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Not So Picture Perfect || Kian Lawley Imagine (Requested)

“Literally all I want to do is go home. I really don’t want to be here,” I told Callie as I worked on the gym elliptical.

“What, why? You love the gym. What’s wrong?”

“Kian flies out with Jc and Dom today for the second half of the tour and won’t be back for 3 weeks.”

“Okay, I know you love him, but it’s only 3 ½ weeks. They will fly by, especially with Maya’s birthday party and Ricky’s “I Hit One Million” Bash.”

Even though I hate to admit it, she was right. It’s just 3 lousy weeks and with the technology we have today, it will be like he never left. 

“Fuck, you’re right. Did you know I hate that about you?”

“Yeah and I love you too, beyotch. Call me later, okay?”

“Alright, bye.”

I finished my 90 minute workout and headed home to see Kian for the last few hours. I grabbed my gym bag and unlocked the door to see Kian’s suitcases against the wall. I let out a sigh and called out to him.

“I’ll be there in a sec!” he yelled back. When he came into my view, I saw that he was on the phone.

“Yeah, Dude. I’ll be there in about an hour. Okay. Bye”

I gave him a confused look,”I thought your flight was at 10 tonight.”

“It was, but there was a screw up with the airline and our flight is 4:40 now.” I looked at the clock behind him and it read 1:27 pm.

“So that means you have to leave now,” I said defeated.

“Yeah, I’m sorry Baby.”

“No it’s fine, it’s not your fault. Did you need me to drive you?”

“I don’t need you to, but I definitely want you to,” he said as he embraced me. 

I helped him load his bags into the car and hopped in. I couldn’t help but think that i wouldn’t have moments like this for 3 fucking weeks. I hated it, but Kian loves his fans and would do anything for them. I would never stand between that.

After what seemed like the shortest ride in history, we pulled up to his terminal. Jc and Dom were already out there waiting for us and I helped unload Kian’s things. We stood there for what felt like forever, just holding each other.

“Ugh, ew! Come on already, Vitaly’s inside!” JC whined beside us. Kian and I decided to gross him out even more and started tongue battling each other.

“God! Didn’t you guys do enough of that before he left?!” asked Dom.

“We actually didn’t,” I said to Kian, looking kind of amused. 

“Well this is going to be one uncomfortable flight,” he joked.

“Speaking of flight, we gotta catch ours!” JC said.

“Fuuuck, I don’t want you to leave.”

“I know, but I’ll be back soon, okay.”

“Okay, have fun.”

“I will, I’ll call you when we land,” he said running into the airport.

“I’ll be waiting,” I said to myself.

When I arrived back to our place I was finally able to take a well needed shower. When I was done, I ordered food off of Postmates and caught up on ‘Are You The One?’ I really hated being here without Kian, but I had to remind myself that I did it during the first half and was (somewhat) fine.

My phone started to ring and I got excited when I saw that it was Kian calling.


“Hey, Baby. How are you?”

“Lonely. How was the flight?”

“Pretty good. Some kid threw up though, which made Dom almost throw up.”

“Ew, but kinda awesome, haha.” Our conversation didn’t last long due to the fact that he had a long day tomorrow and it was late where he was.

I decided that it was time for me to go to bed as well and try to not be so bleh.

The next few days were getting easier and easier. Almost two weeks have already passed and Maya’s birthday party was a great distraction. I hear from Kian every night and every night I miss him more. Tonight is Ricky’s bash and I’m really excited. I took me like 4 hours to get ready, but I was almost done. I was applying the last bit of makeup when my phone buzzed. 

I heard Callie come in and we naturally had to capture this moment. 

That night was complete blast. I can’t stress how proud I am of Ricky T for reaching over one million youtube subscribers. Callie and I finally got back to my place and I was about to take a shower when my phone started to ring.

“Hey, I saw your Snap. You look beautiful, how was the party?”

“It was really fun, but tiring. How’s the tour going?”

“It’s good! The fans are amazing, the closer I get to coming home, the more anxious I get to be with you.”

“*Sigh* I can’t wait for you to come back.”

“I know me either, but I’ll let you get some rest and I’ll do the same. Sweet dreams, Babe.”

“You too, Kian. Good night.”

The next few days were quite boring, but Kian comes home in a little over a week and I’m so happy! I had been trying to reach him for the last few hours now, but he wasn’t picking up. I finally gave up on him and tried calling JC, but it was too loud to hold a conversation. My last resort was Vitaly who evidently was asleep and didn’t know anything.

I realized that this was the first night Kian hadn’t called me and I got a sort of uneasy feeling in my stomach. I quickly shook it off and decided to go to bed. 

It was about 7:15 am when I was woken up by the constant vibration of my phone. After about 2 solid minutes, I groggily turn over and check what it is. I see that it is a bunch of Twitter notifications and I decided to open them. I see an assload of pictures of Jc with some random girl wither ass out, but that’s when I see it.

“What the fuck?” I say to myself as I read the tweets. I feel my heart drop as I see my boyfriend cradling another girl’s ass. I immediately decide to call him and of course it goes straight to voicemail. 

Over the course of the next 9 days, I didn’t leave the house. Ricky and Callie came over to keep me company, but I just wanted to be alone. Kian tried calling every 5 minutes, except when he was on stage, but I ignored all of them. Even the rest of the boys were trying to contact me, but I only talked to Vitally since he wasn’t there that night. He tried to get me to talk about it, but knowing that he would relay it all to Kian, I just changed the subject. 

So many people were talking about what happened, even Kian’s ex Andrea. All I could do at this point is cry and look at old photos of Kian and I. 

Kian comes back tomorrow and I had to make a hasty decision. I was in the middle of my thoughts when my phone vibrated over and over again. I thought I shut that fucker off. I go look at it and I see it is the man of the hour once again.

I can’t help but smile a little bit as I cry even harder now. Is it worth letting go? Is it worth staying? Then he said it. 

Those words made my decision so much easier.

25 things I learnt in the midst of my suffering
1- when push comes to shove you always only have yourself.
2- Those who promised to always be by your side through thick and thin are going to leave.
3- No boy is going to swoop in to come and save you, when it doesn’t work out you will be left crying harder than before on your bathroom floor.
4- You’re going to want to give up, but don’t.
5- Quit holding back, say what you need to even if you make a dick out of yourself at least you know you tried.
6- Put down the fucking bottle, why are you doing this to yourself? Do you really think drinking yourself unconscious is going to help.
7- Other people’s opinions do not define who you are, don’t let what they say about you get you down.
8- It’s okay to want attention but don’t go exploiting yourself for it.
9- Stop putting on an act for everyone, you don’t have to pretend every moment you’re around people to be happy, all you are doing is damaging yourself even more.
10- Your mood is going to go up and down, let it. Feel whatever the hell you’re feeling.
11- It’s okay to take a few days off school for your mental health, you come first, education second.
12- Love isn’t the way media portrays it to be, there is no happily ever afters only a broken heart and damaged trust.
13- You are not your depression or anxiety. It does not define you. There is so much more to you than the mess inside your head.
14- As you get older you’ll notice more people starting to leave, let them. You never need someone who doesn’t need you.
15- You don’t have to be like her for someone to love you, the right person will love you for who you are.
16- Not everyone’s intentions are good always remember that.
17- It’s not the end of the world just because a boy left you.
18- Never wear your heart on your sleeve, unless you want to get taken for granted.
19- Get up even when you don’t want to, get in the shower, life goes on.
20- Just cry, stop being so ashamed of your emotions, let it out, if you feel like you’re needing to hold it back you’re with the wrong people.
21- Don’t push people away because you’re scared, you can’t expect everyone to come running back.
22- Friends lie, boyfriends cheat, your parents will break you, it’s all apart of life.
23- Don’t beat yourself up to much over one bad grade, you are doing the best you can.
24- If you’re waiting for your phone to light up turn it off and leave it off for awhile, your unnecessarily breaking your heart every minute that goes by without their name coming up.
25- Try not to let fear paralyse you too much. Life is about taking chances.
—  B.L letters I never sent
Breeding Time.

Hi guys! It’s Raphaëlle talking! Hope you were good to Santa this year. But in all honestly, I preferred you when you’re naughty ;)

Submission of Thunder-Banger 

Disclaimer: Smut. Breeding kink. Daddy kink. Swearing. If you are a prude, you’ll may want to scratch your eyes out.

Words : 2537


Imagine, you just got out of Belle Rêve and he wants to put a baby up your belly. 


It was 00h37 when you arrived at J’s house. Tiredness was dripping from all the pores of your skin. Escaping Belle Rêve was harder than you though it would be. At some point you even stop believing it was possible. Guards were surrounding you from everywhere, Mr J’s men were all getting killed. 

