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Self Care

It’s Mental Health Month. May 1st. The beginning of it. I just want to post some tips on what I find useful when I feel anxious, depressed or lonely. Some tips on how to care for yourself mixed in here too. I know what it’s like to feel like nothing is going to work out and you feel like there is no point anymore. I still get sad from time to time but here is what I try to do to lower those horrible feelings. 

  1. Music 
    When I feel down I put on my chill playlist and listen to the songs. Not just recognize that the song is playing. I listen to every word, every beat, every instrument that makes a sound. I listen so hard that I forget everything else around me and forget everything that is going on in my head for a while. This actually really helps and especially if it’s a slow song, something that matches my mood. 
  2. Reading 
    Reading is one of my favourite things to do. I’m in love with words. And getting deep into one of my favourite books helps me forget for a while. Grab something to drink and maybe a snack, find a quiet and comfy place to relax and let yourself fall into a book. 
  3. Eat 
    When I feel depressed my appetite can go away pretty quickly. But if you don’t eat, you’ll feel even more tired and low. And that’s not good. So eat. Not junk food. Maybe a treat every now and again but make sure to eat healthy too. Fruit or vegetables. Maybe make some type of sandwhich or maybe eat a bowl of porridge. Whatever you want to make. But remember, not always junk food. And drink lot’s and lot’s of water. 
  4. Shower or bath 
    If you feel all ugh, and ew take a long warm shower or a bath full of bubbles. Taking a shower or bath might help you feel more relaxed and feel more taken care of. And keeping yourself fresh and clean will help help boost your system. 
  5. Fresh air 
    When I’m down, I get lazy. So the whole ‘take a long walk’ thing doesn’t go with me. What I like to do instead is open a window and stand there or take a chair and sit near there. I’m getting fresh air into my lungs which is good and I don’t need to get up and go outside to do it. Now getting exercise is a good thing to do too because it’ll boost your system also. But when you really can’t get up and walk far, just go to a window and read or listen to music.
  6. Cry 
    Yes crying is on this list. When you really need to let those tears out, just do it. If you’re in a place you feel comfortable enough to do it. Let it all out, for however long you need to. Crying doesn’t make you weak or a loser or whatever you think it makes you. It helps you. Instead of holding all those feelings in, you can let them out by crying. So just do it because a cry every now and again, will make you feel a little better. Hopefully. 
  7. Decorate and change it up
    This may be an odd one but it helps me. When I’m sad I’ll look up some quotes that I really like, write them on some paper and decorate the paper and stick it on my wall. Or sometimes I sift things around. If I think something in my room would look better in a different position then I’ll move it. I’ll maybe take some things down and hang something new up instead. Tidy my room too if it needs it. This helps because I’m focusing on other things. Where will this go? Does this look good on this wall? Things like that. Try it and see. 
  8.  Breathe 
    When I feel like I can’t breathe, I remember that I just need to take a minute. Look at my surroundings. What’s the colour of the walls? Breathe. What’s in the room? Breathe. What’s the weather like outside? Breathe. What’s my favourite food? Breathe. Do I have any plans this week? Breathe. Ask yourself some questions. Answer them and breathe. Breathe, breathe and breathe. Don’t let you make yourself small. Think bigger than what that stupid annoying voice in your head is telling you. Breathe. Because you’re worth it.

I hope these tips helped. I really do. And please, please REMEMBER… you are beautiful. You are so amazing and this world needs you in it. Maybe you feel like no one cares. But I guarantee you there is somebody out there who thinks the world of you. You are somebody’s moon. You’re that person who lights up the darkness for them. Don’t let your light go out. Stay strong and remember to love yourself and take care of yourself. You guys are more than welcome to ask me something if you need any advice or have any questions. The door is open and you are welcome. 

Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you (part 3)


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Young!Reader x Uncle!Kol, Young!Reader x Father!Klaus, Young!Reader x Uncle!Elijah

I took a deep breath as the cold air pricked my skin. * why is it so fucking cold *. I pull my jacket closer to my body as the wind blows down the school hallway. “Hurry up Y/n,” my friends Jason and Kara say waiting for me at the gym door. We were heading to the gym since we have to go talk to our gym coach about the pacer test along with meet Hope. ^ Whoopee!^

“Slow down guys remember crouches,” I say tilting my head to the crutches in my hands. “Sorry Black Canary,” says Jason using my nicknames while scratching the back of his head as I finally catch up with them. “It’s fine to let’s just go before lunch ends I am hungry,” I said as we head into the gym when I remembered my plan. I still need to give Jason and Kara the goodbye letters. *Oh yeah soon I won’t see them for as long as they think we will. At least now I won’t be able to bother them anymore. Jason won’t have to wait for me at the end of the street so we could talk. And he could go out with Hope like he wanted to. Kara would have less competition when it comes to ballet tryouts. I am doing them a solid they don’t need to baby me anymore. No one will not even myself* I thought. *The voices will stop no more looking at the knife, in lust. Or wanting to kill someone, along with dreams of torture*. ^Yeah honey like we said your end is the end^. I felt like screaming as the Voice poisonous sound rings through me.

“Hey are you ok, ” asks Kara. “Yeah don’t worry about it I am just thinking about something,”.^More like hearing something, but don’t worry it will end soon just remember the goodbye^.

“Hey if you guys don’t see me for a while, remember that I love you guys ok, “I said not looking at them to see their faces.

“What do you mean are you going somewhere ?” Said Kara frantic, she was always caring for me but if you annoy her too long she will fight you in a heartbeat. “No nothing major just you know visiting some family for a while, ” I said as Jason goes to talk to out gym coach for us while we talk. ^family on the other side^

“But why all your family lives in New Orleans?”She asked. “No not all of them I have am Aunt who lives in Maryland,”I lie.^Ooohh lying you your best friend when you know it’s your last time to see her how pityful^

“How long is a while? Wait are you sure cause Hop–”

“Look it doesn’t matter what Hope says or doesn’t I am nor Hope nor will I ever be.  I am just going away for some time and to answer your how long question. I am not sure but I will come back ok?” I lie. *Thou I hate lying to them it is necessary for their own good. She doesn’t need to know, I am just a burden her parents don’t even like me as they prefer Hope. Once again Hope wins The Voices in my head win. But soon it won’t matter I am ending this soon maybe in the next life I will be happier. *

“Plus I am going cause of family issues something happened with Hope and they think it’s best I go away for a while. just for two weeks,“ I said then took out her letter. ” Here in two days open this letter if I don’t tell you everything that’s going on OK? But you gotta promise me that you won’t tell Jason, I will tell him later on in the day okay.“ She nodded. I wanted to tell her more. Tell her everything but I knew if I did then she would try to convince me not too which wouldn’t help anyone.

“Hey,” said Jason poking my cheek and breaking me from my thoughts. “Huh,” I turn to face then but both of then have confusion written on their face.“Sorry just thinking of when we are going for the trip,” I said acting excited.

“Are you sure?” said Kara death staring me in the eyes and poking my chest. “Yes, Kara I am 100% sure now stop poking me,” I said moving away from her so she nor Jason can poke me. Jason frowns while Kara fake cries. “Oh hey guys,” said Hope as she joins us. We haven’t talked ever since she came into my room last week, which I am grateful for but sadly she decided to hang out with Kara, and Jason. I don’t get how someone can be so fake. She acts like we never had a problem with each other in the first place.*^I do it’s just like how you’re being fake about killing yourself^ Ignoring the voice to best I can I focus on what it in front of me. Jason and Kara are laughing at some joke Hope said. *Jason, kara I am going to miss you two so much but this is for your own good you guys can’t be doing this to you guys, pulling you into my life no point punishing you guys for my sins and mistakes.* I thought.^Yet here you are still in their lives hurry up ^ 

“Yeah I  just a lot on my mind,” I said leaning onto him. Jason, Kara and I always had this kind of relationship. Always caring and supporting each other.  *It doesn’t matter now does it. It’s too later be thinking about that, not like things will get better or something.* I thought as we were about to enter the cafeteria when Kara was called for early dismissal.^finally your thinking like me so why don’t you finish it ^ I felt like another person was in the room whispering this in my ears, but guess what I am falling for it.

I pull Kara in for a hug, not a side hug like I normally do but a full one. I take in her scent as she wraps her arms around me. She smells like strawberries and banana. I felt happy in her arms as her body heat radiates onto me.I felt at peace, nothing could make me mad, or want to cry, the bad thoughts went away. I was at peace and happy, but like all good stuff, it must come to an end  "See you tomorrow,“ she said as we let go then ran off. I felt tears prick my eyes. “Come Canary time food,” Jason puts his arm around me as we went over to the lunch line.^Yeah get your last meal before you pass^ said Voice, might as well give it a name since it will with me till my end.

——————————-Time skip bros end of the school day ———————

I took a deep breath as I walk over to the outside bench with Jason, my crush, behind me. “Hey, are you OK?” He said as he places our stuff down and takes a seat. “ Yeah Just haven’t been getting the best sleep,” I sorta lie.^liar liar death on fire ^

The truth is that I try not to sleep at all and use coffee creamer to stay up planning my end and writing my goodbye letters. Half of my goodbyes are finished. And I already choose the outfit I am going to wear. Just cause I am going to die doesn’t mean I cannot be happy as I do it. But mostly it’s because at night I have nightmares and I wake up screaming which annoys the living hell out of everyone at home, one way to not annoy them is to not sleep ya know.

“So when do you want me to come over for Ms.Greene’s. Project ?”

“Oh right about that—”. ^You can’t cause I am going to kill myself ^ I shake my head trying to get those word out of my head.

“Let me guess I can’t cause of family issues and you cannot come to my house cause Your not allowed out the house for reasons your not telling me,” he said. I felt guilty for leaving him hanging so much lately. We have been best friends since pre-k. We used to play with the building blocks as Marcel would take us to the playground. I sigh as Jason rubs the back of his neck.”What is up with you ever since Kara and I have been hanging out with Hope and you got your leg hurt you have just been so distant

“Look Jason I know I normally tell you everything but honestly. I think I just need some space,” I said. I grew cold with every word I said to him. I am not sure if it was because of the cold but I knew it was most likely for the best. ^You’re going to die soon don’t make it harder for us ^ said Voice in my head.

