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In the Wake of Scandal

(manga spoilers)

At 3:05 am, Izuku did something he hadn’t done in the last four years.

He logged out of his HeroForum account.

It was a forum he’d stumbled upon back in middle school, on the recommendation of a friend-of-a-friend, and he’d lost four straight nights of sleep that first week digging in deeper and farther to what it offered. He dug until he was commenting on All Might Quirk Theory threads that were three-years-dead, until he made a name for himself almost overnight as an overwhelming bastion of hero trivia.

The forum had only grown in the meantime. It blew up at every skirmish. It tracked hero movements moment by moment, pinning locations and encouraging other members in the area to flock if they could. One time, it was shut down for an entire week when a thirteen year old boy stumbled into villain cross-fire while trying to follow the forum’s pin on the hero Momentum.

The HeroForum was Izuku’s everything for keeping tabs on the world he loved. Even after meeting All Might, even after his acceptance to UA, “MightyBoy64”s presence didn’t falter. In fact, Izuku fantasized about the day that he, as a pro hero, revealed himself to be in charge of the MightBoy64 alias. He fantasized about how loyal fans and avid readers would burst to learn one of the forum’s biggest names had gone pro through UA.

Izuku now tucked those fantasies away in the back of his mind. Embarrassed, or ashamed, or maybe just disgusted.

At 3:05 am, MightyBoy64 logged out. And he would not come back.

Instead Izuku put his phone in his pocket. And he rose from the couch in the Class 1-A dorm living room. He navigated to Shouto Todoroki’s room, and he knocked.  At 3:07 am, Shouto answered.

“Can I come in?” Izuku asked. All the room’s lights were on, a soft glow against the tatami mat flooring.

“Yeah,” Shouto answered. He didn’t ask why.

Izuku walked in, aimless at first, before choosing the wall across from Shouto’s desk and sitting cross-legged on the floor, back leaning against it for support. His phone burned in his pocket.

“I was studying for the English test Monday, but I can’t practice dialogue out loud on my own,” Izuku said. He uncrossed his legs and recrossed them more comfortably. “Are you busy? Want to practice with me?”

Shouto sat down again at his desk. He considered it. “Okay.”

Izuku’s fingers twitched, itched, possessed with the subconscious desire to take his phone back out and consume the HeroForum posts like a starved dog digging into fresh meat. He couldn’t help it. It was in his nature.

Especially as the hero scandal of the decade was unfolding.

Whole forums had crashed under the weight of debate. And HeroForum had swelled to near bursting in the last 12 hours as more and more fans flocked to gossip and argue and pry and wring forth every last drop of information they could about the chaos unfolding in the hero world.

Affairs struck the hero world on occasion. Fights between heroes and reporters, displays of public drunkenness, petit theft, public indecency. Silly yarns of gossip that got hero fans through the day were the norm.

This was the first time a hero had been arrested under the accusation of rampant, violent child-abuse.

This was the first time a scandal had struck a hero whose name was known to every breathing person in Japan.

And this was the second time a #1 ranked hero had fallen. All Might only months prior in a battle that obliterated the last of his power.

And Endeavor now, shackled and jailed under allegations of child abuse, felled by an accusation which had been filed by his own up-and-coming hero son, who stated in his only public address that he just hadn’t ever felt heroic enough before to do what needed to be done.

And the name Shouto Todoroki exploded across every forum site imaginable. Izuku had seen it all. Izuku felt sick to his stomach.

Clips of the televised UA Sports Festival were passed around with fervor, every frame inspected for the sake of passing judgement on Endeavor’s son. Every quirk of Shouto’s eyebrow, every shift of his eyes, every tilt of the head—was it the body language of an abused child? Of a liar? Of an attention-seeker?  Of someone looking to destroy his father and take his place in the public eye?

Fiery callous rants tore away at the character of Shouto Todoroki; others dissected Enji Todoroki, and explained how from the very start the man should have been pegged a monster. Threads hit their post limit. Servers crashed. Fan sites of Endeavor came under storm.

“Midnight’s-Man-X” called it petty for Shouto to accuse the father that he no longer lived with. “AllSuperFan100” lauded it as brave. “HeroMight12” wrote a rant, 13,500 words in length, about how the state of the world could not afford to lose another #1 hero so quickly, given how unstable the environment had only just become, how many more lives may be at risk now, and that it was ultimately selfish for Shouto to rob Japan of its #1 hero so soon after All Might’s fall.

MightyBoy64 tried once, just once, to explain why Shouto had done the right thing. Why letting his father cement his role as the #1 hero would be wrong. Why Enji Todoroki deserved to face justice for what he did, in the face of the overwhelming of evidence against him in the form of Enji’s own meticulously-documented “training plan” which he had put Shouto through.

And Izuku had been too horrified by the replies to try to argue any further. Because all of them, whether agreeing or not, did something vicious to Shouto Todoroki. They reduced him to a character, a prop, a toy to be tossed about and chewed over and twisted in favor their own political view. Shouto Todoroki wasn’t real to these people.

And maybe, if Izuku had never come to UA, Shouto Todoroki wouldn’t have been real to him either.

So he’d logged out, and forced the forums from his mind, and sat now on the smooth ridged tatami matting, his fingers trailing along its bumps. Izuku watched Shouto’s face, his scar thin and stretched at the edges, his cheeks round and soft under the lamplight. His bangs were loose and messy, as though Shouto had been running his fingers through his hair too often lately, and his eyes were lined in a bruising purple, as though he were a real person wrung through the stress of being reduced to a prop at the hands of millions of people.

“…Present Mic said we just need to hold a conversation with him using 20 vocab words from this unit. I’ll start,” Izuku said. He pushed himself higher against the wall, and he breathed in deep, thinking about the English sounds he struggled most to pronounce. “Are you alright, Todoroki-kun?”

Shouto looked at him, silent a moment. Then answered in Japanese, “Isn’t this unit on vacation activities?”

“I’m getting there.” Izuku leaned forward, more heart in his words. “How are you feeling, Todoroki-kun? Aren’t you tired?”

Shouto still hesitated, though not as long this time.

“No. I’m not tired. Are you?”

“No, I’m not. I will stay here with you, and practice English, so we will do well on the test. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?”

Shouto looked down at his desk briefly. Izuku caught a glimpse of papers that looked far too official for UA class notes. His eyes flickered to the laptop open next to them, displaying a blank new tab, though the row of tabs along the top suggested an endless cascade of news articles open on Shouto’s laptop.

Shouto eased the laptop shut, pushed his chair away from his desk, and he stood. He moved to Izuku and lowered himself to the floor, leaning against the wall, until the pent up tension in his shoulders eased, and the back of his head touched the wall, and he breathed deep. His whole body became something smaller, and more child-like, and more relaxed. The exhaustion in his eyes became something just a bit less tense.

“I like chocolate ice cream best, Midoriya-kun. How about you?”

Being Roommates with Overwatch Characters:

Genji: Very quiet and respectful, never eats your food. But he never sleeps, so that can get awkward. Sometimes he does his ninja training in the living room at like 3am. When you go down to yell at him he has mysteriously vanished…

McCree: Super friendly, super messy. He will always invite you into his room to watch this cool video he found on YouTube that you’ve certainly already seen, but he just found it. He thinks the fridge is more of a communal zone. You can take his food, and he can take your’s. He prefers to cook meals to share though, not that he’s any good at cooking. Is often hungover in the mornings.

Pharah: Isn’t home a lot. She’s very focused on her career. Her interactions with you are very formal at first, kinda stiff and awkward. It will either stay that way forever, or one night of drinking and video games will break the ice and give you a million inside jokes.

Reaper: Just the worst roommate ever. The second he’s done with something, he drops it on the ground. Beer bottles? Check. Towel? Yep. Laundry? You once found a pair of his boxers in the refrigerator for fucks sake Reyes, why is this here? NEXT TO MY MILK! He always claims he was the last one who did dishes. He never does dishes.

Soldier 76: The weird roommate you met through Craigslist who seems quiet and reserved at first, but once he gets going on his conspiracy theories and how THE SYSTEM IS BROKEN he will never shut up. Constantly plays CoD on the couch. Never seems to go to work, but always pays rent on time. Does the chores with military precision.

Tracer: Lives outside of time, quite literally. So be prepared to remind her of appointments, when rent is due, that it is not in fact the weekend so could she stop playing Just Dance so loud past eleven? It’s frustrating, but she’s so much fun to be around you forgive her.  She is on first name basis with all the bartenders in the neighborhood, and drinking with her is always an epic adventure.

Bastion: You bought this old thing on eBay. They said it was non-functional, but it immediately sprang to life in your apartment. It spends all its time out on the balcony, where a flock of birds have made it their home. Every once in a while you wake up in the middle of the night to find it crouched in the corner of your room in turret mode. Then you realize someone was being loud outside and it got scared.

Hanzo: There are two Hanzos. Calm, collected, brooding Hanzo, and I’LL TELL YOU WHEN I’VE HAD ENOUGH SAKEsshdhshjkfk Hanzo. Hanzo is normally very organized, his room his spartan and he made a chore schedule that he treats like it is law. But about two times a week he gets shit faced on expensive sake, cries about his brother, tries to fight a house plant (claiming it knows nothing of honor when he falls on his ass), and ends the evening on the balcony, pegging passersby with perfect precision with YOUR HOTDOGS THAT HE STOLE FROM THE FRIDGE, HANZO COME INSIDE.