When you it was sure in your head that you were going back into your cage tonight, a helicopter came out of nowhere and drop you a rope. Holding you firmly by your waist, J hoist the both of you up to safety, bullets charging at you from everywhere. 

 The helicopter drop you off when you were in a safe perimeter. A car was waiting for you. You climbed in it while J killed the pilot. You were happy to see that he thought of bringing you clothes to changes. You went in the backseat so you had more place to change before going back in the front. You pulled down the window and pitched the orange uniform as hard as you could.

 It took 15 hours of driving before arriving at J’s house. 15 hours of driving in pure silence. He wasn’t saying a word, you weren’t either.

 When the Rover pulled up the entry of the mansion, the sun was beginning to go down, J told you to not wait for him, that he’ll be back later in the night. You didn’t ask any questions, you didn’t have the force to, and even if you had your brain wouldn’t have registered his answer. 

 You climbed off the vehicle, and went directly inside, to your room, more precisely, while you heard him putting the car on reverse and leaving the manor. Getting out of your stained blood clothes, you slipped yourself under the cover of the bed you share with J. 

 The smooth mattress under you felt so good after the year you passed slipping on the floor that you can’t help yourself: as soon as your head touch the pillow, you fell asleep. 


 You were put out of your sleep, maybe some hours later, you didn’t know, by a sticky and hot substance that was running down your cheeks. You were laying down on your side by the window, so the sticky stuff was going all over your lips. 

 Still light-headed and not really sure of what was happening, you just ran your tongue over your lips. When the viscous substance touched your taste buds, you knew exactly what it was. You opened your eyes immediately and raised yourself up. You turn yourself on the left side and come face to face with J, who had is hard-purplish meat in between is hand. 


 His torso was raising up and down in a fast speed, his eyes closed and a little smile tucking his lips softly. His boxer were only down at the middle of his thighs. Humidity was starting to make its way into your panties, but you shook your head, furious. 

 “What the fuck J!” 

 When your voice reach is ears, his blue eyes finally come into sight. 

 “What? I had blue balls for almost a year, I needed little relief.” 

 “But were you really obligated to cum on my motherfucking cheek?! I was finally having a good damn night of sleep!” You said, rage spilling out of you. 

 “I jacked off so often to your pictures that they are all ruined now.” 

 “Oh please, you’re worse than a fucking teenager.” 

 “Don’t speak like that to me. You never complained before.” 

 “J, I just spend 9 fucking months in jail sleeping on the goddamn floor. Is it too hard to ask from you to just leave me alone for one goddamn night? Just cum into your fucking pillow.” 

 Suddenly, your cheeks were caught in his right hand, putting your mouth awkwardly forward. His eyes were getting cloudy with anger. He was slowly gritting his teeth, the metal of it making a sound that gave you goosebumps all over. 

 “Listen to me you little brat. You are not allowed to speak to me on that tone. You are not allowed tell what to do with my fucking dick. If I want to mark you like a fucking dog who mark a tree by pissing on it, I’ll fucking do it. Do you understand?” He was so calm compared to his eyes, it was scary. You didn’t want to answer. 

 “ANSWER!” He screamed. 

 “Y-yes, J.” 

 “J? Wow, they really had fun with you in there, hey? So much you forget who I was. I should give you a spanking for that. But I’ll give you one more chance. Yes-who?

 You didn’t want a spanking. At least, not tonight. 

 “Yes, Daddy.” 

 He gave you a smile. You gave him one in return.

 “Good girl. Now undress and get on your hands and knees.” 

 You smile slowly faded to an uncertain look. 

 “What, but Daddy I did everything you asked!” 

 He gave you a malicious smile. He just win a hiding game he had been playing. 

 Knowing that if you didn’t do it, the consequences would’ve been worse, you did what you were told. Getting out of bed, the coldest of the room came rushing at you, making the hair of your arms raising. Your back was facing him so you couldn’t see the expression on his perfect face when you pull up your shirt, revealing your braless torso. You began to slowly slide down your burgundy velour short along with your lilac laced panties. 

 You turned on your heels, coming face to face with Mr. J, whose eyes was eating you alive. You could see the lust in them, the desire to swallow you in one shot. His cock had already took a deep red color and was able to support itself by its own. 

 Some liquid was already showing at the tip and you couldn’t help yourself at the sight: you squeezed your thighs to get some friction. Its only when you did that that you realised how wet you were. You could feel it running shamelessly down your legs. A deep shade of pink appeared and colored all of your face. You hided yourself behind your (h\c) hair. 

 “Don’t be shy baby. You weren’t before you left.” 

 You stay still. 

 “What? You became a prude in there? Your baby hole got closed up? You suck a dick to deep you busted your vocal cords?” 

 You bite your lips at his obscene words. 

 “You like that? You like thinking about another’s dick deep in your throat? Hum? You like that little slut?” 

 “I-I only like your cock, Daddy.” You affirmed. 

He show you his metal teeth. 

 “Good girl. Now on the bed. It’s time for your punishment.” 

 Without missing a beat, you go on the bed, on your hands and knees, putting your ass facing him and a little bit higher than the rest of your body, to make it seems more enticing. You can feel the bed moving under you and you know exactly that J is moving to try to get the best angle for your spanking. 

 His rough hands are suddenly touching the bare skin of you ass. A good goosebumps make all of the hair on your body raised up in excitement. You could feel the coldness of his golden bracelets travel behind his hands. 

 “You know why I am punishing you babygirl?” He ask, the roughness of his voice showing up. 

 “Because I have been a bad girl to my Daddy.” 

 “You are right baby. That little mouth of yours put you in trouble. I thought I educated you better than that.” 

 “I’m sorry Daddy…” 

 “Being sorry won’t save you baby girl.” 

 Then come the first slap. It sound echoed in the room along with my hiss. He messaged it for a while before hitting the same spot even harder. The same pattern kept going for a while: hit, massage, hit harder, hit, massage, hit harder… You were a moaning mess at the end, and you couldn’t feel your ass.

 “You can’t imagine how much I love the sight of your ass all red and ready.

 You can feel his fingers sliding down carefully towards your wet folds. You moaned when you felt his big finger splitting your lips apart to give him a better look. 

 “That’s it baby, make your little pussy cry me a river.” He said while putting a finger inside of you. 

 You could feel your walls trying to suck it in, recognising it right of the bat. Your pussy was squeezing his finger so hard that when he tried to retract it, a sound of suction could be heard. It’s like if your pussy didn’t to be left without him. 

 Of course you were used to getting something in it every day. Before getting your ass into Belle Rêve, you always had his daddy stick up your tight cunt. 

My, my, my baby, you’re so fucking tight it almost hurt!” 

 Another finger was added to the equation. You bite the sheets under you, muffling the sounds of your moans at the same time. Your daddy’s fingers were hammering inside of you. And you could hear the sound of slapping flesh all around you. 

 Suddenly, you were on your belly, face to face with him. His fingers were shot down your throat without warning, making you chocked over the surprise. You started to swirl your tongue around, the taste of your juice all over your mouth. Soon enough, his fingers were replaced by his tongue. Your wet muscle was dancing with his for a couple minutes, spit falling down of your mouth at how sloppy the kiss was. 

 "You know what baby? I think I found a better way to show people who you belong to.“ 

 ”What is it daddy?“ You asked, in a baby voice.

 His big blue eyes was on you the all time he was lowering his head so his mouth could be at the level of your ear. His fingers were moving all around your body, pinching your nipples at some point, which made you trembled. 

 ”I’m going to breed that little cunt of yours.“ He whispered. You cried out in ecstasy as your hands grabbed a hold of the covers on your bed as his ginormous cock entered your tight little pink pussy.

 You could hear his moans of pleasure as his dripping cock head pushed against the wet, tight walls of your cunt. 

 ”Fuck yeah, suck daddy’s meat with your tight little cunt. Make me feel good babygirl.“ 

 He started moving slowly inside you, breaking the tight suction of your hole around the thickness of his cock. He started to move faster as your moans begin to be louder and louder, working his cock completely in and out of your little cunt. 

 “Mm… that’s it, little pussy, grab onto my cock. Make me fuck it harder.” 

 J grunted with every thrust into your little pussy. His balls popping against your clit over and over slowly turning your pussy into a lake of wetness. Your moans turned into screams ad you knew that if anybody were to be in the house, they would perfectly heard you. 

 He dug his fingers once more into your hips, pulling you into his hard thrust. He could feel his gut twisting in pleasure inside of him. It was so good, so good. It was making his balls tighten with every stroke. He was about to breed his babygirl. 

