no i love the door slam okay

a letter to everyone who’s ever hurt me;

i am so god damn tired of hearing “you did nothing wrong, you deserve better, you deserve so much love, i don’t deserve you.” it is engraved in my fucking head. i want to rip out my teeth and slam them into your heart so you know how it feels to cough up broken pieces of a person you once loved. because you shoved all of these words down my throat and i was convinced, maybe for once, someone felt it too. it’s like putting money in a machine, fuel me and make me work and I’ll confine to your needs. give me happiness and I’ll give you all my love. with one smile i will give you my ribs, with one touch, one call, i will personally rip my heart out with my bare hands and place it right into yours and I’ll do you a favor and ignore your trembling hands and instead, I’ll shoot you with a, “hey, how ya doing? haven’t talked to you in a while!” text cause i have never been one for subtlety or expressing how i feel. “im sorry. you deserve more, you don’t deserve that, you deserve so much love!” then why does this keep happening to me? if i deserve more, why is all of my love one sided? unrequited? why is my heart layered in stitches and still im the one who always gives. if you are so sorry why in the fuck do you keep letting me crash and burn? why in the fuck did you think it was okay to tell me you loved me and then not speak a word to me for three fucking months? i have always been one to remember everything and i remember the way your lips felt on mine for the very first time and how i was so in shock i couldn’t even kiss back but i swear to fucking god i felt my veins turn into fireworks and my body into a land mine and with one more touch i thought that i just mightve exploded and jesus fuck i don’t even know how you feel and i have destroyed myself pondering over it and they tell you that their touch means forever but all i can think about is you telling me i deserve better but if i deserve so much more why will no one reach out and give it to me? i am choking on water and drowning in my own house because i gave you the key and i trusted you with all i had but when you walked away you left the faucets on and i wondered why i just couldn’t stop crying. i think you slammed the door too hard, i think my water bill is too high, i don’t even bother to wipe my eyes because all i can think about is your smile and how it made me feel like i was finally safe but all i ever am is somewhere for people to go when they need to take refuge, and i am never a permanent home, just a quick little stop, a let’s take a break, unwind and ruin the foundation kind of stop. an “oh its okay it’ll only hurt a bit” kind of stop, an “i love you.” kind of stop but i always love more, so can you stop? i can’t stop bleeding, i can’t stop scratching myself raw, i can’t stop screaming because all i am good for is always loving more and i am so beyond tired of hearing how i deserve better, maybe i don’t want better, maybe i am ready for a fight, maybe i am fragile and gentle and cry all the time over the smallest thing because one bad thing just sends my heart crumbling but i want a love that rips me apart and maybe im already in pieces but i really wouldn’t mind if you turned me black and blue because i swear to god, no matter what, im always going to love more so i might as well just see how much i can take before i collapse on the floor and i am so tired of always being the one with the brave face and im tired of forgiving without even a slight trace of an apology and i don’t even give a shit that you don’t talk to me anymore because maybe i did deserve more and maybe i finally found it but im afraid this fire is unrequited too and i am so tired of burning one second and being ice cold the next and all i need is consistency but i get summer days filled with winter nights and i am sorry for always loving more. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen but we all know that is a god damn lie because my hearts already prepped and ready for the next gaping chest i see. // i think that’s my problem, im always one to give without them even asking for anything but i cannot stop stitching up soldiers in a war i wasn’t even drafted in.

All I Ask Of You

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NOTE: This fic includes songs and lyrics from various musicals, so scattered throughout are links to youtube videos for those songs. Enjoy!


Chat Noir loves musicals.

It really shouldn’t surprise me. Cats exists, of course he loves musicals. After he found out I’m into musicals, it’s all he talks about when we’re on patrol. But I can’t even remember how we got on the subject. I think I was humming a few bars of ‘76 Trombones’ from The Music Man one day and he recognized it instantly. He started talking about various musicals he’d seen, either live or recorded, musicals he wanted to see (Hamilton and The Lion King topped the list), and his favorite songs from each. Which leads me to my second discovery.

Chat Noir has a beautiful voice.

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Here’s what we’re gonna do

A/N: I’m sorry. This is angsty & will probably bum you out…but I’m using it to set up for a fic I’ve been really wanting to write which results in happiness! Reader is Dean’s twin. There will be a part two! 

Warnings: Check the tags, angst

John x Daughter!Reader   Dean x Sister!Reader  Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by heytheredeann

You swear you could hear the blood rushing through your ears while you stared at the pink plus on the pregnancy test. This couldn’t be happening. You were supposed to just have a stomach bug, not be pregnant. You sat down on the edge of the motel bed, grateful for your decision to stay home today and that Sam and Dean were still at school.

Hours passed as you sat on the bed thinking about the situation you were in. What were you going to do? You were only seventeen years old. You couldn’t raise a kid in this life, hell you weren’t sure you’d be able to safely carry a baby in this life. What would Sam and Dean think? Hell, what was your dad going to say?

A sob ripped through you as it began to sink in just how screwed you were. You buried your face in your hands as you thought about it some more. How were you supposed to afford a doctor? How would you afford baby stuff?

Closing your eyes, you tried taking deep breaths you attempted to collect yourself. You needed to think of some sort of plan before Sam and Dean came home. Dean would be able to tell something was wrong the moment he looked at you, it was that weird twin connection the two of you shared.

The motel door unlocking and opening quickly grabbed your attention; it was too early for Sam and Dean to come home, which only meant one thing, dad was back early from a hunting trip.

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BTS reacting to you leaving after a fight.

Kim Namjoon:
He watched you pack your bags with shaking eyes and not said anything to you, too scared of the consequences. When you walked past him with tears streaming down your reddened cheeks, something inside of him died a little by the realization of what your argument has caused.

He ran after you out the house and grabbed you by your hand, turning you around to him. “Where are you going?” He asked with a trembling voice, feeling his eyes well up. “I never meant for this to go as far as it did. Don’t leave before we’ve talked this out.” He pulled you into him and wrapped his arms tightly around your body, too scared that you might run away if he let go.

Kim Seokjin:
He nervously paced up and down the empty apartment, the silence almost driving him insane. He dialed your number constantly, his heart dropping a little further whenever it goes straight to voice mail. 
He dropped down on the bed, throwing the lamp off the bedside table in frustration as thunder rolled in from the east. 

He felt terrible for letting you go that easily and a lonely tear rolling down his cheek gave away the pain he felt inside. Suddenly he heard the front door slam shut and rushed back into the kitchen to find you standing in drenched clothes, your eyes bloodshot from crying. He didn’t give it a second thought and run over to you, holding your body close to his. “This shouldn’t have happened Y/N. I was worried sick. Please don’t ever leave me again.”

Min Yoongi:
He let you go at first, thinking that you’d come back after letting out what you didn’t want him to see. After a while, he started to become anxious about his decision of letting you go without telling him where you’re heading. He tried to call you but the minute it went to voice mail, he grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and ran out the shared apartment, slamming the door shut behind him. 

He ran down the empty street, rain hitting the ground with force and soaking his clothes entirely. When he wanted to give up, he noticed a lonely silhouette sitting on the bench across from the coffee shop he took you for your first date, her hair drenched in rain. He let out a sigh in relief and ran over to you, putting his jacket around your shoulders before kneeling down in front of you. “Honestly if we ever decide to fight again, let’s agree not to run away during storms again.”

Jung Hoseok:
His jaw dropped the minute he noticed you packing your suitcase with tears streaming down your now pale cheeks. He gulped, nervous to ask you the question he held back for so long. “Where are you going?” He mumbled, feeling the familiar knot in his stomach tightening. “We need a break.” You answered, your voice cracking. 

As you walked past, Hoseok got ahold of your arm and pulled you back towards him, his gaze meeting yours. “You can’t just run away and pretend that it’ll be okay eventually. If you leave now, I don’t think we’ll ever find a solution to any of our problems and this love is going to waste.”

Kim Taehyung:
He slammed down his hand on the door in front of you, causing it to fall shut again. You jumped slightly and felt his heavy breathing against your neck. You turned around to notice him standing behind you, his lips trembling. A smile tugged on his lips as his eyes met yours. “If you’re really doing this, at least tell me where you’re going.” He said with a threatening tone, inching closer until his lips were only a hairs-breadth away from yours. 

“Tell me that where you’re going you’ll be safe and that I don’t have to lose sleep worrying about you even if this was in the end, your decision. Tell me that I won’t have to drive hours on time just to find you stranded on the side of the road like a wild animal?”

Park Jimin:
He chase after you, screaming your name at the top of his lungs but you didn’t bare to stop, you wanted to flee from him for a while. You dragged the suitcase behind you, sobbing violently as you thought about what has removed this final thread that caused you to leave. 

You stopped dead in your step when a hand grabbed your shoulder and spun you around. Jimin’s eyes locked with yours, he didn’t dare to look away. A single tear rolled down his cheek, his eyes glistening with frustration. “Is it that easy to you? Am I that easy to you? Do you think that I’ll just apologize for saying what’s on my mind because you’re threatening to run away? Because if that’s the case, you’re right…” His voice cracked, another tear rolled down his cheek, followed by another one and another one. “Stay with me until the end of time, princess.”

Jeon Jungkook:
He watched the door fall shut, his breath becoming short as reality hit him. You really left. He heard the engine starting and watched the car pull out of the driveway. He slid against the door and ran his hand through his hair, letting out a loud sigh.  A single tear slid down from his warm, butterscotch eyes, followed by another one, and another one, until soon, a steady stream of salty tears flowed it’s way down his pale cheek, releasing the sadness and sorrow that has been held inside of him for all this time but still he did not make a sound.

He waited a little longer, pacing down the apartment for hours on time, nervously holding onto his phone, anxiously waiting for a sign from you. Anger raised inside of him by the thought that he has caused you to put yourself under such danger. Suddenly, a burst of anger rushed through his body and he threw his phone against the wall, watching it break into pieces. He screamed out loudly, not wanting to accept reality. “This can’t be. No. Why did she leave so easily? Why did I not stop her?”

the last ten months

prompt: the last ten months of your relationship with lin and he shows up at your doorstep

pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader

word count: 2,790 someoNE TAKE THE ALPHABET AWAY FROM ME

warnings: mentions of sex, light swearing probably, lil bit of angst

a/n: i’m actually really proud of this but lemme know what u think xoxoxoxo 


now

You heard the knock on your door but tried to ignore it. It was 2:03 a.m., and you had a show tomorrow. When the pounding got louder, you groaned. Grumbling, you blindly patted your nightstand looking for your glassed. Pushing them onto your face, you pulled yourself towards the door.

You had barely hiked up your sweats by the time you saw him.

Lin.

He was soaked to the bone, dripping on your front step. You had to rub your eyes to make sure you were seeing this right, the previous ten months flashing before you as he breathed out:

“Y/N.”


ten months before.

You had been studying there for no more than an hour when the door chimed. Usually, you were the only one here. The coffee shop was practically off the grid and on the verge of going bankrupt, so the signal of a customer surprised you. Nevertheless, you went back to studying for your chemistry exam.

But when you heard his laugh, your head shot up. He was on the phone. You tried to go back to your work again.

Each time though, it got harder and harder to solve the never ending equations in front of you. Sighing, you threw your pencil down. 

The brunette two tables away turned. Sheepishly, you mumbled an apology. He had his computer out now, probably working on something. He smiled though, something you don’t see often enough in New York.

“Whatcha working on?” he added before you could ignore him.

You looked down at your work before responded, “Chemistry,” you sighed.

“Yikes,” he laughed, “I failed that as a sophomore.”

That made you grin, turning a little so you could see him more clearly.

“What about you?” you pushed. His smiled grew, making your chest swirl,

“This,” he said, patting his computer, “is my current pride and joy.”

Your eyebrows shot up, interested.

“I’m writing a musical.” he said. You instinctively leaned forward, wanting to hear more. “It’s about Alexander Hamilton.”

“First Secretary of Treasury.” 

His eyes lit up, “Yeah!”

He moved his chair closer, “I’m Lin,” he said as he extended his hand.

“Y/N,” you smiled.


nine months before

He saw you again. Every day for a month. He would sit in his seat, maintaining his distance, not wanting to push you. He showed up every day at three and got nervous when you weren’t there. Once, after about three weeks of this, he this slip. You blushed at his concern. However, knowing that you weren’t going to be there today, you left a note for the barista.

He arrived at the cafe, immediately searching for you, ready to share his new ideas with you for the show. When he saw the empty cafe, he panicked. 

“Chill, dude. She left you a note,” the barista said, pointing to your usual table. Sure enough, there was a white piece of paper labeled: Lin

He rushing to read it, he nearly tripped over the chair in front of him. The barista rolled her eyes at him. 

