in the whole wide room

The Date


I let out a long sigh after checking my phone for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past five minutes. It wasn’t anything fancy really. Just a beat up flip phone that had been in my family for what I assumed was generations. Playing with it did help with my nervous energy but now I was exhausted. Was he really not going to show up? I checked through my texts again, hoping to see one from him, but alas, there was nothing.

The restaurant that we had chosen was nice enough, not too overdone. It had a modernish rustic kind of feel to it. But most importantly it didn’t require me to wear a dress and that’s really what counted. I’d dressed up in a white crop top with black and white striped flowing pants paired with my favourite choker and sunglasses. The outfit was perfect for a hot summer day, but now as evening quickly approached, a chill began to set in the air.

Fiddling with the neatly folded napkins was a nice way to ignore the pitying glances of those around me. I flipped my phone open again. 6:01. I gritted my teeth. As much as I tried to fight it, I was getting annoyed. Like spit at your feet and flip you off kind of annoyed. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the same kindly waitress who has asked my order twice in the past hour already. This time I was debating on just getting a takeout and taking a cab home.

“Would you like to order now, miss?” A knowing glint was in her eyes. I smiled thinly at her, hands in a death grip around the water glass as I brought it to my lips. “You know what, thank you for asking Theresa, but I think I’ll just leave.” That’s right. I’d been here so long I even knew her name without needing to glance at the silver tag clipped at her chest. “Why don’t you get something to take home first, dear?” she suggested. “It’s on the house.”

This time my smile was genuine. “Thank you,” I said. I knew what I wanted without even looking at the menu. I’d spent my first hour waiting here memorizing it. If they needed a new waitress I was sure I would get the job without even blinking. “I’ll have the chicken fettuccine alfredo, please.” Theresa scribbled it on her notepad then looks up to smile at me. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, you just wait right here.”

“It’s not like I have anything better to do,” I mutter as she walks away. I sighed again, this time at the irony of that statement. Thankfully the wait for my food wasn’t long. Theresa handed me the bag. I thanked her again and rose from my seat hoping to scurry out the door without anyone staring at the miserable girl who’s date didn’t come. It wasn’t working. I could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes on me. My cheeks heated in anger and embarrassment. Perhaps I would use my time while eating to plot how I would make him pay for this. Ignore his texts all week maybe. Or I could post an embarrassing photo of him and tag all our friends. Hmm, so many options.

I was so caught up in my revenge plot that I didn’t even notice the boy who has sunk into the set across from me in the booth giving me an apologetic smile. He shook out his leather jacket and placed it beside him. “Sorry I’m so late, babe, traffic is crazy right now,” he says loudly enough for the whole room to hear. My eyes must be as wide as saucers as I gape at him. “I’m Cal, by the way. Just go with it, yeah? Whoever didn’t bother to show up is a complete dick,” he quietly adds. I force myself to relax for the eyes still watching us. I guess I had to go along with whatever the hell this was. My hand tightened on my bags, prepared to bolt if this stranger was really just a jerk who thought picking on me would be funny. Relax, breathe. “Of course, I understand. But you’re here now and that’s all that counts,” I say smoothly, fighting to keep my voice from shaking. What the hell kind of situation was this? I cursed in my head. Trouble seemed to trail me wherever I went. My response silences the whispers and giggles. The words sounded warm and charming though I felt anything but.

Say something else Mare, the poor fool is just sitting there looking at you. Oh right. “I’m Mare. Mare Barrow,” I introduce myself to this odd stranger. Well odd was one word for him. Another was jaw-dropping. Stunning. Hot. It was unfair how attractive he was with that glossy black hair in a messy bed head kind of style that suited him paired with warm amber eyes that looked like flickering flames when they hit a certain light. He had a nice stubble along his cheeks and chin and was dressed in a casual green sweater and blue jeans with his brown leather jacket. His lips curled into an amused smile when he noticed me checking him out and I blushed furiously. Something about him was oddly familiar and I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Don’t be embarrassed about it. If we’re being honest, I was checking you out too,” he says nonchalantly. Under the table I pinched myself just to make sure that I was awake and that this wasn’t some crazy dream. But it wasn’t. This was a crazy reality which was even worse. What’s so bad about being on an unplanned date with a hot guy? a traitorous voice inside my head whispered. Well, I couldn’t argue with that logic. Cal settles into his seat looking strangely relaxed. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he put his feet up on the table. He casually sips on some water while I gawk at him. “Well,” he sighs, “I suppose you have some questions.” “Umm, yeah?” I say in an its so obvious tone.

“What’s your full name?” He purses his lips at that one. I can’t hep but feel slightly suspicious at his reaction. “Okay, you caught me. My real name isn’t Cal, it’s–” he hesitates, silent laughter dancing in eyes. “It’s technically Tiberias Calore the Seventh, but that’s kinda long so people just call me Cal.” He seems nervous while speaking and it take everything I have to not burst out laughing. I didn’t know why his nervousness was so endearing to me. “What about you Miss Barrow? Is that your real full name?” he asks me. Cal rests his chin on his hand while observing me.

“It’s Mare Molly Barrow, but I mostly ignore the middle part,” I confess, shrugging.  "Second question, what are you doing here and why are you helping me?“ He grins at me, waggling a finger. "Nuh uh, that’s two questions.” I roll my eyes. “Well I as going to ask you sooner or later, and may I remind you that you’re the one who jumped in on my non-existent date, so I get to ask the questions here how I like.” Cal doesn’t seem fazed by my response at all, in fact, based on his expression that he approved it. Like he was expecting me to bite back.

“I expect no less from you,” he says, that same infuriating yet adorable mischievous smile plastered on his lips. Goddammit Mare, stop staring at his lips. Once I register his words I feel my face scrunch up in confusion. “Expect?” I repeat, dumbfounded. “Do I know you?” He chuckles at my confused expression. I narrow my eyes at him, hoping to place his face. I knew I recognized him, but from where? He lets me puzzle it out, watching and sipping on his water all the while. A one-night stand perhaps? Nope, I didn’t do those. A friend of a friend maybe who I didn’t remember? “I’ve got nothing,” I finally sigh. 

“We used to go to the same high school,” he shakes his head in mock hurt. “I can’t believe this. You don’t remember me.” He has to be lying. There was no way that I could forget someone that attractive. “When did you graduate?” I ask him, watching carefully for any sign of a lie. “Last year. I was captain of the senior football team,” Cal says, this faraway look in his eyes, like he was reliving it in his mind’s eye. Perhaps he was. A faint flash of a memory flitted across my mind. I was up in the bleachers with Kilorn watching as a game took place below. It was my first time going to such an event, and all I remember was wanting to go home. I didn’t even notice when the captain scored thee winning goal, but I pretended to cheer along with everyone else. I was sophomore when he graduated which is likely the reason I didn’t remember him much, other than that. "How did you recognize me?“ I ask him, suddenly aware of the thought. Was he a stalker or something? Or just really good at remembering people?

He notes my tense posture and his face softens. "You don’t need to be afraid of me, I’m not going to hurt you.” I don’t relax. His jaw clenches and he gives me a strained smile. “How could I forget the girl who spray painted the principals car?”

 My shoulder stiffen in surprise at his words. Ever so slowly my lips part into a smile and I laugh. Cal watches me, smiling as well. It was genuine, soft crooked smile that tugged at my heart. “Oh my god I can’t believe you remember that,” I groan, hiding my face between my hands to conceal the red blush flaring on my cheeks. Slowly, softly, he takes my hands in his and I stare at him. He blushes as well at my struck expression. “Sorry, I just…I think your blush is…” He fumbles with the words, tripping over them. “You look really beautiful and I–” He stops when he sees my wide eyes. “Ugh that came out wrong, sorry–” he says, looking very much like he would love nothing more than to crawl into a hole and stay there. “You don’t need to apologize,” I tell him softly. He smiles hesitantly. “And thank you.”

“I’d always wondered why you did it,” he muses. “That’s what puzzled me about you.” I stare at him in wonder. I had no idea that he’d even knew my name, much less thought about me often. “I’ll tell you if you answer my questions and stop avoiding them,” I say. “Alright,” he agrees. “I came to visit my friend on his first day of work here. I hoped to see him, but I haven’t, which probably means that he’s doing a terrible job at this and I need to yell at him.” “But,” he adds, “I’m sure his boss has that covered.”

“Secondly, I came over here because you looked sad and slightly pissed. Well actually, more pissed than upset,” he laughs. That fades as he turns serious. “But I heard people whispering and…” He looks down, fiddling with something. I had a feeling he was trying to avoid my gaze. “The things they were saying were terrible, so I thought maybe I could help out this girl that they were talking about.” I wasn’t sure I was breathing normally anymore. It caught in my chest and squeezed painfully. I knew people’s opinion shouldn’t matter to me, and it didn’t, but I couldn’t stand the whispers. It reminded me too much of sophomore year when hushed words would follow me wherever I turned. They thought I couldn’t hear them, but they were wrong. Look, it’s the troubled girl who spray painted the principals car, one person would whisper, and another would accompany it. I heard she did it on purpose. Why would someone do that on purpose? Someone would snort. Because they’re stupid and lack a brain, another responded.

“Then I saw you, and I recognized you. You were sitting there and I thought that whoever didn’t show up was a total ass,” he scoffs. “That ass is my ex, by the way,” I say, tilting my head at him. He flushes. “Sorry for the language.” His brow furrows slightly. “You were meeting your ex?” he asks, confused as to why someone would even do such a thing. “No, but he is now,” I clarify, shrugging. He laughs and that same heart-wrenching grin returned.

“So, I’ve answered your questions. Now it’s your turn to answer mine.”

I nod. Fair enough.

“I did it because for some idiotic reason I wanted to get suspended. Teenage rebellion, I guess,” I joke halfheartedly. The truth was I did know why I did it. That was around the time Tramy had been leaving to follow in Bree’s footsteps and join the military. I had been so angry at everything and everyone. My parents tried to console me at first, but then they would get exasperated, my mother most of all. And that hurt. Everything had come crashing back, my bitterness of being the shadow to my sister, the pretty, sweet talented sister that I could never live up to, the anger of never being seen by my parents as nothing more than nuisance though I knew deep down that it wasn’t true. They loved me in their own way. Only Shade could put up with me, and he was my first friend as well as my older brother.

