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Through Their Eyes - One Shot

Happy Valentine’s Day to my lovely readers with a Happy Birthday one shot to him that is almost exactly two weeks late! Inspiration and time are funny that way – always against you, you know? ;) Enjoy, loves. xx

Anybody would have to be blind not to see it, and his mother thinks he is and you are, too.

 Her beautiful boy has always been a bit oblivious. He’s incredibly smart, she’s proud to say, and very astute, but sometimes – only sometimes – he can’t see past the end of his own nose.

 He’s in love with you. She’s suspected it for awhile, but tonight it’s painfully plain to see. Her son, her youngest, her baby, loves you.

It’s more than a passing fancy, because he would have stopped lighting up in the same way when you walked into any room if it was as simple as that. And it’s more than the love that comes with strong friendship, because if it stopped there he wouldn’t look at you the way those thousands of adoring fans look at him – like he just wants one chance, just the one, to show you how good he’d be for you and to you.

 None of his friends see it – they’re all too far gone into the alcohol and guffawing as they have go after go at him in the name of good fun, and he just laughs along with them with crinkle-eyed, dimply humor.

 You don’t see it either. You don’t see it when he looks up at you with adoration that shines, unbridled, thanks to the liquor in his veins.

 You don’t even see it when he leans his head against the gentle curve of your hip while you stand next to him, one eye drooping just a little more than the other as he listens to whatever story is being told before giving in and letting them fall shut as you rake your fingers through his thick curls and massage his scalp. He does love a good pet, but he doesn’t reward all the people who comply by turning his head inwards and giving a little kiss to the hip that’s been his pillow.

And her boy – her birthday boy – he doesn’t see it at all.

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Both of You

No pun intended but I really feel like I gave birth to this one, lol. Anyhow, this is a bit different than what I usually do. I think best friend Harry is very underrated. Enjoy, and I’d love if you would let me know what you thought. I worked super hard on this one! x

Originally posted by pinkharold


You pad your way across the wood floors of your home, shuffling into the kitchen and towards the far right of the room. After a long, long day of meetings at work you’re more than happy to finally be home. You had hoped that a long, hot shower would be the cure all for the tension coursing through every muscle in your body, but apparently not. You bite your bottom lip as you reach the refrigerator and pull on the handle, the light from within illuminating your otherwise dark kitchen. Hoping to find a well past midnight snack, you squint into the fridge and bend down as far as you can to peer into it. The contents inside the fridge isn’t sparse in the slightest, but as your tired eyes look through it, nothing seems appetizing. While you’re debating between the  plethora of flavors of fruit smoothies Harry had stocked your fridge with, you let out a sudden gasp. Your hand on the fridge curls tightly around the cold metal, while the other one flies on instinct to the middle of your tummy. Your brows furrow together as you stare down in shock at your ever growing stomach. The feeling was one you haven’t felt before through the course of your pregnancy and it makes you pause for a second. You’re so exhausted, you aren’t sure if it was painful or if the baby had just kicked. 

 “S’going on down there, little one?” You whisper softly, pushing the fabric of the long sleeved, oversized shirt you’re wearing up to snake your hand onto your bare skin. You rub it in soothing circles, and then the three rather annoying beeps of the refrigerator steal your attention. You shut the door of the fridge and settle for grabbing the near empty pack of Chips Ahoy cookies from the counter before making your way up the stairs and to your room.

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Trouble in Canada

Request: “I’m your husband, it’s my job.”

a/n: I hope you enjoy this itty bitty 10 page writing that I’ve been working on for a few days now ! 😉 ALSO @whitechocolateperfection wanted some angst so I wrote some angst and I hope y’all enjoy and I’d love to know your thoughts!!!

Your name: submit What is this?

“I’ll see you at the next session?”

            You picked your head up from rummaging in your bag and smiled at Ethan, your cooking class instructor, “My husband might be back in town, but I’ll see,”

           Ethan nodded his head steadily.  After a while of looking at each other, you diverted your gaze down towards the wooden table.  You saw his tapping fingers slowly make their way towards your hand that was rested on the table.

           Quickly, you moved your hand, and placed your engagement and wedding ring back on your left hand.  You did’t like cooking with your rings on in fear that they could fall down the drain if you were washing your hands, “Uh, Thanks for the lesson, I’ll see you later.”

           You heard an audible sigh escape his lips, “See you next week, Mrs. Mendes.” 

           As fast as you could, you scurried out the door and saw your friend, Jessie, waiting for you outside.  She saw your flustered expression and smirked, “Looks like the teacher has a crush on the student.” 

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She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.
—  Sarah Kay, Point B
Only Way To Live - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 4818

Warnings: Kinky Filth, NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female Receiving)

Notes: Honestly, I’m kinda mixed about this entire thing? I don’t think it’s as good as some of the other stuff I’ve written. The idea was so good for this too! I got the idea from an episode of Attack of Titan while I was in my slump. So, please, any feedback ya’ll have would be appreciated.

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Harry Styles - “Confessions” Part Three


Will the heartbreak continue? Who knows.. Enjoy part 3!

Part One - Part Two - Part Four - Part Five



“You’re sure?” Harry looks down at you, his green eyes full of concern. It was as if this meeting was for you, like you were the one about to face lawyers to figure out your entire future. But it was Harry who was about to go in there and face this problem head on. You were just here to support him. “You don’ have to do this.” 

“I’m here, Harry, I came for you,” You assure him. You look back into those green eyes, the green eyes you hadn’t been able to look into all of last night after the two of you finally managed to stop crying and had ordered in some dinner, eating it silently with a romantic comedy playing on netflix to fill the silence. Breakfast had been an even more silent affair with nothing but the sound of him sipping his smoothie and you eating your cereal. “You said you needed me, so here I am. Let’s do this, okay?” 

“Thank you.” He breathes out, unsure of how to truly get across how grateful he was that you were doing this for him. He just still didn’t get it. Why were you doing this? You were supporting him as he met with the girl he knocked up and their lawyers. You should be as far away from him as possible but as soon as he expressed his need for your support, there you were and that astonished him. But he knew he would do the same for you, always. 

“You gonna be alright?” You question him as you glance at the door behind him. In there waited both lawyers, and you had been told when you entered the building and directed what office to go into that ‘she’ had already arrived. You didn’t know her name, didn’t even care to. You were going to try to avoid even looking at her. You were here for Harry, and keeping her image as anonymous in your mind as possible was preferred. 

“As long as you’re here,” He hated saying that. He hated putting so much pressure on you but there you were, giving him a soft smile as you reach out for his hand. His breath halts in his throat a bit at the feel of your skin on his, that warmth and reassurance your hand offered as your fingers tangled between his. He returns the pressure, taking a deep breath before he turns to also look at the door. 

“Let’s go.” You whisper and nudge him a bit towards the door with your joined hands. He bites at his lower lip a bit and then nods, pulling you towards it. With his free hand, his other not daring to release yours, he pulled the knob and the quiet chatter that had been going on inside came to a stop. 

“Ah, Mr. Styles .. and Ms Y/L/N. We didn’t know you would be accompanying him.” Harry’s lawyer knew you, of course. You’d been with Harry for so long, been there through everything, that this guy wasn’t a stranger. Not that he was exactly a close friend either, but you knew each other well enough. 

“Moral support.” You answer, giving the man a small smile. You see her, you see her out of the corner of your eye as she stays in her seat at the table everyone had been seated around but you can’t look. You can’t bring yourself to look over at her. After Harry shakes hands with both his lawyer and hers, he pulls out a chair, the one across from her lawyer, and gestures for you to sit. 

It was so tense in here as Harry took the seat beside you, the one directly across from her. No one spoke, no one even made a sound. You cross one leg over the other, your foot tapping anxiously as you bite at your lip. You could feel your heart racing in your chest, the pulse of it beating in your ears. Harry clears his throat, shifting in his seat a little. You note that he wouldn’t look at her either and instead was focusing on the table before him. You also noted the deep crease between his brows, the tapping of his foot, the fingers playing with his bottom lip nervously. 

“Isn’t there some kind of speaking that should be done? Anyone?” You finally say, tired of all this tension. You glance at the two lawyers, clearly they both were unsure of how to breech the subject, the subject everyone was here to deal with. Your presence clearly had thrown them off and you couldn’t blame them. They didn’t think you’d stick around after Harry got this girl pregnant. 

After that, the lawyers began talking legal terms, about how ‘she’, they said her name but you purposely disregarded it, not even letting yourself register what it was, would have to sign an NDA, non-disclosure agreement, stating that she could not speak about this to anyone or would face legal charges. You even got drug into that one, seeing as you were present and aware of the situation. Harry gave you an apologetic look as he watches you scribble your name on the line but you just look away from him, avoiding his eye.

“The biggest step now is to establish paternity.” Harry’s lawyer says after both you and her slide the now signed NDA’s across the table back to him. “We need to assure the fact that Harry is in fact the father of this child before we truly figure out anything else.” 

