throw yourself at your now fiancé, arms wrapping around him, burying your face in his neck
  • his arms tighten around you and he starts laughing and crying, too
  • so there you are
  • on the living room floor, in sweatpants and with unbrushed hair, the mario kart theme still playing in the background. clinging to each other and laughing and crying at the same time
  • your emotions are all over the place but what you know is this:
  • you’re happy. so unbelievably and incredibly happy.
  • you don’t even notice when minhyuk and the other boys finally start breathing again, too, groaning and laughing because “can you believe him oh my god” and “finally he got his shit together”
  • you don’t notice either when a few minutes later the door opens and shownu and kihyun come back, kihyun promptly dropping his bag of snacks
  • “……are you kidding me.”

[ shownu // wonho // kihyun // minhyuk // hyungwon // jooheon // changkyun ]


Do You Even Love Me?: Will You Be Mine? *Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain X Perrie Edwards imagine*


I stared at her and any other day. I would’ve been just as happy to see her as she was to currently see me but I just couldn’t even say anything. I just turned around to look at Alex with an amused look on my face, “What a surprise” I said before rolling my eyes and walking out

They both called out to me, but I really didn’t want to hear any of it. I was tired, the two people that I trusted to be there and be just platonic changed and switched up. I gave him everything, every ounce of love and yes I may be exaggerating or I may not who really knows? 

Getting into my car, I didn’t listen to anything else as I drove off and really drove just mindlessly around the town before going over to my Mum’s house. When I got there she was sitting on the couch with a smile before putting on a confused face when she saw mine. “What’s wrong?” 

I let out a sigh before releasing all and everything that’d happened over the course of the day. 


“Mum! Hold on you can’t just go on beating people up” I said to her holding her back down on the couch

My Mum looked at me like I was mad, “You serious right now? The man I allowed to date my daughter is treating her like this now? Just wait till your Dad get’s home” She said shaking her head

I sighed, and chuckled. “Thank You Mum” I said 

She looked over to me, “Thank You?” 

I nodded, “I needed someone to say they were going to give him a good beating” I said chuckling

My Mum gave me a smile and hugged me, “I’m so sorry love that he’s doing this to you, just know if you don’t want to continue dating him you don’t have to “She said 

I chuckled, after telling my Mum everything that’d happened and everything that I’d heard that was pretty much her reaction. She couldn’t really understand why Alex was acting this way or why he’d do something like this and to be honest I didn’t know the answer to these questions either. 

And as much as I wanted to know them I was also hurt by the fact that he didn’t have the decency to tell me anything. Even when it first started. A little while later my Dad did eventually come home but we decided not to tell him because then something really would’ve happened. 

Going up to my old bedroom I took a seat on the edge of my bed and looked down at my phone right as it began ringing for about the 15th time tonight. I didn’t answer, and just threw it somewhere on the bed. 

Laying back, I probably stared up at my ceiling for a little while longer before eventually falling asleep. 

I only woke up because of the ruckus downstairs. Opening my bedroom door I’d heard my Mum yelling, “I can’t believe you! You ought to be ashamed” 

Going down the stairs a little bit faster now, when I made it down I saw Alex standing there with Perrie. I rolled my eyes, “Can’t you two just go on and about already?” I asked

They looked over to me, “Y/N” They said

I just gave them both a blank expression and raised an eyebrow, “What?”

Perrie sighed, “Look I’m so sorry that I’d been pulling Alex and taking him away from you. I didn’t mean it, I swear” She said sounding desperate

“Honestly Y/N, there isn’t anything going on between us anymore now we’re just friends” Alex backed her up

I stared at the two of them for a moment before chuckling, “You two must really think I was born last night yeah?”I asked looking between the two of them

Perrie and Alex looked confused, “What do you mean?” 

I pointed towards the necklace Perrie was wearing, “I’ve seen that before you know” I said

She looked down holding it in her hand, “Well I mean it’s at the shop Y/N” 

I shook my head, “Alex took me to buy a necklace, I picked that one out. After going back another day to just buy it for myself, I was notified that it was bought by my dear ‘Boyfriend’already”

Perrie looked down, and I chuckled, “So you knew?” I asked her

“I’m sorry Y/N, it was months ago. I swear that was it I just wanted something for her to cheer up from the rough times” Alex said 

I shook my head, “Alex just leave” 

My Dad made his way over to escort the two out of the house, but as he tried Alex went down to his knees. “Y/N please believe me when I say that I love you, and I don’t ever mean to hurt you ever. I always want to see you happy and smiling, I didn’t mean to hurt you please please forgive me?” He asked 

I closed my eyes, and my Mum put her arm around my shoulder, “Just leave Alex” 

“But Y/N I know you’re-

How You Gonna? pt 3 (You get back together) - Justin Foley x Reader

(Okay! So with my jammed finger and all, I finished this whole imagine, but then my computer crashes, my life is just wonderful. I forgot what exactly I put down, everything I write is put together on the spot and never planned. atm I hate everything. enjoy :) )

Summary: Justin texts you, does he want to be with you or not? (I listened to Stay and Love on The Brain by Rihanna while writing this)

I went home a nervous wreck. I love Justin so much. He’s my everything. No matter what I do, I’m not good without him. Feelings for people change, but I don’t thin that would happen with me. He’s more than I have ever asked for. I believed him over everyone else and all I want is him. I don’t know what it is about him. I could never not fall for him, even when we first met. I felt like I was falling in love. That boy makes me crazy.

I’m only a sophomore in high school. Adults always say we’re “too young” to experience love, but I know what it feels like to love someone. I love Justin, he’s all I think about. I would do anything for him, I just want to be with him, I would be so happy even if he told me my shoes were untied.

I feel so shitty without him, I always self pity myself. What do I do with myself? Stay in my room and eat ice cream and wonder what we could’ve had? Fuck that. I know he loves me deep down. Nobody would go 6 months without developing something. I need this to end, but I don’t want to hear his answer. I’m confident that he loves me. He cares for me, he already said that. Why care about someone if you don’t love them?

