just because i was sick of the people whining when it is still correct

bad | 02

 He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by whyparkjimin

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)

GENRE: romance, smutish, fluff

WORDS: 4 589

WARNINGS: badboy!jungkook, badboy!taehyung, cussing, mature

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07coming soon ↠ 

A/N: you people wanted more, so I’m here to give you more. this is not the last part. again, tell me if you want it to continue. I don’t wanna keep writing if no one cares. and tHANKS FOR 500

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Bail (pre-apocalypse!DarylxReader)

Hi guys! Since I’m so ridiculously obsessed with the idea of young Daryl before the apocalypse, I’ve made yet another pre-apocalypse!Daryl fic where he’s once again up to no good. I think I might make this into an AU series, but idk. Let me know what you guys think!

Characters- teenage!Reader, teenage!Daryl Dixon, and Merle Dixon.



When Merle takes Daryl out with the intention to cause trouble, the two get caught, but Merle gets away and Daryl gets thrown in a jail cell. Not wanting to get his brother in trouble, he takes the blame. He doesn’t want his father to bail him out as he knows that he isn’t getting home without a beating, so the only choice he has is to get his girlfriend Y/N to bail him out. Y/N is ridiculously angry, as this isn’t the first time that Merle has gotten Daryl into trouble and Daryl has just rolled over to protect him once again. 

Warnings- strong language, fluff, angst, a little bit of violence.

and also sorry Merle stans, but I made him kind of an asshole in this, but don’t worry, it’s all for the purpose of the plot and the Daryl feels



Originally posted by van-is-mine

“Who am I calling, son? Your parents?”

“No… no, God no.”

“You need to get someone to come and get you. You got a friend that drives? A girlfriend?”

“Yeah, my girlfriend drives. Fuck, I didn’t want her to find out.”

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dress me up, buttercup I one

Originally posted by osyub

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: idol+stylist!au, drama, humor, slight angst

warning: sexual themes and smut in future chapters

word count: 4k

summary: There are nearly 1,000 reasons why mixing work and romance is a terrible idea. Unfortunately, Jung Hoseok makes it very hard for you to resist. 

chapters: one | two | three | four

✩ a/n: my thirst for hobi was unreal and this is the result…

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Imagine meeting your son. (Part A)

A/N: Ahhhh, Part 5A! You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, ‘Miss Graduate’, ‘Something Blue’, ‘Something New’ - Masterlist; ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B/4C/4D)

Chris sat in the bed with his outstretched legs crossed at the ankles and his back pressed against the headboard. It was 6:23AM; he and Dodger were meant to be leaving for their daily run in exactly seven minutes, but he was yet to get out of bed. He was watching you get some much needed sleep after an entire night of tossing and turning- a figurative expression as you were nine months pregnant. You’d been warned that the beginning and the end of a pregnancy were the worst, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the level of discomfort you were in. Braxton Hicks was an absolute bitch that Dr. McCullough repeatedly spoke to the two of you about; she knew you and she didn’t want Chris to make unnecessary trips to the hospital just because you had a contraction. Every time she saw you, she’d remind you that “not all contractions mean the baby is coming.” You tried to keep that in mind, but every time you had a contraction- that was your first thought and you’d start panicking.

It was pretty clear you weren’t mentally ready to go into labor and give birth even though you were sick of being pregnant. You were scared and it was understandable seeing as this was your first baby. How badly was it going to hurt? Were you going to poop on the table? What if there were complications while you were trying for a natural birth and had to have an emergency c-section? How badly was that going to hurt? What if something happened while you were in surgery and you died? What was going to happen to Chris? Then there was your worst fear of something happening to Jack because what were you going to do if you lost your first baby? How were you going to recover from that?

Chris knew how scared and worried you were about it all. Ever since the two of you returned from Sebastian and Ava’s wedding in New York and Emilia forced you to take your maternity leave, you’d only your pregnancy on your mind. That had its pros and cons because while you could prepare yourself for parenthood, you could also let your anxiety chew away at you. From the questions you’d asked yourself and Chris, it was clear it was chewing away pretty quickly. Chris was great though, he remained calm and reassuring. He even said all the right things: “I’m going to be there and I’m going to hold your hand, okay?”, “Nothing bad is going to happen, you are going to have a safe and uncomplicated birth.”, “I won’t lie, it will hurt. But at the end of all that pain, we’re going to have a baby boy and it’s going to be worth it.”, and “I’m still going to think you’re beautiful even if you poop on the table while giving birth.” That he saved for last because he knew it would make you laugh.

“Good morning,” Chris whispered gently, brushing your hair out of your face while you stirred from your restless sleep. You stretched as much as your body would allow, whining when dull aches stabbed at your lower back. “I know, sweetheart.” He sighed, soothingly running his hand up and down your arm. “It’ll be over soon, okay? It’s already the thirteenth and Jack’s supposedly due tomorrow, I’m sure it’s any day now.”

And that was the other reason Chris wasn’t getting ready for his run; he was scared you’d go into labor while he was out, even if it was just for half an hour. As the date got closer, he got more paranoid about leaving you alone. You were playing it cool because you didn’t want him to lose too much of his daily routines, but he knew you. It was kind of a no-brainer, you’ve had panic attacks about less. You would definitely have a panic attack if your water broke while he wasn’t around, even if you were already at the hospital with Dr. McCullough.

“What time is it?” You changed the subject because you didn’t want to think about giving birth right now; your chest tightened at the thought of it. You caught sight of the hands on the clock before Chris could answer you. “Why are you-” You were cut off by a sudden contraction; you adjusted your position and breathed through it like every other one you’d had so far thanks to Braxton Hicks.

“Should I be timing these?”

“No,” you shook your head. “They’re irregular, it’s not- no, they’re just Braxton Hicks contractions. It’s nothing to worry about.” You told him, but you were addressing yourself more. You didn’t want to go into labor yet, you were not ready. Jack was due tomorrow, you’d be ready tomorrow. “Why are you still in bed?” You asked then looked over the edge of your side of the bed; Dodger was no longer sleeping on the floor. “Dodger’s probably downstairs waiting for you.”

“He is,” Chris nodded.

“So go for your run,” you told him.

“I don’t really feel like it today,” he lied.

“I’m not going into labor until tomorrow.”

“No no no,” he corrected you with a chuckle. “You’re not due until tomorrow, but you can go into labor at any time.” You rolled your eyes, forcing yourself to breath as you ignored the uncomfortable feeling your anxiety was leaving in the back of your throat. “It’s not a big deal, we’ll just skip it today. The ground’s wet anyway.”

“Just because I’m due tomorrow doesn’t mean I’ll have the baby tomorrow, you can’t change daily routines to accommodate my pregnancy. And you sure as hell can’t be by my side twenty-four-seven,” you told him and he smirked. “Chris,” you laughed at his ‘wanna bet?’ face. “Go for your run,” you urged and he sighed. “I’m just going back to sleep, nothing exciting is going to happen. Jack knows how much I like things going according to plan,” you rested your hand on your belly. “He won’t be out today.”

“Fine,” he said after a long pause. “My phone will be with me, so you can me if you need anything.” You nodded and he leaned over to kiss your forehead. “I’ll be back in half an hour, forty minutes tops.” You nodded again, yawning as you closed your eyes. “Okay?” You nodded again, snuggling your pillow. “You’ll call if-”

“Oh my God,” your eyes opened and you laughed. “Yes, I’m going to call you if I need anything and you’re going to be back in half an hour, forty minutes tops.” He chuckled, getting out of bed. “Just go, I’m going to be fine. Don’t Geminis hate clingy people?”

“They don’t hate clingy people, they just like personal freedom.” He answered your rhetorical question as he walked over to the dresser to get a change of clothes; you laughed. “You know, if we’re bringing star signs into the conversation- aren’t Virgos secretly attention seeking?”

“I don’t think I’m ever secretive when it comes to wanting attention,” you quipped and it was his turn to laugh. “And I’m also not secretive when it comes to wanting to sleep, so if you’d just go for your run so I can have some peace and quite- that’d be lovely.” He rolled his eyes and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. “Thank you,” you called.

“You’re welcome,” he sang back, referencing Dwayne Johnson’s song in ‘Moana’ which the two of you watched again yesterday night. You giggled then dozed off, listening as he continued to sing to himself behind the closed door.

Chris brushed his teeth and changed then exited the bathroom, smiling when he saw you’d fallen asleep. He checked on you again before he took his leave, gently kissing your forehead. He then grabbed his phone, EarPods, and arm band, and slid his phone into the case as he made his way downstairs. Dodger was already waiting by the door, looking up at his leash. He allowed Dodger to drink some water before he leashed him in preparation for their run, drinking a glass of water himself. As they were making their way out of the house and towards the road, Dodger abruptly stopped which jerked Chris to a stop too.

“What’s wrong, pal?” Chris asked. Dodger glanced back at the house then yanked his leash out of Chris’ grip, sprinting back in the direction they’d come. Chris ran after him, “Dodger! Dodger, what are you-” Before he could finish his sentence, he remembered that dogs had a sixth sense about things. “Y/N!” He sped up, scrambling his keys from his back pocket. “Move!” He instructed Dodger who had been scratching at the door and fumbled with the lock. “Babe, I’m coming!” He successfully unlocked the door and ran inside. Dodger bolted up the stairs with Chris right on his tail. When they came to the bedroom, you were wide awake and on your feet with tears in your eyes. “Hey,” Chris rushed to your side, taking your hands in his. “What is it?”

“C-Chris, my w-water broke.”