“I know he’s the father. I don’t sleep around.” It was the first time she has spoken. Her voice felt like a kick to your stomach. You close your eyes, willing yourself not to look over at her. You hang your head down as she continues speaking. “I know who the father is, there is absolutely no question.” 

“Then you should have no problems in us just making sure. For the paperwork, you know?” Harry’s lawyer adds, hoping to keep her calm as he picked up on the anger she was clearly starting to gain at being accused of not knowing the father of her child. “How far along exactly are you? What was the conception date?” The room fell silent. Surprisingly it was you who broke it. 

“Two months and six days.” You finally whisper, opening your eyes to look over at Harry. He looks back, a pained look on his face. It killed him that out of everyone in this room, the one to know the exact date he got a girl pregnant, was you. 

“Thank you, Ms Y/L/N.” Harry’s lawyer jots down the timeline you gave him, making note of it. Harry continues to look at you so you give him a small smile. You would remember that day for the rest of your life. Even if all of this hadn’t happened. That day was when you and Harry had gotten into the worst argument you’d ever been in. He was gone all the time, you were home, you missed him and he just kept putting off coming home. 

You eventually said he had to make more time for you or the next time he did manage to come home you wouldn’t be there. He came home two days later with a handful of roses and an apology on his tongue for the mistakes he’d made but never got out and instead pretended his slip up never occurred. 

“While we won’t decide anything officially until after paternity is established, have either of you thought about what you would like to do? Co-parenting, adoption, signing over custody to the other?” Her lawyers question made Harry finally look away from you and make eye contact for the first time with ‘her’. You look down at your hands, picking at your nails. 

“He can have it.” The words seemed to come out of her mouth without even a seconds thought. It made even you look up at her. And there she was, as gorgeous as she may be, her clear dislike towards the child growing in her stomach made her disgusting. And the fact that she slept with a man she knew very well was taken. 

“You don’t care at all?” You find yourself asking and all eyes move towards you. “It’s a baby, not a fucking dog.” She rolls her eyes at you and leans back in her chair as she crosses her arms over her chest. 

“Either way, I don’t want to keep it. So either he takes care of it or we adopt it out.” She looks away from you and to Harry. “Which is it?” You glance over at Harry then and see that he had a bewildered look on his face as if he was seeing this girl for the first time. 

“You really don’ care?” He questions her and you all watch as she gives a shake of her head. “Then if I am the father then yes, I will take care of him or her. I won’ let you send my child into foste’ care jus’ because you won’ take responsibility for what’s happened. I had to, I had to break the hear’ of the love of my life because of wha’ we did and you don’ even care. You’re actin’ like we’re deciding on who gets the car we bought together,” 

“We made a mistake, Harry, let’s just figure this all out and move on.” She rolls her eyes again, uncrossing her arms to tap her nails of one hand along the top of the table. Harry shakes his head, clearly disgusted by her attitude, as were you. Maybe it was good she didn’t want to raise this baby, any child to grow up under her care would be doomed. Though foster care may not be the best option either but it wasn’t up to you. You were just an outsider here to hold the hand of the father. 

“Let’s end this for today. We will get a paternity test scheduled for as soon as possible and then meet again when we get the results.” It was still so tense and awkward in here and you didn’t even wait for the lawyers and Harry to finish their handshakes and to discuss going about doing the test, you stand from your seat and leave the room. 

“Nice choice in affairs, Harry.” You comment later when he joins you out in the hallway. He groans, both of his hands pushing through his hair, pushing it back and off of his forehead. 

“She was much more tolerable while drunk.” You couldn’t help but give a small laugh even against your better judgement. Harry, however, didn’t even so much as smile. He drops his hands from his hair and looks at you, a tired, exhausted and worn down look on his face. He even had a small pout forming on his pink and perfect lips. “Thank you for being here with me.” 

“I said I would, now let’s go get some food and then we can watch some shitty movie on netflix and just.. relax for a little while, yeah?”

“I won’ relax until we ge’ the results back.” He mutters but reaches out for your hand anyway. You allow him to take it, not realizing until the two of you were already heading out of the building and towards the car, that holding hands shouldn’t be something you still did like this. You don’t hold hands with your ex but it had been so natural and normal for him to hold your hand that you knew it just kind of happened by reflex. 

As soon as the two of you had arrived home, Harry fell onto the couch with his face in his hands and gave a large sigh. You sat beside him, biting at your lower lip and unsure of what to say to him. 

“When do you go to do the test?” You eventually ask, breaking the silence that surrounded you. 

“He’ll call me in the mornin’ to le’ me know. Should be in the nex’ day or two though.” He says, not lifting his hands from his face. 

“Are you really going to take full custody of the baby?” Your head was spinning with all of this and you so desperately wanted a nap but you said you would be here for Harry so until you knew he was okay you would stay right here with him. 

“Can we jus’ not talk abou’ it for awhile?” He finally looks over at you. You picked up on the bags under his eyes, the dark circles forming from lack of sleep and hundreds of shed tears. He clearly was exhausted, both emotionally and physically and seemed to need a nap just as much as you did. 

“Right. Of course.” You nod. “You look like you need a nap.” You tell him, reaching over to brush his hair from his forehead but you withdraw your hand quickly once you realize what you’d done. 

“I don’ know why you’re still here,” He whispers, his back falling against the cushions of the couch and looks over at you. “You are amazing.” You give a small laugh, falling back beside him. 

“And why is that?” You question him. He looks over at you, smiling. 

“You’re still here.” He looks at you like he was simply amazed by this fact, and he was. “You don’ have to still be here for me and somehow you still are.” He reaches over and slowly takes your hand, searching your face to make sure that this was okay. You give him a smile, gripping at his hand. 

“I can’t forgive you, Harry, I probably never will, but I still care for you enough to be here for you when you need me.” 

“I don’ deserve for you to be here with me still.” He releases your hand and instead reaches out to rest an arm across your shoulders. You hesitate for a second but then the exhaustion truly hits you. Sure, you’d only been up for a few hours but you had been sleeping so little the last few weeks and the meeting today took a lot of emotional stress out of you so you allow him to pull you against his chest. “I love you.” He whispered it hoping you wouldn’t hear but then also did hope you heard it and would say it back. 

“Harry,” You sigh and go to pull away but his arm tightens around your shoulders and he mirrors your sigh. 

“I know, I know,” He mutters, resting his head against yours once you finally relax into his arms. “I don’ forgive me either, but tha’ doesn’ mean I can’ at leas’ make sure you know you’re still my entire world and tha’ I love you with all my hear’.” You will the tears to stay away as you listen to Harry speak, burying your face in his shirt. You wrap an arm across his torso, giving a sigh. 

“Let’s just stop talking and take a nap.” You instead suggest. You couldn’t do this again. You couldn’t keep having this same round about conversation of him still loving you, of you being hurt, of him having a baby with someone else and you never being able to forgive him. For tonight, you just wanted to forget about it all and pretend everything was okay as you lay in his arms. 

“Sounds good to me.” He answers, pressing a soft and gentle kiss to the top of your head, his other arm wrapping tight around you. He gives a small smile, the first real one in weeks as everything left his mind and he listened to your breathing even out as you drifted off. Right here, like this, he could pretend everything was okay, at least for a little while. 

He Doesn’t Deserve You

Summary: You move into your new apartment and have an awkward run in with your neighbor, making a very interesting first impression.

Warnings: angst, sexual tension (minor), smut, Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader

A/N: I have so many drabbles to write but I needed a break and I thought this up. I was going to make this into a series but I didn’t wanna start another one so I just wrote it as a long fic (hence why it’s a little jumpy / fast paced). If you guys like this I can write a short series similar to this story (with some changes). Just let me know.


You looked around your new apartment, it was fully decorated with your things and it filled you with utter joy. You sighed as you sat on your bed, popping open a bottle of wine to let it breathe, waiting for your friends to show up. A knock on your door sent you flying towards it.

“Courtney! Michelle!” You swung the door open with a proud grin on your face. “How do you like the place?” 

“It’s so cute!” Michelle shrieked as she brushed passed you, taking in her surroundings. 

“Hmmm, not enough Star Wars decor.” Courtney followed Michelle, chuckling as she passed the hanging pictures of you guys from college.

“Raegan couldn’t make it?” You cocked an eyebrow, worried for your newly engaged friend. “She too busy with Noah?”

“Technically, she’s planning the wedding and driving him nuts.” Michelle giggled and poured herself a glass of wine. “Now, let’s get this pizza eating, wine drinking, and Netflix bingeing started!” 

Four episodes into the first season of Grey’s Anatomy and the three of you were blabbering, laughing, drunk idiots. You were shouting at the tv, telling the characters that they were doing regretful, silly things. You were voted the door answerer when a loud banging echoed in your apartment. 

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Being Batmom would include......

