ok yeah i need to go to bed

RFA Reaction to cuddling at MCs place while Family/Roommates are there

So basically this is my HC for the RFA I need to start doing Minor Trio with Baeran dammit me going to MCs place for the first time and trying to cuddle/other but the catch is MC lives with family/roomies.

Some are just fluffy. Some get smutty. *cough* Zen and Jumin *cough*


  • Your room?? Alone?? I-Is that okay??
  • “Yoosung, we’ve hung at before…”
  • “Yeah at my place where it was just us…Is…Is your family ok with this?”
  • “Yoosung I’m a legal adult. I have been. We both are.”
  • “O-Okay.”
  • You’re sitting in your bed cuddling, playing video games. You get a little handsy. A slight blush rises in his cheeks and he pretends not to notice as he keeps playing his level.
  • But your hand rests at the hem of his shirt, and sloooowwwlllly lifts it up, letting your fingers softly trace up and down his sides
  • Blush intensifies “MC..?? You feelin cuddly?”
  • “Maaaybe” You nuzzle into the crook of his arm as he puts it around you.
  • You are not satisfied. More snuggles. More.
  • You throw one leg over him, latching onto him like a Koala.
  • It was pretty innocent, but Yoosung imagining your parents or sibling walking in and seeing you tangled up just made him so flustered. ‘If I keep playing my game, even if someone sees us they’ll no nothing was happen-’
  • You crane your neck and plant a soft kiss on his 
  • This boy can’t keep a poker face. You know you’ve got him. You casually take his DS out of his hands, save the progress, and close it.
  • Yoosung is just wide eyed staring at the ceiling, lips pursed and shaking juuuust a little bit. His hand still in the position as if he was still holding his DS up. He is too shook
  • So you make the move, throw your arm over his chest and start kissing his neck again.
  • “MC are you sure?”
  • “We’re not gonna go crazy…I mean. Probably not.” And you start leaving a couple soon-to-be hickeys on him.
  • ‘Oh what the hell’ Yoosung gives up. He likes you too much.
  • He takes your hand in his and interlaces your fingers with his
  • Turns his head to yours
  • So many kisses. He starts pressing his lips to yours, it’s deep but still soft.
  • You guys just keep it up for a while. Snuggles, kisses, the occasional grope.
  • It gets late into the night and Yoosung figures he should get going.
  • You walk him to the door and he gives you a kiss goodnight.
  • You promise to hang out at his place next time so he’s not as nervous.


  • She thinks your roommates are lovely. They like her too, think she’s kind of stoic, but like her none the less.
  • You two go up to your room. She sits on your bed, no second thoughts about your roommates or anything. Why would they come in? And even then Jaehee’s sure you’re not ballsy enough to try anything crazy with people in the house
  • You guys arent quiet enough for that
  • You sit next to her and put on one of Zen’s shows. You start off side by side but soon end up spooning.
  • You guys have watched these movies so many times you know all the lines, so whenever Zen goes to deliver a really sexy line, you beat him to it and whisper it in Jaehee’s ear.
  • She giggles and it’s so fkn cute. Ugh.
  • You get a little restless at one point. You run your hand down her side, admiring her curves.
  • And sloooowly back up. Your fingers brush exposed skin and her spine straightens a bit.
  • “MC…” She chuckles
  • You two start kissing. It’s sweet and slow. You don’t go very far, because you’re both just feeling more cuddly than lusty. Lusty isn’t a word but shut up
  • Eventually the movie is over. You walk her out to her car. You go to give her a quick peck goodnight, but she cups your face and holds it there for a good minute. You melt a little and put your hands over hers. She’s too cute.
  • You watch as her car pulls out of the driveway. A small smile on your lips.
  • Your roomate opens the front door “Hey, you gonna stand here and think about that steamy ass kiss or come inside already?”


  • He knocks at the door and your roommate opens it.
  • “Holy shit MC your hot ass celebrity boyfriend is here” They yell up the stairs (it’s me. I’m one of your obnoxious roommates.)
  • You come down the stairs “Babe! Hey! Sorry I didn’t get the door I-”
  • “No worries, Angel” And he planted a quick peck on your lips. You heard your roommates snicker as they set the table for food.
  • After you all ate, you and Zen slipped into your room. You expected immediate cuddles and kisses but
  • He just sat at your desk and looked around
  • “Uh, Babe, you can come sit on the bed” You patted the spot next to you
  • But Mc…… T H E B E A S T
  • It could appear at any moment.
  • I’ll take my chances just get over here you egg.
  • So he joins you on the bed. Slowly he sinks into the spot next to you, as if a quick movement might rattle the cage of THE BEAST
  • You turn on your music and start chatting. Eventually ending with Zen’s head in your lap as you play with his hair and he stares at your face with endearment cause he’s just so in love with how focused you look as you braid his hair and chat.
  • So endeared he doesn’t hear you muttering about cutting off the rat tail
  • Soon the braid is done and there’s nothing to occupy your hands while you guys talk.
  • They start off at Zen’s face. Tracing his cheekbones and jawline.
  • “MC…what are you doing?” He chuckles
  • “Just touching you”
  • MC Phrasing please
  • Then your hands trace the tendons in his neck to the well toned muscles on his shoulders. His shirt color tries to get in the way but you just snake your hands underneath.
  • His eyebrow twitches
  • MC please he is using all of his self control right now.
  • You lean over, giving your arms more reach farther into his shirt, your fingertips brush the beginning of your lovers V line. Haha V line. V. Hah you can only think about V whenever you see Zen’s V line now
  • Your intention was to get your face inches from Zen, not touch his hips. That was just added bonus
  • His breath gets a little heavy and husky, brushing your lips which are only about an inch away.
  • You very slowly, and I mean very slowly, lean in to close the gap. Your eyes half lidded while Zen’s are wide af.
  • The second your lips touch Zen jumps up. Well he tries. WIth your hands in his shirt and face above his you both get a little tangled for a second but his feet find the floor and he turns so he’s facing away from you.
  • “Hyun? You ok?”
  • “ I just…. Ugh. If we kiss like that again I don’t think I’ll be able to help myself, Princ-”
  • “So don’t.”
  • He turns his head, a look of shock in his eyes. “What?”
  • “So. Don’t.” You grin. “Don’t help yourself”
  • “But your roommates are-”
  • You turn your radio volume even higher, a smug look on your face.
  • His voice dropped so low you thought it was a new person. “Are you sure you want to?”
  • You got up and pulled him close, pressing your bodies together. “Positive”
  • Music: High
  • Kisses: Heavy
  • Beast: Unleashed.
  • You guys weren’t used to having to be quiet. Zen wasn’t sure how to feel about you not screaming his name. But it was a fun little challenge for the both of you. It made things interesting, added the element of getting caught.
  • Eventually you guys were left panting and just laying side by side.
  • He glanced at the clock.
  • “Oh shit My Love, I’m sorry to eat and run but it’s getting late and I have morning rehearsal.” He hopped out of bed and started pulling his clothes on.
  • “I understand Babe” You threw a shirt and sweatpants on and walked him downstairs, where your roommates were still awake watching a movie.
  • Zen cast a nervous glance towards them, but covered it as soon as they looked in your direction.
  • “It was nice meeting you!” He waved to them.
  • “You too!” They both chimed and waved back.
  • Zen turned to you, gave you a kiss goodnight, and walked out to his car.
  • You shut the front door, and as soon as you did
  • “Wow. Your bed is really squeaky huh?
  • “Wha-” A blush spray paints your cheeks bright red
  • “Celebrity sex scandaaaaaal” The other one sings.
  • “We didn’t-” You tried.
  • “MC….your shirts backwards” They winked.
  • You looked down and sure as shit you were looking at the back of your shirt. Welp. RIP.


