it came from the tv

8

Sheila Abdus-Salaam, the first black female judge in the New York State Court of Appeals and the first female Muslim judge in the United States, was found dead on April 12, 2017. Sheila Abdus-Salaam was born Sheila Turner to working-class parents in Washington DC on March 14, 1952. Her inspiration to become a lawyer came from the TV shows she loved as a girl and from Frankie Muse Freeman, a civil rights activist and lawyer, who visited her school. Among her many accomplishments, Sheila Abdus-Salaam made the groundbreaking decision in a case that allowed LGBT parents to pursue equal parenting rights. 

Lacking a final statement from a medical examiner or a suicide note, the police and the media have still been quick to label her death a suicide, citing that she was ‘stressed at work.’
We can only wait for further investigation and hope that she receives as much justice in death as she offered to the world in life. For the time being, until we know the results of the investigation, SAY HER NAME.

Sheila Abdus-Salaam.

youtube

Would you believe that. out of all places, this came from a Garfield TV Special?

it was called Garfield and His Nine Lives, back from the 80s where Garfield was a juggernaut rather than an ironic joke, and it’s one of the weirdest, most experimental things to come out of American TV animation, and I wish more mainstream stuff would take risks like this.

You can watch the whole special in three parts on Youtube, and I highly recommend it if you’re looking for a hidden gem…

8

“All I knew about Cuba was that people drove old American cars and that Ché Guevara was tied with Bob Marley as most popular poster in dorm rooms. Then my friend Erin invited me on a 2-week trip to Havana. The first thing I noticed in Havana was that the city was dark at night. There were no streetlights, porch lights or living-room lamps. It was pitch black except for the faint colorful glow spilling out of open doors everywhere, and it came from the TVs. The light captivated me. For the next two weeks I wandered around, slipping in and out of strangers’ living rooms. Each time I came across an open door and a working TV set, I would ask if I could take a picture. The answer was always yes. Nobody seemed to think it was an odd request and it was usually accompanied by a Cuban coffee or rum.”

Simone Lueck

THE SIGNS AS ICONIC QUOTES
  • Aries: I'm smarter than I look... *grabs boobs* DO YOU CALL THIS IMMATURE?!
  • Taurus: I don't want to be here. I want to be in a spa being fed a nice taco... Preferably chicken.
  • Gemini: She better not steal my thunder or I will literally punch her in the face.
  • Cancer: I respect you for shoveling the poopy. I do. I really, really do. It takes a lot of courage and a really blind sense of smell to shovel that poopy. But I had a really serious hand situation, and I just couldn't shovel that poop.
  • Leo: My heart is golden, but my vageen is platinum.
  • Virgo: I'm a good person... I'm not just saying that.
  • Libra: I feel like I'm not being myself, but I'm trying really hard to be myself, but because I'm trying so hard to be myself it's making me even more not myself.
  • Scorpio: I'm a corn husk; you gotta pull all the layers back, and in the middle is this luxury, yellow corn with all these pellets of information. And it's juicy, and buttery. You want to get to that corn.
  • Sagittarius: I didn't go into this photo shoot with no clothes. I was daring enough to actually have clothes, then take them off.
  • Capricorn: I'm really pissed. She re-interrupted me, which I think is very rude. I interrupted Taylor and she re-interrupted me.
  • Aquarius: Today was just a dream come true. I stepped out of my comfort zone, many times and angles. Dad would be proud, even though I was naked.
  • Pisces: I didn't mean to offend anyone by taking that nap... Michael Jordan took naps. Abraham Lincoln took naps. And I'm in trouble for napping?!
Fire and Ice // A Dylan O’Brien Smut

Prompt: He’s a die-hard Mets fan, but you just so happen to be dedicated to the Yankees + request

Warings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Oral (both recieving), Different Kinks (masterbation kink also releasing on girl’s face), Basically the dirtiest and most descriptive smut I think I’ve ever written. 

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Word Count: 6,200 (Sorry not sorry, I got carried away with the details)

Song: Bad Things by Camila Cabello and Machine Gun Kelly

A/N: I literally grew up loving the Yankees (still do) and I honestly don’t know how I hadn’t thought of this before. Also, get ready guys ‘cuz some cool things will be happening the next few weeks and I really hope y’all like it. 

P.s. I was originally gonna post a gif, but then I saw these two pictures and fucking lost it.

Your name: submit What is this?

 

“Oh, for the love of God!” The young woman complained before taking a long gulp of her drink as she watched her team’s pitcher fail for the fourth time tonight. “Sal, I swear, I’m gonna kill him.”

“Well, at least you’re still in the lead.” The bartender chuckled, wiping down the countertop in between the two.

“Yeah, no thanks to Bryan Mitchell.” She sighed, shaking her head in disappointment.

It wasn’t exactly one of the biggest games of the season, but to her it just about was. The Mets had a surprising comeback in 2016 and the last thing her Yankees needed was to lose to that pathetic excuse of a baseball team. With her eyes glued on the television in this small but cozy downtown bar, (Y/N) placed her glass of whiskey back on her lips and let the hard liquid tear its way down her throat.

As soon as the batter of the opposing team failed to successfully hit the ball, (Y/N) let out a much needed breath of relief. Her attention was completely dedicated to the game playing on the tv screen. Well, that is, until she heard the sound of the front door opening. She didn’t quite know why, but (Y/N) felt inclined to look at whomever was arriving at this small bar she frequented so much. And, boy, was she glad she did.

Her breath hitched in her throat the second she caught sight of the incredibly handsome guy walking inside, a backwards cap settled on his dark brown hair that she felt the sudden desire to run her fingers through. The first thing she noticed was the sexy as hell scruffy, but surprisingly tame, beard on his jaw, her imagination immediately lighting on fire with dirty thoughts. His toned arms and veins straining against his muscles as he coincidentally sat on the stool beside her and lifted his arm to get a hold of the bartender was what caught her focus next. The employee instantly strode towards the beautiful stranger and asked what he wanted to drink. He politely made his order and (Y/N) couldn’t find it in herself to take her gaze off of his plump and inviting lips.

Embarrassment like never before washed over her now blushed cheeks when he, suddenly, turned to her with a confused expression and she realized she had been caught staring. She tried her best to dart away from his stare, but his eyes locked onto hers and eager chills ran down her spine when a small smirk made its way on his pink lips. She took the opportunity to really look at his eyes and they certainly didn’t fail to make her knees weak. They weren’t just a regular hazel color, they were warm with a liquid golden-brown that also had a spark of mischief in them she felt so inclined to get to know. It was strange how they both connected so easily just through looks even though neither one of them believed in love at first sight. The two did, however, believe in infatuation at first sight.

The smirk on his face didn’t leave even when she managed to break the stare the moment she heard the crowd cheering on the tv and she, immediately, turned to discover what just happened in the baseball game. Dylan certainly noticed that his Mets had just made a homerun, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of the girl in the stool next to him. She wore high-waisted jean shorts that definitely worked in favor of her, breath taking, legs and his mind already came up with different scenarios of them spread before him. Her shirt wasn’t revealing in any way, it was just a plain Star Wars tee, and yet he still felt attracted to it. Maybe it’s the fact that he already knew they had a common love for this geeky movie series without even needed to exchange in small talk. But, the way her natural hair perfectly fell on her shoulders made Dylan want to push it aside and nibble down on her inviting neck.

“Are you serious?!” The gorgeous girl shouted, angrily pointing towards the screen even though she knew the umpire couldn’t actually hear her. “That was clearly foul play!”

Her words sparked interest in him and, reluctantly doing so at first, Dylan eventually turned his head towards the sports game. A smile lit up on his face as he watched his team celebrate their newest point only to, suddenly, remember the girl he had his eye on was complaining about this very achievement.

“Foul play?” Dylan questioned and (Y/N) immediately turned around towards the source of the charming voice. “Wait, are you a Yankees’ fan?”

“A proud one to be exact.” She smiled happily and if it weren’t for his shock with this new discovery, he certainly would’ve swooned at how beautiful she was.

“Perfect.” He sighed, only now realizing the bartender had left his drink in front of him when he was too busy gawking at her just moments ago.

“What?” She asked, genuinely confused at his odd reaction and watched him take a sip from his bottle of beer. Then, the realization hit her like a truck and she shook her head with disappointment. “Oh, no. You’re a Mets fan, aren’t you?”

Dylan didn’t even say anything. He just put his bottle back down on the surface and reached behind his head to turn his baseball cap forwards. Immediately revealing The New York Mets logo stamped on the hat and (Y/N) held back her laughter at the unexpected situation they found themselves in.

“A proud one to be exact.” Dylan repeated her words and, this time, (Y/N) actually let a laugh fall from her lips. It was music to his ears and he desperately wanted to hear it again.

Their attention was back on the game when the sound of bickering and chaotic commotion came from the tv, both now focused on what was happening. Neither one of them knew why the two teams were now fighting, but their hearts lodged in their throats as they watched the players lunge at each other. It was hard to tell who exactly started the fight, but by the commentaries coming from the voice-overs it seemed to be the Yankees’ fault.