- Waking up every morning to Damian staring at you on your side of the bed.

- “Damian, sweetie, it’s 5:30 in the morning what are you doing up?”

- “ Getting up early is a healthy way of building strength and endurance and no mother of mine is going to be weak”

- But you get up anyway because you know he’s just trying to show he cares about your well being.

- Which means you make chocolate chip pancakes while he sits on the counter and talks your ear off about random things.

- Always being there for Jason when he has his nightmares about his death.

- He always in the kitchen in the middle of the night with tears in his eyes.

- You know because you hear his light sobs downstairs, knowing he doesn’t want any of his brothers to see him cry.

- As soon as he sees you, he hugs you tight as if you would slip away if he let you go.

- “it’s okay baby, you’re safe.”

- Dick always calling you when he can’t figure out the simplest of things.

- “Mom, does cinnamon go bad?”

- “Hey, do you know how long does it take to dry clothes?”

- “Mom, how do you make cereal?”

- “Dickie, I swear it’s like you’re 14 and not 25,”

- Tim not liking when his school friends have crushes on you.

- “ If you even look in her general direction, I will find you ”

- “Tim, just because someone finds me attractive does not mean you can scare the daylights out of them”

- Damian getting extremely jealous because he has to share your attention with everyone else.

- I mean, very jealous.

- Jason and Damian being the most protective of you.

- And I mean frowning at every single guy that even glances at you.

- One time, you made the mistake of bringing Damian with you to the grocery store and there was a guy who started flirting with you in the fruit aisle.

- And then Damian judo kicked him in the stomach yelling “Get away from my mother, you asshole!”

- And then you hurrily leaving, pulling Damian with you before you guys got kicked out.

- “ Damian, I love you but you cannot just do that in public!”

- Each boy fighting over who is your favorite.

- if you’re lucky, nothing’s broken from their fighting.

- Alfred usually being the voice of reason when it comes to their bickering.

- But Bruce is the one to stop their physical altercations.

- Making you have a massive headache.

- Each boy not wanting to ever dissapoint you.

- You loving your babies with all of your heart.

- And they loving you just as much.

anonymous asked:

May i request for RFA and the Minor trio with MC getting beaten by her ex and hospitalized? Thank you!! :*

Hey hey! More angst!

Yoosung

  • He cries
  • How could this have happened?
  • Yoosung is with her through as much of her recovery as he can
  • She forces him to go to work, though, so he’s not taking care of her 24/7
  • Until she can come home, Yoosung spends every night at the hospital (he doesn’t go home unless he has to take care of Lisa or needs to change his clothes)
  • Once she’s out, he makes sure that everything is comfortable for her
  • He’s such a worrywart
  • Her recovery is slow, but she’s well taken care of, and when she’s comfortable, she returns to work
  • It’s not until the ex tracks her down again (this time at home) hoping to hurt her again because he wasn’t done with her and only stopped because someone called the cops
  • Except Yoosung is awake (playing LOLOL) when he breaks in, and goes a bit yandere
  • In that he grabs a knife from the kitchen and goes after the guy
  • He manages to cut the guy, call the police, and the guy is put in jail for breaking and entering, premeditated assault, and attempted assault

Jaehee

  • “She has multiple puncture wounds from being kicked with high heels. She’ll likely have scars for the rest of her life.”
  • Jaehee has to force back the tears
  • Especially when she sees MC
  • But Baehee stays strong for her
  • Jaehee brings tea and desserts to MC when the doctors allow
  • While MC is still in the hospital, the ex, who Jaehee has seen in pictures before, walks into the cafe with a large smile on her face
  • She’s gorgeous, unscathed, and Jaehee is furious
  • She refuses to serve the woman
  • When the woman starts throwing a fit about it, Jaehee pulls up a picture of MC at the hospital
  • “I have the right to refuse service to anyone. Especially the woman that put my girlfriend in the hospital!”
  • The woman begins laughing
  • “So that’s why? That means you’re Jaehee! You know, she called out for you when I kicked a hole in her stomach! So pathetic! And you’re not even very pretty! Guess she downgraded!”
  • Jaehee recorded everything, and there was a cop in the cafe that was a regular and usually showed up in uniform, but was in civvies today.
  • The woman is arrested on the spot for committing assault (possibly with a deadly weapon because heels) and confessing in front of a whole crowd and witnesses
  • Jaehee is able to tell MC all about it when she goes to the hospital that afternoon with a smile on her face

Zen

  • Sees red
  • The moment he hears that she was beaten, he wants to hunt down whoever did this to her and return the favor
  • However, when he sees her, it’s another story
  • He sits with her, stays with her as much as he can, touches her when he’s allowed to be a source of comfort
  • Hell, he takes time off work to take care of her as much as possible
  • He’s super considerate and holds her whenever she gets scared
  • When they go back to work together, she’s still pretty banged up, and the people that Zen has worked with before that know her are super freaked out
  • Zen explains what happened, and honestly, some of them are just as eager to start a fight as Zen
  • When Zen is walking her out to the cab they’re taking home one night, they pass the guy that beat her, and she just about screams
  • Once he realizes who the guy is, Zen throws a punch
  • Nobody hurts MC and gets away with!!
  • Zen doesn’t beat the guy nearly as much as he hurt MC (he believes the guy needs to be hurt double what he did to her), but makes himself clear
  • “If you ever so much as look in MC’s direction ever again, I’m going destroy you! The only reason I’m not going to kill you is because I need to be there for her! So count yourself lucky!”

Jumin

  • Jumin is furious
  • Where were her guards?!?!
  • How did this happen?!?!
  • The moment he saw her lying in the hospital bed, barely recognizable, he was furious
  • A few people were fired
  • Her finger was even too swollen to even wear her wedding ring
  • When MC is able to talk again, Jumin discovers that it was actually stolen by the man when she was attacked
  • Jumin has the man tracked down, arrested, gets MC’s ring back, and then goes to see the man in question
  • He informs the man he has fucked with the wrong person
  • You do not hospitalize the love of the CEO of C&R’s life without major consequences
  • A few well placed bribes land the man in the worst prison in the country and the man lives out the rest of his days in absolute misery
  • Jumin tells MC nothing more than, “you never have to worry about him hurting you ever again.”

Saeyoung

  • He brings his laptop with him when he goes to be by MC’s hospital bed
  • The moment Saeyoung hears the name of the guy who hurt her, he begins hacking
  • He ruins the guy quickly, hacking his facebook and phone, posting a picture from the phone of MC horribly beaten
  • “Look what I did over the weekend! :D” the post says
  • He hacks the guys email and sends out nasty letters to his boss, sends dick pics to various female coworkers, etc
  • He ruins the guys financials by buying a shit ton of sardines (his most hated food) and sending it to his house
  • Which he is later kicked out of, when his landlord gets an anonymous email with video of the guy hitting on the landlords teenage daughter
  • 707 ruins the guy in every way possible
  • Then he contacts the guy
  • “Congratulations! You have achieved ‘Hacker God’s Fury!’ Now, you can feel free to try to rebuild your life, but know, I’ll be watching. And if you ever hurt MC or anyone else like that again, you won’t have any possibility of rebuilding. I can and will turn you into a foreign spy committing high treason against the government and have you thrown into the type of camp you only see up North, if you catch my drift! ;)”

V

  • They were at an outdoor market together, browsing, enjoying each other’s company, etc
  • MC let go of his arm for a minute to go grab something from another stall, and suddenly she was gone
  • In the hustle and bustle of the market, he didn’t notice she had disappeared for a little while, but when he did, he started calling out to her
  • Mind you, he couldn’t see, but he still searched for her
  • When he hears the sirens, his heart drops
  • He rushes towards them, confirms it’s MC because she says his name when she hears his voice, and they go to the hospital
  • He’s in tears, blaming himself for this happening to her
  • She’s under a sedative because of the pain, so she can’t speak very well, but she manages to communicate to him not to blame himself
  • V doesn’t know the extent of the damage until a doctor tells him there was irreparable damage to both her eyes and no matter what they do, she will never see again
  • V decides to get the surgery because he knows his condition is treatable and hers isn’t, and when he asks her if it’s okay, to make she won’t resent him, she tells him, “Of course not.”
  • He’s sad he’ll never be able to see her eyes outside of pictures, but once they’ve both recovered, he’s able to take her home
  • He goes back to taking photographs to help build up some good money for the two of them so that they’ll always be financially secure
  • V’s first collection after she’s gone blind actually has all his photos 3D printed, so she can feel the shape of the images
  • The guy is arrested a few weeks after V takes her home
  • When he is, MC willingly testifies against the man, and V is able to do everything in his power to protect her

Saeran

  • Saeran deletes everything about this guy
  • He becomes a ghost
  • He has no credit, no identity, no drivers license
  • Saeran then tracks him down, which isn’t very hard
  • Saeran kidnaps the guy, holds him captive, and tortures him
  • When the guy is on the verge of being broken, Saeran stops and releases him alone in the mountains
  • He then washes his hands of the guy altogether
  • Nobody hurts his MC and gets away with it

Vanderwood

  • Hahaha
  • They wouldn’t find the body

Helpless - Part 2

Part 1

“Hey, Y/N/N.” Dean smoothed your hair back, running his hand over your cool, pale skin. He did his best to ignore the ventilator keeping you alive. He couldn’t stand to look at it, knowing he was the reason you were lying there. “They said our son is healthy. He’s a fighter…like…” Dean’s voice broke and he grabbed your hand, taking a second to gather his thoughts. “He’s a fighter like his mom.” 