“So are you still gonna come to my basketball game today after school right?” His eyes lighted. I  wanted to yes so I can see crush the  other team.“ No, I won’t I got to head to the Quarter house,” I said to him. His smile disappears from his face.

“B-but you always come to them so we can have Ice cream,” I take a deep breath .*I wish we could do that forever * I thought as I took his hand in mine  "Look Jason I know we always do that but I can’t this time —“

“Ahh  Y/n there you are.  ” I said Uncle Elijah and Hope. I quickly let go of Jason’s hand and put my hands on my crutches. * shoot I forgot Uncle Elijah was picking me and Hoe I mean Hope up* I thought as Jason picks up his books. I opened my mouth to talk him but he was already walking away. “I will finish Ms.Greene’s  project on my own. let you have some Space,” he spat out the words like daggers then disappeared in the distance between us.

I place my stuff in my backpack, slipped it on and went to Uncle Elijah and Hope beginning our trek to the house.

I pull out my iPod and headphones and start listening to ‘work out’ by j cole. He is one of Jason and I favorite singers. We walked together for thirty-five minutes before Uncle Elijah actually talks to me. Hope is on Uncle Elijah back since she got tired ten minutes ago from walking.

*honestly Uncle Elijah the Little shit can walk on her own  * I thought and continued walking thinking about Jason and I’s relationship if still even have one after today. ^what is there to think about it’s over and you ruined it ^ I felt my heart churn at her voice. *shut it voice*


It’s been two hours since we got home and so far, it’s just been Mom and sperm donner yelling at each other about something that is most likely about Hope or some ‘new enemy ’. I sigh as hear another vase slams my door again. *Uncle Elijah going to yell * I thought. At first, when they occurred I was scared out of my mind, but now I am used to it it doesn’t matter.

^Honestly, what is there for me to worry about. I am not gonna be here in the future so I am fine Right? Why don’t you just pick up a knife and slit your throat no one will notice your dead until the deed is done^. I hugged my pillow closer to my chest and pushed the hollow feeling into the back of my mind. I found these thoughts popping up in my head more often lately. Maybe it was bound to happen you know. ^So what are you gonna go^ said the voice.  

I get off of my bed and walk over to my closet, get into my good bye clothes (, my wonder woman hat on top. I grab my birthday money and Uncle Elijah old phone which he let me have, doesn’t have a sim card but it still works, and the directions to place. I grab the rest of the letters I need to give and put them in my backpack. “Now the major problem getting out of this house,” I said until it finally hit me.

 I took off all of my bed sheets, which were a lot by the way, off from the bed then threw them out the window. I placed them in a way that they fall one on top of another. I took the pillow cases off of my pillows and threw them down as well. I tossed out my crutches. *I Hope I survive * I thought as I balance standing on the edge of the window. I pull the pillows to my chest and do the leap of faith from assassin’s creed, but it was kinda hard to do with my hurt leg. I groan as I hit the ground even though I made a pile it still hurt. I grabbed my crutches and struggled to get off of the blankets. Once that was over, head straight for Rousseau (Marcel and Cami’s bar). By the time I got there Cami’s shift was hadn’t begun yet thankfully. The room was full of people. I was about to take a seat when ” Y/n what are you doing here,“ said Marcel after I nearly have a heart attack. Thou would kill me it’s not the way I want to go.

 “Oh hey Marcel, how are you?” I said giving him a fake smile but I knew he wasn’t falling for it.“Nice try Y/n ” he said as we take a seat at a nearby table. “So mind telling me what you are doing here?” “I wanted to give this to you,” I said taking out the letters for him and Cami. “They are thank you letters for you and Cami. I wasn’t able to give Jason his either so can you give it to him? ,” I place them onto the table and slide it over to him. “I was hoping to see both of you here. but since Cami isn’t here can you please give this to her?” I query.

 He nods his head and takes the letters. I fight the tears and smile that threaten to break my heartless facade, but I couldn’t help but smirk at knowing those who I truly care about knowing how I feel about them. But as soon as it came it went.“So mind telling me what you are doing giving this to me,” he asked. *Oh Uncle Marcel even thou I didn’t say it a lot to you ‘I love you ’ you may not be blood but you are no water* I thought as I give him a smile. “No Uncle Marcel just a simple thank you letter were supposed to write and deliver one to those who you love,” I said getting up from the table and left Rousseau, leaving Marcel alone looking at the letters.

 _________________________time skip arrival death place_______________

“Finally” passing the entrance of the local indoor pool. No one was here other than me. I passed the locker area and went to the pool. *Huh the little shit is about to do it finally. Thought you were gonna plague the world some more. I don’t see why you are here still you made it this far let’s do it shall we* I wanted to fight the voice but I knew it was no choice. The reason I chose the pool was because of it the one place that no one would look for me. 

When I was young Jason and I would come here with Cassandra Winchester sometimes we all would just play on the not deep side of the pool, but we stopped once she left for a mission and never came back. I highly doubt Jason even remembers this place. No one else knows about this place since I never told anyone about it. The light from the water light up the entire room so it wasn’t dark. I didn’t take off my shoes or jewelry since they all had meant something to me. I walk over to the deep side of the pool that was 7ft. “Goodbye life,” I said then dropped into the water. 

The cold temperature pricked my skin but I didn’t let it bother me as I sank to the bottom. My vision was blurry but I wasn’t sure whether it was because of the water or lack of oxygen. I felt my body slowly sink close to the pools floor*Finally this is it. You free now you don’t have to burden others with your presence.* I thought as black spots blur my vision. I suddenly felt more tired than usual. *maybe a good rest* I slowly close my eyes and release the all the air in my lungs as darkness kills me.

_________Third POV at home_______________time past____________ _____________________________________________________________

No one notices how Y/n has jumped from her bedroom window over Klaus’s screaming. Kol rolls his eyes as his brother talks about how high and mighty he now that he is a hybrid. “Dear Brother Niklaus might you please stop screaming before Hope wakes up,” said Elijah Pouring himself a drink of whiskey. “Klaus opens his mouth to say more but nothing comes out. He storms out of the house slamming the door in his rage making Hope stir in her sleep. “Well that was dramatic,” said Hayley walking into the living room with a tea in her hand. “Has anyone ever told you that is how this family works,” said Cami sitting down next to her. “Cami doesn’t your shift start soon,” said Elijah, Cami chokes on her drink then runs out the room to get to work.

 “Mommmmyyyy!!!!!!” Screamed Hope, the Originals immediately run to her side. She was inside her sister’s room with a letter in her hand. Tears ran down her cheeks as Hayley comforts her child. “Hope what’s wrong?“Said, Elijah, while taking the letter out of her hands. He nearly passes out from what he reads.“There is one in everyone’s room” Hope stuttered holding onto her mother. Elijah hands the letter to Kol, who just stared dead at the letter noticing Y/n’s handwriting, Elijah walks out the room and quickly collects all the other letters.

 “Hope what happened?” said Kol trying not to be angry after reading Hope’s letter.

“Y/n is committing suicide,” she said.

 Everyone froze upon hearing this. That one of their loved ones was willing to take their own life and no one knew why or how she would scream in her pillow at night or how she tried not to sleep til the point she naturally has insomnia. “Why would she do that?” Asked Freya. 

“Why wouldn’t she, you always favor Hope more than her. You didn’t even notice that she was kidnapped,” said Kol glaring at him family “Brother do we—” “STOP BLOODY LYING. DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER HER MIDDLE NAME OR THE LAST TIME YOU LET HER CHOOSE FOR HER BIRTHDAY,” screamed Kol. “You ignore her cause she is human. Cause she isn’t as powerful as Hope. Yet you forget that you were once the same as her but at least we had someone who noticed and cared at least we had each other,” said Kol. “Rebekah,” he said pointing to her “ you have been begging for a human in this family and when we finally have one you ignore the girl”. Rebekah opens her mouth but no words come out. 

“Aaahh and the mother,” he said turning to Hayley. “You wondered about how you treated both of them so badly, but guess what you did even worse you only cared for one,” he spats. Hayley glares at Kol but knows deep down is words are completely right. She never once thought about what Y/n would want to do for her birthday or how she would drink coffee in the morning. “You people may not care for her but I do and I won’t let you people be the reason of her death,” said Kol, storming out the house. Everyone one froze upon hearing these words. The thought of Y/n finally ringing in their heads. Hope dries her her eyes and pulls her mom into a hug. 

The despair was too great that you could cut it with a knife. “I will begin a locator spell,” Freya walks out the door with Y/n’s necklace to begin the spell. Rebekah follows silently out of the house. “Elijah w–"Hayley opens her mouth to ask him a question when she already knows the answer. ‘Was Y/n ever treated like Hope’. They all knew the answer is ‘No’. “ Hope honey its time for bed, ” said Hayley.“ Uncle Elijah will look for Y/n and by tomorrow we will have her back I promise she will be back alive,” Hayley pulls hee daughter in for a hug, Elijah leaves the room but not after placing all the remaining letters on Y/n’s desk before leaving. Hope nods her head and gets ready for bed by herself for the first time in her life. Her mother asked if she needed help, but she denied it and continued on her own. "Mommy you should go find Y/n I will be fine,” Hayley nods and follows her request and leaves the house.

Taehyung - Obey Tae

Originally posted by jjks


Just a hardcore smut

Word Count: 4.1k

Taehyung x Reader

I was sitting with my boyfriend Taehyung, my feet facing him and his feet facing me on a couch. He couldn’t see what I was doing on my phone, so I decided to tease him. I was going to take pictures of him on snapchat and save them, he will get so annoyed. Then when I feel like I’ve got enough, I’ll send them all to him.

I smirk at my idea. I open up snapchat and start. I take one picture, and he glances at me but looks back at the T.V. I save the picture and go back to my camera to take another one. The camera sound went off and he looked at me, puzzled.

“Jagi?” He asked.

I hold in my laugh as much as I can. “Yes?”

“Are you taking pictures of me.?”

I rapidly shake my head. “I’m taking screenshots for this thing me and my friend are doing.”

Somehow, he believed in my awfully thought up lie and turned his head back to the T.V once again. What can I say, he is Taehyung, of course he believed my lie. I take about 5 more pictures, and I’m satisfied with all of them. Even the last one, I got a funny one of him yawning with his mouth wide open and nose scrunching up. It was funny but cute.