 ”Fuck, I can’t wait to put my fucking baby inside you.“ 

 You could feel your muscle started to cramp over the movement of in and out of his meat inside of you. Sweat was dripping all over his face. You lift yourself up to wipe it with your tongue. J moaned at your action. You smiled, proud to make him feel so good. But you were rapidly pull back into the bed by his hand that was now wrapped around your tiny neck. 

 He used his grip as leverage, his cock slapping inside you harder than ever. The smell of your sweet cunt cream scented the air around him and made him go totally insane. He put every muscle he had into pushing as deep as he could into you, to push as far up into your belly as he could get and breed your little hole with his potent seed. 

 ”Oh god, daddy! You’re gonna make me cum with your long, big stick!

 Your pussy clenched down on his dick like a vice, making it close to impossible for him to withdraw. Suction noises was flying in the air as he kept pounding into you. You were still trembling underneath him. 

 You could tell he was close to cum. 

 ”C'mon you little fucking cunt. Milk me. Fuck!“ 

 When his orgasm hit he screamed. It felt like his cock was exploding inside your sucking walls, milking the incestuous seed from his swollen balls into waiting womb to breed you. He dived as deeply as he could into you. Again and again he stabbed his meat into you forcing your womb to opened up against the head of his cock. 

 “Fuckkkkk yeah… swallow it… little pussy,” he hunched his cock against your womb with every spurt. 

 “Swallow all of Daddy's… hot seed,” he grunted, shaking as he forced the head tight against your cervix and held it there, letting the last drops leak into your opening. Allowing your womb to suckle on the tip, trying to draw every drop from his potent cock. 

 “God damn… suck it… suck it,” he moaned before finally collapsing on top of you as his softening cock fell out of your pussy with an obscene slurp. 

 Your chest was falling heavily as you tried to regulate your respiration. You gently passed your hand into his green hair, kissing his temple sweetly. He raised his head that was currently burried beside your neck and kissed you slowly. 

 “You took all of Daddy’s big cock, little girl,” he murmured against your lips, pecking it once. 

 “And Daddy is really proud of his babygirl,” he pecked it once again. 

 "Nobody will ever take you away from me now.“ He said, rubbing your belly who will soon be the home of somebody else.

SF9 Reaction to their members flirting with their S/O

Request: anon: SF9 Reaction to one of their band members trying to flirt with their girlfriend

Author’s Note: (I changed it from “flirting with their girlfriend” to “flirting with their S/O” so it can apply to the non-female fans, as well!) Enjoy!

Originally posted by leesanhyuk

Inseong: tbh he’s the type to turn the whole situation into one big joke.

Inseong walked into the room to find you and Jaeyoon sitting particularly close to each other as he showed you some dumb video on his phone. He let out a loud, over exaggerated gasp as both of your heads snapped in his direction; startled by the sound. He dropped to his knees, fake crying and making his lip quiver, (like in the gif above), amplifying the dramatics by shouting,


You and Jaeyoon burst into laughter as you got up and walked over to your extra!boyfriend.

“Oh, hush you big baby,” you giggled, while playfully smacking his arm.

He then grabbed onto your leg and clung to it like a little kid begging his mom not to leave him.

“LOVE MEEEE,” he wailed, only making you and Jaeyoon laugh even harder than before.

Originally posted by ohjuho

Youngbin: He’s the type to immediately voice his disapproval, shutting the situation down then and there.

You had asked Taeyang to give you some dance lessons, hoping to improve your skills. Youngbin was already annoyed, and somewhat hurt, that you hadn’t come to him for help instead. But the final straw was when Youngbin decided to pay you a surprise visit in the middle of one of your sessions. He carefully peered through the glass window next to the door only to find Taeyang pressed flush against your body, with his hands on your hips. You could almost see the steam emitting from Youngbin’s ears as he stormed into the room and shouted,


“H-Hyung… It’s n-not wha-” Taeyang stuttered nervously.

“Save it,” Youngbin hissed before exiting the room.

That night it took you a good hour and a half to calm Youngbin down, explain to him what really took place, and how it would never happen again.

Originally posted by sf9

Jaeyoon: He’s the type to unintentionally display his emotions in his expressions.

His usual playful sass alters to a purely bitter attitude as he watches you and Inseong giggle at the funny cartoons he was drawing. He won’t necessarily speak up about what’s bothering him, but he doesn’t need to. One glance at him, and his body language mixed with his facial expression tells you exactly how he’s feeling. He also becomes very curt with his replies.

“Babe, look at what Inseong made! Isn’t it hilarious?” you ask, on the verge of tears from laughing so hard.

“Mhmm,” he mutters in a very low, almost inaudible voice.

It doesn’t take very long for you to notice your usually hyper and enthusiastic boyfriend to be moping around; not uttering a single word. Thankfully, prolongued grudges have never been an issue in your relationship. A few bats of your eyelashes along with some pecks on the cheek, and all is forgiven.

Originally posted by sf9

Dawon: This guy… He’s an even more dramatic version of Inseong.

You’re sitting on the couch next to Zuho as he reads you some new lyrics he’s come up with. He’s spittin’ fire as you’re nodding your head to his rap; feelin’ it just as much as he is. He ends the song with a smirk on his face as you bounce up and down in place, clapping your hands, and praising him on his new composition. Your bouncing gets a little out of hand when suddenly your foot stomps down on Zuho’s, causing him to double over in pain. You felt horrible and slid closer to him, rubbing your hand up and down his back hoping to soothe him, while bending over and apologizing relentlessly. Just as Zuho was about to speak up, he was cut off.

“OH, IM SORRY! DID I INTERRUPT SOMETHING?” Dawon shouts from the doorway of the living room.

Both yours and Zuho’s heads shoot up to find Dawon staring at the two of you, eyebrows knitted, trying to put on his best angry face.

“ZUHO, MOVE AWAY FROM Y/N BEFORE I BREAK THAT PRECIOUS LITTLE NOSE OF YOURS” he roars, as he playfully stomps over to you, grabbing your hand.

He yanks you up, (not hard enough to hurt you), and drags you out of the room with him, stopping twice to shoot Zuho his best “warning” look, (as shown in the gif above), causing an uproar of giggles from both you, and Zuho.

Originally posted by ksjinie

Zuho: He’s the type to immediately shut down; giving you the cold shoulder.

Zuho watched from afar as Youngbin showed you blooper cuts from their dance practice filming. He couldn’t help the glare on his face as he observed you and Youngbin, falling all over each other as your limbs grew weak due to extensive laughter. He slouched in his chair, sulking as he pulled out his phone to play with, trying to distract himself. Everytime he heard your cackle echo through the room, it sent waves of anger and annoyance rippling through him. Even when the two of you were finally alone, he was completely quiet, blatantly ignoring you, as you had done to him earlier. It wasn’t until you begged him to talk to you that he quietly whispered under his breath,

“Why don’t you go hang out with Youngbin?”

You felt a little guilty as you realized you had completely ignored your boyfriend all day to hang out with his best friend. You apologized and wrapped your arms around his torso, nuzzling your face into his chest. You felt him let out a sigh as his body relaxed due to your embrace, while he mumbled,

“I forgive you.”

Originally posted by hwiyoungs

Rowoon: Like Youngbin, he’s the type to take matters into his own hands.

Rowoon made his way into the practice room in hopes of finding you. He left you alone for two minutes, and when he came back, you were no where to be found. Just as he opened the door, your laughter erupted throughout the room, causing his heartbeat to increase and a smile to make it’s way onto his face. You were sprawled out on the floor, and Dawon was standing in front of you, doing some of his famous impersonations. Rowoon skipped over to you and opened his arms for a hug, only to be ignored by you, as Dawon put on yet another funny face. The smile was wiped clear off his face as you hardly even acknowledged his presence. Jealousy boiled inside of him as he watched your attention remain on Dawon.

“Yeah, well, I can do that, too!” he spoke up, coming out more whiney than he intended.

He desperately tried to mimic the facial expressions and funny voice Dawon had just done, but it was so bad it was laughable; and he knew it, too.

You let out a small giggle as you told him, “Keep your day job, babe,” focusing your attention back onto Dawon.

Not knowing what else to do, he bent down and scooped you up in his arms. He ignored the protests coming from both you and Dawon, and walked right out the door. You knew from the get go that he was jealous, but you wanted to see how far you could take it. Upon telling him that, he was a mixture of both embarrassed, and jokingly annoyed; playfully scolding you.

Originally posted by my-sensationalfeeling9

Taeyang: Can someone say petty?