Dean had gotten you to the hospital just in time. The force of the lamp had caused bleeding and swelling in your brain which caused the seizure. The doctors weren’t sure if you would ever wake up, but Dean couldn’t lose you without losing his son too, and he knew you’d want your son to have a fighting chance. “God, Y/N, I never meant for this to happen.” Dean sniffled. “I never wanted you to get caught in the crossfire. Especially not with our son.” 

Dean stood up, pacing the room and running his hands through his hair. “I promised you both I’d protect you. I had one fucking job and I screwed it up.” He made his way back to your bedside, sitting in the chair and resting his hand on top of your pregnant belly, feeling your son kick. “Hi, little guy.” He smiled a little, knowing your son was ok. “Did you feel that? Our little man is trying to tell you to wake up.” Dean grabbed your hand and rested it over where your son had just kicked, laying his head on your stomach. “We need you. I need you.” Dean sobbed against your body. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You whispered, sitting next to Dean and your own body, running your hands through Dean’s hair. He couldn’t feel you. He never would again. 

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Birthday

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: It’s your birthday, and this is Bucky’s late gift to you. (No plot, just smut)

Warnings: smut. Unprotected sex(Wrap it before you tap it) daddy and kitten kinks, sergeant kink, ties and such

A/N: Happy birthday to my babe, @jamesbarnesblog! This one is for you, bb.


Bucky backed you up against the door of his quarters, smashing his lips against yours as his hands roamed your body, your hands playing with his white collar and tie in a hot and heavy kiss. “Easy, Sergeant.”

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Choices - Part 2: I Bet My Life

Characters: Y/N (reader), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mich Davis, Arthur Ketch, Castiel, Garth and Beth Fitzgerald (mentioned)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: torture (not all that graphic), implied smut, secrets,

Word Count: 3900ish

A/N: This is 1 out of my 13 entries for @mamapeterson / @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Fanfiction Challenge where I chose the album “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons. The song prompt for this fic is: I Bet My Life

It is part two of a three part story - the two first fics are entries for the same challenge and the third is gonna be an entry for @plaidstiel-wormstache’s Push yourself challenge. The song I am writing for, for her challenge is also an Imagine Dragons song so their music is gonna be a theme throughout this series.

Thanks so much to always brilliant @blacktithe7 for betaing this for me.

MASTERLIST

You had lost track of time. You had no idea how long you had been in this white room with a single mirror on the far wall. You also didn’t care. You just stared defiantly at the mirror. You knew it was a window and the brits that had taken you were hiding behind it, plotting your fate. All you cared about was staying alive, staying the distraction for as long as it took for them to get far, far away. You would never tell them anything.

At first, the british guy with the weird beard had tried. He talked to you, asking you questions. You never answered. You just sat there staring at him, soaking up his every word without as much as flinching. He didn’t know anything. You had nothing to fear.

Well that wasn’t exactly true. What came after the first brit was another. Clean shaven, dead eyes, and with no empathy what so ever. He beat you with your hands tied behind your back, but you kept getting back up. You placed yourself back in the chair, looking defiantly back up at him, only to let out a painful scream when he jammed the needle into your neck with a cold grin on his face.

You slipped off the chair, passing out cold on the floor cold. You had no way of knowing how long you had been out for when you heard a familiar voice calling your name.

“Y/N. Hey, Y/N/N. Come back to me baby.” Dean gently stroked your hair away from your face, making you force your eyes open.

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really wanna come and get that

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

request: A Daveed x Reader, smut it up babe, reader really likes DAVEED but is afraid to tell him even though they flirt all the time she feels she isn’t hot enough for DAVEED? Like he hangs with so many hot girls, why would he like her? Then surprise take it from there. Make that reader feel good as FUCK.

summary: reader is crushing hardcore on daveed, but is quiet about it because she’s sure she has no chance, especially when compared to the other girls in the show/he hangs out with

warnings: NSFW!! alcohol, smut, self-doubt, dirty talk, bondage, D/S (whos surprised no one is), mentions of breath-play and face fucking, just so much dirty talk i don’t know what else u want from me

word count: 5,859 (wow im extra)

a/n: I AM BAAAAAACK. renee fic is next, just needed some daveed to get back into the swing of things. hope i’m not too rusty ;) lemme know what you think and all that shiiiiiit. title from clipping’s ‘hot fuck no love’ (HAPPY HOLIDAY)

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Crybaby

Summary: You’re the one who is always picked on, almost every day, and you’re so sick and tired of it. Nobody helps you, until one fateful day. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (ALTERNATE UNIVERSE)

Word Count: 3,109 Words

Warnings: Bullying, fluff, angst, a bit of violence and gore, sappiness 

A.N: I’m always one for women standing up for themselves, but this idea just came to me and some standing up happens in the end. I swear I normally don’t like ‘damsels in distress’ but this story just happens to have a reader character a bit like that. Sorry. 

You hate life. Specifically, you hate school. No, it isn’t all those tests and assignments that teachers wanted you to do all the time, because despite those being an absolute pain, it definitely isn’t the worst thing you endured. You’re actually a reasonably smart person, and you find classes relatively easy. However, outside of classes…things are pretty terrible.

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anonymous asked:

MC who's not used to skinship, so when RFA+Minor Duo try to hug her, she will unconciously jab them on the stomach with her elbow or kick their groin with her knee. Reaction or mini-fic please~

Peep! I’m still alive ^O^ Very sorry for the lack of fics recently… >__<

Hrmm I wasn’t too sure how to interpret this request, so I hope it’s okay, nonnie ;^; sorry if I couldn’t write what you had in mind…

–R.I.


RFA Reacts to MC who’s Bad with Skinship

Yoosung

  • “OW!”
  • It had already been the third time this week that you unintentionally karate-chopped him in the groin
  • You turn around in a panic, hands clapped in front of you like a prayer, ready to apologize
  • … wait where’d he go?
  • You look down
  • Poor Yoosung was writhing on the floor, hands clutching at his crotch
  • “I-I’m okaaay,” he whimpers, tears falling from his eyes
  • LITERAL DREAD FILLS YOUR HEART. OH MY GOD, WHY MUST YOU NATURALLY REACT THIS WAY?
  • You mentally hit yourself for hurting your boyfriend again. You know he meant absolutely no harm, he only wanted to hug you from behind as a greeting!
  • “I’m really, really sorry!!” you repeated over and over, feeling extremely apologetic about it
  • He shakes his head, “It’s okay, MC. It only means I have to help you get used to my touch, right!”
  • And so he continued to tackle you with hugs and touches, even though you hit him every single time
  • He didn’t even try to avoid them or anything??
  • One day, you overheard Yoosung whispering to Zen at the bar.
  • “The truth is, I really like it when MC hurts me like that… Hnng, it feels like I’m being punished…”
  • … O___O
  • As weird as it was, you definitely didn’t feel as much guilt as you used to when you accidentally hit him now.

Zen

  • He’s a very affectionate man.
  • From the moment you agreed to be his girlfriend, he practically expected to be able to touch you just about 24/7. He had looked forward to holding you in his arms, cuddling, and holding your hand in public
  • But… but… ಥ_ಥ Why was it that you only pushed him away?!
  • No matter how much love your heart held for Zen, the embarrassment of someone touching you so intimately was too overwhelming. You couldn’t help it! You just weren’t used to all this…
  • Although Zen tried to keep a strong grip on you so that you couldn’t escape, you always managed to pry his hands off of you (with great difficulty and embarrassment)
  • But he’s a persistent man. “Honey, I do want to be gentle with you, but… but I can’t keep my hands off of you!” he complains sadly, red eyes peering up at you oh so innocently as he stared at you across the café table.
  • So it would be your embarrassment vs his persistence.
  • Zen would try to clutch onto you more and more, and your natural instincts started to kick in—you were constantly elbowing him in the stomach or pushing him away any possible way you could! (You had tried to hold back from doing this before, but his desire to touch you was really getting out of hand! And the more you fought against it, the more he wanted to hold you. It was an endless circle, really.)
  • But in the end, after weeks of this cycle, Zen finally stopped. One night on the balcony, he was just staring at you, contemplating to himself quietly.
  • “Babe…” he mumbles. “Do you not like it when I touch you?”
  • You bit your lip, wondering how you would explain this. “It’s just… I’m not really used to being so… intimate with someone like this.”
  • He casts you a small grin. “Then, let’s just start small. I don’t mind, jagi… I know I’ve been pushy, but haven’t you noticed that you can stand much closer to me without moving away now, at least?”
  • You take a second to look at your positions again. He was right. You were pressed up right against him… You instinctively backed away, but he caught your arm gently.
  • “Here. Let’s just hold hands,” he smiled, staring adoringly into your eyes.
  • You spent the night holding hands with him quietly, watching the stars from the lounge chairs together.