Reaching the paper, his eyes scanned the words quickly.

Lin -

I have an interview today. I’ll see you tomorrow. Finish Helpless - I can’t get it out of my head and I won’t be satisfied until I hear the ending. 

Always,

Y/N

ps: barista is grumpy today. play nice.

Lin smiled at the letter. He read it over and over, and practically had it memorized by the time he ordered his coffee. He was trying, really. He was trying really hard not to fall for you. But every time he saw you, he couldn’t tell if his heart stopped or if it just started beating really, really fast.


eight months before

Coffee has progressed. He had convinced you to go to a sandwich place downtown, and then a bookstore, and then his apartment. Nothing was labeled, and that seemed to make it both easier and harder.

Easier in the sense that you knew if you said something wrong, he wouldn’t flip. Harder in the sense that all you wanted was to feel his smirk against your lips.

Lin was banging working on a new song for the show as you read. Eventually, he got frustrated and slammed his hands on the keys, causing you to jump. He mumbled an apology, embarrassed. 

You offered a small smile, getting up and walking towards him. You placed your hands on his shoulders and his instinctively reached for them. You felt your heart flutter.

“Play it for me,” you tried.

He huffed, “It sucks.”

You shrugged, “Play it anyways.” And so he did. You made him slide over so you could side beside him on the piano bench. He felt your head fall on his shoulder. Lin didn’t even realize when his hand left the keys and grasped your own.

You didn’t leave until midnight, and he had almost convinced you to stay over. But you declined, you had an interview tomorrow. Before you left, he kissed your cheek. 

When you woke up the following morning, you still hadn’t stopped blushing.


seven months before

He felt different. Maybe it was the way your dress held to you, maybe it was the fact it was Valentines day. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t defined the relationship. Maybe it was the bottle of red wine you two split. Maybe it was you. But Lin was far too warm.

It was probably the alcohol.

It was most definitely you.

The day before, he had offered to take you out for dinner “as friends.” You obliged, happy to spend time with him. The two of you had become practically inseparable, almost everyone noticing. 

Your roommate, Kate, had even forced you into some red dress that nearly two sizes too small. Still, the look Lin gave you when you walked towards him that night made the fact that you couldn’t breathe manageable. 

“You look stunning,” he gushed.

That night, he kissed you. 

You were standing on the doorstep to your apartment, positive Kate was waiting up for you. He hadn’t made a move, and you almost left. But then his eyes were on you, and then his hands were, and then his lips were. 

Feverishly, you clutched onto his jacket, pulling him flush against you. You could feel his smile against your lips. You were flying.

As he walked home, - well, more like skipped home - he texted his buddy Anthony.

to: anthony

Is ten minutes too soon to call?

from: anthony

How much do you like her?

to: anthony

Way more than I probably should.

from: anthony

Then you should’ve called her five minutes ago.


six months before

Some called it sexual tension, some called it chemistry. You called it teasing, he called it a curse. 

So, after making out with him nearly every night - because God, that boy was a fantastic kisser - you started to feel a little guilty; maybe he wanted more.

You remembered stressing about it the night before. You absolutely wanted to sleep with him. Just the thought of his hands on you had you dropped into a puddle. 

Still, you weren’t sure if he’d like you after. What if all he wants is sex? What if I’m not that good? He’s going to leave me.

Stop it, you thought. Lin wasn’t like that…right?

Right.

When you rang his doorbell the following day, he was wearing a teeshirt and sweats. Still, seeing you all dressed up in the maroon dress Kate had picked out the night before, he panicked.

“Did I forget we had a date? You look beautiful - I can go change. God, you look beautiful -” he was rambling.

You laughed lightly and shook your head. Walking into his apartment, you swallowed your pride.

“We need to have sex.”

He gaped, stumbling over his words, “Uh -”

You held a hand up, “We need to have sex.”

He took a step towards you. Bashfully, he muttered something to his feet. Immediately, you turned, “What?”

“I’m not ready,” he said again, this time stronger. 

You blanched, repeating yourself, “What?”

“I really, really like you. And I want to have sex with you, God - I want to have sex with you, but I don’t want to ruin it if we do. I want it to be special with you, because - because, you’re special.”

You paused before taking his hand, “I thought I was making you wait. I didn’t want you to leave me because we weren’t having sex.”

Lin’s smile calmed your nerves, “I’m not going anywhere.”


five months before

Being with him was like standing too close to the sun. Your whole body was constantly burning, but there was never a dull moment. Everything was always moving with him. He was kinetic energy.

But your favorite moments were the ones at piece. Where the furniture, people, lives around you were in constant motion, but you were there. With him. Calm.

He was the eye of the hurricane; everything was quiet, for just a moment.

Times like these were rare: when his hips rolled over yours; when he would ask to try on your glasses to make fun of how blind you were; when he would buy your favorite ice cream, knowing you wouldn’t pick it up yourself; when you had to wear a scarf to cover up last night’s kisses; when he held you.

They were small, but they made your chest feel light and your toes tingle. So when he came home that night, pizza in one hand, a bottle of champagne in the other, you couldn’t shake the thought of loving him. You couldn’t shake the thought that this man was changing your life and you were doing exactly what you told yourself not to do: falling in love with him.

Still, just a week he said it first. He didn’t mean to. He was hanging up the phone with you when it happened.

“I’ve got to stay late today,” he said. He was at a workshop for Hamilton, the play finally coming together. 

“Okay,” you said, working around the kitchen. You had planned to cook, but now that he wouldn’t be home for a while, you grabbed a box of CheeseItz and sat on the couch.

Lin signed something Karen had brought over, holding the phone between his shoulder and his ear.

“I miss you.”

You heard him chuckle lightly, “I miss you more.”

“Get back to work,” you teased.

“Okay, okay. I’ll see you when I get home.”

“Yep.”

“Love you.”

“Bye.”

You had both hung up before you realized what happened. Calling back so quickly, he had barely hung up the phone.

“Babe?” he asked, concerned.

“I love you too.”


four months before

You two had a big fight. It was bad. Your words were sharp as angry tears streamed down your face. 

It was the first time in weeks that you had slept at your own apartment, slamming his door on the way out. 

Kate held you as you cried, forcing you to turn off your phone as the endless dings only made you cry harder.

You didn’t sleep that night, so when you walked into the coffee shop, desperately in need of caffeine, you nearly broke down again at the sight of him.

Clearly, he hadn’t slept either. His hair was sticking up and his eyes were tired. The bags under them seemed to grow each day after work, but today seemed especially bad. 

He sat at the table, nursing a cup of coffee. Beside him was a bouquet of peonies next to him. You couldn’t mute the quick intake of air, snapping his eyes to yours. After a beat, he stood and took a step closer you. 

Simultaneously, you blurted out, “I’m sorry.”

He held you that night. And it was all you needed.


three months before

Lin left the week before. He was doing an interview in California and wouldn’t be back until the following Friday.

You were bored, honestly. You were bored of a quiet house. But worse than being bored? You missed him.

God, you missed him like hell. You missed the sound of his voice. You missed his endless piano playing. You missed his sweet notes you found of the counter when you woke up after him. You missed Sunday morning breakfasts where he would make blueberry pancakes and kiss you, tasting like maple syrup. You missed his warmth at night. You missed him.

So when your phone vibrated around 4:30 in the morning the following day, you checked it immediately.

from: Lin
I love you

You laughed lightly before your phone went off again.

from: Lin
I didn’t say that enough today


two months before

“What if they don’t like me?” you asked anxiously, refusing to get out of the car.

“Y/N, you have nothing to worry about. They are going to adore you.” 

You bounced your leg. He wanted you to meet his parents. Tugging slightly at your dress, you huffed before taking his hand. He shut the door behind you, pushing you against it.

“They,” he started, kissing your nose.

“Are,” Your forehead.

“Going.” Cheek.

“To.” Jaw.

“Love…” Neck - you stopped him, pushing lightly. You knew if he kept going, he was going to get whatever he wanted. So, with the dignity you had left, you stalked in front of him and made sure to sway your hips a little more than usual. He whistled before running to catch up with you.

(For the record, they did love you.)


one month before

He told you this might happen. He did. He told you that the play was gaining popularity and that if it were anything like In The Heights, it might be crazy. You didn’t expect him to be gone so much though. 

But as nights got later, and weekends away got longer, you started to worry if he had forgotten about you. 

Your fears rang true when he forgot to call home and tell you he was flying to Vegas for an interview.

Lin called the following day when he remembered that he said he would call… yesterday. He was even more scared when you didn’t yell at him. When your voice was calm. It was so calm, that he almost missed it.

“I can’t do this anymore.”


now

“Y/N,” he breathed.

You didn’t know what to do, so you just stood there. After a moment more of the only sound being the rain pounding on the roof, you sighed. 

You shook your head, “No.”

“Wait -” he tried, but you stopped him. 

This time, sharper, “No. You - you don’t get to do that. You can’t just disappear from my life and leave me and then a month later come back and pretend like everything is okay and that I’m just going to forget how bad you hurt me -”

“Y/N, let me explain -”

“No! You don’t get to. You don’t get to stand here, all… all wet and sad and expect me to just accept it!” He was getting closer.

“Y/N -”

“No!” You tried to shut the door, angry tears running down your face. He stopped you, dripping on your door mat.

“Y/N, you don’t know how hard I’ve tried to walk away. You don’t know how hard I’ve tried to forget your smile and your laugh and your touch but, but God, I can’t! Okay? I can’t.” You had stopped pushing him by now.

“Every day, I go to work and I sing these songs and I do these interviews and all I can think about is you. All I can think about is how awful I was at the end and how much I need you in my life, okay?” You were barely breathing.

“Every day, I sit and wonder: how the hell did I let you slip away? How the hell did I let the best thing that has ever happened to me slip away?” He had started to pace.

“Every day, you were perfect. Every day, you loved me no matter the mistakes I made. And every day, I left. And every damn day, you stayed. And God, I should’ve stayed. God, I should’ve stayed.” He stopped, turning to face you. You took a step forward.

“God, I should’ve stayed,” he managed before you cut him off, pushing your lips onto his. You weren’t sure if the water on his face was from the rain or his tear, but you clutched him like he was going to disappear into thin air at a moments notice. 

“You’re here now,” you finally said. Your lungs burned. Your eyes burned. Your heart burned. Everything burned. But he was there. And he held you. And he stayed.


anonymous asked:

Headcannon where MC refuse to answer any phonecalls or talk to RFA+V+Saeran because she has toothache and don't want to tell them because she had been warned not to eat too much sweets by them. But the gang misunderstood, thinking that MC ignoring them or mad at them??

WELL, HERE’S AN ACTUAL POST =^=

I didn’t do Jaehee because I think she’d be really calm and understanding, and wait patiently until you eventually tell her—although she’d still be slightly nervous for the entire time until you revealed the truth. 

Same with V (especially V, he would probably just quietly blame himself until your toothache gets better so you can tell him…)

But here you go~!

–R.I.

Yoosung

  • You’d already been ignoring him all day
  • Usually you’d cheerfully reply to him as soon as he sent the messages
  • He was beginning to worry if he had done something wrong
  • After all… he had lied to you about not playing LOLOL last night, in exchange that you wouldn’t eat sweets…
  • Oh no. Maybe you found out about his lie.
  • He left hundreds, woah, wait it just became thousands, of voicemails on your phone
  • “MC!! I DIDN’T MEAN TO, I SWEAR! PLEASE DON’T HATE ME!”
  • “I WON’T EVER LIE AGAIN, JUST DON’T IGNORE ME…”
  • “Why won’t you return my calls >_<”
  • “MC… I’ll give up LOLOL if you would just talk to me!”
  • “Please… I’m sorry for breaking my promise….”
  • As his voicemails blasted from your phone one after the other, you felt more and more clueless—what in the world was he talking about?
  • Seriously, what crime had he committed to apologize so intensely? Your phone had been vibrating the entire f*cking morning.
  • When your phone rang AGAIN, you picked it up
  • “DAMMIT Yoosung, SHUT UP ALREADY!! It’s not my fault if you committed a crime! Don’t drag me into this!”
  • You hung up angrily, glaring at your phone as you rubbed on the outside of your poor, poor toothache.
  • Meanwhile:
  • Yoosung was tearing up from your phone call. S-she considers it a crime…? NOOOOOO!!
  • “I’LL NEVER LIE AGAIIIIIIN!!!” he bawled
  • And the misunderstandings only continued to grow.
  • (But your tooth felt better!!)

