i think there's something on the wall in sangwoo's bedroom? bum and seungboob noticed it and looked at it with weird expressions. it could be something disturbing sangwoo wrote and drew when he was younger
YES, there’s something on that wall:
It can’t be anything too messed up though since Seungbae got over it fast! I wonder what it is. (Also did you just call him Seungboob?)
Summery: Okay so in this imagine you are a pretty big actor who has made quite a few movies. You’re pretty famous and well known. A HUGE fan of Spiderman and Tom Holland, which Ellen knows. Little do you know that Tom is a huge fanboy of you as well. So, Ellen decided to play matchmaker and see if she can make her two guests fall in love.
Key: (Y/N)= Your name (Y/L/N) = your last name (C/F/N)=Celebrity friend name (S/N) =Ship Name (O/C/F) =other celebrity friend
You pace back and forth in your dressing room, trying your best to calm your nerves before going on live television. This isn’t he first time you will have been on television, but it is the first time you’ll be on the Ellen show.
You had met Ellen at the last Emmy awards and you two had gotten along quite well, even becoming friends.
The blonde invited you to be on the show after she saw the trailer for your latest film “Falling For a Lost Cause” about making the most out of life and love. It was kind of ironic how you played in a dramatic love story and yet had nobody for yourself to love. Well, romantically that is.
Unless you count your obsession over Tom Holland.
You had been a huge Spiderman fan ever since you were younger when you used to steal your brother’s comic books, and now that they’d come out with another reboot of the movie, you could honestly say you were in love. Toby and Andrew had also taken a toll on you as you spent countless night dreaming about them, but when Tom Holland was announced as the new web slinging hero, you fell head over heels. It may have been due to the fact that he was closer in age than the other two, or maybe it was the way his chocolate brown orbs could make you melt.
You had almost met him once. You were invited to the Doctor Strange premiere and saw the man of your dreams doing an interview, being his nerdy self.
When your close friend (C/F/N) finally pushed you to talk to him (and I literally mean she shoved you into him) you bumped into him rather hard and stumbled, losing your footing and pulling Tom down with you while others froze, watching the embarrassing ordeal.
Immediately you began spitting out apologies, stumbling over your words and turning a bright shade of red to match the shade you were pretty sure matched Tom’s as people helped you to your feet.
As you stood up, Tom said nothing as he stared at you, frozen and making you more embarrassed. You remember thinking ‘oh god, he hates me’ before literally running away.
You booked it down the red carpet, going past interviews and other celebrities before you hid behind your other friend (O/C/F), the whole night making sure that you wouldn’t see Tom Holland again.
The next morning your twitter feed was filled with clips of the embarrassing night before. As well as the many people commenting (S/N) anywhere they could.
You shake your head as you recall the embarrassing memory from over 6 months ago, stopping your pacing and plopping down on the couch, smoothing out the white robe you had on that you’d be removing to change into the black dress hanging up.
Deciding to kill time and get your mind off things, you change into the tight long sleeve black dress and your black strap on heels when you hear a knock on the door.
As you put in your right earring, grabbing your left, you head to the door.
Curiously, you turn the handle and peer out to see who you recognized as Andy, with a headset on and an embarrassed look on his face. “Oh hey,” you smiled, putting in your other earring as you opened you door further, now seeing a camera crew behind the average man.
“Uh hey to you too?” you said to the cameras suspiciously. “Andy right?” you asked as you shook the man’s hand. He nodded “yep, and you’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N) right?” he asked sarcastically. You laughed slightly, “Yuppo, that’s me,” you say in a slightly off voice and immediately scolding yourself mentally or your weirdness afterwords.
Andy however, laughs and you cringe, “Sorry I don’t know why I did that,” you giggle, “That was weird.” you laugh with Andy as he shakes his head, “No, you’re fine. Ellen just wants a word with you before the show.” he explains and you nod suspiciously, “a word with me?” you ask and Andy nods, “And a camera crew?” you ask, knowing Ellen is planning something.
“She wants to document it, for memories.” he says not convincing you in the least. “Uh huh,” you nod suspiciously as Andy begins walking away.
"Should I be scared?“ You ask the camera, to which the man holding it only smiles, "Come on man,” you laugh, following Andy, “Give me a hint,” you whisper shout making the cameraman smile once more, “Ugh you are no help.” you groan, trudging after Andy down a few halls.
Stopping, you take off your heels to ease the pain in the balls of your feet, running to catch up with Andy as he stops in front of a room. “Is this the part where you murder me?” you joke as Andy stays straight faced, answering by opening the door.
“Andy?” you ask, a chill going up your spine, as you step into the room. “Are you actually going to murder me?” you ask, your smile dropping as Andy closes the door suddenly, trapping you inside.
Your eyes widen as you rush to the door, hitting the wood “Andy!” you exclaim, hearing nobody on the other side.
You groan turning around sliding down the door. “Ugh,” you say, before seeing a camera on the far wall. Suddenly your blood runs cold, “Ellen if you scare me I swear I’ll die!” you warn, standing up and pacing the room, stopping before another hidden camera.
“I’m genuinely afraid right now,” you laugh slightly before you hear the door open behind you.
You almost turn around before you hear a voice you recognize, “Wait in there?” the British accent speaks, and you freeze, immedietly knowing who it is. “Nah mate, I feel like she’s gonna jump out at me.” Tom speaks once more and you almost laugh as you hear his footsteps stumble into the room and hear the door slam once more.
You glare at the camera in front of you, shaking your head angrily at Ellen who was most likely watching.
Then you heard Tom speak again, “Uh, miss?” he spoke uncertainly and you made a face, not wanting to address him and have him remember you. “Do you know why I’m in here?” he asks, his voice getting closer.
You turn around slowly, eyes trained on the floor as you try not to make eye contact, “I know about as much as you do,” you sigh, finally making yourself look up at Tom.
Oh God, why did he have to look so good. His hair was slicked and he was wearing a t-shirt and Denim jeans. He probably hadn’t changed for the show yet.
You had no idea he would be on the show today, if you did you would have been a lot more nervous.
As you studied him, you noticed that he froze, his eyes trained on you as he stood tense, a light pink dusting his features.
He probably was remembering the last time you saw him, when you completely embarrassed him.
You smiled shyly as he broke out into a huge grin, his mouth hanging open, “Y-you’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” he exclaimed, his arms making a huge gesture.
You furrowed your brows as he stared at you, “Yeah?” you said uncertainly as Tom exploded with energy, pacing around the room with his hands messing up his hair excitedly, the smile never leaving his face, “O-oh my God!” he exclaimed, “I am just such a huge fan.” he explained, coming up and grabbing your hand to shake it quite quickly, “I love you in (M/T) and (O/M/T) just,” he sighed, reminiscing, “Absolutely amazing!” he explained, going on and about you and how much of a fan he was.
To say you were shocked would be an understatement. This man you were practically in love with, whom you thought hated you, was a complete fanboy!