  • You were a little nervous for Jumin to come over and meet your roommates.
  • More often than not they were those ruthless Jokester friends. They didn’t get when people didn’t get their jokes and Jumin…he’s not the best with jokes in general.
  • Your friends are also very casual, so when Jumin showed up in his “Formal Dinner Party” attire they were a little confused.
  • You had given them a fair warning…but they didn’t think you were serious.
  • You ate dinner, it went surprisingly okay. You swore there might come a time when Jumin and one of the roomies might hit a rough patch but nope. Smooth sailing, especially when he learned one of your roomies is pre vet and they shared a passion for felines.
  • After dinner you escorted him to your room.
  • Almost immediately you were wrapped in each other’s arms on the bed.You guys try to keep it professional in public, so once you’re alone you two make up for the lost public snuggle time hardcore.
  •  You lay side by side, your head on his chest, his arm around you and rubbing your back. You just chat about things, you ask Jumin about random things just to hear his voice His voice is my guilty fucking pleasure my god bless that VA. It calms you. But if he says the right things it gets you a little… hot and bothered.
  • “So dinner was good….when’s dessert?” Yep like that. Hot. And. Bothered. 
  • “Jumin” You gasped a little, surprised he suggested it
  • “I’m sorry? I assume from the way your hand was inching towards-”
  • Oh shit? Your hand was heading down there wasn’t it. Haha ohhhhh Hand. *cue audience laugh track* Anyways
  • “I mean, I would but uh…my roommates are downstairs. It’s not like the penthouse where it’s just us.”
  • “And?” He is so shameless. Or clueless. Or maybe a little bit of both.
  • “Wouldn’t you be, uh, embarrassed?”
  • “Should I? I assumed it was no secret that we had sex. Usually people assume anways…” He trailed off, but then remembered the situation at hand. “But if you’d rather not I understand. “ He sounded a little disappointed, but then he looked at you with a small smirk. “But I guess now it’ll be only sweeter the next time I get to lay you down and” cue intense details of. He didn’t stop, he just kept talking about all the things you two could do, and his voice kept getting lower and huskier and you could tell how excited he was just by the way he was talking
  • You couldn’t take it
  • Fuck the roommates
  • Jumin was right it’s not like they don’t know
  • You suddenly rolled so you were on top of him, straddling his waist.
  • “Kitten I thought-”
  • You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a very sloppy kiss.
  •  When you pulled away for air you just “I don’t care. Let them hear.”
  • You two got wild
  • ….I’ll stop here. You guys don’t need the details 
  • Once you two were finished you were cuddling again. Just cuddling without clothes but that was A OK.
  • Jumin was back to rubbing your back again, and you were cuddled up to him again.Your hand was on his chest and his hand on top, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth. But instead of talking you guys kept exchanging gentle kisses, taking turns leaning in and reaching for kisses from each other.
  • Around midnight he figured he should get going home. You both put your clothes on and walked out to the car. On the way there you saw your roommates. They looked a little shook. Little bit. They waved by to Jumin even though they could barely look at the two of you without blushing.
  • Jumin planted a firm kiss on you at the car, and when you walked back in you turned to your roommates, ready to apologize for the..uh…noise.
  • “Hey guys…so uh…hahaha awkward amiright?”
  • “I don’t know, is it….’Kitten’?”
  • “Or should we ask….’Daddy’?”
  • You’re never living this down. Ever.


  • He came over to meet your family
  • He already knew almost everything about them so he was well prepared to kiss ass
  • He didn’t have to though, they liked him off the bat. They were glad they finally got to meet the boy MCs been spending all their time with.
  • After dinner MC and he decided to go upstairs and hang out a bit.
  • These two nerds legit sat in MCs bed looking at memes on their phones
  • At least an hour went by with you two just giggling and showing your phones to each other
  • Somehow you both found ways to get closer to each other without meaning to.
  • It started off with you two leaning against the wall, but soon you were basically sitting in Seven’s lap, head leaning against his chest, and the two of staring at one phone screen of memes.
  • At some point Seven snaked his arms around your waist, and buried his face in between your shoulder blade and your neck.
  • The giggles continued.
  • Soon you saw a meme that had you dying laughing. Seven was amused, but he ended up getting more amused when you started snorting from laughing so hard. You clasped a hand over your mouth to try to silence the noise, but it was not happening. He thought it was too cute and couldn’t help but kiss your cheek with an overdramatic “MUAAAH” noise
  • More memes and time passed
  • Now you two were laying on your tummies, side by side, memeing away
  • That’s when you look at Seven. A slight grin on his face, the way his eyes sparkle when he’s having a good time, everything about him really.
  • You just feel so much…love for him.
  • So you put your phone down and start peppering him with light quick kisses all over the side of his face.
  • He laughs “MC what are you doing?”
  • “I just…I love you so much” You can’t hold back the smile on your face. Just staring at him makes you happy. “Saeyoung, sometimes…Sometimes I can’t even believe you’re real” and you lightly touch his face, taking in the feel of his skin and the look in his eyes.
  • He seems overcome with emotion too. Some mix of happiness and sadness, but then more happiness.
  • He shifts so he’s facing you more and plants a long kiss on your lips. Eventually you both sit up and just start kissing. It’s not the sloppy make out of when you guys are getting ready to do the do, it’s a long line of passionate kisses filled with innocent love and need for one another.
  • It’s love.
  • You end up wrapped in one another’s arms staring into each other’s eyes until both of you doze off.
  • It’s about 2 am when you wake up. You two are still wrapped up, and Saeyoung is snoozing peacefully inches from your face. You wish you could just stare at him all night, the moonlight bouncing off his face made him look like he really wasn’t real, like he’d turn into mist at any second and slip away Wow I’m getting really poetic. Probably cause it’s 5 am idk sorry
  • But you know theres work he has to get done and normally he’s not even sleeping at this time so he’s probably already behind schedule.
  • You start off as a soft whisper, scared your voice could break the magic of the moment “Saeyoung”
  • He stirrs a bit but doesn’t open his eyes.
  • A little louder, but still whispering “Saeyoung” HIs eyelids lift slowly, and when he sees your face, a sleepy smile spreads across his own.
  • This alone makes you feel giddy and in love and your own mouth cracks a giant smile. Then you start peppering his face with gentle kisses.
  • “Come on” kisskisskiss “Wake up silly” kisskisskiss “I kept you long enough”
  • In his tired lawd kill me if I heard sleepy Seven’s voice I’d probably die voice he muttered “Keep me forever, MC”

anonymous asked:

hey, i don't know if you write smut, but in honor of the leaked scene, could you write a established!bughead drabble, where he climbs her window and is all flirty? (doesn't have to be smut tho, just a hot make out).. i love your writing btw