I’d poured all of that emotion into that stupid action, hoping to get back at my parents somehow, show them that they were right. I was the only the bitter shadow they thought me to be. I struggle to keep the tears in as I explain this all to Cal who patiently listens to me without interrupting. When I finish, he stands up and my heart sinks. He was going to leave, my story had scared him off.

Instead of running off as I expect him to, Cal slowly reaches out to touch my shoulder, his eyes holding a silent question. I nod once and he comes to sit beside me. Cal wraps his arms around me, and I lean on his shoulder, pressing my face into his broad arm. He brushes my hair back from my face and I bite my lip. We stay like that for a while in comfortable silence. I even spot Theresa giving me a wink from across the room, and I try to stifle my laugh.

“I should go now,” I say quietly at last, shattering the silence that had wrapped us both. “What time is it?” He takes out his phone from his pocket and I note that it’s the newest model. Thank goodness I’d asked him first so he wouldn’t see my flip phone that dated back to prehistoric times. “It’s 8:51, he informs me.” I jolt and jump of my seat. Cal’s face contorts in worry. “What is it?” “I was supposed to be home by seven, or at least call my parents,” I explain breathlessly, quickly gathering my things. Don’t panic, don’t panic, I chide myself. I scrambled through my purse for my bus pass, letting out a cry of frustration when I come up empty handed.

“Hey, calm down,” Cal urged. “I’ll give you a ride back, no big deal.” That stills me. “You…you’d drive me home?” He smiles softly. “Of course.” The words sooth me, but only slightly. I didn’t want him to see where I lived. Our sorry excuse of an apartment flashed through my mind. I would have to get him to drop me a couple of blocks ahead then walk the rest of the way. “Thanks, again.” He shrugs. “No problem.”

We head out together. I shiver when a cold gust of wind sweeps across me, and I wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to keep my teeth from chattering. Cal shrugs of his jacket and hands it to me. I stare at it then him. “Aren’t you cold?” I inquire. He shakes his head. “I don’t get cold often strangely enough.” I accept the jacket and put it on.Thankfully it was lined to keep out the cold but thee fit was much too big. I looked like child playing dress up. Cal’s eyes widen when he looks down at me and I suddenly feel self-conscious. “What, what is it?”

He looked slightly dazed. “Nothing’s wrong.” I struggle to cross my arms due to the bulky jacket. “Tell me the truth.” Cal sighs. “You don’t let anything go, do you?” “Nope,” I said, popping the p. "Alright, I was thinking that the jacket looks better on you than it does on me,“ he confesses. Stunned, I don’t say a word. I can only follow him to his car hoping that the darkness would conceal my blush. It was unfair really how flustered he often made me.

My jaw almost drops at the sight of his car. It was gorgeous. Like I’d date it kind of gorgeous. It was a shiny red Volvo trimmed and plated with chrome, shined to perfection. I would bet that it looked even better in daylight. Cal glances at me, enjoying my look of awe. "What are you thinking right now?” he asks. Fine. It was a fair question after all. “I’m thinking that like to date your car,” I tell him. He huffs, amused. “Sorry, but she’s mine.”

 "Who said it was a she?“ I counter playfully. "I fixed her myself. I think I would know,” he responds with a wide smile. “Ugh, gross!” I exclaim, smacking him in the chest. I can feel his laugh reverberate in his chest, and I pull my hand away after I realize that it’s been there too long. He catches it deftly and links his fingers with mine. I inhale sharply. He doesn’t pull away once we settle into our seats and neither do I. He asks for my address and I instruct him where to go seeing as he wasn’t familiar with the area. We pass through the tall buildings which slowly level out to townhouses. I knew that they formed the border that separated my side of town from the nice part of the city

“Turn here,” I point. He obliges and we pass through the neat row of houses. 227, one of them reads. “This is it,” I say, hoping he won’t notice the lie. The house was close enough to the edge that it wouldn’t be a long walk on this chilly night. I begin to shrug off the jacket when Cal stops me. “Keep it. As I said, it looks much better on you anyway.” I stare at him in disbelief, the jacket still hanging loosely around my elbows. He fixes it so that it rests on my shoulders and fastens a few of the buttons. I sit there and study him as he works.

“It was nice talking with you,” I say, slightly breathless at his proximity. He looks up and stills as well, suddenly realizing the same thing. The moment felt suspended as if hanging by thread that could fray and snap at any time. I couldn’t think of anything except how beautiful his eyes were. They reminded me of warmth, of autumn. I wasn’t entirely sure he was breathing anymore as he touched my cheek lightly. With his other hand, he raises my own to his lips and presses a kiss to the back. “It was nice talking to you too,” he whispers.

As I start to pull away, he keeps a gentle grip on my hand and I turn back around. “Yes?” I ask him, just as unwilling to let go. “I–” he stutters. “I have one more question for you that I forgot to ask earlier.”

“What is it?”

“I was wondering,” he says softly,  "if you would like to go on a real, actually planned date with me.“

I knew I didn’t even need to think about it. I was sure of my answer.

I smile at him, broad and without restraint. "Yes, I would love to go on a planned date with you.”

He lets out a relieved laugh. “Good.” Cal looks at me almost shyly. “I’ve never been on an actual date.” I pat his hand reassuringly. “You’ll do great, I’m sure of it.” “I hope so,” he replies.

“Just show up in that car and you’re set.”

He laughs again. “Noted.”

We exchange our numbers and I’m careful to keep my phone hidden but he spots it anyway. "Don’t be embarrassed. If it’s any consolation, I think it’s pretty cool. They don’t even make them like that anymore.” I roll my eyes fondly. “Of course. Only a dork like you would notice that.”

“I confess, I am a bit of a nerd,” he smiles teasingly and my heart flutters.

“Goodbye, Mare.“

"Goodbye, Cal.”

As I walk the rest of the way home I can’t stop the infectious grin that worms its way onto my face. My heart felt light like I would float away at any moment. Is this what you were supposed to feel like after a date? I’d never felt that way with my ex. Internally I sigh at the thought of having to break up with him. I’d do it in person. I could do that much.

 When I finally get home, mom and dad sigh in relief when I find them at the kitchen table with Gisa. “Where have you been?” She demands. Sometimes I felt like she was more like a mother than my actual mom was. “Calm down. My date wasn’t showing up and I bumped into an old friend from high school and we lost track of time–”

“What do you mean lost track of time,” my dad growls. I sigh heavily. “Calm down dad it wasn’t like that. We just talked.” “That’s what they all say,” he mutters under his breath

.“We’re glad you’re home, darling. Next time, please give us a warning,” mom says tiredly.“I know, I know. Sorry mom,” I sigh again.“Next time?” Gisa huffs. “There will be no next time young lady. Now go to your room.” I crack a small smile at her adult behavior. “Alright, fine,” I concede. 

“Wait, where’s Shade?” I ask them. Mom and dad glance at each other while Gisa plays with her hair. “He went out to look for you,” she explains. “We– we thought that something had happened and–” I hold up a hand and she stops speaking. “I got it. Seeing as I’m not dead, you should probably call him and tell him that I’m home.”

Mom jumps to her feet. “Of course, how could I forget.” She practically trips over himself to get to our old home phone. I leave them to it and go to my room. Once I shut the door, I climb into my bed, inhaling the smoky scent of the jacket. It smelled just like him, and I lie there with a stupid grin at the thought of seeing him again.

It was only a matter of time.


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Too Strange

Fandom: Marvel (Dr Strange)

Summary: Based on “Imagine being a rival surgeon to Dr. Strange” by @marvel-imagines-marvel-fandoms

Word count: 1,970


“Hi, Doc,” you greeted the tall man in the corridor, moving past him. He cut his conversation off in the middle, running to you in hurry.

“It’s rather unusual seeing you in such a good mood so early in the morning,” Dr Strange caught up with you, ranting quickly, just like he did whenever he needed something.

“How can I not be happy knowing that you’re ending your shift in like… five minutes?”

“Four and a half, actually. And there comes this little, tiny question that I just happen to have for you… Would you like to change shifts with me, for like a… week?” he smiled slyly, opening the door for you.

You stopped in front of him, moving to him so closely that you could feel his hot breath on your cheeks.

“Nope,” you popped that out with a wide, bright smile that could light up the whole room if it wasn’t meant just to disrupt the man’s plans. You continued on your way to the dressing room.

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Jims daughter Pt.1

@goalie28girl ~Can you do a Jerome valeska imagine where the reader is Jim Gordon’s daughter and is really close friends w/ Bruce. Jerome gets jealous and idk fluff… maybe a little smutty?

Oh I like the idea😊 sorry it took so long, I’m breaking it up into parts because it was turning out to be a really long story! Hope you like it!!

“Honey, could you come here for a second?” Jim asked. I grabbed his coffee and came running up to his desk.

“Sorry, sorry I know I’m late.” I set down his coffee and brushed a stray piece of hair out of my face. I had been late to the police station nearly every day this week, I guess I just liked my sleep more than documenting papers.

“I don’t know Jim. I don’t think she’s cut out for the job.” Harvey argued. I shot him a glare, and he just smirked back in my direction and looked back down at Jim. “I mean come on Jim, look at her.”

Jim looked up at me. My brown hair was thrown up into a bun, and my shirt was untucked and wrinkled. “Thanks, Harvey.” I rolled my eyes, tucking my shirt in trying to smooth out the wrinkles.

“Hey, I’m just messing with ya kid.” He turned to walk away, patting me on the shoulder in the process.

“He’s right (y/n), you’ve been late every day this week.” He scolded, handing me a stack of papers. I walked over to my desk, that was right next to Jim’s. I set down the papers and files that he had handed me and they started to spill out all over my desk. I groaned, raking my fingers through my hair.

I picked up the coffee and walked back over to him. “But hey, I brought coffee.” I gave him a little smile setting the coffee down on his desk. He looked up at me, giving me a half-smile back.

“So what’s all that paperwork?” I asked walking back to my desk, picking up a file. I flipped through it until I found a picture, the guy was wearing a bright blue sparkly leotard, with his face painted like a clown. I stifled a laugh as my dad starting talking again.