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Part 5B

Just Benefits (M)

Genre: Smut, university!AU, FWB!AU (slight angst?)
Word count: 4331
Description: You don’t know a lot about the man you share your bed with and it doesn’t necessarily bother you. However such things are never meant to last, which makes you question what the outcome with Jeon Jungkook will be in the end.
Warnings: Mature content
Author’s note: I just got hit with inspiration to write something with Jungkook and this was the outcome. Also, FWB is one of my favorite AUs so I just had to give it a try myself. :D

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Fanfic: Think Before You Speak

Final Fantasy XV
SFW -> a little angst, a little fluff
2,031 words

I don’t even know what this is, just take it.
Gladio learns a valuable lesson about double checking who he’s calling when he has two people whose names start with ‘I’ and end with ‘is’.

In hindsight, Gladio probably could have waited until he was less distracted to make a call, instead of flicking through to Iris’ contact entry and wedging his phone between his ear and his shoulder. But he needed to talk to someone now, even with his gym bag in one hand and the other rooting around for his house keys.

Not waiting for Iris to say anything once the call connected, Gladio launched straight into his tale, knowing that his sister was more than used to it by now. “Iris, I swear to the Astrals, I don’t know how much longer I can keep training Iggy. It’s gonna kill me one of these days.”

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Gladio opened the door to his apartment and walked inside, dumping his bag on the floor and taking hold of his phone. “Seriously, I’m considering swapping out with someone else before I lose my shit. Every time I have to put my hands on him to correct something, I just…”

Gladio let out a little growling noise, and he assumed that the little intake of breath he heard was Iris trying not to giggle at him. She got a call like this at least once a week, and she’d long since learned that it was best to just let Gladio rant until he got all of his feelings out. He was like a teenage girl with her first crush, and that’s why he figured that the best person to talk to was an actual teenage girl.

Not to mention that Noctis and Prompto would just laugh at him for his hopeless infatuation with Ignis.

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Not A Bad Thing ~ Part Five

Originally posted by katherine8595

Fairy-tale & AU Series Index

Previous Part ||

Word Count: 4K

**Make sure you read the last part, to fully understand this one.

Errors. Errors everywhere. Please excuse and ignore them.


Sehun’s fingers drummed the long rectangular conference table. His brothers all sitting among, speaking on the previous presentation that was given. His mind was somewhere else, and his ears couldn’t tune into what they were saying.

“Sehun,” Junmyeon called. Sehun jumped slightly at the sudden voice calling out to him. He looked away from the fine wood of the table at his older brother, who stared on with curious eyes. Sehun stared back, not sure what to say and a cheeky smile pulled at his brother’s lips.

What the heck is he smiling like that for? Sehun thought to him.

“You’ve been so out of it ever since your date with Y/N.” Junmyeon pointed out. Sehun sighed, knowing that his brothers have noticed his strange behavior.

Sehun suddenly leaned forward, placing both his elbows on the table, clasping his hands together. He stared at his brothers with a rather serious gaze before he spoke.

“I need you guys to help me.” He voiced. Minseok who was staring down at his phone glanced up at his brother.

“Help? You, the high and mighty Oh Sehun, are asking for help?” He teased. Sehun wasn’t in the mood to say anything back, rather he rolled his eyes at his older brother.

“I feel like I’m losing my mind, and I can’t relax till I figure it out.” Sehun honestly. He was finally catching the interest of his brothers. They were wondering what has been bothering their youngest sibling since his dance a few days ago.

“Did something happen with Y/N? I thought you said the date went really well.” Yixing asked.

“The date went perfectly.” 

“Then what’s the problem?” Junmyeon asked.

Sehun took his hands off the table and leaned back in his chair, “What are the chances that I’ve met Y/N before?”

“Pretty low. If you met her before, she would be your mate already.” Junmyeon explained.

“I know that, but I can’t get rid of the feeling that I know her from somewhere.”

Jongin who looked bored said, “What makes you think that? Where would you have met her then?”

Sehun shook his head as if straighten out his thoughts. Would his brothers think he’s crazy? Maybe it’s just the feeling of having a mate, someone who you’re destined to be with. If it is, why does this feeling weight so heavy on his heart.

“Her eyes.” He stated.

“What?” Baekhyun asked.

“Her eyes are so familiar.” He stated. Y/N’s eyes were so familiar.  Every time he looked into them, something flashed into his memories.Those same eyes, but they looked a bit different. The aura around them was different from the Y/N he knows now.

“It’s almost like her eyes are taunting me. I keep getting flashbacks, and all I see are her eyes…but everything else is a blur.”

Sehun’s brothers were now taking his words seriously. It was clear that their brother was in serious thought.

“Just ask her if you’ve met her before,” Junmyeon suggested.

Sehun shook his head, “She probably wouldn’t tell me. She’s still got this huge wall up. At dinner, she didn’t want to tell me much about herself. Every time I asked a questioned, she got tense. I told her that if there’s anything bothering her, she could always tell me. But I don’t think she’s convinced.”

“We could do some digging up,” Chanyeol suggested, speaking for once.

“Yeah, I’m sure we could do that.” Baekhyun agreed.

Junmyeon looked hesitant, “I don’t think you should do that. You should have her tell you when she’s ready.”

“One thing we know is that if you met her…it had to be before your first transformation,” Chanyeol stated.

“How is that possible? That only leaves everything before sophomore year of high school.” Jongin voiced.

The boys began to speak among themselves, now fully engaged in the topic at hand. Sehun was trying to connect his own pieces together.

Before high school? If it was before high school…it’s either elementary school or middle school? Sehun thought. He cocked his head to the side for a moment, feeling like the answer was right on the tip of his tongue, his mind was just piecing it together slowly. He was trying to block out the chatter of his brothers, worried he’d lose the train of thought.

Was it….was it middle sc-

Sehun’s thoughts were interrupted as his cell phone rang in his pocket. He groaned, unable to remember what he was thinking off. It was his personal cell phone, not his work cell. Did it really need to be answered? But it could be Y/N calling.

Sehun dug into his pocket, pulling out his iPhone 7 to see a familiar number on the screen. Sehun couldn’t help but roll his eyes, throwing his phone onto the table.

Junmyeon cranked his neck forward to peek at the phone number.

“It’s Eun Ji,” Junmyeon stated.

Sehun didn’t say anything, leaving the air quiet and cold.

“Is she still in Paris?” Baekhyun asked.

“She isn’t due back for a few weeks,” Sehun answered in a tense voice.

“Have you told her you found your mate?”

“No. Why do I have to tell her?” Sehun hissed back.

“You know how she feels about you.” Minseok reasoned.

“Eun Ji has been following me around like a sick puppy since elementary school. If I was going to fall in love with her, I would have done so by now.” Sehun spat.

“Come on, you never liked her? Not even a bit?” Baekhyun teased.

“The only reason I never told her off is because her mom was a wonderful person who baked us cookies.”

Sehun’s phone stopped ringing, and the screen turned black. It wasn’t long before the screen lit up again, the same contact name shining forth.

Sehun sighed before grabbing the phone and standing up from the table.

“Y/N is supposed to be here today, isn’t she? She is supposed to take new candid photos for the website.” Chanyeol said also getting up from his seat. Sehun didn’t reply as he headed for the door. His phone started to ring again, so out of annoyance, he answered,

“Hello?” He said walking out the conference room.

“Hey, darling!” Eun Ji chimed, making Sehun wince at the volume of her voice.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” He grumbled walking through the long hallway, giving glances to the employees that greet him.

“I missed you. I haven’t heard from you since I traveled.”

“I’ve been busy,” Sehun answered, as he came to the elevator. He pressed the button for the elevator.

“So busy that you can’t call me?” Eun Ji whined.

“Yup. He answered coldly. Sehun stood there as the elevator dinged. Before the doors could open he felt his heart hammering in his chest and his body temperature rise. He suddenly couldn’t hear what Eun Ji was saying into his ear.

The elevator doors opened, and just as he expected Y/N stood there. His body always reacted like this to Y/N. He couldn’t help it. He saw her just a few days and spoke to her on the phone yesterday…but he misses her like it’s been years.

Y/N was looking at her phone, one medium sized black backpack sitting on the floor of the elevator. Sehun walked into the elevator and Y/N looked up to see him. She looked back down at her phone, but couldn’t stop the small smirk forming on her lips.

Sehun looked at the floor buttons to see that they were heading to the same floor.

“Sehun?! Are you there?” Eun Ji yelled into the phone.

Without a word, he hung up the phone, setting it into his pocket. He looked forward at the elevator towards, not saying a word. The silence that sat between them was a comfortable silence. Though no words were spoken, and they weren’t looking at each other, the both of them were smiling widely.

Sehun felt like words weren’t needed.

The elevator doors opened and Y/N grabbed the black backpack, Sehun followed. Y/N sported a black sleeveless, v-neck, wide-legged jumpsuit with some sandals.

“Where is Jang Mi?” Sehun asked jogging slightly to keep up with Y/N.

“She took the day off.” She answered shortly before heading towards the area where they employees were.

“So you’re just here to get photos for people working?” Sehun asked, though he already knew the answer. He was aware of the fact that she would need to start working soon, but he wanted to speak to her before he did.

“Yes, that’s correct.” She answered, not even giving him a glance.

“Wanna go for lunch when you’re done?” He asked.

“I’ll work through lunch.” She answered. Sehun’s brows furrowed.

“I’m not letting you overwork yourself again.” Sehun declared.

Y/N stopped walking and sighed. Before she could protest, Sehun brought forth a request. She finally turned to face him. Her eyes widen as she realized how close they were standing.

Sehun understands that he has to move to Y/N pace, but he really wants to touch her. To hold her hand, to hug her. Being able to hold her close while they dance was so calming to him.

Y/N took a small step back, clearing her throat, “I’ll eat dinner, so don’t worry.”

“Have dinner with me,” Sehun said.