(Okay, a little disclaimer. First of all, this is not full on smut, it’s just a hot, slightly smutty make out. Second of all, I didn’t make it full on smut, not because I didn’t want to (believe me Cole tempts me to sin and sin badly) but because I didn’t feel that Bughead’s first time would be like that and I didn’t want to write a random smut without first writing about Jughead not being sure about his sexuality and him and Betty generally testing the waters and all of the other normal things teenagers go through. I intend to write something like that because, asexual Jughead or not, Betty and Jughead are two teens that have a natural naivety and a mutual respect to one another so I believe that, as we saw in the kiss too, they would be timid and taking their time with exploring what they are comfortable with and testing their limits. So I left that for another one-shot. As for the part that Jughead might be asexual. I respect that and I’m not trying to erase anything of his (possible) character here. For what I have read and heard from other ace people and friends, yes, he can still be asexual. Asexuality is a sexual orientation, sexual behavior does not change that. Like every other sexuality it has subcategories; the “I dislike sex”, the “I find it ok, but I do not engage in it often”, the “I’m asexual but my partner makes me feel good” etc.  In my mind, as I became older and kept reading the comics and understanding more about sexuality and educating myself on the topic, Jughead fell to the third category for me. That he was being somebody with maybe a lower level of sexual interest but with sexual drive nontheless. So that’s what I have in my mind while watching Riverdale and writing this one-shot and the possible others that will revolve around this topic in the future.

Sorry that was so long, I just wanted to set some things straight and by all means I’m not trying to offend anybody. Everybody ships what they want to ship and that’s perfectly ok! Ship wars are just tiring and pointless so everybody stay calm and respect everyone’s opinions. And if Jughead does end up being asexual with no need to engage in any sexual activities then sure, everyone should be again perfectly ok and not bitch and moan that he won’t get to have steamy scenes or anything. He is still going to be the most amazing guy in Rivedale either way! 

End of my huge rant!! Hope you enjoy guys!! <3)

 Is your mom finally asleep?

I think so yeah. Why?

I’m coming up ;)

Betty locked her phone and shot up from her bed, abandoning her worn-out copy of Wuthering Heights pages first on the mattress and kicking her covers, a nervous excitement pouring down on her belly as she heard the familiar crack of careful footsteps on wood. She gave herself a quick once over on her vanity mirror, checking that her messy bun was intact and straightening her plain white t-shirt, before kicking off her bunny printed fuzzy socks of her feet and throwing them under her bed in a hurry. It wasn’t the fact that he wouldn’t appreciate them, he would and he would probably offer her that chuckle of his that set free a million butterflies inside her chest, but her toe nails were painted a lovely baby pink and it was a shame not to show them off, even though his focus would be on other places, more important ones. She felt her cheeks heating at that and she quickly grabbed her strawberry lip balm from her nightstand, applying some on her already soft lips with her ring finger, knowing that this taste mixed with her own always drove him crazy.

Since that day that Jughead had climbed up her window so for her to complain to him about her parents and her family situation, it seemed that this became a thing for them. At first, he was just sneaking up because they needed a quiet place to discuss investigation plans and theories, the office hours of Blue & Gold proving not to be enough. Now, two months after, the raven haired boy used that ladder almost every night to see his beautiful girlfriend, cuddle with her and watch movies and most importantly kiss her like she was the heavenly droplets of water on his always thirsty lips.

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Just A Little Help | Part 2 |

Hi! I finally finished it! God, it took me so long to do so. I usually write before I got to bed, but I figured that I should finish it now because I already had the ending planned out. Should I make a part 3 where the tell Gemma and Michal? I need suggestions, so please feel free to drop me an ask! Also, sorry for any mistakes!



The overall seriousness in his voice and Gemma’s despairing facial expression made you extremely concerned about their issue. The small smile on your face faded.

“Yeah, ok… let me go wake Harry. You two can head to the lounge if you want.” You imparted before slipping out.

As you walked up the stairs, you had begun to get more curious about what they wanted to talk about. What could be so important that they had to come over at such short notice?

“H? Love?” You whispered as you reach the inside of your bedroom. “Harry, wake up.” You said slightly louder, walking over to him.

He moaned quietly in response.

“Harry? Gemma and Michal are here.” You cooed and ran your hand threw his soft hair.

“Tell ‘em I’m busy…” Harry groaned sleepily. His eyes were still closed as he tried to snuggle closer into the the blanket.

“I think it’s important.” You said in a hushed voice and stretched your hand out for him to take.

Harry sighed. He took your hand and allowed you to help him up. He quickly slipped into his slippers before following you out of the room, down the stairs, and into the living room.

As soon as you entered the room, you heard sniffling and almost inaudible reassured ‘it’s okay’s.

“Hey, hey. What’s the matter, Gem?” Harry gushed, walking quickly towards his sister. You rushed behind him and rubbed her back as Harry hugged her tightly.

Gemma stayed quiet for a moment as she wiped away a few tears. “Why don’t you two have a seat first?”

You and Harry looked at each other confused. You shrugged at him and afterwards you both sat down.

“There’s really no way to ask this, Y/n. I’ve known you for nearly ten years and you’re one of the very few people I could confide in for this favor.” Gemma paused for a moment before continuing, “A few days ago, we found out that we’re incompatible to conceive together. I have major tube blockage, and our doctor says that we have a few options: we could adopt or we could find someone to carry my egg and his sperm. We just want to know if you’d consider being our surrogate.”

You were dumbfounded to say the least. You had absolutely not been expecting this. At all.

Your blankly confused face had begun to scare Gemma and Michal.

“I… I don’t know.” You managed to get out.

“You don’t have to do it. We understand if you don’t. We just wanted to ask before we look into adoption.”

“I think we should talk about this together thoroughly first. Then, we can give you an answer.” Harry piped in.

You nodded, finally having processed it.

Gemma and Michal had left not long after.

Harry plopped down on your shared king-sized bed after patiently finishing his nightly routine and he successfully tucked all three kids in.

You, on the other hand, had been procrastinating from the moment Gemma and Michal had left, to now. You thought about it immensely, weighing all the pros and cons you could think of. This was a very tough decision to make, but it would determine a couple’s entire future.

Two very important people in your life.