“Of course.” Dylan shook his head, taking another gulp of his beer. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

(Y/N) immediately turned to glare at him, rage and frustration rushing through her veins at the sound of disregard towards her favorite baseball team.

“Excuse me?” She hissed, completely offended at his remark.

“Oh, I’m sorry, does the 2000 World Series not ring any bells to you?” He retorted with a cocky smirk.

“You mean the year we completely destroyed your team’s ass?” She replied, a grin on her face as she proudly spoke. “Something we had already accomplished countless times and would continue doing ‘till, literally, this very day.”

“Roger Clemens and Mike Piazza.” Dylan simply stated, chosing to ignore her bragging and (Y/N)’s eyes widened at the familiar names.

“There’s no proof Clemens intentionally hit Piazza in the head with that fastball.” She defended and he let out a dark chuckle.

“Seriously? You’re really going to defend someone who gave a fellow baseball player a concussion just because he had terrible anger management?”

“Okay, you know what?” (Y/N) scoffed, rolling her eyes at him. “At least we have players that are actually good at pitching.”

That spiteful comment was enough to spark something in him other than desire for this girl and, needless to say, Dylan was outraged. No one can just mock his beloved Mets and think they can easily get away with it.

“Says the girl whose team lost to us, their biggest rivals, in a 15 to 6 defeat in 2008.” Dylan retaliated and didn’t expect the sudden chuckle (Y/N) let out.

“Sure, but what’s one losing game compared to the 27 different World Series said girl’s team has already won?” She shrugged and Dylan hated the fact that she was right. “Making her baseball team the one with the most wins ever.

“And sweetie,” (Y/N) continued, placing a hand on his thigh that sent lustful jolts throughout Dylan’s entire body. “You’re sad little team isn’t even close to being an actual rival of ours, not when you’ve only won a pathetic amount of 2 World Series. How about you try to insult me when you catch up with us big boys, huh?”

“Fuck, I don’t know what drives me crazier.” Dylan whimpered at her touch, his eyes boring into her dilated ones and there’s no doubt both of them clearly wanted to rip each other’s clothes off. “The fact that you keep dissing my Mets or the fact that you’re extremely sexy talking so passionately about baseball like that.”

With a sly smile on her face and confidence she didn’t actually know she had in her, the young woman extending her hand towards him.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” She greeted as he slipped his own hand into her grasp and shook them together. “Huge Yankees fan who apparently also happens to be very sexy.”

“Dylan O'Brien.” He smiled back at her, a small chuckle escaping his throat at her comment. “Long suffering Mets fan.”

“Nice to meet you, Dylan.” She laughed and he laughed along with her when her eyebrows, suddenly, furrowed. “Wait, why do I feel like I’ve heard that name somewhere before?”

“I, uh-” Dylan nervously scratched the back of his neck. “I’m an actor.”

“Hey, that’s right!” She exclaimed, now putting together the puzzled pieces in her mind. “You’re that kid from that werewolf show.”

“Yeah, Teen Wolf.” He corrected and she let out a long oh of realization as she remembered all the times she flickered through her channels and passed by this show without second glance.

“So, what brings a Hollywood star like you to this unknown bar?” (Y/N) asked, a playful smirk on her lips. “Shouldn’t you be out partying with models or other celebrities?”

“Nah, I hate that stuff.” He shook his head. “I really love my job but despise the attention.”

“I see.” She smiled, not expecting to meet such a humble famous person. Living in LA, you meet a few here and there and they’re usually always very egotistical. It’s quite refreshing to get to know someone that’s the complete opposite.

“But, what about you? What do you you do?” Dylan asked, taking another gulp of his beer.

“I’m the, um, GM of the Dodgers.” (Y/N) stated nervously and it took everything in him not to spit out his drink in utter shock. The woman giggled at his astonished gaze, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

“Y-You’re the General Manager of the fucking Los Angeles Dodgers?!” Dylan exclaimed after he managed to successfully swallow his alcohol.

“Why so surprised?” She challenged and Dylan couldn’t stop staring at her in complete awe. “Is it because I’m a woman?”

“No!” Dylan frantically shook his head. “It’s because I was already so attracted to you and, now, fuck… I think you might just be the death of me.”

“Well, O'Brien.” She grinned and Dylan suddenly moaned when she unexpectedly gripped tightly onto his thigh. “I’m very attracted to you, too.”

“Hey, do you want to get out of here?” He asked, beyond ready to do so many sinful things to her that even the devil himself would be ashamed of.

“Ah, the game’s still on.” She shook her head as she pointed towards the television. “Can’t stop supporting my Yankees just for a hook up.”

“The fact that you work for one baseball team yet your favorite is a completely different one amazes me.” Dylan chuckled, his eyes lingering over her body before landing back on her own.

“What can I say?” (Y/N) shrugged, the actor internally moaning when she bit down on her bottom lip. “I like to keep people on the edge of their seats.”

“Well, you certainly have me on mine.”

The sexual tension between the two was so strong that even the bartender could feel it seething off of them and taking over the entire room. He, honestly, thinks he could cut it with a knife from how palpable it was. (Y/N) still hadn’t removed her grip on his thigh and Dylan silently prayed to any god out there that she wouldn’t, his body craving her touch so much it made him hazy.

“How about a little bet to make things interesting?” She proposed and Dylan’s eyes perked up with intrigue.

“Go on.” He gestured, leaning in closer to her.

“If, after the game, the Yankees have won, you have to tweet out that my team is better than yours.” She stated with a grin and Dylan immediately scoffed at her proposal. “However, if the Mets win, you can take me to your place and have your way with me.”

Dylan’s cock already felt hard just at the offer alone as he watched her take a sip of her whiskey with a naughty smirk. It took all of the self control he had in him not to moan out and crash his lips against her red ones from the beautiful lipstick she was wearing.

“Deal.” He nodded and they shook hands for the second time tonight.

The two eagerly watched the game, both way too excited with what would happen right after. (Y/N) knew that, even if she does win, she definitely won’t be spending the night at her own house. They would constantly and shamelessly glance at each other, neither one caring about embarrassment. The lust and desire was so strong at this point that every stare, glance or lick of the lips was more than welcome. Not only were their bodies attracted to one another, but so were their minds. The two had more in common than they imagined and they enjoyed every second of mindless chatter and laughter. Dylan loved it when she laughed carelessly at his stupid jokes and (Y/N) felt like she was on cloud nine everytime he listened to her speak with such intrigue.

“Seventh inning stretch.” (Y/N) sighed, taking a sip from her third drink of the night as she groaned at the score. “And it’s tie.”

“Want to make things even more interesting?” Dylan smirked, narrowing his eyes in mischief and (Y/N) swooned, still not used to this man’s beauty.

“Just how interesting are we talking here?” She grinned, putting down the glass of alcohol she had in her hand.

“Let’s raise the stakes of this bet.”

“I’m listening.”

“If the Yankees win not only will I tweet they’re better than the Mets, but I’ll also record a video singing the Yankees’ theme to go along with it.” Dylan quirked his eyebrows and (Y/N) carefully listened to every word that came out of his mouth. “However, if my team wins, you have to come back to my place tonight and go on a date with me.”

(Y/N) eyes widened at the request and she, suddenly, felt her heart beat a little faster. With a happy smile now spreading across her face, she took her glass back in her small hand.

“Alright, O'Brien.” She nodded, clinking her drink with his. The sound echoing in their little bubble as they stared each other down. “I’m down with that, but you better start warming up your voice because there’s no way the Mets are going to win.”

It was as if the words she said immediately cursed the entire game the moment they fell from her red lips. The Mets were unexpectedly scoring homerun after homerun and (Y/N) would cringe everytime they did. Dylan, on the other hand, had a permanent smirk on his face the whole game. He would watch in awe whenever (Y/N) would angrily scream at the television screen and he couldn’t wait till she screaming under him. It didn’t take long for the game to end and (Y/N) question her entire existence. It’s not that she didn’t want the things that came with Dylan winning, oh she definitely wanted them, it’s the fact that her incredibly skillful and talented Yankees lost to the fucking Mets.

“Well, well, well.” Dylan grinned, standing up from his stool as (Y/N) groaned at his taunting. “Looks like my sad little team caught up with the big boys.”

The beautiful woman glared at his mockery towards the exact words she used just a few hours ago. They were meant to work in her favor not Dylan’s. She stood up from her own stool and took a step towards him, their faces now inches from each other.

“It’s only the beginning of the season.” She defended and Dylan smiled at her proximity, the smell of alcohol on her breath making him drunk on her. “The Mets won’t survive the entire year and you fucking know it.”

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” Dylan retorted and she couldn’t keep her stare away from his lips as he tugged the bottom one in between his teeth, (Y/N) instinctively doing the same. Dylan’s eyes looked down at hers and it was as if their little feud immediately disappeared and now all they could focus on was what was going to happen next.

“Okay, okay.” The bartender broke their stares, blushes painting both of their cheeks. “(Y/N) take your boy toy and get out of here already before you two start having sex on my countertop.”