I send one and Tae see’s his phone go off. He see’s my saved username he put in for me, ‘Cute.kitten’, and glared at me. I smirk and send one after the other,his phone going off everytime one had been sent to him. Once I was done, I innocently put my phone on the table next to me, and watch T.V with an innocent but yet evil smirk.

Tae starts to tap multiple times on his phone. I hold in my laughs as his face turns a light pink and his eyes got huge as he looked at the sneaky pictures I’ve took of him.

“Jagi?” He asks, this time in a more soft, dainty voice.

“mmhmm?” I hum in response, not trusting my wiggly voice to answer him.

He puts his phone away and slowly crawls on top of me, not keeping his eyes off me. He seemed sinister and serious, but also like he wanted to just smile. He was now on top of me. “Did you lie to me?”

A chuckle slips through my lips but i manage to hold the rest of my laugh in. “I don’t know what you are talking about tae.” I lie once again, but of course he doesn’t fall for it this time.

His hands crept down to my side. “maybe I should teach you a lesson for lying to me.” He looked dead serious. He bit his lips.

Was he really about to do what I think he is about to do?

I suddenly felt a funny feeling in my sides, causing me to die of laughter. I hear his deep, squeaky chuckles as he starts to tickle me. I crack my eyes open, not being able to open them any farther from my laughter. His rectangle smile showing off all his set of teeth, didn’t help me control my laughter at all.

We start to laugh so hard that we both fell off the couch. His hat fell off his head, causing his brown hair to fly free. He tried to proceed with tickling me, but he was laughing so hard he had to stop. He rolled off of me onto his back, laying next to me. He grabs his stomach as our laughs die down.

We end up in silence, staring at the ceiling.

He turns to me. “Have you learned your lesson?” He asked me, putting back on his baseball cap, backwards like before.

I grab my phone and open up snapchat once again. I take a picture of him again. “Does that answer your question.” I smirk.

His expression darkens, making him look as evil as can be. He quickly gets back on top of me. He pins my wrist down against the ground, making me drop my phone and giving me a quick, sharp pain in my wrist.

“Oww Tae!” I whine. “Let go of me!”

I giggle as I try to escape, but he kept a very serious straight face. He didn’t crack one smirk, His eyes looking deep into mine. My smile slowly fades away.

“Didn’t I teach you a lesson already? Didn’t I tell you to not take pictures of me?” He asks me. I slowly nod. I didn’t know he was serious.

“Apparently, you don’t care about what I tell you.” He whispered in my ear. I shiver from his breath.

He comes back up from my ear and starts to kiss me roughly. I don’t kiss back for a split second because I was caught by surprise, but I quickly respond with the movement of his lips.

He grabs my hips and lifts them up slightly to apply pressure to his pelvic area. I felt his hard on against me. I move my lips slightly and moan quietly in the kiss. His teeth tug lightly on my bottom lip and pulls away.

“Don’t make a sound, (Y/N).” He commands. “If I hear a moan, or any sound come from that pretty little mouth of yours, I’ll punish you even more.”

I nod immediately. He goes down and presses his lips against my neck, then starts to lick up from my collarbone to my jawline, leaving a slick, wet path. I bite my lip hard, trying to hold in my moans. He could do anything to me, knowing how rough, how mean, how serious he can get. Not that it’s a bad thing, I absolutely love his rough side. But it’s very challenging to obey his rules when he’s dom and wants me to be more obedient. Knowing how much I get turned on by how sexy he is.

It got really hard when I started to nibble and bite down on my skin. A quiet, but audible moan accidentally slipped out of my lips. I look at Tae worried, who was already looking at me.

“What was that?” He asked me. I just keep looking down at him, not responding at all. He picks me up bridal style and takes me to my room.

He gently tosses me on the bed and closes my door. “Guess you really want a punishment, huh?” He cracks. He gets on top of me and starts kissing my neck again. He slowly moves his hand down until they were in my pants and underwear.

“Mmm, you’re very wet.” He slides his hand inside my pants and inserts a long, finger into my wet core. I was about to let out a small moan until he cut me off with his lips.

He starts to thrust slowly into me with his finger. I shut my eyes tightly, not letting any sounds slip from my mouth. He continues to go slow, which he knows I’m not a fan of going slow.

I start to wind my hips on his finger, but he quickly pulls his finger away. “Don’t move, keep still. This is your punishment from me. You aren’t gonna make one sound either, okay?” His voice was so deep and husky. I nod my head.

He slides his shirt off right over me. His cap came off with his shirt as well, making his hair sexily messy. His toned, perfectly tanned chest exposing clearly in my sight. I bite my lip in amusement. I couldn’t take my eyes off him at all.

“Take off your shirt.” He licked his lips. I replied and slid my shirt up and over my head. I tossed it to the side and look back at Tae. I was wearing a black sports bra along with matching black panties. I could see the lust in his eyes as he looked my body up and down.

He dipped down and started to lightly kiss my stomach, and as time went by the kisses got sloppier. I manage to hold in my sounds, but it’s only getting harder and harder. His kisses went lower and lower and he starts to pull my pants and underwear off, exposing the cold air to my wet heat.

I tremble from the cold sensation. My pants are finally off. “So fucking pretty, too bad you don’t know how to obey me, and that I have to beat it into you by pounding into your pretty pussy.” I feel his hot breath against my core. His stern, deep voice didn’t make anything better, except the fact that I was getting more and more impossibly wet.

He knows what he’s doing, talking into my impatient core. It was all clearly part of the punishment. Basically to tease me until I’m on the edge. His tongue, after what feels like a lifetime, is finally pressed against my pussy, flicking his tongue on my throbbing clit.

I gasp for air as he digs his tongue inside of me. I bite my lip extra hard, surprised that I didn’t draw blood. His warm tongue swirling inside me, coating my walls with his saliva. My moans grow louder and louder as his tongue wiggles inside my hole, his thumb rubbing against my clit making the moment more intense.

His thumb sped up on my throbbing nub, rushing my climax. I arch my back, trying to gasp for air as my body tenses up. The feeling of his wet tongue inside of my core, just begging for relief, was almost unbearable.

“I-I’m coming Tae. I-i’m-ah.” I moaned very loud, practically screaming, but before I could reach that point he pulls away, leaving my orgasm hanging. I let out a long whine.

“Don’t tease T-Tae.” I beg.

He raises his eyebrow. “You didn’t obey me, so why should I obey you?”

I keep quiet as he unbuckles his belt. I have nothing to do but watch him, his long, slim fingers undoing the gold buckle of his Gucci belt, my heat getting wetter and wetter. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. His hard member released and bounced off of his stomach.

It was throbbing, the veins clear in sight. He sits on the edge of the bed. “On your knees.” He firmly told me.

His firm, deep, serious voice caused me to obey him immediately without hesitation and without making a sound. I got on my knees as he sat back and supported himself with his hands.

I grabbed the shaft of his penis in my small hand, licking the precum that was oozing out his slit. I put his red head in my mouth, and take it out with a pop. I go back to running my tongue over the slit.

“Don’t tease me kitten, I don’t think you want to be punished anymore, right?”

I nod, not taking my mouth off of him, I take the head, then go a little bit farther down to the middle of his shaft and stop there, letting my throat relax around his cock.

I heard moans coming from Tae as I bob my head down on his hard member.

“Take it deeper kitten.” He moans, pushing my head down so all of him was in my throat.

I gag once, but I relax my throat around him once again. I swirl my tongue around to make sure to get my saliva all over him.

His moans get louder and he starts to thrust hard into my throat, making me gag more and more. He wasn’t giving me a chance to get used to it or to relax.

He continues to fuck my face, making spit splash to my lips, chin and face, as well as his lower stomach. He stands up and places both hands on the back of my head to keep it in place so he can thrust faster into my throat. At this point, tears were rolling down my cheeks from being choked out by him.

“Fuck-kitten!” He grunts in between pants. He grits his teeth.

“Fuckkkkkk” He let’s out a long groan as he presses down into my throat and keeps his member inside of me for what felt like and hour. It was really only for like ten seconds or so. I felt his tip poking the back of my throat. I was bound to pull away, but he stopped me still keeping my head in place. “Stay still k-kitten.”

He started twitching inside my mouth but quickly released my head and pulled back, plopping onto the bed before he could release the white substance. I fall back on my butt, grasping for air as well as Tae.

We were both breathless. Beads of sweat forming and dripping on each others bodies. After about two minutes

“I still gotta fuck you.” He reminds me, like choking me out wasn’t punishment enough. “Your punishment isn’t even close to over.”

He grabs my arm and puts me on the bed on my knees and forearms. I arch my back so my butt was in the air.

He places his hands firmly on my hips and quickly slides his head in and out of me, teasing. I gasp every time I feel his hard tip slide into me wet heat.

He pounds into me hard, then pulls out again. I screech. “No noise.” He reminds me.

He finally slowly pushes his whole member into me, and thrusts. His thrusts got harder and faster every time. His big hands slapping my ass occasionally.

He starts to pound into me hard, the sound of his groans and our sweaty, hot skin slapping together. A soft groan leaves my mouth, and he stops. He pulls out.

“You wanna keep making noises, kitten?” He slaps my butt, making me go flat on the bed. A shake my head no to reply. “Huh?”

“Lay on your back.” He tells me. I comply and quickly flip onto my back, spreading my legs wide.

“So now you wanna be a good kitty, don’t you?” He growls in my ear. He was laying next to me, his hand in between my legs and middle finger placing the slightest amount of pressure on my pink bud. It just wasn’t enough, I wanted more, but if I moved I only know that it would get worse. Taehyung is capable of become my worst nightmare in bed, he could tease me for hours on end. “You’re gonna have to do a lot more for me to reward you with what you want.”

My breathing was shaking- holding in my moans felt like mission impossible when his warm finger swirled small circles around my clit, still applying a bit of pressure. He was teasing me so much, that although it was pleasurable, it hurt. It was torture.

Straight torture.

And he knew it was. He enjoyed punishing me when not doing what he says when he says it. He liked seeing me beg with my eyes while he teased me when he tells me not to make noises, and I like it too, he was so hot when he was dominant.