Junkrat: Just, an absolute disaster. Your apartment has become a junkyard. Scraps of machines all of the place. And it smells terrible because he’s constantly mixing weird chemicals in the bathtub. You’ve started showering at the gym, and are terrified when you have to pee. You’ve had three minor fires in the place since he moved in, and you’re pretty sure he’s a criminal. You’d call the cops, but his… boyfriend? You’re not sure. His giant man partner keeps coming around and staring at you silently and you’re just trying to stay alive, okay?

Mei: Is terribly sweet and friendly, but messy and forgetful. You can’t get mad at her, because she always apologizes profusely when she forgets to do the dishes or take out the trash or that this is her week to buy toilet paper. She’s often wrapped up in her work, and loves to go on exuberant explanations of the science involved that you don’t even half understand. But you smile and nod along. She’s just so excited, you can’t interrupt her. Her bedroom is cluttered with items she collected from her travels and adventures, mixed with scientific equipment and climbing gear. She always wants you to come on nature hikes. They are beautiful but exhausting. That girl has boundless energy. The only time she gets mad is if you try to throw away a recyclable.

Torbjörn: He is constantly making noise, hammering, laughing like a maniac, riveting??? WTF is he doing in his room???? He’s very cranky and opinionated (do not bring up Omnics, trust me), but after a few beers he has some of the most amazing stores you’ve ever heard. He keeps his mess to his room and only forgets to do his chores every once in a while. But food in the fridge is going to disappear and he’ll get very defensive when you ask him about it. Also, long golden beard hairs! EVERYWHERE! in the bathroom! Clean out the drain when you’re done!

Widowmaker: The most intimidating person you’ve ever lived with. Hell, ever met. She will walk around in nothing but a towel, but it’s actually kind of terrifying? Like she’s daring you to say something to her??? You’re pretty sure she’s killed at least two people in the neighborhood. No one can prove it. You feel like she’s constantly watching you in your room… you’ve looked for cameras and found nothing. She leaves for days at a time, and then suddenly appears silently in the middle of the apartment. You didn’t hear the front door open????? WTF IS HAPPENING???? She leaves all the chores to you, will pretend she only speaks French if she’s not in the mood to talk to you. You’re pretty sure you’re going to be found dead in the bathtub and there will be no records of your roommate…

D.Va: Almost never does chores, acts like she did you a favor when she finally washes a single dish. Is constantly live streaming from the couch. You haven’t been able to watch TV since she moved in. She invites you to play games just to utterly destroy your ass at them. She got sponsored by Doritos and Mountain Dew so now the apartment is full of that crap. She acts like that’s her contribution to groceries because she saw you eat a chip. You thought she hated you until someone on her stream called you a loser and she tore them a new asshole. Is this what having a sister is like???

Reinhardt: Snores like a freight train is rumbling through the apartment. You can hear it through the walls. Through your earplugs. Nothing helps. He is incredibly helpful and friendly though. Always does his chores, does a few of your’s if you don’t stop him. Loves to cook dinner, but will always make the weirdest German fusion food. Any nice thing you do for him gets the most enthusiastic thanks that it makes you want to do nice things for him all the time.

Roadhog: You’ve seen some shit, man. Shit you can never tell anyone. Mostly because it would damage Roadhog’s bad ass reputation, and you will not make him angry. His room is full of plushies. He sleeps on them in a big pile. He spends all day playing Animal Crossing and he helps paint your nails. His weirdo boyfriend? You don’t know, small manic man partner comes over sometimes, but you managed to get them to not set off any explosions in the house(by claiming to protect the plushies). When Roadhog first showed up, you were terrified. But he’s turned out to be a really sweet guy. When you’re not on his shit list. You will do anything not to get on the shit list… A UPS driver damaged his limited edition Rainbow Sparkle Bear, and you heard the screams……..

Winston: Spends all his time in his room on his computer. He’s nice enough when he comes out, but that’s usually only for more peanut butter. He’s kind of shy and awkward around you at first, but one day you ask about the glory days of Overwatch, and you get a story hour of epic proportions. After that he is your buddy. Tracer comes by sometimes, always bringing a fresh batch of bananas. Winston tries to act insulted, but you always catch him eating them later. He forgets to do his chores, a lot. He always promises he’ll get around to them. After this experiment is finished… It never gets done.

Zarya: Your living room is now a gym. She moved in a professional looking weight set and bench. “This is just for casual,” she tells you. She constantly makes “helpful” remarks about your physique. She thinks if you just did some deadlifts, your legs would be much stronger. Much more solid. You are like noodle. She tries to train you on the weight set in the living room. She proves that she can benchpress you, and then gives you some fifty pound weights “For a warm up”. May god have mercy on your soul.

Lúcio: Just the nicest roommate ever. He will sit on the couch with you until 3 am talking through your problems. He baked you a cake on your birthday. Is it your day to do chores? He saw you weren’t feeling well, so he just did them this morning. Don’t worry about it, fam, I got you. He only asks you for things on behalf of others. Will you help him organize a fundraiser for the local kid’s soccer organization? Come to a protest to improve the working conditions in factories? Could you maybe drop off this extra portion of dinner to the old lady next door on your way out? Say hi to her cats for him. The only thing that can be annoying is he can get lost in his music and forget that it’s super late. But when that wakes you up, you usually just go and sit down in his room and watch him work on his latest tracks.

Mercy: You really won’t see her that often. She is an incredibly overworked doctor. She is a very kind and patient person, but you can tell she is constantly bone tired. You don’t even ask her to do chores, you just do them all yourself. She barely ever uses dishes or makes a mess anyway. She leaves you little cakes she bought at the bodega as a thank you every now and then. Most of your communication is through post it notes, as you are often on completely different schedules. She seems nice, but you don’t really know her.

Symmetra: Everything has to be just so. She doesn’t even let you do chores, she doesn’t trust that you did them right. She will say the bathroom is filthy when it looks sparkling to you. She is constantly creating little robots to do work for her, so you don’t feel too bad letting her clean? She is incredibly sheltered, and can get hostile when you challenge her world view. But at the same time, you can tell she’s lonely and hurting. With small gestures here and there, maybe you can become friends.

Zenyatta: Just, the chillest bro you have ever met. He floats around the apartment and doesn’t eat anything so he doesn’t cause messes. He still helps with the chores, because it is more balanced that way. When you go through a break up he will listen and give you advice that honestly makes you feel better. He invites you to mediate, and makes it sound like a really great activity. His pupil, Genji, is always coming around. Zenyatta is so happy to see him. Neither of them eat, but Genji makes you ramen sometimes and its SO GOOD. They are both cinnamon rolls, and your life is better for knowing them. Occasionally Zenyatta knocks something over as he floats by, but that’s about the only drawback.

Dance With Me

Summary: You and your boyfriend Peter Parker listen to Peter’s favorite song.

AN: I FELT THE NEED TO WRITE THIS OUT OF NOWHERE BECAUSE THE INFINITY WAR TRAILER MADE ME SAD AND I’M PRETTY SURE IT MADE EVERYONE ELSE SAD TOO SO HERE’S A SHORT FLUFFY PIECE TO HELP US FORGET THE ANGST 

also listen to never let her slip away by andrew gold when you read this it’s a beautiful song <3

Peter Parker x Reader

// Masterlist // 


Originally posted by parkers-myth

“You are going to hurt yourself!” I warned my idiotic boyfriend as he did handstands around his room.

“You worry too much, babe!” He screamed, still upside down. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his phone on the bed. I unlocked it and saw a picture of him kissing me on the cheek as his wallpaper. Smiling, I saw that his music app was open. “Ow! Damnit Ned left a part of his Death Star here.” 

I looked up and saw Peter, now right side up, clutching his hand with a lone Lego piece beside him. “Told you you were gonna get hurt.” I went back to scrolling through his playlist.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, huh?” The bed suddenly bounced when Peter flopped down on it. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder watching me scroll.

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fuckboy » jjk » m

» request: nope

» genre: smutttttt

» author’s note: i was hoping to be able to get to 5k words, but unfortunately that didn’t happen :’) anyways, i still think this is the longest scenario i’ve written which i’m kind of proud of tbh ?? i really like this one and i hope you all do too! feel free to request any sort of au scenarios and i’ll be sure to write it !

» word count: 4.3k+

» warnings: fuckboy jungkook, sexting, phone sex, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex

**nsfw under the cut

You sigh to yourself as you collect the randomly discarded articles of Jimin’s clothing scattered through the house. You roll your eyes as you grasp a pair of his underwear, tossing them into the basket which has now grown heavy with the weight of his dirty laundry. “Seriously, Chim, is it that hard to pick up your clothes?” You ask as you walk into the living room, picking up an old t-shirt from the back of the couch; you stop in your tracks once you finally look up.

“Sorry, Y/N.” Jimin flashes you a sheepish smile, but you are no longer worried about him. Your eyes travel to the other person in the room, Jeon Jungkook; he leans casually against the wall, taking a sip from a bottle of water. “Have you met Jungkook?” Jimin asks you casually, flicking through the channels on the television as you glare at his friend.

“I don’t think so,” you say truthfully; you’ve never met Jeon Jungkook, but you’ve heard of him, many times. Most recently, his antics had been called to your attention by a close friend of yours, and to make a long, long story short: Jeon Jungkook is a fuckboy.