“I can’t. I took photos for a wedding yesterday, and I have to edit the photos. I also don’t feel like going out to eat.”

“We don’t have to go out to eat. Just come to my office when you’re done.” Sehun spoke before winking. He didn’t give Y/N a chance to respond before he walked off to the room where his meeting was held.

He was in meeting all day, speaking on a new method of selling the products. He was slammed with paperwork like usually, but it wasn’t a big problem for him. He was discussing with his employees the reports he would need to have done when there was a light knock at the door.

Sehun was growing irritated, wondering who was interrupting the meeting. The door opened and Y/N peeked her head in. Sehun’s eyes soften as she gave him an apologetic raise of the hand.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Oh.” Y/N said as she strolled in. Hearing her speak to him in such a formal matter, cause him to flinch. He understands that she’s being professional, but it still made him feel uneasy.

Some of the employees sitting at the table began to throw glances at each other. It’s probably because of the rumors swarming around the company.

‘The photographer that Mr. Oh is so fond of.’

“It’s alright Ms. L/N. Come in, just don’t get in my way.” He stated. She walked towards the other side of the room, his eyes following her.

Beautiful, He thought to himself. He brought his eyes back to the papers in front of him.

“Moving on” He mumbled. Y/N took a few photos, and quietly left the room.

Sehun went about the rest of the day, catching a few glimpses of Y/N as he went about. He ate lunch quickly and resumed his work. The rest of the day had Sehun sitting in the lounge area of the highest floor in the building. It’s the same place he first told Y/N that he was a wolf.

“Sehun, I’m leaving,” Chanyeol said as he strolled through the lounge. Sehun only nodded in acknowledgment, not looking up from the company proposal. He realized that once Chanyeol leaves, he’s the only one of his brothers, left in the building. Everyone has left for home early.

Sehun checked the watch on his wrist before grabbing his phone off the table to dial for some food. He settles on Chinese food, ordering for himself and Y/N who hasn’t called yet. As if she heard his whining, Sehun’s phone began to ring.

“Took you long enough?” He teased, setting the phone between his ear and shoulder.

“Well,” Y/N began, “You told me to meet you in your office. But when I get there, your sassy secretary tells me you’re not here.”

“Oh right! Sorry, I’m on the highest floor, Come on up.” Sehun said.

They hung up the food and he resumed working. The food arrived before Y/N did. She strolled in her black backpack in her hands. She sat down on the same couch as Sehun, not too far from him. The food sat on the table and she eyed it.

“Is this our dinner?” She asked. The question didn’t come off as hostile. She grabbed one of the containers and a spoon. She ate for a bit, setting the bowl down and reaching into the black backpack to pull out a laptop. She set the laptop on her lap and began to work.

Sehun was glad that they were able to do things like this. The conversation wasn’t needed and the silence was almost comforting. Some time went by before Y/N placed her laptop to the side, grabbing her food once again. She noticed that Sehun wasn’t eating, and tapped his shoulder.

“Aren’t you the one who was hassling me to eat?” She teased. Sehun stared at her for a moment. He chuckled, and nodded as if defeated.

He set down the papers he was reading and grabbed his food.

“So does this count as a date?” Y/N asked, smirking at him.

“Of course it does. It’s a casual date.” Sehun agreed, “Isn’t this something that women like?”

Y/N shrugged, “Maybe.”

“Sehun can I ask you something?” Y/N said after some time of silence.

“Go ahead.”

“At dinner some time ago, you mentioned something about a mating season? What is a mating season? Is it a wolf thing?” She asked, keeping her eyes down on her food. She pushed her food around aimlessly, waiting for a reply.

Sehun seemed a bit stuck, worried he’d scare her off.

When she didn’t get an answer, Y/N looked up from her food. Those deep eyes of hers, bringing him back to the thought of knowing her previously.

“Mating season is a time when wolves and their mates go into heat.” He explained in a low voice. Y/N was surprised she could even hear him


“Yes, the sex drive of both parties increase.” He explained, “It’s very hard for the two, to be in the same room without attacking each other. It’s a very tiring and frustrating time, at least from what I’ve seen.”

Y/N cleared her throat, “So it’s a time where…you just have sex all the time?”

“I guess that’s right. It’s just a time where the passion between the two increases.”

“How often does this happen?”

“Once a year.”

Y/N set her food down, turned her body to face Sehun. She fumbled with her fingers in her lap, a bit nervous.

“Has it happened yet? For this year I mean?” She questioned. Sehun also set his bowl of food down.

“No, it hasn’t.” He answered in a monotone voice.

“Oh.” Was all Y/N could say.

“But I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. We haven’t really established what our relationship is, so I don’t expect anything.”

“I was talking to Junmyeon earlier.” Y/N started.

“You were talking to Junmyeon?” He sounded a bit surprised.

Uh, what did he say to her? Sehun thought to him, worried about what Y/N was going to say.

“He was explaining to me about how wolves feel towards their mates. He told me that physical contact is a big deal. He said that when he first met his mate, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. I also noticed that you haven’t really done so…with me.” She paused, laughing at her own statement.

“You’re holding back for me right?” She continued, “But small things are okay right?”

Y/N reached forward and took a hold of Sehun’s hand. He couldn’t help but sigh, almost of relief.

Y/N giggled at his reaction before smiling.

“I didn’t realize it was that intense for you.” She said, laughing a bit.

They spent the rest of the time working and having a simple conversation. Sehun wasn’t sure, but he felt like he could see the wall Y/N had built up, begin to chip.

It’s been 2 weeks since that night and Sehun’s family was having a cookout. The other women in the house(his brothers’ mates) were eager to meet Y/N. Y/N, on the other hand, has seemed quite relaxed in the past weeks. Sehun has noticed she has been smiling more and she seems a lot more open with him.

Despite the change in Y/N, she has yet to share much information about herself. What Sehun has learned is that her parents are in America, and often come to visit her. She shared some memories she made in America, and that was a good laugh. She also said that though she wasn’t born in Korea, she feels like Korea is her home.

This would be Y/N’s first time coming to Sehun’s home. The house was rather big. Some would call it a mansion. Each sibling had their own sort of wing. That gave privacy to his brothers and their mates.

Sehun, who wanted to pick Y/N up, was turned down. Y/N decided to drive herself, so Sehun sat at home, worrying.

“Sehun, calm down.” Junmyeon’s mate said. Sehun threw him on one of the benches that sat in their huge backyard. He just hopes no one says something stupid, things have been going so well. Sehun was so consumed in his own thoughts, he didn’t notice when Minseok’s mate walked back into the house, some of the other girls following behind her.

“Have you asked Y/N where the two of you have met before?” Chanyeol questioned while helping Kyungsoo prepare the meat.

“No,” Sehun sighed, “I’d rather wait for her to tell me.”

“It probably wasn’t a good interaction, that’s why she hasn’t told you. I mean you were an asshole in the past.” Kyungsoo said. Everyone stopped what they were doing to glance at the man who was prepping the meat. He didn’t look up to meet the gazes that were on him.

Sehun narrowed his eyes at his brother. But what Sehun doesn’t know, is that his brother knows a lot more than he does. Kyungsoo even knows more than Y/N does. Y/N’s freshmen and sophomore year of high school were awful, so it seems that she has blocked it out.

That seems to be it. Kyungsoo thought to myself, a distant memory leaking into his mind.

Kyungsoo walked through the hallway trying to get to the library. He was trying to keep a low profile, knowing that he’s quite popular at the school. Honestly, he thought the situation was quite embarrassing. He, an upperclassmen, was going to a freshman for tutoring.

Kyungsoo knew that he had to pass this Physics class, or else it would mess up his credits. He was desperate enough to take his teacher recommendation for a tutor. Of course, he didn’t think that tutor would be a freshman. If his brother in lower grades heard this, they wouldn’t let it go.

He strolled into the library, his eyes scanning the empty place for a moment. He is supposed to meet the tutor in the back of the library.

He walked past the front desk, and through the various bookshelves till he came to the wild cherry wooden table, with similar chairs. All the tables were empty. Well, all but one. Sitting at a table in the very back of the library was a girl who had her head hung low. The shoulder of her shirt was stained with some type of paint.

Maybe she had an art class?

Kyungsoo approached her, standing there for a moment before she was aware of his presence.

“K-Kyungsoo right?” She spoke in a soft voice. Kyungsoo nodded, taking his backpack off his shoulders, setting it on the floor. He pulled out the chair taking a seat.

The girl gave a small smile, “I’m Y/N. I’ll be tutoring you for the rest of the school year.” She stretched her hand out to him.

He shook her hand quickly, before searching into his backpack for his textbook. When he looked up, Y/N was already pulling out her Physics textbook and supplies.

“Let’s get started shall we?” She said, opening the textbook.

Kyungsoo decided to keep this to himself. He recognized Y/N after seeing her for about the 2nd time. He didn’t consider her a friend in high school, but she was the one person that didn’t give up on him like the Physics teacher did. Thanks to her, he was able to pass physics with a B.

He was surprised that she didn’t remember him, but he wasn’t hurt. Freshmen year was a tough year for her. He saw how his younger siblings and others treated her, but he never spoke up. Regret filled Kyungsoo’s system. He heard that she moved shortly after her sophomore year started.

“Y/N is here!” Chanyeol’s mate chimed, as she entered the backyard with an overwhelmed Y/N trailing behind. It seems that Y/N had arrived some time ago, but the girls were keeping her to themselves.

Sehun rose up from the bench he sat in to approach her. He pulled her into a tight hug, taking her by surprise. Ooo’s escaped from the mouths of the women around them, making Sehun roll his eyes.

The cookout was kicking off. Things were going really well. Y/N was getting along with the other mates, and Sehun felt at ease. It’s probably the most he’s seen her smile. He was helping prepare food along with some of the mates.