Without warning, 3 fingers push deep inside of me. I jump back and scream in return. I screamed so loud, I was bound to be pounded 60 feet deep into the ground by him. My punishment wasn’t even over, now it’s gonna be even worse and longer.

His eyes widen at me, surprised at my sudden outburst. Without one sound, Tae took his fingers out, and a whimper almost slipped out of my mouth from the sudden feel of emptiness. He gets up from the bed, leaving the warm spot next to me empty. As he walks towards the door, he puts his index finger up, silently telling me to 'hold on’.

I don’t reply and I watch him leave and close the door. I look down at my body impatiently. This never happened before, and I’m really eager and turned on to see what happens. But I’m also scared, now I know this is really gonna be torture.

The door opens and Tae enters, a long, black, cloth in his hand. He walks over to me with a stare that could kill, and wraps the cloth around my eyes 2 times, and ties it in the back, tight. I don’t see anything but black.

I have enough trust in Tae to not cross the line. He knows when he is going to far or not and right now, is just one of his many kinks. Dominance.

I hear him leave the room again and shuffling goes on outside the room. A minute later he is back in the room and I here clinking, like metal banging together. He pulls my wrist up and I immediately know what he is doing.

I feel the cold metal against the skin on my wrist, and he clamps the hand cuffs together. He does the same with the wrist. He then attaches them to the headboard of my bed, and my arms are left up in the air.

Another cloth is out in my mouth balled up, probably my underwear. He lays down in the same position as last time, I can tell by the way the bed sinks in on one side of me. His fingers land on my wet heat again and rub and and down my folds.

“Don’t try me no more kitten, I know you didn’t want this, but you wouldn’t of gotten it if you listened.” His tone was so serious and husky.

3 fingers enter again like deja vu, except this time I held in every noise that I would rather come out.

“That’s better kitten, good girl.” He praises, his fingers on his free hand come up to my hair and comb through it gently, as his fingers curve up against my G-spot. He pulls his fingers out of me, and I bite down on my underwear. They probably have holes in them now from how hard I’m biting down.

His fingers insert again, and he repeats what he did before: Insert, curve, pull out. He knows he is only making it harder for me.

“You’re so wet, my fingers slide right in side you.” He whispers, and places a wet kiss on my neck. “But you are so tight too, so fucking confusing. But I love it.”

I feel an evil grin grow on his lips against my neck, and his fingers finally don’t leave my heat. His fingers wiggle up and down, repeatedly hitting my g-spot. My body starts to tremble. I’m so sweaty and turned on I don’t even know how much more I can take til I burst.

His fingers move faster, and I’m sure I’m gonna explode from him. He’s been teasing me so much non stop. I almost came too times from him but I made a noise and he didn’t let me. I can’t touch him or anything.

He moves from his spot and quickly replaces his fingers with his dick, going at the same pace as his fingers. His thumb on one hand putting pressure on my clit, another hand taking my blindfold and the underwear in my mouth. Then moving his big veiny hand to wrap around my neck.

He knows when I’m about to come. He can tell by my facial expression, body language, etc.

“You can moan now baby.” He tells me. “Let me here you come, moan loudly. Let the neighbors know you’re coming.”

my whole body tenses up, but I let out my loud screams as much as I can once those words came out of his mouth. My walls tighten around him, I can feel him pulsating inside me. I let myself go all over him, my body almost giving out.

“Fuck, Taehyung! Ah-” I practically scream. I’m so sweaty and I’m sure my face is red from the slight lack of air I’m getting and from how hard I’m yelling, but I don’t care at this point. My whole body is pulsing and my orgasm has worn out pretty much. But that doesn’t mean Tae is done.

“I’m cumming Kitten.” He growls and presses into me hard. “I’m gonna cum so hard all over your face.”

He pulls out and pumps himself fast and I already know what to do. I quickly move under him on my knees and he let’s out his white seed all over my face, dripping onto my chest. Some got in my hair as well, but neither of us worry about it. The white substance became a puddle in my mouth the more his aim is there.

“Ahh- K-kitten.” He groans through gritted teeth, as he pumps himself hard with a tight grip, trying to get every last drop out. Sweat was dripping down his face, and it had to be one of the most hottest things I’ve seen in my life.

His hands let go of his member, and it slowly becomes softer as time passes. He looks down at me.

“Swallow.” He says, his breath overtaking his voice, almost making it inaudible.

I close my mouth and swallow all that’s in my mouth, not breaking eye contact with him. I lick my lips and use my thumb to push what’s around my lips into my mouth.

“Fuck, such a slutty kitten.” He shakes his head with a smirk, as if he can’t believe you. “So dirty.”

He pulls me up by lightly squeezing my chin with his index finger and thumb, causing me to have fishy lips. He plants a soft, long kiss on them, taking time to taste himself in my mouth.

He pulls away and walks over to the bathroom. He comes out with one small wet rag, a towel, and another towel wrapped around his waist. The way the sweat still left over his tan, firm chest glistened was just perfect.

He cleans off the white substance off my face and chest. He throws the rag in the dirty hamper, and wraps me in the other towel he had.

“Follow me.” He told me with a cute smile, he was a completely different person now.

We went back into the bathroom and he turned on the water, putting his hand under it to test the temperature.

“Is this fine?” He asked, preferring to the water temp. I walk over to the water and put my hand under it.

“A little warmer.” I smile at him. He nods and turns the nob to make the water warm. He looks back at me with wide eyes, and I place my hand under the water again. I nod at him. “Just right.”

He smiles widely and turns the shower head on. “Can you shower with me?” I ask him.

He looks at me, and shrugs. “Sure.”

We both take our towel off and let them fall to the floor. This wasn’t going to turn into anything else then a nice shower, we’re too tired and worn out to do it again.

We finish our shower and Tae turns the water off. We both step out of the shower and wrap in our towels. We make our way back to the bedroom.

“Y/n?” He calls for me. I turn around. I already had my bra and underwear on, and he already had his boxers on. “Can we wear our matching onesies?”

I chuckle at him. This kid is ridiculous. I nod, “Yes Tae, we can wear them.”

We reach in our drawer and Tae pulls out a yellow chicken onesie. I pull out a purple chicken onesie. We both step into our onesie and zip them up, throwing the hood on with the chicken beak and eyes. We look at each other and laugh.

“You’re so cute!” He compliments.

“You are too.”

We walk over to my bed and lay down. Tae takes the T.V remote and switches to Netflix. “What you wanna watch.” He asks me.

I shrug. “Anything.”

He turns on a comedy movie and throws his arm around me. I cuddle into his should and he kisses me on the forehead. “I love you, Y/n”

I look up at him. “I love you too Tae.”

This was not supposed to turn out this kinky lol. 50 SHadEs oF tAe! I’m thinking about making “Obey Tae” a series. Maybe change the title, it depends. What do you think? Should I make this a series?

Request are still open and Thank you for reading and enjoying my stories!

Business Call

Type: smut

Request// “Request; can you write a brendon x reader with a kitten kink and like 50 shades shit or like brendon is on the phone for a phone interview and reader is “distracting” him and i mean sucking his dick yea thats all”

(A/N) Hell yes. I’m doing the phone idea because fuck yEs. I also threw something else in there you guys might enjoy. I’m also doing this instead of virtual school :) 

Warnings: Daddy/kitten kink, blowjob, eating out, distracting, strip tease (?), cursing

Pairing: Brendon Urie x Reader

Word Count: 2K

Originally posted by pizzalol

I paced around my living room aimlessly searching for any activity to do. I checked my phone for the 224th time and then switched through the tv channels for the 432nd time. Still, nothing to do. Brendon was home but he was in his office waiting for a business call- something about his upcoming tour. Defeated, I sink into the couch and resort to counting out loud. After reaching 132 an idea pops into my head.

I sneak around the couch and tiptoe my way to Brendon’s office. I can hear him speaking faintly from down the hall and his door is slightly ajar so I could see him facing his desk with his back to me. Slowly opening the door, I creep towards Brendon who, thankfully, has his back to me. Once behind him, I run my hands down his chest and lightly nibble the ear that wasn’t occupied from the phone. Brendon inhales sharply and I notice a slight growth in his jeans.

“I missed you, Daddy,” I whisper to him.

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Pregnancy - Carl Gallagher

Request: Can you do a Carl imagine where the reader Is pregnant and when the reader tells him and he runs away and the reader goes to Fiona crying and Fiona yells at Carl and fluffy ending please😀😀😀

Warnings: fluffy lil Carl, angry Carl, Carl being a dick

Pairing: Carl Gallagher x Reader

Word Count: 1231


“Carl, I have something to tell you, but you have to promise me that you won’t freak out” I say to Carl as I put my hands on his shoulders to try and get him to sit down on the couch. He nods at me when we are both sitting down so I put his hands in mine and begin to speak. “Carl, I went to the free clinic today” He nods at me listening to my every word.

“I’m pregnant, Carl” I whisper out, hoping he can hear me.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He stands up and is now yelling at me “How could you let this happen? This is so fucking irresponsible of you” 

“Are you fucking serious?” I don’t know what the hell he thought was going to happen when he started yelling at me. 

“Are you seriously blaming this on me?” I am so mad at him I can’t help but stand and begin to walk away, I turn around to say one last thing “Maybe if you ever went to school you would know that it’s the sperm, which in fact comes from the penis that will get someone pregnant” and with that, I walk out the back door to go to the backyard.

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The Mixed Tape

A Polyfarms Soulmate AU where songs sung by your soulmate get stuck in your head. 

Kinda for @charmerweek but also an 11k monstrosity so take of it what you will. 

Also on AO3 

November 2013

*beep beep beep*

A hand slams down on the analogue alarm clock next to the full-sized bed. The hand retreats underneath the Shark’s comforter. The afternoon air is still and quiet. Something shifts around the bed, A tuft of black hair peeks out as a loud groan is admitted from somewhere within its covers. The hand slips out again, reaching for the iPhone resting on the nightstand. A bleary-eyed teen pokes his head out to check the time on the screen.

4:35 pm the phones reads.

“Shit,” the boy curses.

He jumps out of bed. He scrambles to slip on his ratty, black converse. Hastily, he snatches his keys and slings his backpack over his right shoulder. He rushes down the steps, ignoring his sister’s protests to slow down.