Now I’m just laying in my bed, waiting for him to text me. I don’t know why I’m both nervous, and excited. I keep fantasizing our future. I think we’re meant to be. I love him so much, and always will. Nobody has ever kept my attention the way he has. I don’t think anyone could. I just think everyone is boring. I know he’s not though.

I hear my phone ding, and my heart stops. Here’s the time, I’ll get my answer. No matter what happens, I will always love him, no matter how complicated it is. He’s different, and will always be the love of my life no matter what.

(Justin is bold, you’re normal)



“What’s up?”

“Can we skip the small talk, and move on?”

“Move on to what? haha”

“Justin, this isn’t funny. Tell me your feel about both me, and the situation.”

“For starters, the situation, I care about you a lot. I’m sorry that I had to put you through what I did. I just really needed Clay to keep his mouth shut.”

“Do you love me?”



“I love you. More than anything. I tried so hard to get over you, all you do is fuck with my emotions and my head. I hate you, but I love you. I don’t usually confess feelings this way, but I can’t help it. I’m addicted to you. No matter what I do, I’m not good without you. I fell for you,”

“I didn’t know you felt that way y/n.”

“Tell me how you feel about me right now, do you love me?”

“I think I do, I don’t know. You’re different, you know I’m trouble, but still stay. You’re always there when I need somewhere to stay and I couldn’t appreciate you more. All Jessica wants is sex, you’re more than that. I really didn’t want to admit it, but you’re my everything. I do love you.” 

“I’m extremely happy to hear that Justin, what will happen now?”

“Will you, maybe, be my girlfriend?”

“Wouldn’t deny it for the world. What about Jessica?”

“I’m pretty sure she’ll be okay. Not that I really care though.”

“I’m heading to bed, goodnight babe, I love you.”

“I love you way more babygirl, sweet dreams, My Queen”

I went to bed knowing that I was the happiest girl alive. I love him so much, and he confessed to me. I probably sound crazy, but I love that boy more than I love my life. I only want him, it doesn’t matter what he says or does. Funny how the guy who broke me, put me back together again.

I woke up the next day and got ready for school. I came out the house and went to my car, getting hype for my drive to school. I’m so excited, this is the first time in a month, kissing him, hugging him, and being able to call him mine. I missed him and everything about him.

I walked into school, and seen my beautiful boyfriend laughing with his friends. I ran up to him and kissed him. I missed him. I missed his taste. I missed the way his lips felt on mine. I craved him.

“Someone’s a little needy?” he said breaking the kiss

“Shut up, I love you.” I said looking into his eyes

He then said,

“I love you more than you can ever imagine.”

Originally posted by gabbiesworld


BTS boyfriend or fiancé board pt.3:
Imagine: your bias coming home to you for Christmas.

🎶 I’ll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams
I’ll be home for Christmas 🎶- bing Crosby, I’ll be home for Christmas.

Rebound Girl Pt. 3

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x reader

Word Count: ~2000

Warnings: fluff, even though it’s not in this chapter: Anti Danneel

Summary: Everything seems fine until someone shows up at your front door. haha sorry this summary really sucks

A/N: Part 3 to my series that is my entry for @casbabydontgoineedyou‘s 1k follower challenge.

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Originally posted by miinyooongii

Part 3

Reader’s POV

During dinner you didn’t say a word. You weren’t sure if you would have bolted if you could have. Maybe you shouldn’t have met him just yet and still taken some time to think about everything.

“I am here because I want to be in a relationship with you, because I see a future with you by my side”. Jensen’s words lingered in your head. He sounded so sincere, so honest. It made your heart race and maybe, just maybe, it let your imagination run wild. A future with him would include everything you ever wanted to have with him. Marriage, kids, growing old together with dozens of grand kids who played in your garden, the Impala parked in your garage and Jensen would take you on spontaneous rides on your anniversaries… your mind played out various scenarios.

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Imagine being the first and only girl in the Penetrator Russ bus.

Author’s note: SUPRISE! Hahaha I know I said I was going to post it tomorrow, but I realized that it doesn’t matter because I still won’t like it regardless the day I post. Not my best work, so I’ll leave up to you guys. If y'all want a part 4, I’ll do it gladly. So let me know ;) 

Update: thank you Alyssa, aka @imyourliquor-youremypoison, for rewriting it beautifully. I’m so grateful for having you to help me!

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The Roommate (pt.3)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LOVE! (You know who you are. Since you’re celebrating your day of birth, I felt like I should give you this gift [since it’s the only gift I can give you].)

**Although this was written with a specific person in mind, I hope you all still enjoy this thing.**

Warnings: Smut, Language, badly written fluff

Word Count: 1222

That next morning, you woke up with such a fullness, it was hard to fight the smile that crept across your face. In short, you’d had the best night of your life. You glanced to your left and smiled at the sleeping form beside you. Man was he beautiful. The way the sun shone on his back gave you a clear view of the angry red marks scattered along his skin. How did him telling me to stay end up with me in his bed? You thought as you raked your gaze over the marks you left on his back. The obvious answer was that you had no self control and the minute you’d gotten home, you tore into each other like two sex-crazed people that had been deprived of the one thing that brought them any sort of pleasure in life. 

He slept soundly beside you, his ruffled hair shining in the soft morning sun coming through the bedroom window. The longer you looked at him, the weirder you felt. The fullness you’d had when you woke up soon melted away and was replaced with dread. What had you done?! He was your roommate! The panic was starting to make it hard to breathe, and you were starting to rethink moving in with him at all. You pushed your hands through your hair, grabbing fistfuls of it and shaking your head in disbelief. “No. No, no, no, no, no.” This wasn’t happening. Who knew how he would feel when he woke up? Would he regret sleeping with you? Would he act like it didn’t happen? Would things change for the worse between you two? So many questions with no answers to them, and you sure as shit weren’t about to stick around to find out what they were either. Better to abandon ship before you were forced to leave. 