Finally, not being able to stay silent anymore, you exploded, “Me? You like me?” you asked in astonishment, your eyes wide as you stared him up and down, “I am like your biggest fan!” you exclaimed, “Y-you’re just so talented and funny.” you went on, “I cried when I watched the impossible, and I NEVER cry…besides Disney movies…” you mumble as you continued to compliment Tom and his work.
He stood there starstruck until you finally said, “and I thought you hated me after I embarrassed you on the red carpet,” to which Tom furrowed his brows, “What? no!” he disagreed, “Yeah!” you exclaim, “I mean, I pulled you to the ground in front of millions of viewers and to be fair you didn’t even say a word to me–"
"That’s because I was star struck!” he interrupts, “and you ran off before I could introduce myself. I found it quite funny actually,” he laughed with you, “Ugh. Well you know me, trying to avoid embarrassing encounters only by making them more awkward,” you face palmed.
Tom laughed mumbling something under his breath you couldn’t quite make out.
“Oh and don’t even get me started on Spiderman,” you exclaim as Tom’s head shoots up, “I mean, I love him so much it’s not even funny.” you laugh as Tom smiles widely, “No way, YOU love Spiderman?” he asks you and you nod obviously, giving him a “duh” face.
“I love Spiderman too!” he exclaims, “What are the odds?” he says sarcastically as you laugh with him.
Finally your laughter dies down and you realize you were still trapped in this room, and the show should start in 20 minutes.
“How are we gonna get out?” you say suddenly, both of your eyes widening.
Just then, you hear a voice all too familiar on the com on the right side of the room, “I’ll let you out if you kiss,” Ellen’s voice breaks through, causing your eyes to widen and face to turn to a shade resembling a tomato.
You hear her snickers before the com cuts off and you cough awkwardly, not even daring to spare Tom a glance, “Come on Ellen,” You groan, giving Tom an awkward smile, in which he returns shyly.
After what seems like forever, but was most likely just a few minutes, Tom’s stomach growls, causing you to laugh and gasp, “Ellen, we got a starving boy in here!” You exclaim as Tom begins to laugh, “What kind of monster traps someone in a room with no food!” You laugh with Tom as he kicks the ground with his foot.
About ten seconds later, a box slides under the small space under the door. Immediately, you rush to the box, pulling it out the rest of the way and jumping with glee.
Tom walks over curiously, “What is it?” He asks before I open the box, smiling even wider before I answer, “The cure to everything,” I sigh, “Aka, pizza.” I laugh as Tom groans teasingly, “I call first slice,” You declare, pulling out a slice and shoving it into your mouth.
You look over at Tom who’s eyes are wide with shock, “What?” You ask though a mouthful of cheesy goodness, “We’re trapped in here and you’re worried about getting the first slice?” He asks astonished. You glare at him teasingly, “You got something against pizza?” You ask as Tom immedietly widens his chocolate orbs and raises his hands in defense, “I didn’t say that,” he declares as you level a playful glare at him, “Good, I almost had to kill you for a second.” Tom giggled, actually giggled, “Well, we can’t have that now can we?” he laughs and you laugh with him, handing him the pizza box as he takes out a slice.
The two of you sit there in silence, eating pizza and sharing awkward glances, both resulting in blushing and looking down at the floor.
“The show starts in 15 minutes and I haven’t even gone to wardrobe,” he throws his head back and groans once more. You laugh at him, “After eating this greasy goodness, I need to get my makeup redone.” You sigh, “Guess we’re both in trouble,”
Tom mumbles something under his breath you can’t quite make out as you turn to him curiously, “What?” You ask and Tom looks at you in embarrassment, as if he was hoping you didn’t hear him. “S-sorry, no it was stupid…forget it.” he said too quickly, his eyes darting back to the floor.
You furrowed your brows, “No, I didn’t hear you, what was it?” you asked, genuinely curious as Tom looked up from the floor at you shyly, a pink dusting his cheeks, “I…er,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, making you smile at his shyness, “I, um, I said maybe we should just do it…” he trailed off as you smiled at him, your cheeks turning bright red.
“You mean kiss?” You ask, immedietly getting nervous and twiddling your thumbs. “Yeah…” Tom said, now seeming certain and determined as his eyes bore into mine.
“I-I mean unless you don’t want to we could just–” You interrupt him, placing your right hand on the back of his neck and pulling his face towards yours to press your lips onto his.
As soon as your tender flesh meets, Tom’s hand goes to your waist, pulling you impossibly close as your hand goes up to mess with his dark curls which were so much softer than you’d imagined.
The kiss was hungry and passionate and needy. neither of you wanted to break away as the door opened.
Finally you forced yourself to pull your lips from his, out of breath as Tom smiled at you slightly, his eyes wide, “Tastes like pizza,” he mumbles before Ellen and a camera crew come barging in, the blonde laughing hysterically, her face red as she stares at the two of you in shock, with mischief in her eye.
You had no time to be embarrassed as the crew dragged you and Tom away to your wardrobes where hair and makeup were waiting for you.
As they dolled you up, fixed your hair and rearranged your outfit, you sat in shock, not believing what just happened. You just kissed your celebrity crush, and he kissed you back.
You touched your lips chastely as you recalled his lips that were once there, on yours…
A/N: Part two will be what happens when the show actually starts and Ellen shows the audience your guys’ footage. It may even lead to a relationship.
I woke up feeling completely spent. The memories of that night came crashing down on me, making me relive the anxiety and fear that rushed all over my body as that man pointed the gun at me. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes when my thoughts flashed to my masked hero.
The warm hand that comforted me while I broke down. The softness of his voice when he made sure that I was alright. The way I felt more at ease talking to him than I did with people I actually knew.
My heart raced fast again but not from fear but because of… something else.
“Sam” your voice was barely above a whisper “I know. I know about-” but you didn’t have the chance to complete your sentence as you heard your phone ring, drowning all of your words.
You sighed, giving him a tight smile “I’ll go get that.” you said gently and he gave you a small nod. You stood in the doorway for a moment as you watched him carefully. He looked more tired, more worn out than you had ever seen him before in your life and it hurt you a lot more than you expected.
“Hello?” you asked, picking up without even glancing at the phone number.
“Hey, (Y/n).” your friend’s voice greeted you “Hope I didn’t wake you up?”
“No, Gen. Although my sleeping routine is a mess these days I still have been up for some time now.” you said, your feet carrying you to the kitchen before you could realize it.
“Well, that’s good then.” she breathed out a small sigh “Thomas, careful honey!” you heard her shout at her son and you giggled “Sorry, you know how he gets when he hears his favorite auntie is in the phone.”
hello!! i really love ur blog aah,,, could u maybe do headcanons for iida with an s/o who is short & soft but also surprisingly strong? if not thats fine! i hope ur both doing well!!
Awww this is cute!! Also we are both doing amazing, thank you sweet anon!!
