leave me alone crying in a corner ; ;

Can I Boop Your Nose?

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,539

Warnings: being crazy? Dean being roofied haha

A/N: This is for @impalaimagining’s 2k celebration challenge!!! My word that I picked was ‘Crazed’…I hope that all of you enjoy this! Feedback is greatly appreciated!! :D (*Unbeta’d so any and all mistakes are mine! aka it might be total shit lol)

Dean never thought you’d ever go behind his back like you had a few nights ago. Here he was sitting in a chair, in the mental hospital, in the same room Sam was occupying but now it housed you instead. Dean watched as you sat on the bed, picking up imaginary flowers around you and then proceeded to hand them over to him. Cas told him that you would and have been reacting differently than Sam had. You still see Lucifer here and there, he bothers you at night and whispers lies in your ear. Other than that, it’s almost like your mind is this innocent psychotic child.  

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Don't Repeat History

I couldn’t help myself ;u;

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Ok, I’m done. I did this like, in half and hour and stuff so it’s pretty simple but yeah. *Shrugs* 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me and neither does the AU.

The words leave him before he could stop himself.

“This is the Blue Lion?” He asks, voice small as he stares up at the big lion in front of him, something inside him urging him to come closer but he pushes it back stubbornly.

Allura nods besides him, a pleased smile on her face. “Yes, you used to be her paladin. The Blue Lion is known to be one of the friendliest of Lions; your bond with her has been so strong since the beginning, never wavering in the least. It is said that –”

Lance tunes Allura’s voice down, leaving behind a faint ringing noise in his ears as he stares wide eyed at Blue’s motionless eyes.

He feels a tug inside him one more time and this time he winces, feeling it more physically than mental.

The ringing turns into purrs and soft growling and Lance breathing come out short as he watches Blue’s dim eyes lighten up with life.

One, two, three ticks and then it’s like Blue’s eyes snap open and images fill his head.

He can’t make sense of anything. The faces are blurred, the noises that start as laughter turn into painful screams and sobs. Every feeling overwhelms him: there’s anxiety, excitement, stubbornness, determination, pride, love.

There’s relief. There’s a soft comfort feeling in the back of his head but it’s not enough to calm his breathing, to ease his tense shoulder and beating heart.

Lance vaguely notices that he started shaking, barely hearing the muffled drowned voice of Allura near him, calling to him, asking for him.

He doesn’t understand the words, but he doesn’t bothers to. He just needs to go, there’s too much around him and inside him. He can’t be here, he can’t deal with this, he needs to leave.

He needs to leave.

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late night confessions | Fred Weasley x reader


Everywhere people laughed and danced. But not you. You were sitting in a corner of the room looking at all the happy faces. You had waited so long for Fred to ask you to the yule ball and now you had nobody.

“Cheer up y/n, I’m sure he had a good reason for not asking you.” George said as he plopped down into one of the empty seats and put a drink in front of you.

“Well I know one reason, he just doesn’t like me that way.” You had told yourself that a million times, but saying it out loud hurt more than you thought it would. George gave you a sympathetic look as he moved closer to wrap his arms around you.

“You know, I’m pretty tired. I think I’m just gonna go to bed.” Sighing you stood up and quickly left the great hall before George could protest.

You walked through the empty hallways, the clicking of your black heels against the cold floor being the only sound that’s heard.

Sliding down against the wall you wrapped your arms around your knees and finally let the tears fall. This was supposed to be a magical evening but instead you were walking alone in the dark. The silence got interrupted by rapid footsteps coming towards you. Your heart started beating faster, anxious to know who it was, until finally someone rounded the corner.

“Y/n? I’ve been looking everywhere for you, why’d you leave so – are you crying??” Fred asked as he walked closer.

“Fred just leave me alone.” More tears rolled down your cheeks as you turned away from him.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me.” He said, sitting down next to you. You sighed in defeat, you knew Fred wouldn’t give up.

“Why didn’t you ask me to the dance?” The worry on Fred’s face turned to shock.

“What?” He asked bewildered.

“I waited for you to ask me, but you never did.” You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, you couldn’t believe you were telling him this.

“Y/n,” he whispered as he cupped your cheek. “I thought you were going with George.” Now it was your turn to look puzzled.

“But why? Why would you think that.” You felt a hint of hope. Could it be? Could he really feel the same?

“You two are so close, and lately you’ve been spending so much time together. I just assumed something was going on.” Slowly you started leaning in until your face was only millimetres from his.

“You’re the only one I want, Fred.” You told him before you connected your lips. After all the years you waited, you were finally kissing the boy you had been in love with for so long. Tingles shot through your body, your stomach was making backflips.

His hands slowly slid down your body, staying to rest on your exposed thigh, before sliding under your dress.

“Fred,” you stopped him. “not here, what if someone walks by?” He laughed before picking you up bridal style and running to an unknown location.

“I think I know just the place.” He smirked.

By now you were on the seventh floor, he took a left before stopping in front of a large wall.

“Fred? What are we doing here?” You asked as he put you down.

“Just wait and see.” The words hadn’t even left his mouth when suddenly the wall began to change and a door became visible. Too perplexed to speak you just let him lead you inside.

You entered a large, but almost empty room. The only piece of furniture was a king sized bed, and from the ceiling hung a beautiful gold chandelier. After a few seconds of taking in your surroundings you found your voice again.

“Where are we? What is this place?” You asked, turning around to face the red haired boy.

“This, love, is the room of requirement. It’s also known as the come and go room or the place where everything is hidden,” he explained. “but now that we’ve cleared that up, how about we finish what we started?”

In a flash his lips were on yours again, and his shirt was already lost somewhere in the room. Your hands roamed his bare chest as he began sliding of your dress, leaving you in nothing but your panties. Your nipples instantly hardened when the cold air hit them. He picked you up as if you were a feather and lightly threw you on the bed.

When he climbed over you, the both of you just in your underwear, his demeanour changed. He softly caressed your cheek and tucked a lock of your h/c hair behind your ear. You gazed up in his beautiful brown eyes as he studied your face.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n,” he said, his thumb moving over your lower lip. “so perfect. Are you sure you want to do this?” Your heart was beating loudly, so loud you were sure he could hear it and feel it thumping against his toned chest. Your palms were sweaty. Your knees weak and your arms heavy, you were sure you would have fallen down if you were still standing. Too nervous to talk you just nodded. You weren’t nervous because you weren’t sure you wanted this. You were nervous because you had wanted this for so long. But what if it’s not what you always dreamed of?

One of his hands slowly travelled down your body, before he hooked his fingers in the hem of your panties and pulled them down. You felt the soft material of your underwear softly slide down your legs as he began rubbing you.

“Please, Fred.” You begged, pulling at his belt. In an instant he ripped his trousers and boxers off. He slowly spread your legs as he crawled on top of you.

You gasped in pain when he entered you. Noticing your discomfort he stopped and waited for you to get used to his size while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“It’s okay, love. It’ll get better. I can stop if you want me to.” After a while the burning pain turned into pleasure.

“You can move now.” You assured him. The moment you said that he began thrusting into you, hitting different spots with every thrust. The room was filled with your moaning and panting.

His thumb rubbed circles on your clit as he sucked on your neck, leaving love bites everywhere he could.

“Fred, I’m close.” He pulled out and slammed into you from another angle, pulling your leg up so he had better access. Not able to handle this much pleasure your body began shaking and your eyes rolled back.

“Let go for me, baby, I’m right behind you.” He whispered against your neck. Soon you hit your climax as you felt Fred release his warm seed into you.

He rolled off of you, you were both panting as if you’d just ran a marathon.

“I love you, Y/n” He said, looking you in the eye while pulling you closer.

“I love you too, Fred.” You were right, it wasn’t what you always dreamed of. It was better.

I’m so sorry it took so long, I’ve been so busy lately but I’m back! I hope you like it, again sorry for making you wait.

Sleep-talking Grantaire

I like thinking about Grantaire talking in his sleep. It’s usually just gibberish and unintelligible murmurs, but he often says words or complete sentences out loud.

Enjolras found out the worst way possible: one of the first nights he and R slept together he woke up hearing his boyfriend whisper:
“..Who’s the little girl standing in the corner?”
He obviously freaked out and switched on the lights, just to see Grantaire peacefully sleeping next to him.

Obviously Grantaire never remembers anything in the morning, so Enjolras reports his gems:
“What time is the swan leaving?”
“I can’t remember where my kidney is”, “Don’t turn off the light while I’m dabbing”…

It’s not always that fun, though. Many times Enjolras wakes up hearing Grantaire cry. “It’s not my fault…”
“Please, don’t leave me alone…”
“I’m trying..I swear I’m trying”…
Those times, he holds Grantaire as close as he can, stroking his hair trying to calm him down.

Once Grantaire was almost screaming in his sleep, so Enjolras woke him up to make the nightmare go away, and tried to reassure him in any way he could. He waited to hear Grantaire’s breath slow down again before allowing himself to close his eyes and go back to sleep.
Just then he heard the whisper:
“Thank you for staying always by my side. I love you so much.”
Whether Grantaire was sleep-talking in that moment or not, he didn’t really care.


“Such a cruel boy. Telling me to live one more time. I thought I was satisfied because my dream had come true… And I’d told myself it was enough… Yet here you are, watering this withered heart again.”

We are Animals

5k of SMUT AND ACTUAL PLOT… but mostly smut. I upload from my phone so I can’t italicize anything. If you want to see the version with italics, I’ll send you a link to where I posted the story. ANYWAAAAAYYYYY … I also apologize, but I don’t know how to enable the ‘read more’ feature on my phone. I know it’s annoying but unfortunately I can’t do anything about it.



This is a Drarry fic based on a video on YouTube of the same title. Kind of post apocolyose/ homophobe universe. Hardcore smut so… yeah


“Men. The only animals in the world to fear” - D.H. Lawrence


“Findings from the National Center of Disease control released the results of a study which shows that the lifestyle of some homosexuals has triggered an epidemic…” The garbled voice of a newscaster comes out of the radio, along with small blasts of static. I walk down a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, my shoes covered in red dust and the sun beating down on my shoulders, heating my brown leather jacket. I keep my hands in the pockets to keep them from shaking as the small radio I keep in the lining spits out more information.

“The ‘Gay Plague’ is the center of a political storm- the Moral Majority claiming that AIDS is God’s punishment for the gay lifestyle.” I close my eyes hard and use my shoulder to wipe the sweat out of them, and my messy black hair sticks to my forehead. In a hidden part of the thick jacket I can just hear the minute clinking of small pink pills that I live on in a small prescription jar. The pills in that jar, though, are anything but legal. The announcer continues.

“This isn’t just a disease we’re talking about here! These people are capable of murdering other humans when they-” The voice becomes inaudible from all of the static emitting from the cheap radio, so I take it out and hit it against my jean-clad leg until the voice is understandable again.

“C'mon…” I huff to myself, hitting the small box once again when it continues to cut out, until it finally continues.

“-and 50% of U.K citizens are favoring quarantine. We’re putting them in a nice, comfortable place-” The voice of the announcer is cut off suddenly by another person shouting into the microphone.

“Just isolate them!” The newcomer says, and I continue to listen, though it hurts. Looking up, I see the outline of a tall brick enclosure in the distance as my radio spouts more slurs. I would switch to another station, but these news reports are all that are broadcasted anymore. The second voice continues, though in a calmer tone than the one previously used. “We have received proof that the free world is, once again, in danger.