As slowly as possible, you inched out from under his covers and off of his bed. He stirred only once, causing your heart to stop. You held your breath and waited for him to still again before searching for your clothes. You crouched down and gathered your things as quietly as you could. Your heart was racing and you felt ill. It took everything you had to keep yourself from crying. Now was not the time to lose your grip on your emotions. Mino stirred again and you froze in fear of being caught trying to make an escape. You peered over the edge of the bed to check if he was still sleeping. He wasn’t. You fell backward, life lost. “Jesus be a biscuit!” You yelped, clutching your clothes to your body. “Going somewhere?” He asked sleepily, raising an eyebrow. Why was his voice so sexy when he woke up? Why were you even thinking his voice was sexy? You had to get out of there and fast, or you’d fall victim to his uncanny ability to get his way. His hair was sticking up in various places and you wanted to run your hands through it, but you had to leave before the spell of last night was broken. “I…uh…” 

“You……”, he paused, “…had your way with me, and now you’re leaving? I’m hurt.” He rasped, hand tapping his chest as he feigned sadness. “I…uh…” You just couldn’t seem to speak to him. At least not while you were still so very naked and exposed. “M-Mino….I..gotta go.” You stood up quickly, hugging on to your close for dear life, and bolted from his room. You could hear him chuckling as you speed-walked down the hallway to the safety of your own room. You were so embarrassed that if the world ended in that moment, you would graciously accept your demise without so much as a word. You shut yourself in your room and threw your clothes on the floor. And inevitably, the overwhelming discomfiture you were pushing away consumed you. You sank down to the floor and knocked the back of your head against the door. Why had you done such a thing? Had you not, things wouldn’t have to get awkward with him. You could have gone on pretending that you didn’t like him more than a friend. You’d been doing a pretty bang up job of it as of late, and this was going to set you back so far that you weren’t sure you’d be able to get back to how things were. 

A small knock on your door interrupted your self-loathing. “______________.” Why wouldn’t he just go away? Did he have to keep making things difficult? “Yes?” 
“Are you going to make breakfast any time soon? I’m hungry.” You snorted a short laugh and shook your head. Maybe things didn’t have to be awkward after all.

The smell of the breakfast you were cooking wafted through the house, and it was causing Mino’s stomach to growl. He lay in his bed skimming through a book he’d picked up at the second hand bookstore down the street, waiting for you to tell him he could shove food in his face. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. When he took you hiking, he had a very specific thing in mind, tell you he wanted you. But he hadn’t quite told you anything. He had, however, convinced you to stay with him, which was a step in the right direction. When you’d gotten home, he had every intention to tell you how he felt, but you looked so…vulnerable and open -which never happened with you before- that he couldn’t resist taking you to bed. Yes, things occurred in the wrong order, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him this time. So when you called him to eat, he was determined to tell you. He was definitely going to tell you. Definitely.

That was, until he rounded that corner and saw you standing there, hair in a wild looking ponytail and a pair of dark denim overalls. Who would have thought that a pair of overalls would get him to this point? His stomach was aching to be filled with food, but there was a more, pressing matter that needed attending to. “Looks delicious.” He commented, coming up behind you and placing his hands on either side of you, effectively trapping you against the counter. “I-I mean…all of my food looks good.” You joked. He reached up and moved your ponytail over your shoulder, exposing your neck. “I’m not talking about the food.” He whispered, placing a kiss to your skin. You turned around to face him, and he put his hands back on the counter, ducking his head to kiss up your neck. “Mino…we can’t keep doing this. We’re….roommates..” You groaned, wrapping your arms around his middle and pulling him closer. He pulled back, “Do you want me to stop?” He asked you seriously. 

A weighted silence settled between you as he stared you down. The air was charged with the kind of sexual tension that was only seen in movies. Any sudden movement would be the end of the both of you. “_____________.” He called to you, wanting to hear you tell him that you didn’t want this to stop, that you wanted him as much as he did you. “Do you want me to stop?” He repeated. 


[to be continued]

One | Two | Three

Treasure Hunt : pt 3

Summary: Someone stole y/n’s underwear and she decides to take things into her own hands. She sends the gladers on a little treasure hunt.

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Warnings: fluff, no smut really but implied a little?

Read part 1 here and part 2 here

“Wait!” I called out to Newt, but he ignored me and kept walking towards the dead heads. I ran after him and caught up with him “Newt, look at me! I’m sorry I hid this from you!” he didn’t reply. “Come on Newt, talk to me! Say something, are you really that mad?”  I looked at him with my best pouty face but the second in command just ignored me till he reached his favorite tree. It was our favorite tree, we’d often come here just to get away from the glade and talk about things to get our mind off our sad reality. “Newt..please" I said  feeling really sad. “Does it hurty/n?” Newt snapped “Does it hurt now that you know I’m hiding something, not telling you what’s going on in my mind? Because that’s what you did to me today all day.” He ran his palm through his messy hair and sighed “There I was doing my normal jobs, while every other glader except Alby was trying to find the pervert who took your panties just so that they could fulfill their own hormonal desires! Why the hell would you even give such a prize y/n? Do you not value yourself? Would you really just go around giving kisses to anyone? I thought you were more than that!.”