Iida with a Short, Soft, but Tough s/o
It is well established that Tenya Iida is the king of being a helicopter boyfriend. Part of this has to do with the fact that he cares about his s/o and doesn’t want anything to happen, another part is the fact he enjoys his s/o’s company. This is all well and done, when he can actually see them.
His height, in this situation, is not a helping factor. Sure, he grabs things for his s/o whenever they ask (”Whatever you need, dear!!”), but when it comes to finding his s/o in a crowd, please help this man. Very prone to losing them in crowded hallways or walking in large crowds.
There is an immediate reaction, and his s/o can tell when they’re out of his sight by the sound of his engines revving and the people moving out of the way. Just be patient, he freaks out because of love.
Bends down to talk to so that he’s eye level with his s/o. It’s out of a deep respect for his s/o, and if he can sit he will, but he does like to be on their level. It may seem demeaning or annoying at first, but quickly his s/o learns that it’s just him being respectful. If his s/o asks him to stop, Tenya will without question, but if not, expect eye level conversations.
Again, will reach high shelves for his s/o, or if they prefer to get it themselves he will lift them up no problem.
Tenya very much admires his s/o’s softness, though. He tries to hide it, but he is wound pretty tight (if his s/o massages his back they will find knots galore). He needs something this soft in his life. Whether it be the kindness they show others, or the feeling of resting his head on their lap, he’s in heaven.
If his s/o speaks to him gently or plays with his hair while saying compliments and just being sweet, Tenya Iida will be six feet under in less than a minute. No one has ever really been mean to him before, but hearing kind words and feeling the softness of his s/o course through him is special. It means so much to him.
The first time he saw his s/o show off their strength, though, he was floored. Whether it be in battle, showing off the limits of their quirk, or standing up to a bully, he finds a new trait to admire.
Just because his s/o is a sweetie, doesn’t mean their a pushover, and Tenya learns this quickly. His gut reaction is to defend you in these situations, but he knows his s/o can handle themselves.
The fact that his s/o is both soft and strong lets him know that there is more to them that meets the eye, and he feels this warm feeling in his chest that makes him smile each time, without fail.
“So look, if you push this button here, it locks your screen so you dont accidentally hit anything while you’re out doing… whatever it is you do.”
“While I’m out guarding the galaxy.”
Tony’s lips twitched into a smile. “Sure, Star Lord. While you are out guarding the galaxy.”
“Do I detect some jealousy?”
“Definitely.” Tony shook his head with a little smile. “Space terrifies me. Want to be a spaceman, stuck on earth being a cowboy.
“Cowboys are cool.” Peter shrugged. “Besides, no need to worry about space when I’ll keep you warm and safe.” Peter winked at him and Tony looked away, flushing a little.
“Anyway, this little button here will keep your song playing steadily no matter what you’re doing.”
“You know, my Walkman did that too? No fancy technology required.” Peter argued, then he looked sad. “Miss my Walkman.”
Tony stared at him for a full minute. “So you aren’t grateful for this insanely expensive Stark Phone that I personally loaded over a thousand songs that I thought you would enjoy onto it? Is that what I’m hearing right now?”
“No.” Peter tried not to laugh at the horribly offended look on Tony’s face. “No. I appreciate it. It’s amazing.”
“But you miss your piece of shit Walkman.”
“Nostalgia man!” Peter argued. “Aren’t you nostalgic about anything?”
“Suck it, Space man.” Tony huffed and gathered up everything he’d brought to show off and turned and stomped out of the room.
“Nice goin.” Rocket snarked, baring his pointy teeth in a little smile. “Richest, most powerful guy on earth and you insult him when he gives you a present. Smart, StarTwat. Smart.”
“It is not Peter’s fault he is so foolishly attached to items from his childhood that he pushes away all attempts from the Iron Man to give him new things.” Drax interjected. “Just because it is stupid does not mean he doesn’t have the right to be nostalgic.”
“Um, thanks.” Peter sent Drax a look, knowing the guy was just trying to be comforting in that awkward, over literal, blunt way of his.
“I think you should stop flirting with him, and just get our gear fixed so we can leave.” Gamora said shortly, barely looking up from her book.
“I am Groot?”
“Tell me about it.” Rocket narrowed his eyes at the green woman. “Don’t be a hypocrite, Gamora. We all saw you flirting with that scary redhead. Don’t be mad at Peter for chasing some tail.”
“I am Groot.”
“No. No that’s not what chasing tail– I don’t mean Peter literally has a tail to chase.”
“That’s enough.” Peter sighed and ran his hands through his hair miserably. “I hope Stark isn’t too upset. We were having a good time.”
“And you think he is attractive and want to see him naked.” Drax pointed out.
“As long as he keeps fixing our gear, I don’t care what you and he do. Just don’t do it here.”
“Thanks for that Gamora. You know, there are two types of people in this world. People who–”
The woman got up and walked out of the room and Peter stared after her.
“That was rude. Wasn’t that rude?”
“I am Groot.”
“Yeah, I’m tired of hearing him bitch too. Let’s go twig.” The rest of the team filed out, leaving Peter alone on the couch, kicking himself for driving the brilliant hottie known as Tony Stark away.
Request from @carmineofmidgard: Hey !!i was wondering if you could write something with artist!reader x jughead fluff ? These are some Van Gogh quotes that I like, you could use them as like prompts: Art is to console those who are broken by life.
A/N: This my first oneshot ever written! I hope this fulfills your request!
“Art is to console those who are broken by life.” -Vincent Van Gogh
Saying you’ve had a tough life was an understatement. Your father had left the family when you were very little to be with his secretary leaving you and your mom alone. Your mom, while you adored her, kept pushing for you to become a doctor. She wanted you to have a successful and self-sustaining career; one that she never got to have. You on the other hand wanted to be an artist. Ever since your dad left, you loved to draw pictures of fantasy. Castles, dragons, princesses, and princes. Anything that could draw your mind away from your mom crying at night and less frequent phone calls from your happy father was a plus. Eventually, your drawings evolved into portraits. Well, secret portraits. You drew almost everyone in the school, but no one more than Jughead Jones III. Jughead fascinated you, and truth be told, you had a crush on him. How you could crush on someone that you knew nothing about and who didn’t even know your name was anyone’s best guess. As far as you could tell, the only thing you and Jughead had in common was the fact that you were both loners. That’s it.
You and Jughead had off fifth period and you both spent that time in the library, but not sitting next to each other or even near each other. Unfortunately, Reggie and his group also hung out in the library. It was an average Friday and you had just sat down in your chair in the library when Jughead came in, sitting in a chair across the room from you. Just as you pulled your sketchbook to draw, he pulled out his laptop to write. What he was writing, you had no idea. You began to draw the simple outlines of his face, gently moving your pen along the paper. You bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows and you attempted to capture his facial structure and his emotions. You were so immersed with your drawing that you didn’t notice Reggie peering of your shoulder wearing a wolfish grin. He waited for the librarian to leave the room to copy some papers before he stood up and made his way over to you. Within the span of a second, Reggie quickly pulled the sketchbook from your hands, loudly proclaiming,
“Well, what do we have here, Y/N?”