The radical group of homosexuals, known otherwise as the Death Eaters, have rallied together, more determined than ever to destroy the means put in place by our scientific and medical communities that keep us all safe, and healthy. Although we have created a protective quarantine, no one is truly safe.” I turn off the radio, no longer able to listen.

I can hear my mother’s voice in my head, pressing the bottle of pink pills into my hand. ‘Hide, Harry. Hide in plain sight, be a nurse, do whatever you can. Just don’t let anyone know who you really are.’ So here I am, in the middle of a field on a dirt road in August.

Eventually reaching the gate of an eight foot tall barbed wire fence, I look up and sigh, pushing it open and walking inside the quarantine zone.

The road is deserted, with various posters blowing about in the street, and the rusted shells of forgotten cars lining the outsides of empty buildings. My green eyes scan the chain link, looking at the various posters tacked up.

Seeing some of them closer, they look to all have some extent of coverage from green or black paint. I can even see a poster of the Queen with a large green skull with a serpent tongue covering her face. I reach out to touch the poster, but in pulling my hand back, the tips of my fingers come away glistening with green liquid. I then take a step back, look around, and continue on my way, eyes trained on the ground in front of me, and hands stuffed in my pockets, with the muffled sound of men’s screams permeating my ears.

I continue walking through the desolate streets until I reach a heavy metal door with the words “Caution: Quarantine inside. Enter at your own risk.” I don’t think twice before pressing my shoulder against the door to open it.

Inside, the sounds of suffering are clearer, but I continue on my way. Close by, I can hear someone with a hacking cough, a side effect of the numbing agent.

“Hey-” A hoarse voice calls out, and I look up in surprise. “you’ll help me…” An unkempt man sitting in a pile of trash lunges at me, trying to grab my ankle, though I manage to jump out of the way. “Help me!” He screams at my back as I walk away. “You selfish pig! You’re just like the rest of us!”

“L-leave me alone.” I say quietly, continuing, albeit at a quicker pace, towards my destination while the man screams behind me.

“You’ll get yours one day kid! You just… you fucking wait…” Is what I hear before he breaks down crying, and I keep going out of fear.

I turn a corner a small ways from the man to the front of an unassuming building, manned by two armed guards wearing respirators over their mouths and noses. The man on the left looks me up and down, before stiffly asking-

“Identification?” I take out my security pass and he runs it under a machine, which beeps to signal my clearance. “Put out your arms.” He says, taking out a metal detector and waving it over my whole body.

As it runs over my side, I pray with every ounce of my sinning soul that the pills won’t be detected, even though they never have been before.

“He’s clean.” The guard says once the detector has run over me multiple times. He gives me a look of sadness, and motions to his partner to open the door. “Good luck in there, Potter.” I nod in response and walk through the door into the cool, dark building.

My whole body shakes as I walk to the bathroom, the intercom of the building playing more messages like the one I heard on my way to work. “Several members of the Death Eaters have been arrested for vandalizing property, writing messages that spread their hate and lies…” I listen intently at the door to the restroom to make sure that it’s deserted, before entering and locking the door behind me. “The authorities have transferred the detainees to a nearby clinic for immediate neutralization.”

I walk to the sink, not bothering to look in the mirror because I know what I would see; the tired eyes of a liar, and the messy hair and smile-less lips of a sinner. I take the plastic container out of my pocket and crack it open, depositing the pills into my hands, looking at them with distain and distaste, before I hear a creak behind me. I look up and turn to the side, the sudden appearance of a heavily freckled red-haired man taking me by surprise, causing me to drop the container of pills and drop to my knees, scrambling to pick them all up.

“I-it’s not what it looks like-” I stutter, fear taking over my whole being, because if he knows what these pills do-

I look back at him after all the pills are put away, and I see a sad smile on his face.

“I should have known you were on Celibron-” he says, his accent thick. I narrow my eyes at him before looking away, my heart beating a million miles and hour. “I know exactly what you’re going through. You’re doing a really good thing-” I look back up at the man, who looks hardly older than I. How could he possibly know what I'n going through?

I narrow my eyes again, and stand up straight, slipping the bottle into my pocket. “I can’t eat… I can’t sleep… these- these things are fucking poisoning me-”

“These things saved my life.” The other man says calmly, resting his hand on my arm, which I immediately pull away. I turn my back, and put my hand on the doorknob, figuring I can just take the pills somewhere else. “Do you want to get better?” He asks, and my grip falters, before steadying again.

“There’s nothing wrong with me.” I say. “It’s just a precaution.” And I walk out of the room, leaving the red haired man alone, once again.

About an hour later, I’ve nearly forgotten the experience. My mind is numbed by the Celibron coursing through my system, and my shoes loudly hit the ground in the quiet hallway leading up to my patient’s room.

I’ve traded my leather jacket and jeans for dark red scrubs, and my hands are unable to stop fidgeting as I walk up to the one-way glass that shows me my patient.

I look in and see him sitting on a table, wearing nothing but white shorts, and I swallow thickly, before mentally berating myself for it. He has neat bleach blonde hair and wears a look that would seem horrible on anyone except for him. His lean arms are pale and his stomach is toned and blemishless. When he looks up I can see stormy grey eyes and a strong chin. I open the door and walk into the room, trying to avoid eye contact with the beautiful man.

I go to the cart positioned directly next to the man, whose feet are bound to his padded medical chair. I pick up his file and graze my eyes over it, before having them rest on his name. 'Draco Malfoy’ I glance at him and look back at the chart blankly when I find that he’s looking back at me.

I walk around the back of him, glancing at his forearm and seeing a tattoo of a green skull and serpent right beneath the hinge of his elbow. His voice takes me out of my stupor.

“So… what’s it like?” I return to his side and look him in the eyes, before glancing away again. “When they cut it off?” Draco asks me morbidly.

“You’ll be anesthetized-” I reply quickly.

“Mm-mm. No, I want to feel everything-” my neck heats as I feel him look me up and down. “even pain.” He says everything with a confidence that I don’t understand. I don’t understand how he could be confident and level headed in the situation that he is in.

“We can’t do that. That’s… inhumane.” I tell him, still keeping my eyes on the tools that I’m fiddling with for no reason other than to distract myself from the strength of his gaze. He thinks for a moment before replying.

“Since when did that stop anyone?” I pause for a moment before continuing my distraction.

“I-I’m sorry. The government requires that every patient be numb from the waist down for this procedure…” His eyes burn into the back of my neck and I can feel the pills working against the feelings rising up inside of me. He smirks.

“What do you feel down there, nurse boy? I could smell you a mile away. Your body’s strong… it’s resisting those pills-” I turn to face him, an easygoing smile decorating his features, and anger boils up inside of me.

“How did you know that?” I ask with a mixture of anger, fear, and curiosity. His blonde hair flops into his eyes and he brushes the strands away with gentle fingers.

“Did you ever break sodomy law?” I stop again, the heat from my neck spreading to my cheeks.

“T-the what?” I stutter, trying to play innocent as I lean back against the wall. He just smiles and shakes his head, as if he can’t believe my ineducation on the subject.

“Sodomy, sweetie. Mmm, sodomy.” The blonde nearly hums the words, before turning back to me with an amused expression. “C'mon, everyone knows that the clinic staff are all a bunch of gays…” He looks me up and down hungrily, and says more quietly, “my nose never fails.” And my anger boils over.

I slam the supplies on the cart, push off the wall, and walk right up to Malfoy. “Look, I don’t know what shit you heard, but it’s wrong. I’m straight.” I tell him matter-of-factly, walking to the other side of the room to pick up the sphygmomanometer. He clicks his tongue.

“Yeah, so is spaghetti 'till you get it wet…” He pauses before continuing at a whisper. “and hot…” His eyes are filled with lust, and it’s getting harder and harder to keep my composure under his grey gaze.

“I-I need to t-take your blood pressure-” I keep my eyes trained on the ground as I walk the few steps over to him, my fingers brushing his warm skin while I strap the contraption to his right bicep. He breathes in deeply,the muscles in his chest rising and falling as he chuckles and softly says

“You’re strapping it to the wrong limb-” I cut him off.

“You’re about to be castrated. Doesn’t that bother you?” I ask him irritably, giving in to my want for just a moment to rake my eyes up his body. He still acts indifferent, and I can’t tell if he’s really courageous or really stupid.

“Hell no.” He says, and I begin pumping up the pressure in the arm band of the sphygmomanometer. He throws his head back and then looks at me with a grin. “Turns me on, what can I say?” I rip the Velcro and take the band off of him, throwing it to the side in anger.

“This isn’t a game! People are dying because of this!” I exclaim, running my hand through my already disastrous black locks, and he suddenly turns serious.

“I live out there…” He looks down at his bound feet for a moment, before bringing his eyes up to mine once again. “I know what it’s like.”

“You’re a freak.” I say, going around to the other side of the chair back to the cart, my anger boiling over. I look at him again and his sarcastic smile is back.

“Might be hard- er, difficult- to do the procedure, if I’m… y'know.” He says, and I look up. He flicks his eyes downward, and I notice the bulge in the thin cotton pants.

“Oh… yeah…” I say.

Suddenly, Draco’s lunged out and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the side of his chair on my knees, putting my hand over his growing hard on, pressing it down, and moving it so that I’m cupping him. He’s strong; even as I’m struggling against him, I can’t get my hand away from it’s place against his cock.

“How does that feel?” I can hear the smirk in his voice. “Yeah, just squeeze right there-” he exclaims to me when I inadvertently clench my fist around him. I can’t say that I’m not enjoying feeling what must be a rather large cock through those thin pants, though I know it’s so fucking wrong.

I stop struggling, and look away guiltily as I squeeze down his cock, though not bare I can feel its’ heat, and I have Draco writhing in his chair. I can tell that his moans are hardly contained and I have to thank god for these scrubs hiding the bit of hardness that I’ve acquired despite the pills.

“Fuck-” he moans quietly, more like a gasp when I flick my wrist hard. His hand is gripping my wrist as I go faster and faster; my panting becoming audible. It’s so…



It’s also… so


“Fuckfuckfuck…” Curses spill from his lips as I take my hand off of him just to put it down the waistband of his pants and actually touch him. He’s heavy and throbbing and I have the sudden urge to put my mouth on him, but banish it from my head immediately.

'This is plenty wrong enough…’ The thought crosses my brain when I swipe my thumb over the head of his dripping cock, lubricating my hand in his precum as I continue to jack him off.

His other hand is pulling on my hair as moans continue to fall from his mouth.

“Tell me your name. Tell me your name so I can shout it when I come.” He gasps to words, and his cock twitches in my hand.

“Potter.” I say, and he’s already started his orgasm.

His hand grips my hair roughly and he arches his back. I bring my eyes to his face; grey eyes closed, and biting his lip in ecstasy.

“Fuck Potter!” He gasps and I can feel his come on my hand as he pants and moans and curses, finally collapsing in the chair, his chest rising and falling quickly. “You… you’re good at that-” he says as I stand up not a moment before the door opens behind me, causing me to run into the cart in surprise.

The surgeon walks in, completely indifferent to my reaction, and walks over to the cart, turning to me. My white covered hand is hidden behind my back.

“Where’s the scalpel?” He asks me, and I look over at Draco with wide eyes, who smirks, winks, and lunges at the surgeon, putting the blade in his neck and pulling it back out when the man has fallen to the floor.