“Sorry, Sal.” She cleared her throat and Dylan nervously scratched the back of his neck. “We were just leaving.”

The two shared smirks, lust taking over both of their pupils before they ran out of the door. Sal laughing at them as he closed his bar down.

“Kids.” He shook his head with a smile plastered on his face.



The ride to Dylan’s house was surprisingly pleasant. They found more things they shared in common like their love for goofy comedies and their incredibly similar taste in music. Dylan put his phone in the radio of his car and they spent the rest of the ride singing loudly to the songs they both knew by heart. Laughter was the second main theme of the night, right after desire.

“Do you want something to drink?” Dylan asked the second he unlocked the door to his one bedroom apartment and they both walked inside.

“No,” (Y/N) chuckled as she watched him throw his house keys on a small table and turn around to face her. “I’m pretty sure I had enough at the bar.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He laughed, nodding. “What about something to eat?”

“Not hungry.” She shrugged. “But you can eat if you’re hungry.”

“Oh, I’m hungry.” Dylan licked his lips, walking towards her in a predatory fashion and (Y/N)’s swallowed nervously at how sexy he looked. “Just not for food.”

Her breath hitched in her throat at his comment, jolts of lust rushing through her body and landing in her core. Dylan didn’t even wait for a possible response before crashing his mouth on hers and kissing her with such force he had to hold her lower back tightly so she wouldn’t fall. Both of them have been anticipating that moment the entire night and it was so much better than either could’ve expected. Their lips meshed together in sync with the perfect combination of hard and passionate. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck to drop his baseball cap off his head and finally be able to run her fingers through his dark hair. The second Dylan bit down on her bottom lip, she tugged at the roots provoking a moan to escape from his mouth. The sound sent shivers down her spine and she knew that she desperately wanted to do more than just kiss.

(Y/N) broke the kiss to take a breath, but Dylan didn’t dare stop. He pushed her waist closer into him and she moaned when she felt his growing bulge against her body. Dylan left lingering kisses on her neck which spread goosebumps all over her skin. (Y/N) tried to reach down his back and pull the blue t-shirt off of him but Dylan just grinned against her neck.

“I’m in charge here, remember?” Dylan stated, his hot breath fanning across causing (Y/N) to shiver in response. “And I want to take things slow.”

“Fuck.” She whimpered when he nibbled on her pulse point and began sucking, clearly wanting to leave a hickey there.

Dylan took his time leaving kisses and hickeys wherever he damn pleased and it drove (Y/N) crazy. His provocative touches and the way his lips moved against her skin made her knees weak, wetness already pooling in her panties just from the teasing alone.

“Do something.” She moaned.

“Are you gonna beg for it?” He snickered and (Y/N) moaned again just at his dirty talk.

But, (Y/N) does not beg. She never had to beg to a man before and she won’t start now. Then again, she’s never met anyone like Dylan before. He had her wrapped around his finger just from one night alone.

“I don’t beg.” She shook her head and Dylan slipped his hands down to her ass, squeezing roughly.

“You might as well start learning how to.” Dylan’s face returned to hers, their lips slightly touching. “Because I love it when a woman begs.”

“And I love it when a guy actually fucking touches me.” She retorted and the smile on Dylan’s face didn’t go unnoticed.

He let go of her completely and she whimpered at the loss of contact, wanting desperately to feel his body back on hers. They took this moment to stare at each other and both loved the sight. The two had swollen lips from kissing so hard and smudged red lipstick all over their lips, chins and cheeks. Dylan placed his hand on the hem of her Star Wars shirt and pulled it off her, (Y/N) slightly shivering at the new lack of warmth. He kissed her gently, mostly to tease, as he unbottoned her high-waisted shorts and let them fall on the floor. As she stepped out of the jeans, Dylan licked his plump lips in appreciation at her gorgeous body. She was wearing a matching pair of simple a bra and panties, but the black heels she had on made her look beyond sexy to him. Dylan’s cock twitched against his jeans, desperately wanting to be inside of this breath-taking woman in front of him.

“Take off your bra.” He commanded and usually (Y/N) wouldn’t like being the submissive one during sex but this dominant side of him was turning her on more than she expected.

Slowly reaching behind her back, she unclasped the bra and brought the straps down until she was finally bare. Dylan’s eyes immediately stared at her breasts, the rosy pink nipples perked and ready to be played with. Which was exactly what he decided to. He took two quick steps towards her before returning his hands on her waist, (Y/N)’s back arching the second Dylan’s lips attached to one of her nipples. His hand carefully massaging the other breast he currently wasn’t working his tongue against. She couldn’t contain her moans at finally being able to feel something, but her core still ached in anticipation. When Dylan bit down on her nipple and pulled at it with his teeth, (Y/N) had to press her thighs together to be able to relieve some of the pressure.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Dylan tsked, shaking his head before removing his mouth. He pressed the hand that was on her breast on her thigh and pushed her legs apart. “I call all of the shots.”

“Ple-” She was just about to beg but realized what she was going to do and stopped herself immediately.

“What was that?” He smirked, gripping onto her skin and (Y/N) whimpered at the pressure that was in one place but should’ve been in another. “Were you about to beg?”

“Never.” She panted, his lips back on her nipple.

“Oh, come on Yankees Princess.” He snickered and she not only moaned at the new pet name but the feeling of him sliding his fingers closer to the place she needed him most. “All you have to do is ask.”

She chose to remain silent, not at all trusting her own voice and mind. (Y/N) was already putty in his hands and she didn’t want to give him anymore satisfaction. That is, until he completely broke away from her and took a step back. She stared at him with wide eyes and Dylan grinned sexily before removing his t-shirt. She felt cold and odd without his touch as he unbuckled his belt, pulling it out of his pants. Their eyes full of lust and desire never left each other even when he unbottoned his khakis and brought them down to the floor. Dylan kicked them away, but didn’t approach her again like (Y/N) expected. Instead, he folded his arms across his toned chest and cocked an eyebrow.

“I’m not touching you until you beg for it.” He challenged and her jaw dropped in awe.

Her eyes broke their gaze to look over his body and she swallowed nervously as she took the sight in, frustrated with herself because she now felt inclined to actually beg. Thanks to his crossed arms, Dylan’s muscles were pressing against his skin and it made her head spin. (Y/N) bit down on her lip when she looked at the trail of dark and scruffy hair above his boxers which held the massive erection bulging against the fabric, precum seeping through the cotton. Her core throbbed like never before thanks to the handsome man in front of her.

“Fine, fuck it.” She groaned and Dylan’s ears perked at her words. “Dylan, please touch me. I need you.”

It wasn’t exactly as desperate​ as he initially wanted, but it was enough for the desire pulsing in his own veins. He, too, wanted to touch her just as much as she did. And in a matter of seconds, Dylan rushed to her and instantly ripped apart her panties. Before she could even complain, his hands moved down to her ass and lifted her up. He kissed her passionately, tongue and all, as he brought her to his bedroom. Placing her down on his empty desk, Dylan spread her legs and fit himself in between them.

He trailed wet kisses down her body and (Y/N) buzzed with excitement. Once he reached her stomach, Dylan kneeled down in front of her and gripped his fingers against her heated thighs. He licked his way towards he left thigh and trailed his tongue close to her core. Just as he was about to touch her there, Dylan immediately switched course and began licking her right thigh.

“I’m gonna kill you.” She hissed through her clenched teeth and Dylan chuckled against her skin.

“Patience, Yankees Princess.” He teased as he nibbled. “Good things come to those who wait.”

She grunted, but accepted none-the-less. Although it’s not like she actually had a choice, the Mets did win after all. (Y/N) ran her fingers through his hair, slightly pulling the strands and Dylan would hum in appreciation. The vibrations shooting through her body and increasing the pain in her core.

When Dylan felt like she’d been teased enough, he let his tongue trace against the place they both desired the most. (Y/N) immediately moaned, not at all caring how loud she was being. His tongue spread apart her soaking wet folds and the young woman’s hips bucked when he momentarily trailed against her swollen clitoris. Dylan’s hand grasped tighter onto her legs as he gently slid his tongue into her, the ache in (Y/N)’s core now being replaced with pleasure and satisfaction.

She whimpered when he pulled his tongue away after working inside of her a few minutes but almost screamed out the second his lips attached to her clit and sucked furiously. One of his hands came into contact and slowly slipped a finger inside of her, her hips bucking instantly at the delicious pumping.

“Fuck.” She moaned and Dylan’s hard cock felt uncomfortable in his boxers as he watched her become a panting mess.

The feeling of his finger inside of her heat and pressing against her soft walls made his head spin, his dick begging to replace his hand’s place. But, Dylan was determined to make her cum with just his hands and mouth first. When he felt she was ready for a second one, he put another finger in and pumped at a faster pace. One of (Y/N)’s hands was buried in his hair and the other gripped tightly on the edge of his desk, her knuckles going white at the pressure.