Jaehee

  • She wasn’t one for touch, most of the time… especially not at the start of your relationship!
  • (She felt that it wasn’t proper. Haha, Jumin Han must have influenced her after working together for so long.)
  • But when she finally gathered up the courage to initiate a hug, she was shocked when you threw her arms off of you
  • “MC…? What’s wrong?” she had asked hesitantly, feeling heavily discouraged
  • You struggled to explain that you weren’t used to being touched, and that you couldn’t help but react this way
  • Her smile suddenly brightens. She admits that she’s relieved that she wasn’t the only one lacking experience in a relationship, and that she’d be more than happy to take things slow with you.
  • “I’m not an affectionate person… so I’ve lost the few boyfriends I’ve had because of it. So… I promise that I’ll help you get used to things like holding hands and hugs, okay? And I promise to take it slow,” she beams
  • Jaehee’s always been understanding and considerate of your feelings, and you felt that you could trust her when she said she’ll be patient.
  • “And,” she continued hesitantly. “It’s a bit embarrassing to say this, but… I’m glad that I’d be the only one who can touch you this way,” she says, her golden eyes tender as she smiled slightly at you.

Jumin

  • He first noticed it on a brunch date, when he had placed his hand over yours and you tensed up
  • Although he decided not to comment about it, he did continue to take notice of your actions
  • The way you practically jumped out of his arms any time he tried to hold you…
  • The way you elbowed him hard as if you were defending yourself from an attacker…
  • The way you backed away from him…
  • “MC… am I scary?” he asked one day, frowning adorably as anxiety filled his features
  • You were confused by the sudden question. “Why do you say that? Of course not!” you reassure him, patting him lightly on the arm.
  • He grabs your hand, and again, you try to take your hand back
  • “Then why do you always shy away from my touch…?” He’s staring at you with sad puppy eyes, and you find it hard to find the words to answer him
  • “N-no… it’s just that I’m not used to it… It’s… weird to me. It makes me feel all weird and squirmy in my chest. I don’t know, Jumin, I really don’t,” you sigh, feeling guilty and frustrated
  • He processes your words, and decides that it’s not the end of the world. “Although it hurts whenever you jab at me, I would very much like to hug you properly one day. If there is any possible way to do so through prolonged exposure to my touch, then I will gladly endure the pain.”
  • You smile awkwardly, feeling that he was overthinking it. It… it wasn’t like you meant to hurt him whenever he tried to hug you… It was just a natural reaction…
  • You secretly prayed to the gods, because you just knew that Jumin would be referring you to doctors for the next few months. Dammit.

Seven

  • He would tackle you every time he saw you, and you couldn’t help but elbow him and knee him in the groin every single time
  • I mean, he thought it was just because he was annoying you…
  • But then he noticed how you never did that when he pranked you in other ways
  • No, you only shriveled away from his hugs
  • … but he decided to test that a few more times before jumping to conclusions!
  • MC~!” he screeches, running up from a far distance to gain power as he tackled you to the floor
  • *SMACK*
  • “Oof!” he exclaims as you scramble to get away from him frantically, your hands hitting him at random
  • One time was no biggie.
  • I LOVE YOU~~” he coos, scooting next to you and wrapping his arms around you
  • “Geh! DAMMIT SEVEN, GET OFF OF ME!” you exclaim in a panic, pushing at him any way you could
  • You gave a solid kick to his crotch, and he immediately dropped to the floor, whimpering in pain
  • Tears were filling his eyes and you felt guilty for what you’d done… He’d meant no harm…
  • For the next three weeks, 707 would be forced to stay bedridden.
  • … Zen would bring his own posters and stick them around Seven’s room, claiming it would give good luck and a speedy recovery.
  • To say the least, Seven never wanted to see another picture of Zen again.

V

  • “Nng!”
  • His eyes are squeezed shut in pain as he tries to subtly hold his crotch (you can’t subtly hold your crotch, V. You can’t.)
  • “I’m so sorry!” you shriek, reaching at him only to retrieve your hand when you realized the awkward area you’d hit
  • He’d only been trying to surprise you with a hug, but you’d ended up turning around and punching him (but your hand somehow wondered to his… cough)
  • He smiles weakly, raising a hand to ruffle your hair. “No… it’s okay. It was my fault for suddenly surprising you…”
  • You bite your lip, looking down as the guilt washes over you. “Jihyun… I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to hurt you… It’s just- you know I’m not good with being touched sometimes…”
  • “Silly. This is just one of the many obstacles we have to overcome together,” he reassures you.
  • You giggle, “Obstacle? You make it sound so serious!”
  • His soft smile immediately turns serious. “MC, no matter how kind you think I am, you must remember that even I have inappropriate desires to touch you. Zen’s not wrong when he says all men are wolves…”
  • o//~//o
  • oh. okay.

Saeran

  • He was a bit thrown off when you suddenly elbowed him. It had taken a lot of courage for him to inch his arms around you, and you’d just shoved him away like that
  • “MC?” he said unsurely, wondering if he had done something wrong. Fear was evident in his voice—he’d never want to hurt you, after all.
  • You jump a bit, avoiding his eyes as you turn around slowly, feeling ashamed. “C-can you not do that?” you mumble.
  • Hurt flashes across his face, and you fumble over your words to explain, “It’s not your fault or anything! I just get a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable when people touch me like that… I’m a bit better when I’m given time to relax from their touch, but it kinda resets every time. My first reaction is to push them away when someone touches me…”
  • He listens quietly, nodding as he hears your explanation. Although you can’t see it, Saeran feels extremely relieved that it wasn’t because of him that you rejected his touch.
  • “I get what you mean,” he murmurs quietly, gently running his fingers through your hair, which you didn’t seem to mind. “I could never be upset with you about something like that. Thank you for telling me,” he casts you a rare, happy smile
  • -INSERT BLUSH HERE-
  • BECAUSE A SMILING SAERAN IS FUCKING ADORABLE.
  • You throw your arms around him, feeling a strong urge to hug him, squeezing him tightly. He happily snuggles into your arms, although he’s a bit disappointed when you pull away only seconds later.
  • “S-sorry. I can’t keep it up for too long or I feel uncomfortable again,” you apologize. “But you were just too cute, so I really wanted to hug yo-“
  • A small frown adorns his face. “Cute? I’ll show you cute…” He makes a small growl at the back of his throat, narrowing his eyes on you.
  • Oh no.
How would you feel (part 1)- Stiles Stilinski

Author: @smutilinski

Character(s): Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word count: 2155

Warning: NSFW 18+, swearing and people insulting each other (just in case that would offend someone), Angry (possibly asshole) Stiles

AN: Please let me know what you think it would mean the world to me and it would also help me improve my writing. I apologize if the spelling isn’t perfect, as english is not my first language. Thanks to @minhosmeanhoe for all the encouragements and support :). (part 1 of 2)

Plot: (Y/N) comes back to Beacon Hills after leaving 2 years ago. Only scott knows why she left and he swore not to tell a single soul. Stiles is still very angry at her and she confronts him about it.

Part 2

You had been staring at the clock hanging on the beige wall in front of you for about five minutes, waiting for the principal to hand you your schedule. You sighed before glancing at the corridor that was empty, except for some student who were running to their classes and a tall guy that was walking towards you. The young man was wearing a blue long sleeved crewneck shirt. He had grown up a lot since the last time you had seen him. He wasn’t the cute, but dorky guy you knew 2 years ago. He had the same dark hair, but it was longer and styled messily on top of his head. When he got close enough, you could see that he needed to shave, as there were very short hairs that had grown slightly on his chin and jawline. He was even more attractive than before you left and it made your stomach flutter when you looked at him.

He sat next to you in silence as you turned slightly towards him. He opened his mouth to talk then closed it, his eye staring at the dirty floor tiles. He let out a sigh and said:  ‘’I didn’t know you were coming back.‘’ His eyes were still glued to the floor.

‘’I didn’t think you would want to know. As I recall, you texted me that you never wanted to see me again Stiles. ‘’ You said, looking back at him with a blank expression. You were getting very good at concealing your emotions from other people, but boy was it hard to do it when it came to Stiles. You had known each other for far too long to hide anything.

