once you start the rest wants to follow~

Worth the Wait (M)

In which Hyungwon has been trying to get in your pants for a long time and admittedly, you’ve wanted the same

*gif not mine*

Word count: 3k

Anon: Hyungwon rough smut pls. Theres no reason just him being horny & needy & feel like having a rough sex hehe tq!! ♥️ 

(I kinda gave a reason but either way he’s horny, needy and lowkey angry so that results in rough sex??? hope it meets your expectations)

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

The whole group stops to help someone with a distress signal but while they were there, two people talk about how lance needs to stop being useless and stop flirting and he listens in but doesn't do anything. However, they start talking about hunk since he was suspicious of these people too and they say these things about hunk that makes Lance butt in and explode on them.

Yes protect Hunk! 

Sorry I changed the prompt slightly, instead of a distress signal the team is in an alliance meeting (Sorry!)

Lance flashed another smile at a girl who just walked into the room that he and the other paladins were in. They were all in an alliance meeting and everyone had to be present. 

Lance tapped his leg under his chair and started to braid Pidges hair. He couldn’t help it and he was bored beyond belief and he could tell so was everyone else. 

After Lance braided Pidge’s hair he noticed another bored looking girl sitting a few chairs beside him. Lance smiled and slowly slid over so he was next to the girl. 

The girl gave Lance a small smile and gave him a little wave. “Hello Blue Paladin.” 

Lance smiled at her. “Please the name’s Lance and you are? Or should I just call you hermosa?” 

The girl gave Lance a quiet giggle. “I do not know what that means but I like the word. My name is Gligli.” 

Lance smiled again, not even attempting the pronunciation. “Well you are very pretty, what is a girl like you doing in a place like this?” 

Gligli rolled her eyes and sighed “my mother demands I come to these meeting so I understand how alliances work. I rather be doing other things though.”

Lance laughed “same here. Saving the universe is fun and all but sometimes I just want to enjoy the planet not sit through meeting you know?” 

Gligli opened her mouth to respond but was caught of by someone clearing their throat. “Gligli you know better than to talk during these meetings.” 

Gligli lowered her head “I’m sorry mother.” 

Lance swallowed, of course the one girl I talk to is the chief’s daughter. Lance moved away from Gligli and joined his team. 

Lance hadn’t said anything the rest of the meeting and wanted to run when the Chief started to make her way over. She was followed by a shorter male who looked out of breath. 

Shiro thanked her once again for the alliance and she nodded and looked at everyone in front of her. She narrowed her eyes on Lance and made her voice loud and clear for all to hear. “I do hope you control your team, flirting is not a proper thing to do during a meeting. Especially one this important.” 

Lance wanted to hide under her gaze but simply coward back slightly. He knew he messed up, why did she have to bring attention to it. 

Of course she didn’t stop there. “You would think the right leg of Voltron would be mature and not flirting, especially with my daughter. The entire universe is at war and you choose now to try to get lucky?” She pointed one of her fingers directly at Lance. 

Lance lowered his gaze to the ground and prayed no one intervened. He did deserve this after all, he messed up. Lance was just happy that that the alliance was still formed.

Plus Lance was used to being scolded, being the oldest in his family he had to learn all the lessons the hard way. He was used to people pointed out what he did wrong. Lance could handle it, but he couldn’t handle what came next. 

“Yellow Paladin, don’t think I didn’t notice you sleeping half way through the meeting.” She turned her attention towards Hunk. 

Hunk looked at her in panic and turned to Shiro who gave him the ‘my hands are tied face.’ 

Hunk opened his mouth to apologize but the Chief held her hand up to silence him. “I don’t want excuses, if seems that the ‘defenders of the universe’ can’t even handle a simple alliance meeting.” The chief crossed her arms and stared down Hunk, “and falling asleep during a meeting, a very important meeting is n-” 

“OH MY GOD! WET GET IT! THIS MEETING IS SOOOOOO IMPORTANT! Well maybe if the meeting was a bit more entertaining than watching all of you talk through antenas people wouldn’t fall asleep.” Lance inhaled and stood between Hunk and the Chief straightening his back so he stood taller. 

“Lance stop.” Hunk reached to pull his best friend back. 

“No.” Lance shook Hunk off him and pointed at the Chief, hatred filling his eyes. “Listen you can you can yell at me all you want. You can stand there all day and tell me what I need to improve on and I won’t say anything. I know I messed up, I could’ve chosen to not talked to Gligli but I still did. However if you ever and I mean EVER say anything about one of my team member or friend then I have an issue.” 

The Chief looked like a fish out of water and opened her mouth to speak but Lance shut her up. 

“I was torn away from my family in order to fight in this war and sit in boring meetings like this one.“ Lance stopped for a second and wiped his eyes from the tears that formed whenever he thought about his family. “My team has become my family and I will protect and defend my family no matter what. So if you have a problem with that I suggest you end our alliance right now.”  