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Billboard: Niall Horan Braces for Stardom Outside One Direction, With Advice From Justin Bieber & The Eagles

When Niall Horan decided to move from London to Los Angeles in early 2016, it’s no surprise that he chose a house in Laurel Canyon, the epicenter of ’60s folk-rock culture. Horan was the one ­toting a guitar in One Direction, the British boy-band juggernaut that was just then going on a hiatus, and he’s got the soul of a singer-songwriter: He’s charismatic, witty and sensitive, but also easygoing and no-nonsense. Viewed alongside his bandmates – born rock star Harry Styles, “sensible one” Liam Payne, “funny one” Louis Tomlinson, moody R&B prince Zayn Malik – Horan, 23, is sort of like the middle brother: the most ­approachably handsome, the second-most popular across social media (29 million Twitter followers; 19 million on Instagram) and the most likely to lust after a gig at the historic Los Angeles rock club The Troubadour. “Playing for, like, 500 people. What more do you want?” says Horan. “I’ve had some good moments with screaming ­teenagers, but I like when the room is completely dead. It’s a ­different kind of respect. People are actually listening.”

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anonymous asked:

I will build you a fucking shrine if you write peter coming out as a bi to tony and tony being like, "hell yeah me too"!!!!!! (I'll probably cry happy tears too)

Okay. Deep breath in. Deep breath out.


He could do this. He could do this. It was all going to be fine. He could do this. 


Fuck. How the hell was anyone supposed to do this?


He checked his watch for the fifteenth time that minute. Tony was currently 12 seconds late. But he was always late, so this was fine. It didn’t mean anything. He was just caught up again. Which was normal. 


Unless he’s found out and now hates me and is going to take the suit away and yell at me and never speak to me ever ever again-


“God, Peter, pull yourself together,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair and then clasping it into a fist in his lap. It was all going to be okay. It was. He just needed to keep breathing.


Fuck. Why was he even here? Why had he called Tony in the first place? Take an hour of your day please, Mr Stark, I need to tell you something that I’ve only just found out myself and is probably something you don’t care about at all anyway-

This was stupid. He should have just waited until it could come up in casual conversation, not….whatever this was. Pulling Tony out of his busy day in order to tell him this stupid thing was…well, it was stupid! 

God, his hands were shaking.


What if Tony reacted badly? What if he got angry? What if…

what if he never wanted anything to do with Peter again?


It happened. He knew it happened. He’d heard all the horror stories. Kids, kicked out of homes by parents who had loved them unconditionally before. Put on the streets because they loved the wrong people.

Not that Tony would ever do that. Peter was scared, but he wasn’t stupid. For starters, Peter didn’t even live with Tony anyway. 
Well. He hung out with Tony in his workshop after school more often than not, and occasionally slept there if Aunt May was doing the nightshift, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t deal without it. He’d been fine before Tony came along.

But that wouldn’t even happen. He was making this out to be bigger than it was. Tony was cool. Tony would be fine. And even if he didn’t like it, he knew that New York still needed Peter on side, so he probably wouldn’t take the suit back, or kick him out. 

Probably.


Suddenly, there was a four-beat knock on the door, and Peter practically flew off the couch in his living room from the surprise.

Okay. Okay. Showtime. 

It was going to be fine.

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But imagine the rating they’re gonna get if they get both Alycia Debnam-Carey and Katie McGrath in a show together. It can be the stupidest, most non-sense show about two roommates going about their daily lives, picking up laundry, eating ramen from a cup, chilling on the couch and it’ll still be the best rating show in history. Heck, they don’t even have to hire directors or crew members. Just fix some cameras in the room, put those two in and let them do whatever they feel like and I’d still watch that show like my life depends on it

color you mine pt.2- pjm(m)

Originally posted by sugaglos

Living next door to your teacher has its perks… 

(m)- mature | 2.5k words | Teacher!Jimin | Pt.1 / ??

reqs] Jimin smut? With like daddy Dom or like rough stuff please [+] Can you please write about jimin teaching you how to deep throat him? [+] Jimin thigh riding smut no specific plot [+] all of those who requested a second CYM

a/n]  it has been a long time coming,,,hope you enjoy;)  


You’d never been so nervous in your life, knocking on Mr. Park’s door at seven o'clock sharp, not wanting to seem too eager even though you’d been waiting outside his door for nearly fifteen minutes. You told your roommates you were going to another friend’s down the street, hiding behind Mr. Park’s bushes so they couldn’t see as you waited for the time to come.

Beneath your clothes are two lacy black lingerie pieces, not covering anything, just for show, just to hopefully get him as excited as you are, dripping through the barely existent fabric of your panties. Thank god your friend dared you to buy lingerie a few months back, or you’d still be inside not knowing what to wear to this most special occasion.

He opens the door shirtless, smooth skin and defined muscle running below the elastic of his sweats, smiling sweetly and opening the door wider to let you in. “How was your evening, Y/N?” The foyer darkens behind you as he closes the door, “finished the reading I assigned?”

“Yes, Mr. Park,” you try to calm your nerves, picking at the skin around your nails behind your back, “it didn’t take me more than an hour.”

“Then I guess it was too easy,” he laughs, moving in front of you and waiting for you to follow. His house is dimly lit, the only light coming from the open windows in his living room. Leather couches, family photos, abstract art and shelves with books haphazardly sitting on them. His house looked just as you thought it would. So him, somehow.

“Would you like some water?” He moves to the fridge and drinks from a glass already set out, watching you set your bag down and sit in the bar stool across the island.

“Yes, thank you, the walk over here was so far,” you sarcastically joke.  

He chuckles, scrunching his nose and grabbing another tall glass from the cupboard before filling it with water from the fridge, sliding it across the counter cleanly and gracefully.  

“I have a few surprises in store…” He begins with a smirk.

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Console

✥ pairing: Chanyeol | reader
✥ genre: angstish fluff 
✥ word count: 2.293
✥ warnings: none
✥ author’s note: Hellooo, Toombler! i’m in the mood for a tormented chanyeooli, especially after the whole star360 interview, (my hearteu). Please, please, pleeasee if you like it, just leave a Lil’ ole’ message or comment, reblog, heart it or simply, just acknowledge it. xxx

↪ You loved to run your fingers through his hair

[Masterlist]


You felt the cold bursts of winter air escaping from the small crevice from under your window washing all over your bare skin. Scouring for some source of heat, you lazily began to reach for your blanket. As you moved your hand around, you were met with nothing but the thin layer of your flower-printed bed sheet. As another burst of cold air made contact with your bare arm, you rolled over to your side in hopes of finding the blanket, but to your avail, you just couldn’t seem to find it.  

Now I have to open my eyes, you silently groaned to yourself.

As you struggled to completely open your eyes, you slowly ran your hand through the hair that was stuck to your face, pushing all of it backward. Your hand trailed down to meet a trail of dried of drool spanning from the edge of your lips to down towards your chin.

Great, you scoffed to yourself. You rubbed off the dried up saliva with the back of your hand, which quickly went to cover a silent yawn that managed to escape your lips. The other hand began rubbing circles around your eyes to wake yourself up. Once you were somewhat conscious and alert, you stood up and walked towards the window to close it. Despite your effort, the window wouldn’t seem to close all the way. Maybe it was because the window needed repair, or maybe it was because you’re just weak.

You mentally made yourself a note to start going to the gym more often.

You retrieved a cloth nearby and haphazardly began to stuff it under the gap from underneath the window to stop the heat from escaping your room. It wasn’t your best work. Could you have found a more efficient way to cover up the gap? Probably. But, it was in the middle of the night and there was only one thing on your mind, and that was to go back to sleep.

You returned to your bed, to resume your search for your blanket. You spread your hand around the mattress, like the blind bat you really are, to find something. You found nothing other than the feeling of the raised patterns from your mattress. You were getting back up to move for the hoodie across the room. You felt your foot get caught in a piece of fabric which caused you to trip and fall onto your side.

Hey, at least you found your blanket.

When you started to bunch it together and drag it back to on top of the bed, you noticed that Chanyeol wasn’t sleeping. He wasn’t even in the room.

He probably went to the washroom, you thought to yourself. But as you turned your head to the side, you saw the washroom door wide open, and the lights off.

Maybe he’s in the kitchen, getting a midnight snack, you snickered at the thought of it. You and Chanyeol had that in common. Believing what you thought about earlier, you returned to bed, wrapping yourself in the blanket, reclaiming the heat that escaped you during the night. After what you assumed to be a while, you were mostly warmed up, except for your fingers and the tips of your toes. No matter what the temperature was, or what time of it was, those parts of your body were always cold. You sighed to yourself and rolled onto your side. You were surprised that Chanyeol hadn’t returned back yet, and you couldn’t sleep without him.

Taking a deep breath, you got up from your bed and slid on your slippers. Quickly, you put on a hoodie lying on a chair nearby. It smelled like a mix of old spice and vanilla scented body spray.

Chanyeol’s not getting this back anytime soon, you said to yourself.

Now you were worried. If he wasn’t in the washroom, and he wasn’t in the kitchen or living room, then where was he? You remembered him putting you to sleep only a few hours ago, and you were sure he fell asleep alongside you. Now you were wide awake.

As you entered the living room, you were met with the similar chilly winter breeze, wafting through the living room. You turned around to search for the source of coldness when you saw a figure from the corners of your eyes.

It was Chanyeol. He was outside on the balcony wearing only a white shirt and grey sweatpants.

“Jagiya…,” you cooed.

Chanyeol quickly whipped his body around to face your visibly confused and worried face. His hand quickly shot up to his face where he brushed off the area around his eyes. You saw a glint of light reflecting off the top of his accentuated cheekbones.

He was crying.