This time though, you were secretly hoping that he would see the tears that threatened to escape your eyes at any moment, and take you into his arms like he used to. But that didn’t happen. Instead, he got up and started to walk away before stopping to say something else, still facing the other way : ‘’ Why did you come back then? Huh (Y/N)? Why come back when everyone you’ve ever known doesn’t give a damn about you? ‘’ And when you thought he was done, he turned around and added in a soft voice : ‘’ Actually, you know what? When I saw you today, it made me think of how better my life would have been if you had died in the woods the night scott got bitten. ‘’ Without another word, he turned around and left.

By the time the principal greeted you, tears had already fallen down you cheeks. You managed to wipe them away before he could see them. He escorted you into his office to have a talk before escorting you to your class. He probably didn’t realise that you were not entirely new to Beacon Hills High School.

When you got there, the principal introduced you to the rest of the class. While he was talking, you noticed that Scott Mccall was smiling at you in the front of the class. You returned the smile and before you could do anything else, the teacher told you to sit next to none other than Mr. Asshole Stilinski. As you made your way to your seat, Scott shot you a sympathetic smile, while his best friend was glaring at you. You both spent the rest of the class in silence avoiding to look at each other. As soon as the bell rang, Stiles left without even waiting for Scott.

You had kept in touch with the true alpha during those years away so you pretty much new all the crazy things that had happened in beacon hills. Scott was also the only person who knew why you had truly left town without saying goodbye to the guy you loved so much.

He invited you to eat lunch with them. You wanted to decline, but he said that Stiles would probably just stay silent for the whole meal. So you agreed, through gritted teeth, for ‘’the sake of the pack’’.  Besides you couldn’t possibly refuse anything to scott and his cute puppy eyes.

Lunch was going on pretty well. You were getting along with everyone. So well, that you had almost forgot about what Stiles had said to you that morning. But you could feel him staring at you the whole time, which made you incredibly uncomfortable, but weirdly at the same time, the intensity of his stare was turning you on. You decided that two could play that game, so you turned your head towards him and stared at him dead in the eye while smirking. His expression didn’t change. After about a minute of intense staring on both parties, he clenched his jaw and hit the table with his fist ‘’fuck it’’ He said, glowering at you. Then he turned to look at scott, while standing up and added: ‘’Sorry Scott I tried to tolerate her, but I can’t’’ And then he left with his fists clenched

Everyone stared at the cafeteria doors with a confused expression except scott He looked even more confused than the others,  he raised his brows and opened his eyes widely, like he was onto something. He looked at you and pointed at  the door with a large grin. He said: ‘’You should go talk to him, he’s gonna want to have the full story (Y/N).’’ You slowly got up, not sure that he would even listen to you and you walked towards the doors. He wasn’t in the hallway, so you ran outside, forcefully pushing the doors. As you got outside the school you saw him leave in his jeep. It could not wait, so you got in your car and decided to go directly at his house, as he was too far ahead for you to follow him.  

When you got there, you saw that his dad was at work. You parked your car in the street and when you got out of it, you walked towards the house. You banged at the door, determined to confront him about his behaviour. You jumped almost 3 foot up when you heard someone talk behind you: ‘’what are you doing here? I thought I was clear (Y/N). If not then, I hate you so please go away’’ You could not control your emotions anymore. Tears were streaming down your face as you walked passed the guy who used to be your best friend.

He walked towards his door, unlocking it. You turned around and you slowly walked back towards your car. ‘’Can you at least understand why I am beyond mad at you?’’ He was talking loud, but not out of rage because he sounded perfectly calm. ‘’I mean, how would you have reacted if I did that to (Y/N).‘’ You turned to face him crying profusely. That’s when you realised that he was closer. ‘’ You want to know why I left so pissed earlier? Well, I was looking at you and you looked at me the same fucking way you did that night.’’ He was looking at you so intensely.

You had finally stopped crying when you held his gaze. Stiles took a deep breath, just before he ran to you and crashed his lips on yours. You kissed him back, sliding your hands at the base of his neck. He bit your lip asking for entrance and you gladly granted it to him. When he paused to breathe, he stepped back looking at you like you had just shot him with an arrow. ‘’Fuck. No.no.no shit’’ He turned around and walked back into his house, slamming the door behind him. You felt like you had no more air in your lungs. Actually it was way worse than that. You felt as if someone kicked you in the stomach after they had told you they loved you and then the set you on fire. It felt just like that night 2 years ago.

It was a normal friday night except for the fact that your mother was moving away to beverly hill for a big contract and you were going to stay at the Mccall’s until she could come back to beacon hills. You were happy because that meant that you didn’t have to leave your best friends like you were supposed to when your mother had gotten the job a month before that. You were on your way to the stilinski’s for movie night and to tell him that you were not going away after all. He greeted you with a big hug which was not totally abnormal. Even though he was your best friend, you had developed deep feelings for stiles and you were hoping that that night would be the perfect night to tell him about those feelings.

After arguing about the movie and winning the argument you sat back and contemplated the screen with a smile on your face as you heard Galadriel talk in elven. You got close to Stiles and snuggled up in the crook of his neck like you always did when you were watching movies. He wrapped his arms around you and played with your hair while you slowly drifted away and fell asleep. ‘’(Y/N), Hey, the movie is over. I can’t believe that I could have watched star wars.’’ You slowly opened your eyes only to find stiles’ mouth inches from yours. Your eyes met his and his hand moved slowly to cup your cheek.

Before you could realize it, his soft lips were on yours. You broke the kiss to straddle him while he was looking at you with a soft smile. He pulled you closer to him and kissed you again. This time was different, the kiss was harder and desperate. Your hands kept moving as you were trying to discover every inch of each other’s body. He pulled away so that you could catch your breath. ‘’My dad texted me and he’s gonna be working ‘till morning. Do you want to stay here?’’ You nodded and kissed him again. He pushed you off of him and led you to his room.

When you got there, he shot the door behind him and pushed you against it, kissing you even harder than before. You were both gasping for air, but your need to touch each other made the need to breathe seem totally useless. He stepped back to remove his shirt and then removed yours. He pulled your shorts down your legs as he kicked his own pants out of the way. Your lips reconnected as he lifted you up and carried you to his bed, putting you down carefully.

Stiles knew it was your first time too and he made sure you were comfortable in every single way he could. He removed your panties while kissing your inner thigh. You whimpered desperate for him to touch you where you needed him most. He smirked and licked your folds as you moaned his name. Your eyes rolled back and your hands tangled in his hair. ‘’Shit you taste good (Y/N)’’ He moaned against your core sending vibrations to your clit. You were getting closer as he pushed a finger inside you. You muttered a ‘fuck’ as he pushed another in. He sucked on your clit as you reached your high. He got up and licked his fingers clean.

You positioned yourself higher on the bed as he put the condom and climbed on the bed, placing himself in between your legs. He rubbed his tip at your entrance. He closed his eyes and groaned as he pushed himself slowly inside of you. He opened his eyes, meeting yours and interlaced his fingers with yours as your other hand was on his back, your nails leaving red trails against it. ‘’Stiles. Harder.’’ You moaned as the pain vanished and he obliged. He found the perfect pace and kissed you. Your moans and his deep groans filled the room as you felt your second orgasm coming fast. ‘’ Fuck (Y/N) you’re so tight.’’ Your toes curled and you dig your nails into his back. He dipped his head and rested it in the crook of your neck and kissed it. You came, clenching around his cock, sending him to his release. He rolled off of you and took off the condom throwing it away. You got under the covers as he took you in his arms and you rested your head on his chest.

‘’wow at least we got to do that before you left.’’ He smirked. You opened your eyes wide and smiled at him. ‘’ Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, I’m not leaving after all! I’m going to stay at Scott’s’’. You fell asleep, cuddling.

It was nearly 4 am when you snuck out of Stiles’ bedroom without saying goodbye. You walked back to your house and you left beacon hills with your very confused mother the next day.

Imagine your father beating you, and Isaac finding out <3

Request: Okay so I’m thinking (if you don’t want to write it I completely understand) Isaac finds out that your father abuses you. 

A/N: I haven’t directly written the beating, because I’m not too comfortable with that but it’s implied. If you are triggered by this I strongly suggest you don’t read it. 

Also If you are experiencing something like this I want you to tell someone. Anyone. A teacher, a friend, a parent. This is never okay. 

With that said I hope you enjoy some very sweet and protective Isaac :’)

When your mom died things got pretty rough. It hadn’t been more than three weeks and your dad had already drunken the whole local liquor store. Whenever you smelled the alcohol you quickly hid your baby sister. 

She was ten years old so she knew what was going on. That girl was way too smart for her age and feisty too. You had more times now stopped her from going out to your dad to spit on him or scold him. She was so angry about all of this but you made her promise never to cross him. She had to stay safe. 


The next morning your dad was sleeping away his hangover and brutal behaviour from last night, while you were trying to cover up his tracks. The black eye had to be covered. You got out both your foundation and concealer. This one was hard to cover up. 