Lance crossed his arms and stared the Chief down who looked like she had just been slapped. Nobody said anything but after a few minutes the Chief mumbled an apology and walked away from the paladins. 

Lance sighed and turned towards his team, “sorry everyone I get protective over my family.” Lance started to walk towards the Blue Lion. 

Sorry this took me soooooo long! And for changing it slightly! 

I hope you like it!!!!!!

Thank you!!!!!

Also give it up for Lance defending his team! 

Ride Me | Ivar Cowboy AU

Words: 3000+

Pairing: Ivar/Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: Dirty talk, oral (male recieving), choking, dom/sub dynamics, vaginal sex

Author’s Note: Whew, you ready for this? Thank the Gods for Google Docs! There is some lingo in this, so if you have no idea what is going on, feel free to message me! Slightly based on real events from when I was an 18 year old rodeo bunny.  Enjoy!

Friday nights were always the same in Custer; stale whisky and too many of the same faces at Maggie’s Place. Of course, Maggie’s was the only bar in town so you kept coming back, but some change would be nice. You folded your arms across the wooden counter, munching on a few peanuts while you watched your old high-school friend, Jimmy, mix an experimental drink. He slid the concoction across to you, a grin on his boyish face.

Keep reading

Sleepy Confessions

Summary: While talking in your sleep, you admit something to Steve that takes him off guard (Modern AU). 

Word Count: 1,330

A/N: Here’s a fluffy Steve/Reader fic. Enjoy :)

Originally posted by blackiekhalifa

Rubbing your eyes, you stumbled into the living room as you took a seat on the couch, nuzzling against Steve as he watched a movie. During the past couple of days, you’ve been staying up late to study for exams and finish countless projects that were due on finals week. While you managed to survive through the craziness, you were severely sleep-deprived and relied on coffee to stay awake.

A smile played on Steve’s features while he gazed at you, his arm casually draped around your waist. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” You answered him with a yawn as he chuckled, trying to get you on your feet. “Come on, you need some rest.”

Keep reading

Road trip with Seventeen


• Not excited one bit but tries to look enthusiastic to make others feel better

• Scared of the fact that they have to go with a fucking van and most of his friends are unsupervised in the back 

• Illegally too, he’d like to add

• Is in the front with Mingyu and Jeonghan just to read the map  

• Feels like crashing the car would be a great alternative     


• Demands he gets to sit in the front because he’s one of the designated drivers 

• But doesn’t actually drive because “Mingyu is so much better anyways”    

• Likes to play a little game called how many times can I get Mingyu to turn the wrong way by shouting wrong directions over Seungcheol      

• Tells Mingyu to stop on every gas station to check if anyone in the back needs to pee 


• Was excited to go before he realised he’d have to be the oldest one in the back of the van

• Brought his guitar and is salty because the others are already listening to music so he can’t play

• Plays anyways

• Honestly this is not how he expected this trip to go       


• No one really knows what goes on inside his head

• He doesn’t know either

• But he enjoys doing anything as long as he’s with his friends

• Talks sometimes but no one knows what he’s saying

• Needs to pee on every gas station (Jeonghan: See, Mingyu? I fucking told you!) 


• ExITeD As FuCK

• Makes up songs and choreographies about everything he does

• “Throwing the bags in the back~ ay! Making room on the floor so we can sit shalalaa~” (Jihoon: Can you actually do something useful? Move!)

• Excited about everything from the car moving to the flashlight Wonwoo has on his phone because I don’t have one and that’s very useful (Jihoon: Yeah. Imagine being shoved on the back of a van one day and you don’t even have a flashlight)

• Runs out of things to be exited about within 10 minutes into the trip because there are no windows.


• Laughs at everything Soonyoung does but eventually moves on when he hears Jihoon complaining

• Brought a book and isn’t afraid to read it

• Would complain about others being noisy but that would be uncool and therefore very unlike him

• Eventually gives up on his book and joins the others in being noisy


• Excited that he gets to be in the back

• Quickly gets sick off it and starts sending Seungcheol texts begging to switch places

• “I can handle Jeonghan just please!”

• Doesn’t get his way so he finds a corner and chats with Jun the rest of the way      


• Designated driver and very annoyed about it

• Purposefully follows Jeonghan’s wrong directions because he’s petty and doesn’t want to do this

• “If I drink a shit ton the next time Jun needs to pee, can I stop?” (Jeonghan: No but we can let you stop the van once in a while if you need to throw up.)  

• Every time they have a break he spends it complaining to Minghao about how hard his life in the front is


• Is very excited™

• “Is this what it feels like to be kidnapped?”

• Excitedly sings along with Hansol’s loud hiphop music with Hansol and others who occasionally join their cool squad

• Takes out his phone to start a video shoot but ends up taking only one video before he gets distracted by text messages (Minghao: It still blows my mind how you have friends.)