Everyone in the library looked up from what they were doing, including Jughead. In a flash, you were on your feet, attempting to get your sketchbook back from Reggie.
“Give it back, Reggie!”
Reggie chortled as he looked through your sketches. He had struck gold.
“Everyone, look! Y/N’s got a thing for Norman Bates over here!”
Reggie held up your sketches for everyone to see. Panic and embarrassment flooded your senses and tears began to well up in your eyes as everyone began to laugh at you. Everywhere you looked you could see people laughing. Then you made eye contact with Jughead. He wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t even smiling. He was looking at you intensely, but he wasn’t glaring. There was a look of concern there as well. It was too much for you to bear and you quickly ran out of the library, down the hallway, and out of the school. Knowing you couldn’t go home without your mother knowing you were skipping class, you began the trek to Pop’s.
Pop knew you were upset the moment you walked into the diner. You were always so exuberant, always saying hello and asking him about his family first chance you got. But now? You were silent. Pop looked over at you and smiled softly.
“You want the usual?”
You nodded and sat in one of the booths, your back facing the door. Pop came over with a chocolate milkshake.
“It’s on me.” Pop said and winked.
You smiled gratefully at him and slowly sipped the milkshake, the familiar taste bringing you some relief. Then you remembered you left your backpack in the library. Your sketchbook. Reggie probably still had it. He was probably running copies of your sketches of Jughead to put up all over the school to humiliate you as much as he could. You felt the hot sting of tears coming back as you remembered the laughs and Jughead’s stare and quickly wiped them away. You didn’t know how long you were sitting there, just thinking about the day’s events before a jingle sounded out around the diner as the front door opened. You didn’t pay much attention to it, swirling your straw around the almost empty glass before you heard something being placed down on the floor beside you. You looked to your side and saw your backpack along with a figure standing right next to you. You knew those black pants and shoes. You froze as you realized who it was and slowly looked up, making eye contact for the second time that day with Jughead Jones III who had your sketchbook in his hand.
“I believe this is yours,” he said as he handed it to you.
You swallowed the lump in your throat as you shakily took the sketchbook back.
Your quiet voice was raw from crying and Jughead took notice. He gestured to the seat in front of you.
“Can I sit?”
You nodded, not trusting your own voice. With a quiet “thanks,” he took a seat and the two of you were silent for a moment. You swallowed again. You had to say something.
“How did you know where I was?”
You mentally smacked yourself. Really, out of everything you could’ve said, that’s what your brain came up with? Jughead raised his eyebrows at you.
“I didn’t actually. I came here because I was gonna grab a bite to eat before dropping your stuff off at your house.”
Your cheeks became bright red as you imagined Jughead in your house. Not that you’ve fantasized about that way too many times.
“Well, um, thank you. For giving me back my sketchbook and backpack and all,” you said. “How did you get them back?”
You remembered Reggie’s mean laugh as he held the sketchbook above your head and flinched at the memory. Jughead chuckled at your question.
“It wasn’t easy, let’s just say that.”
You smiled for the first time since the morning and looked down.
“They’re really good,” Jughead said.
You looked up at him inquisitively.
“Your sketches I mean.”
Your heart plunged to your stomach again as you remembered his stare across the room. You looked down again.
“I’m sorry,” you said. “It probably looks like I’m some weird stalker or something.”
You were silent as you waited for his response.
“Aw, that’s a shame,” Jughead said and you looked up at him again, confused by his nonchalant response. “I was kinda hoping you were. Would’ve made a great storyline for my novel.”
He smirked at you and you, realizing he was joking, smiled along with him. Jughead pointed at your empty glass.
“Can I buy you another milkshake?”
“I’d like that.”
A/N: I hope that was okay! Let me know what you thought!
Me and my sister sitting next to each other, watching Spandam insult Robin:
mood is dropping
Me and my sister sitting next to each other, watching Spandam pull Robin by her hair:
mood is falling even more
Me and my sister sitting next to each other, watching Spandam reveal what his father did to Robins hometown:
mood is at the end
Me and my sister sitting next to each other, watching Spandam making fun of Robin because she cries:
what is mood
Me and my sister sitting next to each other, watching Spandam abusing Robin emotionally and physically:
I WILL JUMP INTO THE LAPTOP AND BEAT HIS GOD DAMN ASS TRY ME SPAMSPAM YOU WILL BE DEADDEAD I CAN TELL YOU THAT YOU WEAK ASS PIECE OF-
don’t cry tonight after the darkness passes, baby don’t cry tonight it’ll become as if it never happened
You stumble out of the bar, dragging your heels and bag behind you. Your disheveled hair reeks of vodka and mixed cocktails, the smell making you gag every second. It’s 2am on a Tuesday night, and you’re wasted on the empty streets, jobless and abandoned.
The alcohol-suppressed memories dance around your hazy mind, and any recollection of the atrocity that happened this afternoon makes you sick. You wobble through the dark, empty path only lit by a flickering yellow street lamp near the end. Somewhere down the line, your legs give in, and you collapse onto the cold graphite road, making your exposed thighs shiver. You wince and groan, pulling yourself onto the wall of a nearby store, which closed hours ago.
“Just my fucking luck,” you curse at your phone, whose screen remain lifeless. You throw your head back onto the wall and stare at the swirling buildings. How can someone lose everything in one night?
was so good jshdj i was wondering if you’ll make a chapter 2
guy you slept with is your new lecturer? Ok. This shouldn’t be awkward. At all.
Pairing: Jimin x
Count: 7814 (WHOOPS)
Note: HO BOI IT’S FINALLY DONE. I am so so sorry for the wait, and that I haven’t
been putting out fics as fast as I used to, but I’ve spent ages on this one and
I am drained lmao. And what makes this even more special, ‘Coincidence Pt. 1’ surpassed 500 notes! I’m so happy that many of
you enjoyed my story and thankful to everyone who read it! So without further
ado, here is the (long ass) sequel for Coincidence. As always, let me know if there are errors, and happy reading!
“Argh… Fuck.” Harry moaned, his hands were under his pants pumping his dick faster and faster until he reaches his climax, the hotel room are very quiet and cold. He made his way to the bathroom to shower and clean himself, the warm water are dripping all over his tense body, he’s been very lonely. He have been very busy with the debut album, everything is very exhausting that he forgot about [Y/N].