At school you were nervous. Would someone notice? You told yourself you had did a good job on covering your eye, only someone who really looked would notice. 

You got to your locker and as usual Isaac came. You tried to not look directly at him, afraid you would spill out every thing your dad had done to you these past weeks. You got out your books for math. 

“Y/N, we have English…” Isaac pointed out and you mentally kicked yourself for not remembering. “Are you all right?” 

He tried to make eye contact but your refused. You said you were fine and hurried down the hall to the girls bathroom. 

This was all getting harder and harder to keep from the pack. You desperately wanted to tell them. Let them help you. So why didn’t you? This could all be over if you just told them or anyone for that matter. 

To be honest you were afraid. You were afraid of what he would do. You were afraid of what would happen to him. Would he end up in jail? What would happen to you and you sister? Who would you live with?

You loved your father and you didn’t want him to go to jail or for you and your sister to go live with someone you barely know. But this excuse couldn’t last for much longer. He needed to be stopped. You couldn’t take this forever. 

You couldn’t keep on smiling and pretending that nothing was happening, when actually these last three weeks had been the worst of you life. You couldn’t keep on this mask of happiness when inside it was all a shattered mess. 

You hadn’t even realized you had started crying, until you saw the black eye. Your hands rested on the counter of the sink and you stared in the mirror. The black eye was like a beacon. Look at me, it said. Luckily you were prepared and had taken your make up with you, in case you needed to cover it again. 

You were halfway through when the door opened. You started to panic. You weren’t counting on company since it was the middle of first period. But it wasn’t just anyone who came in. It was Isaac.

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Milestone

Genre: Fluff/(Suggestive)

Member: Jooheon

Word Count: 3,567

a/n: Just a little something I made :) Enjoy!!

Summary:  Milestone- an action or event marking a significant change or stage in development

Originally posted by bap-monstax


He shrugged his shoulders, hands in the pocket of his hoodie, a hiss escaping his lips from the sudden, biting cold wind. You grimaced as the same coldness stroke you across the face. You nearly imitated Jooheon’s body language, except you scooted closer to him and snaked your hands into the pocket of his hoodie, fingers intertwining with his.

You let out an exhale of relief at the warmth of his hands as he rested his chin on your head while you stood before him. His manager finally finished off a phone call and you could all move to the inside of the airport.

The sky was gray, the cruel cold cutting the sensitive skin in the early morning. Jooheon’s eyes weighed with desired sleep, much how like the rest of the members closed their own and occasionally dozed off as they sat around and waited. The flight call would be in half an hour, but the two of you didn’t leave each other’s side.

You had woken up earlier than him in order to make it to the dorm in time to catch them before leaving to the airport.

The entire time, you didn’t speak much. You didn’t want to, and neither did he. It was becoming a routine every time he was bound to leave for tour. For some odd reason, it was getting harder, driving the two of you into dread and annoyance. He rested his head on your shoulder as you sat side by side in the airport lobby.

You could hear him beginning to snore lightly, feeling yourself doze off as well as your head rested on his. It was too early, making his departure that much more draining. “Jooheon, it’s almost time to go” their manager stated, making Jooheon respond with a hum as he slowly sat up and took in a deep breath and stretched.

You sighed and watched him as he turned to you with a yawn, rising to his feet. You followed suit and stood before him, sulking.

Jooheon understood, because he himself felt disappointed at the reality of the situation. “Let’s not fight” he commented, his voice low and raspy as he wrapped his arms over you and kissed the top of your head. “Who said anything about fighting?” you mumbled, your words muffled by his embrace. “Doesn’t have to be said, you’re already upset” he added, his voice dragging out as he got closer to your ear.

“Well, you already know how this goes, buddy” you remarked and Jooheon swayed the two of you slightly, “Stop, don’t be like this” he said, making you finally hug him and squeeze tightly. “This frigging sucks… I don’t want you to go” you managed, still sounding muffled under his embrace. “You can say that again” he retorted, finally moving away to peck your lips languidly.

He wanted to kiss you in a way that somehow would bring comfort to the two of you, but the idea was short lived as you tugged at his sides.

“Just leave before I get more mad” you commented as you pulled away and he smirked, “You say that now, but you’re going to be anchoring me to this spot as soon as I move” he said and you rolled your eyes. “God, I hate you right now” you replied and his smirk faltered, “I know, but this sucks for me too, we’ve been through this before, Y/N” he stated, a hint of hurt squeezing its way into his words.

“I know, I know… sorry, just kiss me again, please” you said and he stared at you in thought for a second before pressing his lips on yours once more. He felt the guilt of leaving already making its way into his chest, causing him to knit his eyebrows together and cup your face in his hands to deepen the kiss. At this, you understood his warmth would soon disappear, and you’d want to keep him there, but it would obviously not happen.

Your public affection had become the last of your worries during his departures, instead, it almost felt necessary for your own sakes. As if all the emptiness you’d encounter in the following weeks could be made up in just a few minutes of your farewell.


“How come you haven’t moved in with her?” Kihyun asked, getting comfortable in the seat of the plane. Jooheon shrugged and closed his eyes as he leaned his head back, “There’s no need to, I’m barely there anyway” he said, voice dragging as sleep lured him to succumb to it’s quiet. “Shownu moved in with his girlfriend, and Hyungwon alternates and stays with her and at the dorms, but you’re the only one that has a girlfriend and doesn’t leave the dorm” Kihyun carried on, spiking up a slight discomfort in the pit of Jooheon’s stomach. “Are you trying to kick me out of the dorms?” he asked, his voice deep as he opened one eye to look at Kihyun next to him.

Kihyun chuckled and shrugged, “I’m just saying, you guys are going for three years together, I would just assume you’d want to take the next step and move in together” he stated and Jooheon let out a weary sigh, slouching into the seat, “Well, you might be assuming us wrong” he commented.

In the back of his mind, he liked the idea of moving in with you, but something told him neither of you were ready yet. Because you knew every upside and downside to each other, he was scared maybe it would be too much.

Nonetheless, the thought bounced back and forth in his mind until he could no longer keep it to himself. “Shownu, how did you move in with your girlfriend?” he suddenly asked, turning over in his seat to look at the seat behind his own. Shownu knitted his eyebrows in confusion, “I packed a bit and moved in?” he said in a questioning manner which made Wonho chuckle at Shownu’s side. “No I mean, like- who asked who to move in and how?” Jooheon asked. Shownu parted his lips and nodded in understanding, “Ah, she asked me to move in with her, it wasn’t too um, special. She just brought it up” he stated with a shrug and Jooheon sighed.

“Are you finally moving in with Y/N?” Wonho asked and Jooheon shook his head, too quickly and not convincing enough.

“Yeah maybe you should wait, sometimes two years isn’t enough time to move in together” Wonho added, crossing his arms over his chest and resting his head on Shownu’s shoulder as he closed his eyes. “Yeah, I dunno” Jooheon said with an exhale as he sat back down properly and got comfortable once again.


You finished off the phone call and grinned mindlessly, giggling to yourself about the surprise you were about to give the entire group. You made it into the long hallway where staff walked in and out of until you found the waiting room. You peeked inside carefully and spotted Minhyuk at the nearby couch. You smiled and walked in slowly, just then, one of their stylists recognized you and gasped, “Y/N!” she said, making her way to you with arms wide open. You waved sheepishly and hugged her, “You flew here? Does Jooheon know?” she asked and you quickly shook your head as Minhyuk also gasped gleefully and approached you. Minhyuk hugged you tightly and grinned, “You look so pretty, Y/N, we didn’t know you’d come” he stated and you giggled, “I know, I spoke to your manager and he let me come” you said, placing a finger in front of your lips.

Minhyuk and the stylist paused for a second before realization settled into their expressions, their lips mouthing an ’oh’ or an ‘ah’ in understanding. You grinned, noticing as Kihyun and Hyungwon spotted you and approached you. You waved and greeted them with small hugs as you all chatted lightly, “He’s getting his makeup done right now” Kihyun stated, pointing his thumb over his shoulder. “I’ll wait” you said with a smile, while you all sat down on the couches across from each other.

After several minutes of being in the same room as Jooheon and not able to see him, you were beginning to have trouble keeping your excitement at bay. Your hands ran up and down your thighs as the staff and members kept you a secret from the one single person, too caught up tilting his head a certain way so his stylist could brush eyeshadow easily.

Finally, you were standing up and getting a thumbs up from Changkyun as he nodded in the direction of where Jooheon now sat, distracted on his cellphone. You made your way towards him slowly, feeling some of the stylist’s and the member’s eyes glued to your figure.

You stood before him and leaned down to be at level with him as he lifted his gaze, indifference meeting your eyes until it registered in his mind that you were there. The indifference disappeared, turning into confusion and then disbelief. “Wha-” he muttered, setting his phone down and rising to his feet as everyone chuckled and you covered your grin with your hand.