You made your way to him, and wrapped your arms around his lean frame, and leaned the side of your face onto his back.

“Y/N…” Chanyeol trailed off. You heard him whimper and sniff in attempts to control his tears.

Your arms around his waist tightened in an effort to comfort him. You didn’t ask him any questions, nor did he try to explain anything. You could see his hands clenching around the railings hard enough to turn his knuckles white.

“I was dreaming of you,” you whispered. You tried to divert his attention to something that would make him forget what was troubling him so much. You moved from your grip behind his back and placed your clasped your hands on top of his. His hands were freezing. Removing his hands from the railing, you weaved your fingers through his and rubbed soothing patterns to calm him down. His whimpers increased to the point where his eyes held fresh, unshed tears, threatening to fall any second. You wrapped your interlocked hands around yourself to move into a hugging position. You felt Chanyeol succumbing to you and felt him bury his face in the crook of your neck. You felt his tears trail down your neck. You felt your own tears forming.

“Chanyeol, let’s go inside,” you tried croaked out. You placed a soft kiss on the back of his head and gently stepped back. Chanyeol let go your hands to wipe away his tears and looked at you. You saw the softest of smiles forming on his lips, but his eyes were just as pained as you first saw them. You wrapped your hand around his and lead him away into the warmth of your shared apartment.

Once you were inside, you went to close the balcony doors and turned the heater on. You turned around to face Chanyeol. He was curled into a ball in the corner of the couch, shivering from the cold. You hurried to his side and rubbed your hands up and down his arms to warm him up.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back,” you kissed the top of his head. You hurried to the bedroom to bring your blanket. Once you came back, Chanyeol was lying on his back with his head resting on the armrest, his head facing the ceiling. You noticed he was clutching the top of his head, with his eyes scrunched up in pain. He was probably having a headache from crying or from the cold. Or from both.

You placed the blanket over him and turned to fetch some Tylenol and a glass of water from the kitchen. Chanyeol muttered a quiet thank you as he quickly took the pill and drank the water. His voice was a little hoarse from earlier.

What was troubling Chanyeol so much? You quietly worried to yourself.

“Y/N,” Chanyeol’s quiet voice spoke to you, “come, and lie down with me.”

You merely looked at him and offered him a soft smile. You slowly inched your way on top of him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You rested your head on his chest and he pulled the blanket, covering both of your freezing bodies. Chanyeol’s hands found their way around you and pulled your body closer to his. You were his comfort. You were his light in the middle of the darkness. You were his sanity, his hope. His love.

You waited for a while until you lifted your face to look at his. You were going to ask him if he wanted to talk about it, but you were met with his sleeping figure. You took a moment to look at him, really absorb the image that was in front of you. He looked calm, a contrast to when he was outside visibly stressed to the point to tears. There were trails of dried up tears on his face, and you carefully moved your hand out of his grasp and tried to wipe off what you could.

You shifted your body to rest on the side of the sofa and you let your hand rest on the side of Chanyeol’s face. Slowly you caressed his face with your thumb, rubbing soft circles. His skin was so soft. You made a mental note to ask him about his skincare routine in the morning.

You kept your hand there for a while, absorbed in your thoughts when Chanyeol brought you back to reality.

“I love you,” Chanyeol softly whispered. Almost immediately, his face relaxed and he fell asleep.

“I love you too, Chanyeol, “you replied, uncertain if he had heard you. You looked at the clock on the wall opposite of you and saw the time. It was 3:19 am. Luckily, tomorrow (technically today) was a Saturday and Chanyeol didn’t have any schedules to attend to. That gave you two time to sort through what exactly happened tonight.

Soon enough, you felt yourself drifting off to sleep to the soft beating of his heart.


You woke up to the soft rays of sunlight that managed to escape from the gaps in between the blinds. An arm was resting on the side of your body while you were lying on top of him. His long legs were entangled with yours and your head was lying in the crook of his neck. Once you regained your consciousness, you looked to observe your surroundings.

This was not the living room. You were in your bedroom. Chanyeol brought you both from the couch to your bed in the middle of the night. You turned your head to face his. You never realised how long his eyelashes were. A thin layer of perspiration has layered on his forehead and neck. You pulled the sleeve of your hoodie and lightly dabbed to clear his face from it.

Chanyeol started to move. You woke him up.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Chanyeol murmured with his eyes closed. You responded by kissing his nose. Chanyeol smiled, which encouraged you to plant more kisses. You placed one on the tip of his nose again, one of the apples of his cheeks and several kisses on his forehead. This earned you laughs from him, and it made your heart flutter.

“Y/N,” he laughed, “stoop,” he said while opening his eyes. He lifted his finger and rested it on his lips. “I think you missed a spot,” Chanyeol cheekily responded.

You giggled at his response. Chanyeol had resumed to his usual playful self. This made you happy, you were also in a playful mood. You leaned in close and hovered a bit, not moving. One of his eyebrows quirked up with a smirk playing on a corner of his lips.

You press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth and quickly pull yourself from his grasp.

“Yaahh, y/n you tease,” Chanyeol whined from across the room, “come back and give me a proper kiss.” You giggled even more now, trying to stifle your laughter that was threatening to burst out of you any moment. Chanyeol looked genuinely distressed. You felt bad for him, so you walked to his side of the bed. You sat down, cross legged, near his sleepy figure. Chanyeol immediately moved to rest his head on your lap and grabbed your hand. He was tracing patterns on the back of your palm with his fingers. You could tell he wanted to say something, but he was torn. So you took the jump for him.

“Chanyeol,” you said. You ran your hand through his hair for a while, attempting to soothe him.

“Last night…” you trailed on. His movement on your hands abruptly stopped.

“Do you want to talk about it? You know you can always talk to me, as cliché it sounds. You know I’m always here for you, always have a shoulder available for you, actually I have two shou-, “you were cut off from continuing on rambling.

“Jagi, I know. I know you won’t hesitate to put aside your time for me. To deal with my problems. To hear me voice out my issues, and to find a way to help my problems. I know all of that. But that’s the thing. I – I…” Chanyeol trailed off. His voice started to crack. “Lately, I’ve just been under a giant amount of pressure… and last night…” he sighed. “I just needed some time to sort things out. I thought I could handle this on my own. I – I thought I could push past this a-and move on…” he whispered.

“Chnayeol. What’s exactly bothering you? I know it’s not just the pressure. Last night was a combination of things, wasn’t it?” you questioned him.

Chanyeol didn’t reply. He kept tracing little shapes into your palm. That was an answer itself.

“Jagi…” you whispered.

Chanyeol suddenly got up from your lap. He sat up, facing away from you. “A-am I good enough?” He quietly said. “Am I good enough for you? For the fans? For anyone?” Chanyeol croaked out.

“Chanyeol, please don’t question yourself like that. Please. Your group members love you. Your family loves you. Your fans idolize you.” You told him. Chanyeol, you are my everything. You are my love. I love you. Please don’t forget that.” You pressed a soft kiss on his lips. You felt a tear slid down his cheek. You felt the pain, the doubt, and the worries that were trapped inside of him through this one kiss. You leaned down into the kiss and put a leg of each side of his body to get a better angle. He placed his hands on the small of your back and pulled you into him. He held onto you as if he needed you to survive. You ran your fingers through his hair and gently yanked on a fistful when he decided to bite your lip. You felt his teeth grazing over the area where he had bit. Softly sucking on the area, he moved his hand up to caress the back of your neck. Both of you pulled away, gasping for breath.

Chanyeol leaned his forehead against yours, drawing his eyes to look into yours. His eyes were full of love and adoration for you. Your gaze traveled down to his lips where you noticed they were pink and swollen. You laughed and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips.

Chanyeol pulled you flush against his chest and securely wrapped his arms around your waist to prevent you from moving. Your legs were mixed with his and you found yourself giggling again.

“Have I told you I love you,” you whispered against his neck.

“You don’t have to tell me, I can see it in everything you do,” Chanyeol replied. “I haven’t been cared for like you did for me last night in a while. And it’s refreshing to feel like I’m loved in a time where I can barely find time to love myself,” Chanyeol spoke into my hair.

“Don’t worry, I can love you enough for the both of us until you do.”

New Girl - Three

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“No, no! It’s like this.” I shooed Tom out of the way and showed him how to grade the paper again. He groaned and put his hands on the back of the chair I was sitting in.

“Why don’t you just do it then?” I sighed, turning to face him again. It’s been three months since the bar incident, and Tom and I have been getting along quite nicely. We bicker here and there – but, like we’ve noticed, we’re completely different people. It’s expected. We’d go to lunch together, go grocery shopping together and we’ve even gone a couple of, non-successful, double dates.

“You said you’d help grade the homework! I have to make this test that I forgot I assigned tomorrow.” Tom looked at you, his eyebrows pulled in. “What?”

“If you don’t have the test ready,” his hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose, “why don’t you just reschedule the test?” I opened my mouth to say something, probably to call him an idiot like I usually did, but noticed he had a point. I turned back toward the homework Tom was grading and reached toward my laptop, quickly hitting the ctrl + s keys and saving the work I had already done before closing my laptop. I heard Tom scoff above me, I looked up to see him shaking his head. “Idiot.”

“Shut up, Holland!”

“Well, you’re welcome.” It was my turn to scoff.

“For?”

“Um,” he gave me a look that could only be a duh look, “for saving you time?”

“Oh, you’re right,” I said sarcastically, “thank you, Tom. For having common sense – for once.” He nodded his head, pursing his lips.

“You know what, (L/N)?”