“I’m running late,” he shouts over his shoulder. He runs through the garage, picking up his skateboard. He’ll hardly have time for his pregame playlist. He sighs, fishing his earbuds from his backpack, selecting the proper list on his phone before opening the garage door.

“Close behind me!” Chris hollers at his sister. He presses play, slipping his phone in his back jeans pocket. With a foot on the board, he peddles a few steps—allowing the steep hills of San Francisco to carry him all the way to hockey practice. Fortunately, today was only a scrimmage.

“I hope they’re not busy night now,” he mumbles. Thinking of his soulmate—out there somewhere—as he hums along, “the faster we’re falling, we’re stopping and stalling…We’re running in circles again.”  

Meanwhile, approximately three hundred miles south, a girls’ volleyball team is in the midst of a warm up for a regional qualifying game. A tall brunette is in the middle of passing drills with her partner when a familiar song floats into her head.

“Change,” she shouts at the team manager, a petite blond girl in a faded polo and spandex.

“To what?” the manager shouts back.

“In Too Deep,” the girl shouts back.

The manager gives a thumbs up, switching the song quickly. It was commonly accepted on their team that soulmates could be distracting and it was easier to join along with them than it was to counteract their songs with other music.

“Just as things we’re looking up,” she shouts. “You said it wasn’t good enough.”

“But still we’re trying one more time,” her team chimes in, causing Caitlin to laugh.

Somewhere in Massachusetts, a prep school hockey team is in the middle of the third period of a regular season game. One of the defensemen hears a song crescendo in his mind. He chuckles to himself.

“You always know how to make a game more interesting,” Derek chirps his soulmate.

He rushes a winger as he sings, “maybe we’re just trying too hard. When really it’s closer than it is too far.”

In a small town in Maine, a high school senior is amidst a typical party. He tries to ignore the music in his mind. Forcing himself to enjoy the tedious conversation he’s having with someone’s cousin who’s visiting from out of town. Unfortunately, the song has gotten so loud he can hardly concentrate.

“Will you excuse me?” He says, not bothering to hear the answer as he pushes away from the girl. He bolts out of the basement, finding a quiet corner near the backyard door.

“You really suck sometimes,” Will announces to whoever figured out how to make their music so blaringly loud. He doesn’t have much option other than to join in, “cause I’m in too deep, and I’m trying to keep. Up above in my head, instead of going under.”

The song ends almost as quickly as it starts. There’s a few punk songs that come up, and some Kesha that happens at one point. Will has learned not to think too deeply about his soulmate’s music taste. He’s realized that it’s too dynamic and varying to give a real sense of who they are. He feels like he knows them, though. He’d love to know how they get so incredibly fucking loud at the weirdest times, but there’s not much he can do about that…yet. Yet, he keeps reminding himself. Soulmates meet each other eventually, his mom reminds him constantly.

Considering he’s grown up around the same small group of people, Will’s relived it’s not one of them. It means that he won’t be stuck here his entire life. He’s going places. He’s going to fall in love…someday.

The music stops after twenty minutes. There’s a comfortable silence in which the music of the party he’s at is quiet in comparison. It gives him time to decompress. Later, he’s sure he’ll here some Queen or Pat Benatar. He’s pretty sure his soulmate is an athlete, but the jury’s still out on that. It’s something they’ll bond over. He can feel it.

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Say something | Chris Schistad


Anonymous said: Anything about Christoffer Schistad pls
ninquellote said: May I request a imagine with Chris Schistad?

Word count: 1,440

Request here + masterlist + guidelines.

Originally posted by itsallaskam

Read: Part 1 / Part 2.

As you walked your way to your home you felt your phone buzzing in your back pocket. Sighing, you took it out and looked at the caller ID. It was your boyfriend, Christoffer. You didn’t realize how much you needed to talk to him until now that he was calling you.

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Superspeed- Peter Maximoff x Reader

Request// @jimfromsales Hey there! Could you do a story where Peter meets a girl who can duplicate powers, so she gets his power and then ends up being faster than him, and then he finds out that she also has ADHD? (So she talks really fast already, can’t stay focused on one thing for a long time, overly excitable, etc.)

A/N: Based on the requestor’s description of the Reader’s ability, I pulled inspiration from Rogue, another X-Men character, mutation and decided the reader’s power would work by taking on another’s mutation when they make skin to skin contact with that person. Also I’m so sorry if this didn’t quite meet expectations I worked on it for a long time and still aren’t completely satisfied. I hope you all enjoy it nevertheless. 

Originally posted by future-mrs-rogers-peterm

You were taking it all in, the large stone mansion behind you, the wide courtyard you currently stood in, and the rolling hills of green grass spread before you. The place was incredible, and the fact that you had finally found others like you, only added to its greatness. All these mutants, all in one place, all allowed to be themselves, you could barely wrap your head around the idea.

There were a few kids wandering around outside laughing and walking together. Most of others were in class, Charles, had allowed you to go off and explore the mansion on your own, after a brief tour with him. You were grateful for how kind and accepting he’d been towards you. 

You took a seat on the stone ledge of the wall overlooking the yard. You swung your feet a bit, lost in your own thoughts. You were incredibly eager to start classes and meet the students, to learn about others abilities and make new friends. It was all so new and exciting. 

Suddenly a voice behind you brought you back to reality.

“Hey there!” You turned around quickly coming face to face with a silver haired boy. He had a wide grin painted on his face and lopsided goggles positioned on his head. You quickly gathered his favorite color was silver, apparent by his flashy shoes and metallic looking leather jacket. “Peter Maximoff, you must be the new girl.” He held out his hand for you to shake. 

“(Y/N),” you replied, eyeing his hand warily.

“Not one for handshakes?” he raised an eyebrow.

“No it’s just-” 

“That’s cool, I’m not much of a handshake guy either, just thought maybe you were so I thought I’d give it a try, but it’s all good.”

“Ya,” you laughed a little at his ramble of thoughts. He spoke quickly as if afraid he wasn’t going to get all of his words out. It reminded you of yourself. Normally you were the one speaking a mile a minuet. 

“So (Y/N),” he hopped up on the wall to sit beside you, swinging his feet as well, “how are you liking the school so far.” 

“it’s amazing,” you smiled at him, “everyone here is so friendly, and it’s so cool to be in one place with this many mutants…” you cut yourself off afraid you were talking to much or too quickly, you did that a lot. Peter however seemed to enjoy it completely, he sat watching you intently. “I mean I haven’t seen everything yet,” you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “I’m still looking around, this place is pretty big.”

“Hey I can help with that,” he hopped up eagerly standing up.

“Oh, ok,” you smiled, standing as well, his excitement was contagious. 

“Alright where to first?” He paused for a moment, thinking, “the library,” he decided, answering his own question. 

“Sounds good, you laughed.”

“Okay, you may want to close your eyes,” He snapped his goggles on.

“What aren’t we just walking?” You looked at him questioningly, confused by his statement. 

“No way,” he huffed as if this was obviously, “okay get ready.” He stepped towards you placing a hand on the back of your neck to steady you.

“Wait-” you tried to protest the minuet he touched you, but it was too late and a second later, before you even knew what happened you were in a new place. “What-how?” You looked around you at the books lining the shelves, you’d gone from the courtyard to the library in the blink of an eye. 

“Pretty cool huh?” He raised an eyebrow at you and smirked, clearly proud of himself.

“That was amazing,” oddly you felt like your mind was working faster than ever.


“Oh shit-” it felt like your whole body was in overdrive, mind racing, hands shaking a bit, you could barely focus, how did Peter live like this?

“Hey are you alright, you don’t look so good ya know,” Peter was watching you carefully.

“Y-ya it’s, just t-that well, my mutation, when I make physical contact with another mutant, I get their powers for a certain amount of time, and I think I may have inherited your superspeed,” the words tumbled out of your mouth quickly. You rubbed your temples, feeling a headache coming on. 

“What?!” Peter exclaimed excitedly, “that’s so fucking-wow thats cool,” a wide grin was plastered on his face.

“Not exactly the word I’d use,” you closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, finally feeling a bit more in control.

“Oh my god because you know having this mutation, there hasn’t been anyone who can keep up, but shit now you can, this is gonna be a good time, what should we do first, race around the mansion-Oh I know we can go to the store, you wouldn’t believe the stuff you can get away with if your going fast enough…” He laughed, lost in thought. You were nodding your head quickly to his string of words.

“I-I feel like I can barely focus,” you hadn’t even noticed you were tapping your foot against the ground, “I mean sometimes I struggle to concentrate on a certain things or fidget, but this is like a whole other level.” 

“Hey, hey,” Peter placed both his hands on your shoulders, “just breath, try to think about one thing, like the temperature of the room, or the weather, or me talking to you.” You closed your eyes testing Peter’s advice.

“okay,” you said slowly, opening your eyes again to meet his.

“Better,” he smiled.

“Better,” you returned a grin.

“So…” He looked at questioningly.

“So let’s test this out,” you grinned excitedly.

“Alright, last one to the courtyard buys lunch,” he held out his hand for you to shake.

“Deal,” you grinned and took off running. 

take this burden - part 16

[ defeated - bad suns ]


Mo Guan Shan woke first.

He was momentarily surprised to see He Tian sleeping a foot or so away.

And momentarily confused by the wall of pillows between them that He Tian must of constructed before falling asleep.

He really didn’t trust himself, did he?

Mo Guan Shan couldn’t help but wonder how much of this was for his own benefit.

He could have just gone back to his own bed after Mo Guan Shan fell asleep.

But he’d been asked to stay.

So he did.

Mo Guan Shan sat up, careful not to disturb He Tian or the precarious barrier.

He grabbed his phone and slid off the bed, hijacking one of his cigarettes and quietly stepping out onto the balcony.

He dialed his mom, feeling guilty when she picked up the phone in a panic.

He hadn’t told any of the new people in his life that he’d been ignoring her texts and phone calls for nearly two months.

And his dad’s.

And, to an extent, his sister’s.

Several minutes of apologizing and a half assed explanation that he’d made some changes, and she began to calm down.

He told her he was headed that way and he’d explain later.

Moments after he hung up, he got a text from his sister.