Y/N was helping set up the tables and plates, along with the drinks. Music was playing and it was all good vibes.

Y/N moved from the backyard, inside to where Sehun was cutting fruits.

“Wow, look at you helping out in the kitchen.” She teased, standing beside him. Sehun smirked, a cocky look appearing on his face

“Well you know, they call me a master in the kitchen.” He bragged.

From the other side of the kitchen, a chuckle escaped from the lips of the other girls. Sehun’s smirk flattened, making Y/N giggle.

“You just keep cutting those fruits. You’re doing great.” Y/N cheered, but a slight giggle on her lips.

“I feel like you’re making fun of me,” Sehun grumbled.

Y/N who was holding in her laughter, shook her head, “Of course not. You’re doing a great job.” She patted him on the back before walking over the girls who were cooking something on the stove.

The doorbell suddenly rang, catching everyone’s attention.

“Who else could it be?” Kyungsoo’s mate mumbled to herself, leaving the thing on the stove to Y/N.

“I’m here!” A voice called in the distance. Sehun’s body stiffened, and he felt dread filling his system.

What is she doing here? He thought to himself, setting the knife down. And moving to the sink to wash his heads.

“Who is that?” Y/N asked, her back facing Sehun.

“A childhood friend of mine, Eun Ji.” He stated, drying his hands with a towel. He didn’t notice as Y/N’s body stiffened, terror taking over her system. He also didn’t notice the way her body began to shiver with fear.

Eun Ji? Kill me now. Y/N thought. Her hand which gripped the spoon that stirred the sauce began to tremble. The fear in her system was so great, tears began to burn her eyes,

“Sehun!” Eun Ji shouted, sprinting into the kitchen. She threw her arms wide open to hug the man but was quickly rejected.

“Sehun.” She whined, poking out her bottom lip, “Where’s your mate? Is she here? Why did you have Junmyeon tell me? What are you scared of me or something?”

Her words slurred together because she was speaking too fast.

Sehun sighed, turning his attention to Y/N who was still paying attention to the stove.

“Y/N?” He called softly.

Y/N let out a shaky, trying her best to stay calm. She plastered a smile onto her face before turning around to meet eyes with the woman. It was definitely Eun Ji. Her darling brown hair was a bit longer than the last time Y/N saw her, and her make up since middle school has improved.

“Hello, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” Y/N said but cursed herself when her voice cracked.

Eun Ji narrowed her eyes, her gaze growing intense.

She pointed a finger at Y/N and waved it.

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” She asked.


A Very Wet Ride

// In which Y/N drunk and horny and makes a mess of Justin’s car //


“can you do a smut where Justin comes to pick you up from a party and you are very drunk but become sober in the car and it’s a long drive back to the house so you start feelin yourself in the car and come all over his seats and stuff and you can do the rest”

*Contains Mature content*


“Heyyy, has anyone see my purse? It’s little and red or it may be purple,” I yelled at the people sitting at the table I think I previously occupied with my friends. With my shoes in my hand and my head pounding, no one was helping my find my stuff. The room was full of people and the air was laced with weed but I just don’t understand how they could continue to party when MY purse was gone. I wobbled into one of the other rooms and tripped as I pushed a guy out of my way to find my bag.

“You alright, babe,” he asked, as he helped me to my feet. He was so cute. Like really cute.

“I just need to find my purse,” I spoke into his ear over the music.

“What does it look like?” He asked, looking around as if he had laser eyes.

“I wont remember, I just need my phone. I need to call for a ride home. I didn’t drive because I knew I’d be too drunk to drive home and I don’t know where my friends are and my feet hurt real bad,” I rambled and threw my hands around as I talked.

“You can use my phone,” the guy handed me his iPhone.

“Thank you so much this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,” The guy laughed while I was on the verge of tears at his kindness. It took me a few tries but I finally dialed the correct number that I needed.

“One rings. Two rings. Three rings. Four rings. Five rings. Si-” I counted off until my boyfriend picked up the phone.

“Hello?” Justin asked sleepily.

“Hey, babeee,” I greeted happily at the sound of my boyfriend’s voice. I love my boyfriend. My boyfriend rocks.

“Y/N, where the fuck are you?” He asked angrily.

“Baby don’t be mad,” I whined into the phone. When I make him mad, he makes me sad and i don’t like being sad.

“Where are you? It’s two in the morning,” Justin pointed out.

“Well see, what had happened was, I was at Kailah’s house pregaming with the girls and Rob showed and invited us to a party in Monica-“

“You’re in Santa Monica right now?”

“No, Jay let me finish. I talk then, you talk then, I talk then, you talk. That’s how conversations work so don’t be rude. So… we went to a party then the police shut it down but we made friends with people who were going to another party and now I’m at some beach house in Manhattan Beach and they have the best weed here but I lost my phone and now I’m ready to go home. Whoaaaa… That last part rhymed a little. I think I might steal your job, Drew,” I laughed into the speaker.

“Fuck, manhattan beach is an hour away. Where is Kailah or Hailey or the rest of the group?” He sounded like he was worried but he shouldn’t be, I met a cute nice guy who let me borrow his phone.

“No guy is nice unless he wants to fuck you,” Justin scolded. I accidentally talked my mind out loud.

“Boys can be nice and Hailey left with some guy in Santa Monica and I haven’t seen anyone else I know in hours,” I groaned out.

“Send me the address.”

“I already told you I’m at a beach house,” I groaned.

“Put me on the phone with whoever’s phone you’re using and sit tight. I’ll be there in half an hour,” Justin instructed and I nodded through the phone in understanding. “Y/N? Hello?” Justin’s voice rang out

“Sorry, I forgot you can’t hear me nod,” I giggled before giving the phone back to the guy. He talked to Justin while I sat tight like he told me. I sat tight and sat tighter but I got bored really quick. I sat tight until Panda started playing. Panda is like the best song ever so, I HAD to dance. I danced and danced and danced. A few guys danced with me too. I was dancing on the coffee table to Work and drinking with some guy when, I was suddenly pulled off the table and was thrown over someone’s shoulder.

“The the fuck, bro?” the guy I was dancing with yelled out.

“Shut the fuck up before I bash your fucking teeth in. This is my girlfriend so fuck off,” the guy that was carrying me argued back. I was his girlfriend? If is was his girlfriend that means-

“Juju!” I squealed as I flailed my arms around, causing MY boyfriend to loose his balance. “ I missed you!” I gushed as I hugged on the floor that we toppled on.

“Yeah okay,” he rolled his eyes and pulled me up along with him. He looked mad. Super duper mad. It made me super duper sad.

“What’s wrong?” I asked while poking the jaw he held clenched up.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”

“No stupid, I asked you what’s wrong. You have to answer first,” I giggled. My boyfriend is DUMB.

“What’s wrong is that I told you, you shouldn’t go out with Kailah anymore because she always ditches you. Instead of listening, you went anyway and no surprise, she left you stranded. You had to call me, in the middle of the night, to ask me to pick you up when you don’t even know where you are. And once I finally get here after 45 minutes of driving, instead of staying still, I find you dancing up against some random loser. That’s what’s fucking wrong, Y/n,” Justin ranted as he supported me as we walked to where ever he was taking me.

“Stop yelling at me,” I pouted.

“Stop making stupid decisions,” he retorted. At his words, I threw a fit and sat my ass on the ground. “Y/N, get up.”

“No I’m not going anywhere with you,” I rolled my eyes as I pulled at the grass I was sitting on.

“Y/N stop being a fucking brat and get up,” Justin said angrily.

“Say it nicely,” I laid back in the grass.

“Please get off the ground so, we can go home,” He sighed.

“Okay,” I nodded.


“Okay,” I repeated and sluggishly got up on my feet again. Justin supported me and walked me to his car. “Damn, this is your car? You must got moneyyyy,” I exclaimed as he opened the passenger door to a white Ferrari. Justin snorted as he buckled me up. I tried to kiss him but he swerved me and instead got in the drivers’ seat and started on our journey home.

“I don’t feel too good,” I said as I held my head in my hands.

“Y/N, I got this car two days ago. I swear to god if you get sick in here I will-”

“God, Justin. I was just kidding!” I wasn’t kidding but he’s still no fun. I picked at my nails and kept my eyes on flashing lights lining the road. I was soooo bored. Justin had Alicia keys playing lowly on the aux and I thought I was going to suffocate from the boringness. “Justin,” I cooed his name before clumsily leaning over the console and kissing his neck.

“Stop,” He leaned away from me. I smirked before putting grabbing at little Justin. “Y/N, I said stop. I’m not in the mood for this right now and I’m driving.”

“Fine,” I huffed and leaned back against the door on my side of the car. If he wants to be mean, he can be mean but not to me.

“Justin?” I called his name a few moments later.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“How much longer until we’re home?”

“Forty minutes,” he told me. Forty whole minutes. There’s so much I could do with forty minutes. I thought of all the things I could possibly do with forty minutes. It took me two minutes to figure out what I felt like doing but, thirty eight minutes is still a long time too.

Making sure Justin doesn’t notice me, I dragged my hand up and down my thigh lightly. It felt so good to be touched even if I was the one doing the touching. I discreetly push my dress up a bit to get to my pussy that was quickly getting wet. It felt so good touching myself that, I couldn’t help but let out a little moan. I quickly looked at Justin and watched him take a quick glance at my face then, my hand then, the road again but, he didn’t say anything. His silent permission urged me to stop palying around and pull my wet panties off completely.

I let out a louder moan when I pushed my finger into my soaking pussy. It felt so good that I thought I could already cum. I made a slow rhythm with my finger and opened my legs wider to hit a better angle. My tight dress hitched around around my waist as I continued to play with myself. My eyes closed in pleasure as I rolled my hips against my finger. I had almost forgotten my surroundings until, Justin’s voice rang out for the first time since I started fingering myself.