With the mixture of his fingers curling against her walls and his tongue drawing figure eights on her clitoris as his lips sucked, it was more than enough to quickly build up an orgasm inside of the woman moaning uncontrollably. It didn’t take long to build and, the second Dylan unexpectedly bit down on her clit, her orgasm spilled over her entire body. Dylan didn’t dare stop what he was doing when her legs shook intensely along with her back arching up against the wall. He didn’t even stop when they did. The sounds that fell from her swollen lips and the way she looked as she came made Dylan greedy and he desperately wanted it to happen again. (Y/N) was still sensitive from her first orgasm and in a matter of minutes, she was cumming for the second time tonight. The sensitivity of her core making it easy to reach the edge of her pleasure again.

Even though Dylan removed his head from her inner thighs and attached his lips back onto hers in a forceful kiss, (Y/N) could still feel the burning of his scruff scratching against her tingling skin and she truly hopes the sensation never goes away.

There was more precum spread across his boxers that earlier and Dylan was beyond ready to get rid of the excruciating pain his cock felt from the lack of attention. He made his way back in between her legs after pulling his underwear off and kicking them somewhere far from his body. Dylan brought his hand to his member and pumped a few times in preparation. (Y/N) immediately moaned at the sight of him touching himself and Dylan certainly didn’t expect it.

“What-” He smirked, biting down on his lip at the feeling of his own thumb spreading around the precum on his tip. “Do you have a masterbation kink?”

“Maybe.” She confessed, a bright blush painting her cheeks as her pupils dilated when he increased his pace.

“Damn.” Dylan groaned, throwing his head back with shut eyes. “As much as I love this new discovery, I really want to fuck you right now.”

“Oh, please do.” She grinned, spreading her legs apart even further.

Dylan didn’t even need to think twice before placing both of his hands back on her thighs and lining himself at her entrance. His cock throbbed as he coated his tip in her slick wetness, lubricating himself. The two loudly moaned the moment he easily slid into her, the feeling of them becoming one making their bodies throb with excitement. Dylan let his forehead fall on her shoulder as he waited for to adjust to his size.

“Go ahead.” She stated when she was ready and Dylan immediately pulled back before pushing in again. He started thrusting into her slowly, moaning shamelessly at the feeling of her soft and wet walls tightly around him and (Y/N) loved the delicious feeling of Dylan stretching her as he pumped their bodies together.

(Y/N) wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him a new and deeper angle which he gladly accepted. His hands now moving their positions to thrust harder into her, his left palm flat out on the wall behind her and his right gripping harshly on the edge of his desk. She, however, decided to keep her hands on the arching muscles of his bare back. Considering how turned on they already were, it didn’t take much for the familiar knot to grow inside of the two. Dylan had to use every ounce of self control in him not to cum the second she unintentionally clenched around his shaft and, instead, he sunk his teeth into her shoulder.

Dylan pounded deeper into her, now continuously hitting her g-spot no one had ever found until this very moment, and his dream of hearing the beautiful Yankees’ fan from the bar screaming under him finally came true. Her voice echoed in the room along with the sounds of his desk mercilessly banging against the wall and wet skin slapping against wet skin.

“Fuck, I’m almost there.” Dylan panted, loving the feeling of her breasts bouncing against his bare and sweaty chest.

“Me, too.” She shouted, bringing her own hand down to her clit since Dylan was using his for stability.

It took her about 15 seconds of furiously rubbing her already overly sensitive nub before she felt the tight knot inside of her explode and spread mind blowing pleasure throughout her entire body. Dylan tried to hold his orgasm in him the best he could since he didn’t exactly want to cum inside of her without a condom. It was extremely difficult to contain himself, especially when she clenched around him again and dug her nails into his back, but Dylan somehow managed to contain himself as he shouted in frustration. Once he noticed she was back down from her high, he immediately pulled himself out of her and took a step back.

“On your knees.” He panted, his voice weak as he pointed to the ground in front of him.

Even though she was completely hazy from the ground breaking orgasm she just had, (Y/N) slowly slid off the desk and instantly fell to her knees. Dylan didn’t know wether or not she fell due to how weak her legs were or if it was actually intensional​ but the second she gripped his member and licked his tip, the thoughts immediately flew out of his head. Dylan’s mind now focused on her taking him into her warm mouth. His hands instinctively dug into her hair as she slowly bobbed his cock. In a matter of seconds, (Y/N) hollowed out her cheeks to make an even tighter environment for him and Dylan moaned shamelessly at the feeling.

(Y/N) absolutely loved that when her tongue grazed his wet member she could taste her juices on him and she decided to deepthroat him in appreciation. She took him in as far as she could, her nose buried in the patch of his dark hair and her throat gagging at the fullness. But, Dylan definitely loved it because his dick instantly twitched in response and he quickly pulled himself out of her mouth. His hot cum squirted out of his tip and he watched with hooded eyes as it painted her blushed cheeks. Normally, (Y/N) would never allow any man do such a thing to her but the way Dylan was looking at her with pure pleasure and enjoyment swimming in his dark pupils was enough to make her want it to happen again. His liquid dripped from her face and made its way down her breasts, Dylan unable to contain his groans at the sight.

“So, I’m guessing this is your kink.” She chuckled, coating one of her fingers with his release and putting it into her mouth.

“One of many.” Dylan smirked, extending his hand for her to grab with her free one.

They stared at each other with satisfaction in their eyes as he helped her stand, both of them simply knowing without the need to actually say that that was the best sex the two ever had.

“I’ll be right back.” Dylan stated, placing a lingering kiss on her lips before walking away and disappearing into his bathroom.

One of (Y/N)’s eyebrows quirked at the sudden sound of water from a sink running momentarily but, when he returned to her with a small and damp towel in his hands, everything made sense. He kindly wiped away the now sticky cum on her skin and she smiled up at him.

“Now about that date.” Dylan grinned, throwing the towel on the desk when he was done cleaning her body. “How does the premiere to my new movie with a romantic dinner afterwards sound?”

“A first date in the eyes of the public?” She questioned, challenging him. “Borderline crazy.”

“So, is that a yes?” He smirked and (Y/N) instantly laughed.

“Definitely yes.”

Clingy, Cuddly and Sleepy

word count: 1133

MASTERLIST

I turned my gaze away from the television towards the door of Shawn and I’s shared apartament, upon hearing the rattling of keys just outside the door. It was rather late, around a quarter to eleven, but the familiarity of the rattling keys on the other side of the door assured me that it was only Shawn. I was proven to be right when my boyfriend’s tall and muscular figure walked through the opened door with his guitar bag slung over his shoulders. “Hey, there you are,” I said with a smile in big excitement to see him, sitting up on the couch and turning my body towards the entrance. “I almost thought you weren’t coming home.” I joked, watching Shawn shut the door behind him.

“I’m sorry, cuddlebug,” Shawn sighed, taking my comment literally and seriously. While removing his guitar from off of his back, Shawn continued to speak. “They had me in the studio all day, since nine this morning, recording and revising… It’s been a long day.” He admitted, leaving his guitar by the entrance. Shawn sighed for the second time, while walking over to the couch where I sat. “I’m so tired.” He mumbled, now standing in front of me, leaning down and placing his lips on mine. With our lips still connected, mid kiss, Shawn unexpectedly pushed me back on the couch and fell on top of me. I couldn’t help but chuckling made its way through the kiss, as I had not been excepting his tackle. As a result of my laughter, I could feel Shawn’s lips stretch into a smile against mine. Despite being tired, Shawn had his lips linger over mine, extending the duration of the kiss, one of his ways of letting me know that he had missed me. “I thought you were tired.” I joked, in between a kiss.

After pulling away from my lips, Shawn wrapped both of his arms around me, just above my waist, holding me in an embrace that I couldn’t escape out of even if I tried. Though, Shawn’s embrace was one that I had no desire to escape from. He rested his head on my chest, near the brook of my neck, and smiled in contentment. Wearing a smile of my own, I wrapped my arms around him. “How was your day, hmm?” Shawn asked, an incontrollable shiver ran down my spine, as the warmth of his breath was felt against my neck. ”Same old, I guess.” I replied, just after the shiver ran through me. “You cold?” My boyfriend asked with concern, lifting his head from my chest and looking into my eyes. Shawn reached for a blanket before I could even reply. Pulling an arm out from under my back, he grabbed a blanket that was lain over the back cushions of my couch. He unfolded the fabric and placed it over us as best as he only could. “Better?” He asked looking back into my eyes, while tucking his arm back under my back. I nodded, despite never being cold. The blanket did make our cuddling feel cozier, so I couldn’t complain.


Shawn placed a gentle kiss on my jaw, before resting his head back on my chest. The spot on my jaw continued to tingle, even after his lips had pulled away. Shawn yawned a moment later, causing me to yawn right after he had. Shawn chuckled at my action, tilted his head upwards, looking up at me with amusement. “I missed you today.” He said, with a smile still pulling at the corners of his lips. “You, my dear miss me everyday.” I replied with a large grin, beginning to trail my fingers along his cheek. “I do,” Shawn chuckled, “I miss you like every minute of everyday.” Realizing the seriousness behind his reply, a sudden blush rose to my cheeks. “Did you miss me?” He asked, unwrapping one of his arms from around me and grabbing my hand that wasn’t tracing shapes along his cheek. “Of course I did, I guess.” I replied, staring at our joined hands where his fingers played with mine.