“And they’re fighting again.” Tom and I directed our gaze toward the front door, seeing Jacob and Harrison walk through with a couple of boxes of pizza. I walked over to help Jacob with the drinks as he closed the door.

“We’re not fighting, we’re bickering,” I nudged Harrison’s shoulder, “it’s good for moral.” He rolled his eyes, a smile on his face as he passed me a plate.

“So, you going out with your boy-toy tonight?” I looked up at Jacob, sticking my tongue out at his childish tone.

“Don’t call him that, his name is Tony! And, no, it’s a school night.” I had been seeing Tony for about a month. We started out as just bed buddies and one day something just snapped. When we kissed we didn’t rush it, and he started to stay over more and then he asked me out – he broke the bubble.

“Well, don’t have too much fun with all that homework, tiger,” Tom grabbed his plate and winked at me, grabbing a beer and heading toward his room. I watched as he left, trying to ignore the burning in my cheeks after he winked at me. I tried to replace Tom’s face with Tony’s. Tony, Tony, Tony.

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Not The Romantic Type

Prompt: After being labeled as a ‘non-romantic’ by the reader, Digger Harkness tries to prove the reader wrong by planning a cliche Valentines Day date.

Pairing: Captain Boomerang X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some cursing, sexual suggestion, but mostly fluff galore!

Originally posted by heartofdevastation

Digger Harkness was certainly a man of many talents and you were lucky to be able to call him yours. In one afternoon he could build you a wooden table and four sturdy chairs. He could drink an entire 12 pack of beer and still speak impressively coherently. He made the best damn grilled cheese in the world and never failed to make you laugh until tears were streaming down your face.

He was everything you could ask for and more! The only quality you could say he lacked was a romantic side… Which wasn’t a bad thing? He was sweet when he wanted to be and definitely an affectionate son of a bitch. But, as Valentines day was begin to creep up on you and all the heart shaped boxes of chocolates were on sale at the store you couldn’t help but to feel, well… Like you were missing out on something?

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anonymous asked:

How many children do you think they would adopt?

Victor was most likely an only child and is probably starving for a big family, so when he decides to bring it up to Yuuri he spends an afternoon practicing what he’s going to say. He wears a track into the floor from pacing the living room, Makkachin half-watching from where she’s curled up on the couch, and he never manages to say what he wants to say. It changes with each practice, which means he fumbles every single time, and every iteration is worse than the last. Finally, he plants his feet down so hard that he might actually grow roots, throws his shoulders back, and shouts, “YUURI KATSUKI I LOVE YOU AND I WANT TO BUY A BIG HOUSE AND HAVE 900 BABIES WITH YOU.”

And Yuuri, who–unbeknownst to Victor–has been home this entire time, pokes his head out of the study and, mouth twisted in amusement, says, “Want to be a little more realistic?”

After a long, thoughtful pause, Victor tries, “60 babies.”

“Two,” Yuuri says, flatter than the soda that Victor left open on the kitchen counter a week ago. The soda that Yuuri hasn’t touched to prove a point. A point that’s obviously been missed. “We can have two.”

Because Yuuri’s seen what three children can do, and neither of them have Takeshi’s patience or Yuuko’s apparent death wish. 

The movies and shows that stick with you after you’ve walked out from the cinema or got up from the couch, the books that live on in your head once the cover is closed, are the best kind of story there are.

Submission #2

You boys asked and here’s another story for u. A long one, but it’s worth it for sure. Well done again cuck @jomothehomo

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When I first told my husband that I was into cuckolding, I don’t think he understood it. I had watched him nail the fuck out of the stripper at the Rooster, but he was hesitant to fuck someone else behind my back. He is a devoted husband, after all, and he wanted to make sure that I was also sexually satisfied. I started telling my former fuck buddies and boyfriends about what I wanted to do, and they encouraged me to go for it anyway. An ex told me that any top would be turned on by the idea of his partner encouraging cheating, so he told me to pursue it.

When Christmas rolled around, we drove back up home to Pittsburgh to spend it with our respective families. My husband dropped me off in the city, but he drove down to West Virginia to spend the night with his father and stepmother. I was staying at a friend’s house, but she was out of town. I had the entire house to myself.

I was settling into bed that first night, when I started a casual conversation on Facebook Messenger with a friend named Cameron. My husband and I actually met doing theater, and Cameron was a teenage kid in the ensemble in some of the shows.  He was always a sweet kid, but now he was a confident, fit, 19 year old twink. We flirted a little bit, but then we started talking full on about sex. His boyfriend was also out of town for the holidays and Cameron was staying at his parent’s house. We started talking about how Cameron should bring his boyfriend, Lucas, for a visit in Miami…and then we talked about what would happen if we heard each other having sex…and then it evolved into us both into the idea of swapping boyfriends. I would bottom for Lucas and Cameron would bottom for my husband.

(Cameron’s ass)

We were getting each other pretty hot. We had swapped some pictures of our cocks and even sent each other Snapchats of us jerking in bed. I never thought of Cameron in any sort of sexual light before. Then I had an idea. I asked Cameron if he was actually interested in my husband. He said yes. I then probed further and asked if the opportunity arose, would he want to bottom for him. After a few minutes, he replied, “I’ve wanted your husband to fuck me for a long time.”

It was late—around 1:30 in the morning, but my husband was also online. I encouraged Cameron to talk to him the same way he and I did. Get each other horny but then find out if he’d be down for some extracurricular play. After a few minutes, Cameron confirmed that they were chatting, and they were immediately flirting. Cameron told me that he was going to set something up with my husband, and once he had all the details he would tell me what was going to go down. He didn’t talk to me for 2 solid hours, and I frantically kept looking to see if they were both online. At almost 4 am, Cameron sent me a massive amount of screenshots—it was their conversation from beginning to end. They did everything. After a few mindless moments of flirting, they sent each other pictures, videos, and they even admitted to fantasizing about each other. Cameron added that they chatted on the phone for a few minutes. I thought waiting for a response was torture. I had the hardest time not cumming before I read the entire conversation. The hottest part, however, was the very end. Cameron told my husband that tomorrow Lucas was going to be out of town and he wanted him to come over. My husband confirmed a time and they said goodnight to each other. That’s when I blew my massive load. I am a big shooter anyway, but I had never shot that hard in my entire life.

When I woke up the next morning, Cameron told me that he wanted me to come over in the early evening. I had told him about my desire to be cuckolded and he wanted to make my fantasy a reality. My husband was coming over at 7, so he told me to get there at 6:30. Cameron shared a cute little apartment with Lucas, and I was instructed to hide in the living room closet. He would keep it cracked the tiniest bit, but I could also look through the slats to get a good view. He went into the bedroom to change, and he came out in just a tshirt and basketball shorts.

Cameron is about 5’11 with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. Despite having toned arms and legs, he still has a round baby face. When I say Cameron has the nicest ass I’ve ever seen, I am not exaggerating. It’s the type of ass that I have no idea how one gets it that perfect. My ass is definitely nothing to scoff at, and I do squats every day to retain a bubble ass. Cameron’s ass is something else entirely. It has the tiniest amount of blonde fuzz on it, but his hole is furry as fuck. When I grabbed his cheeks, it was firm but had enough give to make anyone want to play with it further. It is seriously perfect.

(more of his ass)

I took my place when the 7:00 rolled around. I took everything off in the closet to avoid making any noise when I was watching. From my view, I could see the back of the couch and the entire living room from the entrance hallway.

From the moment they walked in the door, they were on each other. They each downed a glass of wine quickly, but they were constantly touching each other. The drinks were a formality. They tenderly started kissing each other near the back of the couch. Cameron was obviously trying to get me the best view possible. My husband pawed at Cameron’s ass and they took off each other’s shirts. They stood there making out, bare chested, for 10 solid minutes. Just kissing slowly and sensually. I noticed they were grinding their cocks together through their pants. Cameron’s was more noticeable through his mesh shorts, but since my husband is so hung, you could see his through his jeans.

“You’re bigger than I remember,” Cameron said as he rubbed my husband’s chest and arms.

“I’m a big guy,” my husband said playfully before kissing Cameron harder. At 6’4, my husband towers over almost everyone.

Cameron reached down and started unbuckling my husband’s belt, and my husband replied by reaching into Cameron’s shorts. They both started moaning and kissing harder. My cock was dripping so much precum by this point that I had to stop touching myself and hold my hands behind my back. Within seconds, Cameron and my husband were both naked before me. Cameron broke the kiss to look down at my husband’s cock.

“Holy fuck, that’s big,” he moaned out.

“Bigger than Lucas?” my husband asked with a smile.

“Ohhh yes. Waaaay bigger,” Cameron replied. He immediately got on his knees and my husband into his mouth. He shot me a smile as he licked up and down the shaft. He was much more adept at handling his cock than the stripper was. Cameron was hungrily deepthroating my husband in record time as my husband rubbed both of his hands in Cameron’s hair. When I looked at his face, it was a mixture of pleasure and surprise. I don’t think he expected for Cameron to suck cock that well either.

After a few minutes, my husband pulled Cameron up by his armpits back to a standing position and they kissed hard. He wrapped his arms around Cameron’s waist and grabbed his perfect bubble butt. My husband had a hand on each cheek, and Cameron’s ass was more than a handful. My husband moaned as he rubbed Cameron’s ass around, and you could tell he wanted to claim that ass as his own.