Zen

  • “Baaaabe… why won’t you talk to me?”
  • You’d cancelled out on a date, and you hadn’t talked to him the entire day PLUS you hadn’t answered his nightly phone calls—it was a TRADITION between the two of you, TRADITION!!
  • Now Zen was at your door, half sobbing as you refused to let him inside the apartment.
  • You were suffering from a toothache, and you really really didn’t want to talk to him right now
  • He’d even been telling you yesterday, “Babe, I know you love sweets but it’s not good to eat too many! If you really need something sweet… you can have me, instead!”
  • …to which you pushed him aside and took another cookie from behind him.
  • Zen’s knocking persisted, “I know you’re in there! Please come out? We can talk about it… Was it a fake scandal or something? You know I only love you… It must be a misunderstanding, let’s talk, okay?”
  • He was starting to sound desperate, and you almost felt sorry for him… BUT.
  • Yes, BUT, your pride still won over your sympathy. There was no way you were going to let him know that he had been right, that you shouldn’t have eaten so many sweets.
  • His knocking suddenly stopped when another door slammed open- probably your neighbour’s.
  • The familiar old lady’s voice shouted, “STOP KNOCKING AT THE DOOR, YOUNG MAN! IF YER CHEATING AND UNFAITHFUL, IT’S YER OWN DAMN FAULT, EH, PRETTY BOY? LEAVE ‘ER ALONE AND STOP YER WHININ’!”
  • You could almost hear Zen’s jaw drop to the ground
  • He would never cheat on you.
  • “What the- no stop, don’t touch me!” Zen shrieked.
  • The old lady’s voice came again, “Oh my, come to think of it, you’re actually quite handsome… Well, since you’re a naughty, unfaithful lad anyway, why don’t you come with me?”
  • “NO! STOP! MC!!!! SAVE ME, PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR”
  • “MC?! GOD SEVEN? HELL, EVEN JUMIN HAN!! I’ll forgive you for everything, even your inability to see my beauty, just please save me…”
  • Screams of agony filled the apartment building.

Jumin

  • “MC. Don’t eat all the sweets at once, you’ll get a toothache, okay?” he said calmly as he gifted you a box of assorted candy.
  • That had been what he told you last night, to which you had carelessly nodded to without really paying attention. You really regretted not listening to him now—but there was no way you would let him have the satisfaction of being right.
  • You proceeded to lock yourself in the room for the day so you wouldn’t have to face him. When he called you to say he’d be coming home from work soon, you only hummed a short reply. “Mhm…”
  • Concerned by your short, seemingly distant reply, he arrived home almost immediately after the call.
  • In swift, long strides, he’s walked to the door of your bedroom, knocking every now and then.
  • “MC..? Are you feeling sick?” Knock knock.
  • “Should I call a doctor?” Knock knock knock.
  • “Do you need Elizabeth the 3rd?” Knock knock.
  • “I’m sorry for hogging her last night. I promise to share her wonderful embodiment of fur with you the next time.” Knock.
  • “Or are you, perhaps, hungry…? Oh. Could it be your time of the month? I have heard women tend to be grumpy and irritabl-“
  • You swung open the door, glaring at him. “Hmph!” you grunted, refusing to open your mouth to reply.
  • He stared.
  • And stared.
  • …and stared.
  • “PFFT!” then he burst out laughing. “GYAHAHAHAH—you! You look! HAHAHAHH!!”
  • What the- who died and replaced the serious, dull Jumin Han with this out of character laughing freak??
  • Seriously, this guy’s sense of humour was whack.

Seven

  • The number that you are trying to reach is not available right now. Please call again later.
  • The number that you are trying to reach-
  • The number that you-
  • The nu-
  • Beeeeep, beeeep, beeeep, beeep…
  • All seven of Seven’s phones couldn’t get in contact with you right now.
  • He knew that you were home—the GPS on your phone showed it! And you hadn’t left your house today either, according to his security cameras. (Stalker alert lololol)
  • Instead of trying to bother you more, he began to sulk in the corner of his dark, dark room.
  • I don’t deserve her.
  • She probably hates me now.
  • Mushrooms were growing on top of his head as each thought made him more and more depressed.
  • It’s no wonder… I didn’t share the last Honey Buddha Chips with her yesterday…
  • MC -
  • His phone suddenly rang, showing your caller ID.
  • “MC?!” he exclaimed excitedly.
  • Seeeveeeen… I can’t take it anymore!” your muffled voice came through the speaker. “My tooth… It hurts too much!! I’m sorry I ate all your boxes of Honey Buddha Chips… Ugghh…”
  • WHAT!?!
  • “WHAT DID YOU SAY?” he shouted, eyes widening in horror.
  • No. NO. That can’t be!
  • Seven fainted.

Saeran

  • Poke. Poke. Poke.
  • He snickered as he poked against your cheek, knowing that you were biting back tears from your painful toothaches.
  • “Grrr,” you growled at him angrily, narrowing your eyes as you pouted.
  • Say it. Tell me I was right. I waaarned you what would happen if you ate too much candy, didn’t I?” he sighed in mock pity.
  • You shook your head furiously, stubbornly refusing.
  • “MC~ I won’t give you the numbing medicine if you don’t say it~” he teased, grinning.
  • You let out a whiny whimper from your throat, giving him your best puppy look face, trying to look pitiful. Instead, this lil asshole only laughed at you.
  • Still, you kept your mouth shut.
  • “Tsk, fine, be that way,” he sighed dramatically, an amused glint in his eyes.
  • But you actually did continue to ignore him, for the entire day. He began to worry if you were really mad at him, and he poked his head into your room to check up on you quietly, not wanting to say anything that could upset you. (It was so cute, awwh)
  • Truthfully, your toothache was even worse now, and you didn’t even have the motivation to let him know that you weren’t mad.
  • So when you woke up the next morning, you found breakfast and ice cream on your table, with a little note next to it.
  • I’m sorry about yesterday, will you forgive me?’
  • Awwww, Saeran~!!
Shorts (Isaac Lahey Imagine)

Summary: So you brought these amazing shorts at Y/F/S (your favourite/favorite shop) and they look amazing on you, Isaac thinks so too. But when you wear them to school, Isaac can’t keep his hands off of you.

Pairing: Isaac X Reader 

Warning: Slight Smut

Fandom: Teen Wolf 

Season: Season 3 PA

Originally posted by laheys-girl

~*~*~*~ 

“So what do you think?” You asked Isaac your boyfriend. You both decided to go shopping for clothes, he wanted to but more scarves to go with his winter coats (which he looks hot in btw). And you did manage to buy scarves…a lot I should say.  

Isaac hums as he looks at the shorts. They were the colour/color of jungle faded green with the fabric of cotton, which they’re really comfortable by the way.  

“They look perfect on you, they match the grey scarf and the denim blue jacket that you’re wearing too. And the white shirt on it makes it look incredible.” He said as you laugh at him. He frowns as he looks at you. “What? Is it bad that I know some fashion taste Y/N?” He said as you smile widely and walk over towards him.  

“No, it’s a good thing.” You said as you brushed your lips against his own as he places his arms around your waist. You pull away and smile at him. “I’ll get them then. And then after that, want some Mexican?” You asked as he didn’t even need to think. 

“You don’t ask me a stupid question like that, scarves and Mexican food are my life.“  

~*~*~  

So you brought the shorts, and your wearing them at school too. All the boys wouldn’t stop look at you, because of them shorts. And let’s just say that… Isaac is totally jealous. Especially when he catches some boy staring, he immediately gives them a death stare or threatens them. Let’s just say that some of the boys are now terrified of Isaac. 

Isaac wasn’t having some horny teenage boys touch his girlfriend, you are his, his girlfriend. And he’s gonna make sure that everyone knows that you’re his. 

~*~*~*~ 

You went to your locker to grab your books out for today. You pull out your maths textbook and exercise book, your history book and English book. Oh the joy of school is carrying so much stuff but then putting it in your locker (lucky we don’t have lockers at my school). 

You close your locker but then all of a sudden you feel a body pressed against your own. His strong arms placed gently against your hips, his strong built body pressed against your own, his soft yet wet lips pressed against your neck. You knew who this is, well because you can tell that he’s slouching down just to kiss your neck. It was your tall giant of a boyfriend Isaac Lahey.

“Isaac!” You moan as he bites down harder on your soft delicate skin. “Isaac stop!” You push him away giggling at him, your small hand on his built chest. “We’re at school.” You said, stating the obvious.

“Well, who’s fault is it to wear those shorts?” He says in a husky voice making you bite down on your lip, blushing like a maniac. He grabs your hand and starts walking, you drop your books since he’s basically dragging you like a rag doll. 

~*~*~*~ 

You and Isaac walk into the boys locker room where you both can have privacy. Isaac pushes you against the wall, sucking your neck making you moan as he finds your sweet spot. You place your knee on his thigh as his hand goes up your shirt. 

You gasp feeling his slender hands creep up there. You can basically feel him smirking against you. He stops kissing your neck and removes the shirt off of you. He stays still staring at you. You started to feel uncomfortable and awkward. You blushed as you try to cover yourself up, but Isaac stops you by grabbing your hands. 

“What are you doing?” You ask in a whisper making him chuckle at you. He pulls your hands down and he stares down at you (well he’s a giant duh!) 

“I’m admiring you, you’re beautiful.” He says sweetly as you blush, you smile sheepishly as you look away from him. He lifts your chin to make you face him, his beautiful crystal blue eyes look straight down at your own beautiful E/C. “I love you.” He says out of the blue as he kisses your neck. 

“I love you too.“ 

~*~*~*~

“Guys I think that Y/N is missing!” Exclaims Stiles as he looks over at his friends, Scott frowns at him as Stiles rolls his eyes and shows him your books that you dropped earlier. “I think she was kidnapped?” He said as Lydia frowns at him. 

“But Y/N can take care of herself, she’s a hunter remember?!” She said as Allison nods looking over at her. 

“Yeah but what if it was the Derach? What if that thing got her?” Stiles said as he starts to freak out, possibly having an heart attack. 

“Wait.” Scott says as everyone stays silent. He then looks up at everyone. “She’s still here.” He said as Stiles sighs in relief. 

“Well thank god!“ 

“She’s in trouble! Same with Isaac!” Scott said as he starts running, Stiles stares having a look saying ‘are you serious?’ And then starts chasing after him, not long with Lydia and Allison behind him. 

"I don’t really care about Isaac.” 

“Stiles!”

~*~*~*~ 

“Isaac!” You moaned as he shoves into you on the wall. Your hands on his back, making marks on him that will soon heal. But for you, this won’t heal until about a month or so? His lips are attached onto your neck, making love marks on there so everyone knows that you’re his and no one can have you. 

He pulls out of you breathing heavily as he places his head on your shoulder to rest, your head leans back against the wall. You take time to adjust what just happen, you try to catch and settle your breathing but after what you just witnessed, it might take some time. 

“I love you.” Isaac says kissing your lips softly but passionately, it was like the last time you’ll ever kiss him. 

“I love you too.” You say between breaths making him chuckle. He gets up and throws you your clothes as you catch them and started to get dressed. 

You managed to put on your panties, bra and shirt while Isaac puts his boxers on. Then all of a sudden you heard a door slamming and running. 

“Y/N! ARE YOU HERE?! ARE YOU OKAY?! WHERE ARE YOU?!” You hear a frantic Stiles yell, you then look up to see Stiles, Scott, Lydia and Allison looking at you and Isaac not even fully dressed yet. 

Stiles stopped dead in his tracks as he sees you without any pants and Isaac just wearing his boxers. 

“Oh god, Isaac put some clothes on.” Stiles says shielding his eyes away from the both of you. 

“Oh Stiles you’re just jealous that I have more muscles than you.” Isaac remarks as he puts pants on. You stand there like an idiot blushing like a maniac. 

“Clearly you guys aren’t in trouble. Just two hormonal teenagers.” Lydia says but mumbles the last part as she walks out, same with Allison and Scott. 

“We do not speak of this out side of this room got it!” Stiles says as Isaac folds his arms and leans against a wall. 

“Sure.” He says as Stiles walks out running to catch up with Scott. 

You and Isaac look at each other as you walk over towards the mirror and looked at the marks on your neck, your eyes widen. 

You soon feel Isaac against you hugging you from behind. But you had other ideas. You turn and slap Isaac on his bare chest making him hiss. He looks at you confuse like a puppy. 

“What was that for?” He asked you as you raise a brow look at him.

“How am I gonna cover these up Isaac?” You say as you try to cover them up with your hair. But Isaac had other ideas. He moves your hands away and moves your hair away as well. 

“Don’t, I want to let everyone know that you’re mine.” He says smiling as you blush. Isaac then walks over to grab his shirt and your shorts as he throws them at you which you managed to catch. “Oh, and don’t wear them shorts in school. Or I’ll find something to punish you.” He says smirking at you. 