My eyes filled up with tears of shame as he scolded me “I’m sorry alright!” I yelled “I’m sorry I disappointed you! I just didn’t want to seem weak! The guys are always pulling stunts and you always end up saving my ass! I’m thankful for that Newt but the others see it as a sign of weakness! I don’t want to seem weak Newt! I’m the only shucking girl here! And thanks to your no violence rule I can’t even show them a piece of my mind. Not only that Gally is-“ “Y/n” Newt cut me off. He pulled me into an embrace. His strong muscular yet lean arms holding my shoulders gently “You are not weak, no one thinks you’re weak. The fact that you’ve managed this well for this long amongst a group of loud stinky guys shows a lot. Nobody says it but everyone feels you’ve got a lot of fighting spirit in you, and that’s what attracts them to you.” He pulled away and looked into my (y/c/e) eyes with his soft chocolate brown ones. It’s fine asking for help, if everyone took matters into their own hands there wouldn’t be any bloody order in this place yea? I sniffed and nodded “Besides, I like helping you” I looked back at his face surprised “Really?You don’t find it bothersome?” “Nothing related to you is bothersome to me y/n”


My heart started fluttering again and my mind was going haywire, something inside me was telling me to show him some of the confidence I displayed this morning. “Hey Newt, you know there was a prize for finding my underwear right?” Newt cocked his eyebrow “Yes, but I also heard it didn’t apply to me or Alby.”My fingers reached up to his golden strands of hair and I leaned in and whispered into his ears “That’s because there’s even more special prize if you find it”. Newt’s eyes darkened with something I had never seen in him, I leaned in towards his lips and he met me midway. Our lips met and I saw fireworks, butterflies filled my stomach and my legs became jelly.

At first the kiss was slow and romantic, his lips were warm and the first few kisses were sloppy but he got better at it quickly and soon the kisses became more heated. He licked my lower lip and I immediately opened my mouth giving entrance to his hot moist tongue. Our tongues overlapped and fought for dominance but he won easily. His arms went to my waist and he held my tightly while my hands went to play with his hair.

  Soon we broke the kiss in need of air but he quickly latched his lips on to my neck. He peppered sweet kisses along my neck till he found my sweet spot. He nibbled on it gently “Newt!” I moaned “Oh shuck yes” “I like you y/n, you’re mine” he whispered into my ear, his husky voice and thick accent drove me crazy “I hate it when other shanks try to flirt with you or hit on you, I’m protective not for your sake but mine, I don’t want anyone taking you away from me.” I felt my heart hammering so hard I was sure Newt could hear it too. “I like you too Newt, you and only you. I don’t want to kiss any other shank here” he smirked at my response “So what was the special prize again?, for finding these pretty panties and bra and taking care of the culprit?” I giggled and said seductively into his ears

 “You found the treasure, so now its yours,meaning you get to see it and take it any time you want” I bit his ear gently “Even if I’m wearing it”.

Newt grinned back and grabbed my hand “Well then we should probably go back to my room, so I can appreciate my treasure” he placed a gentle kiss on my hand and we ran off giggling from the deadheads.

So maybe things hadn’t worked out the way I planned, but I didn’t mind, nothing could beat getting Newt.

A/N: Annnd it’s done, hope you liked it! sorry if the story seemed dragged, I initially wanted to make it a one shot but oh well, Please do look out for more of my imagines! :) my writing is kinda poor but I just feel the need to express my ideas :P tips on how to improve my writing is always welcomed!

Tyler Joseph Imagine - Pt. 3

When Tyler wakes up the next morning, it’s not to the sound of an annoying alarm clock, like he’s used to.  Instead, it’s to the warm sun glowing through his shades, illuminating shadows on his bed.  The first thing he notices is how sore he was.  How did he spend eighteen years of his life sleeping in this lumpy bed?  He stretches out, still under the covers.  The second thing he notices is that Y/N’s gone.  He sits up, rubbing his eyes from hours of sleep, before looking around the room.  

He fumbles around, patting down various spots on his nightstand before finding his phone.  He clicks the home button, his lock screen popping up with that ridiculous picture she took of the two of them.  He stares at her.  Her lips are pressed against his flushed cheek. Tyler has to physically shake his head to get the grin off from his face.

After throwing on a sweatshirt, Tyler heads downstairs, curious about the delicious smell coming from the kitchen and curious as to where Y/N disappeared to.

He doesn’t stay curious for long.  The minute his feet his the hardwood floor and he turns the corner of the hallway, both his questions were answered.

His mother and Y/N were both in the kitchen, still in pajamas and pulling a giant pan of cinnamon rolls out from the oven.  Neither of them noticed Tyler lingering, so he just sat back for a moment and listened.

“These smell amazing,” Y/N says, gazing in awe at the pan.  “I can’t believe you make these from scratch.”

“The kids have loved them ever since they were little.  It became my own little tradition to get up extra early on Christmas Eve to make them.”

“So you roll the dough and then add the extra cinnamon?” she asks.

“That’s right—“ Tyler’s mom goes on to explain the process to her and Tyler crosses his arms, smiling.  

“You’ll have to write it down for me,” she says once his mom’s done speaking.  

“Oh absolutely, darling,” and Tyler can tell how much Y/N spending time with his mom meant to her.  She really was going the extra mile with all this.  

Tyler was slowly coming to terms with the fact that he’d be be in debt to her for practically the rest of his life when he decided to make his presence known.

“Morning,”he says, walking up to the counter and having a seat at one of the bar stools.

“Morning baby,” his mom says as she hangs up her oven mitt, “How’d you sleep?”

“Great,” he lies, ignoring the throbbing pain in his lower back.

“Don’t these look awesome?”  Y/N asks Tyler, still gawking at the giant pastries.

He smiles in awe at her, partly to further convince his mother of their love, but partly because he could tell how proud she was for helping and it was adorable.

Tyler nods, “They look incredible.”

“Well no eating them until your brothers and sister are up,” his mother instructs.  She unties the apron from around her waist.  “Which should be anytime.  I told them that they had to help around the house before everyone got here.”

Y/N’s head whipped around.  She stared at Tyler, tilting her head and widening her eyes.  Tyler froze.  He forgot to mention the party his family always threw on Christmas Eve.  There would be upwards of forty people crowded around his house by six o’clock, he never mentioned that minor detail to Y/N in the debriefing.  

“I’m going to go get cleaned up,” Y/N announces.  “Then I can help with setting up or cooking., whatever needs to be done,” she says sweetly.

She gives Tyler’s shoulder a light squeeze on her way by.  He wasn’t sure if that was to show affection in front of his mom or a cue for him to get his ass upstairs.  