Tall skinny body, brown glowy skin, wavy hair she is so beautiful that Harry is confused why the hell she’s not a freaking super model. They have broken up months ago, but he’s still not over it yet, Harry found himself still thinking about her but Harry is positive that [Y/N] is 100% over him. He walked out of the shower after he finished drying his hair, because it became a routine ever since [Y/N] told him that it’s not good to sleep with your hair dripping wet. Harry misses her so much that it hurts his whole body, especially his chest. He misses her Tom Ford perfume Harry had gifted to her because the scent of that perfume just reminds him of [Y/N], the screaming that came from the dining table while she works on her job that is graphic design because she forgot to add another layer, coming home to her playing the grand piano, and the way she took care of him
until he can’t take it, so he called her.
“Hello?” Her voice are raspy, she sounds like she just got out of bed then Harry checked the digital clock that is beside his bed
02:32 AM Crap.
He thought, he forgot that it’s two in the freaking morning
“Who the fuck is this?” She continued “It’s- It’s Ha- Harry.” Harry stutters “Why the hell are you calling me in this hour?! Can’t it wait tomorrow?”
"Can- Can I come to your apartment?“
“In this hour? Hell no Styles.” She answered “Please [Y/N]?” She didn’t answer him for a couple seconds but then she agreed “Fine.”
"Thanks Love.“ The nickname definitely slips out of his mouth, he didn’t mean to call her that, after he hung up he put on some clothes, took his keys and immediately drive to [Y/N]’s apartment.
When he arrived at the white building he immediately made his way inside and went to the receptionist desk but he found the staff sleeping with his head rested on the wooden table so he went upstairs without leaving his ID at the receptionist desk.
The elevator dinged when it arrived at the third floor, he walked outside and began to find [Y/N]’s apartment door.
0703.The sign on the black door said, he knocked it a couple times but there is no sign that [Y/N] is making her way to the door, so he open up the door; it’s unlocked
"God Damn it [Y/N].” He went inside quickly and walk straight to [Y/N]’s room and he’s never been so relieved in his life to see her sleeping safely in her bedroom, he sat at the small red couch beside her bed, watching someone while sleeping is overused and mainstream but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of the beautiful girl that is sleeping. After a couple minute watching her sleeping quietly Harry decided to go out of the room to get some water but Harry being the clumsy guy he is, he accidentally run in to her nightstand and knocked up a little night lamp “Fuck.” He hisses quietly
“What the…” [Y/N] is awake by the time Harry clutching on his toes “I’m ver-very sorry, please go back to sleep.” He didn’t know what to say, It’s been months since the last time they saw each other “No, I just- you really came here.” She said
"I did.“ He nodded, [Y/N] sighed and sit up "Why do you came here? It’s like in the middle of the night! This is so weird you are my ex boyfriend and-"
"You didn’t lock your door, that’s dangerous.” He cut off her sentence
“It’s not like I have something worth thousands of dollars inside this crappy apartment.” She answered “But they can hurt you.”
"Why do you care Harry? Just go home okay, get some sleep I’m sure you have a lot of things to do tomorrow.“ She’s always been the type of girl that is not into complicated drama, if there’s a problem or a conflict she’ll try to fix it right away leaving the drama out of it
"But I miss you.” That. There’s the words that Harry has been dying to say to her
“Just go home okay H?” The nickname, she didn’t mean for it to slip out of her lips “There’s no alcohol in this world that can sink in the chest pain I am having every time I think about you.”
"Go home Drama Queen, you don’t get to say that after leaving me with no phone call or text after the break up.“ She lay down and turn to the other side "I’m sorry [Y/N]."
"You are forgiven, now go home get some sleep.” Harry sighed and sit at the edge of her bed, she’s never been the one that have a lot of money, she rarely treated herself, she hardly want to buy anything because her job didn’t pay her that well and Harry miss the time he can spoil her with anything even though she didn’t like it when people buy her things
“Can I sleep here? On the couch?” He asked her “What ever I don’t care.” She coldly answered, Harry nodded despite the fact that she can’t see him so he took of his shoes and shirt leaving him with the dark grey sweatpants he is wearing and try to lay down on the couch and slowly he fell asleep.
After about fifteen minuted being half asleep Harry are woken up by a sound of someone sobbing quietly, Harry immediately sit up and went over to the bed to check on [Y/N]
“[Y/N]?” He whispered, she looked a little shocked “God damn it H, I thought you were asleep.” She rasp “I was.” Harry’s fingers are wiping the tears that is staining her beautiful face “Why are you crying? Tell me [Y/N].”
"It’s just- It’s just that you don’t get to come here, calling in the middle of the night out of nowhere after you decided that you missed me! I have been missing you this whole time but I can’t just call you and tell you that I missed you! You can’t do that Harry that’s not fucking fair!“ She shouted, clutching on to the pillow she’s hugging, the familiar pain sensation spreading across his chest "I’m so sorry darling, that it took me a lot of time to realize that I missed you,” she shooked her head while the tears keep streaming out of her eyes, Harry tugged the wavy hair on to the back of her ears “Come one Love, show me your beautiful face,” She always falls for his charms, the way he talk to her made her knees weak, and somehow she always agree to do what he says as if she’s compelled she should be hating him after all of the things he did to her but as you can see now she’s letting him in again
“There you go.” he began to dry the tears from her face and lay down beside her “I thought, maybe one day you’d call me and tell me that you’re sorry too. I waited Harry and God, I hate myself so much for getting my hopes up. It hurts H.”
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry sweetheart. I’m here now, I’m not leaving you not again, not anymore,“ Harry lay down beside her and play with her hair from the back, he know that [Y/N] will be fast asleep if Harry played with her hair "I love you [Y/N], now sleep my love. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
Harry woke up with [Y/N] sleeping quietly beside him facing the big and dirty window, Harry didn’t have her wrapped around his arms because cuddles won’t instantly fix them, Harry don’t think that it’s what [Y/N] wanted, so he gave her space; just like what she wanted. It’s been a very long time since Harry came to this apartment, the last time he came here was before [Y/N] move to his apartment and help her packs up her things. Harry slowly sit up and walk outside her room to get something to eat, he went to the kitchen and open up the fridge; it doesn’t have anything unless two bottles of wine and Chinese food leftovers that is probably not edible by now Harry wants to go out and buy something to eat for both of them but he promised her when she wakes up he’s going to be right here.
[Y/N] woke up facing the window, she roll over and found the space beside her empty. She sighs knowing that this would happen, and how she shouldn’t get her hopes up that Harry would stay the night. She checked her nightstand and no, he didn’t left any notes she told herself to get over it and get ready to start the day.
Harry heard a shuffling in [Y/N]’s room and decided to check her, as he walk inside her room he saw her in a plain black bra set “JESUS!” She screamed and cover herself with a blanket “It’s nothing I haven’t see [Y/N].” He smirked “I thought you left.” She walk over to her the other side of her bed-still in her underwear and put on some clothes, Harry can’t stop staring at her, her body-god her body is amazing “I’m a man of my words [Y/N],” Harry answered [Y/N] respond him by rolling her eyes
"Where are you going?“ He asked seeing her putting on a jeans and a grey sweater that looks like it’s Harry’s "Work, where else?” She answered
“Skip work.” He said, [Y/N] shook her head and laugh coldly “You think I can just skip work? I’m not like you okay?” She went to the desk and put her laptop and the charger inside her black Saint Laurent bag Harry bought for her when he was in New York “Please? It’s just one day!”