You stand there blushing and biting down on your lip as you put your shorts back on. 

I guess that you can’t ever wear those shorts again?

Masterlist

Slushied

Originally posted by chuckcriss

Originally posted by lolurnotgrantgustin


Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader

Request: Hi! Idk if your requests are open but imma go for it: can you please do a Sebastian Smythe x reader thing where they are secretly dating because she’s in the New Directions and they wouldn’t approve? But she is the one that gets hit by the rock salt slushee and he gets all worried? You can go off from there! Thanks 

Word count: 1.678

A/N: Hi, sorry for the late post. I had no time in these weeks, unluckily. Anyways, I added some fluff at the end and I hope that you liked it. Honestly, I’m not happy how it turned out, but I had no clue on how to write it. I tried, though.

- G. x


Love is one of the most important things in your life. You’ve always dreamt of having a prince charming since you were still a little innocent child. You would always envy the Disney princesses and you would always ask your mum when was your prince charming going to arrive in your life. You were just so delightful at the thought of it and it caused you to be so thankful when your other half came into your life: Sebastian Smythe.

You loved the idea of having your boyfriend with you, but the situation became unbearable when the both of you had to hide your relationship from your friends.
Sebastian and you were both in a glee club, The Warblers and New Directions. It was just a shame that the two of you went in two different schools and your groups are always in competition, of course.

Sebastian was the leader of the Warblers and he was the most hated member, of course. He was a competitive person and he loved to annoy his opponents, provoking them with his unnecessary insults and ironic stupid jokes.

You found it hard to hide your relationship from your friends, because you couldn’t ask them for any advices or you couldn’t tell them how your date with Sebastian went. Sebastian forced you many times to reveal them your secret relationship, but you knew that your friends would just separate the two of you and they would never approve it. You loved Sebastian, but you loved your friends too and you just didn’t know what to do.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Kurt shouted your name and you finally turned your head to his side. “Finally, the others have already gone!” He rolled his eyes and you snorted for his actions. Kurt was your gay best friend and his mannerisms have always made you laugh, you never knew for what reason.  

“Sorry.” You finally apologized when you stopped crying and laughing at the same time. He knew the reason why you were laughing and he threw you his empty water bottle, dodging it perfectly. “What is it?”

“The Warblers are already in the auditorium. Let’s kick their asses and get this chaos done.” You laughed at his intensions as you stood up from your chair and you walked towards Kurt.

“C’mon and kick their asses.” You agreed smiling, thinking that you will see Sebastian any time soon.

You walked through the auditorium arm-in-arm with Kurt and you started thinking of the mess your boyfriend’s group creating once again. They were competing against your group at the regionals, but then you found out that both of the groups had the idea of doing a Michael Jackson song. Probably it was your fault, because you left your papers lying around your house messily, but there’s no way you are telling you them that fact.

“Oh, hey losers.” Your cheeky boyfriend looked at you and your best friend as you entered the auditorium. Kurt rolled his eyes once again and you gave him a playful death glare, him trying not to let out a laugh.

“Shut up, idiot.” Santana blurted out. “I think it’s time that I show you a little Lima Heights hospitality.”

“Unless you want to join your relatives in prison, that’s probably not the best idea.” He flashed her a flirty smirk and Santana crossed her arms furiously.

“Smythe, shut your filthy mouth.” You seriously said to him as you went near the auditorium stage. He crossed the line with that offense and he just rolled his eyes, letting you know that the fun has just started. “So why can’t we start fixing this mess?” You stood in the middle of the stage, having Sebastian behind you.

“I demand satisfaction in Warbler tradition.” Sebastian courageously challenged your group.

“Then let’s have a dual.” Kurt sassily answered Sebastian.

“Alright.” Sebastian confidently said, annoying your group members even more.

“We aren’t scared, Warblers.” Artie said as he rolled his wheels forward, nearing himself on the stage.

“You really think you’re that bad?” Sebastian smirked once again. “Is that what they teach you at that little public school of yours?”

“Let’s get it on.” Blaine then butted in, not minding what Sebastian has said, as the members of both groups went on the stage. People were divided in two big groups as the beat of Michael Jackson’s Bad started to be heard.

New Directions started to sing and dance with the Warblers and you didn’t mind that Sebastian dropped hints of you being together during your performance, also because your friends were busy on showing their best.

The most of the time, you were looking at your boyfriend’s eyes and you wanted to hug him in the middle of the song. You wanted to stop this battle between your group, because it was hard to pretend that you both hated each other and
Sebastian needed to moderate his words, because he really offended people with his sass.

You then lost Sebastian’s gaze, realizing that Kurt pulled you further and he blocked your way from Sebastian. You knew that he noticed the tension between you and Sebastian and he tried to protect you, even though you knew that Sebastian would never hurt you.

You then noticed Sebastian taking out a large white paper cup from a brown paper bag. You corrugated your forehead and you started to walk fast towards him, bumping people when you needed to. You knew that Sebastian could play dirty sometimes and you wanted to stop whatever his plans were.

“(Y/N)!” You heard Kurt shouting, but suddenly the song’s beat faded and you felt a cold and stinging liquid running down your face.

You shouted for pain and sting that you were feeling on your face.

“(Y/N)!” Your friends shouted your name.

You were about to fall on the ground, when you felt two familiar strong arms catch your weak body. You couldn’t see anything and you heard nothing, except for your sharp shouts.

“Fuck, Smythe!” You then heard Kurt, anger in his voice.

“You’re paying for this, Smythe.” You heard Santana’s sassiness. The next thing you heard was that your friends were blaming Sebastian because of what happened.

“Quiet, losers!” You then heard your boyfriend’s loud voice. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

“I can’t see and my face stings, Smythe!” You bitterly answered him. How could he ask a question like that when he obviously knew the answer?

“I am sorry,” You sensed the sadness and the regret from his voice. “it was my fault.”

“I knew it was yours, douche.” You answered him sassily, still bearing with the pain.

“Can you open your eyes?” It was Artie’s voice.

“No, don’t! It had rock salt in it.” Sebastian worriedly answered. You felt him wiping your sticky cheeks and you felt cold when the ice went inside your shirt. Your face was still stinging but the pain was bearable than before. “I’m really sorry.”

“You better be, Fievel.” I then felt someone’s hands held my forearm. “Let her go now.”

“No, I’m bringing her to the hospital,” Sebastian protested. “Whether you like it or not.”

“You hurt her.” Santana fought back, still having her hands holding your forearm. “She’s not safe with you.”

“It wasn’t meant for her, it was meant for your loser friend, Kurt.” Sebastian replied harshly. While your friends and your boyfriend were busy on discussing of what happened, you silently thought of how everything happened. The insults that your boyfriend was receiving from your friends just flew across your ears.

“Seb, I am cold.” You suddenly felt cold and you tightened your grip on your boyfriend’s arms. You felt him wrapping his arms around your cold body and you enjoyed the warm temperature that his body gave you, as you heard your friends commenting of how you called him and, obviously, for his gesture.

You were angry at Sebastian for his stupid and brainless actions, but you knew that he was regretting it and it wasn’t meant for you. He did something wrong, of course, and you are not tolerating him once you get better, but he was by your side, worrying. He cared for you and you knew that he always did, even after all those playful insults he told you in front of your friends.

“I’m bringing you to the hospital now, mon bébé.” You massacred your lower lip with your white teeth when you heard how he called you in front of your friends. “Don’t worry, okay?”

“Mon bébé?!” Your friends shouted in unison.

“Oui, mon bébé!” Sebastian confirmed that you two were in a relationship and you heard your friends talking about it. You then felt Sebastian carrying you in a bridal style, assuming that he was finally bringing you to the hospital.

“I’m sorry, love.” You heard him say, noises weren’t heard anymore as the cold breeze of the outside air hit your freezing cold body.

“Asshole.” You playfully insulted him and you laughed afterwards.

“Okay, I deserved that.” He let out a giggle as he put you on his car’s passenger seat.

“You better know it.” You pouted and he let out another giggle.

“Stay still.” You did what he told you to do and you heard the car’s door slammed.

“I love you, (Y/N)!” He sweetly said as he caressed your sweet and red cheeks.

“You’re not buying my love just like that, Smythe, even though you’re worrying for me.” You didn’t hear him talk for awhile, but then you laughed out loud. “You’re in serious troubles.”

“I know.” He shortly answered.

“And I love you too.” You then smiled at him and you felt his warm lips touched your sticky and sweet forehead.

“I know that too.” You both snorted as he started his car.

You knew that Sebastian was an asshole, but you loved him just like that. He never meant to hurt you, but whenever he did, even though it was an accident, he was always by your side and he will never leave you, not even after he accidentally revealed your secret relationship.


Heart Wrecker

Here it is, the second part to Heartbreak Hotel. I hope you like it, I’ll be up in the morning to edit and revise. Goodnight from me! -S

She was lounging on the bed with her eyes closed when Harry quietly returned home and forced himself upstairs, despite the heartache he knew he would feel, as a wave of familiarity punched his guts upon entering the house. He had longingly stared at the exact place he had left the girl he’d once dreamt of marrying; he had chewed and spat her heart out as if he never cared for her in such a burning manner. 

It was far earlier than usual, only a couple minutes before midnight and the house seemed emptier than usual, as if someone had lost their will and reason.

He climbed the stairs with hooded eyes and opened his bedroom door, expecting it to be empty, having strict thoughts of opening the closet doors and crying himself to sleep, not because he missed her, but because it was impossible to love her like he used to.

She opened her eyes, his heart lurching painfully when her glossy orbs met his stunned ones. A small glow of happiness planted itself inside him as he closed the door behind him and took a couple steps in while maintaining eye contact. Abruptly, she turned away from him, on her side of the bed, and laid an arm over her eyes. Her lamp was turned off, and it seemed like the dark aura only revolved around her presence.

“You’re still here,” he whispered.

She had to turn back around, narrowing her eyes angrily at him. Who was this person in his bed? She wasn’t the girl he’d left crying at the door, and she certainly wasn’t the one he’d been in love with to the point he was willing to toss his heart to her. She scoffed coldly.

“Did you expect me to just leave? We might be broken up, but last I checked, I’m still paying half the rent. So please, Harry, turn your light off and go to sleep. I’ll be gone in the morning. Got nowhere to go anyways.” The last part was mumbled so discreetly, it was almost inaudible to his pink ears.

He shredded his shirt and changed into pajamas when she maneuvered herself away again. Her cheeks glistened even from the angle her body was in. It was a peculiar feeling: having sympathy for someone you’d ignored for weeks. As his pajamas were half way up his thighs, he tilted his head to get a proper look at her trembling figure under the covers and he swore he caught a tear red handed dripping off her already moist face.

He was almost reluctant to sleep besides her but while running a hand over his face, he quietly climbed into bed and shut off his lamp.

As if in sync, his leg shifted underneath to seek her warmth, as if the past weeks where he learned to isolate himself had never occurred. There was a rumbling in his chest of sorrow, and heart strings being tugged when he glanced over at her now motionless body with wide, awake eyes. Harry raised a hand, hovering over her hair, desperate to feel her soft tendrils in between his fingers while she snuggled into his cold body.

Why was this so difficult? This is what he wanted: to lose her, to get rid of her. He did it. So why was accepting his loneliness so damn hard? He let his hand drop.

He cleared his throat. “Do y’want to sleep in the guest room?”

“Why?” she immediately snapped. “I paid for this bed, didn’t I? If anything, it’s mine and not yours. You should sleep in the guest room.”

“Yes, but I figured y’would want to on account of-”

“Well, stop acting as if you know everything about me. You don’t! And if you have such a problem sleeping besides your ex girlfriend, then get out and sleep somewhere else.” Her tone sent shivers into his spine.

It was unfair but his somber attitude towards her was suddenly washed away as he furrowed his brows and stood from the mattress. 

Her back was still to him, better than nothing, and he began to shout angrily, something he regretted profusely since that day. It was her fault she wasn’t alluring, her fault she wasn’t enough for him, her fault she couldn’t amount the other girls. Suddenly, all his anger was rushing back to him at such a speed, he nearly fell off balance when he properly stood up to glare at her.

“Y’don’t have to be such a bitch about it. This is why I don’t love y’anymore.”

There were two things he wouldn’t forget. First, her face when she found out he didn’t love her and second, just now, when he told her the reason why he didn’t reciprocate the feelings. Her eyes had gone wide and watery under the moonlight, jaw slack and eyebrows raised. She looked successfully broken.