“A fight broke out at the circus Lee and I attended last night. They told us to find a lady named Lila. Then when we went around searching for Lila we found her dead, chopped up and hidden under a carpet.” He finished glancing up to see my reaction.

“Wow. Sounds like you two had an eventful evening.” I laughed setting the file back down, crossing my arms over my chest. So that explained the clown get up. “So how’d you find the body?”

“Well, when we went to Lila’s trailer we found her son. She was a snake charmer so when we let her snake out it lead us right to her dead body.” He took a sip of the coffee I had given him. “Start filing the circus should be here any second, and we need to interrogate all of them.” He leaned back in his chair taking in a deep breath. I guess he just realized how much work had to be done.

I started to walk back to my desk but stopped when I heard a commotion coming from the entrance of the police station. A heard of circus people all still in their show getups came through the door. I laughed, turning back to my dad to see his widened eyes. “Good luck!”


“Yo, (y/n)!” Harvey yelled, hitting the side of my desk.

I shot up, suddenly jolted out of my sleep. I rubbed my eyes, I was still seated at my desk. “What time is it?” I asked, groggily.

“You still have five hours left.” I let my head fall back onto the desk, groaning in annoyance. “Here,” Harvey began, setting what seemed like a packet of papers on my head. “Jim needs these, ASAP.”

“Where is he?” I murmured, grabbing the papers, flipping through them.

“Interrogation room 2.” He answered then left.

“And why exactly can’t you give them to him?” I yelled across the station.

“Too busy!” He yelled back then pushed open the doors, leaving.

“Yea too busy my ass,” I rolled my eyes, pushing myself out of my desk.

I walked across the main floor, muttering hellos to the people that passed. “Hey, Ed.” I waved across the room, grabbing his attention.

“Oh, hello (y/n). You taking those somewhere?” He questioned, gesturing to the files I was holding.

“Oh these,” I shook the papers. “Yea my dad needs em.” I smiled.

“What is it that no man wants to have, but no man wants to lose?” Ed questioned smiling at me. He always had riddles for me, it was almost like a game we played with each other.

“Hmmm,” I sighed raking my brain for the answer. “A lawsuit.“ 

“Correct!” He responded, clearly impressed. “You never fail to amaze me (y/n). You’re the only one who can answer my riddles.”

“Well, I gotta get going, Ed. Dad needs these files.” I said, lifting the files I held heading toward the interrogation room.


I looked through the glass of the interrogation room. A red headed boy was sitting there, eyes red and puffy looking as if he was about to cry. Lee was standing in the corner, while my dad was sitting at the table, across from the red headed boy and an old man.

I pushed open the doors and walked in, earning the attention of everyone in the room. “Hey, I got the files that you wanted.” I handed him the files and stood back in the corner by Lee.

“Thanks,” He responded, turning his attention back on the pair.

The red-headed boy’s eyes were trained on me, analyzing my every move. He cracked a little smile in my direction. I smiled back, trying to encourage him. I can’t imagine what it’d be like to have your mother murdered and chopped into pieces.

“Jerome. I know you did it. Why’d you kill your mother?” Jim asked. I gasped looking at him wide eyed.

Jerome started laughing manically, causing the whole room to shake with the power. His eyes looked as if they’d darkened, a dark look crossing his face. It was as if he’d just snapped.

“Hey doll, what’s your name?” He asked purring. He leaned across the table and I stood there in disbelief. “Yes you, in the corner.”

I furrowed my eyebrows looking at him shocked. I back up into Lee. She held me in a comforting hug.

“Ah! You’re good ol’ Jimbo’s daughter. Eh?” He asked giddily.

Police soon started flooding the room, placing handcuffs on Jerome. The whole time he was laughing looking at me. Jim’s jaw was locked and his eyes were fixated on Jerome. He was standing in front of Lee and me so Jerome couldn’t see us.

“Don’t worry doll! I’ll get out, and when I do I’ll come back for you!” Jerome yelled as he was dragged down the hallway, pulling against the police.  I shivered, looking down the hallway as he cackled maniacally.

“Don’t worry (y/n), it’ll be alright. He’s heading to Arkham and won’t be out for a long time.” Jim said encouragingly as he pulled me into his arms, crushing me in a tight hug.

I just nodded in return, unable to think of anything other than that laugh and smile.

—–(A couple months later)—–

“Hi Alfred, how are you?” I asked. I had just arrived at Wayne Manor. Bruce and I had been good friends ever since his parent’s death. He was always in and out of the precinct being asked questions about his mother and father’s death. I was always there, talking to him, eating with him, or sometimes just sitting there comforting him. I was a few years older than him but that made no difference we were as close as could be.

“Ah miss (L/n), what a delight.” Alfred greeted, slightly bowing.

“So what’s up? Anything new happening around here?” I smiled, as he invited me inside.

“Well, Master Wayne has decided to take an interest in fighting.” He explained as I nodded in response. He took my coat from me, setting it down on a chair. “Shall I call him down for you?”

“Yes, thank you, Alfred.”

As I waited for Bruce to come down I decided to explore the house a bit. I picked up a picture framed, dusting off the sides of it and setting it back down. It was a portrait of their family, everyone, happy and smiling. I smiled sadly, I can’t imagine how it would feel to lose both your parents and actually witness them dying together. Now on the other hand that Jerome boy murdered his mother, and yes she didn’t sound like the nicest lady but still it was terrible.

“(Y/n)?” Bruce asked from behind me.

“Hey, Bruce!” I walked over to him, giving him a hug. “How’s everything? Alfred told me you’re taking fighting lessons now?”

He nodded walking me over to the couch where we talked about everything that had been happening recently. I told him about my job at the police station and how I may be fired because I’d been late nearly every day this past week. He told me about this new girl he met, Selina, and how he didn’t know how to talk to her. Our talk was interrupted by my phone going off. It was my dad.

“(Y/n)!” He sounded frantic as he continued. “Where are you?”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “Wayne Manor, why?”

“You need to get home now.” He ordered. Bruce gave me a questioning look as he sat on the couch, I just shrugged in response. “Jerome escaped Arkham last night.”

I gasped, putting my hand over my mouth. “What?” I whispered in disbelief.

“Yes, come home now!” He finished, hanging up the phone. 

“What’s wrong?” Bruce asked walking over to me. 

“Dad wants me to go home, family emergency.” I lied walking up to him, hugging him. I grabbed my coat, waved goodbye to Alfred and hopped in my car.

Fran and Jock

I was the last in a long line of grandkids on both sides of the family. No one has ever said as much, but I’m pretty sure I was an “oops” baby; the result of one too many glasses of wine and a couple over forty who thought unplanned pregnancies were for teens.


By the time I came along, both of my grandmothers had already passed away and my grandfathers were elderly and lived in different states. Trying to coordinate travel plans for a family of five, including an infant, was difficult on a budget and neither of my grandpas were up to frequent trips, so visits were rare and spaced out over long periods.

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#58 "You're out of your damn mind!" (Montgomery De la Cruz)

okay: loved this request 💕 I have some in my ask box I’m getting to so just be patient. Hope you’re having a bomb ass day. Send in more requests if you’d like ☺ —————————

Sitting around at Jessica’s parties were (almost) always fun. The people who showed up just always seemed to click, making for a good time. You were sitting on the couch with Tyler, having a conversation when Monty came up behind you kissing your neck.

“Sup baby.” He smirked making his way around the couch and sitting on the table across from you. Tyler refused to make eye contact with Monty as he stood, getting up to leave the two of you alone.

“Well besides the fact that I was having a conversation with Tyler until you scared him off, nothing.” She raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend, who took Tyler’s seat.

“Well he knows he shouldn’t be flirting with my girl.” He smirks leaning across to kiss your neck again. You rolled your eyes at him as his hand started to slide up your thigh.

“Not here Monty.” You whispered pulling away a bit. He raised an eyebrow in amusement, standing up.

“Then let’s take this shit upstairs!” He yelled throwing his arms up as he smiled widely at you. The whole room clapped and hollered back as your face turned bright red.

“You’re out of your damn mind!” You yelled back at him after the room at settled down, but took his hand anyway, letting him lead you up the stairs.

Painted Hearts (5)

part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six;

While Sehun drove out of the city, you sat back and quietly kept the conversation going, talking about anything and everything as soft music from the stereo drifted around the car. You tried to get him to tell you where he was taking you, probing him with questions like what food you’d get to eat and what landmarks you’d be able to visit. You had hoped that he would eventually slip up and give you a little hint as to where he was taking you. However, he was stubborn to the end and refused to give away anything, his handsome smirk never leaving his lips.

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anonymous asked:

Hello, I really like your writing style :) If it's no trouble, could you make a hc with rfa getting a reverse proposal from MC ?(like, MC turn the table and ask for marriage/propose to rfa members, lol). How'd MC do it and maybe for bonuses, their reaction for the proposal. Oh thank you before ^^

I love this idea soooo much!!! Yes!

~Ok guys all aboard the train to marshmallow fluffs-ville

◉ Yoosung

  • You were so nervous!
  • You thought about doing an LOLOL related proposal
  • But would that be too obvious?
  • You wanted to make sure it was special, though…
  • You set up a quest for him!
  • He woke up to find a note one morning
    • Superman Yoosung! Your quest begins today! Follow the clues and complete the tasks to find your lady fair!
  • He was so intrigued and excited! He got to it right away
  • He had to complete several tasks
  • The first was a puzzle which led him to him to his first clue once completed
  • You led him to all the spots you guys frequented
  • He had to talk with people or receive special items with hidden meanings
  • His last task was approaching this hooded figure
  • It was Saeyoung in a mage’s cloak!
  • You asked him to help you out and he was more than happy
  • He asked Yoosung a series of riddles and pointed him in your direction when he answered them all
  • His heart was pounding when he saw you standing there in the park
  • He was curious to see what all of this was about
    • “Congrats, Yoosung! Your valiant efforts have unlocked a special item! Do you wish to equip?”
  • You opened the box to reveal the ring
  • His heart stopped
    • “Is this?”
    • “Will you marry me, Yoosung?” you smiled
  • His eyes got a little glassy
    • “You’re so amazing. Of course I will!”
  • He let you put the ring on his finger
    • “KISS ALREADY!!!!”
  • Saeyoung yelled
  • He was watching the whole thing from behind a tree
  • Yoosung took your face in his hands and kissed you

◉ Jumin

  • You were a little nervous
  • You know how Jumin likes to follow custom
  • But you didn’t want to wait around for him
  • You enlisted the help of Elizabeth 3rd
  • Hopefully she would help soften him up
    • “Come here, sweetie”
  • You placed the ring on her collar in the other room
    • “Jumin! Elizabeth 3rd has something for you, I think,” you called to him
  • He was sitting on the couch when she jumped into his lap
    • “Oh? What is it?”
  • He pet her and noticed the ring on her collar
    • “MC? This ring?”
  • You were blushing and sat next to him with a nod
    • “Will you marry me, Jumin?”
  • His face softened and he got that Jumin smirk of his
    • “You’re so cute, you couldn’t wait,” he beamed
  • He pressed a finger under your chin and kissed you
    • “Of course, now I have no choice but to double the ring size I was planning on giving you as an apology for making you wait…You have a strong enough finger to carry it I assume?”