Taeyang woke up from his nap dazed and confused. When he fell asleep, you were lying peacefully in his arms; but now, the spot beside him was empty. The sound of “Roar” playing softly through the stereo system caught his attention as he stood up from his bed. He peered his head into the kitchen, and let out a sigh of annoyance as he watched you and Rowoon laugh while wiping batter on each others faces. He rolled his eyes before walking into the kitchen; letting out a big yawn and scratching his head.

“Look who’s finally up,” you cheered upon seeing your boyfriend’s presence, “Rowoon and I got bored, so we decided to bake a cake.”

“It looks like most of it’s on your face…” he stated, while wrapping his arms around your waist, and resting his head on the back of your shoulder; shooting daggers towards Rowoon, who didn’t seem to notice.

You giggled at his remark and explained to him the reasoning behind the mess, but he didn’t hear any of it. He was too focused on glaring at his friend. The rest of the time you and Rowoon spent baking the cake, Taeyang was right there, joined at your hip… literally… There wasn’t a moment he didn’t have at least one of his hands on you. And from then on, he made a mental note never to leave you alone with Rowoon.

Originally posted by feelsensational

Hwiyoung: Similar to Rowoon, he’ll disrupt any kind of situation he doesn’t like.

Hwiyoung had invited you over to the dorm to hang out for a little after practice. He had gotten first dibs on showering, and told you to hang tight while he washed up. He got out of the shower, and was changing into some comfy clothes when he heard you laughing from the living room. He smiled to himself upon hearing your sweet sound ring throughout the house, and hurriedly finished getting dressed so he could go and see what was so funny. His expression quickly changed to one of annoyance as he watched you chuckle at Chani making his famous duck sounds.

“Teach me, teach me!” you begged him, as you clapped your hands together.

“Chani your turn to shower!” Hwiyoung shouted as he walked into the room, grabbing your hand.

“But Inseong just got in the shower…?” he questioned, furrowing his eyebrows at the older boy.

Hwiyoung pulled you up from the couch and guided you in the direction of his bedroom - away from Chani.

“Oh did he?” Hwiyoung shouted back at Chani, as he walked hand in hand with you, out of sight.

Originally posted by feelsensational

Chani: Chani’s a lot like Taeyang when he’s jealous, in the sense that he gets very clingy, and slightly possessive.

You texted your boyfriend letting him know you were at the dorm; wondering where he was. He immediately replied, apologizing and telling you that his practice with Taeyang and Youngbin had run a little longer than expected, and that he’d be there as soon as he could. 30 minutes later, Chani walked through the front door, giddy at the thought of seeing you. He made his way into the den, but stopped dead in his tracks, immediately clenching his fists at the sight in front of him. You and Hwiyoung were sitting awfully close to one another as the two of you stared at the same piece of paper. Hwiyoung had his arm around your shoulder, and that alone made Chani’s insides boil with jealousy. He took a deep breath before strolling into the room.

“Hey, whatcha guys doin?” he asked in the calmest voice possible. Hwiyoung immediately retracted his arm at the sight on his younger bandmate, who he wasn’t aware was back already. Chani took a seat right beside you, kissing your cheek, and wrapping his arm around your waist protectively.

“Hey, babe! Hwiyoung asked me to help him with his English, so I figured I’d tutor him for a bit while I waited for you. We’re almost done with the lesson if you wanna go shower real fast? You’re kinda smelly,” you laughed, jokingly leaning away from him while scrunching your nose.

His hold on you tightened a little as you leaned against Hwiyoung, pulling you back towards him.

“Nah, it’s alright. I could use a little studying, as well. I’ll just stay here until you’re done,” he replied, giving you a little smile, and another peck on the cheek.

Once you turned away, he glared at Hwiyoung, mentally vowing to never leave you alone with him ever again.

i keep meaning to make meaningful posts about other characters than just raven and murphy (and emori) right now, but i honestly can’t bring myself to do that because these two took over my heart in a way that people should’ve warned me about and i can’t escape these feelings. so, since i can’t talk about anyone else I’ve been re-watching their last scene and… i cant help but wonder how much murphy had to think about the way his and raven’s positions have switched and it’s her now who is going to die alone (up in space) - something he always dreaded - and him who is going to survive with the others.

its pretty interesting to me, because when murphy comes face to face with what raven is up to we get a very deliberate process of how he gets to that information, with the camera revealing all important pieces he needs before he even talks to her

its a pretty rough reveal in my opinion, because murphy didn’t see this coming, but now he stands there and sees raven work next to a not-real-body that wears a spacesuit… (you know, the same dummy we have seen in becca’s office that murphy was in when he repeated luna’s words to himself after his fight with raven - episode 6). he is aware of her hallucinations/interactions, but there is also the fact that he doesn’t see anyone else around her.

even at the height of the playfulness that comes with her line “tell them i floated myself” and raven hugging him goodbye it’s just a deeper hit into the heart, because again… raven chooses death and she is going to die alone.

and when he leaves he looks back


and it just hits me how symbolic the “don’t want to die alone” theme was for murphy the whole time and how now it’s raven who spirals right into it. i hope i’m not wrong about this, but i truly believe that raven’s friends will come back for her. she said it. my bibi is too awesome to leave behind. and knowing how much murphy cares for her makes me want to cry even harder.

Smut hoe is back? *temporarily*


I’ve been working on this fic for like ever. and I never finished it.  And tonight  decided to. The *smutty* part isnt that good but whatever. I did it.

“Bottled up”

You x Jackson Wang (GOT7) 

Feat best friend Bam Bam (non-sexual friendship)

Rated M 


One Shot.

*Disclaimer*: If you dont like smut dont read it.  Just dont do it. 

“You didn’t have to pay for my flight! What the hell Bam!” You yelled on the phone with your best friend Bam Bam.  You had discovered a notification in your email that your round trip to Thailand was booked. Only you didn’t book anything yet.

“Just think of it as a late birthday present,” He said laughing.” “I can afford it love.”

“Yeah but you know I’ve been saving up to come to Thailand! I got the money silly.”

“Use it to go shopping!” He said, chuckling in the phone.  You hated when Bam Bam paid for you. Especially because you work.  Sure he was your best friend and an idol, but you didn’t want to use him for his money. Your eyes rolled. You wanted to make it up to him but had no idea how. The boy had everything. He was the fashion king so you couldn’t buy him a new outfit. He’s already ahead of the fashion game.

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Breaking out my baby

Imagine where the reader gets thrown in Arkham when Jerome is killed,since she was crying over his dead body and Jim saw this as an opportunity to arrest her.So when Jerome returns he goes to save her,finding her completely insane from being tortured


“No. Jerome please don’t leave me! No!” I sob over his body as blood pokes from his mouth and neck.

I’m numb to anything around me I don’t even notice Jim Gordon placing handcuffs on me and my hands behind my back. “(Y/n) (l/n) you’re under arrest.” I sob harder as they place me into the car and drive me to the station.

I don’t stop crying there. I never stopped. Not even they threw me in Arkham, strapped my to the bed, injected me with drugs, or fried my brains. I never stopped till one day where the screams turned into laughter.

I went from crying to laughing. Making a joke out of my pain. It’s an addiction I can’t stop. Laughter is…my escape. Laughter is my freedom.

I sit in my cell reading a book and sipping my coffee when a nurse comes in with a needle. “That time again? Oh alright then! Go ahead! Stickme baby!” I cackle and jump off the bed next to her holding out my arm.

She flinches as I get closer. “Ah you’re new! Well WELCOME! My name is (y/n)! Say…would you do me a favor?” She’s so taken over by fear she can’t move. “Awww honey! No need to be scared! What do you say you get me out of here and we can go shopping, get our nails done, maybe go get some sweets! Oh doesn’t that sound fun?!” I reach for the needle and snatch it from here quickly stabbing it into her neck.

She falls to the ground and I run out of the cell. I laugh as guards left and right race to get me. “YOU CAN’T CATCH ME!” I yell laughing. I turn the corner and see a door with a silver handle. “Oh shiny!” I grasp the handle hoping it would open the door but it doesn’t budge.

I turn around to see the guards with annoyed looks. I sigh and hold my wrists out. “Off to treatment we go.” They take me to the shock room where they strap me down and fry my brains, but honestly it makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

I cackle as my hairs stand up. “Come on Doc oh hit me one more time!” He rolls his eyes and turns the electricity up. “Crazy bitch.”

I was placed in solitary confinement, but I didn’t mind. They gave me paper and markers to keep my occupied, but as I was coloring a picture of a flower gunshots are heard and screams fill the air.

Jerome POV:

I shoot the guards as they run up to me. I hit one in the face with the butt of the gun and look down at him laughing. “Where is she?”