He trudged out of the room before she could stutter a reply. As the door slammed, there were no motions of sympathy for herself. She deserved this…all of it. The lack of love, the incompatibility, it was all on her.

He had slept well that night. Better than he had in a long time.


The next morning was quiet and a part of Harry still hoped she had left before he had gotten up for work. He couldn’t risk barging into his room where she had slept the night before going to the bathroom for a quick shower, so he only brushed his teeth and traveled downstairs to make himself breakfast. Seeing her wrapped up in the blankets, if she was still here, would only force his heart to clench and shrivel like it had when he spied her last night. He could wait until after breakfast to shower with the slightest amount of peace in his mind.

While the bagel was in the toaster and coffee brewing still, there were footsteps behind him and he nearly vomited from the anticipation of seeing her face so early in the morning. Her tired eyes would be tattooed into his head all day and ruin his mood to bury himself in his work.

It wasn’t only her footsteps.

There was another object with her, gliding across the hardwood floor smoothly as if on wheels. He swallowed the little pride he had left and face her. She stood in the threshold of the kitchen, eyes casted down and clearly irritated with redness with her hand wrapped around a suitcase.

“I’m leaving. You’re paying all of this month’s rent.”

It was weird seeing her around the house in her own clothing considering she never let herself miss him while engulfed in his massive shirts and occasionally his sweaters. She even wore her own socks this morning, paired with boots and jeans. She still hadn’t lifted her head to stare at Harry with proper pissed off eyes and that mouth in a hard line. He hadn’t seen her upset too many times during the span of their relationship thankfully, but knew she wouldn’t release her inner demons at him.

“Okay,” he replied quietly, swallowing with a great deal of difficulty. “Do y’need, erm, help with your-”

“No,” she muttered nasally. “You’ve done enough.” She blinked at the Espresso machine that had ceased its dripping. 

This was it. Here she was, finally walking out of his life as if the past three years had meant absolutely nothing to her. She was crumbling with every step she took and he could see that as she slunk through the kitchen and past him. Every step she took was another hammer to his chest, knocking the breath out of him.

They had feverishly made out against that wall after his first show. They had confessed their love for eachother the first time when he had her pinned against the front door. She had met his parents right on that sofa, the one she had just brushed her hand over as if she remembered the same. The memories were piling on him and he could barely see with the water in his eyes, drowning him in guilt.

Damnit, he was hers.

When her hand touched the handle of the front door, he stomped his foot.

“If you fucking think-” he growled, “that I never loved you, you’re wrong.”

She froze, door half open. Harry didn’t care, now wasn’t a time to anyways. If he was breaking her heart, might as well break it some more and implant some fresh fingerprints of himself all over.

“You didn’t as much as I did,” she whispered back, feeling a wave of sadness wash over her body as she continued to open the door and roll her suitcase out.

“That’s not true,” he protested loudly. “I loved you so much. It hurt to love you, do you hear me? It hurt!”

“It doesn’t matter now.”

“It does matter!” he shouted, aggressively wiping his eyes. “It matters because I’m fucking sorry okay? I’m sorry I don’t love you anymore and I’m sorry for breaking your heart! But don’t you ever think I-”

She whirled around and slammed the door shut. “Sorry doesn’t mean anything to me! You mean nothing to me, Harry. The minute you stopped loving me, you should have told me! But no, you fucking kept it from me, making me think all this was my fault. As if you didn’t come home at night because you didn’t want to see me because I didn’t reply to your text as soon as I could! It was never me. It was always your fault!” She was fully screaming now with tears gushing down her cheeks without hesitation.

Harry fell quiet as his head dropped into his hands, shaking excessively as if somebody had lowered the temperature to below freezing. “I’m sorry, damnit. I’m sorry.” he kept repeating and sniffling. “Never wanted t’hurt you.”

She watched him cry into his palms as a whole set of fresh tears slipped down her skin. She stood straight, wiping the new tears with her sleeve. 

“Good bye Harry,” she said as she made a motion to head towards the door again.

Before she could open the door, a hand had knocked against the wood and forced it shut. Arms were around her waist and her head neatly pressed up against his chest as his own head fell to her shoulder, body wracking with sobs when his grip tightened.

“Harry what are you-”

“I’m sorry,” he cried, pressing quick kisses to her bare shoulder. “I didn’t want you t’blame yourself or hurt you so I never told you. I-I thought I was just going through a rough patch or something. It was all my fault.”

She nervously grabbed his shoulders with a pounding heart and attempted to pry him off. “Harry c’mon.”

“But I did love you,” he insisted tearfully. “I truly did. More than you’ll ever know.”

“Harry please let go-”

His mouth traveled up to her ear and then neck, leaving kisses upon kisses on her bruised skin, shaking his head so his curls tickled her cheeks. She had made a sound of protest before he initiated the contact but allowed his mouth on hers with such a pressure, her own tears mixed with his. He sucked in her lower lip and suddenly his warm hands had cupped her cheeks, mimicking the hotness she’d felt when they shared their first kiss in this very spot in this very position. That night, years ago, she had felt him pour his love into her body until he was drained, and now he was pouring his apologies into her.

He released her lower lip with a smack and then kissed her upper lip with a soft whine and the pad of his thumb began to draw circles into her cheeks. Eventually, she relaxed into his arms and pressed a few kisses back before pulling away, resting her head on the door. 

They were silent, except for the labored breathing and after a few seconds, Harry broke the silence. “I never meant to hurt you. I only hope you find a guy better than me.”

Her heart dropped. “That was my good bye?”

Harry moved away, taking a step back and crossed his arms behind his back. 

Y/N opened the door quietly and grasped her suitcase again, sighing deeply at the bright blue sky. She laughed humorlessly.

“It doesn’t get better than you,” she mumbled, shaking her head, reaching into her pocket, jiggling her car keys as she finally shut the door. “It doesn’t get better than you Harry.”

I didn’t mean that- Yoongi

A/N: Well I’m back!! Yay! Hopy you’ll enjoy and sorry for a long absence.

WC: 2024

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Part: one shot

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Originally posted by tearsavi

Dating an idol isn’t the easiest thing and you knew that. After begin in a relationship with Min Yoongi, or as fans call him, Suga for 2 years you realised that it’s hard and that it has it’s ups and downs. 

 You met him in a coffee shop. He bumped into you and spilled coffee all over you. Then he wanted to make it up to you so you two met again and had lunch together. You and Yoongi quickly became friends and after some time you two started dating.

  You really loved Yoongi and really cared about him. There were times that you and Yoongi had problems but so does every couple do. You two never had a very serious fight, that after it you didn’t talk to each other. Suga always made sure to show you how much he loved you. He would give 100 kisses and hug you all the time.  Even in front of his friends he’d show some kind off affection. And you always felt his love to you…well at least till now.

   You’ve noticed that Yoongi has been acting weird lately. After work he woulgo straight to sleep, in the morning he would leave without saying anything and he would wake up in the middle of the night and sit on his phone or computer. It wouldn’t be so weird but it seemed like he was avoiding you.

It stared to worry you because Yoongi was never like this. You stared thinking that he stoped loving you or that he was cheating on you. You had thoughts like this before because he’s an idol.  He’s popular all over the world and he could have any girl he wants and you’re just…you, a normal girl. But he assured you that he loves you and to him you are perfect.

One night you heard something in the kitchen and decided to go chcek it. You noticed that Yoongi wasn’t in bed so you figured that it was probably him in the kitchen. But you were wrong

.-Jin, what are you doing?- You asked him as you sat down by the table.

-Oh Y/N, I just couldn’t sleeo so I decided to get a glass of water.- he explained and sat next to you.

-And you?- He added.

-I heard a noise in the kitchen ans saw that Yoongi’s not in  the bed, so I thought it was him, but well.- You told him with a sad face.

-Y/N is everthing ok?- Jin ask concerned.

-Seokjin I don’t know what’s happening to him. He’s been acting so weird lately. He became so distaint, so cold towards me.- You looked at him with worried eyes

.-Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s ok and there’s nothing wrong.- Jin smiled at you and hugged at you.

At that moment you heard the door open. It was Yoongi. He went in and looked at you and Jin. Without saying anything he went to his room and you went after him.

-Where were you?- You asked as you closed the door.

-Nowhere, just went out for a walk.- He said without even looking at you.

-Baby, talk to me please.- You sat next to him and placed your hand on his shoulder.

-Y/N not now, I’m tired.- He brushed you hand off and went to sleep. 

 You felt even more sad and worried. You didn’t want to go to sleep now, not next to him. You went to the bathroom and looked at the mirror. You felt depressed and guilty. You stared feelling like all of this is your fault. That Yoongi became distant and that he stopped loving you. You stared sobbing and tried to be quiet  not to wake anyone up.

 After some time you heard someone waling towards the bathroom. You tried to calm yourself sown as you heard the voice.

-Y/N, are you there? Are you crying? What’s wrong?- You recognised this voice, it was Namjoon.

-I’m fine.-You opend the door and look at him.

-Well you’re clearly not because you’re crying.- He grabbed your hand you took you to the living room.

- So what’s wrong?- He asked and gave you the tissue.

You explained to him what was on you mind and how you feel about Yoongi’s behaviour. He told you to stop blaming yourself and not to worry that much. And that it’s probably because he’s stressed and busy. After that he went to sleep and you decided to  just sit here and think. You didn’t even realise that you feel asleep on the couch. When you woke up guys alredy left for practise.


~”Not Today” playing in the background~

-Okay guys that’s it for today. That was great. Rest and see you tomorrow.- The choregrapher said and went out. 

The practise just ended and Namjoon decided to talk to Yoongi after what happend yesterday. He couldn’t understand why his friend was acting so different and wanted to know what was going on in his mind.

  -Yoongi can we talk?- Namjoon came up to him.

  -Yeah, what’s up.?- Yoongi was curious what Namjoon wanted to talk about. -What’s the hell is going with you?- Rap Mon asked without hesitation. 

-What do you mean?- Suga was confused. 

-I talked with Y/N last night, she was crying. She told me that you are acting different and I also noticed it. She blames herself for that, she thinks you stopped loving and caring about her.- Namjoon said with serious face.

 -What? That’s ridiciuoulus. I love her and care about her. Why would she even think like that?- Yoogni was both worried and confused.

  -Yoongs you’ve been ignoring her for like 2 weeks and you didn’t give any fuck about her.- Leader looked dissapointed. 

-God damit you guys. All of you keep o picking up on me. Like fuck I’m just stressed an have a lot of work and you start thinking some weird shit.- Yoongi was angry. 

-Okay look calm down.-Namjoon tried to talk to him but Yoongi slammed the door and went out. 

-What happened?- All of the guys asked. 

-Nothing. But let’s not go home now.- Namjoon informed .

  -Why?- Tae asked.

  -That’s where Yoongi is going and he and Y/N need to talk.-Jin added. 


You heard the door slamming. You looked at that direction and saw Yoongi. He didn’t look happy. 

-What’s wrong?- You asked.

  -Nothing.- He said coldly. 

-No Yoongi. Can you stop begin do distant. Just fucking talk to me.- You couldn’t hold it in anymore

. -What Y/N!?  I don’t have anything to tell you. And even if I don’t want to talk to you right now.- He was getting more angry.

  -You’ve been acting like this for 2 weeks. You ignored me for 2 weeks and you don’t even want to tell me what’s wrong. What did you stop loving me? Are you cheating on me, did you fing someone else? Tell me.- You grabbed his arm and turnesd him around so that he was facing you. 

-ARE FUCKING CRAZY?! CHEATING? GOD DAMN Y/N WHAT ELSE DID YOU THINK HUH? THAT I’M DEPRESSED OR THAT I’M GONNA KILL MYSELF. I’M JUST A HUMAN, I TOO HAVE BAD DAYS AND CAN GET STRESSED BECAUSE OF WORK! AND WHEN I GET HOME I JUST WANT TO RELAZ AND YOU KEEP ON ANNOYING ME. I’M FED UP. I’M DONE WITH YOU. I DON;T WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGIAN. DO YOU GET IT?!- He looked at you with his eyes full of anger and saw you, with your eyes full of tears. 

-Yes I got it.- You’ve had enough, he just crossed the line. You ran out of there crying,. 

After that he realised what he has done. He screamed at you out of annoyence becaue he was stressed, he had so much work latley that he acted like not him. He did not meant what he said. None of it. He loves you so much and he doesn’t want to lose you. 

-Yoongi is everything alrighgt?- Jimin asked as he and guys came in. 

-I fucked up. I need to go and get her- That’s all he said. 

-Well then you better hurry cuz it’s pouring outside.-Jungkook added. 