‘Are you bringing that fuckface with you?’



She was a woman of few words.

He knew he should have said he wasn’t coming alone, but explaining that would lead to explaining the rest of it and he hadn’t figured out how he was going to do that yet.

The two of them had several hours to talk about it in the car.


He Tian woke to a bed occupied by himself and the pile of pillows.

He spotted Mo Guan Shan on the balcony, leaning against the wall, talking on the phone.
Swiping his phone from the table, he watched it light up and turn on.

Two texts from Lucy, explaining with an apology that she’d figured out the schedule.

He thanked her, telling her not to apologize.

One from Zhengxi, asking him if they’d fucked.

He told him to shut up.

Two from Jian Yi, asking how things were going and apologizing for Zhengxi.

He said things were just fine and to tell Zhengxi to shut up again.

Almost immediately Jian Yi responded.

‘But…did you?’

He Tian sighed.


If he listened hard enough, he could practically hear Jian Yi sigh in relief.


He stood and joined Mo Guan Shan on the balcony.

‘Wanna head out in a few?’

Mo Guan Shan nodded, following He Tian back into the room.

They packed in silence.

Left the room.

Turned the key in at the front desk, and asked the valet to get the car.

Mo Guan Shan didn’t ask for the keys this time.

He Tian entered the address Mo Guan Shan gave him into the gps and followed the directions back onto the highway.

‘Did you tell your parents we were coming?’


‘How do you kinda tell someone something?’

‘I told them I was coming.’

He Tian felt a stab of…rejection? Regret?

‘Should I have stayed home?’

Mo Guan Shan looked panicked for a moment.

More so than that exchange could have caused.

‘No, no that’s not what I meant. Shit. I…’

He Tian saw the panic build. Zero to sixty in seconds.

He knew that feeling.

‘Stop. Take a deep breath.’ He Tian instructed.

He did.



‘One more.’

One more.

‘Ok.’ He Tian said softly, prompting him to continue.

‘If I’d told them you were coming they’d have had so many questions and I’m still not sure what I’m going to tell them.’

‘That’s fine.’ He Tian assured him gently.

He reached into the backseat, pulling a small orange bottle from his bag and shaking a small white pill into his palm, embarrassed but silent.

He Tian told him there were drinks in his bag.

He washed the pill down with a sip of cool water, realizing he hadn’t taken anything in front of He Tian since they’d met.

‘You ok?’ He Tian asked after a few minutes.

‘Yeah, I’m fine.’

‘I didn’t mean to upset you.’

‘It’s not you. It’s…all of this. Seeing my family, dealing with it all the sudden.’

‘Are you not close with them?’

‘No, I am. That’s the issue. I left very suddenly, ignoring their warnings and haven’t talked to them in over a month.’

‘Are they angry?’

‘My sister is furious, my parents are mostly just sad and worried. Really it was just a dick move on my part. If I’d given them some warning and explained myself they would have been completely supportive.’

‘But you didn’t?’

Mo Guan Shan shook his head, looking out the window.

‘Not even a day.’

‘Do you want to talk about it?’ He Tian asked.

‘Not right now.’ Mo Guan Shan answered quietly.

Before he could stop himself-

‘Do you think they’ll like me?’

Mo Guan Shan turned to look at him, eyes soft.


He Tian nodded, unsure of how to respond.

‘I take it you don’t meet many parents?’ Mo Guan Shan teased lightly.

‘Never.’ He admitted.



‘You don’t have to. You can stay at a hotel or-’

‘I want to.’ He Tian told him, finding he meant it.

‘Can I ask if you’re sure?’

‘No. No you can’t. You also can’t tell me to just be myself.’

‘Well, that’s all I had.’

He Tian laughed, turning up the music and placing his hand on Mo Guan Shan’s knee, giving it a squeeze.

Mo Guan Shan covered He Tian’s hand with his own, sliding it farther up his thigh.

He’d done it so he could lean back against the seat and comfortably hold He Tian’s hand at the same time.

He Tian jerked his hand back in surprise.

Mo Guan Shan had to lean over and grab the wheel when He Tian nearly swerved off the road.

He Tian corrected the car.

‘Fuck, I’m sorry.’

‘It’s ok…’ Mo Guan Shan touched He Tian’s arm softly in an attempt to be comforting.

He Tian pulled his arm away, gently this time.

Mo Guan Shan quickly jumped to the wrong conclusion.

‘I didn’t mean to, um… I think I misread the situation.’

He Tian huffed out a laugh through gritted teeth.

‘You most certainly did not. That’s what I was trying to say last night. You just… Your skin is so soft, you’re so…’ He trailed off, desperately searching for the right way to say this.

Mo Guan Shan waited for him to continue, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth.

He Tian looked away quickly.

‘He Tian, I’m sorry, but I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.’

He took a deep, calming breath, tightening his hands on the steering wheel.

‘I am trying SO hard here, but every time you touch me, I feel like I’m going to fucking lose it.

‘Oh.’ Mo Guan Shan said softly, catching on.

‘I can take care of that for you, if-’

‘Oh my god. Don’t finish that sentence. I’m about to meet your parents!’

Mo Guan Shan tried to suppress a smile.

‘Don’t even look at me. Turn around. Sit quietly and think about what you’ve done.’

Mo Guan Shan obediently turned away with a soft laugh.

‘This is NOT funny. What did you take, ecstasy?!’

Gps said they’d be there in less than an hour.

He pulled up a text Jian Yi had sent him this morning.

‘Mo Guan Shan, call Jian Yi. Tell him it’s a code blue.’


‘Just do it.’

Shrugging, Mo Guan Shan pulled up his recent contacts and selected Jian Yi’s name.

He picked up on the third ring.

‘What’s up? Is everything ok?’

‘He Tian told me to call you and tell you it’s a code blue. Whatever that means.’

Jian Yi chuckled.

‘Am I on speaker?’


‘Can He Tian hear me?’

‘I don’t think so…’

‘Cool. Whatever you’re doing, stop it.’


‘Stop it.’

‘What am I doing?’

‘I don’t know, but stop it.’

‘Is…is this code blue?’

‘Yes. And don’t tell him what I said. I told him code blue was a mild emergency and to have you call me.’

‘I am so confused.’

‘It’s a distraction tactic. Whatever you were doing was overwhelming somehow. So stop it. Do you understand.’


‘Say you understand.’

‘I understand.’

‘Alright. He should composed himself by now. Act like you’ve been put in your place somehow and just…stop it.’


‘Alright. Now if he calls for a code red we’re going to have to involve Zhengxi.’

With that, he hung up.

Mo Guan Shan put the phone in his lap.

He Tian did seem to have calmed down a bit.

Code blue was beginning to make just the tiniest amount sense.

‘So…what is it?’ He Tian asked after a few minutes.’

‘I don’t think anyone but Jian Yi knows that.’

He Tian shrugged and they left it at that.


A/N: I was hoping to make this longer but I just would rather get this up. I promise more answers will be coming soon, but hope you’re satisfied with what you’ve been given here.  

Word Count: 6,545

Your name: submit What is this?

The following day I arrived at the studio early and made my way down to studio two. I was about to push into the first door but stopped and backtracked.

I noticed the plaques outside the wall.

I began at the first one which summarized the rise in her career. Starting at seventeen, she was discovered by a manager and quickly rose to fame. I lingered over a picture of her, he was standing next someone who I assumed was the studio owner. She looked much younger and much more innocent, the persona of the cool mysterious girl hadn’t yet been produced. As I moved onto the next plaque they focused more on her time at the studio going over how she recorded every one of her four albums within that very studio. But I found myself watching the pictures and slowly I saw the progression of age and image she developed.

Just reading the four plaques I felt the pressure she had. It was clear there was a lot of history in that room and there would be even more if she managed to make her next one in that room.

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Long Live (Movie! Jake x reader)

lexichukwu said: Part two of Brave?

Here you go! I hope you like it! x 

Brave (Part 1)

Originally posted by har-rison-s

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So I Killed My First Vampire, Now What?

Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Omega! Donna Hanscum, Beta! Sam Winchester, Beta! Jody Mills

This takes place immediately following the events of “Hibbing 911.”

*This fills the “Possessive Alpha” square for my @spnabobingo card

Master List

Everyone was quiet as we drove back to the sheriff’s retreat.  I was still in shock from the news that not only were monsters real, but I had killed a real live vampire not 30 minutes ago. What the cuss!

“You did good, Hanscum.” Jody said from the seat next to me. “I know this is a lot to take in believe me.”

“I don’t know about you three, but I need a drink,” Dean muttered.  Dean sure drank a lot, even for an Alpha, not that it was any of my business.  But if what we had just seen was any indication of the crap he and Sam dealt with on a regular basis, no wonder!

“And I need a shower!“ I said, trying to wipe the blood off the side of my face. I only succeeded in smearing it on my nose.

“I wanna go somewhere no one knows I’m a sheriff. Meet back here in 30 minutes?” Jody got out of the car and walked away without waiting for an answer. Something told me she wasn’t really asking.  It still amazed me that Jody wasn’t an Alpha.  Alpha females were rare, and she sure acted like one, but there was no doubt about it, she was a Beta.

“Uh, Sheriff? You have blood on your nose. C’mere.” Dean reached over and with a swipe of his thumb, he wiped the blood away.  The cocky grin immediately left his face the instant his skin touched mine, and he looked at me like he wanted to say something.

I felt his touch all the way to my bones, and I shivered.  I knew he was an Alpha, but why did he have to smell so damn good?  For a minute we just stared at each other, until I pulled away. His touch made me really self-conscious.  He was gorgeous,  and I was divorced and needed to lose twenty pounds. I quickly put some distance between us so i could think.

“So now that I’m a member of your monster-killing gang, I think you can call me Donna, ‘kay?”  I teased in an effort to lighten the mood.

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Day Six “Adomania” (Drake x MC)

[A little note: A mini part of a mini part? Mini-ception?]

[Summary: Drake heads to New York with the intention of meeting MC (Robyn), but upon seeing her he’s stricken with how they’ve ended up here.]