I averted my gaze away from our entwined fingers and looked down at Shawn instead. I followed his held gaze on our joined hands, watching his eyes as they skimmed over the details of my hand. The tips of his fingers slowly brushed along my palm, before his fingers would entangle with mine again. His touch made my stomach flutter, causing a smile to uncontrollably pull at the corners of my lips, “Shawn.” I whispered, causing his fingers to pause and his eyes to look up at me. His questioning eyes looked into mine, then I continued. “Kiss me.” I said intending it as a harmless demand despite my soft whispering. A large smile had stretched across Shawn’s face after my words had processed in his mind. “But, I’m tired.” He joked, causing a chuckle to leave my lips. Shawn then lifted his body from mine, supporting his weight on his forearms, and leaned forward, placing his lips against my own.

My hands rested comfortably on his biceps, as his arms remained behind my back. His hold on me tightened as I kissed him back, reciprocating his kiss. While kissing me, he pressed his lips gently against mine, but still he kissed me with an intensity. In between kisses, he would brush his lips over mine, causing a tickling sensation to be felt on my lips. Shawn eventually slid his tongue along my bottom lip. Wanting the same, I accepted his request.

I pulled away from Shawn’s lips with closed eyes and an uncontrollable smile. When I opened my eyes again, Shawn’s face was only inches away from mine. I also noticed that he was biting on his bottom lip, likely trying to conceal the goofy smile that played in his lips. Shawn leaned forward again, this time to place a quick kiss on my cheek. This action caused me to giggle. Shawn then rested his head back down on my chest, snuggling against me. I lifted one of my hands up to his curls, where I began to comb my fingers through it. I smiled when I heard Shawn sigh in contentment.

Around us, the living room became darker as it grew later, and the only sounds heard came quietly from the television as another TV show played that neither one of us paid attention to. I combed my fingers through Shawn’s hair until I was sure that he had fallen asleep, and until I grew tired myself. I kissed his soft, pink cheek, despite knowing that we should get up from the couch to go to bed, I let myself fall asleep too, as we both were too clingy, cuddly and sleepy to care.

Bangtan reaction to you sleeping with a stuffed animal

Kim Seokjin 

Jin would be extremely happy to see you with the light pink fluffy bear that he got you. He was worried that you didn’t like it but when he saw you cuddling it his smile got 1000 times wider. He’d take a picture or two then tuck you in more. “I’m glad you like it sweetheart. I’ll get you more in the future.” 

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Min Yoongi

Yoongi would be a little flustered when he walk through the door of your apartment. He got you a Kumamon stuffy since you both loved him, and right now you were cuddling that cute little brown bear in your sleep while waiting for him to get home from practice. “At least he can keep you company when I’m gone.” 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Jung Hoseok

Hoseok would probably scream at the sight of you cuddling the soft velvet looking horse that he got you for your birthday. He came back from the store to see that you fell asleep while watching tv. He would take lots of pictures of how cute you were then sit next to you waking up you. “Wakey wakey cutey. I see you like the stuffed animal I got you. What would you say if I got you another one” He would grin pulling out another stuffed animal because is spoils you.

Originally posted by junghoseok

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon would have a huge grin looking at you sleeping with the Ryan he got you. You would always steal he’s so he got the big yellow bear for you. You were laying on the couch, having fell asleep while whatever you were working on. He picked you up and laid you down on the bed kissing your forehead. “You’re so precious. I love you baby girl.” He moved the bear aside so he could cuddle you. 

Originally posted by ksjknj

Park Jimin

Jimin loved to spoil you with anything you wanted, so when you wanted that light blue little dolphin he didn’t hesitate to get it for you. You picked up the dolphin and laid down on the bed. He came in with a big smile. “Hey jagi!!” He’d say as burst into the room. Jimin would squeak a little bit when he saw you sleeping with the stuffed animal in your arms. “Aw…you’re so cute!!!” He smiled while laying down next to you.

Originally posted by itschiminie

Kim Taehyung

Taehyung, like Jimin, would spoil you with everything. You name it, he would get it for you. He came in to see you snuggling the cute little tiger that he got you. He would giggle while taking pictures of you, waking you up in the process. “Ahhhhhhhh! Noooooo go back to sleep so i can get more cute pictures of you!!!”  

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jeon Jungkook

At first Jungkook wouldn’t even notice the little bunny stuffy that he got you when you first started dating. He moved closer to your sleeping body and played with your hair. When saw the bunny in your arms he would smile widely and blush a little. “You like that bunny don’t you sweetie? I’m glad.”

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys

EXO Reaction #2

Request: “…EXO reaction to you having a bad day and needing to be cuddled…”

-majorfluff-

(my exo reactions low key suck but hang with me here)

okay, so does each individual letter in exo stand for something orr??


Xiumin: He’d be a shy lil bean about it at first. He’d kinda just be circling around you for a bit. He had noticed that you had a bad day because of the way you were acting. Not wanting to ask you about it he’d take precaution with his words, careful not to trigger you. He came up behind you and gave you a back hug. He pulled you as close as possible to him and whispered sweet nothings into your ear. You’d soon both sit down on the couch and cuddle til your lives desires.

“Just forget about it, princess. I’m here now”

Originally posted by dailyexo

Suho: He would walk through the bedroom door and see you curled up in a ball in your shared bed. Right away he knew that something wasn’t right. Your quiet sniffles was perceived as he stepped closer to the bed. His eyes widened with immediate concern. He lays down beside you and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He’ll try to cheer you up by telling you some of his corny dad jokes. Sooner or later he figured out that his puns weren’t working very well. He cuddled up with you in comfortable silence, but not before trying one more time.

“How do angels say hello?…..halo”

Originally posted by daenso

Keep reading

“I see you”

word count: 1579

Shawn’s room grew darker as the evening became the night. The only light in his room came from the television that was playing a random Netflix show, neither of us were paying attention to. Shawn’s back was rested against the headboard of the bed, and I laid on my stomach in between his long legs, resting my head on his chest, every time he took a breath I could feel his heart beating a little faster, I knew it was beating for me. I had one of my hands in his fluffy curls, combing it back, and my other arm was wrapped around his torso.

Shawn had his hand on the small of my back, brushing his long and warm fingers along my skin, where my (Shawn’s) gray, Harry Potter shirt had risen. We had been wrapped in each other’s embrace since late that afternoon, when Shawn had gotten back home from his first leg of his own tour, The Illuminate World Tour. We only have a week together before he’s gonna be back in his tour bus, leaving me in cold Canada by myself. It seemed as if we stayed in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, the time went by slower. That was one of the reasons why we chose to spend our time doing nothing else, but just cuddling. I’m not complaing, Mendes is definitely the best cuddler out there.

His chest rose and fell in low breaths. I was able to feel the warmth of his upper body radiating through his black t-shirt, keeping we warm in this cold night. He is always so warm, I wonder how does he do that. I could also feel the defined muscles of his chest and abdmen pressed against my body, and with my head against his chest I could hear his heartbeats, slow but prominted.

I began to wonder if he had fallen asleep, as his fingers no longer roamed along my back and he hadn’t said a word in a while. “Hey, ey Shawn”, I whispered, “are you asleep?” His heartbeat sped up at the sound of my voice. I let my hand fall from his hair and lifted my head from his chest to check at him. His brown eyes were closed, but a raspy sound escaped his closed lips letting me know he was still wake. A small smile pilled at the corners of my and his mouth.

My gaze fell to his pinkish lips, automatically causing me to lean towards them. My and his lips felt like two magnets. After a spill of a second our lips were attached together. I was a magnet, and he was my fridge, or some other metallic surface. I opened my eyes for a moment during the kiss to see that his that his eyes had opened. If he has been sleeping, he for sure was awake now. I pulled away from his lips and chuckled as a stupid, little smile formed across his face. Shawn leaned his face towards mine and reattached our lips, I couldn’t help, but smile through the kiss, the thing this boy does to me. “Well you’re awake now.” I smiled, after pulling away from his lips. Shawn rested his head back against the headboard. “I just had my eyes closed.”

My boyfriend looked tired and drained from all the travelling, jet lags and shows he had been doing lately. The eyebags under his eyes were slightly dark from lack of sleep and his eyelids looked as if they felt really heavy. “Yea, sure. Sure.” I said playfully, rolling my eyes. He just chuckled. I rested back down on Shawn’s chest, wrapping my arms even tighter around his torso. Shawn reached for one of my hands and entwined our fingers together. “I missed you. So, so badly.” He whispered, while he was lifting our joined hands to his lips and kissing the back of mine, since he had gotten back to Canada, that had been the hundredth time he had told me he missed me. “I so, so badly missed you too.” I replied, snuggling into him. Out joined hands fell at his side. I began to play with his fingers, brush mine palm over the palm of his hand. I couldn’t keep myself away from touching his tattooed arm.