He then takes my wrist in an iron grip and pulls me out the door and through several hallways.

“C'mon c'mon!” He says back at me, before throwing me against the wall near a guarded door. He attacks the guard, taking him down by brute force, punching him several times, then coming over to me, hauling me up, and dragging me over to the door.

“Open the door.” He says into my ear, raising hairs over my entire body, but I still struggle against him, until I feel cool metal against my throat. “Open. the door.” He repeats, pressing the scalpel in more, until I relent and put the code into the door.

Once unlocked, people come rushing out of the armored room in hysterics. All homosexuals. All people like Harry. I turn to run, but he’s come up behind me.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks me, picking me up.

A sudden hit on the the back of the head has me out cold, and I can vaguely feel myself being thrown over a shoulder and carried…


“Ow…” I say when I awaken with a pounding headache, rubbing my forehead. I look around, and my heart rate rises when I see that I am no longer in the clinic.

I’m in a cloth tent, alone.

I scramble to the door, ignoring my headache and climb out into the light of a setting sun. Music, laughter and yelling reach my ears from somewhere nearby, and I decide to investigate. I know that I’m getting close, as I can hear Draco’s voice:

“Yes! My fellow Death Eaters! I promise you that we will stab at the opposition! We will be treated as people in this cruel world! We. Will. Be. Victorious!” He screams, the voice of the man permeating my ears. An excited scream rises from the other people in the group. “Stripped of our dignity, under the guise of a disease, an epidemic, that has nearly wiped us out. And now we appear! Without out meds! Because we won’t hide anymore. This is OUR freedom!” His speech hits a crescendo when I round the corner of the rocky path, and crouch behind some bushes.

In the clearing I can see Draco, standing on a rock next to a blazing fire, and a rather large group of cheering followers who are dancing and talking. Among them I swear I can see the red haired man from the bathroom.

I crouch lower behind the bush when I see Draco looking around the edges of the clearing, praying that he won’t see me. But he does. His eyes lock onto mine and I swear I see him lick his lips, before I back up, trip a bit, and then run as fast as I can in the other direction, thoughts racing through my mind.

'I’m not one of them. I’m straight, I’m normal. I won’t be killed and there’s nothing wrong with me.’ Desperate thoughts fill my head as I run, and I can hear him perusing me.

“You can’t go back! You have nowhere to go-” he yells after me, but I just keep going, my chest heaving and my legs burning, yet I still run with tears in my eyes.

I run until I trip, falling to the ground on my back, and within thirty seconds Draco’s reached me.

He kneels behind me and pulls me up onto my knees, one hand on my throat and holding my ear to his mouth, and his other arm around my stomach holding me in place as I struggle against him.

“You can’t go back. The government’s declared you a renegade-” He says into my ear, his fingers and thumb digging into my cheeks and squishing my mouth.

“I-I can’t be a part of this-” I say, and he stretches my head back so that my neck is completely exposed, and puts his lips next to my ear.

“You’re here, just do it.” He says, and pushes me down so that I’m flat on my back, his knees on either side of my hips and his hands on either side of my head. I stare into his eyes, which have a softness that I didn’t see in the clinic.

“You felt something didn’t you?” He asks with a smile, stony eyes gleaming. I swallow thickly and try to ignore the pangs of want throbbing in my chest. “That’s the pills wearing off.”

Our breathing heavy and deep, it’s my turn to talk. “Was that your plan? To hold me hostage until the pills wore off?” I challenge him, and he smirks at me, his lips now mere inches above mine.

“A man’s not a man until his pills wear off…” He looks at me thoughtfully. “I’m doing you a favor.” He licks his lips, and takes the hem of my shirt in his fist, ripping it over my head, leaving my tanned chest gleaming in the darkening sky. His eyes look at me hungrily.

“What are you doing?” I ask, though all logical thought is being clouded with lust.

“Freeing the dragon.” He smirks, and all thought goes out the window. With a surge of strength, I push Draco off of me onto his back, and reassume his old position on top. The man beneath me looks vaguely surprised, but he doesn’t have long to retain the face because I’ve started attacking his lips.

I kiss him with a passion I’ve never felt before. His lips are soft and supple, and when his tongue snakes into my mouth it feels like it was made to be there. I bite his bottom lip hard in ecstasy, and when I grind my hips down into his for a split second, he groans into my mouth.

I rip his shirt off of him, running my hands over ever inch of uncovered pale skin all the way up his arms to his wrists, which I pin over his head while I start attacking his neck with hard bites and kisses, all the way to his collar bone. We’re both panting like animals at this point, but I couldn’t possibly care less.

“Shit-” he gasps, pressing his hips into mine, presenting me his already throbbing cock through yet another pair of thin pants. I take my hands off his wrists and he immediately puts one in my hair, and the other is running down my back, pushing me onto him.

He grabs me by the sides, hauling me into a sitting position without ever taking his lips off of mine.

Draco licks all the way down my neck and onto my collar bone, his cock pressing into me and mine prodding him in the stomach. I grind into him and he throws his head back in a loud moan, thrusting his hips up against me.

“Fuck…” I sigh, because it seems to be the only word in my vocabulary right now.

Within seconds of my moan he has his fingers in the waistband of my pants and is almost ripping them off, leaving me bare in his lap. I immediately climb off of him and pull his pants off of him, but the second they’re off he’s got me back on top of him, assaulting my lips and squeezing my ass.

My thighs are wrapped around his waist and every time I move my cock rubs against his stomach until I can’t take it anymore.

“I-I need you-” I gasp in his ear, and his mouth is immediately off of mine.

“If you want me, you’re going to need some preparation.” He whispers in my ear, not taking any more time and putting me down on my stomach, spreading me, and putting his tongue in my hole.

“Goddamn, Draco!” I gasp as he puts it as deep as it can go, working me loose. My hands pull at his once neat blonde hair, and he works his tongue in me until he has me writhing. But he doesn’t stop there. He puts two fingers in his mouth, covering them with saliva, and puts them in in place of his tongue. I moan, and he starts to talk.

“You’re going to look so fucking gorgeous with my cock inside you.” He pumps his fingers faster, earning himself a strangled gasp. He takes my head and turns it so that my eyes are on him while he finger fucks me. “You’ll be taking all eight inches whether you like it or not, baby.” I throw my head back in reply because he’s started curling his fingers and I can’t comprehend anything but the feeling. He smirks, grey eyes crinkling. “Good.” He says, taking his fingers out and leaving me with an empty feeling. “I need you to lube me.” I quirk an eyebrow, and he chuckles. “Suck me a bit. Just a little. I don’t know how long I would last in that mouth.” I blush but bring my mouth down to meet his glistening head all the same.

His cock is warm and full in my mouth and I try to take it as deep as it can go, getting it as wet as possible. All too soon he’s pulling it out.

“I-I can’t…” He pulls me on top of him again, but doesn’t have me sit. He looks me dead in the eye. “After I’m done with you, you’re not going to be able to sit comfortably for a week.” He growls the words into my ear and I moan. He takes that as the signal to start lowering me onto him.

Inch by inch he fills me, and it burns and hurts but it hurts so good that I don’t know whether to scream or moan. His girth is stretching me and I wrap my legs around his waist. After a bit of adjusting, Draco is in me all the way to the hilt, his tip brushing lightly against my prostate every time he moves. He puts his forehead against mine and kisses me when he starts thrusting; slowly at first. In the beginning it hurts, and he swallows my cries. But then it starts feeling good… suddenly, he isn’t going fast enough.

“Faster.” I gasp into his ear, and he has no problem fulfilling my request. My cock rubs against Draco’s stomach with every thrust, giving me more pleasure than I know what to do with. My nails scratch at his back roughy, surely leaving dozens of marks.

“Faster.” I say again, because I want more. So much more. “Harder.” And he goes harder, but still not hard enough. I pull his face down to meet mine, and look into his darkened stormy eyes. “Fuck me ask hard and fast as you can.” I say to him, and he grins.

“As you wish, Mr. Potter.” He says, before pulling out, putting me on my hands and knees, going back in, and fucking me so hard that he hits my prostate with every thrust.

“Draco!” I scream, his hips slapping my ass where they meet, and his hands pulling me by the hips to meet his frantic thrusts. I take myself in hand and jack myself off harder and faster than ever before because I’m so painfully hard that I don’t know what to do with myself. Soon, I can feel the coil tightening inside of me. “I-I’m going to-” is all I get out before I come the hardest I ever have, and he’s still fucking me as hard as ever.

Draco pulls me up so my back is against his chest and he takes my now soft cock in hand, moving his hand in time with his thrusts until I’m amazingly hard again, and he himself is grunting. But his orgasm comes with dirty talk.

“I’m so glad I got to fuck you open. I want to split you down the middle with my cock, and never stop fucking you. I got you hard again so I could suck you, feel all 7 inches of you, Harry. Fuck… Fuck!” He screams, riding out his orgasm inside me. The second he stops coming, he pulls out, moves down and gives me the most aggressive blowjob ever, which ends with my come all over his face.

“Scared, Potter?” He asks me, panting.

I give him a wry grin.

“You wish.”


“And so, in response to this new aggression, we are launching a new effort…”

anonymous asked:

Hey! Love your writing! Could you do one where bughead is in a huge fight about something? Like maybe one of them is jealous of smth and the other one is oblivious? So they ignore each other or break up, and the gang comes up with a plan to get them back together?

Thankyou so much! You got it!

“Stop! Okay just stop it doesn’t matter!” Betty shouted through her tears.

“Exactly! It doesn’t matter, so why are you making a big deal out of this?!” Jughead was frustrated and it was obvious, he never got like this, yelling and throwing his hands in the air.

He only vaguely realized she was crying, he couldn’t see past his own anger.

“You know what? Forget it, if you want her, you can have her. I’m done, then she can flirt with you everyday.” Betty said before looking at him and waiting, shoulders shaking and hands balled up.

“What? What are you talking about? All of this drama because of some girl, talking to me.”

He was almost certain he could see her heart break In her eyes.

“You agreed to take her out jughead. You said you would take her to the book festival. I’m your girlfriend jughead not her!” Betty was yelling now her voice shaky.

He was so confused, he had thought he was being nice to Betty’s friend, she had been hanging around them all week, and when she mentioned she had no one to go to the festival with he had thrown it out there that he was going and she could tag along.

So why was his girlfriend staring at him like he had just punched her in the face.

“I didn’t know you wanted to go! You didn’t say anything, it’s not like I asked her on a date! Come on Betty, you’re being crazy”

She fell back, wincing as if she’d been slapped


“Betty no… I didn’t mean that. You know I…”

Cutting him off she shook her head

“ I know exactly what you meant jughead, don’t call me, don’t talk to me, just leave me alone” she choked out swinging around, her ponytail whipping sharply.

He just watched her walk away.


The next week went by almost in slow motion, Jughead was depressed, constantly staring at Betty, moping and returning to his miserable self.

Betty was hurt, crying on Veronica shoulder every night and doing anything to avoid jughead,

That’s what brought Kevin, Archie, Veronica and Cheryl to the study hall room huddled in the corner.

“Do we all agree on this plan?” Veronica asked

“Anything to get jughead back in pops and out of his damn treehouse” Archie agreed.

“I’m more worried about the frown lines Betty is gonna get” Kevin nodded

“I’m always down for deception” Cheryl smirked

Last period came by in a flash as the gang had agreed to meet in the blue and gold office.