◉ Zen 

  • This proposal took so much planning
  • You both got onto the subway together
  • It started moving and it was pretty quiet
    • “That’s weird…” Zen whispered to you
    • “What?”
    • “Some of these people look familiar?”
  • All of a sudden one person started singing
  • And another person joined in
  • Then the whole car was singing
    • “What is going on??” Zen looked around confused
  • Then the RFA members removed their hats and hoods and glasses and were singing too
  • Then you joined them!
  • You were all singing and dancing
  • You had asked his friends from the theater and the RFA to help sing your favorite song
  • He had the biggest smile on his face!!
  • He was so red in his cheeks!
  • Jumin was even singing pretty well and smiling
  • When it got to the end everyone got behind you and you got down on one knee and opened the ring box
    • “Zen, please marry me?” you panted
  • Everyone was hinging on his response
    • “How could I not?” he smiled so wide
  • Everyone burst out in cheers!
  • He picked you up and twirled you around before giving you a big kiss

◉ Jaehee

  • You had been planning this for months
  • You had the ring
  • And finally your custom scrabble piece had arrived in the mail
  • A small wooden square with “will you marry me” etched into it
  • It was a game you two often played together at night before bed
  • It was your chance to unwind and spend time together
  • She was brewing the tea for you both
    • “Scrabble tonight? Should I set it up?” you asked
    • “Of course, if you’re ready to lose,” she laughed
  • She brought the tea to the table and sat across from you ready to play
  • You let the game go for a bit
  • You were sweatin with nervousness
  • Finally you laid the piece down
    • “What about this?” you asked
  • She adjusted her glasses to look at it
  • She gasped and put her hands over her mouth
    • “Really?!” her eyes were watering up and she was red
  • You pulled the ring out and presented it to her
    • “Yes, will you marry me, Jaehee?”
  • She was crying a little
    • “YES! Yes, of course I will!”
  • You put the ring on her finger and kissed her
    • “I’m so happy,” she smiled and looked at the ring

◉ Saeyoung

  • It was late and you were waiting for Saeyoung to come home from work
  • He walked through the door to find the lights off
  • You were standing with a flashlight in the living room
  • You had built a tent and had a bunch of pillows and blankets on the floor
    • “What is this?” he chuckled
    • “I thought we could pretend we were camping tonight. I got this device that projects the stars so it will be realistic. We can tell ghost stories,” you got a devilish grin and flashed the light up to your face, “OOoooOOOoooO,” you wailed
  • He cracked up
    • “Sounds amazing. I’ll grab some snacks and meet you under the tent!”
  • You were surrounded by chip bags and soda
  • You were tickling each other and flashing your flashlights on each others faces
    • “Okay-okay-okay, are you ready?” you reached your hand out for the device
  • You suddenly felt nauseous and nervous
    • “Ready,” he grinned and turned off his flashlight
  • You flipped the switch and a sea of stars coated the whole room
  • Both of your mouths were opened wide in amazement
  • You pointed to a special constellation
  • There written in stars was “Saeyoung ,will you marry me?”
  • You had it specially made
  • He looked back to see you holding a ring out
  • He moved his glasses up for a second to wipe his tears
  • He was crying a little
  • But happily
    • “Come here, you”
  • He pulled you in for a tight hug and kissed the top of your head before nuzzling you
    • “Let’s get married,” he whispered happily


◉ Saeran

  • You guys had been skirting around the idea of marriage
  • And honestly you were sick of waiting for him to make a move
  • So you took things into your own hands
  • One night you had finished eating dinner
  • He was waiting on the couch
  • You usually watched a movie and had some ice cream and cuddle time before bed
    • “I found a new flavor! I think you’ll really like this one!” you called from the kitchen
  • He perked up a bit
  • He loved when you found new things for him to try
    • “Can’t wait. Now hurry up, the movie is starting.”
  • You jumped up onto the couch next to him and held the tub out for him
    • “You’re acting weird,” he looked at you funny
    • “Just…try it and tell me what you think?” you blushed
  • He looked puzzled and grabbed the ice cream carton
  • He opened it to reveal an empty carton that had been filled with foam
  • A small cut had been made to hold a ring
  • You bit your lip nervously
    • “Will you marry me, Saeran?”
  • His face went blank and his eyes went wide
  • He went pale except for his red cheeks
  • He sighed
    • “Whyyy” he groaned
  • You wanted to die
    • “…What’s wrong?” you were trying not to cry
    • “Why are you so impatient? If you’d just waited a bit longer”
  • He reached into his pocket to pull out a small black box
  • Opening it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring
  • Okay now you were crying
    • “Why didn’t you tell me I didn’t know yo-!”
  • He cut you off with a big kiss
  • You both put the rings on each others fingers and cuddled happily
  • You both were beaming
    • “But…MC…was there really no new ice cream flavor?”
Monsta X reaction to their s/o being a Monbebe who has a big collection of their merchandises

requested by anon~


Originally posted by wonhontology

Shownu; The moment when you got caught by Shownu organizing all of your collection of their merchandises, Shownu would be utterly surprised. He’d be gawking, big round eyes and mouth wide open. His eyes would roam around the whole room, observing every single merchandise that you have.. well you practically have every single thing. He’d be so surprised that he wouldn’t be able to utter a single word.

Surprise… I’m a monbebe hehe.”

“ *O* “

“Babe, are you alright?”

“ *O* “

“Baby, you should close your mouth.. a fly might go straight right in there.”

“ *O* “

Originally posted by monsta-x-cuties

Wonho; When your doorbell rang, Wonho opened it for you and received the parcel that you’ve been waiting for almost three days now. And by the minute you told him that you’ve order all of the versions of their Beautiful album, he’d be really happy to be honest. But when you told him about your whole collection, seeing it up close and what not, he’d be really ecstatic!!! He wouldn’t be able to stop smiling at you. AND let me tell you, Wonho would really thankful to have a supportive girlfriend, who’s also a monbebe. 

Oh glob, are you serious?”

“Heck yes!”

“Oh glob, this is amazing baby *hugs you tightly*”

Originally posted by bunnywonho

Minhyuk; Sending him a picture of the stuff that you’ve recently bought from the nearest album store and, Minhyuk wouldn’t be able to contain his feels. He’d be squealing his heart out, he’d immediately video call you, asking you to show him more of the merchandises that you earn and when he sees it, he couldn’t be able to contain his expression and he’d be blabbering the randomest thing, and he’d be telling the boys about this while the two of you are in the middle of video calling.

How long have you been a monbebeb babe???”

“Uh, since No Mercy period babe *wink*”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

“I thought you knew?”


Originally posted by kihqun

Kihyun; Since you were busy baking some brownies, Kihyun decided to clean your room when he comes upon your book shelf. But when he finally sees that the book shelf is filled with all their merchandises and the wall beside it is filled with their posters, he’d be so happy and proud about it but he’d still act calm about it tho. He’d call you out for a moment and would naturally tease you about it, giving you some cheesy slash greasy pick up lines, only to make you annoyed.

Hey baby, can I talk to you for a second?”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“I didn’t know that you’re crazy about us *wink*”

“What the heck are you talking about Yoo Kihyun?”

“Oh, nothing, why don’t we go look at all your book shelf over there?”

Originally posted by ew-wonho

Hyungwon; Hyungwon has never been to your studio so when you brought him to your studio, he sees the wall where you keep all your albums and he sees your huge collection of their merchandise, he wouldn’t help but burst out into fits of laughter since he couldn’t believe it. He’d be in denial at first but then he’d literally ask you about it every single second, only to giggle every time you answer his questions.

Baby, are you really a monbebe?”

“Yeah, I’ve been a monbebe since like forever.”

“Omo *giggling*”

“Oh gosh babe.”

“You’re so cute *pinches your cheeks*”

Originally posted by jo0heonie

Jooheon; This honey wouldn’t be able to hide his surprise. When you first showed him your apartment for the first time, he’d be so surprised about all your MONSTA X merchandise but hey, you’ve warned him about it. But then thinking on how you really supported them may it be through streaming or buying their merch, he’d be so touched about it. He wouldn’t be able to hide his smile and he’d be so giddy throughout the whole day.

I just can’t believe it babe.”

“Believer what?”

“I can’t believe that I’m dating our monbebe and that’s you~”

“Aww babe.”

Originally posted by bts-bap-trash

I.M; This boy wouldn’t be able to stop himself from acting coy. When he saw your huge collection after he squeezed out the fact about you being a monbebe, he couldn’t help but feel amazed and touched at the same time. But then he couldn’t also help but to tease you a bit. Since of course, who wouldn’t be able to control themselves from teasing the love of their love if they knew they loved their group? Well, this boy wouldn’t be able to control himself.

Oh gosh, you were serious?”

“Yeah, I won’t have this babies here if I weren’t serious?”

“Oh, you~ You’ve been into me before we even met huh? *wink wink*”

“Really now Changkyun? Really now?”