Yoongi storemed out of the dorm. After realising what he had done he was devasted. If something happend to you because of him, because of what he said, he would never forgive himslef. He stared looking for you. He went to all your favourite places. His legs were weak and he was out of breath but he promised himself that he’s not gonna stop until he finds you. 

 He saw on you in front of a park that the two of you went to a lot. You were standig on the other side of the road. The rain was pouring and everything was unclear. He called you but you didn’t hear him nor saw him. You stared crossing the road when you heard someone calling your name. You looked up and saw Yoongi. He was saying something but you couldn’t really hear him. You didn’t want to see him or talk to him so you turned around and that’s when you saw lights. Car lights. They were getting closet so fat that you couldn’t react fast enough. Next thing you remeber was seeing Yoongi screaming your name and guys looking terrified. After that all you could see was black.

-Y/N!!- Yoongi screamd and ran to you. 

-Yoongi! We need to get her to the hospital.- Jin said and the guys agreed. 

Yoongi took you in his arms and ran to the van. He was so scared. You weren’t reacting to him  calling you and there was so much blood. As soon as he got to the hospital he look for a doctor. When the staff took you away Yoongi fell on the floor. He was exhausted. He was taken to other room to rest. 

When he woke up he saw guys Hosek, Tae and Jimin standig by the window. 

-How’s Y/N?- he immidietly asked. 

-She’s in another room. Namjoon and Jungkook are there and Jin is talking to the doctor.- Hoseok replied. 

-I wanna go see her.- Yoongi got up and started walking toward your room. He was standing in front of you room. 

He was too scared to go in. He blamed himself for what happend. 

  -Go in. We’re gonna wait here.- Jin told him. 

He went in and when he saw your face with bruises and laying there with your eyes closed he couldn’t hold it in. He sat next to your bed and held your hand. 

-I’m so sorry Y/N. It’s all m fault. If you hear me please forgive me. I was such an asshole to you. You were hurting and I didn’t even realised and asked. And now you’re laying here because of me. I’m so sorry baby.- He was sobbing when you felt how you squeezed his hand an d heard your soft voice. 

-Yoongi.- You slowly opend your eyyes and saw Yoongi.

-Y/N, thank god you’re okay. I was so worried. Y/N I’m so so sorry. It all happend because of me. I never ment for that to happen. I never wanted to hurt you. I know I was a dick but I was so stressed because there is a lot of work and I just… I’m so sorry baby.- He sounded so sad. 

-Yoongi…- You whispered. 

-I didn’t mean what I said. I love you and I would never cheat on you. You are the only one for me. I l love you so much.- He looked at you. 

-I love you too Yoongi. Just please don’t be like this again.- You smiled.  

-I promise.- He kissed you and laid next to you. 

After one week they released you from hospital and you and Yoongi were happy again. From now on whenever Yoongi has a lot of work and is stressed he talks to you and you two solve it together. Yoongi still blames himslef for what happend even though you are fine now. But you tell him that it’s not his fault and to just forget about it.

Offbeat (Part Four) - Auston Matthews

A/N: Here you go! Sorry for the wait but I hope you enjoy!! :)

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Auston Matthews (Feat. Connor Brown, Morgan Rielly, William Nylander, Zach Hyman, Mitch Marner, and Kasperi Kapanen)

Words: 4,402

Warnings: Language

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Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Request: Jason Todd x reader where the reader is training with Roy on how to use arrows and Jason gets jealous

A/N: So I’ve never written for The Outlaws before, so this could be completely rubbish and out of character. Despite that, I really enjoyed writing Roy and Kori, maybe I should do that more?? Idk guys, idk.

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Moving in with The Outlaws was, surprisingly, a lot less difficult than you had expected. You’d been dating Jason for a few years now, and when your own roommate moved out of Gotham for work he’d suggested that you stay with him, save yourself the trouble of finding someone else to share the rent. You stayed over frequently enough that it didn’t take much getting used to, but you weren’t expecting the ease with which you slipped into the camaraderie of the group. 

The apartment was small and by no means fancy, but somehow they made it feel like home. It gave you a warm, fuzzy sensation in your stomach to return from work and have three other people waiting to greet you and ask how your day had been. (It was still mildly terrifying to get up for water in the middle of the night and be confronted by Kori’s glowing eyes when you walked into the kitchen, or to find a gun in the cutlery drawer, but slowly you were becoming used to it.)

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Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 2,029

A/N: this is the first part of the series :) it’s gonna take a little while for things to actually get going, but there’s gonna be so much drama and soooo many twists. i know this is late, but i’m working on the second part as you’re reading this, just be patient!! anyway, enjoy!

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PRESENT TIME

“Thanks again!” I call out with a smile, gripping onto the brown grocery bag tucked in my arms. I walk out of the building, wandering toward my car when my phone blares from my pocket. I stop at my car, digging through my purse and retrieving my phone, noticing my dad’s name popping on the screen. I quickly unlock my car, opening the driver’s side and gently placing the brown bag on the passenger’s seat, climbing back out of the car.

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diamondsparkle42  asked:

Could I request RFA + V getting into a fight with MC, and having MC storm out the door and tell them not to follow her? You can decide if it's happy end or not. Thanks!

RFA + V getting in a fight with MC

Note: I’m so bad at coming up with reasons to arGUE UGH. I love how much support you’ve all given, I’m already at 110+ followers! V’s hurt my heart, okay? He’s too pure for this world.


YOOSUNG

✰ - Yoosung’s finals were coming up, so you came over to surprise him at his dorm, ready to help him study with a healthy meal. Of course, upon entering, you were met with a terrible sight.

✰ - Yoosung drinking chocolate milk, playing LOLOL, bags under his eyes, and empty cups of ramen scattered on the ground.

✰ - You were not having it, he needs to get a good grade on those finals, so you walk over, and quickly unplug the computer. He didn’t even notice you till then, and he’s disgruntled af.

✰ - “Yoosung! This place is an absolute mess! Look at how unhealthy this is for you! You have finals in a week! There’s no possible way you’re gonna be prepared!”

✰ - You just ruined this boys LOLOL expedition, and had the nerve to criticize his eating habits? What the heck?” Even when he’s mad he’s not gonna curse. “I thought you were my girlfriend, not my Mom!”

✰ - You just look at him, laugh in disbelief before dropping the takeout and flashcards onto the floor. 

✰ - At that moment, Yoosung knew, he fucked up.

✰ - “Wait! MC! I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry!” Literally Yoosung has never felt worse, seeing how upset you looked before leaving his dorm

✰ - “Don’t follow me, Yoosung. Just, please, take care of yourself.” You leave, Yoosung sadly picking up the scattered flash cards, opening the takeout with a sigh. He’s aware of how thoughtless his actions were.

✰ - “She even dotted all the i’s with little hearts.” Of course he’s using those flashcards to study, you made them just for him!

✰ - One week and a half later, with little to no talking with Yoosung, there’s the knock on your apartment door. You open it to reveal Yoosung, holding a manilla envelope in one hand, the other holding a small bag.

✰ - You go to shut the door, but he stops you, nervously sticking his foot in the apartment. “Please wait, MC, I need to show you something. Just five minutes, please.” 

✰ - Only five minutes, you made that much clear before letting him enter the apartment, the male setting the bag on the table before grinning sheepishly as he opened the manilla folder.

✰ - “Your flashcards came in handy! I got great grades on my finals. It’s all thanks to you… and, at the time, I didn’t see how much you cared about me, but I’m so thankful you do.”

✰ - You look at the grades on the finals, before he opens the paper bag, where a couple cookies are inside, although, they look very deformed.

✰ - You try not to smile, but can’t help it when you raise a questioning eyebrow to the misshapen goodies. 

✰ - “Um, they were supposed to be hearts!” Bless Yoosung, he’s trying his best, give him points for trying.

✰ - “Oh come here,” You gotta hug him, he’s forgiven, he loved your notecards, he even aced his finals, you’re a proud girlfriend. “Don’t show 707 these cookies.”


ZEN

✰ - You didn’t think much of the motorcycle when Zen rode it, until you received a wake-up call from him one evening, explaining that he needed you to come pick him up because his motorcycle ran off the road.

✰ - “Zen, are you alright?” His head is bleeding a little bit, and his outfit is really ripped up. “Your motorcycle..”

✰ - “It’s trashed, now, MC, but I can get another one with the warranty. I called the authorities to tell them to get rid of this metal on the road.” 

✰ - You glanced at the hazardous cycle before getting back into your car, nervously thinking about how badly hurt he could’ve been - or even dead.

✰ -”I should get a good amount of money from my insurance to buy a nicer motorcycle~ Maybe I can show you how to drive it, MC!” Insert happy ramblings about how he’ll get a new death mobile.

✰ - “Zen, you could’ve gotten hurt on the motorcycle, maybe buy a safer vehicle? You know how we’ve been talking about children, smh they can’t be taken to school on a motorcycle.”

✰ - “Babe, accidents happen!” Uh no, life threatening ones cannot be solved with pet names like Babe, Zen I will get your goddamn license revokED.

✰ - “Of course they do, but accidents can end your life, especially on a motorcycle. Or you could get severe injuries - Zen, I’m just saying, maybe get a more family friendly vehicle-”

✰ - He’s triggered at the mention of family, like, he ISN’T READY.

✰ - “I don’t want to start a family, MC!” He’s kinda mad about his motorcycle, you burst his bubble, damn you.

✰ -You pull over the car without hesitation, and step out, throwing the keys at him. Slamming the car door you yell at him to not follow you before full on sprinting down the Korean streets.

✰ - You realize you’re near SKY university and call Yoosung to stay with him while you’re upset with Zen, because he kinda just said he didn’t want to start a family with you??

✰ - About a week later, filled with cup o’ noodles and missed texts from Zen, Yoosung gets a call from him and asks him to deliver a message to you. 

✰ - “Zen told me to tell you that he wants to talk, and to meet him in front of the college.” Honestly he’s glad to be used even as a messenger.

✰ - Kinda reluctant but hey. You’re looking around and cannot find him?? There’s only two minivans here, OH MY GOD.

✰ - There’s a silver one with the license plate: ZENSFAM

✰ - “Oh my god, Zen, you didn’t.” He gets out of the car with a face that’s like OH I DID.

✰ - You’re literally so happy of course you forgive this man, and he wants to have a family, or that plate has a lot of explaining to do. 


JAEHEE

✰ - Jaehee isn’t too open about her relationship with you, and when her parents show up at the cafe, she leaves out the fact that the two of you are actually engaged to be married.

✰ - So, you confront her after serving them their drinks. “Jaehee, I know your parents aren’t aware that you’re bisexual… But you should come out! I’ll be there to support you.”

✰ - “MC, your parents are a lot different from mine, and I don’t think mine would be that happy to find out my partner is female - it’d be shameful to them.”

✰ - “Wait, Jaehee, are you ashamed of me?” Cue you being a little upset, considering how the two of you easily came out to the rest of the RFA, and how confident she’d been about you then.

✰ - She looks upset, she is upset, but she is not ashamed of you.

✰ - “No, of course not, but…” She trails off, and you begin to untie your apron, slightly upset by this.

✰ - “I’m gonna take a day off, alright?” You hand her your apron before slipping out the back door, telling her a brief, “Don’t follow me.”

✰ - Jaehee then calls up Jumin, asking for a favor, and to get her lots of food coloring and vanilla frosting. Jumin, on the other hand, gets Assistant Yoosung to handle this-

✰ - You’re not very excited to go to work today, but you go nonetheless, surprised to see that both of Jaehee’s parents are there, drinking coffee when you arrive. 

✰ - Also they’re the only ones in the cafe, and it’s right before opening?? Cue you being confused and them politely smiling at you.

✰ - “MC, help me frost these cupcakes with this rainbow frosting.” Jaehee is like in super busy mode as she mixes up this gorgeous multi-color frosting. “My version of coming out, I guess.”

✰ - Of course you’re gonna help! While you put the rainbow frosting on, she’s writing small hearts with J + [First Initial].

✰ - “I’m sorry about yesterday, I would never be ashamed of you.” You smile and help her take the cupcakes to her parents, prepared for whatever may come!

JUMIN

✰ - You’re a mix of nervous and excited about meeting Jumin’s father for the first time, over a meal from a French bistro downtown.

✰ - “You’re wearing the purple dress? It looks lovely on you.” He adjusts his matching tie before escorting you to the car, with Driver Kim behind the wheel, of course.

✰ - The conversation is fine as you sit in the back of the nice vehicle, until the topic shifts to well, you. And not in the nice, flirtatious way you’d expect.

✰ - “When talking to my father, remember to use your manners, try to smile and answer the majority of his questions. When answering questions that involve politics, keep it towards the conservative side. Don’t-”

✰ - “Jumin, that’s not how I act though. Come on, shouldn’t your father like the real MC?” You’re just mildly annoyed at this point, it’s not like you thought his father would dislike you.