Jughead had tried to say no but Archie and Kevin were having none of that

“ you’re coming and you’re gonna have fun with you’re friends, don’t try to argue you won’t win,”

Things had gone very similar with Betty

Cheryl had to actually threaten bodily harm before she agreed.

Walking into the office jughead looked at the clock, why was he the only one here, he was never early?

Suddenly the door opened and he turned, coming face to face with the love of his life.

Betty’s eyes widened and she turned to walk out the door before the four faces of their friends were standing in the window of the door, locking it and mouthing


Once they disappeared Betty turned to jughead
Her cheeks bright pink

He watched as her fingers went to dig into her palms, she did this when she was nervous.

He was across the room in a second flat grabbing her hands In his, prying her fingers straight.

“I’m sorry, I’m an idiot, I don’t think, I didn’t even realize what I was doing, I should have seen she was being in appropriate, I never want to hurt you. I don’t want anyone but you, I don’t even notice anyone but you, that’s why I didn’t even realize she was flirting.” He rambled holding her close to him.

He hadn’t even realized, how much he had missed having her close to him.
She sunk into him wrapping her arms around his waist.

“It’s my fault.. I overreacted.. you were just being nice, it’s my stupid insecurities.. I just get so scared, you’re gonna find someone with less issues and I want you to have that ya know? I know I’m a lot to handle.”

He put his lips to hers instantly stopping her from going on, with that ridiculous thought process.

“I love you, I’m not going anywhere. I’m perfectly happy being right here with you. That is if you’ll put up with me being an idiot”

She giggled cuddling into his side,

“You’re my idiot.”

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[[request prompt(s): Can I request a Drabble? I’d love if you wrote one for Peter in which he helps the reader through her insecurities because she doesn’t think she’s pretty due to scars from something like acne or something like that. + hey!!! congrats on 1000 followers! I was wondering if you can do a drabble with Peter Parker? like the reader has acne marks and sometimes she gets self-conscious about it, and when peter notices this, he just starts kissing her all over her face or some fluff like that??]]

I really wanted to do this prompt(s) and finally had the time to write it ♡

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Four Seasons

Genre: Fluff/Slight Angst

Characters: Shapeshifter!Taehyung x College Student!Reader

Word Count: 3,879

A/N: This is a bit different from what I usually write, in terms of story and perspective. This is the first time I’ve written something in first person >.< I feel nervous posting this, hope you guys enjoy it!

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             My stomach churned in disgust at the sight before me, there was a pair of boys no older than seventeen surrounding a medium sized dog. The poor thing cowered in fear as the two threw what seemed to be small rocks at him. The closer I got the louder the dog’s whines got as well as their laughter, I couldn’t fathom how someone could obtain joy from causing misery to such an innocent creature.

             “What the hell do you brats think you’re doing?” I screeched storming over to the boys. “Leave him alone.”

             “Who?” asked the taller one between the two. “Him?” the boy sneered pointing at the dog and before I could respond he had kicked him. Its pained cry was more than enough to elicit a response from me. I found myself shoving the boy hard enough to make him fall and that’s when his friend came rushing towards me, quickly I pulled the detachable pepper spray off my lanyard and sprayed it in the second boy’s eyes. He groaned in pain while desperately trying to rub the irritating substance out. From the corner of my eye I spotted someone move, when I had turned around I realized it was the guy I had pushed down earlier, I flinched as he lifted his fist and prepared myself for the impact, but it never came. My eyes snapped open at the sound of a howl, except this time it wasn’t coming from the dog. The boy who had been charging towards me was on the ground clutching his leg, droplets of blood trickled down his khaki pants and the dog they had previously been picking on was hovering above him growling.

             “You stupid piece of shi–“

             “Leave now, both of you or I’ll call the cops.” I threatened taking out my phone.

             “You wouldn’t dare!” muttered his pepper sprayed companion.

             “I can and I will.” It wasn’t until they saw me typing in the number that the two scrambled off as fast as they could in their current physical state, but not without cursing me under their breath.

             Immediately my attention was brought back to the dog, I crouched down to his level and he took a step back. The courageous dog that had saved me a few minutes ago had reverted back to the frightened creature I had first encountered. He didn’t have a collar and judging from his body he hadn’t eaten in days, his yellow fur was covered in dirt, but what made my heart drop were the cuts adorning his fragile frame. Gingerly I extended my hand out for him to sniff, which seemed to have startled him because he flinched in response. I couldn’t hold my tears back anymore and one by one they spilled, I couldn’t understand how people could ever lay their hands on such sweet and loving animals.

             “Don’t worry, I would never hurt you. It’s okay baby, everything is okay now.” I cooed trying to calm him down. “I’m here now…” Timidly he stepped forward and sniffed my palm, next thing I knew the Labrador had placed his head under my hand. A tiny smile tugged on my trembling lips at the small, but heartwarming gesture. “Let’s go home, okay?” I murmured softly while gently stroking his head.


             He didn’t take as much time to adjust as I thought he would because in the course of four weeks the faint-hearted Labrador I’d taken in had transformed into the most outgoing and loving dog I had ever come to meet. I could only imagine how hard it must have been for him at first, he would spend most of his days curled up in the corner of my living room and would only get up and approach me when he needed to use the bathroom. Getting him to eat was quite the challenge as well, no matter what brand of food I bought him he wouldn’t give it so much as a second glance. It wasn’t until one day that I sat down across from him with my own dinner that he started to dig in, he could care less about what kind of food I fed him as long as I kept him company while he ate it.

             “You’ve healed up quite well V!” I beamed scratching behind his right ear, which was currently his favorite spot. “Today after my last class I stopped by the pet store and got you a little something.” I stood up from the couch and headed towards my backpack, I reached in for the item then discretely I placed it behind my back and walked back to the couch where he was seated. “Ta-da!” I revealed to him a black collar with a stainless steel tag that had his name, our address, and my number engraved on it. His tail waged in excitement and he let out an approving bark letting me know he loved it.


             “What’s that V?” I inquired as I grabbed the yellow lab’s face. “Looks like you have some dirt on your nose, silly dog.” I tenderly rubbed my thumb over the brown spot on his pink nose, but it didn’t come off. I scrunched my face in confusion and I squinted my eyes at the small dot. “Oh, that’s not dirt, looks like that’s a mole! How cute!” I squealed and placed a soft kiss on the brown speck. In return V jumped on my lap and licked my face, with that alone he had made my whole week– no, month.



             Something V seemed to love was walks, he couldn’t wait to go on them. Every single day at 5:00PM on the dot he would approach me with his leash in his mouth and a wagging tail letting me know it was time. Walks with V were always interesting because of him I’d explored parts of my neighborhood I didn’t know existed, sometimes I wondered if he was the one walking me.

             I noticed that out of all the places we’d been to V’s favorite and most frequented was the park. He loved interacting with people, especially the children. As soon as we’d arrive the kids would flock to him bombarding me with the same question ‘Can I please pet him?’ and as always I’d say yes. I would watch as he’d happily bask in the attention of the children, sometimes he would even play with them. Kids, parents, teens, the elderly, everyone loved V, including myself.


             Going home was usually the most exciting part of my day because that meant I got to see V. He would always be sitting by the door waiting for me and as soon as I turned the knob he would enthusiastically bark, then once I’d step foot inside our shared apartment he would jump on me and shower me with kisses. V had the ability to turn a bad day into a good one and good day into a day great one. Although I had told people that I had rescued him four months ago as the days went by I started to believe that perhaps he was the one who had rescued me. Now that I had him I couldn’t imagine my life without him, to me, he was much more than just a pet.


             There were some weekends where I just didn’t want to get out of bed. It’s not that I was tired or anything like that, I was fed up. I’d lay there wrapped up in the ivory sheets staring at nothing in particular while letting my thoughts and own emotions devour me. The more I’d think about my problems the bigger they seemed to get, which would at times trigger my anxiety. Sometimes I felt like I was suffocating, everything seemed so difficult, but on days like those I could always count on V to snap me out of it.

             He would curl up next to me and place his head on my abdomen, which would usually soothe me. After a bit he’d get up and nudge me until I would get out of bed and do something with my day. On days like those I was constantly reminded how lucky I was to have V by my side.



             V and I had a routine, every Thursday night after dinner we could curl up on the couch and unwind by watching movies or binge watching K-dramas. He seemed to enjoy it just as much as I did, which made me it all the more fun. Although I did enjoy going out with friends, I had reserved Thursday nights for V and I because sometimes human companionship was nothing compared to that of a dog’s.


             For some reason all of my professors had decided to give me an exam in the same week, I had four tests over the course of four days. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, sometimes I wondered if they did this on purpose. Every night I found myself going to sleep at a later time and I detested it. It was either sleep or good grades, there was no in-between.
             I glanced down at the stack of notes below me, at this point I wasn’t sure what I was reading. I had been stuck on the same sentence for the past ten minutes, I wasn’t taking anything in. My drowsy eyes shifted over towards the clock on my dresser, which marked 1:43AM, usually by this time I would be sound asleep with V. With a sigh I went back to my notes, I had to focus.

             High pitched whines brought my attention to the full-sized bed, on it was V looking at me with those big brown eyes and the saddest facial expression I had ever seen. He would always do this when I’d stay up past midnight, the poor thing couldn’t sleep without me and vice versa.
             “Five more minutes buddy…” I mumbled for the umpteenth time that night.


             I turned the knob of the door and as always I was met with an excited V, except for the first time ever I walked right past him. I dragged my feet across the laminate wood flooring and plopped myself down on the couch with my both knees against my chest and the yellow Labrador followed soon after.

             “He- He… Broke up wit- with me.” I didn’t even know I had been crying until I’d opened my mouth to speak and was met with the salty taste of tears. All the pent up emotions from earlier where finally coming out. I placed a hand over my mouth in an attempt to quiet my sobs, but it was futile. I could feel my whole body tremble as I wrapped my arms around my legs bringing them closer to me and I stayed like that for what felt like the longest.

             I jolted up the moment I felt a cold wet nose press against me. I gazed over at the yellow Labrador out of curiosity wondering what it was he wanted, what he did next shocked me. V was licking up my tears just as fast as they were coming out, I couldn’t help but let out a strangled chuckle. Was this his attempt at wiping them away?

I circled my arms around his neck and brought him in for a heartfelt hug and croaked into his fur. “I love you so much V.” he barked back in response, if only I knew what he was trying to say.



             With finals out of the way I would have the rest of the month to do as I pleased and that meant spending more time with friends, family, and most of all V or so I thought. The stress from finals seemed to have taken a toll on my immune system because I was currently lying in bed under two thick blankets while wearing an oversized hoodie with what I considered one of the worst colds I’d ever caught.

            My head was pounding and my whole body was aching. My nightstand was covered in tissues and cough drop wrappers. I had gotten to a point where I could only breathe through my mouth because my nose was so congested. When I turned on my side I was met with none other than V, throughout these last couple of days he had not left my side once. The sweet yellow Labrador would follow me everywhere, even the bathroom. As I gazed at the dog laying besides me my heart swelled with delight knowing that in his own way he was taking care of me.


             I carefully opened the front door trying not to make any noise seeing how it was 2:05AM. It wasn’t unusual for me to come home at obscure hours whenever I hung out with my friends. As always when this would happen V was laying on the couch waiting for me. The first couple times he had done this I thought it had been a coincidence, but as time went on he continued. Instead of coming home and finding my dog sleeping soundly on our shared bed he would be laying or sitting on the couch cautiously watching the front door hoping for me to return safely.