“Don’t get cum on the seat,” He said seriously. Even though he didn’t want me to make a mess, he wanted to continue making a mess of myself. I nodded and pulled off my dress completely and put it under my ass where my cum was already starting to drip. I pressed a second finger into my tight heat and watched as Justin’s eyes rapidly try to glance at both me and the road. Luckily we were one of the only cars out this late on the highway because if not, Justin would’ve killed us already. I shook my head to stop worrying about the road and focus on the ecstasy I was provoking on myself.

“Justin, this feels so fucking good. I wish you would feel me too,” I confessed, jerking against the two fingers that hit my pussy just right. I slowed down and watched the side of Justin’s face as I scissored myself. God, I love it when he fucks me hard. The sight of his jaw clenched and his hands turning white, wrapping against the steering wheel, only reminded me of how hard he fucks me after I get him riled up. I moaned out his name as I thought of all the raunchy positions he took me in.

“Fuck, you got me so hard,” Justin grunted out as he used one hand to drive and the other to press at the bulging dick in his pants. I hummed happily at the fact that I got him so turned on without even having to touch him.

Feeling my high approaching, I felt wild and added a third finger and used my other hand to rub at my my swollen clit. I was so turned on that direct contact on my clit was almost too much. I rubbed in small circles around my most sensitive area as my build up got higher. I couldn’t stop moaning as three of my finger pumped inside of me quickly. I screamed out when I found my g spot and hit it continuously with my finger tips. With my fingers pressed against my spot inside of me, I screamed out as I quickly rubbed back and forth over my clit.

Before I could comprehend what was happening, I yanked my fingers out of my pussy and squirted out a large stream of my arousal. My juices not only drenched my seat but also the dashboard, gearshift, and car floor. I tried to stop myself but my arousal wouldn’t stop flowing out of me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panicked as I tried to clean up my mess with the dress I previously stripped out of. I tried my best from prevent my cum to staining the black upholstery but my motor skilled were still pretty impaired from earlier.

I looked up from my mess when I felt the the car lurch forward in speed. I looked over at Justin who was looking at the road, then looked at the speedometer to see us approaching 120 mph on the highway. Justin swerved past the few cars we saw and barely slowed down when we exited the freeway to turn into Calabasas. It wasn’t until we turned into the drive way that I noticed a few droplets of my cum on the steering wheel and Justin’s hands.

“If there is going to be a mess in this car, it’s going to be from me,” Justin stated before getting out the car and opening up my door. Just when I though he was going to drop the situation at hand, he pushed me again the car and kissed my roughly. In nothing but my bra, Justin sat me on the hood of his car then pulled his pants down. Not bothering with foreplay, he pressed himself inside of of me.

“You’re always so tight for me,” Justin groaned in relief about the amount of friction inside of me. I merely took it as Justin gave me his everything. I was so sensitive and tired that I couldn’t keep with him even if I tried. I bit down on Justin’s shoulder as he used me for his pleasure. I didn’t even realize I was cumming until the same overwhelming feeling from earlier plagued me again. I pushed Justin out of me as another flood shot out and hit Justin’s pelvis and dripped down his thighs.

“You don’t understand how hot this is,” Justin moaned before pushing into me once again. I cried out and let my back collapse onto the hood of the Ferrari. He drilled into he hard and fast and just when he was about to cum, I started squirting again. All Justin could think to do at that moment was ferociously pump at his cock and shoot his warm cum all over both me and the car. He collapsed beside me on the car and held my hand as we looked up at the sky.

“Before tonight, you’ve only squirted once. Tonight you squirted three times in a row,” Justin recapped happily.

“So you aren’t mad at me?” I asked the question, I thought I was going to avoid.

“How can I be mad over the hottest thing I’ve ever seen?” He asked sincerely. I laughed before snuggling my head onto his toned chest. “Do you want to go to the car wash with me tomorrow morning?” Justin asked a moment later.

“Only if we go to the Apple Store afterwards, so that I can get a new phone,” I let out a laugh and looked up at the stars that were the only witnesses to tonight’s events.


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Our Choices -- Chapter 6 -- Infectio et lupum

(Credit to gif owner) Sorry for the wait you guys!! I had a wicked busy week and writer’s block out the wazoo so it took me a little longer to get this one ready.  Hope y’all like it and get excited for Chapter 7 because it’ll be another long one :)

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Word Count: 3,123

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RECAP:  Sirius let out a sound similar to a dog’s whine when its owner leaves, and it nearly broke Remus’s heart despite the glow of his Patronus.  He frantically stuffed the photographs back into his robes; it would be far too dangerous to let Sirius have them, as much as he now wanted to.  Besides, they might be the only evidence that could one day set him free.

Sirius nodded unhappily; Twill was seconds away.  

“Take care of yourself, Padfoot,” Remus said.  He flicked his wand again and his full Patronus appeared.  With one last look at his wrongfully convicted friend, Remus hurried down the hall before Twill could catch him, leaving the silver wolf so Sirius could have just a few more moments of peace.

Remus was in tears by the time he encountered Twill, who was on her way to retrieve him.  Neither said a word to the other until they were safely back at the Ministry and she had him sign two more forms.  The Magical Corrections Office registered his wand (“Protocol for anyone returning from Azkaban,” a squeaky-voiced wizard told him, but the words barely registered.), and then he and Twill parted ways with a quick “take care.”  She didn’t seem to want to review the trip any more than he did, for which he was grateful.

Being back in London so abruptly after spending time in Azkaban was a significant culture shock, even though Remus had only been away from the civilized Wizarding world for two hours.  How was it possible, he thought as he left the Ministry and stepped into the late afternoon sun that no longer warmed him, that all these witches and wizards brushing past were doing so without a care in the world that miles away, an innocent man was dying slowly?  Didn’t they notice, shouldn’t they care?

Remus’s feet dragged him back to his flat as if by memory.  He had neither the desire nor the energy to Apparate, and when he got home he went immediately to his bed and curled up on his side.  The extent to which Azkaban had affected him hadn’t registered until he closed his eyes and immediately flung them open again with a sharp intake of breath, having seen behind his eyelids the walls of the prison again, closing in on him and dripping mildew.  He still felt like he would never feel completely warm, and his heart ached for Sirius.  

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Admin Melody here and here’s the first scenario of this blog. I was in a fluffy mood and decided to write on about Suga since I love him so much! I hope you guys like it and don’t forget to suggest other scenarios, reactions, etc.

 Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1K+

Don’t think of anything

Don’t say anything, not even a word

Yoongi laid silently in his bed. If it was any other day he had off from his hectic schedule, he would have been asleep but something about [Y/N] lying beside him, her head pressed against his chest and her chest rising and falling as she snored softly, made it bearable to be awake at the moment. He gently brushed the strands of her [H/C] hair that framed her face behind her ear and observed her peaceful features.

Just give me a smile

He didn’t know which was better, her beautiful smile when she was awake which seemed to light up the entire universe to him or the way her face was completely peaceful as she slept. He chuckled softly at the thought. How could he feel so much love and admiration towards one person?

I still can’t believe it

All of this seems like a dream

Don’t try to disappear

He broke out of his trance when he heard a soft giggle break through the blissful silence.

“Do you always stare at me when I’m asleep?” Her soft voice was raspy from waking up as a small but teasing smile made its way into her face. He playfully rolled his eyes and flicked her forehead.

“And why would I want to stare at you?” He said with mock disgust.

Is it true? Is it true?

You You

You’re so beautiful, that I’m scared

She gasped before playfully hitting his shoulder.

“You love me.” She grinned. “Unfortunately,” He said before laughing, one of his heart-stopping grins appeared on his face. He gently brushed his lips against hers. She smiled at him before rolling over to get out of bed but Yoongi’s slim arms wrapped around her waist pulling her back down. She groaned softly as he buried his face against the crook of her neck.

“Yoongi, let me go. I’m hungry” She whined.  His grip remained tight around her as he gently kissed her neck.

“Ten more minutes. “ She sighed softly, knowing he wasn’t going to budge. “Fine” She turned around to face him. Her [E/C] eyes stared back into his dark ones.  “Just ten minutes”, She said, sternly.  He briefly nodded as his face remained buried in her neck. She smiled as she ran a hand through his dyed black hair. “Why do I love you?”  She muttered softly. Yoongi chuckled softly.  

“Because I’m the only one that will put up with you” She rolled her eyes. “Wish I could say the same about you”

Will you stay by my side?

Will you promise me?

After ten minutes passed, [Y/N] broke out of Yoongi’s grip causing him to groan playfully. He looked up at her as she walked into the bathroom.  Once she walked out, her hair was in a small ponytail and she rolled her eyes at him. “If you’re not out of bed in 10 minutes, you’re not getting breakfast.”   She said, feigning a serious tone. Yoongi nodded even though they both knew she was bluffing.  She always made him eating and getting rest her top priority. He had the tendency to work days on end without eating or sleeping so she made it her job to prevent him from doing this. Likewise,  he did the same for her since she had the same overworking tendencies he had.

If I let go of your hand, you’ll fly away and break

I’m afraid, afraid, afraid

Yoongi reluctantly got out of bed, his messy hair falling into his eyes as he made his way towards the kitchen. The aroma of bacon and pancakes made him realize how hungry he actually was and made him quicken his pace. He walked into the kitchen and saw [Y/N] cooking. He could hear her humming to whatever song she had stuck in her head this time. He walked behind her and gently kissed her cheek.

“You’re adorable, jagi” He grinned at her, causing her cheeks to turn a rosy color.