“I’ve always loved my room. It was like a place in the whole wide world where I could just lie on my bed and be me. I could think about ridiculous or funny thoughts. As a kid I thought of it as my own castle and now I think of it as a safe spot or a cage. Sometimes when I need to be alone my room is the place I go. To cry, to calm down,or to think things over. But when my emotions get the best of me, my room traps me in my own mind. I become a prisoner of my own thoughts and feelings. My emotions go wild making me think of a million ways to hurt myself. Or to be gone from the world. However sometimes when I do the room returns to being my safe spot where I do my regular things. But that’s just sometimes.”



Title: Wings

 Prompt from: Tangle.of.ivy: I’ve always been fascinated by Supernatural stories where an OC can see an angel’s wings (or all of the angels’ wings) because they are soulmates or something.  I’d like to see a romantic story with an OC who is the soulmate of either Castiel or Gabriel.  Even before they were together she liked to watch his wings as they often expressed what he was feeling more than his expression did.  They would raise in anger, wrap around her protectively when she stood by him, or flutter nervously.  Cas/Gabe is astonished when they find out she can see them.  Later she might even find out that she can actually touch the wings too.  I’ve always just dound this idea incredibly sweet, interesting, and romantic.  :)

 Summary: You thought it was normal, to see Gabriel’s wings. But it isn’t, and it means that you are special…

 Warnings: none? Tags: @grace-for-sale , @lucifer-in-leather , @thewicked-end , @chelsea072498 , @nerdwholikesword , @chaos-and-the-calm67 , @percywinchester27 , @pizzarollpatrol , @cici0507 , @wayward-mirage , @charliebradbury1104 , @melonberri , @bellastellaluna , @pinolief2001 , @feelmyroarrrr , @carry-on-my-wayward-girl, @girl-next-door-writes , @twoboys-and-afallenangel , @fangirl-faye , @the-assbutt-impala , @impalapossible , @pumacat69 , @thecrossroad-demon , @kristaparadowski , @jussb , @isis278 , @babydanixox @jared-padaloveme @fand0maniac @ezm1995

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Originally posted by ashiewesker

 The first time you had met Gabriel, it was a little while after you’d gotten Sam back from that crazy woman of letters.  Apparently, Chuck had re-made him and pieced him back together.  Then…tasked him to watch over you and the Winchesters.

Gabriel wasn’t the first angel you had met.  There was Castiel, Balthazar, Lucifer, Metatron…But they were nothing compared to Gabriel.  One, you and Gabriel quickly became friends, enjoying each other’s company and mischievousness.  Two, and one of the big reason he was unique…you could see his wings.

You never questioned it, or even mentioned it, assuming the others could see them too.  You put it up to him being an archangel, or version 2.0.  But regardless to the reason, you adored them, and him.  

They were huge, large appendages that stretched out.  Three on each side.  They had a rich golden color that seemed to change shade depending on how the light hit them, or his mood.  

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In the devastation and ruin of Hell Sam stands before Crowley’s ill-gained throne. Feeling the eyes of the demons on him, that same rush like something golden and forbidden spooling forth from a tight and long-ignored place in his chest. His mouth dry with longing as their blood rushes, iron-sulfur scented, echoing chamber-like in his ears. Powerful as the ocean and twice as compelling.

Crowley is eyeing him with a sort of challenging amusement. Insomuch as they both know Sam cannot physically harm him they are both also aware of why Sam is here, and of the lengths he will go in the absence of Dean. Sam’s boundaries are stretched wide as a chasm when he’s without his brother.

“I don’t suppose there’s any way I can talk you into leaving,” Crowley says. Sam shakes his head. The smile on his lips feels tight and cold and pressed nearly bloodless at the corners. When he straightens up something dark and electric settles at the base of his spine and from the corner of his eye he sees one demon shiver like it’s cold.

“You’ve kept him here,” Sam says, and his voice is very quiet and almost calm but the rage, the rage holds his fists tight, bitten-down nails pressing rough into his palms. “For over a year, Crowley. Like a goddamn animal.”

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Mamamoo Reaction To seeing Their Gf (you) In a Wedding dress

Solar: Her heart would skip a beat and her smile would be so bright that it could light up a whole room. Her eyes would be wide open while she stared at you, she would feel so happy and proud.


Originally posted by mamawoo-d

Moonbyul: She would be speechless. She wouldn’t stop looking at you and she’d be smiling so much. She would definitely feel so proud, happy and so lucky for having you.

Originally posted by ewkpop

Hwasa: She would feel very emotional and would want to show you off to everyone. She would be so happy and would feel like the luckiest person alive.

“Wow, Jagi, I’ve never thought you could look prettier than you already are.”

Originally posted by jungwhee

Wheein: She would scream internally and would be extremely nervous just from seeing you in a wedding dress. She’d be mesmerized by your beauty and moving her eyes away from you would be a hard thing for her.

Originally posted by moomoocentral

An Owed Debt - Bucky x May(oc)   Chapter 15

Author’s notes: So, in this chapter we get a glimpse of what May’s going through. (I thought I owed you guys some answers lol)

Notes/Warnings: Blood, angst, death, pain, mentions of needles,more angst, fear and oh, did I mention angst?

Originally posted by its-buckyy

 Before May could register his movements, the guard rushed to the control panel and turned on the chair. May gasped and felt her body lean back as the chair reclined and the circle above her began to spin. Her jaw went slack with terror and the guard shoved the mouth piece back in. May tried to get back inside the guards head but was too afraid to be able to focus.

 The noise the machine made sent chills down her spine and she felt two metal plates press against her head. The panic she had been repressing surfaced and she began to hyperventilate. Her hands searched for anything to hold onto, and on finding the arm of the chair, gripped it so tight that her fingers ached. She whimpered between shallow breaths and watched as the spinning ring descended towards her.

 Bucky had tried to describe the pain that he had gone through when they wiped him, tried to find something to compare it to, but nothing he ever said came close to what she felt. Electricity surged through her head and she screwed her eyes shut. Her body seemed to freeze into place even though she wanted to be thrashing around in hopes that she might come loose of the contraption.

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Recovered Jonsa Fics #13: Bastard Boy

@qinaliel​ will be especially happy to have this one back!

Another fic repost!

“Come up and see, Sansa.”

He helped her up into the attic of the far Northwest corner tower. This tower, only partially remade, was used for the storage of furniture, hangings, and raw materials. The attic room was wide, encompassing the whole tower, and filled with straw and couple of old mattresses. Two large windows sat opposite each other, the entrance to the room accessed by a trap door and ladder in the middle.

The area was dark and a bit chilled, even in summer, the nights could be a bit nippy up North. Jon sat over the trap door, looking down at the hesitant redhead, a lantern by his side. He grinned as he looked down at her. Despite the chill, Sansa’s plum gown had a very spacious square neckline. Her blue velvet cloak was open enough that from his angle, he could see down her bodice.

He knew it wasn’t honorable, but that wasn’t exactly a sight that was easy to pull his eyes away from. 

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Beat the Kid to Death with A Clue-by-Four

inspired by this post by agenthotdad

York likes the new kid.

He’s pretty sure they all like the new kid; it’s kind of hard not to. His grins are wide and light up the whole room, his laughter is probably the loudest on the ship, and he talks almost exclusively with his hands. The kid is almost never out of armour, but when is, he's cute, he edges on beautiful and it’s ridiculous because people shouldn’t look like that when it’s possible they’ll die at any second.

But the best thing about the new kid is also the scariest, the strangest, and the funniest.

Maine likes him.

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Yayo Daddy - 50s Greaser!Ashton AU - PART THREE

finally amiright

the AU is set in 1950s Hollywood and mostly inspired by this video

PART ONE - PART TWOmasterlist


It’s been a year since I made my move and took her on our first date. Admittedly I almost got us arrested, but she loved the rush I gave her, I could see it in her eyes. She calls herself addicted to me, but I tell her the only addiction she has is to tobacco.

Everything’s changed, of course it has, but I still loved her the same.

I was leaning on the back of my motorcycle, waiting for the tank to fill up at a petrol station. My girl was off across the road, giggling with some old pals about something or other. I took a cigarette out of the pack open in my leather jacket pocket and lit it, letting the smoke cloud my thoughts for a few seconds. I tipped my head back and exhaled, and took another drag before paying the fuel meter and mounting my bike.

I whistled loudly across the street, grinning as she turned instinctively and slipped sunglasses on my face before revving the deafening engine, signalling I was ready to go.

I watched her cross the street, wearing my bandana so well. Her skirt was clinging to her hips and riding up past her knees, fuck. I wanted to have her in ways no one else has had or ever will have her. I would never make her do anything she was uncomfortable with, of course, but damn she must know the affect she has on me. She made her way towards me and came to a halt by the side of the bike.

“What?” I asked her, my cigarette clinging to dear life between my lips.

“You’re smoking in a fucking petrol station.” She said, shaking her head and pulling the cig out my mouth, sticking it in hers and inhaling deeply before getting on the motorcycle and wrapping one hand loosely around my waist.

“You fucking suck.” I joked, revving the bike once more before shooting out the gas station.

I heard her squeal joyfully as my speed accelerated way over the legal limit.

“Adrenaline junkie!” I shout back to her, as I take the shortcut she loves, a street dotted with huge crystal white mansions.

“You know it!” She screams back, before pressing a kiss to my cheek, “Where are we headed anyway?”

I’d made a point of not telling her that I had saved up for a fancy hotel. Our one year anniversary had to be special. We had talked about it a while ago, but she’d never think I’d actually take her anywhere.

The truth is I’d take her to the damn moon if she wanted to go.

“You’ll find out soon enough!” I deliberately teased.

It took us about half an hour to drive to our destination. I chose a huge posh hotel on the outskirts of town; not a world away, but just so that no-one knew our names.

“We’re here!” I kicked down the stand on my bike and hopped off, holding out a hand to help her down.

She took it but her eyes were trained on the vast building towering above her.

“Are we in the right place?” She said in awe.

“Happy anniversary!” I exclaimed with a cheesy grin.

The look on her face was priceless, but I only saw it for a few seconds before she snuggled into my side and whispered into my neck, “You remembered.”

“Of course I did!” I was becoming such a softie, I couldn’t erase the smile from my face, “Wanna go in?”

She withdrew herself from me, and I immediately missed her warmth. But she linked her fingers with mine and tugged me excitedly towards the large mahogany entrance.