“Are you ready to talk about it?” Harry drawled, pulling the duvet over his legs. He sat up with his back against the headboard and his right hand reaching for yours.

“I think so,” you cleared your voice, “I thought about it a lot. I mean, I think I’m getting a little old, don’t you? But she’s much older than me, she’s already reached past the safety limit. Even if she could have children she would not only be putting her baby’s life in danger, but her own.” You looked at him unsure.

Harry nodded. He didn’t quite know what to say, but he wanted to make sure you knew he understood.

“Do you think I should do it?” You raised an eyebrow.

“As her brother, I think it would be amazing if you could give her and her husband the most beautiful gift of life. But as your husband, I don’t necessarily think this is the best idea because we have a daughter and two toddlers to look after, and this would only bring you more stress.” He spoke profoundly. He gave your hand tight squeeze. “This is completely up to you, though. You know I’ll always support your decision.”

“Thank you,” you smiled up at him. “Maybe I should sleep on it for now.”

Harry hummed, agreeing. “I love you.” He said, kissing your lips before fully lying in bed.

“I love you, too.” You replied. Finally turning the lamp on your bedside table off, and crawling in next to Harry.

It was very early in the morning when you woke up. The sun had not yet set, so you decided that you would go downstairs to the front porch and watch it rise with a warm cup of tea.

You sat up carefully in bed, cautious not to wake Harry. Once you got out, you slipped into one of Harry’s jumpers that he left on the floor next to his unclaimed side of the bed. You shook you head and scolded his sleeping frame. You figured you’d yell at him later.

You made slow and quiet steps down the hall to check on Amelia first, then the twins who were all still asleep and well in each of their beds. Afterwards, you set off to the kitchen to make a small cup of tea and bring it outside with you.

It was slightly chilly outside, but the warmth of Harry’s jumper was enough to keep you content for the next few moments. You snuggled closer to it as you sat comfortably on the porch swing and drank your tea. Birds chirping and the wind blowing was nearly all you heard.

You had been out there for a while, sipping on tea and watching the sun finally rise completely. You hadn’t even noticed the sound of the front door opening until it was slowly closing and the cushion you were sitting on had dipped.

You swung your head around to catch Harry settling down beside you. He had a pair of custom made pajama bottoms with “Styles” perfectly knit on the left side, and an old band tee that he had gotten the hang of using to sleep. You noticed he had a baby monitor in one of his hands.

“Thought you’d be out here.” He said while wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “'Woke up just now and you weren’t in bed.”

You hummed in response and snuggled into his warm side.

“It’s a bit cold out here, don’t you think?” He asked, smiling down at you. Harry grazed his hand along your naked arm. It was cold, and goosebumps could be felt. Even though it wasn’t a long while, you had been quiet ever since he had stepped outside. He frowned before asking, “what are you thinking?” You seemed to be really deep in thought.

“I… I think I want to do it.” You replied.

“What do you mean?” He began rubbing your arm after placing the baby monitor he had held, in between his legs.

“I think I want to be to be Gem’s surrogate.” You answered a little more confident.

Almost immediately, he stopped his movements. “What? Are you sure?” He stuttered. He seemed to be somewhere between happy and a bit concerned.

“Of course, I am. It’s going to be so wonderful to help them with their dream of being parents. Even if it’s just a little help.” You grinned, holding onto his hand.

“A little help?” He grinned back, “baby, you’re *giving* them their dream of being parents. It’s so amazing of you to do this.” Harry embraced you in his arms and held you tightly. “I think I love you even more, if it’s possible.”

I Loved You

@hannahmtrex - could you do a seb imagine where he messes up or something so the reader leaves?

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Drama, Nudity, Sex (mentioned)

I walked up the stairs to my apartment, taking two at a time. My bag was thrown harshly on my shoulder, knocking the wall every so often with my turns. My makeup was ruined, my clothes hazardelly threw on. I was running and the sad part is I couldn’t comprehend why. No scratch that, I couldn’t understand why the man I loved with all my heart shattered it like it was nothing. Once I got to my door I slammed the keys in, trying and failing to open the door. I could hear him calling for me, coming to me and i just wanted to be in the safety of my apartment. I managed to get the door opened right when he came down the hall. I gave him one shallow glance before I ran inside, slamming the door shut and putting the deadbolt in. I could hear his footsteps pounding on the hardwood floors before he started to pound on the door, his breathing labourded.
“Y/N please let me in. Just let me explain. It’s not what it looks like!”
I dropped my bags to the floor, taking cautious steps away from the door. 
“Y/N please!”
He started to pound on the door harder and I just ran away to my room, slamming the door shut and putting my favorite playlist on as loud as it would go hoping he would get the message. I laid in bed, hugging my teddy close, the tears still falling as i thought about the events that led to today.

We were sleeping peacefully, Seb’s arms wrapped around my waist and under my head when I heard the first blaring notification from my phone. I groaned, ignoring it when Seb’s phone went off. I thought nothing of it until both of our phones started to go off without stopping. I glared at Seb’s head, rolling over and grabbing my cell. I noticed that most of my notifications were from twitter and instagram. I grabbed Seb’s phone noticing his were from the same with the exception that his manager had tried to call him. I rolled back over, pushing Seb;s shoulder gently.
“Seb, Seba wake up. Your manager called.”

I smiled, leaning over his face and pampering kissing all over his face, avoiding his lips until he actually woke up.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, your manager called.”

Seb nodded, and I handed him his phone. I watched as he got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, mumbling to low for me to hear him. I laid back down, scrolling thru my newsfeed when a certain tag caught my attention. I clicked on it, dropping my phone as soon as I did. I wanted to throw up and I hadn’t even seen the entire thing. I took a deep breath, clicking on the tag. There was a picture with the tag @sebastianisacheater I scrolled thru the comments seeing that people were taking his side and then some were taking my side. Wait, there wasn’t a side to be taken here…was there? I scrolled back up to the picture seeing that it was clearly Seb with some girl who clearly wasn’t me, having sex. There was a link in the post and I clicked on it, throwing my phone when I did. It was a sex video, and it was clearly my Sebastian with an unknown woman. Sebastian came out of the room, a distant look on his face. 
“Sebastian, is everything ok?”
He didn’t even answer me, instead, walking over to the closet and getting dressed.
“Not now Y/N.”
“I know.”
I looked down at my hands, avoiding eye contact with Sebastian.
“Know what?”
“I know about the girl, the sex tape. I know. It’s all over the internet, people were tagging me in it. So I know.”
“Y/N it’s not what it looks like, honestly. My manager and his team are trying to fix this. So please, don’t do anything rash, ok?”
I just nodded, reaching for my cell that was still on the bed.
So you’ll be having to go in then?”
I just nodded, letting Sebastian give me a peck on the lips as he left. Once I was sure he was gone, I jumped up, grabbing a duffle bag and throwing everything I needed into it. I cut my cell off, grabbing my old keys and running out of the house throwing caution to the wind.
End of Flashback

I laid in bed, listening Sebastian’s constant begging and pounding. I threw the covers off, going to the door. Sebastian quieted down as he heard my footsteps come to the door.
“I loved you Sebastian! I loved you like there was no tomorrow but you only loved me like there was no yesterday. I gave you my everything and you, you just waisted it on some blonde bimbo! I loved you! And you, you didnt. So i want you to leave. I want you to leave and never come back! Don’t contact me, don’t try to talk to my friends about me, because you mean nothing to me like I meant nothing to you when you fucked her! So get out! Get out and never come back!”
“Y/N please just let me understand.”
“If thats what you really want, I’ll leave.”
“Leave, now! Please.”