             Growing up I had always wanted a dog, but my dad didn’t like them so I was never able to own one. Since V was my first dog ever it was of no surprise to everyone how much I’d spoil him. From toys to food I would only give my baby V the best, because he was the best thing to ever happen to me. I strived my best to make him happy and I think he did the same with me.


             Today marked the one year anniversary since V and I met, which is why I decided to throw a small party with just him and I. I had no idea when his birthday was so I decided we’d just celebrate it today. I decorated the house with streamers and balloons, if someone were to walk in they’d probably be flabbergasted to find out I had done all of this for a dog, but he wasn’t just any dog he was V, my V.
             I set the homemade doggie birthday cake down in the center of my wooden coffee table and looked over to my yellow Labrador who was currently seated on the other side across from me. I couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked in his colorful birthday hat, I adjusted my own before reaching into my pocket and grabbing my phone in order to snap a photo.

             Before I was able to take the photo I realized something was off. “Oh, silly me… I forgot the candle, stay still V, I’ll be right back!”

             I rummaged through the kitchen drawer for the box of candles I had picked up the other day at the supermarket, they had to be here somewhere. A loud sudden noise coming from the living room captured my attention, immediate I rushed in to see what it was. I screamed in horror at the sight I was met with, in my living room there was a fully grown naked male in nothing but a birthday hat. He was tall and had sun kissed skin, disheveled light blonde hair, and the prettiest pair of dark brown eyes I had ever seen. My eyes shifted away from him and everywhere else, there was absolutely no sign of my dog.

             “W- Who are you and what have you done to my dog? Where is V and why are you wearing his hat?” there was an obvious waver to my voice, I’m surprised I was able to get the words out my mouth.

             The man tilted his head in confusion as he spoke. “What do you mean Y/N? It’s me V, but I would prefer if you called me by my real name, Kim Taehyung.” His voice was deep and powerful, which was not something I was expecting from a flower boy like himself.

             “V? You’re not V, you’re crazy that’s what you are! How did you get in here and where the hell are your clothes? Give me my dog back… or… or I’ll call the police!”

             “No, no, no! Please don’t call the police Y/N, it’s-“
             “How do you know my name? Are you some kind of stalker? Oh god, that’s it, isn’t it? Please don’t tell me you’re holding my dog hostage.” I blurted out in a panic.

             The man crossed his arms and shook his head at me. “Jesus, Y/N we need to cut back on the K-dramas, don’t we?”

             “How do you know I- Forget it, where’s my baby V?”

             “I already told you, I’m right here.” The handsome stranger murmured jutting his bottom lip out. “Why don’t you listen?” he whined almost in a childlike manner.

             “I am listening, but you’re speaking nothing but nonsense! You expect me to believe you’re V, my precious yellow Labrador? You, a fully grown man? Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?” I groused running my hand through my long locks in a frustrated manner.

             “Well, when you put it that way it does sound a bit silly… But you’ve got to believe me!” he begged.
             “And why’s that?”

             “Because I’m telling the truth! Y/N I swear I would never lie to you!” Is it crazy that part of me wanted to believe him?  

             “You’re insane…and I’m insane for putting up with you for this long… Where’s my phone?” I mumbled patting my pockets for the device, but ‘Taehyung’ didn’t seem too keen on the idea of me dailing 911 because he stepped forward with wide eyes. While he took a step forward I took one back until I was pressed against the wall. My hands trembled in fear as he got closer and in an attempt to get him to stop I let out a high pitched shriek and extended my arms out. “Don’t! Do- don’t you dare ge- get any closer.” Thankfully he came to a halt three feet from me and I let out a sigh of relief.

             “Y/N I’m telling the truth, you’ve gotta believe me!” The blonde pleaded looking straight into my eyes. Those eyes, I felt a sense of déjà vu when looking into his dark brown irises. Maybe it was him, maybe he was V- No, what am I thinking?

             “Prove it to me… Prove to me that you’re V.” What the hell am I saying?

             “How? Oh, I know!” I watched intensely as he tilted his head upwards and pointed at his nose. “Look, it’s my mole!” He’s right, that’s the same mole V had on his nose and on the exact same spot too.

             “Th- That doesn’t prove an- anything! It’s nothing more than a coincidence!” I countered in denial.

             “But it’s not just a coincidence…” he responded dejectedly. “Oh, I know! How about I tell you things only V would know.”

             “Like what?”

             “Like how you sing to Bruno Mars in the shower.”

             I scoffed at his reply. “I’m sure a lot of people do that… He’s quite popular.” I reasoned.

             “Last week you ate a dumpling that fell on the kitchen floor.”

             My face heated up in embarrassment at the familiar memory. “In my defense that floor was clean.”
             “Also about a month ago when you were walking me in the park you were too busy checking out that pretty boy and so you tripped over your own two feet and fell.”

             I had not told anyone any of this ever, especially not what happened at the park. “V?” I gasped.

             “I already told you, it’s Taehyung.” He grumbled clucking his tongue. “But yes, it’s me!” he beamed shooting me the cutest rectangular smile I’d ever seen.

             Then I remembered “V- I mean Taehyung, why are you naked?” I squeaked tearing my eyes away from him.

             “What’s the big deal? I’ve seen you naked plenty of times.” Taehyung argued, he wasn’t wrong. Sometimes V would sit next to the tub while I took a nice hot and relaxing bath or he’d happen to be in the room whenever I was changing, I didn’t overthink it, after all he was just a dog. But that was then and this is now.

             “I- I don’t ca- care! Wait here.” I ordered as I ran off to my bedroom to look for something that would fit him. Luckily I was able to find a spare pair of underwear, joggers, and a T-shirt one of my guy friends had forgotten when we went swimming in my apartment’s pool in the summer. “Here you go, use the bathroom to change.” I told him looking off to the side in order to avoid looking at his nude form. Not long after Taehyung had returned fully dressed and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off of him, how could someone look so good in something so simple? “So…”


             “What the hell is going on?” I asked hoping to get answers.

             “I know this might be hard to believe, but I’m a shapeshifter. One week before we met a year ago I was messing around with my powers and I transformed into a dog because I wanted to know what it was like for a day. Unfortunately I lost control, I don’t know what happened, but I wasn’t able to return to my original form…” his tone was laced with both sadness and fear, it was difficult not to sympathize.

             “You’re a shapeshifter? Kind of like… in the books and movies?” I gawked in disbelief, I’d always thought that they were a myth like goblins and mermaids and that they resided in folklores.

             “Yes, I guess you could say that. By the way you’re taking this a lot better than I expected.” He commented with a grin.

             “Yeah… I guess so… I mean anything is possible, you know?” That and he had already proven to me that he was telling the truth. Nonetheless, I was still trying to process everything.

            “Honestly, if I hadn’t met you I don’t know what would’ve been of me… I could’ve died for all I know.”

            His words alone were enough to have a chill run down my spine, the thought of anything bad happening to him made me feel uneasy. “Don’t say that Taehyung…”

            “It’s true!” The male chirped clasping my small hands in his large ones. “Thanks to you I’ve been able to live a good life this past year and thanks to you I was able to revert back to my human form.”

            “What do you mean?” In what way could I have possibly helped?

            “For months now there’s something I’ve been dying to tell you and I truly believe that’s what drove me to break out of my previous form. It’s because of that overwhelming desire that I was able to gain control over myself in order to tell you that…that…” his tanned cheeks flushed bright red the more he stuttered and my curiosity heightened at what he wanted to say.

            “Yes, Taehyung?”

            “I love you too, Y/N.”

Hide and Seek

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine… ten!

“Ready or not, here I come!”

Hide and Seek has always been my favorite game. I love playing it with my mommy, sometimes she seeks, but it’s best when she hides. She sometimes hides in the most fun areas, like under the kitchen sink or behind the couch. When I’d jump out and shout ‘I found you!’ she’d laugh and gather me into her arms, blowing raspberries onto my tummy and making me laugh so much I couldn’t breathe.

Lately though, it’s been getting hard to find her.

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Uber Driver~Calum Hood

* @technicolorbeat told me that I could write this imagine as it was her idea she just wasn’t sure how to write it down*

You stood out on the corner crying waiting for your Uber. You boyfriend, of nearly two years broke up with you after saying he was leaving you for another women. As soon as the Uber pulled up you wiped your tears and go into the car giving him the address to your apartment. 

“Are you okay?” He questioned as he started to drive. 

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You sniffled. “My boyfriend just broke up with me.” You mumbled. 

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Event: negans-dirty-girl 4k Challenge

Title: Towards the Start

Character: Negan

TV: The Walking Dead

Warnings: None

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

“You’re sleeping with him, aren’t you?”

Kneeling behind a rusted old van, I carefully unzipped the pouch to my backpack to get to get to the roman candles and other various fireworks that I had.

Negan and Simon were with me, quietly watching me as I set everything up.

The Walkers were stationary for the moment, the darkness working to our advantage.

“Eyes on the dead boys,” I whispered, taking out a box of matches.

“You know how difficult it is to look away,” Simon said, smirking.

I rolled my eyes, taking a roman candle and popping Simon upside the head, “Zip it!”

Negan stayed quiet, looking quite annoyed at our interaction, “Can we get this shit going?”

I sighed knowing this would happen. A few years back, Simon and I had a fling. It was just a one time deal, but he always seemed to try and goad me into reminiscing.

I just didn’t think if Simon that way anymore. Negan on the other hand, well, he was who I had my eye on.

Negan saved me at the hospital when all hell broke loose. Him and I had been traveling together ever since the beginning and it was safe to say that we were falling for each other… just way too stubborn to do anything about it.

It was all about survival now.

“Here we go,” I said, taking a deep breath as I lit cherry bombs, one right after another.

My arm hurt from throwing them so far, but it distracted the dead enough that we could literally slip on by.

“Go!” Simon said, leading the way to the pharmacy.

Negan took my hand, pulling me along with him.

Simon moved quickly, getting the door open and holding it for us to run in. A few of the dead heard the door shut and began banging on the glass to reach us.

Taking a crutch, I shoved it into the handles to keep the doors closed.

“Split up,” Negan said, propping his trusty bat Lucille on his shoulder.

Coming over to me, he grabbed my chin, “Be careful, you hear me?”

I nodded, letting Negan get a few steps ahead of me before softly calling out.

He turned, raising a brow.

I walked up to him, kind of uncomfortable with the situation, “Are we okay?”

“We’re fuckin’ fine, Y/N. Nothin’s happened to us, yet,”

I stepped closer to Negan, shaking my head, “I meant you and me,”

Negan looked over at Simon, then back to me, his gaze softening. Reaching out, he stroked my chin with his thumb, “We’re good, baby.”

I blushed at his term of endearment, but I still felt like I needed to explain, “It was a long time ago, I swear,”

Negan placed his thumb over my lips to silence me, “I get it. I’m just… fuckin’ jealous, alright?”

I looked at him incredulously, “There’s no ne-”

Negan kissed me softly, “We’ll talk about this later… okay?”

“Okay,” I replied on a breath.

He smirked, turning around and spinning Lucille in a circle as he searched his aisle.

Giving myself a mental shake, I went about finding some much needed supplies.

I found the baby aisle, thankful to see about 4 decent sized diaper bags. There were perfect for filling with different toiletries and what not.

Down the shampoo and travel aisles, I filled one bag with plenty of shampoo and body wash.