Cameron led him over to the couch and forced my husband to sit down. All I could see was the back of my husband’s head as Cameron disappeared on his knees again. Cameron’s head started bobbing up and down into view and he went down on him, and my husband interlaced his fingers behind his head and truly relaxed. Cameron then stood up and started lowering his ass onto my husband’s cock. I couldn’t see anything since the back of the couch was in my way, but the horniness on Cameron’s face was evident. This was no longer about me fulfilling a fantasy for me—he wanted my husband inside him. They struggled for a few minutes, because of his size.

“Fuck that’s the biggest I’ve ever had,” Cameron whimpered out as he gained a rhythm.

“That’s only a couple inches.” I heard my husband say.

Determined to take it, Cameron lowered himself more and really started to moan. My husband reached down to have his hands on his hips to pull him back onto it more. Cameron then, without pulling out, swiveled around to face my husband. “There ya go” he said as Cameron took it deeper. The pleasure on Cameron’s face was insane—his mouth was hanging out, his eyes were shut, and he kept throwing his head back as he jerked his cock. I could see his twink-y biceps flexing as he stroked.

They were sweating. I could see it sliding down between Cameron’s pecs and my husband’s back was slick. Cameron hopped off for a few minutes and told my husband to get behind him and fuck him doggie over the back of the couch. He looked me dead in the eyes as my husband slid back inside him.

“Mmmm it feels bigger,” he whimpered out. He never broke eye contact with me.

“I’m going to fuck you like you always wanted,” my husband grimaced. I love his cocky alpha top smile. “Fuck your ass is perfect” he added.

“Better than Joey’s?” Cameron asked.

“Better than Joey’s. By a fucking mile,” my husband said, throwing his head back. The tuft of chest hair between his big pecs was soaked.

“You’re deeper than Lucas could ever be. I’ve never had a man that deep…mmmm…fuccckkk meeee…” he whimpered.

The sounds of my husband’s hips smacking Cameron’s ass was so loud that I didn’t have to worry about making any sound. My hands was soaking wet with precum. I had to cover my mouth with my free hand to keep my heavy breathing down.

They both had incredible stamina—it was like they didn’t want it to end so they kept slowing down, speeding up, slowing down, speeding up. My husband flipped him onto his back onto the couch and all I could see was my husband’s beefy chest flexing as he spread Cameron’s ankles wider and wider. I was edging in that closet for a solid 45 minutes.

After they slowed down, Cameron unexpectedly got up, grabbed my breathless husband’s hand and led them out of sight. What the fuck was going on? I stood there, cock in hand, for a few minutes in complete silence. Then I heard moaning again. They moved to another room. Cameron and Lucas shared a bedroom off the main hallway, so I assumed that’s where they were. What the fuck was I supposed to do?

“Fuck me harder, baby. Gimme that huge cock!” came from the hall.

Fuck it. I sneaked out of the closet, completely naked and sneaked down the hall. I had to go slow in order to make sure the floorboards didn’t creak. I could hear the smacksmacksmack growing louder and faster, but I needed to stay completely silent so I wouldn’t get caught.

Cameron only had a sheet acting as a bedroom door. If it wasn’t there, you could see straight into the bedroom. It wasn’t fully pulled back. All the motion in the bedroom was making the curtain waft soooo very slowly….back…and forth…baaaack…and forth. One minute, I could see my husband’s ass flexing as he drilled Cameron’s hole, but then the next, I could only hear their incredible sex. I stood there with my dick in my hand as I was only afforded the quickest glimpses into their fucking.

They were getting close. It was passionate, hard, sweaty, long-awaited fucking. Cameron was beating off hard with one hand as he grabbed my husband’s ass with the other. I could see them occasionally kissing, but they were grunting deep. Animalistic fucking, by this point.

My husband grabbed Cameron’s ankles and spread him wide again.

“Where do you want this cum, baby?”

“In me!”

“Ohhh…you want me to fill up that hot hole, baby?”

“Yes…I’ve wanted your cum since I was 16…gimme that cum…”

As soon as those words came out of Cameron’s mouth, my husband thrust into him so hard that Cameron’s eyes almost bugged out. His ass kept convulsing as he shot spurt after spurt of cum into him, pulling him into a sweet embrace as Cameron shot a big load on his own chest. He moaned very softly and gently.

I had to tiptoe back into the closet as they laid there. I thought they would cuddle, but my husband came out after a few minutes. His chest had some of Cameron’s load smeared across it. They must have been making out for a while. He got dressed and they made small talk. As he was ready to go, they kissed a little bit more and he left.

Cameron opened the closet door and said, “That was the best fucking I’ve ever had.”

At the same time, he realized I didn’t cum yet. We started making out as I jerked off. We sat on the couch and he talked dirty to me.

“After he came, he told me that he was going to fuck me again…his cock is so big…I can still feel him…his cum is so deep in me…”

When he said that, he grabbed my free hand and put it between his legs. He guided my fingers to his wet hole and I could feel some of my husband’s load on the hairs on his ass. I started to finger him and I could feel how hot his hole was. It radiated heat and it was so wet.

I stood up, got between his legs and guided my dick inside him. He wasn’t expecting it, and instinctively grabbed his cock. I slide into very slowly.  I wanted to feel just how open and warm his hole was from my husband’s cock. Amazingly, it was still kind of tight, but the wetness got me so hot. As soon as I got balls deep I started getting close. Feeling my husband’s handiwork, I started exploding rope after rope of cum inside him. I couldn’t stop. I grabbed Cameron’s ankles and started thrusting into him deep. His cock was hard again. “Harder, baby” he said as I finished cumming inside him. I collapsed on him and we made out slowly. We laid on the couch cuddling for a few minutes, and I helped him cum a second time. We talked dirty and how we wanted to do this again.

I got dressed, thanked him, and left. When I left Cameron’s apartment building, I had a text from my husband that said, “When you said you’d let me fuck other guys…how serious were you about that…?”

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Damn! How did u boys liked it? It got me hard here for sure.

Who’s next? Or what should my little cuck @jomothehomo write about this time?

Don’t be shy cucks, your boys aren’t.

❝ I want to spend my life with you ❞

Plot: Your boyfriend Yoongi has become over protective and possessive after what happened and you two fight.This is a second part of this scenario “No one can touch you

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 2,5k+

Genre: Mafia!AU / Fluffy in the end. 

For anon, I hope you like it! M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“Where are you going?” Yoongi’s gentle voice came from behind your back and lifting your eyes you saw his reflection in the mirror.  

He was wearing a black suit and a silver tie that you gave him a few months earlier, seemed one of those models just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine.  

“I need to get some air Yoongi..”  

“Fine, but Jungkook will be with you.” His bossy tone won’t surprised but annoyed you; “is it clear?”  

“Yoongi, I don’t need Jungkook.”  

“He’s one of my best men. If I say he shall be with you, he will stay with you. ” His tone was more annoyed than normal and he closed the issue with a wave of his hand, leaving you alone again. Just you and your own reflection in the mirror.  

Watching yourself you noticed you have lost weight and dark circles under your eyes were the witness of your struggle to sleep.  

It had been only three weeks since your kidnapping but, as normal, you were bringing the consequences on you. Fear had become a second skin for you but the behavior of your boyfriend made thing even worse.  

You could understand his fear, but he was suffocating you and it was a worse feeling than being tied to a chair for countless hours  

The container of the cream for the body you had in your hands ended up on the sink shelf, you didn’t have time to be gentle and put it back in place.  

You came out of the bathroom at a brisk pace, managing to lock Yoongi before he left your room.  

You stood between him and the door, throwing your arms slightly open and preventing him from getting the handle and letting you really alone.  

He raised an eyebrow in a curious expression while remaining silent, waiting for you to say something.  

“I don’t need Jungkook.”  

“It wasn’t my request, it was an order.” He remarked, his voice low and raspy while approached his face to yours; “Isn’t it clear, baby?”  

“I don’t need him. You’re acting like a fool Yoongi… Kyunsoo had a score to settle with you, but I think everyone are so terrorized by you now and therefore it’s impossible that they would touch me.”  It Was what you were saying for days and seemed to play better than you kept repeating into your mind.   

“Fool? A Fool? My girlfriend was almost killed and I’m the one who is acting like a fool? ”  

“Yes.. ”  

“It was an order, Y/N. I don’t want to discuss this further. ” He silenced you in less than two seconds, clutching his hands under your armpits and lifted you effortlessly by moving the door.  

Your eyes crossed for a second when he opened the door. His eyes were looking for the challenge into yours, yours were looking for some glimmer of understanding for you into his.  

But both were disappointed with the result and he went out without saying goodbye or give you a slight kiss on your lips as he used to do.  

“Y/N, are you re-shit, sorry I didn’t know you were still in your underwear” Jungkook’s shocked gaze was the thing you saw moments later, leaving him, however, enter the room with an angry snort  "I.. I l-look out… “  

"You kill people and you’re ashamed of a woman in babydoll?”  

Your question bowled him more than your clothing and a slight motion of tenderness possessed you. Jungkook was younger than you, but he was a ruthless serial killer when necessary. Yoongi took him under his wing when he was just a kid, that world had been imposed on him. He had not chosen as you had done years before.  

“Ten minutes and I’m ready, wait out Kookie.” You dismissed him and the relief on his face made you smile when he literally ran out of the room.  

Now you were alone, you just think of a way to escape Yoongi’s protection. A challenge more than difficult to nearly impossible.  

~ ~

“He was looking at you.”  

“While two people are talking it’s normal to look each other. ”  

“No, he was looking at you into a way I know all too well.” He was angry and as his voice that his taut body could make you understand; “But he’s going to get what he deserves.” He added with a slightly satisfied sneer.  