✰ - “He likes a classy businesswoman, MC.”

✰ - Did he just? He did, didn’t he? “Are you trying to imply that I’m not a ‘classy businesswoman’? Why don’t you go bring Sarah Choi to meet your father, then?”

✰ - Before he can scramble for an apology, you’re requesting for Driver Kim to pull over. And he’s wondering if he’ll get fired for this. 

✰ - “MC, wait, please, I’m sorry.” He reaches for your hand but you jerk it away before exiting the car, firmly telling him not to follow you. Insert loud car door slam.

✰ - You wipe a couple tears from your cheeks as the car slowly drives away, but feel arms wrap around you, making you quickly jump to be met with Jumin’s apologetic gaze.

✰ - “MC, I made you cry…” He is Not Okay. “I’m more than idiotic, I don’t care if my father dislikes you, I love you. He’ll have to accept that, regardless, but then again, who wouldn’t love you?”

✰ - Lots of make up kisses.

✰ - You guys call off the dinner with his father, and instead the two of you check out a Taiyaki stand together.


707

✰ - He’s been neglecting you for work lately, and neglecting the RFA as well, so you decided to confront him about it.

✰ - “Saeyoung, maybe you should take a break and we could go out to eat? Or I could make something-” Of course, this gets shut down almost immediately.

✰ - “MC, this is important work, okay? I don’t have time for that.” It reminds you of the apartment and how he pushed his feelings aside for that damn work, it’s like the whole scenario over again.

✰ - “Whatever, Saeyoung, I’m gonna go out and eat by myself, then.” You didn’t hesitate to slam the door. muttering not to follow you.Then heading upstairs towards his garage, getting into one of his cars.

✰ - You called Jaehee and said you were coming to her cafe to eat, explaining to her what happened to Saeyoung, although she didn’t say much about the situation at all.

✰ - On the other hand, Saeyoung was freaking out, tracking where his car went, to hacking into your cellphone, and keeping an eye on the CCTV feed in the apartment’s hallway.

✰ - When you finally returned to the apartment, not ready to go see Saeyoung after he somewhat ignored you, you opened the door to reveal him leaning against it, fast asleep.

✰ - Surprised, you slowly shut the door, noticing the open laptop next to him, with a map with a blinking dot, seeing that he’d tracked you. 

✰ - “Saeyoung, wake up.” Unsure of how to react to this, you gently tried to wake him, and as his eyes flickered open, he pulled you into a hug. “Oof.”

✰ - “Don’t leave me, MC, I’m stupid, I shouldn’t have been such a dumbass to let you leave like that.” Burying his red hair into your shoulder, you sighed, hugging him back.

✰ - “I know.” You kissed him gently, before sitting against the door with him, watching as his face of happiness and relief turn tired once more, his head leaning on your shoulder.

✰ - “I love you.”


V

✰ - You’ve been living with V for over two months now, and something was genuinely bothering you, the large amount of Rika photos in his home. 

✰ - So, you decided to bring it up with V at dinner one night. “Jihyun, you have a lot of photos of Rika in your home, and um, well it’s making me think your feelings for her aren’t gone.” 

✰ - You weren’t jealous, it just made you uncomfortable, like a replacement for Rika. But you also understood how important she’d been to him, so you’d waited a long time to bring it up.

✰ - “MC, I..” You could tell he disliked bringing it up, the plain expression on his skin. “Shouldn’t we talk about this another time?”

✰ - “Jihyun, I’m not saying to get rid of all the photos, maybe change some, though, like photos of the last RFA party! I’ll help if you want-”

✰ - “MC, really, it’s complicated.” He looks upset about bringing up his former lover, but you also felt second to the female, and sighed, standing up from your seat. “MC? What are you doing?”

✰ - You gave a soft smile, before shaking your head, grabbing your coat from the rack before pulling it on. V stood up as soon as he heard the door open, the outside chill sweeping in.

✰ - “Jihyun, I’m gonna go.” Going to shut the door, you paused, “Please don’t follow me.” And you left the home quickly, sad that it seems you were runnerup to Rika. 

✰ - V: Jumin, I need you to come over to my house immediately. 

✰ - Jumin Han: It sounds urgent, I’ll get Driver Kim to be there in half an hour.

✰ - It was extremely urgent, and V lowkey needed Jumin because he’s kinda blind. Although, some things even V, the blind man, could do better than Jumin. Like take photos.

✰ - MC gets a call from V the next day, explaining that she needs to come back and talk to him, and she agrees to give him a chance to hear what he has to say. 

✰ - You get there and literally can’t find him? So you look throughout the home, except, you have to do a double-take as you enter rooms that formerly held multiple photos of Rika - now framed with you and the RFA members!

✰ - You dialed his number, and hear his phone ringing in the other room, so follow the noise to find him in the bedroom, adjusting a frame on the bedside - an image of you and him, taken by another photographer at the party.

✰ - “It’s us, MC.”

Two Kinds Of Sex [a Poly E1/E2 Barry Allen smut]

Request: Can I just say how much I love anything poly! E2 Barry and E1 Barry? Especially smut. Sign me up for that every day

a/n: well I tried PLEASE RETWEET/SHARE MY VIDEO


WARNING: Smut (threesome)


Okay,having two boyfriends is pretty awesome. They’re so different but they look exactly the same, ironically. The only downside is that they - “No, Barry, you’re wrong!” Argue a lot.

The door slams behind the two as they stop in the middle of the hallway, arms crossed, mirroring each other. E1 Barry frowns, eyebrows crinkling; tan skinny jeans scrunching at his ankles. “No, Bartholomew,” he teases, poking his doppleganger square in the chest, indenting his light blue sweater vest, “You’re wrong. I know our girlfriend, unlike you.” he shakes his head, shrugging off his red bomber jacket.

Fixing his glasses, E2 Barry huffs angrily, shoulders rising. “SWEETHEART!” he shouts, storming up the stairs, into the bedroom; his perfectly styled hair bounces up and down. You peek over your shoulder, stray water droplets from the shower dripping off your eyelashes. He comes in front of you, lips pecking yours. “You like making…passionate sex, right? Like when it’s sweet, romantic?” he asks timidly, nose scrunching under his thin rimmed glasses.

A wild blush blossoms across your cheeks and you swallow, going to open your mouth. There’s a loud whoosh; hands grabbing your waist, back pressed against his soft black sweater. “No, I’m telling you, rough is her favorite, huh, babe?” E1 Barry purrs behind your ear, hard on poking your ass, making you gasp. He smirks, “Told ya so.”

Fuming, the other Barry undoes his striped silver bowtie, pulling off his sweater vest, leaving him in his white button down. He cups your cheek, tilting his head to capture your lips; lower lip sucking on your upper one, glasses jumping slightly. Carefully, he unfolds the towel, letting it fall to the ground. “I love you, sweetheart.” he hums, trailing a string of kisses along your skin.

“Barry…” you say breathlessly, giggling when the metal glasses hit your stomach. Suddenly, a pair of firm hands grab both your breasts, squeezing hard. “Barry!” you moan, feeling the speedster bite harshly on your neck while the nerd leaves butterfly kisses on your body. E2 Barry’s hands run down your thighs lovingly, going towards the inside.

The scarlet speedster continues attacking your neck, fingers only leaving your soft skin to tug his pants down. “You want my cock inside you as he eats you out, baby?” he grunts in your ear, tugging your hair roughly.

You let out a whimper but nod. “Stop, you’re hurting her, Barr!” E2 Barry warns, green eyes filled with worry, thumbs circling your thighs. The other Barry stops, eying you for a signal to continue going.

“I-it’s okay… I want…god, both of you….please…” you pant, hands flying to E2 Barry’s hair, tugging it. The speedster smirks, pulling your hair as his doppelganger moans. Instantly, his dick is inside you and you gasp, trying to adjust to his size. You rock back and forth, biting your lip while Barry’s glasses dip down his nose, tongue entering your pussy. “Barry!” you cry out, getting cut off by a pair of lips.

His tongue drags inside you, moving with each thrust of your hips. A chuckle comes from behind you. “Scream, baby, scream our name.” your boyfriend commands, groping your breasts; hips snapping back and forth. Humming, E2 Barry sucks in, cheeks hollowing slightly, tongue darting back and forth.

You pull his light brown locks, ignoring how his glasses fall to the floor, making him stand up. “Ugh, Barry!” Your hands wrap around his neck, yanking his red, swollen lips to yours. A quiet moan escapes you, feeling Barry’s dick twitch inside of you. Another pair of hands grab your breasts, lips attacking yours.

While a knot forms in your stomach, Barry’s thrusts become sloppy and his breath heavy. “I-I’m… Oh….” he grumbles, hiding his face in your shoulder as he cums. You gasp, clutching your boyfriend’s neck, nose touching his freckled cheek. The three of you pant; you’re sandwhiched between the two of them.

“How was that, sweetheart?” E2 Barry questions softly, bending down to pick up his glasses; dress shirt soaked in sweat.

You glance between the two, “Amazing. I like both kinds.”

Heathens

Hey guys! Here is the sequel to Heat!

Thanks to @lilli-jo for sparking my inspiration! Love you!

“Have you heard it, dude?” James whispered the next morning, curiously looking at Geoff who was getting ready for his gym session with Shawn.

Geoff frowned, grabbing his water bottle.

“What?”

James blushed, looking down. “Oh God, I don’t want to be the one telling you this but… I’ve heard noises last night – explicit noises – coming from Shawn’s room.”

“Damn, I heard that, too!” Geoff grins, shaking his head. “Seems like the kid had a lot of fun last night. Bet he invited a pretty Portuguese girl over! He deserves to have a good time though”

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Snake Skin part 3

•you guys probably think I’m crazy for posting three parts of a story in one day! I wish I could wait to post but I get too excited!•
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“I uhhh…I didn’t know you were back.” Jughead mumbled, the words spilling from his mouth as he tugged on a stray strand of wavy black hair, his eyes shifting anywhere but to the beautiful blonde in front of him. He couldn’t even look at her, not that he didn’t want to , god all he wanted in the world was to get lost in her soft green eyes again, but he couldn’t not after all this time, not when this is who he had become.

“ I just moved back two weeks ago, I’ve been pretty holed up unpacking and helping Polly with Rory. And now of course Noah takes up most of my time.” Unlike Jugheads shaky words and twitching hands, she seemed to be the picture of calm, her voice even and steady as she regarded the boy from her past. He almost would have believed he had no effect on her if he didn’t know her so well.

He glanced down to her hands and noticed the way her fingernails were dangerously close to breaking skin. Betty’s gaze followed his and she quickly unfurled her hands and smoothed out her dress.

“I didn’t expect to see you here. Archie mentioned you were still around but I didn’t think you would be…” she trailed off, a far away look in her eyes

“Yeah well.. it’s me.” Jughead shrugged, crossing his arms protectively.

Something hardened in Betty’s eyes as she smiled bitterly

“No, don’t you see Jughead? That’s what it came down too. It’s not you.” With one final glance she turned on her heel and made her way to the living room, stopping dead when she saw the way the five Serpents were sprawled out on her couch, some on the floor. Noah was tucked away in a corner, his lip quivering as he looked up to find Betty.

Nearly tripping over a particularly large bearded man camped out on her rug, Betty reached for Noah gathering him on her arms.

“They won’t hurt you love, I won’t let anyone hurt you, you don’t have to be scared.” She whispered so gently it silenced all of the gang members as they strained to hear her soft voice and comforting words. “You’re a very good boy and they know that, they just came to visit you and tell you how much they love you, just like I love you. Isn’t that right?” The sweet and sensitive blonde scanned the room with dangerously intimidating eyes sending the Serpents scrambling, Jughead included.

“Yeah of course buddy. We love you.” Viper moved over to lay a hand on Noah’s shoulder, the words sounded foreign coming from the huge mans mouth his eyes hardening when the little boy flinched

“Whatever his piece of shi…shoot parents did to him, we were not involved, we don’t tolerate that in the Serpents.” Viper said lowly, his eyes burning into Betty. She looked back with equal intensity, weighing her options for a moment. Jughead knew she had something to say, she made the same face she did when she was sixteen and hiding something from him, he caught her eyes quickly and nodded slightly, Betty’s shoulders slumped and she sighed

“Okay then, I should tell you, Noah’s father, Tucker? He seems to have broken out of prison, taken up with some gang… The Boulders? I’m not sure if that’s it but he’s out there and.. I fear for your sake he will be after your gang. I can protect Noah to the best of my ability but I assume this Tucker will not be to happy with me for taking his son, I suppose I can carry a gun but I don’t have a permit and…”

“No.” Jughead cut her off abruptly, all eyes turning to him “someone out there is after you, he’ll want Noah back, probably use the kid as a bartering tool. He could hurt you both, I’m not going to let that happen.” He said darkly, moving to stand beside Betty. “I’m not letting anything happen to you, I’m not letting you get hurt.” He whispered.