[Day One, Day Two, Day Three, Day Four, Day Five]

There’s a distinct air to New York. An edge to every street and every block that reminds Drake of how different city life is. It’s not very similar to Cordonia, with its acres of land and homes richly built from fine architecture. No, New York is packed - jam-packed with people and tall buildings that stretch too far for him to keep up. Sidewalks become traffic as herds flock together like sheep in crossing streets far before the walking sign allows them. 

He’s forgotten how busy the big apple is. The large high-rise buildings with blinking lights and billboards disorient him at closer inspection. Sometimes, if he isn’t watching the wave of traffic, his steps falter and he barely catches himself in time without bumping into another person. It takes time for his eyes to adjust, even more effort for him to feel comfortable. He stops every now and then while strangers briskly rush past him, hastening to get to whatever destination drives them forward.

Drake tries not to spend a lot of time on sidewalk corners. He hates how crammed they are. He prefers to dally behind particularly larger groups. Even when they’re smaller, he still feels the weight of their presence.

The streets are easy to follow with their numbers and his sense of direction. It doesn’t take long for minutes to turn into an hour to reach his destination. Eventually, he arrives where he needs to be and hunkers down a bench and flips through the phone to read Robyn’s texts back to him.

There’s so much I want to say, so much I need to say. 

But I can’t do it unless I see you, in person. 

Meet me in New York.  In Time’s Square. - Robyn.

He’s read it over a dozen times, and yet it still doesn’t feel quite as real as it should. It’s been six days since he’s last seen her, six days of torturing himself with thoughts of her. 

She’s here, he’s here

They’re in the same place without the burdens of the life he’s left behind. The life they both turned away from. For now, all he can think about is the luggage he’s carried with him and how heavy his heart feels. After walking out with Liam’s blessings, and his own longing to see her as motivations to leave - he’s finally here

He adjusts the duffel bag across his back nervously. 

He’s late. 

The flight had arrived past the time it should, and between walking for blocks and the taxi he’s caught - he is far out of his comfort zone. He’s stuck in a fairly over-crowded city without a family face as company as he looks for any sign of her.

He taps his feet impatiently as his eyes scan the crowd. They watch constantly scrutinizing faces in tow. He hopes he isn’t too late.

Then he sees her.

His throat tightens. He can’t move. His body feels paralyzed by the severity of his own emotions that have suddenly trampled him - what if this was a mistake? What if she doesn’t want to see me? What if this doesn’t work out?

Questions that he’s long overplayed are back again to torture his mind. He tries to shake loose from them, but they are not so easily to dissuade by his lack of action.

A feeling he’s almost forgotten fills him. It leaves him breathless, reeling as his eyes take in every detail of her face. Seeing her helps, it makes those little doubts recede back and eases some of his uncertainty. 

She hasn’t seen him yet, so he takes this time to study her. The way her dark eyes keep darting around anxiously. The way those beautiful lips of hers are turned into a slight frown as a puzzled expression stretches across her striking features.

He doesn’t want to say anything.

Not yet.

He’s waiting for her to find him first

Until finally she does.

Her eyes spot him, and that brilliant smile of hers has touched her lips again. The smile he’s spent days daydreaming of. The sight of it sends his heart racing inside his chest, and adrenaline plunges through him as if he’s in the middle of a race. 

He’s moving too without realizing it. 

The world always seem to recede a little when they’re together, separating them momentarily from the busy streets and the sound of cars honking off into the distance when they rapidly close the space between. A few dozen steps are all it takes before their arms encircle each other. 

He still can’t believe she’s really here, not until she pulls away slightly enough to tip forward on her toes to kiss him. Lips sliding against one another, he tastes the salty freshness of her tears. He tastes her blinding sunshine, guiding him back towards the light. His heart feels lighter than it has in days as he drinks in the softness of her lips.  It’s comforting, familiar - he never wants to stop kissing her.

He feels her fingers scrape against the back of his neck, bringing him back to reality. Regretfully, he pulls away long enough for his eyes to stare. “Hi.” It’s the only word he can choke out.

Unexpectedly, she laughs. There’s a tinge of relief in her voice that lingers even as she wipes her eyes dry with the palm of her hand. “Hi.”

His eyes search hers. There’s so much he wants to say, and his mouth opens before slamming shut again. He doesn’t know how to say them. He’s never been good with words, showing how he feels about someone is difficult but better when he can be honest with them. Usually he’s quick to snap a snarky comment or something sarcastic to ease the tension he feels building, but dealing with his own feelings for her has always given him pause. He’s afraid and excited altogether.

He shifts on his feet as he tries to open his mouth again, but all he can manage is a deep sigh. He wants to say everything all at once. He wants to tell her how much he’s missed the sound of her laugh, the moments they’ve snuck away to watch the stars - their talks about family, he wants to say it all. 

And then he remembers, she left. She left without saying goodbye. 

He’s done what he swore he’d never do. He’s chased after her, and suddenly he’s angry. He’s so angry that he whips his head up as his hands balls into tight fists. His jaw clenches and the luggage across his back feels like a burden keeping him here.

What am I doing? 

“You left.” He says flatly, without any remorse. He watches those beautiful eyes of her widen.

“I did…” She mumbles softly, nearly too softly that he barely catches it.

It hurts to know she left. It hurts even more knowing he’s been apart of the reason, it hurts because it’s how Savannah left - without saying goodbye. 

His hands fall loosely at his side and he clutches the bag around him tighter. His thoughts are all too confusing - too much, too fast. He decides as he takes a few cautious steps back that he doesn’t know how to feel. “You left, and it hurts.” His voice cracks a little, and he sweeps his hair from out of his face. “I didn’t think it would hurt so much.” His voice is raw, unrecognizable to him.

He watches her flinch. “I know,” She seems to be looking for words to say. “I know and I’m sorry - I just, I couldn’t stay.” Her eyes are simmering again and this time he’s fighting with his urge to wipe them away. “I couldn’t stay because it hurt too much to stay.”

He doesn’t respond. All he wants to do do is retreat. Everything is overwhelming - everything feels too fast. 

She looks around Time Square before gliding her eyes back to his. “Can we…go somewhere private to talk?”

He hesitates.

“I know meeting here was my idea.” She adds quickly, drawing a breath so deep that he notices her shoulders trembling. “But, I just -” she bites her bottom lip, “I think it’s better to explain somewhere else.” Her eyes plead with his, they are filled with unspoken promises and regret.

He doesn’t know how long they stand there, with inches feeling more as feet separating them. His hands shake as they slide into his pockets. He feels a little tension has been released when he finally speaks. “Okay.”

Twilight Moonbeams and Befuddlement Droughts: A SVT Hogwarts!AU

Word Count: 6912

Characters: Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female, (matchmaker) Joshua Hong, Boo Seungkwan, Jeon Wonwoo, Wen Junhui + various

Prompt: Hansol drinks a love potion and makes more of a mess of himself than usual. 

SVT Hogwarts!AU: Mingyu, Woozi

Ashwinder eggs, peppermint, rose thorns, powdered moonstone and Pearl Dust.

Ingredients ticked across her brain like a grocery list, as she reached for the pink tinted bottle. Her eyes lingered questionably over its contents due to its overzealous advertising, from the gaudy pink label of a kissy-faced woman to the glittery pink ribbon adorning it. At 93 Diagon Alley, of all the things for her to be interested in,  for some reason her eyes drifted to a love potion.

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What a Prize

Pairing: Harry Potter x Pansy Parkinson
Words: 4,485
Soul-Mate AU
Part 2 of my Marked Series on AO3

Pansy did not believe in the theory that everyone had a soul-mate. Her mother told her for years that it was a fallacy, a fake and hopeless dream that romantics in the wizarding world created to feel better about themselves and their pathetic lives. Pansy had never met any adults in her life that were marked, but being marked wasn’t something you shared. It was burned into your skin, right over your heart. It happened once you physically touched the one you were supposed to be with. Most people never saw someone’s heart, it was private, sacred.

Even though Pansy did not believe in this anomaly, she still took time to research it throughout the years.  She read that once you touched the one, the mark would burn into your skin and the pain was excruciating. Over the years, it would blacken with age and heal. It would never leave your skin, it would be a part of who you were forever. It was supposed to symbolize that true love never dies, but Pansy thought it sounded more like a curse than a blessing. To be permanently marked meant you no longer had independence, and Pansy only wanted to take care of herself.

The reason being marked was still considered a theory throughout the wizarding world was because most people did not find their soul mate, and if they did, they were considered the lucky ones. Skeptical witches and wizards, like Pansy’s mother, believed that individuals saying they were marked just got tattoos to convince the world that they were with their soul mate and to “prove” the theory. Pansy wished she wasn’t skeptical like her mother deep down, but she knew it was the best way to keep herself safe. Being safe was better than being vulnerable, and it helped her avoid feeling too much useless hope.

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Coffin [Sehun x Reader]

Rating: T

Warning: Blood

Word Count: 3486

Wishes Note: Vampirism is based on True Blood (the show) with some minor changes.

Originally posted by thefantasticfandoms

Vampires were tired.  Tired of hiding, being considered the weak links in the mythical food chain.  Their fangs sharpers than anything, their speed greater than a werewolf.  The only problem had been sunlight.  That was until the King of a small country fell in love with a witch.  That witch granted him a stone she had enchanted, the sunlight ring.  This ring granted him safe passage through the day without getting scorched.  

Using a drop of fairy’s blood, sunlight rings were worn among the high and noble lines, making the lower to either work their way up or find a witch to make them a ring.  With the new found power, vampire once again took power over mortals and mythical alike.  Settling for peace among the many.  

Generations later, a blood line was established as ruling.  With most others dying off from years of war.  The Three Princes, set to inherit their maker’s throne once he dies.  Prince Junmyeon, Prince Jongin, and Prince Sehun.  

But unlike his brother’s Prince Sehun preferred a life away from the spotlight of high society.  Choosing a kingdom so far from the rich and noble, it was merely ruled over three simple towns.  Blood donations were set up among the villagers, to help sustain him, but he never leaves his premises, falling into his own company.  His castle ran amongst a forest that separated the towns folk from himself, secluding away from everything.  His ring sat upon his finger, his mind elsewhere.  

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// kiss me //

”Said, lil bitch, you can’t fuck with me if you wanted to. These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes,” my girls and I screamed the lyrics and directed the hostility at the men in the room. “Hit the store, I can get ‘em both, I don’t wanna choose. And I’m quick, cut a nigga off, so don’t get comfortable,” I pointing my finger and aggressively poked Justin’s head as he rolled his eyes while fighting back a smile.