“You’re sleeping with him, aren’t you?” Simon asked, appearing out of thin air.

“Jesus Christ on a pogo stick!” I shouted, jumping.

The bottles in my hands fell to the ground busting open.

I clicked my tongue and turned, hauling off and punching Simon on the pec.

“Ow!” he hissed, rubbing the spot.

I saw Negan’s head over the top of the shelves coming our way.

“That is none of your fucking business Simon!”

The smile grew on his lips to the point that it looked painful, “Ohh, you are!”

“She’s what, Simon?”

Simon shook his head, resting his rifle on his shoulder, “Nothin’ Negan. Just givin’ Y/N a hard time,”

I rolled my eyes, moving around Negan, “You dumbasses and your innuendos,”

The sound of glass cracking made the joking stop as we saw the windows that lined the store covered with Walkers start to give way.

“Up to the roof, now!” Negan said, pulling on my arm.

I ran backwards, holding onto Negan’s wrist. Both he and Simon jumped over the counter, helping me over just as the windows shattered from the force of the dead weight.

The dead scrambled over one another, albeit slowly, while others just trampled over the fallen ones.

They ambled down the aisles, reaching out, wanting to devour us.

Negan and Simon pulled the metal barricade down, officially locking them out.

Turning, I gaped at the mother load that we’d found.

Just about damn near any and all medicine that we could ever use was well stocked in the back of the pharmacy.

“What do we need the most, Y/N?” Negan asked, panting.

“Antibiotics, pain killers and anything that you may find useful,” I told them, giving them a diaper bag.

We got to work, jam packing the bags until they were difficult to zip.

I threw my backpack over my shoulders and hauled the diaper bag, “Let get a move on before anyone or anything else decides to show up,”

Pulling down the ladder, Simon went first. He carefully lifted the rusty, hinged hatch and looked around before climbing all the way up.

He poked his head back in, “All clear!”

Negan threw the first bag up to him, repeating this 3 more times until we were the last ones that needed to go up.

Negan had began to climb the ladder, the old wood creaking under his weight.

Just as he got to the top and leaned back in, two Walkers came from the very back room.

“Oh shit,” I whispered.

“Shit! Goddamnit! Come on, baby!” Negan yelled.

Quickly I climbed the steps, only for the wood to snap into two as I got near the top.

I screamed, wrapping my arms around a step as my legs flailed.

I could feel the Walkers grabbing at my ankles.

“Negan!” I cried out.

Sticking his torso in, his face red and eyes wide with terror, Negan reached for me, holding out his hand.

“C'mon Darlin’! Grab my hand!”

“I can’t,” I cried.

I felt like this was going to be it.

“Y/N!” he shouted, snapping at me.

I sniffled, keeping my legs going.

“Take my fuckin’ hand woman!” he voice was deep and demanding.

I focused in on Negan, swinging my legs one more time while I reached out for him.

It hurt as he squeezed when he pulled me upward, but it was a pain I was more than willing to forgive.

Just as he about had me, one of the Walkers yanked on my foot.

“Honey… Goddamnit!”

Negan pulled even harder until I was finally lifted out of the opening.

I landed in a heap next to Negan, breathing heavily as my heart pounded in my chest.

That’s when I saw Simon panting as well. He’d had a hold of Negan so he wouldn’t fall through.

Carefully getting up, I winced as I put pressure on the foot that the Walker had yanked on.

I sniffled, feeling like I was about to suffocate as my heart sped up even more.

Slowly, I limped away over to where the a/c unit was at.

“Y/N,” It was Simon.

“Just,” I gulped, swallowing the bile that I felt rising, “leave me alone!”

I turned the corner of the industrial sized unit and threw up what little I had in my stomach.

Wiping my mouth, I went back the way I came and slid down the wall, crying.

The gravel crunched under the footsteps of the familiar stride that I’d come accustomed to.

Negan’s boots appeared in my peripheral, the base of Lucille being shoved into the gravel.

“Baby,” he whispered, not touching me.

“I thought that was it,” I cried.

“Y/N, stop it,” he used more force with his tone, but still kept it soft.

I took a deep breath and blew out the air, puffing up my cheeks.

“Again,” he said.

I listened to his breathing, slowing down my own.

“I’m sorry,” I said, wiping my cheeks.

“You’re forgiven, Y/N. Now, let me take a look at that ankle,”

I pulled up my pants leg, watching as Negan took out a small flashlight.

He hissed softly, lifting my leg to look all the way around.

“No broken skin, but it’ll be tender,”

I let out a sigh of relief, feeling happy tears burn my eyes.

Negan cupped my cheeks, dipping his head to get me to look at him.

“Stop cryin’ baby. I will shut that shit down… no exceptions,”

I laughed softly, hugging him to me.

He lifted me as he kept his arms tightly around me, “Let’s get this back to the Sanctuary,”

After using a few more fireworks to distract the dead, we were able to escape and make it back to our home and people safely.


Insomnia - Part 1

Description: Camila can’t sleep. One name keeps her awake every night for months. It even did before she left Fifth Harmony. But, if before this name was a nice distraction to her insomnia, now it’s drowning her soul in a nice bath at 12 am. The young woman knows there’s only one way to soothe her pain. So she takes her phone and dials a number she learned by heart: Lauren’s.

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Little Secrets || Jeon Jungkook

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: Fluff + Angst

You ducked your head down as you made your way through the halls. Nobody bothered you as you continued to push your way through the crowd of people. Nobody seemed to notice you anyways.

It was always like this. You were invisible at this school. You didn’t have a lot of friends, you didn’t sit with anyone at lunch, and you spent most of your time hanging out in classrooms with teachers.

It wasn’t your fault though that you cared more about your future and where you were going to end up instead of having friends, or having a boyfriend.

That last part was lie. There was one specific boy who managed to stay on your mind 24/7. No matter what you did, he was always there. His stupid, charming smile. His eyes, the way they light up when he looks at you. And you know that you’re the only one who makes him like that because you’ve seen it.

You walked up to your locker and put in the combination. It unlocked with a click and you pulled it open, only to see a folded piece of paper sitting at the bottom. The smile graced your face before you could hold it back and you pulled out the paper to read what was written on it.

Tonight. You and me. Movies. Your place. - KOOKIE

You chuckled at the sloppy handwriting in front of you before folding it back up and shoving it into your pocket. Jungkook always left notes like this in your locker. Dates and times, plans made ahead of time so you didn’t have to worry about it later.

It disappointed you that Jungkook couldn’t come and hang out with you at school. But you understood he had a reputation to uphold, and you didn’t want to ruin that for him. You wished that you could do couple things, like holding hands, or kissing, you wanted people to know that you were his.

But he was so obsessed with making sure that he stayed at the top of the chain. He didn’t want anyone to know that you were dating because he feared that you would get crap from the other girls. Jungkook was part of the most popular group and that meant a lot of people fawned over him.

His excuse was to protect you. And you were finding it harder to believe that.

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From: Bitty     To: Jack


Jack: I love you, Bittle. You complete me. My heart isn’t caged by you, you make it feel more free than ever.

Bitty: Aw, you’re the best darned boyfriend a boy could ask for, Jack. I love you too, honey.

Dex: [jumping out from behind a corner] That’s two pet names, two “I love you”s, a full minute of mushygushy loveydovey nonsense, an actual romantic Valentine, crying, almost making out, and with that, ladies and gentleman, I’m getting my new dryer! Pay up, Zimmermann and Bittle!

Lardo: Leave Bitty and Jack alone, you gremlin! It’s fucking Valentine’s Day!

anonymous asked:

What would the batfam do if they found trans Dami curled up in some cold corner, with some lovely dysphoric thought swirling round in his head. (BC we've all been there)

  • Bruce would walk in and see Dami all upset and not okay and since Bruce isn’t good with emotions he would leave the room and get Dick and Cass. He would tell the rest of the kids to leave him alone for the rest of the day
  • Dick would literally bolt down the hall to Dami’s room and scoop him up squeeze him. Through choked breathes because he was crying he would go “Grayson, I can’t breathe put me down” and Dick is just going “shhhhhhhh”
  • Cass would come in next (because she put a blanket in the dryer before coming up to make it all warm) and she tells Dick to put Damian down because he’s squeezing him so tight he can’t breath which makes Dick do one final squeeze and then sets him on the bed
  • She would ask Dami what has him down and stuff. He goes nothing at first but Cass just gives him a look and he breaks down saying how he wishes this wasnt his skin and how he isn’t a real boy and stuff of that nature. Dick starts crying and says he wishes he could fight the thoughts because he doesn’t want Damian to ever feel this way. 
  • Cass rubs circles into his back and says, “I don’t know what that is like and I am so sorry it’s that awful for you but listen to me. You are a real boy. You have a boy body and boy parts. Your body is a boy body because you are boy. How can we help?”
  • Damian quietly asks for Netflix so Dick picks him up and carries him downstairs while Cass gets the warm blanket. She wraps him up in it and sits opposite side of Dick so Damian is in the middle and has someone on each side
  • They put on some silly comedy (probably Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt or Friends or something mindless) and Damian ends up falling asleep on Dick’s shoulder
  • They all end up following asleep on the couch like that and Alfred takes a picture because for once they look peaceful and then gets a blanket for Dick and Cass. 
The Good Side Pt. 2

The good side PT 2 

 We teleported into Pans tent, and I immediately started ranting. 

“Who the hell do they think they are” I steamed “Walking in here, after everything and then asking for MY help? Are you kidding me?!” I was pacing back and forward, Peter watching me intently. “Especially Regina, telling me to join the good side. She was the EVIL queen for christs sake! And-” 

 “Babe” Peter said, his hands suddenly around my waist to stop my pacing. “Don’t worry about it, we’ll take care of it” I looked up into his green eyes and smiled. “Let’s play” 


 I walked through the camp, looking for a particular dark haired boy. I walked towards the bonfire and looked around. I finally spotted him sitting on a log near the back, and quickly approached him. 

 “Hey Henry” I said smiling, standing in front of him. 

 “Y/N? What are you doing here?” Henry asked, looking up surprised. 

 “Where do you think i’ve been the last couple months?” I said, making sure to smile, but trying not to over do it. To be honest, back in Storybrook, I didn’t like Henry that much. Everyone was always trying to get him involved, trying to make him something he wasn’t just because he was the saviors kid. He just screwed up most of the time anyway by not sticking to the plan and trying to ‘save everyone’. “

‘I don’t know” He said “We all just kind of thought you were doing you’re own thing or something. Wait so you’re trapped here to?” 

 “Yeah, the shadow brought me here, and i’ve just been laying low ever since” I lied, taking a seat next to Henry. 

“You know, I saw your family on the island, is this an escape plan or something?” 

 “What, my family’s here? Where are they?” Henry asked panicked. 

 “I saw them when I was out hunting, if we hurry we might be able to catch them” I said standing, motioning for him to follow me. As I walked into the forest, I looked behind me and saw Peter smiling at me. I smiled back, before walking into the forest. 

 We had been walking for about half an hour, before finally reaching our destination. A giant tree with bamboo like cages hanging from the branches. 

 “Is this where you saw them? I don’t see anything” Henry said, looking around, before looking at me confused when I started laughing. “What’s so funny?” 

“Sorry, but really? Do you honestly think I would help you? After everything?” I asked, Peter suddenly apearing beside me. 