Our jaws dropped in unison as we entered the building. The double height ceiling was elaborately decorated in a unique painting of cherubs and flowers, and a wide staircase faced us as we walked through the gleaming white foyer. I steered us in the direction of the front desk.

My girlfriend let her hands wander over the surface of the marble counter, I bit back a smile at one of her little habits; she loved to feel everything around her, she said it made her feel safe.

“Hi, we have a reservation under Irwin.” I gave my award-winning smile to the tight lipped woman behind the desk.

“Of course Sir.” She looked us up and down and began flicking through her reservation book purposefully.

We probably didn’t look like we belonged here, my huge biker boots and leather jacket, Y/N’s tight skirt and bomber jacket - we weren’t exactly model citizens, but we’d learned how to brush off comments and odd looks and now we found them quite funny.

“Your booking requires upfront payment, Sir.” The tone of the receptionist indicated that she thought her statement would throw me off.

I just shook my head and reached into the backpack Y/N had slung over her shoulders.

“Of course, $70 for the night, correct?” I pulled out a wad of cash.

All of my savings from the past 6 months.

I could feel Y/N’s grip tighten on my hand as I handed it over the desk, she never liked me spending money on her and she’s made it very clear to me before, and I’ve ignored her every time. I loved spoiling her.

The receptionist said nothing more to me as I paid for the suite, she only handed us our room key and motioned for the bellboy to take the rucksack from us. He scurried over and helped us, directing us towards an elevator and taking us up to the third floor.

“Oh you’re in room 93, any special occasion?” The blonde boy chatted merrily.

“It’s our one year anniversary.” Y/N proudly spoke, swinging our linked hands back and forth before we stopped outside our designated room.

The bellboy swiftly let us in and left, obviously realizing we wanted to be alone.

“How’d you like it?” I said, a little anxiously as she walked ahead of me into the room.

“Like it? I love it!” She ran at me and jumped, wrapping her legs around my waist, looking at me with a big grin on her face for a second before planting a sweet kiss on my lips, “Thank you so much.” She whispered.

I let her down from my grip and we began to explore the room. A king size bed protruded from the wall, decorated with a crisp white duvet and a dozen pillows. Wide windows allowed sunlight to pour in, bathing the whole room in a 6 o’clock sunset. A muted floral pattern lined the walls, complimented by the pastel peach carpet.

“I’m going to freshen up.” She breezily spoke, standing in the doorway of the en suite bathroom until I acknowledged her.

“Sure, I’ll unpack.” I chuckled at myself; between us we’d only brought a large backpack of a change of clothes.


“You can do this.” You spoke quietly to your reflection in the bathroom mirror, desperately trying to soothe your nerves.

It’s only sex, it’s not as scary as skydiving, or swimming with sharks, but yet here you were, hiding in the bathroom, in your underwear, quivering.

Ashton would never force you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with, and he knew that you would want to wait before giving yourself to him, to make sure this was real. But, by god, if these damn butterflies weren’t real you didn’t know what was.

Ashton probably wasn’t expecting to see you like this just yet, he had probably just thought he would get to ‘Base 3’ with you, even though you weren’t entirely sure what that was. You had planned ahead though, wearing your favourite white lace bra and underwear set, which did absolute wonders for your boobs. And, of course, the dainty silver necklace that Ashton had bought for you the first week of you two dating.

You ran your hands down the curves of your body, in such a way that rid you of your shakiness. Exhaling loudly you took one more look at your makeup also ensuring that your hair was voluminous and loose the way Ash liked it.

You rested your hand on the doorknob.

This was it.

The door creaked as you pushed it open, making your presence known to Ashton. He was holding a wrapped candy that had been placed on the pillow by the hotel.

“Why do hotels do this? I’ve never understood-” He stopped in his tracks as he saw you, the candy fell from his hand, discarded on the floor, “Wow…”

You giggled as you saw his eyes rake over your body, and suddenly felt confident.

“What are you waiting for?” You crooked your finger, reeling him in closer to you.

His legs almost buckled underneath him as he made his way towards you. His eyes were drinking in your appearance, he bit his bottom lip so hard you thought it might bleed.

“Say something. Ash, say something.” You stuttered nervously.

“You,” His voice cracked and he coughed, “You look gorgeous. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this though. Are you sure-?”

“Don’t worry, don’t overthink, just fuck me.” Lust was taking over your every thought.

“Fuck, Y/N…”

Ashton pressed his mouth to yours, somewhat hesitant, but got rougher as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Your chest pressed against his and you realised, “You’re wearing too many clothes.” You breathed, as his lips sucked on your neck.

You felt the vibration of his chuckle against you as he registered your comment.

“I guess I am.” His lips found their way to yours once more and his hands cupped your ass gently, prompting you to jump.

Your legs wrapped securely around his waist, his strong arms cradling you carefully as he walked you both over to the bed and set you down gently on the sheets. He kissed you sweetly once more before standing up and sliding his jacket off his arms. His white shirt clung to his toned arms and stomach, you felt a rush of wetness in your underwear and a telltale blush rise in your cheeks. He quickly stripped himself of his jeans, his hands wavering at the hem of his top, teasing you for a moment. As he lifted his shirt over his head you saw a large serpent tattoo trailing down the side of his body and curling at his hip. You stared at it in awe as his muscles flexed.

“I got it a few months ago.” Ashton noticed your eyes on the ink, “I wasn’t sure what you’d say.”

“I love it,” You breathed out, “I love the snake…” Ashton moved closer to you and crawled over your body, you gulped as you felt his breath over your stomach.

“Oh yeah?” He kissed your hip, and let his mouth guide him up your torso, eventually kissing the tops of your breasts that were spilling out of your bra.


“Wanna show me how much you love it?” Ashton’s cheeky grin returned, his powerful arms flipping you on top of him.

You let out a startled squeal and giggled as you looked down at Ashton, his large hands running up and down your thighs as you deliberated your next move. You nipped at Ashton’s earlobe, earning a moan from the boy. A surge of dominance took over you, and you rolled your hips against Ashton’s crotch, another moan from him encouraged you.

You smoothly unclasped your bra, letting the straps fall off your shoulders and eventually abandoning it on the floor. Ashton’s gaze was piercing, his breathing getting heavier as you exposed yourself to him. You took his hand in yours and guided it up your side, finally allowing him to touch your breasts. Your head fell back as his lust controlled his actions, his thumbs brushing over your nipples as his palms squeezed you roughly.

“So beautiful.” He whispered, his hazel eyes looking into yours.

“Ash…” You bashfully looked down, letting your hair fall over your face.

He brushed a strand behind your ear, leaning up on his elbows and then kissing you hard. You could feel him harden underneath you, the material of his boxers straining. You traced the outline of his cock through the material of his underwear, you saw his abdominal muscles tense at your actions.

“Tease.” He breathed, his grip on your thighs tightening.

“You love it.” Your breath hitched as you reached underneath his boxers, feeling Ashton for the first time.

You pushed his boxers down his thighs, taking him in your hand and pumping him slowly through your fist. The sinful noises falling from Ashton’s lips spurred you on and helped you gain confidence, but his hand on your wrist halted you.

“Stop, stop, I’m gonna cum otherwise.” He panted.

His brash words made your cheeks flush pink, and a little gasp escape you.

“Babygirl am I making you blush?” A smirk played on his lips.

“Shut up.” You began kissing him passionately, rubbing your clothed heat over his cock, the friction making you both moan out loud.

“Fuck this, I need you now.” Ashton groaned, his words making you wetter than you already were.

He sat up fully and wrapped his arms around you, kissing you hard. You melted under his touch, your brain clouding. Ashton slowly pushed you on your back, your legs instinctively wrapped around his lower torso. His teeth nipped at the skin on your neck, sure to leave marks that you’d have to cover up tomorrow.

He glanced down between your bodies, seeing that the only thing separating you two was the thin material of your underwear. He gave you a look.

“You rip them you’re buying me new ones.” You sternly said.

“Deal.” He kneeled over your body and tore the lace from you in one smooth action.

“Ass.” You grinned, hardly denying that that made you even more attracted to him, if that was possible.

“You love it.” He repeated your words from earlier cockily as two of his fingers roamed down your body, feeling if you were ready for him.

“Mmm Ashton please.” You squirmed impatiently.

He only kissed you in response, slowly reaching between the two of you and pushing himself into you, letting out a satisfied groan.

“You okay, babe?” He kissed your exposed neck as you tilted your head far back.

“Yes! Move, move!” You demanded, needing the feeling of him inside you to intensify, or you felt you might burst.

Ashton obeyed, and began thrusting rhythmically. His mouth was open, his hot breath fanning on your skin. His hands were placed by your head, his tan, muscular arms tensing with every thrust. You arched up into his chest, needing to be closer to him, your fingers wove into his honey hair, pulling perhaps a little too hard. You eased up as you heard him moan.

“No, carry on, I like it.” He admitted slowly.

You smiled a little, “You like it rough, Daddy?”

Something you said must have turned a switch inside him as he began thrusting harder, hitting deep inside you and making your stomach twist in pleasure.

“Ash!” You moaned out loudly, your fingernails dragging down his back.

“Fuck.” He dropped his head into the crook of your neck, his hips bucking strongly, waves of pleasure racking your body.

Ashton’s lips sucked at your collarbone, your skin tingling as he did so.

“Ash, please!” You begged for release, the euphoria taking over your whole body.

With one final thrust, you hit your high, squeezing your eyes tight shut, crying out and tightening around Ashton, who came mere seconds after you. His body fell on top of yours, your heaving chests pressed together as you calmed down. He levered himself off you, only barely, and looked into your eyes.

“Good first time?” He seemed almost worried that he had let you down.

You pretended to think about it before cracking a smile and reassuring him, “Yes, it was better than anything I could have imagined.”

He relaxed and lazily ran his fingers over your skin and basking in contentment before making the decision to actually get up.

“We have dinner reservations.” He spoke, offering you a hand when you tried to stand up next to him.

“How about a shower first?” You proposed seeing as both of you were covered in sweat and… other raunchy substances.

“Always a forward thinker,” He chuckled, “This is why I’m dating you.”

“Are you sure it’s not my killer ass?” You wiggled it as you walked to the bathroom, jumping as Ashton slapped it playfully.

Oh that too, of course.”