"No, I got paid only seven dollar per hour because I’m on training. I can’t lose this job Harry,“ she walk outside her bedroom putting on a black converse and walk to the door "Go home, you don’t have to lock the door on your way out.” She slammed shut the door leaving confused Harry and her heart at the green eyed man she loved so much.
A/N: Feedback and constructive criticism always appreciated. Unedited. Mistakes are all mine. *Made some adjustments to the timeline from part 3 cuz I changed some backstory. Had to edit to fix it. Changed their ages from getting together at age 26 to age 22.*
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I can’t find Y/N. She’s not in her room and I’ve looked every – Oh.” Sam’s
panic faded to a smile when he opened the door to Dean’s room and found the two
of you together. Dean stirred and half opened his eyes, looking toward Sam in
the open doorway. “Sorry, I just…I thought she might’ve bailed.”
ok.” Dean spoke softly, trying not to wake you. “We were talking. She fell
asleep so I let her crash here. Didn’t see the point in waking her up to go
Sam smirked knowingly. “More like you missed her and didn’t wanna let her go.”
Dean shot Sam a glare and Sam held his hands up in surrender. “I’m not judging
you, man. I’m just saying don’t push her too hard or too fast. There’s
breakfast in the kitchen whenever you guys are ready.” Dean gave a small nod
and Sam backed out of the room, closing the door gently.
absently ran his fingers through your hair, closing his eyes again and letting
out a content sigh.
woke up slowly, slightly confused. You didn’t remember falling asleep and you
were up against something solid and warm. The last thing you remembered was
Dean filling you in about your life and that was when you realized you must’ve
fallen asleep on Dean and shot up like you’d been electrocuted. “I’m sorry. I
didn’t – I – I’ll go.” You moved quickly, maneuvering out of Dean’s grip and
out of the bed when he grabbed you and stopped you from going any further.
Hi! I love your blog! Can I make a request? MC's child comes home after being bullied in school and tried to hide it! How do the RFA(Saeran+V) think or do after finding out their child is being bullied?
( `ε´ ) I’ve def had to be mc in a few of these situations for my lil bro.
- It took a while before the two of you noticed. Your daughter always came home from school smiling and hugging the both of you.
- It was a normal habit that you would help her with her homework, but tonight as you helped her look for it, tears sprang in her eyes.
- “Aw, honey, did you accidentally leave it at school? It’s okay, accidents happen. We can try and email your teacher, okay?”
- When she kept crying, that’s when you got worried and started asking her what was wrong.
- After a few attempts at calming herself, she messily blubbered out that the kids at school had thrown her homework away again.
- Again?? What??
- You start cuddling her in your lap, rubbing her back as she sobs. “What do you mean? Honey, are the other kids bothering you?”
- She explains how they bully her- Throwing away her homework and calling her names. They won’t even play with her at recess anymore. And apparently it’s due to her white hair and eyes.
- When Zen comes home to find both of his girls looking upset while cuddling on the couch, he’s instantly ready to Fight.
- After calming your daughter down, the two of you let her play in her room while the two of you talk. You explaining everything to Zen.
- He Is Pissed. He wants to give a piece of his mind to the parents and their kids while you want a more peaceful approach.
- It’s not that you’re not mad, you’re fucking pissed too, but you need to be levelheaded about this if you want something done.
- So on a day you know Zen is busy, you set up a meeting with her teacher to discuss what is happening. You manage to resolve the situation, saying that if it keeps up you will be talking to the principal, but otherwise it should be taken care of.
- Later that day the two of you take your daughter out for a nice outing to take her mind off of things, constantly telling her how much the two of you love her.
- The two of you noticed your son was a bit more irritable than usual. Nowadays he just instantly went to his room after school, only coming out for dinner.
- Jumin was worried instantly. More than you because you just thought it was part of him growing up.
- Jumin ended up going and trying to talk to him but….Unfortunately, your son was a big momma’s boy… He hardly would talk to Jumin.
- After Jumin getting a bit annoyed, you kissed him on the cheek and took a try at getting your son to talk.
- You popped in and tried making a silly face, which made him try to keep acting stern and hide his giggle.
- You sat on his bed and ruffled his hair, asking him why he was so angry lately.
- “The other kids keep laughing at me because my math scores are low… That I won’t be able to be as smart as dad when I grow up…”
- Is this how rich kids made fun of eachother? You asked him how smart he thought your were.
- “Super smart! You always know what to do.”
- Pfft. You laughed a bit and explained that when you were younger, your math scores were terrible. You even had gotten a failing grade in one class before.
- His eyes nearly popped out of his head. “What??”
- It was easy sailing from there. You managed to cheer him up pretty quickly, and soon he was fussing about how the other kids had no idea what they were talking about.
- (Yeah…He was Jumin’s son alright…)
- After the talk ended, you left to explain what happened to Jumin. He instantly wanted to take this up with the school board (Jumin calm, jeez), but you talked him out of that quickly.
- It wasn’t any hardcore bullying, and soon your son started perking up after school.
- Sometimes when your son came home, he’d be a bit teary-eyed. Just once in a while, and he usually said he was just sleepy and needed a nap.
- When it started happening nearly every day, you felt something was wrong.
- Everything was confirmed when you decide to meet him where his bus lets him off, and you hear the other kids jeering at him.
- As soon as the two of you get inside, you give him a big hug and call Jaehee over.
- “Sweetie, what’s happening? Are you okay?”
- He ends up breaking down and talking about how the other kids make fun of him on the bus. They’re all older and tease him constantly push him around.
- Jaehee instantly wants to talk to the school and figure out why in the world this is allowed, but you end up taking matters into your own hands.
- The next day you wait for your son to get off the bus, and before the bus doors can close you call out to the bus driver.
- After a stern lecture and a few curses when you weren’t taken seriously, you finally got the situation settled when you threatened to bring it up with the school board and possibly get the driver fired.
- (Jaehee is v impressed)
- Afterwards, Jaehee makes him a frappe while all of you go out and buy him a few new toys.
- Your daughter grew up in a very….geeky home.
- She was introduced to games and the like very early on, and wore a lot of clothing related to the stuff.
- She normally didn’t have a problem about it, but one day she ended up coming home from school, trying to stop herself from crying.
- The two of you were on her in an instant, gently asking what had happened.
- “Mommy, why couldn’t I be like the other girls??”
- Apparently, the kids in her class were making fun of her for not wearing make-up or dressing all girly like the girls in her class
- (She’s…Too young for make-up!)
- You’re upset, but surprisingly Yoosung is very calm about the situation.
- He ends up getting on his knees and holding your daughter’s shoulders.