“Wow. I get two smiles in one day. Are you sick, Yoongi?” She said, mockingly as she attempted to hide her embarrassment. He smirked slightly as he tilted her face up so she was looking at him.

“Only for you” He muttered before placing a brief kiss on her lips. “You’re so greasy!” She exclaimed as her cheeks turned a darker shade of red. He chuckled before sitting down at the table.

Will you stop time?

If this moment passes

She sat their plates down before sitting across from him. Yoongi immediately digged into the food causing a small smile to appear on her face.  She silently ate her food as she glanced up at him. From the time she met Yoongi, she and him had an immediate connection. It could only be described as if they were a couple from their past lives who had found each other once again. They were so similar. Both having a immense love for music and were incredibly stubborn people. They were each other's’ muses even though they wouldn’t admit to each other.

As though it hadn’t happened

I’m scared, scared, scared, I’ll lose you

“Look who’s staring now” Yoongi’s raspy voice snapped her out her thoughts. [Y/N] blinked before looking down at her empty plate.

“I was thinking” She muttered.

“Oh? Were you thinking about me?” He asked with a slight smirk on his face. She rolled her eyes before standing up and picking up their dirty dishes.

“Why would I want to think about you?”  She walked over to the sink and began to wash the dishes.

Butterfly, like a butterfly

Just like a butterfly bu-butterfly

Yoongi walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

 “Someone’s really sassy today”

 “And somebody is really touchy today” [Y/N] retorted. “I can’t touch my beautiful wife?” He asked. “Soon-to-be wife” She corrected with a sly grin. Yoongi tighten his grip around her waist and intertwined his hands with hers.

 “You’re still mine,” He said, running his finger over the cold metal of her engagement ring.  “And that’ll be official in a week, Mrs.Min” She giggled softly causing Yoongi’ heart to flutter.

 “I love you, Min Yoongi” She muttered, all of her love for him evident in her words.

“I love you too, Min [Y/N]” He said, softly before pressing a kiss against her cheek.

“And that will never change, my beautiful butterfly”

Double Time (13/24)

Disclaimer: Red vs Blue and related characters are the property of Rooster Teeth.
Language, Canon-typical violence
Tuckington, Chex
Rating: T
[Hero Time Sequel] After the events of Hero Time, the city and Blood Gulch are prepared for the true return of superheroes in a big way. But while Washington is attempting to adjust to a new relationship and a new living arrangement, the call of new heroes and a new mayor mean major changes for his professional life as well as his personal one. How will the balance of values fare when his new partners come to test everything he’s made of.

A/N: I am running out of things to say in these intros because they’re coming far too close together and I’m used to making 50% of my notes an apology for how long it took to get the chapter out. There are pros and cons to regular updates. Hopefully for you all, more pros than cons!

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Team Felix

Wash couldn’t even remember when was the last time it was him sitting in a waiting room in anticipation of news about someone else. He was willing to wager it had been a fairly long time, though. And he was not exactly pleased with his own apathy at the circumstances. 

Fortunately, he wasn’t alone with his thoughts or too long because the door was kicked open and revealed both mayoral candidates in wait. 

“What the hell is going on!?” Kimball demanded. 

“And are you alright, dear Washington?” Doyle added more softly. 

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anonymous asked:

can you write something for supercorp?

“Miss Luthor.”

Supergirl calls after the woman, striding down the hall away from her. In all honesty, it has been a very long day and she’s ready to go home, curl into her couch, and watch terrible television with her sister. But no. Some jackass had to go and threaten Lena Luthor. Again. So maybe her tone is a touch sharp but Lena Luthor is still walking away from her—into the room from which they only just removed a bomb.

“Miss Luthor!”

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AUTHOR: @ShinjiteFlorana

Prompt: Marriage is War // Who will Rule

Kagome didn’t know what possessed her to do it. Maybe it was this angle, looking down at him, knelt before her. It was really complete impulse, and in that moment, she was as surprised as he was when she placed her heel smack in the middle of his forehead and shoved.

Note: prepare for a lot of dumb rambling leading up to some a strange unfulfilling end. I started this thinking, man, a min of 500 words? That’s gunna be tough, I wanna keep this real shot. & here we are. 2,600 words later. Unproofread TRASH. Can’t post under my Inublog, ShinjiteFlorana, so don’t sub to this “betsystanich” thinking you get inu stuff. Sub to ShinjiteFlorana, if you want to after this TRIPE.

Extremely minor blood & femdom themes

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Glow for you

Summary- Pastel!Dan stands up for himself but somehow Punk!Phil still finds a way to protect him.

Word Count- 1.7k

Fluff basically

A/N- I found this in the depths of crap/unfinished fics and its the only one that didn’t need a lot of editing so here have it enjoy it, or hate it either is fine! Can i also point out that I suck at names like seriously the majority of them are song lyrics. sorry here is another of my phanfails.

Dan was on cloud nine this morning, everything just happened to go his way for once. He woke up before his alarm and was somehow wide awake. He didn’t have to wait 30 minutes for the shower water to warm up because it had started to get colder outside so his mum had left the heating on. His mum had also picked up his favourite cereal so he didn’t have to taste the cardboard disaster that was Kellogg’s cornflakes. His hair was at that perfect stage of wavy where upon first glance it seemed straight but his little curls were visible beneath the mop of chestnut brown, also due to the season change he could finally wear his favourite ensemble- a white shirt with a lilac jumper to match his lilac converse and black jeans (because pastel or punk black jeans look good on everyone). Everything was perfect.

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“I know who you are. Who you were,” Sam accused.

He didn’t react. Just resumed pacing back and forth across the clearing, flowers ruffling out of his path, as if he possessed some other-worldly force.

His expression saddened and he looked to the ground beneath their feet, at the soil and patches of dead grass. “You don’t know what it’s like to die,” he said quietly. “If you did, you’d be more afraid.” He produced a cigarette from seemingly nowhere and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes.

Sam knew she was teetering on a thin line, just how much she could vex him. He had already proven formidable. Despite that, she asked, “How did you die?”

With a flinch, Danny’s eyes snapped open, training on her. “I like you, Sam. Don’t ask me those kind of questions,” he lamented. “You already know I can’t answer them.”

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Rules of Society

Summary: You and Jackson go to the beach on a cold day, and when no one else is there, you find a way to keep warm.

Genre: Smut

Length: 2500


The day was cloudy and muggy, and it really showed with the lack of people on the usually crowded beaches. No one wanted to go to the ocean when there was a chance of rain and it was cold, well, except your boyfriend. Jackson had insisted on going, despite the weather, and even though the idea of going to the beach made your stomach churn, you had reluctantly agreed. It would make Jackson happy after all, and you wanted nothing more to make him happy, since he was always doing the same for you.

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This is inspired by @penandinkprincess and @dani-ellie03 I saw your post about Killian being a bad patient, I love your ideas guys! Also, I’m tagging @lenfaz because there is Liam and to give you credit for Liam/Tink that I now ship thanks to “Old Habits Die Hard.” :D

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One thing Emma Jones has just learned is that her husband Killian Jones turns into a complete child when he is sick. 

Killian has been sick the last day. Henry is staying at Regina’s so he doesn’t catch anything and Emma is more than happy to take care of him. 

Until they were left alone. 

He became completely different. When Henry was here, not a single complaint. When her mother brought him soup and ended up staying for an hour, no complaints. When her father stopped by to check on his mate (sometimes their relationship confused her) and stayed until dinner, nothing. 

But now? Now he’s acting like a child. The fearsome pirate Captain Hook is of the whining type when he gets sick.

“Swaaan, my head hurts.”

“Swaaan, I can’t breathe through my nose.”

“Swaaan, I can’t eat properly when I bloody well can’t swallow.” 

It’s all “Swan” this and “Swan” that and what really surprised Emma is that she never thought she would ever hear Captain Hook whine like a petulant child. She tried to be patient with him, being her True Love and husband, it was kind of an obligation. Okay, now she was making excuses. But still, she was starting to run out of patience. As much as she loves her pirate, he’s exasperating. 

“Killian, would you stop complaining it’s just a cold! You’ll get over it! Stop acting like a child!”

“But Swaaan, I’m suffering! This is the worst experience I have been through!”

She gave him her classic Emma Swan “really?” look. 

“Seriously? This is worse than you being sent to the Underworld and then I had to go down there and get your ass out by splitting my heart with you? This is worse than that?” 

“Alright, perhaps the second worst.”

She rolled her eyes at him. It’s been a year since they came back from rescuing Killian. The nightmares are less frequent for both of them and they’re at a place now where they can joke about it. It wasn’t easy, but they worked through it and healed each other. 

“Well, you would feel a lot better if you just took some medicine.”

“I don’t trust your modern medicine.” He crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and turned his head away from her. 

“You’re taking the medicine.”

“No I’m not.”

She huffed. Yeah, definitely a child. Why did he have to be so difficult? There was a knock at the door and she left a “suffering” Killian Jones to answer it. It was Liam.  

By some miraculous miracle Liam was able to come back with them, thanks to a reluctant Hades. He’s adapted well to modern technology and likes Storybrooke, especially after meeting Tink who he is now courting, as the Jones brothers call it. Before Emma could greet Liam, she heard a whine.


What? Did she just hear that correctly? Killian was whining? In front of someone? He’s only been whining with her. 

“Ah, little brother. I heard you were ill.” Liam stepped in and took a seat next to Killian. 

“I don’t feel well. And it’s younger brother,” Killian said. 

Liam patted his back sympathetically, ignoring the correction Killian made.  

“He’s been whining all day, hasn’t he?”

“Yes! And he won’t take his medicine!”

“He’s always been this difficult whenever he fell ill. I’m thankful I no longer hold the burden of taking care of Killian Jones when he falls ill.”