A broken sob left my lips as I heard Seb’s footsteps walk away and become lighter till they were no more. I dropped down to the ground, crying and screaming at nothing. I gave him my heart, and he left with it.  

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Darkness- JVR

Originally posted by dallas41chicago88

Alright so we know I like to write fluffy and soft hockey players. Well lately I’ve been struggling with my depression, a lot. So I wrote this angsty one with my boo because I thought it might make me feel better and it did. If you struggle with depression, this may seem familiar and if you don’t, maybe it’ll give you a look into at least my head. Nothing makes depression better instantly. It’s a bunch of small things piled together to make you feel like you’re worth something again. So without further ado… the imagine!

Warning: Depression


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The Sorcerer And The Goddess

Chapter: 2

You got up from the bed. You weren’t still fully healed but at least you could walk, now. When you exit your room, you called for Stephen. “Stephen!” When he doesn’t answer you decide to enter a room that might be his. When you enter the room you see him lying on his bed. You slowly walk towards his body and poke him. “Stephen?”

“Yes?” This time Stephen answered but also cause you to fall.

“What is this? You… I mean… I-” You didn’t know what to ask. You were too shocked to do that.

“Relax!” Stephen chuckled.

Originally posted by atravelgirl

“This is just my Astral Body.” He said gesturing himself.

“Your what?”

“This is where my soul is free from my body.” He explained.

“Yeah that happens to evreyone. When they are DEAD!”

“No need to yell!” Stephen pouted.

“Oh, Norse! Just go back to your body.” You said flustered. Stephen did as you said. When he get into his body back he helped you to get up.

Originally posted by explosivecumberbatch

You were sitting on Stephen’s bed and he was telling you how he became the master of New York Sanctum. “What about your hands? What happened to them?” When you asked his famous smirk disappeared. “Oh! I didn’t mean to-”

Originally posted by benedictscumbercollective

“It’s ok.” He hold his hands in front of both you so you could see easily. “I was in a car crash. When I opened my eyes I was in hospital. They told me that I couldn’t be a doctor anymore with shaky hands. So I came Kamar-Taj. The Ancient One trained me and I became one of the Masters.” He explained not daring to look in your eyes.

Originally posted by mouseymodesty

“Are you ashamed of your hands?” You reached to touch his hands but he pulled them back.

“Kinda.” He answered shyly.

“Why would you be ashamed of them?” You asked calmly.

HOW CAN I BE NOT?” His sudden anger confused you. “It’s easy for you to say. You’re a Goddes! You can change the way you look, whenever you want!” The way he was talking to you made you angry.

“Yes, maybe I can change the way I look but I can’t change WHO I AM or changewhere I come from. I can’t change MY BLOOD! You know nothing about me! NOTHING! Do you want to see real me! Let me show you!” You closed your eyes and revealed your Frost Giant form.

Originally posted by julianamoriarty

Now your eyes were red and your skin was blue. You had symbols on your face. “When I touch someone, I burn their skin.” You waited for him to say something. Something like you shouldn’t be ashamed of your self around him. Stephen just looked at you.

“You’re -” He couldn’t talk. He couldn’t say anything! Then when you looked at him in the eye it all started to make sense. In his eyes, there was fear. Fear that people had when your brother sneaked Frost Giant onto the Asgard. You were familiar with this fear. ,

“You’re just like them!” You frowned to your self. “I thought you were different!” You said in a disappointed voice. “But why would you? After all, I’m the monster, parents tell their children about at night!” Before Stephen could say anything you slammed the door and went to your room.


Maybe, part 3? Please send me feedback.

Memories - Part 3

Bucky Barnes x reader - Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Bucky starts dreaming about a girl he knew at HYDRA. However, she is not just another girl; she has a past with the Avengers, especially with one of them.

A/N: after this chapter, the story is really going to start. Thank you for all your likes, reblogs and amazing words! You are amazing people :)

Tags: @supersoldierslover @rebekastan98 @bexboo616 @axelinchen @marvelbase001 @mytasterpeculiar @ncoleys @itsmarvelgirl


Originally posted by naih-reedus

(Credits to the owner of the gif)

‘How is she?’ Wanda asks Bruce as they look at you through the window from the outside of the room.

‘She has not waken up since you brought her here, but she will, eventually. She has bruises all over her body and bad injuries. They had injected liquids in her veins hundreds of times, she has lost blood. I do not know what they tried to prove having her like this.’

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luckyfsh replied to your post “I would really welcome some prompts for Les Mis fluff right now if…”

R + e + crepes + vaguely awkward morning after??

Enjolras woke to the smell of something cooking, rolling over and blinking at the sunlight that poured through his window. His head is fuzzy, and there’s an ache in his jaw that is steadily growing as he becomes more conscious. He frowns, trying to think of who could possibly be cooking in his apartment when Combeferre moved out a week ago. Feuilly, maybe? Or possibly a less-than-malevolent robber? He attempts to leave his bed, but finds standing to be difficult, landing with a thump on his bed.

“Enjolras? Are you awake?” A low, distinctly familiar voice calls from the kitchen, and Enjolras is suddenly very awake. 

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agoraphobic || luke hemmings


Your fingers tugged gently at the hem of your shirt.

Luke absolutely took notice.

His hand left the steering wheel and found its way to one of yours. He gently grabbed it, and held it, caressing his thumb across the back of it.

“It’s just for a little bit.” He reminds you.

“Luke… I really don’t want to.” You twist your free hand up into the sleeve of the jacket you’re wearing.

“Baby I promise.” He looks over at you.

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Little Things

Word Count: 4876

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Pure fluff. Little bit of angst. But pure fluff. 

A/N: I don’t really know how this happened. It’s pretty bad but @nichelle-my-belle @impala-dreamer and @bringmesomepie56 told me to keep going with it so I did. I apologize in advance for this mess. 

Written for @redlipstickandplaid ‘s birthday challenge. My prompt was hangover. 

“De?” You padded your way into Dean’s room, blanket clutched tightly in one hand, your eyes filled with tears and your thumb in your mouth. “De.” You shook him and he groaned, blinking awake, seeing you standing there.

“Y/N? What is it?” He mumbled sleepily, taking in your state.