He decided to play things on the safe side.  “I’m gonna go freshen up, too.”

He follows her up the stairs and into the bedroom where she shuts the door, locking him in.  The minute she crosses her arms, he knows he’s in for it.

“How could you forget to mention a fucking party?” she snaps.

“I don’t know—“ Tyler stammers, “It’s a tradition so it just slipped my mind.”

“You told me all kinds of your family’s traditions!” she gasps, “You even told me the order that everyone opens their stockings, for Christ’s sake!”

“I know- I’m sorry,” he says, meaning it.

She pinches the bridge of her nose and inhales sharply.

“So what’s the damage?  Like ten-fifteen relatives? Give or take?”

“More like forty-forty five,” Tyler says through gritted teeth.  He really does feel bad.  This was the kind of shit you should warn anyone about, but especially your fake-girlfriend.

Her jaw drops.  “Forty five people?”

He nods.

“Christ, how big is your fucking family?”

“Big,” he remarks.

She rolls her eyes before sighing, “Okay, well give me the scoop then.”

Tyler goes on to explain further dynamics of his extended family.  He tells her about his uncles and aunts, cousins, grandparents.  He explains that Josh and his family might pop in, and tells her a bit about each of them.

“Will it be suspicious that your best friend’s family have never heard of me?” she asks.

“I told Josh to bring you up in conversation beforehand, so hopefully they’ll buy it.”

She nods, looking impressed, “That was actually good thinking.  Maybe you are kinda good at this.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “Next step will be finding a real girlfriend.  Then I won’t have to fake all of this.  God, I can’t wait for things to get back to normal,” he says, plopping down on his bed.  He buries his face in his hands.  “This is all so stressful… this pretending stuff.  I can’t wait until we’re in Chicago again, then we can go back to hating each other like usual.”

Y/N’s face falls then, her grin fading into a neutral look.  She suddenly tucks her hair behind her ears and coughs.  

“Right, well, I think I’m going to get changed up now.”

She scoots past Tyler and over to her suitcase, where she gathers a handful of clothes in her arms.  She doesn’t even look at him before running off to the bathroom, leaving Tyler alone.  

The rest of the day was spent preparing as much food as they could for the party. They made a fun time out of it, listening to Christmas music and drinking their way through several bottles of apple cider.  

Tyler was sure he was imagining it, but Y/N seemed especially avoidant of him since they talked in the bedroom.  She didn’t make it obvious.  At least no one else seemed to pick up on her distance.  But Tyler could feel it in the way she avoided eye contact with him and tried especially hard to acquaint herself with everyone besides him in his family.  

When the time finally came for guests to start arriving, Tyler scooted upstairs to change into his nicer clothes.  When he approached his bedroom, he noticed the door only cracked slightly open.  He didn’t notice Y/N take off to change, but assumed that’s what she was doing.  Tyler gently knocked on the door.

“You can come in,” she calls.

Tyler grips the handle and pushes the door open, he almost gasps out loud at the sight before him.  

Y/N is standing in front of his mirror, trying to hook on a necklace.  She’s got her tongue poking out of her mouth in concentration, the light pink contrasting with the lipstick she’s wearing.  She tries with the necklace again, but she keeps letting the metal latch before it’s fastened.  Her dress is a deep red color and she’s done her hair up in these marvelous curls that Tyler’s never seen her with before.  He just stands there with his hand still on the door handle, staring, not able to close his gaping jaw.

“You look—“ he stammers, unable to find words.

“Can you help me?” she says in spite of his unfinished sentence.

He nods and walks over, taking the necklace from her.  She collects her thick hair to the side so that Tyler can clip the hook on the back.  He does it with ease, and once he let’s go, she’s able to move her hair back in place.

“You look incredible,” he finishes after gathering up enough courage.  

She smiles at him from the mirror, “Thanks.” Her response is short and he still senses a stand-offish tone to her voice.  

He clears his throat, deciding that now was a good time to address her attitude towards him.  

“Hey,” he starts, “I don’t know if I said something to upset you or did something… but whatever it is, I’m sorry.”

She smiles, her dimples becoming visible, “Don’t be sorry.  We hate each other, remember?”

Her tone is thick with sarcasm and Tyler squeezes his eyes shut, remembering his words from earlier in the day.  But why would that upset her so much?  It was true that they hated each other, wasn’t it?  She was always so short with him… she threw up on his shoes for Christ’s sake! Then he remembered the butterflies in his stomach when she kissed his cheek and the feeling of his skin growing hot whenever she would touch him.  He gave her another gaze, from head to toe and listened to the beat of his chest. Tyler blinks twice when he realizes that no, it probably wasn’t true anymore.

“I’m sorry about that—“ he stammers.  “I didn’t mean it.”

“It’s fine,” she says as she pulls on her heels.  She adjusts one of her earrings before getting up and leaving the room without another word.  Tyler knows things are far from fine.

The first guest arrived just after six thirty.  It was his aunt and uncle from Toledo.  Once they rolled in, the rest seemed to come in flocks, until the house was full of bodies and chatter.  Y/N stuck close to Tyler, despite her clear annoyance with his presence.  It wouldn’t be authentic if she didn’t.  He introduced her to relatives like a normal couple would, but she didn’t really talk to him unless there were people around to impress.

Tyler couldn’t stop thinking about his sudden realization.  When did their feud turn into Tyler being speechless by her appearance?  Or being so fond when she talked?  He found himself on autopilot, giving the same speech to his family members in the same, monotonous tone.  His exterior was dull, but inside, he was screaming.  Because every time she would touch his shoulder, or grab his hand, Tyler felt like exploding into a million pieces.  He was in so deep and he didn’t even realize it.  

He actually sighed a breathe of relief when Josh showed up with Jordan.  He had never been happier to see his best friend.  

“Hey,” Josh smiles, walking right over to him, “The girls couldn’t make it- but they say ‘hello’.”