Betty’s eyes softened for less than a second before she was stiff again
“Ironic isn’t it? That seems to be what you do best.” She turned towards the leader of the gang “so what should we do?”

There was something suspicious about the way Viper was looking back and forth between Betty and Jughead

“Well there’s really only one option, one of our guys will have to stay here with you and Noah until we can hunt down Tucker.”

Betty’s eyes widened when she realized what he was implying

“Oh no… I don’t think that’s such a great..”

“I’ll do it. I’ll stay here as long as it takes” Jughead cut in.

“No! Absolutely not you can’t..”

“It’s best for Noah, Elizabeth I know you want him safe.” Viper spoke evenly, his tone similar to a father.

Betty deflated then, looking down at the sleeping two year old in her arms she sighed
“Okay, yeah okay. Thankyou for your protection.” She placed a hand on the older mans shoulder as she lead him out the front door, accepting kisses from all the smitten Serpents as they grabbed the last of the cookies.

Viper turned to Jughead and whispered
“Don’t fuck this up son.” With a dramatic wink he was on his bike and off.

Jughead turned to Betty and opened his mouth, she quickly put a finger to her lips nodding down at the sleeping child.

Jughead grabbed Noah from her arms swiftly and raised a brow, as desperately as she tried Betty couldn’t keep the small smile off of her face as she led the boys into Noah’s makeshift bedroom.

Jughead gently placed him in the bed and lay the blanket over Noah, backing away slowly as Betty flicked off the light.

“I know it’s not much but we’re working on it, I want this to be his home but he’s not quite sure what he likes yet, he hadn’t had much so decorating isn’t the easiest, so far all I know is that he likes naps and the radio. A very simple boy to please.” She rolled her eyes.

“Reminds me of someone I know.” Jughead joked, smiling when Betty’s smile widened

“He really is just like you, you should have seen when I gave him his first milkshake, it was an out of body experience for the little lovebug.” She grinned at the memory and Jughead smiled, his face turned slightly more serious

“Why did you take him in? Viper said sheriff Keller called you about him? You took him so quickly.”

Betty stopped walking and turned to Jughead in the hallway

“I asked sheriff Keller to call me about any Southside children needing homes. I got my foster license three years ago, I always knew I would end up back here and I suppose… the Southside Foster Care System, well they take a lot of things from a lot of people, I didn’t want that to happen to Anyone else.”

The meaning wasn’t lost on Jughead, she was referring to the way he completely cut her off when he was sent to foster care, how being separated from that side of town was the final straw, one of the main reasons he broke things off with her.

“Anyway” she continued “I’ll never stop Noah from seeing people from the South Side, if the Serpents are the closest thing to family that he has then so be it. They can see him whenever they like as long as he’s okay with it. I would never take him away from people that he loved just because I thought I should.” She whispered the last part bitterly as she began walking again. Jughead gripped her elbow gently

“Betts..” he whispered desperately, her eyes finally coming up to meet his

The front door slammed open

“Hey Betty Boop, we’ve come to meet the nugget! We brought presents! And they’re super cool.” Archie was holding endless bags from toys R us and Veronica was holding wine, Archie was practically bouncing in anticipation of opening the toys while Veronica stared lovingly at her dorky husband.

They finally spotted The position Jughead and Betty were in and Archie dropped his bags

Veronica locked eyes with Betty

“Maybe we should have knocked?”

EXO’s S/O Is Sassy!

contains: fluff / sass / thirsty boys / slight NSFW / more sass

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// Minseok

Minseok came home from the practice in the mood again, but you weren’t. You had so much work to do, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to finish it all.

He put his hand on your knee. “How much more do you have to do, Jagi?”

“A lot.”

“Do you think you might want a break soon?” he asked, leaning in close to you.

“No time.”

He nipped your ear. “We can be quick.”

“I didn’t know that all those months ago, I had said yes to dating a walking, talking boner! Silly me! I should have gotten an entire man!”

Minseok leaned back, eyes wide. He’d gotten the message loud and clear and left you alone to work. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him grab his laptop and leave the room.

The next day though, you were the one feeling needy, and you hoped you hadn’t shut him down too hard.

Of course not; it’s Minseok. He’s always ready to go to town with you.

Originally posted by squishy-mushy


// Junmyeon

You were watching old episodes of Everybody Hates Chris when Junmyeon walked in front of the TV doing the Growl choreography.

“Move!”

“I am moving!” he joked. “으르렁 으르렁 으르렁 대!”

“Boy, if you don’t get out of the way, I will knock you into next week.”

He kept dancing…

Seven days later, Junmyeon showed up at the door with flowers. You took them, but still had scorn on your face. “Have you learned your lesson?" 

He bowed. "Yes, Jagi, my love.”

“Okay.” You stepped aside and let him in.

“Can I make it up to you?” he pleaded.

“I don’t know, can you?” You crossed your arms.

His lips went straight to your neck, and you allowed it.

Originally posted by junmayeon


// Yixing

It wasn’t often you got snippy around Yixing, because he never provoked you, but the flight attendant sure did when he woke you up by rudely lifting your seat and slamming your tray closed.

“What was that?”

“We’re landing,” he said, not looking at you.

“Hmm. Glad to know we’re flying Asshole Airlines. I’ll remember next time we need to travel.”

Yixing had his eyes wide next to you, unable to believe what he’d just heard.

“Never. Again,” you said to him, your signal that this was a business you would no longer be patronizing.

He nodded and pulled you close to him so you could calm down. Being near him always did that. You rested your hot head on his chest until you landed in Changsha, cooled down and ready to meet his parents.

Originally posted by ygyixing


// Baekhyun

“I’m creeping in your heart bae!” Baekhyun sang in your ear as he hugged you tightly. Sometimes you were in the mood for his antics, but today was not one of those days. You were stressed and just needed to focus on your work so it could be done.

“Baekhyun, if you sing one more line…”

“Creeping, creeping, creeping!!!”

“Hey, you know who wants to hear you? Why don’t you go find Chanyeol? He loves hearing your loud mouth.”

Baekhyun stopped singing and slinked away from you singing softly, “You huuurt me… so bad, so bad… you huuurt me…”

Later on when you were no longer stressed, you felt bad, but he wouldn’t let you make it up to him.

“No, I think you made it clear you hate me now, Jagi! I’m going to sleep in Chanyeol’s bed tonight!”

“Baeeekie, don’t be like that…”

You reeled him back into your arms with promises of cuddles and kisses, reminding him that when you were stressed, you got crankier.

Originally posted by iyeolie


// Jongdae

You and Jongdae looked at the spilled milk between the two of you.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you had just let me pour,” he said.

“ThiS wOulDn’T haVe HapPenED iF yOU haD juSt LeT me pOur!” you repeated in your most derisive imitation of Jongdae possible.

“Ahhh waeee!”

“ahHh wAeEE!” you mocked again. “Sit your butt down and let me fix my own breakfast.”

Jongdae was taken aback and left the kitchen. As you wiped the floor and added the little bit of milk you had left to your Frosted Flakes, you felt like you might have been a little harsh. It was only milk; you could buy more.

You walked into the dining room ready to apologize, but you were surprised to find Jongdae giving you his bedroom eyes.

“What… are you serious?” you asked in disbelief.

“I didn’t know you could be so sassy, Jagi…” he growled at you.

Somehow, Jongdae always got his way. An hour later, you sat down to extremely soggy cereal with a slight ache in your legs.

Originally posted by chenclusive


// Chanyeol

Chanyeol texted you sweet things often when he wasn’t around, but sometimes you liked to mess with him.

He sent: Hello aaaangle

You sent: I never knew I was an angle

He sent: Of course, you’re my one and only angle :)

You sent: What kind of angle am I?

He sent: An angle with more beauty than any other

Then he sent: Wait… why didn’t you tell me that was the wrong word.  How long were you going to let me type the wrong word

You sent: Learn how to spell, Chan

He sent: I’m not coming home from the studio tonight

You didn’t answer, and in an hour, he showed up at the door, worried that you were mad at him.  You’d played him right into your hands once again, and had him begging for your cuddles and your attention.  You gave it in small doses until you were ready to give him your undivided attention.

Originally posted by dailypetal


// Kyungsoo

You were watching TV on the couch alone when Kyungsoo changed the channel without asking you.

“Hey!”

“There’s something I want to show you,” he said, sitting next to you. “This is that show I said was really good.”

“I’m not going to like it if it’s interrupting my drama. Change it back.”

“I thought we could watch this together, since it’s a rerun from the beginning.”

“Kyungsoo… do you like your face?” you asked, turning to him. “If you do, I suggest you change the channel back.”

Little did you know, you had just declared a war. Kyungsoo was the king of threats. The war escalated to near nuclear levels before you decided to call it a stalemate because both of the shows had gone off!

“…What do you want to do now?” he asked.

“Eat your face,” you said with a smirk. “I like your face.” Kyungsoo’s angry side really got you going for some reason.

Originally posted by kyungsuhos


// Jongin

“I missed seeing you, Jagi,” he said, holding you close to him, sounding more sincere than he’d ever sounded about anything.  He had been gone for nearly a month and had only been able to Skype you three times total.

“I don’t blame you… if I couldn’t see me for a month, I’d miss me too.”

Jongin laughed and hit you lightly on the shoulder, and you laughed along with him.  It was just one of those overly-cocky moods that popped up on occasion, turning your usually confident self up a few notches.

“Jaaagi, I’m serious!”  He calmed down.  “I missed you a lot.”

He shyly pulled you into his lap and held your hand against his chest.

You pecked him on the nose and he grinned bigger than you’d ever seen him grin as he stared lovingly into your eyes.  You could probably get him to agree to whatever you wanted him to do.  Hmm… what did you want him to do…?

Originally posted by iamlatinaandilovekpop


// Sehun

“Jagi, what do you think of this outfit? Jaw dropping?”

Sehun stepped out of the dressing room and did a twirl for you. You stepped forward and took the tag on the leather jacket.

“Only thing jaw dropping is how much it costs. Find something else.”

“This is the best thing in the store… don’t I deserve the best?” he whined.

“I think you can learn a lesson from Tao. He says cheap clothes become expensive when he wears them, not the other way around.”

Sehun’s eyes went wide with a “what did you just say to me?!” face and you pushed him back into the changing room.

The door opened a few seconds later and he had his signature “not having it” face on. “Maybe if you made more money, we could have anything we wanted.”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a brat we wouldn’t have to get every little thing you see!”

It sounded like a real fight to the other customers in the store, but when you got to the car, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Sehun secretly liked it when you sassed him back… he liked it a lot. Almost as if it was a kink of his and he provoked you on purpose sometimes. Almost.

Definitely.

Originally posted by iyeolie

Ever Since You Left Pt. 4

Part one. Part two. Part three.

A/N: Blame @whitechocolateperfection (for everything, tbh) sorry it’s short!! 


When I saw Shawn’s name on my caller ID, I wanted so badly to ignore it. To pretend that we’d never fought, that things were still as they were. I knew though that we needed to clear the air in order to move on, so I reluctantly answered.

“Y/N, look- I don’t like the way we left things. Dinner was tense and weird and I don’t want it to be like that every time we have to be in the same room together. We need to talk.” he said from the other end of the line. I pursed my lips.

“That’s the only reason you want to talk? So things aren’t awkward for other people?” I replied. Shawn sighed.

“Can you just come over? Or should I come to you?” he asked. I paused.

“Come over here.” I said finally. My parents weren’t home, which meant we had the privacy to yell and get all our feelings out. Shawn agreed, and said that he was coming before the line went dead.

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Bad Day - Fluff

Originally posted by dylanfanforeverr

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: PG (omg)
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 975
AN: No, you didn’t misread, this is actually NOT smut. I know, right? Anyway, @celestial-writing​ is having a day so I wrote this for her in the hopes that it would bring a smile to her face, so I hope I did okay. I love you, Madi, my daughter, and I’m always here for you, okay? xoxox


You trudged into the house, slamming the door behind you and throwing your keys on the side table, a loud sigh leaving your lips. You were exhausted and stressed, your anxiety through the roof due to your crappy job. You worried about what your boyfriend would say when he got home, afraid to break down in front of him. You knew he’d understand, he was caring and selfless and he loved you. You just didn’t want to seem weak.

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