We ate the rest of Cardi B as we wrapped every lyric. Khalil didn’t want to admit it but he knew the song just as well as the girls did. “I don’t got to dance now, I make money moves. Said I don’t got to dance I make money moves. If I see you and-“ The music suddenly cut off due to my incoming phone call. The whole house groaned in annoyance as I ran over to my phone and picked up the call instead of ending it so that I could be back on aux.

“Ya’ll got it!” I quickly disconnected for the surround sound before taking the call outside. I took a seat at one of the lawn chairs that was close enough to the edge of the pool that I could dip my feet in the water. I couldn’t stop giggling on the phone as my new man entertained me.

We had only been together for a month or so now but I almost always spend my nights with him. My friends, Justin especially felt some type of way about how I didn’t come around as much or stay long. My man is a bit high maintenance when it came to my time.

“Are you sure you’re not coming over tonight?” He whined into the phone, trying to persuade me otherwise.

“I can’t. Everyone would be pissed if I left,” I hummed. I haven’t received the lecture yet but I knew it was coming. Every time I got into a new relationship my friends claimed that I go ghost on everyone.

“They’d understand if they had a man as fine as me waiting for you to come over,” His deep voice spoke making me wish I was there.

“You think so?” I murmured into the phone

“Yes,” He confirmed.

“I’ll see what I can do. Maybe they won’t care if I go. I could make up as story about needing to-” I began to brainstorm my lie but was interrupted by the back door slamming shut. Through the glass I could see Justin’s body tensely walking away from me. I knew he overheard me trying to get out of tonight.

“Baby, I got to go,” I hung up the phone before he got another word in and quickly moved to follow after Justin. He angrily moved through the living room where all our friends were wondering what was going on. Neither of us said a word as he started up the stairs.

“Justin, wait,” I sighed, running up the stairs as well.

“Go ahead and leave Y/n. Go be with you little boyfriend,” Justin scoffed.

“Don’t call him my little boy friend like you’re my mother,” attitude fill my voice.

“No, I’m sure that when you’re with your mom you don’t try to bail on her,” Justin was over dramatic as he moved into his bedroom.

“Justin it’s not that serious. I’ve been here since dinner it wouldn’t matter if I was to leave. I didn’t even say I was going to for sure,” I tried to defend my actions.

“We never get to see you anymore,” He turned around and looked down at me. His eyes were calculated as he watched over my face.

“We or just you?” I questioned him, knowing its a trigger.

“It doesn’t matter,” He turned around again.

“I think it does because you’re the one thats always pissy with me when I come around anyway,” I nudged him into the wall so that he couldn’t walk away from me again.

“Because all you do is talk about him,” He rolled his eyes, agitated with as as usual.

“Why aren’t you happy for me?” He always did this. Justin would make advances that would never go anywhere and the moment I moved on, he always had some shit to say. Whereas if I were to say anything about any of the little girls he fucks with, I’m a joke to him.

“You know why,” Justin rolled his eyes. I watched as his adams apple bobbed as he watched me.

“You’re the one that never does anything about this,” I scoffed. No blame was to be put on me when all Justin does is play games that I don’t have time for.

“Whatever, Y/N. You can you leave. Do whatever you want,” Justin said the words what always get a rise out of me. Justin can’t just make a scene then dismiss me like I’m regular,

“I’m not leaving,” I shook my head. “You always mope around here bitter because I’m happy with someone who isn’t you.”

“Please you’re not happy,” Justin laughed in my face. There was genuine humor in his smile.

“How the fuck are you going to tell me how I feel?” I spat and pushed him again, knowing it would piss him off.

“You just  love the attention he gives you,” Justin gripped my wrists in his hands easily. “You know as soon as you get bored you’re going to toss him aside like you do everyone else.”

“That’s not true,” I denied the undeniable.

“Then why are you in my bedroom room trying to save face. And why do you have me pinned against this wall? I’m not about to do anything, Y/N. You know how I feel and I can wait this shit out,” Justin was officially back on his bullshit. The game of cat and mouse needed to end.

“We’re friends. I don’t feel the same anyway,” I shook my head. Justin made his intentions clear all those nights we spent tangled in the sheets of his bed and hotel rooms. But that was a long time ago.

“You don’t?” He challenged me.

“I don’t,” I lied. Looking up at his perfectly sculpted face. The entertainment of watching me was apparent on his face as I took in everything. I didn’t want him. I swear I didn’t want him again.

“Then why does it look like you’re about to kiss me,” Justin leaned in as if his lips were about to brush mine for the first time in a long time.

“Please, J-“

“I promise I won’t tell him. Go ahead and do it. Kiss me,” Justin challenged me.

“No,” I shook my head.

“Then why are you still here if yo-”

“Shut the fuck up, Justin,” I leaned up on my tippy toes and angrily joined our lips. Justin gave me half a second before he grabbed my ass and picked me up off my feet. I let out a little gasp as my back hit the wall and Justin began grinding between my legs that were open for him.

Our kisses were angry as we bit and sucked everything we could feverishly. My head was getting hot at the thoughts of how much I wanted him and not my boyfriend. My boyfriend could never make me feel this good.

“Say you want me,” Justin lips left mine and sucked and bit from my neck to the top of my breast. “You can’t go home to him like this can you? He can’t do it like I can, can he? Say you want me,” Justin hands trailed between my legs as he made my neck his property.

“I want you,” I gave in and in a second my back hit the bed.

from the best friends drabble list

Favorite Stark. (Peter Parker.)

Requested – Yes.

Prompt – You are Tony Stark’s daughter and you are jealous that your dad pays more attention to Peter Parker than his own daughter.

Warning – Has cursing. Very emotional. Possible grammar errors bc I didn’t edit this yet.

Words – 1,721.


A parent and a child’s bond should be strong enough to last any fight or struggle they might come across. It is different for everyone and those that are destined to have that special connection should cherish it because it could quickly vanish at a blink of an eye. People or things will try to break the link if the parent and child take their relationship for granted. There is always a weakness that can destroy the tie in a million pieces. It is the parent and the child’s duty to stay as stable as possible.

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The Quarry *Requested*

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 900

“I know he isn’t the most pleasant person to be around. But you need to go with him, wether he likes it or not, he’s going to need help.” Dale told you. “That’s an understatement. Daryl can’t stand me for some reason and you want me to go into the woods with him?” You said letting out an annoyed sigh. “Why can’t you get someone else to do it?” You asked. “Everyone else already has their job for the day, except you.” Dale said. “Fine.” You grumbled and walked towards Daryl’s tent to get him. “Daryl? Are you awake?” You asked him, standing outside his tent. “The fuck you want?” You heard a voice grumble back to you, making you roll your eyes. You took a deep breath trying to not let him get on your nerves. “Dale told me you were going hunting this morning, he said you’re going to need help.” You replied. Daryl quickly exited the tent and almost made you fall backwards because of the force he used.

“I ain’t bringin’ ya along with me. Are ya out of yer damn mind?” Daryl growled at you. “Goddammit, I am going! So stop fucking whining! The quicker we get this over with the quicker you can get away from me, because I know how much you like my company.” You yelled at Daryl, surprising him with your outburst. “Whatever, just don’t slow me down.” Daryl answered, grabbing his crossbow. “Your wish is my command Mr. Dixon.” You said sarcastically, following him into the woods.

From the first day Daryl met you, you had some sort of an affect on him. He always put an effort into finding out where you were and where you were going, secretively of course. Despite his obvious feelings for you, he acted like an asshole towards you more than anybody, on purpose. He couldn’t let his guard down, because that would mean letting you in and making himself vulnerable. You on the other hand had the same unknown connection with him, for some incomprehensible reason, you cared for him too.


Walking through the woods gave you time to appreciate the view in front of you. It was so hot outside today and he was sweating a little. He kept his crossbow raised in front of him, showing off his muscles. “Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.” You thought to yourself with an amused expression on your face.

More and more time passed and you were beginning to think that you would never find this deer. Daryl was stubborn though and he had been tracking it for days, he wasn’t going to give up now. “Ah!” You squealed, tripping over a branch. Daryl foresaw the movement and grabbed you around your waist before you could fall. “Will ya at least watch where yer fuckin’ goin’?” Daryl snapped at you, with his arm still holding you close to him. He hurriedly walked away from you, trying to forget the way your body felt against his. You stood there for a moment with a flushed face, before you started to follow him again.

“Son o’ a bitch! That’s my deer!” Daryl shouted, seeing a walker gnawing on it.


A lot of events had happened between then and now. But right now all you could think about was how relieved you were, able to be in a place where you didn’t have to sleep with one eye open all the time. The group had finally made it to the CDC. You looked at everyone sitting around the table, they all had smiles on their faces. Even Daryl who had a frown engraved into his face all the time was smirking a little bit. Glenn passed you a bottle of wine and your poured yourself a small glass, taking sips here and there, you weren’t much of a drinker to begin with. Tonight you felt like everyones designated driver and you were completely fine with that.


“Whoa, take it easy there.” You said when you saw Daryl stumble down the hallway. You hooked your arm around his and led him to his room. “Yer beautiful.” Daryl murmured as you sat him down on his bed. “Someone clearly has had to much to drink.” You answered, but couldn’t keep yourself from blushing. “No, I mean it.” Daryl said, pushing a stray piece of hair out of your face with his index finger. “Everythin’ about ya is beautiful.” He said kissing your neck. “Daryl.” You sighed, knowing this was wrong and he would forget about all of this by morning. “Try to get some sleep ok?” You told him. “Hmm.. don’t leave me.” He answered, closing his eyes and falling asleep immediately. You stayed there for a while staring at him, he looked so peaceful. You couldn’t help but brush your hand across his cheek. Eventually you left, quietly closing the door behind you.

You stayed up most of the night, thinking about what Daryl had said to you. “Did he really know what he was saying? Does he.. like me?” You thought. You heard from somewhere that your true feelings come out when you’re drunk. You didn’t know if that was true or not, it was probably just some urban myth. “I hope he means it.” You thought, holding your pillow tightly. I really hope he means it.

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