Tyler turned to introduce Y/N to Jordan, but he soon realizes that she’s not by his side any longer.  He looks around the house, gazing over the tops of people to try and get a sense of where she went.  He even stands on his tip-toes before spotting her red dress just before it turns around the corner of the spare dining room.  There was no party in there, so Tyler can’t help but feel suspicious of where she’s heading.

“I’ll be right back guys, okay?” Tyler says, patting Josh on the back before scooting after her.  He rushed through bodies, muttering apologizes to those he bumps a little too hard, before finally breaking free.

When he turns the corner, he hears Y/N’s hushed voice talking on the phone.

“No mom, you don’t want to do that… you’re just upset.  I know you don’t mean it, it’s okay… Nope, I’m away for a few days, remember?  Remember we talked about this last week when I visited?   No, it’s me mom.  It’s still me,” she sighs heavily, her voice breaking, “Just hang in there okay?  Maybe you could go sit in the rec room with everyone else… No, no, no— no one’s trying to kill you, mom.  You’re safe there… Well, I can’t come home right now.  But I’ll be home in a few days, and I promise I’ll come by to visit.  Okay?  Alright, I love you— bye.”

She hangs up the phone but stays staring at the wall for a moment.  Tyler feels like he should make his presence known, but isn’t sure how without jumping her.  He hears her take a deep breath in before sniffling loudly and he decided to clear his throat along with knocking on the wooden door frame.  

She turns around sharply, still clutching her phone to her chest.

“Oh—“ she says, “I didn’t know you were right there.”

“Sorry, I didn’t want to sneak up on you.”

“How much of that did you hear?” she whispers.

He smiles empathetically, “All of it… I think.  I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I saw you rushed off and I wanted to check and make sure you were okay.”

Tyler expects backlash.  Something about being disrespectful and having no boundaries.  Instead she let’s her head fall and she chuckles softly.

“That was my mom,” she explains.  “She’s in a hospital.”

He nods, taking a hesitant step forward.

“She uh- isn’t well.”

“I had no idea—“ he says.

That’s when he sees the tears glistening on her cheeks and sees her face break.  She wipes them away hastily but he can hear her choking on a silent cry.

“I’m sorry-“ she says, her voice thick.  “This is embarrassing.”

“No, no—“ Tyler says, walking forward and putting his arm around her.  She leans into him, still set on wiping away her tears.

“My mom was deemed clinically insane during my senior year of high school.  But she’s been hearing voices and threatening to hurt other people for years.  My dad just had her institutionalized.  He didn’t want to deal with her anymore.  He left.  Took my younger sisters with him.  But I stayed,” she looks up at Tyler, who’s still listening intently, “I couldn’t leave,” she explains.

He nods.

“She calls sometimes.  The nurses say I’m the only one who can calm her down when she gets like that. Sorry I made you leave the party.”

“I don’t know about you.. but I was getting real sick of that party anyway.  I have a better idea.”

He steps back and offers her his hand.  She looks at him, skepticism wild in her eyes, but she takes it anyway.  Tyler leads her to the back staircase of his house.

“Wait here,” he instructs.

She nods and Tyler runs off.

He doesn’t return until he’s successfully confiscated two full wine bottles from the kitchen.

Her eyes open wide and a huge grin spreads across her face when she sees.  

“I like where your mind’s at,” she laughs, taking one bottle before following Tyler up the stairs.  There’s a window in the upstairs living room that opened right out onto the roof.  Tyler used to climb out there to escape the madness sometimes as a kid.  He never brought anyone else out with him.  Not Zach.  Not Madison.  Not Jay.  Not even Josh.  No one.  He steps out onto the shingles before turning to help Y/N.  He takes the bottle from her hand so that she can steady herself.  She looks at him once she’s grounded and shakes her head.

“You’re absolutely mental.”

He laughs, nodding his head.  “I never said I wasn’t.”

The air is cold, but Tyler considers it lucky that there’s no snow on the roof yet.  The two of them sit, drinking wine straight from the bottle and just talk.

“This is where I found out I loved stars so much,” he says after taking another swig.  His bottle was marginally lighter than when they first got outside.  He noticed that the more he drank, the less cold he felt.  

She looks up at the sky, frowning at the overcast.

“No stars out here,” she pouts.  “At least we’ll see them tonight in your room.”

Tyler laughs, feeling the buzz of the alcohol take over.  

“Hey, listen,” he says, bracing himself for another apology, “I really want to apologize for what I said.  I don’t hate you,” he turns and looks her right in the eyes, marveling at the way they sparkled, “Not even close.”

She smiles, not breaking eye contact, before asking softly, “Tyler, what are we doing out here?”

“When we’re with family, making introductions or small talk, or whatever it is,  I can’t tell if it’s real  I didn’t want to share you with them anymore.”

She smiled from ear to ear, looking so adorable and  uncomfortable all at once.  So, Tyler did the only thing he could think of to ease his own embarrassment. He leaned forward and kissed her. Just a peck that somehow still caused Y/N to make an alarmed noise in the back of her throat and blink at Tyler when he pulled back. Tyler looked up at her from beneath his eyelashes, not necessarily feeling as coy as he was pretending to be, but it did the trick. Her mouth was back on his in a second- hot and wet and just a little bit rough.  Of course her kisses would be as all-consuming as the rest of her.

She lifted herself up and straddled Tyler’s lap for easier access to his mouth.  She tasted just as fresh and lovely as she always smelled, which was surrounding Tyler in the absolute best way. She made a slightly wounded noise as their tongues tangled together and Tyler couldn’t help but agree. He felt like the air had been knocked out of him, his heart thudding against his chest almost painfully.  

A voice in the back of Tyler’s head told him he needed to stop this before it get too far, but that voice could, quite frankly, go fuck itself. Eventually, it was Y/N pulling back for air.

“That… was unexpected,” She said once she caught her breath, her hands latched onto Tyler’s hips as if she was using him to ground herself.