Too Hot

Jimin x Reader (with minor BTS and Got7 appearances)

Genre: Smut/ kinda fluffy

Contains: overstimulation

Words: 3,333 

Request: My second request here!!! I wanted some pervert(smut) Jimin!! If you know what i mean… 😏😏 You are in a party with bts, got7 … And you ended up playing the “too hot game” … And somehow after a long time, was your turn with Jimin… And the things got really out of the way, and he doesnt seem to be “playing” anymore, at some point you were so needy… And chan chan chan i leave what happend next to your imagination! :) again sorry 4 my eng! Have a nice day! 😋☺️😘

“So, the objective of the game is to pick a name, and whoever’s name you pick, you have to kiss them without stopping and touching,” Jackson explained. “If a player touches the other, they lose. Then, the winner can can do whatever they want to the loser.”

You just so happened to be best friends with the members of Got7 and Bts. You were considered a “lucky girl” because you were so close with so many guys that girls drooled over every second of the day.

They all decided to have a little party and invited you, along with allowing you to bring a couple of your girlfriends to balance out the ratio between girls and guys.

You were all sat in a circle with a snapback in the middle, filled with papers that had names written on them. You watched the faces that intently stared at the snapback on the floor. You, and everyone else could tell that excitement filled every body in the room. But you were also pretty nervous, because you liked Jimin and there was a huge possibility that you would get closer than you had ever gotten to him.

Although you were pretty good friends with all of the guys, there had always been a boundary that both parties upheld. You wouldn’t go any further than friends, and they wouldn’t try anything. But you felt like your control was rapidly depleting by the second every time you were around Jimin.

There was nothing you didn’t like about him. He was charming, sweet, had a bright smile, and his voice was so comforting. You both faced each other in the circle, this being part of the cause of your jitteriness.

“Ok, so let’s get started,” Namjoon announced. He leaned into the circle to put his hand into the hat and dig for a slip of paper. When his hand came out with the paper, his face contorted into disgust once he read it.

“Jaebum? No thanks.” He put the paper back into the hat and looked up to see smiles and hear quiet giggles from his name picking. He took another piece of paper out, and this time, there was a sly smirk that was plastered on his face, along with a raised eyebrow.

“EunYoung, let’s go,” he directed as he stood up. She smiled from shyness and got up from the floor to meet Namjoon in the middle of the circle. They stood face to face and prepped themselves for the battle they were about to endure.

Namjoon put his hands in the pockets of his joggers and tilted his head to the side as EunYoung leaned in to touch her lips against his. They both put energy into the kiss while the whole room fell silent. Everyone was watching intently with wide eyes, waiting on someone to make the next move.

All of of sudden, Namjoon brought his hands out of his pockets and gripped EunYoung’s hips and brought her closer to him in a swift move.

“You lose!” You heard Mark yell. EunYoung pulled away from the kiss and covered her now pink face. You saw Namjoon’s smile grow bigger as he watched her giggle from embarrassment.

“Go on! Do what you want,” your friend Ariana shouted. Everyone watched EunYoung as she brought her hands down and walked shyly up to Namjoon, and gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Lame,” Jungkook called out after he sucked his teeth. “You could have done better than that.” The two participants sat down and the game continued. You all had been playing for almost an hour and a half before it was your turn again.

You reached towards the middle of the circle to pull a name from the hat. You shuffled to the bottom of it to grab a piece of paper and grabbed it tight within your hand and brought it out of the hat. You secretly hoped that it was Jimin, but at the same time, you had no idea how you would react to being so close to him. You opened the piece of paper and felt your stomach drop from excitement and surprise as you read the name out loud.

“Jimin!” You tried your best to not look too happy, but it felt almost impossible when he leaped up from the floor enthusiastically. You got up shortly after and placed the paper back into the hat. The two of you said nothing when you heard the group around you start to mutter “ooo’s” as they saw the sexual tension between you two. How someone like him could make you feel like you did was one thing you wanted to know. But how his lips felt was what you were really curious about.

Jimin smirked and ran his fingers through his hair once he took a glance at your body. You had on your favorite jeans, the one that showed your curves, so you couldn’t blame him for looking. The two of you leaned in and before you knew it, you felt his lips upon yours.

Electricity ran through your body from the touch of his lips. His tongue skimmed over your bottom lip like smooth honey, allowing him entrance without an ounce of resistance. His tongue explored your mouth and dance with your tongue, sucking at your lips as your jaw moved in sync with his.

Your body yearned for his touch and you wanted to be his and be able to feel his skin under yours, but you knew that the possibility wasn’t as big as you wanted it to be. The kiss had already lasted for about a minute, but you didn’t want it to stop. You heard the sounds of your lip-locking endeavor with your crush, and you wanted this moment to last forever. Better yet, you wanted to have more moments like this with him.

The both of you were so into the kiss, that when Jimin’s right hand snaked to the back of your neck, and his left hand grabbed your hip and pulled you closer, your body froze from shock. His kisses contained a hint of aggressiveness, but you didn’t mind. You backed your head away from the kiss to look at Jimin behind half lidded eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. You could have melted at his voice right then and there, but you kept yourself strong.

“You lose. You touched me,” you informed just above a whisper. Jimin’s grip on your waist got tighter and brought your body closer to his. You could feel him getting hard under his jeans.

“I’m not playing anymore, baby. But if you insist, I’m all yours. What do you want to do to me?” He whispered. The corners of your mouth turned upward slightly as you leaned in and placed your lips next to his ear.

“I want to touch you and drive you crazy. And make you want to fuck me so bad,” you whispered back. You felt Jimin’s body tense up and grip your body even tighter. His left hand made its way to your ass and squeezed it, eliciting a low moan from your throat.

“We’re going to a room,” Jimin announced. He grabbed your hand and guided you to a room towards the back of the house.

“Have fun!” You heard Yugyeom yell. Jimin walked smoothly through the hallway, but you could sense the rush in his step as the two of you approached the room. He opened the door and ushered you in, closing the door behind him as you sat on the bed.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he breathed while taking off his jacket. He slammed it on the floor and strutted towards you, only to attack your lips with his. Kissing him felt like it should have been forbidden, like it was too good to be true, but you tried not to keep your mind on that. You were thanking whoever you worshiped that you had finally gotten the man you had your eye on, for what seemed like forever.

He ravished your mouth with his tongue while gripping your neck to steady your body under his. You moved your body so that the head board was right above your head. You could feel the bed sinking in under you as Jimin put more of his weight on top of your body.

You kissed back with lust that you had harbored within yourself and masked the feelings that tried to eat at your heart.

No, no, no. Not that.

It wasn’t what you wanted, because he probably didn’t feel the same. But you kept the feeling within your chest and replaced it with the lust you so ever wanted to release.

Jimin tried to slow down and take his time as his mouth moved to your neck. You dipped your head back into the pillow to give him more room to mark your skin. It was almost like you could feel the bruises being etched on your skin as he sucked harshly, leaving his sinful love bites on your neck.

“Your skin tastes like….” Jimin paused his movements to look at your neck with an unidentifiable look in his eyes. “I’ve wanted you for so long, and now that I have you- I just can’t believe it.”

Your skin turned hot once you heard his words. Maybe he would feel the same. Maybe it wasn’t just you.

His right hand came up to caress your face ever so softly. The feel of his touch cooled your heated skin. You loved the way he made you feel. One moment he would have you yearning for his body, then a second later he would pay full attention to you and adore you, making your heart grow even bigger for his.

“Take advantage of your opportunities,” you stated. You moved your head down so that you could look at his relaxed state. He straddled your hips while looking down at your eager face.

“Kitten, you’re more than just an opportunity,” he continued to brush the back of his hand across your cheek. “You’re way more than that.”

You smiled a little at his comment. You loved the pet name he gave you, and knew that you couldn’t contain yourself much longer.

“Don’t keep me waiting, please.” You tugged at his shirt and looked straight into his eyes. You watched as Jimin stifled a giggle and ran his fingers through his hair once again, a habit he always possessed.

“You’re so cute,” he mumbled while he went back to kissing your soft skin. Your hands came up to his back to tug at his shirt. It prompted him to lift his body and strip so that his torso was out and open for your eyes to see. He came back down to nip at your skin and moved his way down to your chest. He carefully kissed the exposed skin while his fingers were playing with your hair. His hands came down to pull your shirt up, and you followed his lead by lifting your upper body. He threw the shirt on the floor and swiftly unclasped your bra.

You lied back down onto the bed and watch intently as Jimin wasted no time in giving attention to your breasts. His tongue came down to lick your left nipple, sucking on it tenderly and making you arch your back in pleasure. You released a set of groans that came from the back of your throat. The sound of his tongue and lips on your sensitive nipple resonated through the almost quiet room. He moved and paid the same attention to your other breast and nipple.

Your hands ran through Jimin’s hair as his mouth moved lower and lower until he was at the waist band of your jeans. His hands rested on the shape of your hips as his mouth
moved close to your ear.

“You look so sexy in these,” he growled. “It took everything in my power to restrain myself from pinning you down in there.” You got chills from his words and immediately felt the need to beg for him to hurry and satisfy your lust, but you did no such thing.

Instead, your breathing got heavier once he started to unbutton your pants ever so slowly. Once the button was undone, he carefully lowered the zipper and grabbed at the waistband of your pants to pull them down while giving you an intense look. One that said I can’t wait to hear your beautiful voice scream my name.

You assisted Jimin by shimmying out of your pants. Soon, you were just in your panties, waiting on Jimin to have you begging for pleasure. You watched as he slowly slid your panties down your legs. He inched towards you as you spread your legs to allow him to nestle in between you.

Jimin then delved his tongue into your pussy. Your hands went back to his head and worked their way through his hair to grip a few locks. You felt waves of excitement and satisfaction flow through you as Jimin worked his tongue in and out of your entrance. Your wetness grew as he moved his tongue around your folds and up and down your slit. Your hips moved as you craved more of him. You couldn’t deny that his tongue was amazing but you wanted to feel more than just that.

He continued to suck on your clit, periodically giving it kitten licks to tease you. He moaned into your entrance when you tugged at his hair roughly, the vibrations moving through your core.

You took in a quick and shallow breath once you felt Jimin start to push two of his fingers into your wet entrance. You were about to whine in protest until Jimin gave you a dark and seducing look.