(Y/n) POV:

Move shots and screams continue through the entire asylum. I don’t think too much of it until I hear a laugh. A adorable laugh that I know matches a even more adorable smile.

I stand up and go to the door and look out the window seeing a smoked up hallway. The laugh gets closer and loud footsteps a sound. I start bouncing on the padded floor in excitement.

I’ve heard rumors about it. Villains being reborn, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up. I see a flash of red hair and bang on the door


He turns to look at me and smiles. He motions for me to back up and I do as told moving away from the door.

In seconds it’s blown open and I’m in his arms. I look up to see his face is lined in staples and he’s got a permanent smile scared into his skin. He moves my hair out of the way and looks at the scars on my body. “Oh doll what have they done to you?” I giggle and kiss him. “Nothing I couldn’t handle J. I’m free. Now let’s get out of here.”

We run down the hallways free, laughing, and shooting anything in sight. It’s good to be free.

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Originally posted by kittycheshirestuff

Because You’re Wonderful

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Note: I really need to focus on the upcoming write a thon but I wanted to write something small for you guys because I am so grateful that you are all being so kind and supporting #bekindtowriters!

Warnings: self hatred

Word Count: 700

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @rottwat @iamgrayfox 

Originally posted by thatgirlwhosalwayssinging

You groan and slam your bedroom door shut behind you as you sink down to the floor. Your cradle your head in your hands and pull your knees up to your chest as the tears start to flow freely. 

All day everything just kept getting worse, you got stuck in traffic and ended up late to work, your boss then yelled at you calling you incompetent despite your explanation and to top it all off your computer broke down and put you a day behind in work, earning you another lecture from your boss. 

When you hear a knock on the bedroom door you jump, you didn’t realize Lin was home when you stormed in and slammed the door shut. 

“Y/N, babe can I come in?” Lin asks from the other side of the door. You take a deep breath, wiping the tears away from your eyes before you answer. 

“Yeah” you mumble, loud enough for you to hear. 

You can’t figure out how the hell you were ever good enough for a man like Lin. A man who spends his time trying to make the world a better place, producing incredible pieces of art while you can’t even get to work on time and do your job like you’re supposed to. 

As Lin carefully makes his way into the room and comes to sit next to you, draping his arm around your shoulders the horrible words your boss yelled at you earlier swim around in your head.

You don’t notice that you’ve started to cry even harder until Lin pulls you tight against him and kisses your head. 

“Shh, don’t cry baby. I hate seeing my perfect wife so upset” he says gently, rubbing a hand down your arm. You clutch onto his sleeve as you try to calm your breathing down, focusing on taking slow and deep breaths. “What happened today?” He asks. 

“I-I was late to work… and then my boss kept screaming at me. He told me I was incompetent, stupid, hopeless… he’s right, he’s right” You sob, the tears once again falling fast down your face. 

He takes a sharp breath and tucks your head under his chin, holding you tight against his body as he presses soft kisses to your head. 

“No baby, you are none of those things. You are amazing, I could spend years trying to find the right words to describe you and I still wouldn’t be able to come up with anything. You are incredible and everyone that know’s you is lucky to have you in their life” he says, his voice soothing and calm. 

You can’t help the blush that flushes to your cheeks as he speaks, not knowing what to say to a compliment like that. You’ve been in love with Lin for years, and still he is able to make you blush like crazy with just his words. You don’t know how he see’s you the way he does, you don’t even know how to see yourself the same way. 

“I don’t deserve you Lin” You mutter. He chuckles as he rests his hand under your chin and gently tilts your head up to look at him. 

“You deserve the world” He says softly. 

“But why? I can’t even do my job right” you explain but he presses a finger against your lips. 

“Because you’re wonderful. You are special and kind, always considerate of everyone around you. I wish I could give you everything you deserve” He says.

You smile at his words, a small laugh bursts from your throat and he grins down at you. 

“There’s that smile I fell in love with” he says, softly stroking your cheek. 

“I love you so much Lin” You whisper, as you hold onto him tight. He keeps his grip on you strong as you finally start to relax. 

All his words flowing through you and cancelling out everything your boss yelled at you earlier. You feel safe and loved with his arms around you, you feel like nothing bad can get to you when he’s here for you. 

“I love you too Y/N, more than you know” he whispers.

How to write an AP World DBQ

Each AP History class has slightly different DBQ rules. The average score for the DBQ is a 2 out of 9 which is bad for how easy the essay is. In my opinion, it’s the easiest essay. You have to know how to write it but you don’t need to know any actual history. Last year I didn’t even know the topic and I ended up doing well enough. Make it your strength. One good essay is key. This essay is a pain to write but it’s easy when you know what you’re doing. 

During the reading time

  • Read the question and rewrite exactly what it’s asking. This sounds stupid but it really helps. It’s super easy to answer the wrong question. Make sure your essay talks about the question. 
  • Take small notes about each document as you go, use easy words like positive, negative, social, political, economic, ect. You won’t know the groupings until you finish all the documents so it’s nice to have a few quick options. 
  • After you read them for the first time, you probably have a better idea of your groups. Make sure you have three groupings. Make sure the groups answer the question. Go back and take note of what group each document is in. 
  • Circle the author or the thing next to the author saying who they are. You’re going to need to notice this. 
  • Underline a quote or a line. Just use that for your paper. Don’t try to reread the whole thing every single time. 
  • Write your thesis. Write it. Seriously. It makes for an easier start. 
  • Typically I like to have my groupings on the front of the paper, just a header with the numbers. It makes it quicker. 

Writing it

  • Start by writing the document numbers on the front page of the documents. Cross each number out as you use that document. It’s the easiest way to keep track. You need to use all the documents or all but one. Make sure you don’t lose points on this. 
  • Write a strong thesis. The thesis is worth one point. Make sure it’s good. You don’t even need an intro paragraph. Just write the thesis and move on. Three part thesis works best. It gives you structure.
  • Try to use every document. If there is one you don’t understand, ignore it. Otherwise, at least make an attempt. Use the word perhaps! Perhaps isn’t absolute so it can’t really be wrong. 
  • You only need to identify bias for three sources but try to identify bias for all of them. It can be as simple as “they worked for the government thus they support it as they want power and a job.” 
  • Don’t use the word document. Use the author’s name or the document’s title. Example: “Document two says that the French revolution was a total failure” is not a good sentence. Instead say something like “DeGaulle believed that France was dishonored in World War II(Doc 4).”
  • Do put (Doc 1) at the end of the sentence where you reference the document. Just do it. The graders want to see it. It’s also easy to look back and check that you used all the documents
  • I have always been told to not quote the documents. Paraphrase them. Use at most ten words. Analyze the words don’t just use them. 
  • You have to include a sentence or two about a document that should be there and tell why. If the topic is imperialism or Europe generally taking over the world, just say the voice of a native because they are the other side of the story. BS this part. Pick a voice that should be heard on the topic. It’s just going to be BS. Make it simple. But make sure you have this! It’s one point, it’s important. Do it first thing or do it last thing. DON’T FORGET ABOUT IT. Basically, it’s a point of view thing. What other point of view should you have to completely understand the issue?
  • You’re going to get bored and lazy. You don’t need a conclusion or an intro. For an intro, just a thesis works. For a conclusion, just scribble more BS down or just restate your thesis. 

Other helpful tips(with some help from my friends)

  • Don’t cry even though you will want to
  • Make inferences. Doesn’t have to be right, just sound right. 
  • The essay is long and dull. Just treat it as a marathon(because honestly with the three essays, it is). Keep a steady pace. You have time but not too much time. 
  • Honestly, take your time. Your other essays can write. You probably don’t know much about the other prompts. Make sure you have all the points for the DBQ before moving on to the harder essays. 
  • Believe in yourself. Believe you can do it. Trust yourself to do it right and do it well
  • Make sure your handwriting is rather legible. 
  • You have to write in black pen. Be comfortable with writing in pen. 
  • Am I missing anything?
Bruises Masterlist

Graphic by the amazing @marvel-ash​ !

Anyone who can touch you can hurt you or heal you

Seeing bruises on his baby sister’s body is driving Tony Stark crazy. When she tries to deny way too quickly that her violent jerk boyfriend hit her once again, he immediately deduce that she’s lying. He helps her to rebuild her life when she breaks up with him and also think of introduce her to his Avengers fellows (and let’s be honest maybe set her up with one of them) in order to move on with her life.

Warnings : Swearing, ansgt, fluff, smut, mentions of violence, domestic violence, mentions of blood, physical and mental violence, change of POV. Individual warnings will be add on each part.