“Was it really?” Tyler laughed, using his hands to brace himself on the shingles.  “I know I’ve been tip toeing around you this whole trip.”

“I guess you’re right,” she said, shifting above Tyler, “This whole thing has been unexpected though, to be honest.”

Tyler pulled back a bit. “I know. I’m sure this isn’t how you wanted to spend your holiday.”

“It’s not that,” she assured him, eyes tracking the movement of Tyler’s tongue as he licked at his lips.

“Your family is great,” she continued. “And I’m glad I’m not spending the holiday alone. I just-” She shook her head slightly, “You hated me.”

“I didn’t hated you,” Tyler tried to deny, but she just looked at him and raised one eyebrow. “Alright, so I kind of hated you.”

“I don’t blame you,” she admitted, tightening her grip on Tyler’s hips. “I was an ass the first time we met.  I didn’t expect to run into a handsome, put together guy when I stole your parking space.  You caught me off guard and I’d just come from visiting my mom, which is always tough. In some twisted way, I was trying to impress you, show you how tough and put together I was too. Which isn’t a good excuse, but it’s the only one I have.”

The fact that she had just been coming off of a bad day actually made a lot of sense.

“It’s okay,” Tyler said, running a gentle hand down her wrist. “You’ve proven to me this week that you aren’t that bad after all. In fact…” He leaned in like he was about to reveal a big secret. “I think I’m kind of starting to like you.”

As far as confessions of feelings went, it wasn’t the most romantic, but she seemed to think otherwise.

“Yeah?” She smiled and tilted her head like an adorably puppy.

“Yeah,” he repeated, leaning in to kiss her again.

It was a short, sweet kiss this time, but it still made Tyler mourn the past six months when he could have been kissing Y/N and wasn’t.

“I like you, too,” she said when they pulled apart. “I’ve had a crush on you since pretty much that first day I met you.”

“Wow,” Tyler said, speechless.  “All it took was two bottles of wine to get that one out in the open.”

She smiled incredibly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, or from being slightly tipsy, either way, it was adorable.  She leaned her head against Tyler’s chest and nuzzled into the crook of his arm, shaking her head.

“So what’s this all mean?” she asks into the fabric of his shirt.

He sighs, because honestly, he didn’t know.  

“How about—“ he says, thinking out loud, “When all of this is over, I take you out on a real date when we get home?”  

She pulls her face back from his chest and nods, “I’d like that.”

Tyler notices Y/N shaking after sitting outside for too long, and helps her to her feet.  When he collects the bottle of wine, he’s impressed to see that she drank nearly all of it.  He can tell, too, by the way she staggers to the window, almost falling nearly twice before they’re both safe and back inside.  

“Come on,” he says, “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Shouldn’t we socialize at the party a bit more?” she asks.  

He nods, “Probably.”

“People are going to wonder where we’ve been.”

He nods again, “Definitely.”

She smiles and wipes his lips with her fingers. “The lipstick on your lips doesn’t leave much to the imagination,” she snickers.

daddys girl pt.3

Part 3, let me know what you think and if you want next chapter.

Thank you to @wrestlewriting

Tama Tonga Story. 

What I was supposed to say? I loved him but I didn’t want to be like every other idiot girl that fell for same bullshit of ‘I’m sorry please take me back and give me another chance’. He kept looking at me clearly waiting for my answer. From the beginning of our relationship I told him he could fuck up once and if there ever was a second time I would be gone for good.The same went for me; I could fuck up one time too. But before I reminded him about this I needed to know one thing.

“Did you ever cheat on me, and by cheating I mean having sex with any other woman than me?” I asked as calmly as I could.

“No never I swear on everything I love,” he answered quicker than I expected. “I swear on my father’s wrestling career.” He never played around about his father.I mean, his father was a wrestling legend so that made me believe him even more.

“I’m going to give you another chance Tama, I mean I owe you that.” He looked at me confused “That was your one and only ‘I fucked up’ pass that I told you at the very beginning of this.” I pointed between me and him. He smiled at me and grabbed my face with his hands clearly wanting to kiss me but I pulled away.

“You need to earn me back before we are going to do any of this,” I said running my hands from his neck to his waist teasing him, before looking in to his eyes full of lust and passion. “Like I said you need to earn me back.” I moved back. He rolled his eyes clearly getting frustrated.

“I cleaned the whole apartment as you can see, be grateful,” I said and laughed softly.

“Thank you.” I knew that the ‘thank you’ wasn’t only for the cleaning but also for me staying.

“I’m still going to live with Isis. You not only fucked up with me but her also,” I said walking back to the living room and sitting down on the couch, Tama following me. “You should be thankful I haven’t mentioned any of this to James, because he would be here right now beating your ass.”

“Yes (Y/N) I know how your brother acts. I’m still surprised he survived that bar brawl me and him got into last time he was here,” he said smirking. I was happy when they finally got along. I wanted nothing more than my older brother to fully accept the man I was with.

“You never told me why you got into it anyway.”

“And I’m not going to tell you now either,” he said and I rolled my eyes.

“But, if you ever again put my brother in situation in which he would go to jail for, I will cut your dick off,” I told him looking straight into his eyes.

“I know baby.” He reached for my hand and for the first time in a week I didn’t pull away, and instead moved to him, cuddling up to his side. I missed his touch, the smell of his cologne, and just everything about him. “You were lying about you and Jay Briscoe, right?” he asked me and I could feel his body tense.

“You should know by now, I don’t do married man,” I said closing my eyes, loving every second of being held by this man. We laid like that for hours. Tama fell asleep and I just kept watching TV still lying in his arms. My eyes started to feel heavier and heavier but as much as I wanted to stay I couldn’t. I got up, unwrapping Tama’s arms from around me, and went to get my purse and my phone.  As I started to put on my shoes he started waking up.

“Where you going?” he asked in his sexy sleepy voice, standing up from the couch.

“I’m going to Isis’,” I said to him and put my jacket on.