“How did you put up with it for all those years?”

“Oi, the both of you! I am sitting right here!”

Liam and Emma just rolled their eyes at him. 

“Now, before Liam came we were arguing about you taking the medicine.”

Emma went to grab the NyQuil so that when she makes him take it (and she will because if he was stubborn, she was just as stubborn), he’ll be knocked out and just go to sleep. 

“I do not want the medicine, Swan.”

She looked down at him and felt her anger flare, but held her self back. In a cool and firm tone and gritted teeth:

“Take. It. Now.”

The frustration must have been clear on her face and Killian could see that this was her breaking point. If he didn’t listen now, he wasn’t going to like the results of his behavior. Liam snickered next to him and Killian sent him a death glare. With obvious reluctance, Killian finally swallowed the pills. She sighed in relief. 

“Was that so hard little brother? Now, you make sure you take these bean-looking objects with healing properties when you are supposed to and that’s enough whining. Your poor wife has already made what I know is a mistake and married you, don’t let her regret it.”

If Killian wasn’t feeling so bad he would have replied with some snarky remark that would have resulted in their typical sibling banter, but he was so exhausted that he didn’t retort and only replied with a “get out” that held no real heat to it. Liam just smirked and told his brother he hopes he feels better and kisses Emma’s cheek goodbye. 

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

When they are finally under the covers and Emma is drifting off, Killian calls her name. She opens her eyes to see what he wants. 

“I’m sorry for my behavior, love. As you can tell I don’t take to being ill very well.”

Emma wasn’t that mad anymore, her frustration wearing off. She gave him a soft smile and cupped his cheek. 

“It’s ok, Killian I don’t mind. I just want you to get better. I’ll always take care of you.”

He gave her a wide grin, dimples and all. 

“And I, you.”

Now it was her turn to give him a wide grin. Still cupping his cheek, she ran her thumb over his scar and asked him a question that she’s been thinking about all day. 

“Killian, why did you only complain in front of me and Liam. When everyone else was around you “suffered” in silence.” 

He scratches the back of his ear and gives her a sheepish smile.

“Well, you and Liam are the only two people that I am completely open and vulnerable with.”

She bit her lip and smiled at him shyly. Even though they’re married, he still manages to make her shy with his words sometimes. She places a kiss on his forehead and urges him to sleep. Before they drift off she tells him that he is the only person she’s open and vulnerable with.

“I know.”

cowboy boots

Dex makes a decision. Oh, boy it’s a bad one. And, it’s just the beginning. 1/?  Nurseydex Fake dating AU (some homophobic language ahead but not much)

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A/N: Okay this is definitely not one of my best, it was rushed and I feel like it shows. Raven is a little OOC, but hopefully it turns out okay. Besides that, BEST BBRAE WEEK EVER!!

The sound of the party raged on outside of her door and she couldn’t help the scowl that grew on her face. Voices of happiness and cheerfulness filled the hallway and echoed in her ears, and in all honesty she hated it. She hated the way people took the tradition of Halloween too far, choosing to dress up and beg for candy. It wasn’t as if she didn’t like the holiday, because she absolutely did, she just didn’t like people, and people is what she received on this All Hallows Eve.

Her reflection showed something that she thought she would never have seen, a pale, flattened face girl with a rather reviling costume on. The tight fabric clung to her curves, showing off just what she had to offer even if it was less than those on the other side. The black velvet leotard exposed her legs just like her uniform, only she did not have her cloak to cover herself like she wished. Instead she had on a pair of black pantie hose that if she could see closely, exposed her shiny skin through its nearly invisible holes. The tail that was attached to her backside hung loosely by the back of her knees, swaying perfectly with every movement her hips provided, while the ears that were perched on top of her head had pink within the inside to simulate those of actual felines.

She looked down at her hands that held that last part of her dreaded black cat costume, a purple choke chosen to imitate a color. The silver tag that hung from it hat her name plastered on it like some form of joke. The scowl on her face grew as she imagined what the others would think of her best friends choice of costume.

“I think you look wonderful Raven.” An almost too cheerily voice cooed from behind her. Starfire had chosen to follow in the customary ‘slutty’ costume, wearing black leather that clung to her over exaggerated figure exposing more cleavage than any sane woman would have like to seen. Her red hair curled and fell perfectly along her backside while her fake guns hung loosely from her hip just as she intended them to do. Dressing up as Black Widow was frowned upon by many, however their voices of protest were silenced when the alien princess choose to show off what she had in mind. After that the boys piratically begged for her to wear it, just the thought made the empath sick.

“I look ridiculous Star.” Raven whined as she put on her so called collar. “Why did you choose a cat? Aren’t I creepy enough?”

The aliens head tilted in confusion, “Creepy? I do not understand, kittens are most adorable and-”

“Kittens yes.” Raven sighed as she turned to her friend with a small, ghost of a smile. “Black cats are bad luck, specifically on Halloween. They are commonly associated with witches and are avoided by most.”

Starfires expression changed into that of compassion and understanding. The empaths stomach tightened as the waves of aliens strong emotions crashed into her. “Friend Raven,” she started, placing a comforting hand on top of her shoulder, “you are not creepy or the bad luck.” Her hands held onto Raven’s shoulders, turning her around toward her reflection as she smiled her famous, infectious grin that caused men to shake at the knees. “Look at yourself, you are beautiful.”

“Starfire-” Raven began only to be cut off by the aliens shaking head.

“I am going to the party, take your time and finish up. I look forward to seeing you on the other side.” With that Starfire left the uneasy goth to her self loathing and slipped from her room. Ravens eyes glanced at the door with uncertainty and she couldn’t help the bubble of her stomach as it protested what was to come next.

“Damn you Star and your innocence.” Once her boots were on the goth walked slowly to the door contemplating if she could get away with her 'I’m sick’ lie. After realizing that would only cause more attention than needed she slid her hand on the door frame, opening the portal to what she saw as a another world.

The music that came from the front room was loud and obnoxious, echoing though the whole tower with its booming base. Raven cringed as she passed a few couples who had chosen her shared hallway to preform disgusting displays of public affection. She tired to avoid eye contact with those she could recognize through the costumes, moving quickly and quietly. That was until one of those showing the most effect ion pushed the werewolf off of her and called out to her friend.

“Raven is that you!” the empath flinched at the high pitched voice that could only belong to one person.

“Hello Jinx.” Raven growled as she kept her pace towards the common room. The pink haired witch caught up to her in no time, flashing her Cheshire like grin.

“A cat? Really? How cliche.” she mushed and pushed her friend with tease.

Raven raised an eyebrow in her direction and rounded the corner, “Coming from a witch that choose to dress up as a witch?”

“Hey it’s ironic.” she corrected as her werewolf companion finally caught up to their pace. Raven could feel Kid Flashes eyes on her and she knew what he was looking at immediately. A low whistle erupted through him and he soon began to pretend to pant like a pathetic dog.

“Damn Raven, you look sexy.” he mushed, earning a cold look from her obvious lover.

“Ew.” the empath bit and stopped in her tracks once the door became visible.

Jinx’s high pitched giggle hurt the goths ears and the look she was giving her forced her stomach to the floor. “Well he’s right you know.” she cooed smoothly near her ear. “You do look super sexy.”

“Ohhhkay.” Raven nearly hissed, rolling her eyes at her sexually confused friend. “Enough long island teas for you.” Jinx only giggled and shook her head, before she could even respond Jinx planted a soft kiss onto her cheek causing her face to become hot with embarrassment.

“My offer still stands ya know,” Jinx whispered a little too loudly for Ravens comfort. “If you ever get confused, I’m here for you.”

The pink tint on Raven’s cheeks turned bright red as she shook he head and took a few steps back, remembering the drunken conversation that they had not so long ago. “Ya answers still the same, no.” she nearly choked. This seemed to suffice for the sorceress because she nodded and with a small giggle she tugged her now wide eyed boyfriend back down the hallway, undoubtedly intending to continue what they had been doing before.

With a deep breath, Raven was able to regain her composure and turned towards her door. She could feel her heart as it thumped loudly against her chest, matching the worrying feeling that had grown in her stomach. If it wasn’t mandatory then she would have been sulking in her room hours ago but alas it was not possible and with another wave of her hand the doors to the common room opened, expelling the music that had been muffled by the barrier.

Beast Boy stood near the punch bowl and waved ever so slightly to the pounding music in the background. His dink whirled and twirled with his movements as he nodded politely to his friend beside him. His ragged mad hatters costume hung loosely on his fit figure while it’s mixed matched colors matched his personality perfectly. The over sized hat that sat on top his head itched and he had to use all of his will power to ignore it’s presence.

“Yeah and that’s why I love Halloween.” The metal vampire finished beside him. Beast Boy’s concentration was broken from his daydreaming and forced back in to reality. His confused look must not have gone unnoticed because Cyborgs sigh was louder than normal, “Dude, were you even listening?”

“Sure I was.” the changeling lied, offering an apologetic grin to his best friend. “You love Halloween because-uh-because-”

“Save it B.” Cyborg joked pushing him lightly with his elbow. “I know your distracted, and just so you know I just saw Star so she is sure to follow.”

Beast Boys cheeks tinted pink at his reference, pretending to play stupid as his feet began to shuffle with uneasiness. “Who are you talking about?” he asked as calmly as his body would allow him. His nervous tick kicked in and he couldn’t help his hand once it began to rub the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Yeah like you don’t know.” the tin man mused. With one final drink of his punch he tossed his red solo cup into the trashed and announced. “Just so you know, Star told me what costume she picked out for her and I’ve got to say, you better hold onto your over sided pants because they are about to be knocked off.”