Part 1 : Three o'clock in the morning it’s quiet and there’s no one around

Part 2 : We share the same last name and the same color eyes

Part 3 : Her bruises and cuts confuse my mind it seems she has left herself behind

Part 4 : My thoughts are empty I feel like I have no story

Part 5 : He’s drunk again, it’s time to fight she must have done something wrong tonight it’s time to run when you see him clenching his hands

Part 6 : Looking at you makes it harder

Part 7 : I’ve never seen someone with eyes that blue

Part 8 : I’ve never been in love before, but I know I’m not supposed to feel like this 

Part 9 : You cry alone and then he swears he loves you

Domestic violence is not normal, don’t let that happen even once because it’ll happen again, run away or go to the police or call special numbers for domestic violence.



They​ ​had​ ​been​ ​out​ ​in​ ​space​ ​for​ ​months​ ​and​ ​it​ ​was​ ​only​ ​the​ ​beginning​ ​when​ ​Allura​ ​would​ ​raise​ ​the​ ​alarm​ ​testing​ ​their​ ​speed.​ ​An alarm​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​blue​ ​wasn't​ ​unusual​ ​but​ ​it​ ​was​ ​still​ ​a​ ​shock.​ ​Which​ ​was​ ​why​ ​the​ ​Paladins​ ​were​ ​now​ ​in​ ​the​ ​control​ ​room​ ​in​ ​their​ ​pajamas​ ​all except​ ​for​ ​Lance​ ​who​ ​compared​ ​to​ ​the​ ​first​ ​run​ ​was​ ​in​ ​full​ ​Armor​ ​ready​ ​to​ ​go.​ ​“Allura​ ​what’s​ ​going​ ​on?”​ ​she​ ​raises​ ​an​ ​eyebrow​ ​at​ ​Shiro​ ​“​ ​I should​ ​be​ ​asking​ ​you​ ​that.​ ​What​ ​happened​ ​yesterday​ ​was​ ​unacceptable​ ​after​ ​forming​ ​Voltron​ ​for​ ​so​ ​long​ ​why​ ​couldn’t​ ​you​ ​now?”​ ​None​ ​of​ ​them answered​ ​surreptitiously​ ​glancing​ ​at​ ​Lance​ ​who​ ​was​ ​standing​ ​tense.​ ​

Allura​ ​notices,​ ​she​ ​always​ ​does,​ ​“Lance​ ​what​ ​did​ ​you​ ​do”​ ​He​ ​looked​ ​up​ ​at her​ ​shocked​ ​“Me?”​ ​​ ​“I​ ​mean​ ​it’s​ ​obvious​ ​everyone’s​ ​looking​ ​at​ ​you​ ​what​ ​did​ ​you​ ​do?’​ ​His​ ​heart​ ​sunk​ ​he​ ​was​ ​trying​ ​so​ ​hard​ ​to​ ​be​ ​good​ ​“I​ ​didn’t do​ ​anything​ ​I’ve​ ​been​ ​good…”​ ​His​ ​voice​ ​breaks​ ​and​ ​he​ ​quickly​ ​glances​ ​at​ ​the​ ​Alphas​ ​neither​ ​of​ ​them​ ​give​ ​him​ ​any​ ​confirmation​ ​that​ ​he​ ​has been.​ ​Pidge​ ​and​ ​Hunk​ ​fidget​ ​“He​ ​didn’t​ ​do​ ​anything​ ​Princess,​ ​he’s​ ​been​ ​good​ ​ol’​ ​Lance.​ ​If​ ​anything​ ​it's​ ​Shiro​ ​and​ ​Keith.”​ ​Keith​ ​gives​ ​the Yellow​ ​Paladin​ ​a​ ​sharp​ ​look​ ​“Me?​ ​I’ve​ ​done​ ​nothing”​ ​

Pidge​ ​rounds​ ​on​ ​him all her pent up frustration​ finally exploding​“Thats’​ ​exactly​ ​it​ ​you’ve​ ​both​ ​done,​ ​nothing.​ ​And​ ​as​ ​much​ ​as​ ​you​ ​want to​ ​deny​ ​it​ ​Keith​ ​we’re​ ​a​ ​pack​ ​and​ ​what​ ​you​ ​did​ ​what​ ​you​ ​both​ ​did​ ​was​ ​super​ ​fucked.”​ ​Lance​ ​looks​ ​panicked​ ​“Don’t​ ​fight”​ ​Hes​ ​not​ ​heard​ ​the argument​ ​already​ ​escalating​ ​​ ​“As​ ​if​ ​you​ ​two​ are​ ​any​ ​better​ ​you​ ​took​ ​apart​ his ​burrow.”​ ​​ ​This​ ​is​ ​news​ ​to​ ​Lance​ ​and​ ​he​ ​jerks​ ​looking​ ​at​ ​them.​​ ​They​ ​really​ ​didn’t​ ​want​ ​him​ ​here​ ​did​ ​they?​ ​All​ ​this​ ​time​ ​hes​ ​been​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​help​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​get​ ​things​ ​back​ ​to the​ ​way​ ​it​ ​was,​ ​was​ ​useless.​ ​He​ ​could​ ​laugh​ ​but​ ​that​ ​would​ ​just​ ​make​ ​him​ ​cry.​ ​He​ ​settles​ ​for​ ​an​ ​uneasy​ ​chuckle​ ​which​ ​is​ ​much​ ​more​ ​jarring than​ ​anything​ ​he​ ​could​ ​have​ ​done.​ ​“We​ ​need​ ​our​ ​blankets​ ​back​ ​Lance​ ​sorry​ ​we​ ​didn’t​ ​tell​ ​you.”​ ​​ ​He​ ​shakes​ ​his​ ​head​ ​and​ ​grins​ ​the​ ​fakest​ ​grin​ ​you could​ ​imagine​ ​even​ ​a​ ​baby​ ​could​ ​see​ ​that.​ ​“No​ ​sweat​ ​guys​ ​I​ ​shouldn’t​ ​have​ ​taken​ ​them​ ​in​ ​the​ ​first​ ​place.”​ ​He​ ​looks​ ​at​ ​the​ ​Princess​ ​an​ ​odd​ ​glint in​ ​his​ ​eye.​ ​“I’m​ ​sorry​ ​It​ ​is​ ​my​ ​fault,​ ​I’ll​ ​work​ ​harder​ ​I​ ​promise​ ​next​ ​fight​ ​we’ll​ ​form​ ​Voltron.”​ ​​ ​She​ ​doesn’t​ ​look​ ​convinced​ ​maybe​ ​even​ ​more confused​ ​than​ ​she​ ​was​ ​when than before​ ​the​ ​fight​ ​started.​ ​“Now​ ​if​ ​you​ ​don’t​ ​mind,​ ​I’m​ ​going​ ​to​ ​catch​ ​up​ ​on​ ​my​ ​beauty​ ​sleep.​ ​You​ ​don’t​ ​get​ ​sexiest​ ​man​ ​of the​ ​year​ staying awake all the time.​ ​​ ​And​ ​hes​ ​walking​ ​out​ ​as​ ​cocky​ ​as​ ​only​ ​Lance​ ​could​ ​pull​ ​off. 

hold onto this lullaby

both @dexydex and @pugglemuggle asked for nurseydex in nursey’s pov, so here’s some nursey angst please protect this boy (ao3)

Nursey wakes up to a cool, empty bed and immediately wants to die.

Because, unless the night before had been a dream (a really great, amazing, vivid dream), he was almost certain that he had fallen asleep with Dex curled against him, warm and gentle and kiss-drunk, both of them giggly from delight over shared feelings and exhaustion.

But he was all alone now, Dex’s shoes and bag vanished from where they had been abandoned the night before, no sign that he had ever really been there at all, and Nursey felt the immense, suffocating pressure of his anxiety hit him.

What if he hadn’t meant any of it what if he realized it was a mistake what if he never wants to speak to me again what if what if what if-

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Me trying to stop myself from adding another ship into my Armada
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Them:</b> *doing something ship worthy together*<p/><b>Me:</b> *trying not start shipping* Ok, that's cute, but I don't need to ship them<p/><b>Them:</b> *doing more ship worthy things together*<p/><b>Me:</b> *trying harder to not start shipping* Th-they're just.. Friends.. That's normal for friends helping each other and-<p/><b>Then:</b> *Do even MORE things together*<p/><b>Me:</b> *giving my best* I don't need to I don't ne-<p/><b>Them:</b> *DO SOMETHING THAT MAKES THEM NEARLY HALF CANON*<p/><b>Me:</b> I... I...<p/><b>Me:</b> <p/><b>Me:</b> *crying and searching for the ship* I was too weak.. Again..<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
Happy Birthday Tony

Tonys birthday was never anything special. He was pretty sure that he had a few good ones when he was a kid. But he remembers not getting any presents, because he already had everything. Or so his father always told him when he asked for a present, once.