“I’m going slowly baby,” he cooed. You listened to him as you relaxed around his finger to let him give you what you wanted. His smooth, slow strokes allowed you to bask in the moment of being with him.

He continued to stoke his fingers and cover them with your wetness, then added a third finger along with quickening his pace. He placed a hand on your waist to hold you down as you squirmed under him.

“Jimin, don’t stop,” you requested desperately. You were running out of breath to call out his name, so all you could do was heave your chest up and down as you succumbed to his power over you.

“Don’t cum, not yet,” he warned softly. He released his wet fingers and looked at you while he sucked on them, leaving them clean when they left his mouth. He then went back down to lick up the mess that he made, and came up to kiss you.

“How does it taste, kitten?” He managed to ask between kisses. You didn’t respond quickly and felt a sharp sting on your thigh.

“It’s wonderful,” you could barely answer. Jimin groaned into your mouth and began to unbutton his pants and take them off, leaving them scattered on the floor with the rest of your clothes.

“You can take me good, right baby?” He asked while he began to pump himself. You didn’t respond, once again, and stared at him gripping his dick in his palm.

“It’s rude to not answer,” he told you. His free hand spread your thighs even further than they were before. You grabbed onto his shoulders as he entered himself into to your lubricated hole.

“Oh fuck,” Jimin moaned as he entered you. Your mouth fell open in silence as you felt him fill you up. His thrusts started slow and romantic. His hands traced your face, neck, shoulders and breasts, then finally, your hips. He stopped his hands there and held onto them tightly. You could tell that he was trying to restrain himself from fucking the life out of you. You ran your right hand down his chest and fell in love with the way his skin felt under your palm.

“Go faster, please,” you begged. You closed you eyes and braced yourself. You then felt Jimin’s hips slam into you at a faster pace as he grunted every time he entered you.

His hold on your hips had gotten harder and you were convinced that they would ache in the next morning. You let out a string of whines and called his name repeatedly as he bottomed out. You wrapped your legs around his waist and lightly scratched your nails against his back as he pounded into you, the sounds of your sweaty, slapping skin filling the room.

“You’re taking me so well kitten. Does it feel good?”

“It feels more than good,” you whispered. You were afraid to get any louder in fear of your voice being heard throughout the house.

“Tell me who you belong to, who’s making you feel this good?” His pants had become quicker as he kept pounding his cock into your pussy.

“You,” you mumbled. Your words were jumbled and were an absolute mess, but you knew he heard you.

“Say my name,” he demanded. His smooth velvet-like voice rang inside your head as you felt yourself become dense with pleasure.

“Jimin,” you muttered. You knew it wasn’t enough, but it was all you felt that you could give at the moment.

“Louder, I can’t hear you kitten,” he breathed. So close. You were so close and you felt a strong fire burn inside of you, ready to be put out.

“Jimin!” You screamed, letting yourself fall under feelings of bliss and euphoria. You slowly felt yourself become sensitive while Jimin kept fucking you, burying his cock deep inside of you. You felt so overwhelmed and knew you couldn’t handle anymore.

“I c-can’t anymore,” you gasped out. You began to close your legs from the overstimulation and sensitivity.

“Yes you can, baby girl. You can keep going, almost there,” he groaned. You whined his name and pressed your nails harshly into the skin of his biceps as you felt another wave of electricity run through your lower tummy. He reached his peak and shallowly pumped his cock inside you to milk his orgasm.

“You did so well, kitten,” Jimin congratulated. You sighed as you felt the throbbing of his length inside your tightening walls. He fell on top of you and you embraced him in your arms as the both of you recovered from the adventure you had just endured.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” Jimin admitted. He rolled over and placed his arm around you as he covered both of you in the warm blanked placed on the bed.

“Same.” You wanted so badly to tell him. It started to hurt you so much, but you found yourself silent as his breathing leveled.

“Would it be weird for me to say I love you to a girl I just had sex with? Because I love her so much. So much that I’m scared to tell her.” His voice was clear and determined, but was hinted with nervousness.

“It depends.” You played along. Inside, you were happy that he said something. He took the words right out of your mouth. “Did you know her before you did it?” Jimin’s hand came down to caress your cheek like he did a moments ago.

“Of course. That’s how I fell in love her. The way she laughed, the way she stared at me.” You glanced up at him with a worried but amused expression. “Yeah, I see you looking at me. You think I don’t know?” Your mouth opened in slight shock as you heard Jimin chuckle.

“It wouldn’t be weird,” you answered. “Especially because she loves you too.” You looked back down and at the blanket that covered you and felt Jimin plant a kiss on your cheek.

“Perfect. Now you’re really mine.” You smiled and lightly hit Jimin against his chest as you snuggled into his warm chest.

A gift from heaven (Josh Washington x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys :) I hope you enjoy this story and I’m so sorry if it sucks again and also for some grammar mistakes :D you can also write me you opinions so I know what I can do better ;) Love you

Word count : 1,116

You were sitting on the hospital bed, holding a blue bundle in your hands. A few hours ago you gave birth to a healthy boy. You were really exhausted and tired. That little precious thing stole your whole power and energy, but you didn’t dare to take a nap. You became a mother for the first time and you wanted to savor every second with your new- born. Josh was sitting next to you, observing every little reaction from his beloved wife. Just like you, he thought that his son was the most precious thing he ever saw in his life. Nobody told him that becoming a father was the best thing that could happen to a man. You stroke your baby’s soft cheeks, earning  little yawn from him. “He is so beautiful, isn’t he?” You asked. You couldn’t still believe you were a mother now. It seemed like a dream to you.  A wonderful dream. And if this wasn’t real, you didn’t even want to wake up.

“He is.” Josh answered, grabbing his son’s little hands, stroking them gently. Right now, he was the most proud young man on this earth. He had a beautiful wife, who gave him a healthy little boy and he couldn’t ask for better. You realized your eyes starting to close. “You need to sleep, Love.” He advised. ”No. I don’t want to.”

“Come on, Babe. I know you’re exhausted. Try to take a rest. I’ll take care of this little boy here.” A smile appeared on your face. Josh’s excitement was so visible. You already knew that he would be the best father of the world. The baby wouldn’t miss anything as long as Josh was by his side. “He looks like you.” You commented. He looked like Josh when he was a baby. He had his beautiful crystal blue eyes , his lips and also his curly hair. “I don’t think so.” Josh laughed.  

Just when you were about to close your eyes, someone knocked on the door. You looked at Josh questioningly. Who would come in the middle of the night at 2 AM? When Josh allowed the person to come in, you could see Hannah’s head appearing along with Beth’s. “Hey!” They greeted a way too loud.  “Pshh!” Josh warned. “The baby is sleeping.” When they stepped into the room, Sam and the others followed them. Even Emily came, although you had nothing to do with each other. “Hey guys.” You smiled at them. Everybody congratulated to you for  your baby.  “How are you, (Y/N)?” Sam asked.

“I’m good.” You responded. “Just a little bit tired.” Sam offered you a smile and Ashley came to you pulling, you into a gentle hug.  Hannah went over to Josh after spotting the little infant in his arms. She looked at him desperately, definitely wanting to hold her nephew in her arms. Josh hesitated at first, he wanted to have his son only for himself right now, but it was his sister after all. “Take care.” He instructed, carefully placing his son in his sister’s arms. She rocked the baby back and forth in her arms, whispering her favorite song in his ears. “He looks stunning.” Her eyes were showing a track of fascination. Sam joined her best friend, also wanting to see the little infant. “Hello, handsome.” She said. “Welcome to our family.” She carefully stroked the baby’s rosy cheeks, afraid to hurt him. “He looks like you, Josh.” She commented. You gazed at Josh, laughing at him, while he rolled his eyes. “Ha! I told you.” Everybody joined your laughter.

“What’s his name, anyway?” Mike asked. “Nathan. Nate for short.” Josh answered.  “Nate Washington.” Hannah repeated. “Beautiful name for a beautiful boy.” You agreed, so did everybody. “I wish I had also a baby right now. “ Beth pouted. You took her hand, smiled reassuringly at her. “Your time will come too, Beth.”  After a few conversations, everybody left. They had to work or study the next day. You were left with Josh who laid Nathan into his crib, then sitting next to you and laying his arm over your shoulders protectively. “Go to sleep, Baby. I’m watching over you.” He kissed your temple and then you drifted to sleep.

After a few days you were finally allowed to leave the hospital. You couldn’t wait to take Nathan to your house and showing him his bedroom. Josh was carrying your bags, while you carried Nathan in his baby seat. You opened the door to your home and entered. “Welcome home, Nathan.” You whispered, kissing his cheeks, after you pulled him out of his seat. Josh put your belongings on the floor, walking behind you upstairs to the nursery. When you arrived, your eyes went wide open. The whole room was decorated with balloons and on the light blue painted walls were posters, written with “Welcome home Nathan and (Y/N)” . Your eyes stared at the presents which laid next to the crib. There were so many of them. “We wanted to surprise you.” Josh stepped behind you, laying his hands on your waist as you laid Nate in his crib. You turned back to him, staring in his wonderful eyes. Then you bent over to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Thank you so much, Josh.” You said. He looked at you questioningly.

“For stepping into my life. You make me the happiest woman on earth. I’m so proud to call you my husband and being your wife is the best thing that could ever happen to me. You’re always there, supporting me and protecting me from all the dangers out there. I love you so much, Josh. Even words can’t describe how much I love you. If you were gone, I wouldn’t know what to do without you. You’re the reason why I learned to love, live and laugh again. You saved my live. And now you gave me a son. There are so many things I would like to tell you but I don’t know how.” You noticed your eyes filling with tears. You gently put your hands on his cheeks, stroking them. You sniffled as you continued speaking. “You and Nate are definitely a gift from heaven and I’m so grateful for that. Thank you, my beloved husband. Thank you for everything.”

Suddenly you felt soft lips on yours, kissing you wild and passionately. Josh pulled you closer, your bodies were pressed against each other. You felt something wet on your cheeks and noticed that he was crying too. When you pulled away, you panted breathlessly. Josh kissed your forehead.

“You are also a gift from heaven, my Love. And  I love you even more.”