“I…I…” You kept stuttering, unable to get the words out through your fear for a minute. Dean just stared at you, trying to wake up and take it all in. “I had a bad dream. Can I sleep here?” It wasn’t uncommon for your nightmares to bring you to Dean’s room, but you generally just threw yourself into bed with him and cuddled up. Something was off about you. Your mannerisms were weird. Your voice was higher pitched. He just couldn’t place exactly what was going on.

“Yeah, of course. Get in.” He pulled back the blankets and scooted over for you and you crawled into bed, much like a child would have, snuggling up against him and putting your head on his chest. That’s when it hit him. The witch. She’d muttered some bullshit at you earlier that day and nothing happened. You’d insisted you were fine but you’d been acting weird ever since.

“Y/N…sweetheart? How old are you?” Dean questioned.

“Four.” You sniffled.

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Playfully Animalistic

Anon: Hey, scenario request with Xiumin from Exo?

Author: Admin M

Character(s): Xiumin (EXO)/Reader

Word Count: 1071

Summary: Xiumin gets a bit too playful.

I ran as he was after me. My breathing hitched as the door was locked. I could hear him chuckling behind me.

“Oh did someone forget her keys?” He was right behind me. I could smell his cologne.

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First - Jungkook

jjk // fluff // rated e 

The first time Jungkook kisses her, it is New Years Eve. 

She’s looking up at the fireworks, wonder encompassing her whole face, and Jungkook is not sure if his heart will remain in his chest any longer. 

He weaves his way through their friends and stands next to hear, weaving his fingers between hers. 

She looks up at him and smiles sweetly before leaning her head against his shoulder and turning her gaze back to the magnificent pyrotechnics. 

Jungkook knows she will not hear him if he speaks, the crowd and the exploding beauty above thundering against her ears. 

So he simply turns his head and surprises her with a soft kiss, his lips molding effortlessly to hers. 

He would later swear that she never hesitated at all to kiss him back, as if her body knew better than her brain what she wanted. 

After all, she has always heard his heart, loud and clear. 

I love this shirt

Harry has been moping around his apartment for days. He can’t figure out what he’s feeling. Ever since he got drunk and blurted out his true feelings for Y/N, his best friend, she hasn’t been herself. He’s been holding on to this tiny sliver of hope that she’ll somehow feel the same, but he knows that’s wrong. He knows that he shouldn’t hold it against her, so he doesn’t; not for very long anyway. Harry decides to let it go, to try to convince her he was a little too drunk to know what he was talking about. Holding his phone in his hand, he hovers his thumb over her name for a few seconds before pressing the screen.

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Shouldn’t 5

Characters:  Dean, Sam, Reader

Summary:  Dean acted upon his feelings for the reader then left her.  When he returned, he found her in bed with his brother.  What happens next?

Word Count:  1160

Warnings:  Language

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

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Originally posted by supernatural-addiction-hotline

Shouldn’t 5

Sam wakes abruptly when a hand smacks the bare sole of the foot that dangles over the side of the bed. Startled, he props himself up on elbow, assessing the situation quickly. Is there a threat?  Where is his gun? After a moment, he registers Dean standing at the foot of the bed and remembers that (Y/N) is curled up next to him on the mattress.

“Dean? What the f…?” Sam says, pulling back the covers

Dean cuts him off, his duffle bag slung over his shoulder. “I’m leaving in ten minutes. If you two are coming, you better get your asses in the car.”

“Dean, wait!” Sam shouts as (Y/N) stirs next to him.  

Dean doesn’t stop, marching straight for the door. He slams it behind him with such force that the cheap single paned windows rattle with his wrath.

“Sam, what’s going on?” (Y/N) asks, her eyes still puffy and red from crying last night.  

“Dean’s back,” Sam says, stuffing his things into a bag. “Listen, get your stuff together and meet us at the car. I’m going to to go talk to him.”

(Y/N) nods, her lower lip trembling. Now that Sam is awake enough to sort things out in his mind, he’s pissed off at his brother all over again. How the fuck could he do this to her? Sam reaches over and lifts her chin with his hand. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay.”

She smiles bravely, but Sam can see by the look in her eye that it’s false bravado. With a sigh, he drops his hand and hefts his bag over his shoulder, heading out the door to confront his brother.


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the Hamlet-Horatio fic with the kettle that I said I would write

A scream from down the hallway blasted the Latin revision from Horatio’s mind. He stared at his dorm door, decided he would ignore the sound, and then a frantic hammering started on the other side.


He opened the door on Rozencrantz and Guildernstern, who looked terrified, but also drunk. He gave them A Look.

“Listen, Rozencrantz-“


“-Guildenstern. What the fuck’s happening?”

“We came in and we’re drunk, and the kettle- Roze wanted some- Hamlet’s dead!”

Horatio drummed his fingers on the doorframe. Hamlet was that posh bastard who bragged about not being able to boil an egg, and then took the piss out of Horatio for using instant coffee. Hadn’t even asked what his name was. It was obviously a wind-up.

“Not in the mood, guys. I’m really-”

“He’s dead!” Rozencrantz hissed. “Literally dead! And you’re- you’re the clever one!”

Horatio had a test on Monday. He glared at Rozencrantz. He grabbed his room key from the hook.


Hamlet was piled in a heap on the kitchen floor, motionless. Horatio went to him.

He laid Hamlet on his side, and as the lights flickered into life, his stomach dropped when he saw the guy’s face was bluish.

“Jesus shit. Have you called 999?”

Rozencrantz’ eyes widened.

“I told you he was fucking clever, Guilders!”

And he ran out. Horatio’s fingers scrabbled for Hamlet’s pulse. He grabbed a towel hanging off the oven door and rolled it up.

“Hamlet.” He said loudly, “Hamlet, if you can speak, Hamlet, speak to me. Or- or- or make some sort of sign.” He checked for breathing.

Guildernstern hopped from foot to foot behind him.

“Stop it, Guilders!” He hissed.

“Can I do something?” Guildernstern burst out, “I want to do something, mate?”

“Get a glass of water or something, and shut up, I need to concentrate.”

Horatio laid Hamlet on his back, put the rolled up towel under the back of his neck, and knelt at his side.

He took a breath, and clasped his hands on top of Hamlet’s chest.

Rozencrantz nearly bumped into Guildernstern when he came back with the phone.

“Yeah. Yeah.” He was saying into it. “No- we- our friend, yeah, he’s sober, and he’s doing the pumping chest whatsit. Seems to know what he’s doing? Usually does. We’re up at the uni-“

Hamlet inhaled loudly. Horatio nearly jumped out of his skin.


“Ffffffuck.” Hamlet coughed. “Fuck.”

“Hamlet, stay- stay with us. Stay.”

Horatio held out his hand, Guildernstern went over and passed him the water.

“Hamlet, if there’s anything I can do to make this easier, you need to let me know. Can you sit up? Can I help you sit up?”