But he had Jarvis and sometimes even Peggy there. So that was good.

After his parents died, Tony didn’t want to celebrate his birthday anyway. So he wasn’t mad when Rhodey didn’t plan a party for him. It was enough for him to cuddle with Rhodey and eat cold pizza.

When he was in a relationship with Pepper, she asked if he wanted to do something special on his birthday. Tony wasn’t sure what you would want to do on a birthday, so he told her he would just …work. Like always.

He can’t help the pain around his heart. It would be nice if someone would do something for him anyway.

He knows that he has no right to be this bitter. He could say something and Pepper and Rhodey would buy him the world. He loves them and he knows they love him, too.

Then came the Avengers in his tower and Tony secretly hopes they would throw a party for him. He had spent months of works for their birthday presents, so he was excited to see what he would get.

His last birthday with the avengers were unimportant. There was always an ultron, civil war or Loki. But now they had peace for almost two months. So he cant wait to see his friends.

The civil war was hard the first month but now he is glad that the team is back. He also met the guardians a few months ago and liked them as well. So yeah he was pretty happy.

Maybe this would be his first birthday that he actually liked!

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Request by: @diving-down-to-wonderland 

Summary Request (Paraphrased) : Where you’re dating Bucky Barnes and sometimes you work at home, and you’re wearing glasses and Bucky thinks it’s totally hot. So he makes compliments and stuff all the time and he also starts kissing you, trying to get you yo have some “alone time” with him and after a while you give in and have some fun time in bed?

Warnings: Fluffy, and a little smutty at the end. 

A/N: This is my first ever fanfic request, so I’d like to thank the lovely lady who wrote this in this morning. I hope it meets your expectations. <3 I’d like to thank all of my new subscribers that I’ve gotten overnight. I can’t believe how many notes I got on my first reader insert fic, it’s crazy to me. Also, I probably won’t reply to the request submissions, so if I don’t reply chances are I’m working on it and don’t want to lose the request. Thanks again for all the support, loves. 

     So. Much. Paperwork.

           Not to get it wrong, you loved your job. You loved working with the Avengers, and of course you loved working close to the man you loved, Bucky Barnes.  

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• pairing: kim taehyung x oc / kim seokjin x oc
• genre/warnings: angst, adultery, mature themes, sexual talk
• words: 7,740
→ summary: what happens when Taehyung falls for someone who’s already taken? Can he control his feelings or will they take over and render him powerless? In the end is it all her fault or his…?
• note. inspired by Dean’s album 130: trbl

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Wrong Move // Ji Hansol


the prompt: I notice you have no Hansol stories so I’m here to request one in honor of my baby (that will hopefully debut soon!!!) could I get one where his mother was super greedy so a witch cursed her first born (hansol) with gold touch? It’s really hard for him (obvs) but it’s even harder when he meets that pretty girl in the market place that he just wants to hold hands with. A little fluff but a lot of angst I want the ending to make me cry lol

words: 3006

category: lil fluff + lotta angst

author note: i hope this makes you cry like you wanted :’) i love hansol so much i’m glad i have that doctor!hansol fluff coming up bc otherwise this would be too cruel. i’m so proud of this i wrote it in only a few hours and managed to do 3k words bless

- destinee

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Midnight memories

Picture is not mine!

Warnings: Smut

Harry’s POV

It’s already past midnight and I still can’t sleep. My thoughts are all about her. Somehow, she has managed making her way into my mind and conquering my whole heart. All I do is constantly thinking about her. Every day, every night. Since the day she moved into my house. I think I shouldn’t have fallen in love with her. She’s a family member after all. My cousin.

She was allowed to spend her holidays with us since we haven’t seen her or her family for years. She lives in the US and my family and I live in England. My mum has been very excited to see her and she couldn’t even stop talking about her for at least a week.

While (Y/N) is probably sleeping peacefully in our guest room, I’m tossing and turning around in my bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. I still remember how her lips felt against mine as she leant forward to kiss me a few days ago. So gentle and so soft. I’m longing for her from that moment on. I’m yearning for more. I’m yearning for her touch, to feel her body against mine. I’m longing for her kiss. There are so many different things that I want to do with her.  I want to show her my love.

But it’s very hard with my mum around. She nearly caught us kissing. So I preferred to be more cautious around her, but you can’t miss the loving glances from (Y/N) that I receive whenever I’m around her. Sometimes, it feels even harder for me not to throw her onto the couch and be as much as close to her that I can because I struggle with fear that we could be caught.

I throw my blanket away from my body and stay up. I cannot take it anymore. I need to be with her. Now.

With excitement rushing through every part of my body and my stomach fluttering with thousand little butterflies, I sneak out of my bedroom. Just the thought of touching her again makes me going wild.

I’m taking a moment to make sure that my mum is not around. She is used to have drink at night but for my luck she’s really not around. With slow and quiet steps, I go down the stairs. My hands are a bit sweaty and my heart, damn my heart feely heavy in my chest.

“Calm down, Harry.” I try to relax. I’m standing in front of the guestroom now and only the white door is between me and (Y/N). It’s the last hurdle I have to deal with to be with her. I take a deep breath and my shaky hand opens the door.

The whole room is illuminated by moonlight. It’s beautiful. My eyes wander to the spot under the window where huge bed is placed there. And there she is!

She looks so innocent and pure while she’s sleeping and with the moonlight lighting her face, she looks more like an angel. Her hair is glittering and I want to run my fingers through her soft and silky strands of hair. I slowly go toward the bed and sit down beside her, watching her chest lifting and falling as she inhales and exhales. Stretching out my hand, I gently caress her cheek. So soft.

And I bend down to her face, my lips brushing hers because I cannot restrain myself. So, I’m kissing her until she wakes up. After a short time, I feel her moving beneath me and her lips responding my kiss. Her hands cup my cheeks and a deep moan escapes my throat. I missed her so much.

She opens her beautiful and mesmerizing eyes which are shining like stars. The sight overwhelms me and if I stood on my feet, I can guarantee that I would collapse to the ground. My legs feel like jelly. Even when she sleeps she looks perfect.

Her skin smells like cherries and apricot. My favorite scent on her. She smiles at me sleepily.

“Harry.” She mumbles. “Am I dreaming or are you really here?”

“What do you think, love?” I answer, kissing her lips again. This time she laughs quietly.

“Did you miss me so much?” I nod with my head as an answer, leaning down again to capture her lips with mine. I can’t keep my hands off of her. I am addicted to her. She is the best thing that happened to me.

She clasps her hands around my neck, pulling me firmly to her body. I don’t mind it at all. As long as I am with her I’m willing to take everything she has to offer to me. Her tiny hands try to strap my t-shirt off of my head and I’m helping her. She observes my naked torso, her fingertips gliding slowly along my back, causing goose bumps on my skin. Laying her other hand between my chest, she mouths “I’m so in love with you, Harry. Please keep me in your heart. Keep me safe in here.”

Happiness and love wash over my face. I was dying to hear these words from her sweet lips. Now that I have what I wanted, I’m more than happy. She loves me back and that’s all I can ask for.

We kiss each other again, I can’t t get enough of it, and while we do so, my hand sneaks under her top, stroking her belly. Her muscles tense under my touch and my lips curl up into a smile. Her breathing increases the closer I let my hand wander up to her breasts. For my luck, she wears no bra. I cup one breast, gently squeezing it. She sighs into my mouth, pressing her body against mine.

I take her nipple between my thump and pointer finger, pinching it carefully. I don’t want to hurt (Y/N) while I try to show her how much I adore and admire her. “Harry…” She whimpers. A sweet sound ringing in my ears.

She tries to get rid off of her top and I help her taking it off. I’ve never seen her naked before, it’s my first time and my eyes widen as they glance at her breasts. They’re so full and so beautifully shaped. I want to take off her pants too but I’m not sure. However, the way she looks at me confirms her permission for me to slip it off.

(Y/N) sits confidently in front of me, not  even showing a slight trace of shyness or nervousness. Instead, she hugs me and I feel her breath on my ear.

“I’m all yours, Harry. Do whatever you want to do with me.”

I want to, I really want to but I don’t know if it is the right thing. I don’t want to rush into things nor do I want to put her under pressure. She means so much to me.

“What’s wrong, Harry?” She asks as she realizes the uncertainty in my eyes. “Is everything alright?”