- He asks her about certain female characters in games, the ones that saved the day and was the heroines of the games she had played.
- “Do you think they cared what others thought of them?”
- “That’s right. Even when others made fun of them, told them they couldn’t save the galaxy, they didn’t care! They kept their head up and kept on going!”
-Oh my god.
- But…It was helping. Your daughter slowly stopped crying, and then she stomped her foot down.
- “I’m going to be just like Shepard!!” She shouted, balling her fists up and looking stern. “Fuck those guys!”
- Omg, no, sweetie.
- Now it was your turn for a talk on how she wasn’t ready to say words like that (Gdi Yoosung)
- Regardless, in the end, Yoosung’s little pep talk ended up helping her ignore the kids teasing her.
- Any child of Seven’s was bound to grow up just as quirky as he was.
- Your daughter loved computers and robots, and mainly boy related things, but she was funny as well.
- Just not funny like the kids her age was used too. Mainly..’Seven’ funny…
- She usually got along with others well. She was able to make them laugh, and she had a few friends.
- But one day over dinner, she opened up about a boy calling her weird and ugly.
- The two of you instantly stopped eating, ready to shower her with compliments and assurances that she wasn’t any of that.
-…But apparently she didn’t need that. “It’s okay, I just kicked him in the shin and he shut up.”
- Oh my god. Seven busted out laughing, but you ended up telling her not to kick anyone again if she could help it.
- Soon, she began opening up about the ways the kids tried bullying her.
- “He called me weird, so I turned around and called him illiterate. He looked really confused, so I was all ‘Sorry, i thought we were stating the obvious.’”
- Seven laughed every time, and the two of you were proud she wasn’t letting the other kids bother her too much. She was going to grow up very strong-willed.
- The two of you thought everything was fine until your son had a huge attitude one night. He even started yelling at V! Something he never did!
- “Everyone was right! You’re just as dumb as you look!!” And bam, he ran to his room in a fit of tears.
- Both you and V were very confused. (V even asked if he was wearing his shirt wrong or something.)
- Slowly, you entered your son’s room, calmly asking if you could talk to him.
- After him hugging a pillow to death, he finally said all the kids were making fun of him for his dad being blind.
- (Why are kids so mean??)
- “Why can’t he go get his eyes fixed already? Does he just not want to see me?”
- Aw baby… You hugged him close and just told him how V couldn’t really have his eyes fixed like that. And he could see, just a bit, but it was harder on him now that time had passed.
- He ended up crying for a while from stress, from the kids bullying him, from his dad not being able to see well.
- After a while when he calmed down, you let him sleep as you went and explained everything to V.
- He felt a bit guilty that his son felt that way, but you were quick to explain it was just due to all the stress of the bullying.
- The next day, after school, all three of you sat and had a big family talk. Mainly V talking, but you all sorted out any misconceptions. The talk ended up making your son hug onto V and cry and apologize, but at least a few things were settled.
- The rest of the talk was giving advice to your son. To tell the teachers when this happened, to tell the principal or you two if it got worse, a few tips on how to handle it.
- During the weekend, V ended up making a call to ‘Uncle Jumin’ and being able to spoil your son for the weekend to cheer him up.
- Every time your daughter had to go to school, be picked up early, dropped off late, you were the one who always took her.
- You never really thought anything of it, but one day she asked why her dad never did so.
- Honestly…You just never asked him, you were fine doing it yourself, and he didn’t mind either.
- “The other kids don’t think I have a dad…”
- (Kid logic…)
- You ended up laughing, but when you noticed she looked sad about it, you quickly stopped.
- “Does dad not like seeing me?”
- Aw, baby. The kids had her thinking her dad didn’t like her.
- After reassuring her that her dad was just a bit shy, you sent her to bed and talked to Saeran about it.
- He just said the two of you would start taking turns.
- So the next day, you let Saeran pick her up from school while you went out grocery shopping.
- You weren’t expecting a phone call, but you answered it as you shopped.
- “Yeah, uh… I don’t think they kids are going to say anything anymore.”
- Apparently, the kids saw him and instantly clammed up. Your daughter even ended up sticking her tongue out at them after she hugged her dad.
- Oh my god. The two of you laughed about it.
- “So, are you guys home?”
- “Oh, no. I stopped by the ice cream parlor-”
- “What? No! Saeran! Dinner!! Don’t ruin her appetite!”
It had all started as a blind date. Your friends set you up to meet some guy, “someone exotic” they promised. You hadn’t been on a real date in a good while, nothing more than one night hook ups. So against your better judgement, you’d gone along with it.
The date itself had gone surprisingly well. Initially you’d been a little shocked, seeing as from the waist down he was all tentacles. But he was a really nice guy, and the two of you hit it off well. As the date drew to a close, you invited him back to your place, teasing that you knew a way to sneak into your apartment complex’s pool when he seemed reluctant. He agreed finally, and the two of you made your way there.
You threw off your clothes and jumped in, while he slid into the water with a strange grace. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, pressing up against his cool body. You could feel the soft flesh of his tentacles against your hips and legs. Each long appendage caressed and tugged, little suckers teasing over your skin. He broke away from the kiss, panting and gripping your shoulders.
“W-we should stop,” he panted.
“But it was just getting good,” you teased. You kissed at his lips again, feeling him flinch. He made a half hearted attempt to move away, but you kept your arms around him.
“I should go home…”
“You can stay at my place.”
“No, you don’t under-”
You cut him off with another firm kiss, pressing yourself close to him. It took a moment, but soon his arms were around you, holding you almost crushingly tight. Suddenly your back was to the wall, and his tentacles had hold of your legs. His eyes were alight with feral need as he maneuvered you.
“I’m sorry,” he panted.
You could sort of see beneath his tentacles now, and you gasped to realize there was something bulbous and rather large there, almost like a mammal’s balls but…much, MUCH bigger. It was almost translucent, and you could see…movement?
Before you could question it, he pushed you legs up and pulled you half under his mantle. You gasped to feel the tip of his probing cock, crying out in pleasure as it suddenly plunged deep into your hole. His tentacles moved you, working you like a life sized sex toy over his shaft.
“I shouldn’t have met you,” he panted. He hissed and jerked against you, and you could feel that sack against your body. It convulsed, skin around it tightening. “Ah…hah…Fuck I..” He jerked you faster, gripping your arms in both hands. “I’m..in season. I need to implant my young..”
Before he can explain, you felt his cock suddenly spreading at the base, forcing your hole wider with it. He sobbed in a mix of pleasure and pain, forcing you onto the swell over and over. Finally, he kept your bodies flush, grunting and panting intime with the tensing of the heavy sack. Wider and wider, his cock spread you open. You screamed, tried to pull your arms free and push against him, but his grip was iron. Another long grunt, and he let out a sob of relief just as you screamed in agony.
“That’s the head…rest should..be easier.”
“Head?! What the fuck are you-AH!”