Hamlet didn’t protest, so Horatio sat and supported him.

“Who’s there?” Hamlet mumbled into his chest.

“Friends. Roze, Guilders. Oh- I’m Horatio. We sort of haven’t met.”

“Horatio? What a stupid name.”

“Thank you, Hamlet.”

“Give me the cup.”

But he could barely move, and Horatio noticed burn marks on his hands. He glanced at the counter and noticed a pool of water, with a peeling cable in the middle of it, connected to the kettle. Didn’t need his grandfather to materialise in the sky to make sense of it.

He helped Hamlet drink. Both their breathings returned to more normal rates, and sirens wailed in the distance.

BONUS (for nerds):

“Er, sorry, is he alright now?”

Everyone glanced up at the new voice. Another student, in pyjamas, stood at the kitchen door.

“Yeah. Basically fine.” Horatio said. “Paramedics should be along in a bit.”

“That’s incredible.” The student said. “I mean, he was- he was definitely-“

“Yeah, mate, it’s ok. You can go back to bed now.” Horatio vaguely remembered this guy. Weird surname.

“Like- he was dead,” The unknown persisted. “-like dead. And you made him alive.”

“Listen, James-“

“John. John F-”

“John. I’m a bit stressed right now. It’s not magic. You can probably learn it yourself.”

“Right.” John said. “Out of books?”

“Can do.”

“Right.” John said. “Wicked.”


@percyhotspur @runecestershire @dark-haired-hamlet @bowieboosh @theacelombax @season-a-day-kind-of-fan @thestereotypebuster @her-madjesty @javagirl98 because you guys responded to the post i made about this

  • Pyrrha: Um, Jaune? Could you... Do me a favour?
  • Jaune: Sure Pyrrah, what's- *looks up from his scroll and pauses, eyes widening as Pyrrha stands in front of him with no shirt*
  • Pyrrha: *blushes* Would you... Help me remove my bra? I think I injured my shoulder sparring with Yang today, and it hurts to reach around my back.
  • Jaune: *mirrors Pyrrha's blush* You want me... Uh, want me to help you... Like, actually... Um...
  • Pyrrha: If it'll make you uncomfortable, I could go find Nora...
  • Jaune: No! *jumps up from his bed* Haha, it's no problem! I'd be glad to help!
  • Pyrrha: *smiles and turns around* Thank you, Jaune!
  • Jaune: Ok, let's see here... *fumbles around with the strap* Wait, no that's not right...
  • Pyrrha: Um, is everything okay?
  • Jaune: Oh yeah, absolutely! Just... Have to concentrate. *continues to not be able to undo the bra*
  • Pyrrha: Jaune, I'm sorry if this is too personal, but... Have you ever undone a bra before?
  • Jaune: What?!? Of course I have! More than I could count! I just... I need to... *freezes as the bra strap snaps in his fingers*
  • Pyrrha: ... What was that?
  • Jaune: Okay, I'm sorry, but MAYBE I've kinda, sorta... Never touched a bra in my life.
  • Pyrrha: Jaune... You're such a dork. *giggles and shakes her head, walking to the bathroom while holding her bra against her chest* You'll need to buy me a new bra now, but thank you anyways. I appreciate you trying.
  • Jaune: Uh... You're welcome?
  • Nora: *leaning against the now open dorm room door, shaking her head* Smooth as always, Arc.
  • Jaune: Why are you always here in time to watch me fail?
Astray -Part 2-

Your name: submit

His cheshire grin 

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“Jimin, I swear to god if you don’t get out in the next three- wait how the hell did you get in here?”

“Sheila gave it to me. She said it’s your spare keys.”

“You’re on first name basis with my landlord.”

“It’s not my fault, she likes the Chim.”

“Get out, you cocky little minion.”

“Well, that’s new. How long did it take you to make up that one?”


“You’re whining, how cute. Come on, we have orientation.”

“But I don’t wanna..”

“No wonder your mom won’t let you leave without me, you’re like a 5-year-old.”

“At least, I don’t look like I’m 6.”

“I may have a baby face but my body says otherwise.”

“Ok, slow your roll, Chim. We are not going there.”

“Yeah, we’re going to orientation.”

“Five more minutes, I need beauty sleep.”

“Sleep can’t fix that.”

“Yah!” You got up, chasing your rude best friend and jumping on his back.

“So, that’s what gets you up in the mornings. Good to know.”

“You better give me my spare keys, Jimin.”

“Knowing you, you’ll probably lose your keys and spare so no.”

“I don’t want to come home and you’re using my shower..”

“It was one time.”

“My razor had your hair in it.”

“Let it go.”

“Fine. But I’m going back to bed.”

“No, you’re not.” He walked you into the bathroom and shut the door with the two of you in there.



“Get out.”


“I have to get naked to use the shower.”

“I know how showers work, Y/N.”

“Let me rephrase, you’re not seeing me naked. Get out.”

“I’ve already seen a naked woman before, what makes you so special?”

“This woman is going to drop kick your ass into 3rd year if you don’t get out.”

“Feisty.” He rushed out the bathroom and you locked the door. You had no idea if he would ‘accidentally’ open the door while you were in the shower. What a little pervert.

You washed yourself and walked into your bedroom. You slipped on underwear and a simple outfit consisting of a black striped shirt, blue ripped jeans and brown timberlands. Jimin was sitting in your living room, scrolling through something and you flicked his head.

“You know, saying ‘I’m ready’ is just as effective.”

“But you look so cute in pain.”

“You’re a sadist.”

“But you love it.”

“You’re gross.”

“So are you.”

“That’s not what other girls say.”

“That’s because they don’t know you.” You grabbed your brown leather shoulder bag, filling it with your essentials and leaving the apartment with Jimin.


“Oh, how was your new roommate?”

“He’s interesting…”

“What is that supposed to mean…?”

“He’s really eccentric and has a ton of energy.”

“That’s better than what you were imagining.”

“I guess so.” You checked your phone, looking for the closest bus stop and finding one that actually goes to your university. Jimin led the way from the university, having actually live on campus and scoped it out yesterday.

“Here we are.” He opened the door and the room was full. There were so many people, huge varieties of cliques were easily spotted and you walked close by Jimin before a cute looking brown haired boy approach you both.


“Oh, so he calls you that too, huh?”

“Hey, Tae.”

“Are you going to introduce us?”

“I rather not.”

“Rude. I’m Y/N, Jimin’s friend.”

“My name’s Taehyung but you can call me Tae.” He beamed at you and you couldn’t help but smile along with him. You never met someone so happy that his happiness was radiating off into the whole room. It, in a strange way, made you happy as well.

The two of them began chatting, your focus shifting to the others in the large room. There were the usual cliques, popular girls, jocks, nerds, artists, theatre kids, AV kids, but it was when you saw him again. He almost floated in this room, not really having a side but could easily fit into any club if he wanted to.