“No…I mean, d-do you seriously want it? I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“You do not pressure me, Harry.” She assures with a smile but I’m still feeling uneasy about this. (Y/N) stays up and picks up her panties from the ground, putting it on again.

“Better?” I smile, nodding my head. (Y/N) comes towards me, pushing me down onto the bed, then hovering above me. My whole body shakes with excitement.

“Relax, Harry.” She whispers in my ear. But the words that escape her mouth in the next few moments, make my heart beat wildly against my chest and pleasure takes control over my entire body. Every part of me burns with hot desire for that girl.

“I’m going to make you feel good, baby. Just give in to me.”

After my shirt is thrown on the floor, her lips engulf my torso with hot and wet kisses. Her breath burns on my skin, I don’t know how to describe the feeling that I feel right now. You can’t find words for this anyway. She makes me crazy. I’ve never fallen so hard for a girl before.

Her hand slowly glides into my boxers, right to my sensitive spot and I hiss as he touches me down there. My breath becomes fast and heavy. Now she’s got me.

“Stay still.” (Y/N) orders and I obey. Then, she takes my hands, placing them beside my body. After that, she tugs my shorts down legs. She grabs my erected cock and starts pumping it. I throw my head back, my eyes hit the back of my head because of the pleasure she gives me.

“Shit…” I moan, pressing my lips together firmly, trying to control the sounds that escape my mouth. It’s very hard. (Y/N) obviously finds it very funny to tease me, an evil grin decorates her face. She lets her hand glide up and down my shaft even faster and even harder and I cover my mouth with my hand to muffle the sounds that I make. Oh, how good she’s with her hand!

“(Y/N)!” I cry her name out. She works her hands so well on me, I’m sure it won’t need me too long to find my release. A few more strokes, just a few more strokes and I will explode.

“What’s wrong with you Harry?” She asks innocently, winking at me. I buck my hips at her touch, thrusting into her hand. I am desperately looking for my climax. Her thump glides over the tip of my hard cock. Nobody has ever pleasured me the way she does right now.

“It feels so good!” I groan. And then my orgasm hits me and I cum all over her hand. (Y/N) laughs happily, taking a handkerchief to clean up the mess that I did. She dabs it over my sensitive cock until everything, including her hand is clean again.

“You like to tease me, don’t you?” I ask out of breath.

“Yeah, I do!” I grab her wrist and pull her to me. We look at each other’s eyes with an intense glare. I just love her so much.

“I really want to make love to you right now, (Y/N) but not today. I think it’s too soon. Instead, I will reward you for the pleasure you gave me. It’ll feel so good, you won’t want me to stop.”

I turned us around so she lies underneath my body, kissing her lips before we continue making midnight memories.

Promise // Baekhyun

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Originally posted by littlebyuns

|Inspired by the song Promise by EXO|

Pairing: Reader x Baekhyun

Word count: 1215

Description: You, Baekhyun’s girlfriend are unable to see EXO off at the airport because you’re ill, but he thinks that for you ‘work’ is more important than him…

Genre: Angsty, Fluff

Y/N’s POV //
It felt like hell, a pounding headache, a blocked nose, a fever, the list could go on and on. You lay in bed, shivering, crouching yourself into a tiny ball, you had a really bad flu, and as a result had taken the day off work, hoping that with lots of rest you’d start to feel better soon.

Suddenly your phone buzzed, and you groaned as you reached over to get it off the bed side table. It was your boyfriend, Baekhyun. You cursed loudly remembering that you told him that you would be at the airport to see him off as EXO were going to Japan for a week for a small event, and you hadn’t been able to spend much time with him recently as you were both busy. You felt your heart sink; you had completely forgotten because during the past couple of days, stress and pain had consumed you. The messages read:
‘Jagi, when are you coming?’
‘There are so many people here at the airport y/n-ie where are you??’
You tried ringing Baekhyun, but the phone call wouldn’t connect, you barely had the energy to get out of bed let alone go to the airport, but you were still adamant to see your boyfriend off, especially knowing how whiny he was, like a little child. But above all, you missed him like crazy, and your heart ached knowing that you would be unable to see him for another week. After trying several more times, you gave up, and called EXO’s manager to find out whereabouts they were exactly, whilst the phone was ringing, you slowly got out of bed to get your coat.
“Hello, (exo’s manager’s name), it’s me y/n”
“Hi y/n, what is it?” he said sounding like he was struggling to hear you, a little annoyed, busy obviously.
“Erm, where are you, I wanted to come and see Baekhyun, and see the rest of the boys off”
“Wait..why do you sound like that, are you ill y/n?”
“Y..yeah, I have the flu” you barely managed to speak out.
“y/n-ie, don’t come here, it’s snowing outside, it’s freezing cold, and besides I don’t want to sound rude, but I can’t afford the boys catching the flu, I hope you understand”
At that moment you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces, but you managed to let out “that’s fine, please don’t tell Baek I’m ill though” before he cut it off. You dived into bed again, feeling a lot worse than before,  you really wanted to see him before he went, but you simultaneously knew that their manager was right, you didn’t want any of the boys to catch the flu.
Your phone started ringing, and you quickly grabbed it, only to see it was Baekhyun, and you hesitantly answered it.
“Jagi where on earth are you?” he said, out of breath slightly.
“What’s wrong y/n?” he said, his voice full of concern, making your heart ache even more.
“Baekhyun I’m really busy with work, I can’t make it, I’m sorry” you lied, a huge lump in your throat appeared, you didn’t want him to unnecessarily worry about you. There was a long pause, before he finally let out:
“okay that’s fine”, he sounded so extremely hurt, and tears fell, staining your cheeks, you really didn’t want to be in this situation. Without saying anything else, he abruptly cut the phone off, making you cry even harder, making the tormenting headache you had even worse.

Baekhyun’s POV //
I felt so annoyed with y/n, as soon as I cut the phone off I felt all the energy drain from my body. Was her work really more important than me? I was in disbelief that she didn’t even come to say bye, I just wanted to see her beautiful face before I went, my lips missed hers, I know it was only another week without her, but every second without her was like torture.
I dejectedly walked to find the other members; they were crowded around our manager. He was on the phone, pacing back and forth, looking extremely stressed, he angrily ran his hand through his hair. “What’s wrong hyung?” I asked Suho.
“The flights been delayed by 8 hours because of the bad snow, he’s seeing if he can arrange something” Suho explained, although his words went straight through me, as I was unable to process anything at that moment, I was feeling too upset, disappointed, and angry. I thought about all the times I’d cancelled my plans with the boys, dance practices, meetings, and other things, just so that I could spend time with y/n. But she couldn’t even free a couple of hours just to say bye.

All the noise, commotion, and over thinking was making me feel so dizzy, so I went to sit on the huge window ledge, it was already dark outside because it was winter, but the strong lighting outside illuminated the snow falling, laying a soft sheet across the ground. It reminded me of y/n, how she loved the snow so much, how this time last year we were out having snowball fights without a care in the world. Tears fell down my cheek as I longed for y/n’s embrace so much, it hurt.
“Hyung?” I felt Sehun’s hand rest firmly on my shoulder, “Manager hyung said the flight’s cancelled, we can go home”. I wiped my tears, what was the point in going home? It’s not like y/n was going to be there anyway.


After a long drive I finally arrived back home, once I was running to open the door and find y/n, but now I was walking as slow as humanly possible. I lazily opened the door to our shared apartment, I just wanted to sleep, for the longest time possible, I was so exhausted with everything.
I reached our bedroom, and as I entered, I saw y/n in bed. I was so confused, she was crouched, I lifted the duvet slightly to see she was asleep, but she was shivering, I felt her forehead and it was so hot. “y/n?” I said shaking her slightly, I was so worried about her, her face looked completely washed out, she looked so ill.
She slowly opened her swollen eyes, but immediately clutched her head in pain. I held her hands, “Jagi are you okay what’s wrong?”
“Baek?” she said, finally fully awake, and then she engulfed me into the tightest hug, her body against mine was shivering like crazy; I rubbed her back to try and calm her down.
“I..I thought you said you we busy with work?” I asked, confused.
She pulled away slightly and looked into my eyes “It’s just that I’m ill, and I didn’t want you, or the rest of the boys to worry” she almost whispered, and then I felt guilt strike through my body, I was blaming her for no reason at all.
“Jagi, our flights been cancelled, and I want to look after you until you get fully better” I said, one hand on her chin, a small smile formed on her lips.

She nuzzled into my shoulder, and I whispered in her ear, “Everything will get better, I promise”.

I went to get her favourite food, some medicine, and put on her favourite films, which we watched until she drifted asleep…