The space was dimly in the limo but you got to look back at him, knowing that your expression was even angrier than he was him.  

“What did you do?”  

“He’ll remember that he shouldn’t look at my woman in certain ways.”  

“YOONGI.” You shouted at him but he didn’t seem to have heard; “Yoongi answer me.”  

“I didn’t kill him if that’s what you’re thinking. But then again, only I can look at you in certain ways. ”  

“You’re crossing the bounds, Yoongi.”  

“You’re mine and so you’ve to stay.” He whispered into your ear, but you pushed him away causing yet another smirk. You hated that expression onto hi face, but you couldn’t slap him despite the urge.  

“Stay in the car, I’ve something to do.”  

“More orders. Did I become one of your men? ”  

“Don’t discuss baby, I’ll be right there in a few minutes.”  

“Whatever you say, Sir.”  

Reproached him in the way his men did seemed to annoy him, but he said nothing and got out of the car. You were ready to get off when the black window that divided the driver’s seat from the rest of the limo was lowered.  

“Y/N.. You’re locked in. ”  

“HOSEOK.”  

“Boss’ orders Y/N. ” He apologized with a little smile, making you sigh in despair. “He’s acting like this for your sake.”  

“It’s killing me so and he seems to not realize it.”  

~ ~

Taehyung and Namjoon were holding Yoongi while you were in your room.  

“DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU’LL WALK OUT THAT DOOR? RATHER I’LL KILL MYSELF! ”  

“Yoongi calm down.” The tone almost despaired of Namjoon managed to get even at your ears, while the tears continued to slip copious on your cheeks.  

You’ve never discussed that way, but you were coming to a limit that you couldn’t bear any more.  

“Y/N I’M TALKING TO YOU. COME HERE RIGHT NOW! ”  

“FUCK OFF YOONGI, OKAY? I’M FUCKING SICK OF YOU AND THIS WHOLE SITUATION. ”  You stand at the door, your eyes were red and swollen, while you hurl against him everything that he gave you in those weeks. Almost like they were justifications for his attitude. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?? LEAVE ME ALONE, I WANT TO GET OUT. YOU’VE BECOME OBSESSIVE AND OPPRESSIVE. THAT’S NOT THE RELATIONSHIP I WANT. ”  

“I’M DOING THIS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, FUCK. IS IT SO HARD TO ABIDE BY MY RULES? ”  

“THERE ARE YOUR MEN FOR THAT!” You shouted hurling yet another expensive bracelet, striking though Taehyung that remained silent since your strength was poor in those days due to lack of sleep.  

“YOU’RE MINE Y/N, THEN MY RULES APPLY EQUALLY TO YOU.” He yelled back, trying to wriggle from the grip of his men; “GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE AND I SWEAR THAT IT’S OVER. I WON’T BE HERE ANYMORE TO PROTECT YOU. ”  

His threat was another blow to your heart. You wanted it all but not that your relationship was over. In spite of that world, Yoongi was the man of your life. But he needed to reconsider his behavior and that was the only way to make him do that. Leave him.  

Without taking anything, everything was his despite you worked and you still had your apartment outside Seoul, you bypassed the three men and directed towards the door.  

Namjoon and Taehyung had left the grip on Yoongi, who was immobile at the center of the salon and was looking at you, shortness of breath and broken because of the screams.  

“You’re not protecting me Yoongi, you’re suffocating me.”  

Saying that you came out of your house, without looking back.  

~ ~

Your apartment was even smaller as than you remembered and was incredibly quiet.  

The only sounds that you could hear were your sobs and the television you had access both to keep you company.  

Despite the orders of Yoongi, Seokjin had followed you and now he was on the threshold of the door, while watched you in absolute silence.  

“You know that he’ll punish you, Seokjin?” Sobbing you said, lifting your eyes to him.  

“Never leave a girl in tears, you never know what could happen.” It was his answer, that brought you a little smile. You patted the spot next to you and he immediately refused nodded, remaining in his corner.  

“Seokjin I never understand your reasons.. Neither you nor Jimin. You’re so kind… ”   

“Because we’re gangsters?”  

You nodded and he was feeling almost at right to give you a long and detailed answer so he moved away from the wall but sat into the Chair next to the couch. You were pretty sure Yoongi had warned everyone to stay away from you, when you had started to date, and Seokjin’s behavior increasingly convinced you.  

“Our parents were gangster and so we ha–” He began to say when the doorbell made jump both and his hand immediately ran to the gun hidden under the leather jacket he was wearing. “Are you waiting for someone?” He asked, suspiciously.  

“Y/N; open… it’s me. ”  

On hearing the voice of his boss Seokjin relaxed slightly, although in his eyes you could read the fear of the sure punishment that he would have to undergo. He got up and went to the door, past the hallway that divided the living room from the entrance, but you stayed on the couch. Wrapped in blankets seeking warmth.  

“Wait in the car Seokjin.”  

“Yes, Sir.”  

“And.. thank you, for staying with her.”  

-At least he’s still able to show gratitude, what a miracle . - It was your thinking, while you lay your eyes on television without paying the slightest attention.  

“Y/N?”  

“Go away.”  

“No.” You wanted to beat him but his tone forced you to watch him.  

He was broken, you could see it into his eyes. He was broken as much as you were, but you held by up to go to hug him.  

He came towards you but sat on the coffee table, trying to make you pay attention to him. Your red eyes rested on him and even though he had not wept, it was clear that he was in pain.  

“Yoongi, what do you want?”  

“You… and you know it. ”  

“You said that if I exit from our home, it was over.”  

“I was scared.”  

In two years you’ve never heard those words come out of his mouth and was that to upset you more. He had put his pride aside other times during your quarrels, but he had never admitted to being frightened by something.  

Yoongi leaned towards you, pushing aside the blanket and took your hands on his own. You didn’t withdraw them but you were still unwilling to listen to him.  

“The day I met you, I also discovered something new.” He muttered holding his gaze onto your hands; “There was someone capable of making me feel fear. You intimidated me Y/N and I don’t think you have ever realized. ”  

“Bullshit. When we first met, you were an asshole. ”  

“Yes, I was, but inside I kept wondering how the hell you couldn’t be afraid of me or… from what I was. ”  

You were about to argue again, you’d never been the girl to remain silent or to comply with every rule, when he knelt down in front of you.  

“What are you doing?” You asked, finally succeeding in blocking the sobs.  

“Can you be quiet for a moment, Y/N?”  

His question was veiled of desperation so you froze completely from saying something, just nodded continuing to watch him without understanding what was going on.  

“I know that my world isn’t the best;” He began to say, most clutching your hands into his. “and a few weeks ago you had a very clear demonstration. When Jimin told me you were missing my world is literally collapsed. It took Seokjin and Jungkook to stop me because just knew what had happened I just wanted to kill him without thinking of the consequences. I had to get rid of this idea because you are the person most precious to me. ”  

“Yoo–sorry, go on.” You apologized immediately and bit the tip of your tongue to silence.  

“When you were in my arms, safe and sound, the fear hasn’t gone away. It was there to make me aware that I might lose you at any moment. I just couldn’t figure out how to protect yourself without becoming a despot and believe me, I’m sorry for that. ” He continued to talk while you were looking at him and the desire to hug him grew more and more; “I wanted to do a few weeks ago but.. In short, everything happened and I couldn’t find the right opportunity. ”  

He left your hands just to grab something from the gray jacket he was wearing and you saw a small box in his hands so you finally understood.  

Even his hands, firm as usual, trembled when he opened the small box showing you an engagement ring. It was white gold, your favorite and it was as simple as perfect. Above all, it was the ring that you two had seen together several months before and you’d want to buy because you were in love with at first sight.  

“Y/N… I know I’m asking a lot because you’re aware of the risks. But I’d be the happiest man in the world if you’ll say yes. ”  

“Y-Yoongi” Your voice trembled, while other tears itchy your eyes and began to slide on your face.  

“I want to spend my life with you, in all circumstances and at all times. Would you do me the honor of marrying me, Y/N? ” He asked, and his eyes were shining with excitement, while his hands began to tremble even more violently.

“Yes, Yes and Yes again, Min Yoongi.”

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Derek swears someone is using his pool. He doesn’t have evidence, but things look slightly out of place when he gets back from his business trip. It isn’t really that noticeable and when he had Cora check on his place a few days ago, she said everything looked normal. 

It’s really just a feeling. A feeling that someone is using his pool. 

With a sigh, he shakes it off. It’s nothing, nothing substantial at least. He grabs his briefcase and suitcase and leaves the house for his business trip. It is always a drag going across the country to New York to deal with corporate. He has to put on his best suit and pack his other good suits, and then he has to somehow manage not to get too wrinkled on the plane on the way there, and it is a long flight from California to New York.

But this is what he chose to do. This is what he got his business degree for. He owns a bakery and now there is a corporation for it to make more bakeries, and really, he didn’t think his bakery would get this far. There are investors and CEOs to talk to now. He hates talking to people.

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Black Butterflies

It’s been ages since I wrote drama or angst so here it is. Tell me what do you think about it.! Enjoy. Part 2

Word count :: 2037 


Lie. Every single word he told you was a lie. From the moment you noticed the changed in his sudden behavior you knew that were something going on off the track. But you never thought that it would create such a big mess, leading you both to the current situation.