A beanie covered his head, the red colour being the only thing on his body that wasn’t black. His cold demeanour almost made you shiver until he caught you staring. You looked away, embarrassed that you were caught and at the fact that you were staring in the first place.

He’s a jerk, Y/N. He was rude yesterday, don’t you remember?

“Oh, so it’s him.”


“You were just staring Mr. Tall and Mysterious, weren’t you?”


“He’s unobtainable, Y/N.”

“Well, he’s not an object. I know that much.”

“I mean he doesn’t talk much, no friends, he’s a lone wolf type of guy.”

“Has anyone tried to talk to him?”

“He just listens, won’t speak. Trust me, I’ve tried but he just walks away like I was just talking to myself.”

“Oh..” Your eyes flickered back to him, now seeing him lean against the wall of the room and staring to the left. He really was handsome; his pink lips were perfect with his pale skin. The jet-black hair was perfectly styled for his face and his figure was everything you could ask for.

But who was he?

Who is the mysterious boy whose name is a mystery in its self?

“Y/N, it’s starting.”

“As we begin our orientation ceremony, we would like Namjoon, the student with the highest mark in the entrance exam to say a few words.” You watched another tall man, his blonde hair making his stand out but in a good way. He was attractive, his plump lips looking so irresistible.

If all college boys look like this, Jimin might lock you in your apartment all four years.

“Y/N, stop with the heart eyes. Listen to what he has to say.”

“I’m listening..” He had an encouraging speech, talking about that first year is the year where we can experiment and try out everything we dreamt. You zoned out when the dean began speaking, looking for him but he was nowhere to be found.

You couldn’t go look for him, not wanting to give Jimin the idea that you liked him and hear his lecture again. The boy simply intrigued you; also, you wanted to make up for your little rambling yesterday.

“Do you two know what your major’s are?”

“Performing arts.”

“What about you, Y/N?”

“I haven’t decided yet, maybe fine arts.”

“Wait, you draw?”

“Sculpt, paint and a bit of photography.”

“You’re talented.”

“No, no, I’m just lucky.”

“When did you get so humble?”

“When was I not, Jiminie?” You kicked his leg while smiling at Tae and you heard a girl shrieking.

“What just happened?”

“Ew. It’s Namjoon.” You saw him surrounded by other freshmen girls, so he was that guy. The typical smart boy that get any girl he wants because he’s also hot. Your hot nerd, precisely.


“I’m going to get some fresh air.” They nodded, going back to their conversation. You got out, the fresh air making you feel less clustered. You decided to go through the courtyard, a garden full with a gorgeous array of colourful flowers. You stopped when you saw him sitting on the edge of the fountain, still holding onto the same sketchbook he had.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch or what?”

“I’m just…”

“Cat’s got your tongue, neighbour?”

“No, I-I. What are you working on?”

“Just a sketch.”

“Of what?”

“Do you really need to know?”

“I just thought we got off on the wrong foot and I wanted to make things-”

“You’re rambling again.” You closed your mouth and he got up, reminding you of how tall he was.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’ll see you around, neighbour.” You mumbled a goodbye before watching his retreating figure. It came to you late but you still don’t know his name.

“Wait, what’s your name?” You yelled out to him, hoping he would hear and he turned around as if he did but he only grinned at you.

Who was he?

Here’s part 2 ^w^

~Admin Blake

$1 story - G is for guro



I know this is super light. I’m sorry.



Blood, bruises, violence.

Jesus fucking Christ, what the fuck happened to you?!’

Mo Guan Shan sat on the edge of the tub.

He was covered in blood.

‘It’s not all mine.’

‘Yeah, I assumed that because you’re conscious right now.’

He Tian reached around him to start the water.

‘Alright, take your clothes off.’

The red haired boy shook his head.

‘Don’t be weird, I’m trying to help yo

‘I can’t lift my arms.’

He Tian sighed, searching the bathroom counter for scissors and gently cutting the filthy shirt off, careful not to jostle him.

‘Stand up.’

He slowly helped the other boy out of his pants and boxers, very proud of himself for not saying doing anything rude or shitty for several straight minutes.

He helped his friend into the tub, gently wiping away the blood and filth, exposing his pale skin, peppered with blossoming bruises.

He looked like he’d been hit by a fucking truck.

(He Tian would later learn it had been a baseball bat.)

The large welt on his side explained his shallow breathing and immobility.

He’d clearly broken a few ribs.

His lip was split.

His eye was swollen nearly shut.

The cut over his cheekbone might need stitches.

His knees and shins were scraped and bruised.

He Tian gently pulled pieces of gravel from his palms.

His knuckles were so swollen he could barely move his fingers.

He Tian let the filthy water drain, refilling the tub with clean, warm, water.

Mo Guan Shan shivered violently.

Deep breaths.

Be gentle.

Now is not the time.

He would get him cleaned up.


In bed.

Give him some water.

And some pain pills.

And an ice pack.

And then come go home and jerk off like a normal pervert.

He helped Mo Guan Shan out of the tub.

He was trying to stay quiet, not show how much pain he was in.

That was probably for the best.

He Tian dug through his dresser, finding a pair of loose pajama pants.

He bandaged the still bleeding wounds.

Wrapped his ribs tightly.

Helped him into bed.

Did the rest of the things he’d promised he would.

All he could think about was licking the blood from his lips.

Deepening his bruises.

Opening his wounds.

‘Will you stay?’

He Tian blinked at him, in shock.

‘I…don’t want to be alone.’

‘Yeah, of course.’

He settled in next to him on the bed, switching on the tv.

He tried very, very, hard not to look at him.

Not to adjust his painful erection.

‘You’re fucking sick, do you know that?’

Damn it.

‘Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, I’m just going to go to…’

‘You don’t need to.’


‘You can do it here.’

‘You do know why…’

‘The blood? The bruises? Me being in pain?’

He Tian looked away.

‘God, no wonder you like spending time with me.’

His voice was teasing.

‘Ok, I think this might be the painkillers talking.’

‘So what?’

‘So that would be a little creepy.’



They both laughed.

Mo Guan Shan winced and groaned quietly.

Deep breath.

‘You can kiss me.’ The red haired boy whispered, gently pulling the blanket off himself.

He Tian bit his lip, raking his eyes over the pale, damaged body.


‘Everywhere that hurts.’

i cant believe i did this im so sorry

Send the Pain Below - Part 3

Word Count: 2546

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, drug use, panic attacks, ptsd

A/N: I’m not sorry. 

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“Knock knock.” Jared smiled and walked into your room with Misha and Mark. You were sound asleep with your face completely buried in Jensen’s chest while he watched TV.

“Well it’s about fucking time.” Misha snarked, raising his eyebrows at the position you were in. “You finally get the balls to confess?”

“Confess what?” Jensen snapped.

“Nothing.” Misha smirked knowingly.

“Would you morons shut up?” Mark whispered. “You’re going to wake her.”

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