“You were serious about us not living together?” he got closer to me folding his arms.


“And I really have to earn you back?”

“Yup,” I said one more reaching for the door knob.

“No goodbye, no nothing.” He took my hand from door knob and kissed it.

I kissed his cheek. “Bye Tama.”

“Bye (Y/N), I love you.”

“I know,” I said going towards elevator.

I entered Isis’ place. It was dark meaning she wasn’t home and probably at work. She never had stable work. Right now she was a club promoter which was perfect job for her. She was a noisy, loud and obnoxious person, but that’s why she’s my best friend. I needed somebody more annoying than me to make people like me and hate her. But we could balance it. We never had too many friends. We preferred small circles of true and loyal friends over hundreds of fake ones. It’s always been me, Isis, James and James’ best friend Malik. We stuck together for years but when I decided to leave the US and go to Japan, Isis wanted to come with me and she did.

At the beginning we lived together in a small apartment and slept in one bed. When I started making money I bought this place for me and her. When I got in a relationship with Tama, I moved to his place and left her here by herself. At first I thought she was not going to make it, but I was shocked when she found a good paying job and took care of this place.

I made my way to my room and changed into my pajamas and turned the light off. And went to sleep.

The first thing that woke me up was a text message from Tama telling me he wanted to take me out for dinner tomorrow. I sent him a simple ok and asked him about the time. He replied almost instantly. I read it and locked my phone, putting it away. I think he sent some more messages but I was too sleepy to bother.

The second thing that really woke me up was Isis stumbling through hallway giggling with somebody. I sat up on my bed and yelled, “If you’re going to have sex just please let me know so I won’t have to hear it Isis!”

The only thing between mine and her rooms was a thin wall and I was damn sure I didn’t want to have nightmares for the next 2 months. I heard her laughing and saying something to whoever was with her.  

My door slightly opened. “Yes, I’m about to have sex so find a place to be for next 2 hours,” Isis drunkenly mumbled and then she was gone.

I got out of bed, grabbing a pillow, blanket, phone and earphones with me before going to living room and lying on the couch. I put some quiet music on to make sure I didn’t hear a single thing and after some time fell asleep.

I woke up around 10 a.m., took a shower, made both the couch and bed, and then went to the kitchen to cook something to eat. After I was done, I made myself a plate and sat down on the couch turning the TV to watch the morning news. Some time passed where I finished my breakfast and kept on watching TV. I heard the door open behind me. I turned back to see a girl walking out of Isis’ room and making her walk of shame.

“Hi,” I said to her.


“You need something?” I asked

“No, I’m leaving,” she said opening the door.

“Cool, bye.”

Well I wasn’t expecting that. I returned to watching TV. I heard some more noises from Isis’ room. I got up and went to her room. I opened the door and leaned against the door frame.

“Are you playing for another team now?” I asked laughing at Isis.

“Shut up,” she said covering her face with the covers.

“I don’t judge, good for you. I just want to let you know I’m going out later.”

“Mhmm,” she moaned.

“Stop moaning, I think you did enough of that last night.” Isis threw a pillow at me and I ducked. “Good night,” I said closing the door laughing.

Tama was supposed be here any minute, I was…nervous. What the fuck?! It’s not our first date, damn girl calm down, I thought to myself. I had on a two-piece black outfit; a simple clingy skirt and tight-fitting crop top, matched with black high heel sandals and gold jewelry. My hair was straight back, my eyelashes as long as I could make them, and my lips in burgundy color. I was fixing my hair when I heard the doorbell. I didn’t even make it out of my room and the shouting began.

“WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING HERE!?” Isis screamed at Tama.

Really? They arguing again.

“I’M HERE….” Tama started as I stepped between them and looked at Isis.

“I told you yesterday, stay out of this.”

“Whatever,” she said and turned on her heel to make her way to her room where she slammed the door behind herself.

“Well I didn’t think that would be the way I was gonna say welcome to you tonight,” Tama said to me as I had my back still turned to him.

“I’m sorry about her. I haven’t told her about our conversation from yesterday,” I said turning to him.

“It’s ok,” he replied and looked at me from head to toe. “You look fucking hot.”

“Thank you, you look good too.” He had on black pants and a black bottom up with a jacket, his hair in man bun. I thought he hadn’t heard me as he was still looking at me and all my curves. “Earth to Tama,” I said snapping my fingers in front of his face.

“What?” he asked clearly feeling a little bit embarrassed.

“Can we go already?” I said smiling at him.

“Yeah.” He grabbed my hand and we made our way to his car.

05. collateral damage

Genre: Smut/Slight angst.

Content: Kim Seokjin. It wasn’t until you started working for bangtan that you realized jealousy will stop at nothing to get what it wants.

Request: Jin smut about anything.

Word Count: 3,230

You hated Kim Seokjin.

He was fake, pretentious, and crude. To this day, it still ate away at your dignity how you never saw through his intricately fabricated facade when you first met him. Back then, you were a budding, foolish teenager pouring out your gratuities and feelings for a mere concept, a love rooted in the figment of your imagination at a fan signing. It was as if it was yesterday when he held your hand and smiled back with his gleaming, conscientious gaze; however, you had seen enough since then to know that his eyes were only glossy from drinking too much the night before, and that his sharp sense of attentiveness was only for spotting out pretty girls wearing low-cut tops. You almost hated yourself more than him for falling for his petty act in the first place. Almost. In your mind, nothing could possibly top the sickly sweet tone he used to talk to fans, the polite and mature character he would transform into whenever there was a camera nearby, and the fact that he had his own mini cooking series when the only dishes he could actually do were the ones left in the sink after each meal. 

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Mistakes Pt.6 (Final)

Okay guys, last part:) Thank you so much for reading it and being so supportive. It was a lot of fun to write.
Feel free to re-blog because this one’s got all the parts on it.

//Read Mistakes//
(Dean x reader)
  - Imagine finding out that Dean had a one night stand on his last hunt -

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