If I have to be honest the thought of him going back on tour in a week broke my heart. It felt as though my chest was experiencing physical pain, when I thought about it for too long, and I know he was feeling the same. We both didn’t like the feeling. I sighed sadly, causing Shawn to look and question me. “Cuddlebug, what’s the matter?” he said. I tilted my head upwards to look up at him, before replying. “After this week, you’re leaving for tour.” I said, unable to control the saddened tone in my voice. “Sweetie, I just got back.” Shawn chuckled, “And you’re already thinking about this? About me leaving? Babe, stoooop.” A small smile formed on my lips at the sound of his laughter. I sat up on his stomach to get a better look him. “I know, I’m sorry. It’s just that, oh God, I wish we could spend every day like this.” I said, looking around the bed, just before giving his jaw a small kiss. Shawn’s smile stretched out further. He nooded in agreement. “I do too,” he said, and at the second a look of guilt covered his face. “But leaving for a tour is a part of my job, a job that I love with all my heart. It’s something I’m required to do.” “I know… It’s just I miss you so much when you’re gone. That’s all.” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “And I miss you,” Shawn replied, “Like crazy.” He admitted. “I’ll be back before you know it, I swear.” He said, trying his best to make me feel better, I nodded, with a honest smile.

Shawn leaned his face close towards mine, and he rested his forehead against my own. I could feel the warmth of his breath hitting my lips. His eyes looked into mine, and they were filled with adoration and love for me. “I love you so, so much.” He whispered against my lips. Before I could answer, he pressed his lips against mine. Our lips moved against each other’s effortlessly and with pure love. It was as if out lips were meant to be pressed against one another’s. Shawn deepened the kiss, making my stomach flip in the moment. This is what I would miss the most while he was away, his kisses. Though, the longer our lips were apart when he was away, the better the kiss would when he returned. We eventually pulled out lips apart, and we laid back into out cuddling position. “I love you too.” I finally responded.

It grew silent again, The low volume on the television was the only thing that was heard. In that moment, I began to think ahead. I couldn’t help, but think about our futures, and where we will be. Would Shawn still be with me in the next five years? In the next ten? I could not picture my life without this bundle of joy and love. “Shawn?” I asked, cutting through the quiet around us. “Hm?” He replied brushing his fingers along my cheek. All of sudden I became nervous to ask what I wanted to know. Maybe I was just afraid of the answer? What if his answer won’t be what I want to hear? I pushed myself to ask anyway, regardless of my slight fear, I looked up at him. “What do you see in your future?” I asked. Shawn chuckled at if there was an obvious answer. “Shawn, seriously. I’m very serious at the moment.” A grin stretched across Shawn’s face.

It took him a little moment to answer, causing me to worry. Did he really have contemplate whatever I would be a part of his future? Shawn cupped the side of my face with his hands. “You,” he replied, “I see you.” A large smile stretched across my face. “Really?” I asked slight shock evidently was heard in my voice. Shawn chuckled, looking away from me as he laughed. Gosh, this boy loves to chuckle. “Wait, you really mean that?” I asked. He looked back at me and his face became serious. “I do. I really do.” He admitted. “What do you see in your future?” Shawn asked, grabbing one of my hands, and entwining out fingers togerher. “I see Cameron Monaghan.” I joked. “Sunshine. Please stoppppp.” He begged, pulling his hand away from me. “I’m just joking!” I laughed, taking his hand back. “I see you”.” I said, this time begin serious. A large smile pulled at the corners of Shawn’s lips. “Promise?” He asked.

I knew that Shawn was fearful of me leaving him, believing that his career might cause me to give up on him. A lot of times our relationship was long distance, but I knew that wherever he was, or however long he was gone from home, he loved me. He loved me the most. That was all I wanted and needed. His love. I kissed him, while nodding the answer for his question. “I can not imagine a life without you, and I don’t ever want to try it.” I said. “Neither can I.” He replied, before pressing his sweet lips back to me.



If someone doesn’t know who Cameron Monaghan is, no worries. He’s an actor that plays Ian Gallagher in a TV serie, “Shameless” Pretty cute, if I’m being honest.

mercy pt 2

Genre: Angst

Length: 3.9k words

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader/Jimin

Summary: You knew the relationship was falling apart, you just couldn’t accept it. 

Part One

“Answer me Y/N.” Yoongi growled stepping closer not taking his eyes off of Jimin. His face was a bright shade of red and his breathing was unsteady.

“It’s not wha-” I choked out trying to make words come out as clear as they could.

“Then what the FUCK IS IT?” He shouted, “Huh Y/N? EXPLAIN.” He hissed grabbing my wrist pulling me closer to him. I grimaced at his touch and struggled to release myself from his grip sobbing.

Jimin quickly steps in taking my wrist in one hand and pushing Yoongi’s chest away in another. Yoongi falls back catching himself before he could fall and tries to regain his balance.

“Don’t. fucking. touch. her.” Jimin raised his voice at him growling. I felt my heart inside my chest pounding louder than I thought was possible, I had tears streaming down my face and I probably looked like a mess but I didn’t care. I was more scared of what was going to happen next and was trying to figure out why the hell Yoongi reacted the way he did.

“What the hell do you want from her man?” Jimin roared, “Haven’t you done enough?”

“Jimin calm down” I cried trying to get his attention on me instead of Yoongi because God knows what else could happen.

“Fuck you. You don’t fucking know anything!” Yoongi snarled running his hands through his hair, “Y/N let’s go.” He turned to me, “Now.”

Jimin stepped in front of me blocking me from Yoongi, “You must be insane if you think I’m going to let that happen.”

Yoongi charged up to Jimin grabbing him by the collar and pushing him to the wall at full force. “Who the fuck are you to tell me that?” He screamed. “You’re not her hero! You don’t fucking know what she wants!” Suddenly I saw Yoongi’s fist flying in the air landing on Jimin’s face and before I could step in both of them were at each other’s throats. Without thinking I threw myself in the middle and pushed Yoongi off screaming at them to both stop, both boys were out of breath grunting in pain and for what felt like hours no one said a word. It wasn’t until I got my sobbing under control that I noticed a bitter taste in my mouth. Blood. I brought my hand to my face and sure enough my lip was bleeding. I groaned in frustration and looked both of them dead in the eyes.

“What the fu-” They started to say realizing what happened.

“I don’t care who the fuck it was this is ridiculous,” I hissed, “Yoongi, what are you doing here?” I spat turning my attention to him.

“You weren’t answering your damn phone Y/N,” he responded softening his eyes once his eyes met mine. “So I came over wondering what was going on but I didn’t expect this shit.” He cursed shooting daggers at Jimin.

“You should go back to your girlfriend Yoongi,” I mumbled tearing my gaze away and looking at the floor.

“No. Not until you tell me who the hell this little shit is,” He barked moving closer to me, “Who is he Y/N?”

“You heard her Yoongi, get back to your girlfriend.” Jimin mockingly answered for me, “And by the way.. if you really want Y/N to be happy then leave her alone.”

I remained quiet knowing Yoongi was expecting an answer from me and when it didn’t come he growled in anger hitting the wall behind him leaving us with three words, “This isn’t over.” And with that.. he was gone.

I heard Jimin let out a deep breath and he brought his hand up to my busted lip with guilty eyes.

“I have a first aid kit inside my car, let me fix that up.” He hesitantly said. I didn’t give him an answer and instead looked at the gym building. Crap. It’s been at least an hour since he’s been outside with me, I started to panic at the thought of him not going back to work because of my stupid problems.

“What about work Jimin?” I asked, “shit you’re probably going to be in trouble because of me.” I began to feel bad and thought if I never came outside none of this would’ve happened.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just call them and tell them something came up.” He reassured me.

He grabbed my hand and I felt myself relax, “Let’s go get you cleaned up Y/N.” I nodded and followed him to his car reminding myself I need to somehow repay him for everything he’s done.

“Get in” He ordered opening the passenger door of his car, “I’ll go get the first aid, it’s in my trunk.”

I got inside and ran my fingers through my hair with endless thoughts running through my head. I had so many questions, but no answers. What the hell just happened? I snapped back to reality when I heard Jimin get inside the car with the first aid kit in hand. Opening it he shakingly got the things he needed, “Let me see Y/N,” He said gently grabbing my face. I did as he told me and grimaced in pain once he touched the cut.

“Please make it fast,” I mumbled closing my eyes in hope that would ease the pain. He nodded and my mind once again went elsewhere and began to feel a huge dread of guilt once I remembered Yoongi’s face when I told him to leave, he looked hurt. It was like I disappointed him tonight, and that felt much worse than this stupid busted lip.

“Alright Y/N all set.” Jimin finally said, “again I’m really sorry.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, “For everything. For what you did tonight. You surely didn’t have to step in for me. I’m sorry about Yoongi, he shouldn’t have hit you.” I added looking down at my trembling hands.

“You don’t have to apologize. If I wasn’t there you would’ve went with him and he would’ve sweet talked you making you feel amazing until you were left hurt.” He replied a little too harshly.