He pushed against you, and you felt the ‘head’ working its way deeper into you. His cock swelled and spread, opening you to allow whatever it was to slide into you. You looked down to see your stomach stretching outward, pressing against his. You both cried out as another jerk of his hips pushed whatever it was all the way into you. He shuddered and rest his head against your shoulder.
“That’s..the first one..”
That barely had time to register before he hissed in pain and arched against you again. Once more your hold spread, crowning in reverse around his cock. It didn’t take as long, but the stretch was still just as incredible. With another “head” tying you together, you squirmed and writhed and sobbed, trying to free your limbs and push him away. He held fast.
“It’ll be over soon..” He sounded almost apologetic.
You shuddered and squirmed as the thing wriggled deeper, sliding to meet the first. Your belly now looked like a nearly full term pregnancy, visibly writhing and squirming. He thrust against you once, flooding your hole with seed or slick or whatever, something liquid and viscous. Your belly swelled further, and his grip finally relaxed.
So you slapped the fuck out of him.
“…I deserved that,” he said meekly.
“Damn right you did!” you gasped. Having so much inside you, pushing your organs around, it was hard to breathe, and you were suddenly aware of just how squished your bladder was. “What the hell was that?! Take it out!”
“I..can’t.” He ducked his head, looking at you with sad but earnest eyes. “I’m sorry, I’ll…I’ll do whatever I can. But they’ve implanted by now-”
“They?!” you spat.
You went silent, staring at him. He babbled a moment, something about a weird evolutionary branch of his species where they weren’t entirely one gender or the other, and often had to transfer their unborn offspring to gestate in a new host.
“They won’t hurt you,” he said. He tried to lay a comforting hand on your massive belly but you shoved it away. “…They’ll attach to you like a human baby would, and just draw nutrients off your system.”
“So you put a couple of parasites in me, GREAT! Nice first date you shit head.”
You tried to move away from him, but found your new girth ungainly and awkward. He caught you, and though you tried to push him back, he helped you out of the pool.
“I will take care of you, if you let me,” he said. “I’ll..hell I’ll pay your bills for the next few months, make sure you don’t need-”
“Months!? Just how long is this going to take!?”
“Usually…2 to 3, it depends..” Again, he seemed to shrink back a bit as he crawled out of the pool. “Please..there isn’t anything that can be done now. Even if we force them to detach, it would hurt you as much as them.” You could hardly believe what you were hearing.
“So I’m stuck now, that’s what you’re saying.” You feel yourself shaking. His young, his /babies/ were inside of you now. You could feel them shift and squirm, making you grunt and feel sick.
“I’m sorry…I told you we should have stopped..”
“You’re an asshole.”
“I know…” He offered his hands to help you up. “At least let me get you home.”
“I don’t want you to know where I fucking live,” you snarl. You get up and waddle to your clothes. Your back already hurts, your hole is throbbing and aching from the ridiculous stretch of TWO babies being shoved through it. You feel yourself gape open as you bend over to get your clothes. Your shirt refuses to stretch over your belly.
Strong hands grab you and whirl you around. He holds you tight, fixing you with a firm look.
“This situation sucks, I know,” he said. “But please…/please/ let me help you. Once it’s over, I’ll take them and leave and never bother you again. I know you hate me right now but…I want to make it right.”
You jerk out of his hold and spit another curse at him.
“Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.” You do your best to jerk your pants back on, then make your way out of the pool area.
You don’t know what you’ll do, but you’ll figure it out. And WITHOUT him.
Jack’s first time back at the haus since he left is coming and he and bits decide it’s time to come out to the boys. They feel kinda guilty about hiding it because they don’t want them to feel untrustworthy.
‘What are we gonna say’ bits asks over skype. And a normal person would probably just gather everyone together and explain the situation and thank everyone for their support but. Please.
What they actually do is decide to just… Cozy up and act couple-y and let the guys approach them. Then there’s no awkward announcement and they also have an excuse to get close for Jack’s visit. This is a great plan they both think and air high-five each other because they’re nerds like that.
The day of the visit rolls around and Bittle is in a fit cooking up a storm, a little nervous but mostly just excited. And nervous. It doesn’t help that the haus is chock full. Everyone dropped by to see Jack. Even the tadpoles have all come up with flimsy excuses to hang around.
Bittle recognizes the sound of Jack’s engine as it pulls up to the curb and he’s off like a shot. Jack’s barely out of the truck before Bits is at the curb, and they hug so hard he’s lifted off the ground and Jack spins him in a circle.
AN: Happy almost New Year,
everyone! And happy Thirst Party Saturday! I give you, my first
attempt at an A/B/O installment, involving wrestlers who played
football and looked damn nice doing so. Tagging the usual
suspects, @tox-moxley, @hardcorewwetrash and @oraclegazes! Enjoy!
Request: Yeaaay requests are open! Could you write hogwarts!au jungkook fluff? <3 tq!
Harry Potter/Hogwarts AU.
Herbology was never jungkook’s favorite course, but for the past six months he’d gone more to the herbarium than he had gone while having classes with Miss Sprout. He smirked lightly, rushing his pace there, you were the only reason why he would so willingly spend time in that place at all. It wasn’t odd to find you strolling around the different kinds of magic plants, going about the benefits of a certain leave and how magnificent every other flower was, so when he found you taking care of a bush of Belladonna he stayed at the door only to take his sweet time observing you.
He’d haVE to use Belladonna for his next test on potions class, and you had told him you were going to find him the best stash of seeds for him to succeed, because as always you were so ready to help out others even if they belonged to the Slytherin house, you were humble, sweet, dreamy, so you, so Hufflepuff at its best, and Jungkook, one of the proudest Slytherins out there was totally gone for you. You sang softly to the Belladonna as if it was called the devil’s favorite plant for nothing and something in him felt warm just seeing you work on the plants. Suddenly you turned your head startling him a little when your eyes landed on him.
-Jungkook! You’re here-
He straightened his back and cleared his throat. -I just got here-
-And at a good time- you smiled and he did so as well in return. -I got your seeds- He arched a brow and you giggled. -For your test? Remember? You have a Potions test next week-
-Right the test- he exhaled walking closer to you. -You think with those seeds I can succeed? I don’t know anything yet-
-Jeon Jungkook- you scolded lightheartedly making him laugh. -You told you were going to put attention to potions, you have even been coming here to learn about plants to be more prepared-
Of course, Jungkook thought, he had said that to you to not make himself that obvious about him always wanting to be together.
-You’re naturally good at this Y/N, teach me?-
You crossed your arms faking a scowl and then smiled when he didn’t stop staring. -Alright, but you should study by yourself as well- you extended the jar with the seeds which he placed in an inside pocket of his robe.
-Thank you- he said stepping closer so he could kiss your lips, shortly but it still made you flustered. -How can I ever repay you?- he asked teasingly. -Maybe some smuggled butter beers, I know you like those-