 “You- you betrayed me?” Henry asked hurt. “No” I said, “To betray you I would have needed to be on your side at some point, this was the plan the entire time”  

“Very nicely done Y/N” Peter said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, before waving his hand and suddenly he was in one of the cages. 

 “Y/N please, don’t do this” Henry yelled as Peter and I walked away. I didn’t turn back.

 Later on Peter, Felix and I were strategizing in his hut, talking about what we should do with the Charmings. 

 “Ok so you need the heart of the truest survivor to continue living, so why not take it now?” Felix asked from a chair in the corner. 

 “What’s the fun in that?” Peter asked grinning, before looking over to me. “Y/N any ideas?” 

 “A wild goose chase might be fun, but then again we’ve already done that and they would be expecting that. We could kick them off the island but knowing them they would find a way back anyway… I’m not really sure what we can do on this one” 

 “Hold on” Pan said suddenly, looking at me smiling “I have a plan” 


 I had ultimately joined forces with the charmings, and we were currently on a boat that would lead us back to Storybrooke. I lead them back to Henry and I had helped them set him free, and Henry forgave me. I told him if I didn’t help pan, he would kill me, but I decided the risk was worth it. I looked upon the ocean, observing the different hues of blue. Hook was steering the ship with Emma by his side, Regina was talking to snow and Charming and Rumple was off doing…. God knows what. Once again I was excluded. It felt different this time though. This time.. I missed Peter, but if the plan worked, we would be together soon. 

 I was ripped from my thoughts as I heard commotion coming from below deck where Henry was resting. I panicked and ran down just in time to see Peter being sucked into Pandora’s box. 

 “No!” I screamed, running to Peter but it was too late, he was already gone. I sat on the floor, dumbfounded. He just disappeared out of thin air. After everything, after making me feel welcomed for the first time in a long time. After feeling like part of the group. After falling in love with him. He was just gone. I couldn’t stop it. I sat on the floor and sobbed. I saw Henry look sympathetically at me from the corner of my eye as Regina took him upstairs, but it just made me cry harder. This was his fault. Snow put her hand on my shoulder, trying to be comforting, but I smacked it off, glaring at her. The rest of the group decided to leave me alone. I sat on the floor for who knows how long, until I eventually fell asleep. I awoke with someone shaking my shoulder. I groggily opened my eyes to see the last person I wanted to see. 


 “Don’t fucking touch me” I seethed smacking his hand off my shoulder, sitting up quickly to get some height on him. I was older than Henry by a couple years, but I was still only slightly taller than him. 

 “Y/N listen-” Henry started. “No! No this is your fault. This is all your fault! I’ll-” I stated before Henry grabbed my shoulders, making me look at him in the eyes. 

“Y/N, what do I always say?” Henry asked, making me confused, which he obviously saw on my face, before smirking darkly.

 “Peter Pan never fails”

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pick pocket | tommy shelby

reader attempts to pick pocket tommy 

send requests here and prompts here

Originally posted by peakypeaky

‘How stupid can someone be.’ You thought as you followed Tommy Shelby through the busy streets. You had no idea where he was going, all you was bothered about was the watch that was hanging out of his clothes. If you could get close enough, then it would be easy to take.  

Tommy stopped, talking to an oldish man, before turning around. His eyes met yours and for a few seconds he watched you, he turned his gaze away, dismissing you. You breathed a sigh of reliefbefore walking ahead. You had a plan in your head, it had been successful in the past but there was something about today that told you it was going to go badly.  

You slowly walked past Tommy, looking him up and down before turning away. You couldn’t help but stare at him, he was definitely the most handsome fella in Small Heath but he was also the most dangerous. Secretly, you wanted Tommy to catch you. Just so you could talk to him, but there was also the risk that he wouldn’t just ‘talk’ to you.  

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jessieb4893  asked:

Can I have a YeoOne imagine where we're friends (and I'm also friends with the rest of Pentagon) he treats me like a little sister but then I go away for university for 3/4years and then come back completely different and then he starts developing feelings for me but doesn't know how to confess so he asks the boys what he should do and comes up with a plan to confess to me and I accept. Could you make it angsty? My name is Jess. Thank youuuu 😘😘❤️❤️

People change

Why did you have to make it angsty? Now I’m crying xD Also, I’m trying to keep my writing as neutral as possible, just so you know ^-^



Genre: 70% angst 30%fluff

Word count: 1 892

Summary: Experiences change people, sometimes for the worse, sometimes for the better….

“The flight to London, England is boarding now, please make your way to gate five.” I turned around to my four friends who had had the possibility to see me off. Hongseok had been very persistent in cancelling his plans in order to make sure I was getting to the airport.

“You better behave over there.” He said before wrapping his arms around me in a hug. I rolled my eyes slightly at his scolding and returned the embrace.

“I’m not that bad, I know how to behave myself mom.” The other three snickered at my teasing and now it was Hongseok’s time to roll his eyes. He then put his hand at the small of my back and gave me a light push in the other boys’ direction. I crashed straight into Hyojong who caught me by the arms swiftly.

“Take them with storm dude. They won’t even know what hit them.” I smiled at his encouragements and embraced his small frame. Then I punched his arm in a joking manner.

“Say bye to Hyuna for me.”

“Of course, captain.” He positioned him in an attention pose with his hand by his head and his back straight making me laugh and move along to the next member.

“You better not stop dancing just because you don’t have me there to push you.” Hyunggu laughed out the words and hugged me, a bit harder than the other two, quickly.

“Of course not, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you, you taught me everything.” He seemed happy with that response as he smiled and let me go.

The last person was someone who literally never stopped smiling, wherever he went he was always in a positive mood and laughing about with everyone. He was the one I would miss the most, well aside from Wooseok, my cousin.

“Wah, when did you grow old enough to go travelling on your own?” Changgu asked as he too hugged me against his warm chest. He then ruffled my hair with a big smile on his face.

“I’m only two years younger than you, you dork.” He laughed at me and inclined that it didn’t matter, I would always be like a smaller sibling he liked to protect.

The last call for the passengers were made and I knew that I had to go. I gave the four boys one last look while waving goodbye, tears of homesickness already made it’s way to my eye, however I turned around quickly in order to not worry them too much. Then I made my way over to the gate and onto the plane.

This was four years ago. Now I was back and more experienced than I’ve ever been. I learned so many new things, English was now like my second language and it would be difficult to adapt back to the extra politeness that was a given here in South Korea. The only one that knows I’m back is Hongseok, it was easier asking him to keep a secret since he was the only one that spoke english so even though the other boys overhear him they still won’t understand what’s going on.

After fetching my bag from the conveyor belt I walked out of the terminal to look for my mom friend. It wasn’t the easiest thing since he and the boys just debuted, finally, and he had to disguise himself a bit in order not to be jumped by fangirls. All of a sudden I felt someone tug at my elbow and who stood there other than one of my best friends. I jumped him with a hug and he almost fell over, however regaining his balance just in time.

“Wow, what happened to you!?” I laughed at him, knowing he meant the change in my appearance. “Where’s the braces? Are those ear piercings? When did you get so much taller?” I patiently waited for him to calm down a bit and stop freaking out.

“I guess London was good to me.” I said as we started walking out of the airport. Him insisting on pulling my suitcase. We got to the car and made our way towards dorm B where most of the boys were gathered at the moment, all the while catching up on everything we both missed out on in each other’s lives.

Soon enough we were parked outside the dorm and thanks to the window being open I could clearly hear that it wasn’t calm at all in there. Poor Jinho, being the oldest of dorm B can’t be the easiest thing in the world, the only one actually actually being of help would probably be Yanan, with Yuto and Wooseok dabbing all the time and just messing around and Changgu probably falling asleep everywhere, not that I expected him to be able to sleep through the chaos erupting in there right this moment. Hongseok and I made our way through the door and into the small hall which was currently filled with six pairs of shoes. We added our own and entered the living room filled with energy.

The first one to spot me was Hyojong who let out a ultra-loud scream and causing everyone to stop what they were doing and stare at the reason of his outburst, not that he always needed a reason. Once Hyojong was out of his shock he ran towards me, jumping over the couch in the process, and tackled me in a hug.

“Wah, Y/N-yah, what are you doing here?” He let me go, his mouth still wide open.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Someone realised how to use their voice again. “Is that Y/N? No way.” I laughed at Jinho’s astonishment and made my way over to him so that I could steal a hug. We were almost the same height, there were just a small difference between us.

After going around the room, returning hugs, I noticed that there was one who hadn’t said a word at all, and this person usually talks a lot.

“Changgussi, you okay?” He was staring at me, stunned, making me giggle. This caused him to snap out of his trance.

“What? Oh, it’s nothing, I’m just surprised because you don’t look so much younger than me anymore. You look so different.”

“Is that a good thing?” I asked, wondering what his answer would be.

“It’s definitely a good thing.” There was that smile I was used to seeing. I gave him one of my own back and offered to cook them something I learned in London. To which they refused but I did anyway.

A week later I was hanging out with Hyunggu, still in dorm B. We were in the middle of Just Dance, he wanted to see if I had kept my promise and not stopped dancing and it was pretty obvious that he was kicking my ass. I sat down on the couch, completely exhausted. I had practiced, but of course Hyunggu would be better since that’s all he’s been doing in order to debut.

“Wah, in all honesty, did you practice at all?” He asked as he sat down beside me. I gave him a joking glare, followed by a small but tired laugh.

“I did, but I had school too you know. You only practiced because that’s what you had to do if you wanted to debut.” He nodded, acknowledging my statement.

“Was it hard?” He asked. “With the english and all.”

“It was in the beginning but it got easier the more I used it. The people over there were really nice. Especially the family I was staying with, especially their kids. They had a five year old daughter and a boy my age.” He reacted at the last few words I said.

You lived with a boy your age? Was he nice to you? He didn’t hurt you or anything, right?

“No, I told you he was extremely nice to me. He showed me all the best cafées and everything that was worth doing in the neighbourhood.” I debated on whether or not I was going to tell him the last piece of information or not. In the end I thought, why not. “He was also my boyfriend while I was staying there.” Hyunggu almost fell of the couch.

What!?” I was expecting the shocked reaction from Hyunggu, however I did not anticipate another voice utter the same word. I turned around to see Changgu standing in the doorway looking absolutely destroyed. Confusion overtook me.


“You have a boyfriend?” His voice was small and very quiet, it was hard hearing his question. I didn’t answer him, afraid that he would burst out crying, considering his current expression. Then he shuffled away, clearly in a negative mood. Hyunggu and I exchanged confused glances before I stood up quickly and ran after him.

I found him in his shared room with Yanan, sitting on the bed just staring at his hands.

“Changgu, what’s up?” I asked carefully, knowing how sensitive he can be in situations like this. He looked up at me, his eyes red from crying, he wasn’t a loud cryer. He cleared his throat, wiped away the remaining tears and stood up, dusting off his clean jeans.

“Nothing, I’m fine, you can go out and continue dancing with Hyunggu, I’m sure he’s waiting.” I didn’t, instead I sat down on his bed and pulled him down beside me.

“Talk to me, you know I won’t judge.” He chuckled slightly at that.