Truth is.. Jimin was right. As much as it hurts to hear, he was absolutely correct. If I never left my house I would’ve picked up his calls and agreed to whatever he had to say. I would’ve thrown myself in this cycle all over again. But the worst part of this fucked up situation is that I regret not leaving with Yoongi. A part of me wishes I could go back in time and stayed in bed and just waited.

“I-I should go I have work in the morning and my head feels like it’s going to explode.” I said, “But thank you Jimin, I really am thankful for everything you did tonight.” I added covering my face in my hands.

“Let me atleast take you home.” He pleaded, “I know a lot happened tonight, and there is no way I’m letting you go alone” I looked up at him and smiled nodding at him.

“We can walk from here,” I began to say, “I don’t live far I promise.”

“Sounds good to me, that means more time with you.” He responded immediately. I felt my cheeks grow hot and I certainly didn’t need a mirror to see that I was blushing.

We got out of the car and I led him to the direction of my house. I noticed he started walking slower than me and I chuckled to myself and caught on to what he was doing.

“What’s so funny?” He asked pouting at me.

“I didn’t laugh!” I gasped pretending I didn’t know what he was talking about.

His eyes widened “YA! You just did!” He accused. This time I let out a laugh and slapped his arm out of habit.

“I just think it’s cute how you’re walking slower than I thought was possible.” I explained tucking my hair behind my ear to get it out of my face as we made it to the front of my door.  

“Well if you think it’s that cute then why don’t you give me your number?” He blurted out smirking at me. I shot my head up at him and smirked back, “A little too early for that don’t you think? We barely know eachother” I replied.

“I mean I did fight your asshole of an ex tonight, that is pretty big for barely knowing each other.” He noted with a grin on his face.

“Ahh you got me there” I said, “How bout this… hmm let’s meet again, if you show up then I’ll think about it.”

He nodded at me and agreed “Same time tomorrow then?” He asked.

“Same time tomorrow.” I confirmed making my way to my door.

I woke up the next morning to my alarm and I quickly got ready for another at work. I grabbed my phone and to my surprise I had a dozen texts and calls from Yoongi the most recent text being at 4am.

“Please get back to me Y/N”

“I can’t sleep”

“Please call me back.”

I sighed and the guilt started rushing in. Why was he acting like this? Ever since our breakup he never acted like he still cared about me. I should’ve never went to that gym, I should’ve stayed and answered Yoongi. I huffed and decided I would text him back later that day.

Work was surprisingly busy and before I knew it, my shift was over. I made it home and made myself some food for dinner. I ate my meal while scrolling through my phone and I noticed a follow request. Park_jimin. I smiled to myself debating on accepting him or not, guess he was too impatient on waiting for my number. I clicked on his profile and I found myself scrolling through his pictures and grinning like a child. I glanced at the time and realized it was almost 8pm, instantly I got up and proceeded to wash the dishes. Once I was finished I changed into decent clothes and plopped on my couch to watch some TV. I wasn’t supposed to meet Jimin for another two hours so I had some time before I had to go. Around twenty minutes later I felt my phone vibrate next to me. From Yoongi: I love you Y/N. My mind wandered over to the thought of Yoongi and I felt my heart sink. I couldn’t get the look of his face off my head, no matter how hard I tried. Should I even go with Jimin? Am I being stupid for this? Maybe I should just stay in tonight, who am I kidding thinking I’m actually ready to meet some other guy when I’m clearly not over my ex. I moved my fingers over the keyboard as I began to type out a reply.

“I love you too.” sent.

I woke up to a bang and I jolted up from the couch startled only to find the sound came from the TV I forgot to turn off. I grunted dragging myself across the floor trying to fully wake myself up. It was then I realized my apartment was dark and I ran to the window seeing it was still night. I grabbed my phone checking the time 9:43pm it read. In all honesty I was hoping I’d sleep through the night, more because I did want to avoid meeting Jimin. But at the same time, I was happy that I woke up. I walked over to my bathroom and splashed water on my face then looked at myself in the mirror. I took one last breath before I changed my mind and I found myself heading towards my front door. Well Y/N… it’s now or never.

I paced down the sidewalk moving slower than usual as I made my way to the one spot I knew a little too well. As I got closer I refused to see if he was there yet or not, I kept my eyes glued to the ground stepping on every leaf that I managed to find. Eventually I looked up and my stomach dropped when I saw the spot was empty. I sighed and sat down putting headphones in my ears to listen to music as I waited. It was around a fully playlist of songs later that I starting to grow impatient and checked the time.

10:54pm

“Is he really not coming?” I thought frowning to myself. Annoyed I stood up and began to make my way home. I reached the sidewalk and suddenly felt a hand on shoulder stopping me in my tracks.

I turned around and came face to face with Jimin. “I was just leaving” I mumbled under my breath.

I noticed he wasn’t in his usual work clothes and instead was wearing a simple black t-shirt with ripped jeans. As simple as the outfit seemed, he made it look.. good.

“What? Why?” He responded with a sad look on his face.

“What do you mean why? I got here almost an hour ago, I thought you weren’t going to show up.” I harshly replied. His face softened and he smiled. I raised my eyebrow at him confused.

“Actually Y/N you’re wrong,” He informed, “I was here before you actually and as creepy as it sounds I was watching you the whole time.” He finished with a grin on his face.

I widened my eyes, “What? Jimin you creep what’s the point of that?” I hissed wanting to wipe that smile off his face.

“I wanted to see how long you’d wait, and it seems like you’re not a patient person.” I rolled my eyes at him softly hitting him on the shoulder.

“It seems like you aren’t either considering you already sent me a follow request.” I replied smirking at him.

He chuckled, “I thought you weren’t going to show up, so I had to find you on my own just in case.” I blushed at his response. “I’m just really glad you came.” He added.

I saw him reach inside his pockets taking his keys out and waved them in the air looking at me, “Care for some ice cream?” He asked and I eagerly nodded following him to his car. We got in and put our seatbelts on and Jimin began driving. “So how have you been?” Jimin asked making me giggle, “It’s been a day Jimin,” I replied still laughing.

“Well… how was your day Y/N?” He confidently asked not taking his eyes off the road.

“It was good I guess,” I responded “It was busy at work and I didn’t do much when I got home, what about your day?”

“For the most part I stayed in bed the whole day, did usual adult responsibilities, and spent a good while trying to find anything that led to you.” He shamelessly said, “believe it or not it took me a long time to find your profile.” He huffed coming to a stop at a red light.

I shook my head at him, “Not even you just weren’t looking hard enough.” I lightly teased causing him to look at me.

He scoffed at me “I ended up finding it didn’t I?”

I stuck my tongue out at him, “I want ice cream!” I whined throwing a small tantrum.

“Aish you child! We’re almost there!”

I nodded satisfied as I saw him pulling into the parking lot and once he parked I immediately got out running towards the entrance.

“Hurry up you old man they’re almost closing!” I impatiently yelled seeing him take his time walking. He chuckled jogging to the front door and opened the door for us.

It took me less than two minutes to pick what flavor I wanted while it took Jimin a whole fifteen minutes to decide on what he wanted. We got our ice cream and left the shop just as they switched the sign from open to closed.

“Who takes fifteen minutes to pick a flavor?” I asked in disbelief while eating a spoonful of my treat.

“Ahh Y/N you don’t understand” he replied rolling his eyes at me, “I needed time to see what my body wanted tonight.”

I let out a laugh mumbling something about him being ridiculous and continued walking along the sidewalk.

“Thanks for the ice cream by the way.” I said eating another spoonful happily. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I went to check it. I sighed seeing that it was more texts from Yoongi and decided to ignore them turning my attention back to Jimin. However he caught on to the frown on my face and raised his eyebrow.

“Is that him?” He curiously asked.

I nodded, “Can we not talk about Yoongi tonight?” I added looking at his face for an answer.

His face lit up “That sounds good to me.”

I put my phone back in my pocket and continued eating stealing a spoonful of Jimin’s ice cream. He pouted shooting me a look.

“I swear you’re a child.” He mumbled.

“I know” I responded shrugging my shoulders.

“About your phone number..” he hesitantly asked looking at his feet.

“Give me your phone.” I bluntly said causing a puzzled look on his face, “so I can put my phone number on there.” I pointed out. He stuffed his hands in his pockets grabbing his phone and handed it to me with a beaming smile on his face.

Maybe things were looking up for me..

Two weeks quickly went by and I found myself spending all my time at work. A manager position opened up at work and for as long as I could remember I was throwing myself into long hours of overtime to earn the position. I constantly told myself not to give up hope and it eventually paid off when my boss called me telling me I got the position. Although it meant more hours, it also meant more money and skills. For the first time in a while, I didn’t feel useless and that made me more happy than I thought it would. I sent Namjoon a text informing him about the good news and he congratulated me promising me a night to celebrate later that week. I also sent Jimin a text and he insisted on taking me out to eat to celebrate, I texted back a yes and made my way to my bathroom to get ready for the night.