You knew that marriage wasn’t easy. You knew that in this aspect of life you both were gonna have fights. In order to have attraction post positive and negative traits are required. So did marriage. In order to work properly there has to be fights and loves to make up for it. A few months into it, you both promised that you and Harry are never gonna  fight, you both swore to always have faith in each other, but somethings never go according to the plan. They turn out who the they’re suppose to be.

Love was nowhere found now. There were only fights and fights. Shouting and screaming that’s all you did. Sometimes your throat used to get sore because of that. You didn’t enjoyed going back to your house just to see your husband sprawled on the couch doing nothing anymore. It all started to bother you.


You hated Mondays. You weren’t being able to get enough rest on weekends due to Rose and Noah. Noah just started his school and he needed a lot of attention due to his homework. Though Harry was there to help but you were’t the only one who was being shouted at but your kids were also. When the first time Noah and Rose told you how Harry always was on his phone and when they asked him to help them with their homework, he yelled at them saying ‘Go ask your super mum for help’. Poor Noah started crying and since that day they both refused to lean upon Harry for anything. They were completely dependent upon you now. They even refused to have anything purchased from his money.

You heels were digging underneath your feet and your back was paining from the long day at work spent in giving presentation. Being the CEO of the firm wasn’t easy but you were proud of your position, at least it helped you to earn enough for you and your kids to eat and live peacefully.

You opened the door of your house and the every fist thing you saw was how very untidy it was. Harry wasn’t from the messy ones but he changed. Groaning you bent down and picked up the dirty socks which greeted you.

“Noah ! Rose!!” You called for your kids but got nothing in reply. The house was empty and quite and had a pin drop silence. The only thing which could be heard was of the typing sound that probably was coming from the living room where Harry laid on the couch. His eyes dug in his phone glistening the green color. God he was beautiful. Only if he knew how much Harry was hurting you.

There was a time when Harry feared hurting you. He couldn’t bear the tears in your eyes but now it seemed like he quite enjoyed doing that.

You cleared your throat grabbing his attention. His eyes moved from his phone to your direction and went back to the gadget. This hurt you. Everything he did hut you.

“Where are the kids?” You asked folding your arms around your chest.

“I sent them t’ your parent’s house” he replied still busy in typing.

“Why?”

“They were bugging meh” And this was enough to set you off verge. Without thinking any further, you straight away snatched the phone from his hand and slammed it down on the table breaking the tempered glass covered screen of it.

Harry shot up immediately. His face red from anger and you prepared yourself from the outcome of it.

“What the fuck are yeh doin??!!” he shouted picking up his phone.

“What important work were you doing Harry that made you sent our kids away from us!?” You yelled walking to him.

“Well if you would’ve taught your kids some manners” Seriously. Your kids. This time it punched you in the kids. He was a complete different man. It was okay till it all was till you but now it was for his kids as well. The poor little thing, always kept asking what’s wrong with their day, why doesn’t he loves them anymore. Noah always prayed to god to forgive them that made his father hate him. They cried for him every day. And Harry standing in front of you now eve neglected to cal his own kids his.

You cried as you fell on your knees with a loud thud. Harry’s face turned to you as he saw your trembling figure on the ground. Your sobs were loud and painful enough for him to realize what he’s done.

You could feel your heart being squeezed to death. The pain in your chest grew heavy with you’ve been carrying from months now. The faith you had, believed that one day everything will be okay seemed to be gone replaced by the dark reality of this illuminated house that had nothing but two stranger with memories inside it.

“Y/n…” Harry whispered kneeling down beside you. His cold hands coming in contact with you as you were being pulled to his chest. Instantly wrapping your arms around him after what felt like decades, you sobbed. Everything at that time made you cry. It was his skin, his scent, his soul.

“Why?” You cried.

“Why do you keep doing this?” You tightened your grip as harry rested his chin on the top of your head. Warm droplets of tears landing on your head. He was crying. Why was he crying when he was the one hurting you. Furious to get the answer you pulled away.

“You have no right to cry!” You roared standing up. Tears yet continued to fall.

“You aren’t the one hurting here, you aren’t the one being bombarded by their kids’ questions why daddy isn’t loving them anymore. Y-you aren’t the one getting broken day by day” You whispered the last part. And it was true. Everyday a little piece of you was gone. The pain was eating you alive. You heart was already crushed and the remaining was yet to be. All the butterflies were dead. They were killed by the only person who created them.

“Why are you standing dumb? Tell me!” You shouted.

“i CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE” Harry yelled. You laughed sarcastically.

“I should be the one saying that. Why cant you do this anymore? Sick of me already. Bored ?” You asked huffing.

“Because i feel like I can’t love yeh anymore. It’s just too much for meh right now. What do ya think? This all isn’t hurting meh huh?”

“Then why’re you doing this? We can fix this mess Harry” You pleaded holding his hands.

“Yeh deserve better m’love” He said looking away holding his tears. His chin started to wobble and tears fell down his cheek. You stood on your toes to hug him. Harry squeezed your body to his hiding his face in the crook of your neck. His warm cheeks wetting your skin.

“I want you baby. No body else.” You cried

“i want yeh happy”

“I am happy with you! Look I am smiling” you cried trying to put a fake smile on your lips but failed miserably as the cries and whimpers took over. Shaking his head, Harry turned his back to you.

“I want a divorce.”

Divorce.

You felt air being sucked out of your lungs. After all this time, you thought he’d understand how you all are a family and how much you love him but he doesn’t seems to like that plan. But he liked to end and conclude the fight with an agreement of divorce.

Later that night you found yourself awake, eyes heavy and swollen with tears starring emotionless at the ceiling that had night glow moon and stars stickers on it. The bedroom still smelled the same as it used you during your childhood says. Walls had lots of memories printed on it that only you could see.

You blinked away the tears missing how happy you were being a kid. No drama, no pain. Just love and affection of your parents. You missed how they nurtured you and bought up so well. A whimpered left your mouth when you realized how unlucky Noah and Rose were. They wouldn’t get any of that. They won’t be able to have the fatherly love that you had when their own father refused to call them his. You muffled your cries putting a hand over your mouth as the memories started to hit.

“What do you think it is gonna be H?” You asked holding your bump admiring yourself in the mirror. You were going to find out the gender of the baby. The whole day Harry’s been excited and now he was getting ready to the doctor.

Smilingly, he walked to you and wrapped his arms around your waist putting his hands on top of your, his head resting on your shoulder as he placed a warm kiss on your cheeks.

“I think it’s a baby girl. Pretty and beautiful like her mummy” He said softly nuzzling his face in your neck. And for the fifth time that day you felt his warm tears on your skin.

“God gonna love the baby and yeh forever. I ain’t ever gonna leave yeh poppet.”

The pain was unbearable.

You eyes were tired of crying but the memories kept haunting you.

“God I’m scared” You said as you laid on the bed with your head on Harry’s chest.

“wha’s wrong peaches?” Harry asked, his chest vibrating under your ear with every word he spoke

“I’m scared of getting married” You said

“why?”

“because people always end up getting drifted away or falling out of love and ending up with a divorce. I cant bear the pain of getting a divorce.”

“Who said yeh’re gonna get a divorce huh? I’m never gonna leave yeh. Hear tha’? He said and you perched up a little so that you can have a sight of his lovely face.

“You think we’ll get married?”

“I know we will and i know we’ll make it to the end as well” He said and connected his mouth to yours.

Liar. He was a liar, his love was a lie.

All that time he promised to love you and cherish you forever was fake. He made promises just to break them. He promised to take care of his kids but what he actually did? Turned his back to them.

You couldn’t help but blame yourself for causing it. Maybe it was you because of him he got away. Maybe it was you who wasn’t there for him? But how could it be you when all you did was love him with all you have.

You closed your eyes tight to get rid of the haunting memories when you heard the door open and close and soon there was a little human cuddling to your side. You rolled on your back and found rose who immediately wrapped her arms around you and hide her face in your chest. Her wet tears strained pressed up against tightly your skin as she continued to sob.

“I-I don’t wanna a new mommy” she cried.

“new mommy” You asked slightly confused to as what the little girl was saying.

“Y-yesterday when I was playing in my room and went to kitchen for juice I-I saw a big gwirl like you kissing daddy” She cried at the end because she always knew that the only person Harry kissed that way was you and seeing him kissing some other woman who wasn’t you hurt her. You couldn’t feel anything that moment as numbness too over your half alive soul.

“Her name was Kristine.”

So it was Kristine who made it difficult. But if Harry was happy then why can’t you?

BTS Reaction #36 - Their wife being pregnant and they find her adorable

anon asked: Hello! I was wondering if you could do a BTS Reaction to how cute they think their s/o looks pregnant (waddling, looking like you strapped a disco ball to the front of you, your shirts ride up when you reach for something, etc…) lol sorry I didn’t know if I should give examples or not :S .. Anyways  Thank you so much!! ♡ :)   ~this is my first time requesting I’m sorry! ♡

Seokjin: “I always joke around babe, but I’m dead serious when I say I want to paint your stomach to look like a basketball right now.”

He’s constantly touching your stomach, amazed at the size that it’s getting. He also gets really mushy and teary eyed quite often, telling you spontaneously how absolutely stunned he is that this is his life and how lucky he feels to have you and now the baby.

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Namjoon: He’s constantly looking to other people around the two of you as you walk around, giggling and pointing out to them how cute you are.

“DID YOU SEE HER WADDLE LIKE A PENGUIN?! HOW CAN SOMEONE BE THAT CUTE!?”

You’d have to occasionally swat the back of his head to get him to stop grinning and giggling at you like a moron.

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