“Surprise” you managed as Jooheon opened his arms for you so invitingly, you instinctively closed the distance between the two of you.

He couldn’t speak, too baffled and happy to be able to feel you before him as he inhaled your perfume and felt himself become weak. You held him tightly but gasped as his cheek lightly caressed your own, “You’re going to ruin your makeup” you said in a rush, moving away from his embrace.

“Oh crap!” he said, parting away from you as everyone went back to doing different tasks. You stared at him in awe as he sat back down and patted the spot next to him. You sat and turned to him, “How are you feeling?” you asked, your hand gently resting over his thigh. “Well now I feel more nervous because you came” he stated and you both chuckled, his hand reaching for your own on his thigh.

“I’m excited to see you guys, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you live” you said and he nodded slowly, “I know, I had no idea you’d come” he admitted and you smiled, “That was the point” you stated.


The members stepped off the stage and made their way into the waiting room where you were already waiting. They all high-fived everyone and patted each other’s backs, removing their stage outfits and changing into much more comfortable clothes.

You stood to the side, allowing everyone to do their jobs and tried staying out of their way. After changing, Jooheon made his way to you, “Did you get a hotel?” he asked and you nodded. He looked over his shoulder then back to you, “Do you mind if I stay there?” he asked and you suddenly felt your stomach flip, anticipation spiking up in your chest. “No, it’s fine” you nodded reassuringly and he smirked, “You didn’t even think about it” he teased, earning a smack on the arm from you, “You don’t let me think” you said in a hushed tone as he chuckled.

“Let me ask my manager, I’ll be back” he stated and you mouthed an okay, attempting to appear cool and nonchalant but the thrill overpowering you entirely and making you grin. Jooheon winked at you and left as you leaned against the wall and watched everyone pack up.


You were surprised at how suspiciously patient he had been on the way to your hotel, keeping the affection to himself as the two of you talked and made your way into the room. You set your things on the small desk below the television and turned to him.

He was already standing right behind you, a mischievous smile playing on his lips that made your stomach sizzle with excitement. He simply hugged you once again, this time burying his face in the crook of your neck and swaying the two of you, much like he had the day at the airport.

“Did you miss me a lot?” you whispered softly and felt him nod. He placed a kiss to your cheek and pulled away to look at you, “Did you see how bad I messed up on stage?” he asked and you chuckled, “Tripping over your own feet isn’t very common of you” you teased and he grinned. “I know right? It happens more often than I’d like to admit” he said and you smiled, your hands resting on his back.

“I need to shower” he stated, ruffling his hair with both hands, making you pat your hands at his sides. “Yeah you should” you stated and he quirked an eyebrow, “Why? You’re supposed to love me in all my sweat and glory” he expressed and you cackled, stepping away from him. “Why do you laugh?” he asked, a chuckle escaping him as he grabbed you once again and made sure to rub himself on you.

You whined and continued to laugh, trying to push him away, “I don’t want your natural stinky fragrance on me!” you managed and he laughed light-heartedly. “Wait- I think I know why you want me to shower” he suddenly said and you looked up at him, puzzled.

He sat at the edge of the bed and smirked suggestively, “You wanna shower with me?” he asked and you scoffed, letting out a chuckle right after, “You wish, go shower or you’re sleeping on the floor” you retorted. He took your hand and brought you to stand between his legs as he hooked his fingers in the front belt hoops of your jeans, “You really don’t want to?” he asked, not at all genuinely and making you snigger, “Stop being like that and go” you said, feeling yourself slightly flustered as you tried to pull away, but he kept you in place.

“I’m serious” he stated and you shook your head, “Shut up, you’re not” you replied and he wrapped his arms around your waist and you let your hands rest on his shoulders. He snickered and leaned back, bringing you down to lay on the bed as he switched your positions and laid over you. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you a lot” he admitted, pressing his chest to yours and pinched your cheek.

“Thinking about me how? You perv” you joked and he smacked his lips, taking offense to your comment, “Not like that! But in general, as in I happen to remember stuff you do or stuff we laugh about” he explained and you placed your finger on his dimple as he spoke. “Like that” he added, referring to your action.

You giggled and pinched his bottom lip between your thumb and index finger, “You miss me that much?” you asked and he tilted his head to the side, “Something like that” he answered, after trying to bite your fingers and making you squeak. “What do you mean something like that?” you asked and he let his weight set on you as you huffed, “Dude, you’re not exactly as light as a feather” you complained and he buried his face in your neck with a hum.

“Accept me as I am, woman” he replied and you huffed out an airy laugh.


You were tucked under the sheets already by the time he stepped out of the shower in a loose shirt and shorts, his hair still dripping with water. He scooted into the spot next to you and sighed, bringing you to his chest. “Your hair is wetting my face” you commented lazily, in reality not caring much.

“I don’t wanna move anymore” he said and you hummed. Jooheon shifted in his spot and kissed your neck lightly, but languidly, making your heart stutter in your chest. He moved gently, bringing his hand to your neck and cheek, his thumb rubbing against your jawline, “Can we?” he whispered and you simply nodded, understanding what he was asking.

He placed a deep kiss on your lips and moved to hover over you as you now cupped his face, before he was sitting up and removing his shirt. You did the same and soon after he was back over you and kissing down your neck only to return to your lips. He had missed you dearly, the idea of moving in with you had haunted him for the last couple of weeks, but he just didn’t know how to tell you about it.

It wasn’t the idea of love-making in a place you could both share and call home that drove him to excessive thrill, but the idea of finally waking up at your side and being able to know even more of you with every day was too tempting. But he was also terrified, and too reluctant to worsen the idea of not having him around with having him gone inside a place you would become too accustomed to having him in.


You sniffed into his bare chest as he drew small circles on your back with his thumb. Whimpering slightly, you tried holding back from full on sobbing. Your tears marked a familiar path down your cheeks, where they have traveled before whenever the two of you spent too much time away. It was always too overwhelming for you to see him again and have only the sheets of a bed to further induce the intimacy of expressed I missed you’s and I love you’s in more sentiment than words could convey. He held you tightly and smiled. “Hey, I love you” he whispered, pulling away to wipe your cheeks with his shirt which you were now wearing. “Stop, I’m going to cry more” you choked out and he chuckled lazily, bringing you back into his chest.

He waited until you were no longer sniffling to begin talking.

“Are you sleepy yet?” he asked, his voice tired and low as you shook your head. “Can we talk?” he asked and you knitted your eyebrows in curiosity at his question, looking up to meet his gaze. “Yeah?” you answered, sitting up and crossing your legs as you faced him.

Jooheon sat up as well and leaned against the headboard, taking your hand in his and smiling faintly, “How do you think we’re doing?” he asked and you stared at him quizzically. “In what?” you asked with a small grin, as he pulled you towards him to straddle his lap. “How are we doing in our relationship?” he asked and you raised your eyebrows in understanding, “Mm, I think we’re good, why do you ask?” you replied.

Jooheon nodded slowly and licked his lips, averting his gaze from you. “Why?” you asked again and he continued to look away for a few seconds. His brain was battling with what he wanted to say, the words sounding too abrupt or the idea becoming too forced. “Jooheon” you said softly but earning a look with no expression from him.

“Do you not think we’re good? Because you already know that if something is bothering you then you need to say it so we can fix-” you stated, “Nothing’s bothering me- well it’s bothering me but it’s not a bad thing it’s more… I dunno, forget it” he interrupted you with. You jerked your head back slightly and stared at him with a frown, “No, tell me, let’s talk about this” you insisted, making him shift under you.

Your eyes widened as you pointed a finger down at his hips, “Oh- wait is that what’s bothering you?” you asked, making him snort and chuckle loudly, “No, no, no, that is totally fine, it’s not what I was talking about” he stated and you cackled. “Then?” you asked in the middle of laughing, while he smiled widely and sat up straight to hug you close to him.

“Uh, I’ve been thinking lately…” he started but his voice trailed off, so you decided to ease him by massaging his scalp, tangling your fingers in the disheveled, still slightly damp strands. You felt him breathe against you as he leaned his forehead on your chest for a few seconds.

“I don’t want you to feel obligated to do it in order to please me, I understand if it’s not what you want, but I do want you to know I really enjoy the idea of it and I’m also fine with the way things are” he rambled and you felt your smile grow on your lips. “Hey, just say it” you said and he lifted his head to look at you, “Should we… move in together?” he finally asked, slowly and hesitantly.

You stopped your ministrations and stared at him, not in surprise, in fact, you stared at him fondly for a few seconds, making him hug you a little tighter. You pecked the corner of his lips and took in a deep breath, “I think we should” you stated and Jooheon watched you with eyebrows raised, “Really? Do you really want to?” he asked and you nodded reassuringly. “I had actually been waiting for the right time to talk about it” you admitted and he visibly relaxed, “I thought maybe it would be too soon” he said and you shrugged, “Well, maybe you thought wrong”.