“When did you become so grown up.” I smiled at that, happy that I can try to help. “It’s just that, I always saw you as a smaller sibling and never anything else until you came back from London a week ago. You had changed so much that I didn’t believe it was you at first. I don’t know, something changed and I started developing feelings for you and I didn’t know what to do. I asked Hongseok, Hui and Jinho hyung what the best thing to do was and they thought I should confess. I was about to do that just now.” He gestured towards some chocolate and a bouquet of flowers that lay in a corner. “Hui hyung said some gifts was a good idea. But you have feelings for someone else and I just need the time to get over you, I guess.” He was crying again. Then he stood up and started heading for the door. “So if you could just leave me alone for a couple of days I’ll be fine.” He forced a smile in my direction and my heart broke. What he never knew was that all those years that he had treated me like family my heart had been beating for him.

I stood up and grabbed his wrist before he could open the bedroom door. He turned around and looked at me confused. I stood on my toes and pressed a small kiss against his cheek.

“If I leave you alone then how are we supposed to go on dates?” I asked and a big and genuine smile spread across his features. He then pulled me into his body in a big hug and didn’t let go for a very long while. We just stood there, in each other’s arms, knowing that he loved me and I loved him.

anonymous asked:

How about an imagine where the NDRV3 boys' s/o is the culprid of a murder (they did it in order to protect someone), they're about to vote for the wrong person but then the s/o says something that will lead them to the real cuprid (meaning themselves), and when they found out who is the real culprid, the s/o tell them that they're glad that they found out that it was them (does that make sens ? Sorry my english is not perfect)

It’s okay Anon! My English isn’t perfect either as it’s my second language but I get what you mean ;) I’m going to presume S/O tried to save the boys if that’s okay ;P Hope you enjoy ;D

NDRV3 Boys’ reaction to S/O who is the blackened and when they’re about to vote for the wrong person S/O doesn’t let them

Shuuichi Saihara:

- The class trial was coming to an end

- Even though Iruma was insisting she wasn’t the culprit, everyone was still convinced that she was

- She isn’t

- You glance at Saihara and realise that he’s been staring at you 

- “S/O - san?…”

“Okay! Monokuma let’s vote!”

- “N-No!… I… Don’t think we considered all possibilities yet.” You say quickly

- Everyone turns to you

- “Huh? What’s the matter S/O - san? We discussed why Iruma - san is most definitely the culprit already, do you have some more evidence?” Saihara asks

- “You could say that…”

- “Well don’t just stand there S/O! Clear my name!” Iruma shouts angrily

- You lock eyes with Saihara “I don’t have an alibi when the murder took place.”

- He instantly understands. But how is this possible?!

- “… No…”

- “I’m sorry”

- “Huh?! What do you mean sorry?”

- Saihara just stares at the floor as he quietly stutters out a “S/O - san. It’s S/O - san.”

- Everyone is shocked, but at the same time they’re… Thankful you willingly sacrificed yourself for them

- Once the votes are in, the one with the most votes is you

- Saihara instantly runs to you and grabs your shoulders 

- “Why.”

- “I’m sorry.”

- “No. Tell me why.”

- “I… If I didn’t, you’d be the victim in this case Saihara - kun!”

- … You killed someone for him. You feel his hands shaking so you quickly hug him

- “Listen to me, you can’t give up now okay? You need to keep going and save everyone else. Can you do that for me?”

- He’s sobbing now. “Without you?… How?…”

- “Please. I believe in you!”

- Those were the last things you ever said before Monokuma had to literally  drag you away from him

Kaito Momota:

- “Alright! So the culprit it obviously Hoshi right?” says Momota 

- “I keep telling you, I didn’t kill anyone!”

- “Stubborn until the very end…”

- This is wrong. You know this is wrong. You don’t want to die, but if you’re selfish everyone else will die

- “No…” you whisper

- “Huh? S/O you say something?”

- “If we vote for the wrong person… We’ll all get executed right? I don’t want that”

- “It’s fine… We already determined the culprit of this case!”

- “Hoshi - kun isn’t the culprit! I am!”

- The courtroom goes silent

- “What.”

- “I am the culprit.”

- “S/O this really isn’t the time to be joking.”

- “I’m not joking! I did it! I killed them! If I didn’t… If I didn’t kill them you’d be the one that’s dead!”

- “You did it to protect me?… B-”

- “Okayyy~ I’m bored now so let us move onto the vote!”

- You nod at Momota before selecting your own name

- After the voting is over you look over at Momota he clearly has tears in his eyes but that doesn’t stop him from quickly walking over to you and kissing your forehead

- “I didn’t vote for you.”

- You look up at him

- “I did.” You’re then forcibly taken away, forever


- Is Yumeno - san really the killer? He doesn’t fully believe that, the theory is just… Incomplete

- “I keep telling you guys, I’m not a killer, I’m too lazy to kill someone”

- “That’s literally the worst excuse I’ve ever heard!”

- You sigh, of course she’s not the killer. Maybe her reason wasn’t the best but you can prove that she’s innocent

- “So what now? Are we going to vote for Yumeno?”

- “No! That’s wrong!” You shout

- Kiibo gives you a confused look but at least you got everyone’s attention

- “What do you want to add S/O - san?” Kiibo asks

- “The murder weapon was never found right?”

- “Well yeah but why does that matter now?!”

- You take out a small knife from your pocket, there’s dried blood on it

- “W - What is that?!”

- “The murder weapon.”

- Kiibo.exe stopped working

- When he comes back online he just sees you selecting your own name on his voting console

- You look at him and give him a weak smile before returning to your own seat and selecting your name

- “It’s over now… Everyone.”

- Wait. Wait S/O - san don’t go.

- “I’ve prepared a special punishment for you S/O - san! Well… Let’s give it everything we’ve got… It’ssss PUNISHMENT TIME!”

- “No! Wait! Don’t take S/O - san!” He reaches out a hand but… You’re already gone

- He feels something on his face, huh? What is this? Tears?… He thought robots can’t cry

Rantaro Amami: 

- Well, this was certainly unexpected

- Everyone suspected him as the culprit

- “No! Amami - kun isn’t the culprit!” You protest

- He smiles at you, you’re always there for him

- “Do you have evidence to back that up?”

- “… Evidence? I don’t need evidence.”

- “Oh? And why is that?”

- “Because I know who the killer is.”

- The courtroom goes quiet for a minute until Akamatsu speaks up 

- “Who’s the killer S/O - san?”

- “Me.”

- More silence

- “You’re not just… Saying that because we suspect Amami - kun right?”

- “No. I’m 100% serious.”

- That must be wrong. S/O - san? The culprit? No way is that true!

“Wait, S/O - san, if you really are the culprit, then how did you kill them? The Monokuma file doesn’t specify the cause of death.” Amami states as he stares at you

- “There was no murder weapon in this case. I simply delivered a powerful strike to their temple”

- You weren’t supposed to answer that

- Your expression is sad but at the same time, it’s peaceful

- “Would you guys hurry up and vote already?!” Monokuma remarks angrily

- Once the votes are cast you’re chosen as the blackened

- Amami just marches up to you an angry expression on his face

- “Did you want to get out of here that bad? Did you?”

- “No.”

- “Then why?” He sounds like he’s trying his hardest not to cry

- “Because I love you Amami - kun.”

- You don’t get to say anymore, Monokuma was getting way too impatient

Kokichi Ouma:

- “So, do we all agree that Akamatsu - san is the culprit?”

- “Everyone, hold on please! I’m not the culprit”

- “Nishishi~ Poor Akamatsu - chan”

- You bite your lip. You can’t just let everyone die.

- “Um, can I say something?”

- “Hm? What is it S/O - chan?”

- “I don’t think Akamatsu - san is the culprit.”

- “Oh really? Why don’t you point to who you think it is then?”

- “.. Okay.” You raise your hand and then point to yourself

- Ouma just stares, he has an emotionless expression

- “Go ahead everyone, please vote for me”

- “Nishishi~ Oh S/O - chan you’re so funny! You still have a lot to learn but I can see that you’re trying to become a great liar like me! Th-”

- “Stop it, Ouma - kun.”

- He sighs and looks at you again

- “I thought you hated the killing game S/O - chan! Was that a lie?”

- “Of course not. It’s just, I had no choice”

- “No choice? There’s always a choice whether to kill or not!”

- You smile at him as you select your name

- “You’re right… There’s always a choice. That’s why I chose to save Ouma - kun”

- You give him a little wave as Monokuma quickly drags you away

- He’s crying, not crocodile tears, these tears are most definitely not lies

Gonta Gokuhara:

- Chabashira - san is the culprit? Is that really true?

- He turns his head to look at you but he notices you’re biting your nails 

- “Alright then, shall we proceed with the vote?”

- “No.”

- Everyone turns to look at you

- “Why not S/O?”

- “I…” You sigh “I can’t let you guys make a mistake.”

- “Gonta doesn’t really understand, what do you mean S/O - san?”

- “What I mean is, Chabashira - san is not the culprit in this case.”

- “Do you know the real culprit S/O - san?” Saihara asks

- “Yes. The real culprit of this case is… S/O.” You say 

- Did Gonta hear that right? You’re the culprit? But that’s impossible!

- “Wait! Gonta doesn’t understand! What do you mean you’re the culprit?”

- “I’m sorry Gonta - kun… I know you said people who like insects can’t be bad people but… I am a bad person.”

- He’s in tears, he wants to ask you why you did what you did “N-No! S/O - san is not a bad person!”

- “Gonta - kun… Remember me okay?”

- Before anything else can be said, the trial quickly comes to a close

- He’s crying through the whole execution

Korekiyo Shinguji:

- Kukuku~ How beautiful, even when backed into a corner Harukawa - san is still fighting for her innocence

- “I keep telling you idiots, I didn’t kill them.”

- “Yeah! Leave Harumaki alone!”

- You look at Harukawa, she’s clearly getting angry

- “Harukawa - san isn’t the culprit.” You say

- “Yeah see even S/O agrees with us!” Momota announces cheerfully

- Shinguji turns his attention to you, “You said that with a lot of confidence S/O - san. Do you perhaps know who the real culprit is?”

- “… Yeah.”

- “I’ll give you a clue Shinguji - kun, you’re looking at the culprit right now.”

- Oh. Oh no.

- What is this

- “S/O - san? You’re the culprit?!”

- You smile at him, even with his mask on you can tell he’s not smiling back

- “What was your motive behind this murder?”

- “To protect the most beautiful human I have ever met. You, Shinguji - kun”

- He doesn’t respond. How could he respond to that?

- Once the voting is over he quickly makes his way over to you and takes hold of your hands

- You squeeze his hands and smile

- “Don’t go.”

- “I don’t have a choice”

Ryoma Hoshi:

- The robot eh?

- He didn’t really think Kiibo of all people will be able to murder someone

- “Please listen to me, this is borderline discrimination to robots!”

- Heh. What a guy

- He’s chewing on his licorice and just so happens to glance in your direction

- Your hands are clenched into fists and you generally looked stressed

- “S/O. What’s up?”

- Kiibo - kun isn’t the culprit…” You say more to yourself than anyone else

- “S/O! Why are you so sure of that? Who’s the real culprit then?!”

- You don’t respond, you just raise your hand

- He’s shocked, so shocked that the licorice in his mouth falls to the floor

- “Wait. What the hell does that mean?! You had no motive to kill!”

- “You’re right, I didn’t. That changed though, as soon as I saw the attacker coming after you”

- No way. You killed someone so that he can be alive?!

- Once the voting is over he quickly makes his way towards you

- “You idiot. You’re going to die now!”

- “I know.”

- “Gh.”

- Before you go he grabs your wrist

- “Wait. Have this at least.” He hands you a piece of licorice

- “Thanks… Hoshi - kun”