I got out of my car texting Jimin letting him know I was here and sat on a bench in front of the restaurant occupying myself with my phone. I heard a car door open and I looked up to see Jimin getting out walking towards me.

“Y/N! Congratulations!” Jimin exclaimed pulling me into a tight hug.

“Thank you Jiminie!” I squealed, “I’m so happy and thank you for taking me out.”

“We have to celebrate of course!” He replied leading me inside the restaurant. We then got seated and both of us immediately reached for the menu trying to find what to order.

“I’m buying you a drink.” Jimin stated looking at the alcohol menu.

I shot him a look, “ahh you know I don’t really drink.” I whined.

“I’m not taking no for answer, it’s just one drink”

Rolling my eyes I realized one drink wouldn’t hurt and agreed. I started telling him all the new benefits I would get and the raise I earned and he eagerly listened. The drinks came out before the food and I hesitantly took a sip. I made a face at the strong taste and Jimin laughed at me taking it away keeping it for himself. By then the food got there and we started eating taking a bite of each other’s food here and there. As I was taking another bite of my burger I spotted Jimin’s expression darken and swallowed my food, “What’s up?” I curiously asked following his stare only for it to land on one person we both didn’t want to see. Yoongi. To make things worse it wasn’t just Yoongi, it was her too. She however didn’t seem to notice us and even if she did I certainly don’t think she knows anything about me. My heart sank and I felt my throat close seeing her. She was beautiful, it’s no wonder why he chose her. Both Jimin and Yoongi were glaring at each other and even from tables away I could feel how tense the room was. Yoongi looked pissed. We met eyes and I looked away as fast as I could averting my attention back to Jimin. His fists were clenched and I softly grabbed them making him relax.

“We should go.” I stuttered grabbing my things. Jimin nodded and asked for the check and we both hurried out of there as fast as we could. We both walked in silence to my car, “I’m sorry Y/N I didn’t think he’d be there.” Jimin spoke up grabbing my face making me look at him.

“Don’t apologize” I said with tears in my eyes, “It’s not your fault.”

He forced a smile and opened my car door, “Want to get dessert?”

I shook my head “I have to be up early tomorrow, I think I’m going to call it a night plus don’t you have a night shift soon mister?” I said giving him a stern look.

He gave me a pout, “You’re right, but I’m coming over tomorrow after you get off. I want to know all about your first day as manager.” He added grinning at me. I giggled at him throwing myself in his arms.

“Goodnight Jiminie, thank you for tonight” I said getting into my car.

“Goodnight Y/N.” He replied as he closed my door.

Jimin’s POV

“Have a good workout!” I said as I signed the usual customers in at the front desk. I went back to cleaning the machines and having my head wander over to the thought of Y/N. Although tonight could’ve gone way better, I’m glad I still got to be with her. I reached for my phone and saw a goodnight text from her and I smiled to myself. Just as I was about to text her back my manager interrupted me letting me know it was time for my break. I nodded and started walking towards the exit to go to the usual spot. I unlocked my phone and texted Y/N back and went to play some music. From the corner of my eye I saw someone coming closer to me and I turned to get a better look at them.

“Jimin right?” His deep voice said. As he got closer I realized who it was and my fists immediately clenched. He noticed this right away, “No no.. I’m not here to punch you in the face again.” He said smirking at me.

“What the fuck do you want Yoongi.” I snarled at him looking at him with pure disgust.

He let out a small chuckle, “Why are you so defensive? I’m only here to talk.” He calmly said.

I scoffed “Talk? Bullshit.”

“I saw the way you looked at her.” He began, “I know what you want.”

“Yeah?” I sarcastically asked, “then what do I want?”

He looked away and put his hands in his pockets, “You want her to be yours.”

I didn’t answer this time and instead glared at him.

“But guess what” Yoongi whispered stepping closer to me to the point where his face was inches away from mine. “Deep down inside you know she will never love you as much as she loves me.”

“And that kills you.”

author’s note: thank you guys for reading part one! i’m sorry for the wait but i hope you guys like it!! Also thank you to my lovely cousin for editing this @graciela-97 :)

Joys of Parenthood

Originally posted by lupitalover

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

(^^Good stuff right here)

Prompt: Glimpse into Bones and reader’s life as parents

Warnings: Dad fluffies

Word Count: 2,120

A/n: Gah! So much cute. Cute overload

Keep reading

BIGBANG Reaction ~ Finding Out You Have an Idol Brother

JI’m literally going to spam y’all with BIGBANG stuff bc I got my G Dragon ‘LOSER’ Styled jacket today and I’m in love with it and I’ve too like 150+ selfies in it omg.

They got so long i dont know how but I love this group more than life itself bYE

Seungri:

When you told Seungri you would be hanging out with your brother for the day, he wouldn’t expect to stream on his instagram feed of you and Oh Sehun from EXO. Seungri would try and pick out where you were from the pictures and do some slight stalking, finding you and Sehun sitting with coffee’s in your hand’s and sitting at table outside a small cafe.

Seungri would go full on jealous boyfriend mode and wait back in your apartment for you to come back, bombing you with questions like “So how do you know Sehun?” “Are you two close romantically??” which grossed you out a bit and made you explain that he was your younger brother.

G Dragon:

Jiyong and yourself was attending yet, another party and you were almost starting to lose interest in it when you saw your brother, Shownu of Monsta X by the drinks table and excused yourself from your boyfriend who was currently already talking to someone else. While making small talk with Shownu, 

Jiyong had turned his head just as you gave your brother a half hearted hug which made the boyfriend quite jealous. When he approached you, Jiyong slung his arm around your waist and looked at Shownu with a weak smile, suddenly taken by surprise when you introduced the previous male as your brother.

Daesung:

When attending the MAMAs, Daesung couldn’t help but smile the whole way through BIGBANG’s performance when you loudly sang along where you sat with the idols and your group, especially when you were singing louder at his parts. What caught him off guard on EXO’s performance the most was when you put more energy and sang louder in a certain member’s solo. 

The poor duck was so confused he would literally ask you who your favorite member was, you’d turn to him and reply quickly “Of course it would be my brother, Minseok, who else?

Taeyang:

You were watching a SHINee Interview on tv when Youngbae had came back from a long day of work and started complaining about it, now you wouldn’t have minded right up until your brother Jonghyun had made an appearance on the screen and you got super excited and told your boyfriend to shush for a few moments.

Youngbae literally got so confused and watched your excitement over Jonghyun which kind of made him jealous. Youngbae would whine and pull you into his arms asking why you couldn’t look at him that way only for you to tell him that “You’re not my brother, pabo.

T.O.P:

Never would he ever think that he would walk in on you and Seungri hugging like you had known each other your whole lives. To Seunghyun it looked intimate but to you and your twin brother it was nothing but a innocent comfort hug on how he’s been feeling so stressed lately. 

Your boyfriend had only one thing in mind and that was to step in between the both of you earning a shout from Seungri who then received a violent threat along the lines of “If you ever touch my girlfriend again I’ll break you and throw you to hounds” which both you and Seungri only laughed at, making Seunghyun confused. 

Seungri and yourself both explain that you’re twins which makes Seunghyun feel like an asshole for not realizing any sooner.

I guess that’s who you get your mischievous side and influence from then.

Half of You

Requested by: @katythekitty​ How about 9 and Jungkook? Part of the Valentine’s Day prompt series.

Genre: Jungkook x Reader

Words: 1895

Originally posted by rainbowboombox


When Jungkook told you he’d prepared something super romantic for the two of you, you had to be honest, you didn’t expect much. He’d swung the door open before you’d even been able to knock. Your fist was left hovering in the air, and you wondered if you looked as surprised as you felt.

“Have you been waiting there the whole time?”

“Maybe,” he shrugged.

He reached out and grabbed your hand to pull you inside with his foot kicking the front door shut behind you. Jungkook wasted no time to continue dragging you towards what you figured was the living room. Your legs struggling to keep up with his until he abruptly stopped causing you to run into his back.

Keep reading

What The What!?

Here’s another part in “Our Girl”   This is also my 750th one shot!

Read “Movie Night”
Read Between The Sheets
Read Protection
Read Trust
Read “Come Home To Me”

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (polyamorous)
Words:  1530

This part was requested by @scxrchy:  For your our girl series, could you write out how they started dating? Like how weird it was at first?

A/N: No longer taking requests for this series.
A/N: If you want tagged in anything, just let me know. :)



You were sitting cross-legged on the motel bed when you heard the Impala pull up outside. Sam and Dean had been interviewing witnesses while you continued to do the research at the motel.

           You heard the doors close and then the motel room door slammed open. Sam and Dean stomped in. Uh oh. Trouble in paradise?

           “What’s wrong?” you asked, looking up at them.

           “Nothing,” they both spat.

           “Liars,” you accused, “What the hell is going on?”

           “Don’t worry about it,” Sam said. That was unlike him. Sam didn’t snap at you and he didn’t get angry with you.

           You stood up from the bed, putting your hands on your hips, “Sit,” you commanded, pointing to the two beds.

           “Y/N …” Dean warned.

           You glared at him, “Sit. Down. Now.”

Keep reading