Beast Boys ears perked with interest, “Oh yea, what is she dressed as?” With a chuckle the metal vampire shook his head and walked away from his friends presence, leaving the changeling dumbfounded. “Wait Cy, what is she dressed as!” he pleaded to his now disappearing form. The only response he received was a heartfelt chuckle and just like that the sea of costumes consumed his tall form.

“Fuck.” the changeling muttered under his breath with annoyance. He had used all of his power to convince Robin to make the party mandatory, even going as far as to give up his freedom on the weekends to take over other peoples patrol. Not that it mattered, all he wanted to do was make sure she showed. After all tonight was the night, not only was it her favorite night, it was the night he intended to admit his feelings. The night he was finally going to tell Raven that he had been in love with her from the moment he laid eyes on her.

His sensitive ears picked up on the sound of the common room doors, instinctively his eyes moved to the doors forcing the drink in his hand to hit the floor. There in the door way stood the most attractive cat he had ever seen, her tight black leotard clung to her body in a way that made him jealous. Her long plum hair was pulled back into a single braid reveling her beautiful face to the world. As her body entered her couldn’t stop the tornado that began to rage inside of him. He begged his feet to follow her but he found that they were firmly planted onto the floor as if by glue. Noting was working, that is nothing above the waist.

That was when she was approached by a well done up 'prince charming’, one who chose the sea as his intended home. Aqualads costume was picked just for this reason, Beast Boy knew the fish mans feelings towards the empath and he couldn’t help the fury that grew at the sight. Ever so slowly he leaned into her and whispered something that he knew was smooth into her ear. This must have made her amused because her perfect laughter soon filled his ears causing his heart to drop.

Before his brain could react the changeling found himself sprinting towards the two at unrealistic speed. He neared them just in time to catch the last teed-bit of the conversation, “dance. Would you like to dance with me my feisty kitten?”

“Uh-” Raven began only to be cut of by Beast Boy’s form as it took the place of the fish boy in front of her.

“Dance with me Rae.” the changeling managed to breath between gasps.

Raven’s face instantly became red from embarrassment and her gaze darted between the two of them. Beast Boy could almost see her weighting the options in her mind before she shook her head and whispered, “What are you doing Gar?”

“Asking the most beautiful girl in the room to a dance.” he said in the smoothest tone his could manage. Raven’s face twisted in confusion and he could see the compliment took her by surprise. Her mouth opened to respond only to be cut off once again by the green mans rival.

“Excuse me, but I believe I asked her first.” Aqualad bit and with one swift motion he pushed the green man to the side.

“She isn’t a prize.” Garfield bit out of fury. He could feel his fists clench at the sight of the handsome man, his knees began to sake at the sight of the smirk that had grown on his face from that comment.

Aqualad scoffed, “What are you even suppose to be anyways, homeless?”

“I’m the mad hatter.”

“Well you got the mad down packed.” Aqualad bit harshly. “You would have to be to think that a woman like Raven would even think to dance with a pathetic house pet like you.”

An animistic growl ripped through the changelings chest as his fist made contact with the fish mans perfect face. There was a cry of protest from the woman behind him and before he could even react her perfect hands were on his shoulder keeping him from pouncing onto his prey.

“Enough.” Raven hissed, “That’s enough Beast Boy.” The changelings gaze broke from Aqualad only to be met by a pair of perfect violet iris. The look she gave him was enough to send him over edge, her hold on him was strong and her simple words were all he needed to break the anger that hand consumed him. Sorrow and embarrassment instantly began to take over him and he couldn’t help but slump his shoulders in shame.

“I-I don’t know what came over me.” He whispered sheepishly, looking down towards the cowardly Titans East member who had was now attempting to stand only to slip on the small amount of blood that had fallen to the floor. “I’m- I’m so-”

“Don’t apologize.” Raven corrected causing the changeling to snap his head back to her. “If you didn’t do it I would have. No one should talk to you like that.”

Beast Boy’s eyes sparkled with excitement at her words and he could only mutter a small 'thank you’ in response. Raven only nodded as she began to lead him away from his victim and into the crowded dance floor. “Where are we going?” he asked and attempted to avoid running into people at the same time.

“We are getting a good spot to dance.” she answered smoothly. Beast Boy’s stomach dropped twisted into a knot and he couldn’t help but squeak pathetically at her confidence. This caused her to chuckle lightly once she stopped dead center of the floor.

The music stopped shortly only to replaced by Speedys booming voice. “Alright, this next song is up by popular demand! Enjoy!”

Raven’s heart pounded against her rib cage as the lead singers words began to spill from the speakers around her. Whatever confidence she once had soon disappeared once she realized what song was playing. The last thing she had intended to do was dance to suck a fast and protective song, but it was too late now.

I can move mountains
I can work a miracle, work a miracle
Oh, oh, keep you like an oath
May nothing but death do us part

The Mumsters theme song surrounded her and she watched as Beast Boy began to sway with the music ever so slightly. Her legs turned to jello at the sight of him and she wasn’t sure what to do nest, luckily the man she hand chosen to dance with did.

She wants to dance like Uma Thurman
Bury me till I confess
She wants to dance like Uma Thurman
And I can’t get you out of my head

Beast Boy’s strong hands reached out to her and pulled her closely to his body. She could feel his soft breath on her ear as he sung the lyrics to her in a husk, almost unbearable tone. Ever so slowly her body began to relax under his touch and she found herself sway with him slightly.

The stench, the stench, of summer sex
And CK eternity, oh hell yes
Divide me down to the smallest I can be
Put your, put your venom in me

I can move mountains
I can work a miracle, work a miracle
Oh, oh, I keep you like an oath
May nothing but death do us part

Her body shook with the pace he was setting and she couldn’t help but match him with every step. She wasn’t sure what came over to her because before she knew it she was in a compromising position with her teammate. With his chest pressed against her back, he moved rhythmically and slowly as not to frighten her. Colors and sounds began to be amplified around her as the people soon faded away. It was him and her, cat and mad hatter, beast and demon. Raven and Garfield.

Her back was pressing against him and he couldn’t help the short breaths that his lung was demanding to take. This was like nothing he had experienced before, not this was better. Without his permission his lips gazed the crevice of her neck and he could faintly make out the small sight that was his response.

She wants to dance like Uma Thurman
Bury me till I confess
She wants to dance like Uma Thurman
And I can’t get you out of my head

The blood, the blood, the blood of the lamb
It’s worth two lions, but here I am
And I slept in last night’s clothes and tomorrow’s dreams
But they’re not quite what they seem

This was it, everything he could have ever hoped for. In this moment nothing else mattered, and no one else mattered. He didn’t know that would happen after but he could only hope that this meant she felt what he felt. That she sensed the feelings the was expelling to her and only wish she understood. He knew this was fast, and almost seemed unrealistic but something forced him to continue. That was when he knew that it was her. She was pushing herself onto him.

I can move mountains
I can work a miracle, work a miracle
Oh, oh, I keep you like an oath
May nothing but death do us part

“Raven.” He finally managed to whispered into her soft ear. A small 'hmm’ was his only response as her loose form pressed against him. “Is this real?” he asked sheepishly.

“What?” she asked as her form halted her movements, pulling away from him and turning to face him yet again.

His throat became dry and he couldn’t help the tingling feeling his stomach was experiencing. “Is this real?” he repeated.

You’ll find your way
And may death find you alive
Take me down the line
In Gem City we turn the tide
You’ll find your way
And may death find you alive
Take me down the line
In Gem City we turn the tide

Something must have clicked in her mind because a small gasp ripped through her and she closed her eyes. His heart fluttered inside of him as he watched her face twist as if in pain. “I’m so sorry Gar.” she whispered before turning heel and heading back through the crowd. Instantly he found himself following her, the feeling of lust lingering on his skin.

I can move mountains
I can work a miracle, work a miracle
Oh, oh, I keep you like an oath
May nothing but death do us part

I can move mountains
I can work a miracle, work a miracle
Oh, oh, I keep you like an oath
May nothing but death do us part

“Raven!” he pleaded from behind her. “Raven wait.” But she didn’t, she couldn’t. The weight of the world had crashed back into her and she had realized what she was doing, and what she was dong was unthinkable. She didn’t know what had come over her, maybe it was his smell, maybe it was his honestly like voice but the spell he had on her was strong. Strong and confusing.

She could feel the footsteps that followed her but choose to ignore them as the sight of her door became clear. However before her fingers could touche the opening, his strong arm had grabbed a hold of her arm, spinning her around to face him once again.

His breathing was ragged as he looked into her nearly frightened eyes. He wasn’t sure what had happened, but he intended to find out. “Raven, what was that?” he asked, maybe a little too harshly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“Mean to what?” he asked once she pulled her arm away from his grip. “What become intimate with me?”

She couldn’t help but flinch at his term and he gaze dropped with shame. “I was forcing my feelings on you Gar. My powers-they do that sometimes when I feel too strongly. I knew what I was doing and I couldn’t stop. I’m so sorry.”

He could see the tears that were forming in her eyes but choose to ignore them, not only for him, but for her own good. “Are you trying telling me that those things I was feeling were you, not me?”

“I’m sorry.” she repeated once again as she turned back towards her door. Garfield couldn’t help the animistic growl that erupted though his chest as he once again pulled at her arm, turning her back to him. Only this time instead of stopping her pulled her to her chest and wrapped his arm around her waist pinning her in place.

“Don’t be.” he whispered and without permission her pressed his lips to hers with force. Her body stiffened at first but soon he found her hands on his neck and her lips moving with his. He felt his body erupt in fire and he could feel his heart burst within his chest. Once he pulled away he watched a smile tug at the corners of her lips and he couldn’t help but laugh at her dumb struck look. Her head shook as she whispered,

“Best Halloween Ever.”