• Excited but tryinna be cool about it

• Giggles when he steps into the van    

• Occasionally sings along with Hansol and Seokmin

• Does absolutely not give any fucks about Mingyu’s complaining on their lunch break

• And is a friend enough to tell him     


• “This is just like that one One Direction music video”

• Changes his mind once the van’s doors close though

• Sings

• Sings all the fucking time and over Hansol’s obnoxiously loud hiphop music

• Is embarrassed for like second when Seungcheol texts him to stop but get over it because I have just blessed your ears you’re welcome



• Isn’t even that excited just enjoying life like usual

• Music is life music is loud!

• Only turns it down when he gets a reminder text from Seungchol that what they’re doing is very much illegal

• “Dude, I swear I just heard a siren. Dude, this is like in the movies.”

• Somehow manages to get Joshua excited again   


• Is salty that him sitting in the front wasn’t even an option

• But gets over it quickly because the back is actually litty as f

• Laughs as loud as possible to let Jeonghan know that he’s missing out

• Gets tired quickly and falls asleep in Jun and Jihoon’s corner after Hansol turns his music down

Feel free to request more!

SW: 203 lbs
CW: 170 lbs
GW: 150 lbs
Started in late August (roughly have lost about 6 lbs a month)
I workout 6 days a week: 2 days of personal training, 2 days of HIIT (classes) and 2 days of working out on my own (a mix of weights and cardio)
I’m 5'6" (people always ask aha!)
I eat HCLF vegan 🌱

I truly did not start losing weight until I began to love my body no matter what. My whole life I have been overweight and only had ever wanted to lose weight from a negative place of hating my body. Self love has been the biggest factor in my weight loss.
Stop telling yourself that once you’re “skinny” you’ll go out and have fun and meet new people. Start living that life NOW and the rest will follow.
I have never been more proud of myself and every day is an exciting one, eating healthy foods and seeing what my body can do physically at the gym. It’s genuinely fun for me now! Stick it out, it takes a bit for you to get used to everything but you will and you will fall in love with it 💕

Fire Whiskey - Fred Weasley

Requested by anonymous.
Warnings: Drinking

“Well, at least we got the fire out,” you said, sitting down on the stoop outside of the burrow next to Fred. He smiled softly at you as you rubbed his back. “How’s-”

“Not much could be saved. Hermione’s working on fixing what she can.”

“I’m sorry.” He shrugged and looked at you.

“It’s not your fault. I did find this, though,” he said, pulling up a bottle of fire whiskey from behind the step. You smiled as he opened the bottle and took a swig. He handed it to you and you took a drink as well.

“What am I going to do at school this year without you?” you asked. Fred frowned at you as you leaned your head against his shoulder. This was your seventh year at Hogwarts, but Fred left last year. Your boyfriend was your best friend, and was often your support during school. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll send you a Howler at least once a week.” You giggled and shook your head.


“Definitely,” he said, kissing your forehead before taking another drink. You took the bottle back from his hand and took a drink, too. “Promise you’ll wreak havoc for George and I?”

“Promise.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss you. 

“Do you remember that time we blew up all the toilets in the girls’ lavatory on the third floor?”

“Too often, actually. I wasn’t a part of that. You and George did that on your own,” you said.

“I feel like you were there, though,” he said, taking another drink.

“I was. I was in the bathroom,” you said, pushing his shoulder a little as he laughed. 

“You were in there!?” he said, laughing hard. 

“It’s not funny. I still have a fear of bathrooms.” Fred laughed and you snatched the bottle out of his hand. 

“I’m sorry, I promise to never blow up any bathroom you may use.”

“Aww, and who said romance is dead.” He laughed and put his arm around you. You curled up into his arms and sighed, looking out onto the field that had hours before been scarier than it was now. 

“So, I was thinking, after school is over, maybe you’d like to, I don’t know, um-”

“Freddie?” He looked down at you and laughed nervously. You handed him the bottle and he took a big swig, seeming to calm his nerves.

“I was wondering if you’d like to maybe move in with me. Well, us.” You smiled at him and squeezed his knee. 

“Well, would you blow up bathrooms in our shared apartment?”

“No,” he said with a grin. “I promise there will be no bathroom explosions.”

“Hmm, that’s definitely tempting. Where would we live?” He smiled and pulled you closer into him. 

“The space above the joke shop.”

“Really?” you asked.

“Unless you wouldn’t want to live there.”

“No, I just didn’t know you could live up there.”

“Well, it’s kind of just an attic right now,” he said. “But it’s enormous, and with a lot of work, it’ll be gorgeous.”

“It sounds awesome,” you said. He let out a sigh and you looked up at him. “Were you worried I was going to say no?”

“I was a little worried, I’m not gonna lie.”

“Why?” you asked, taking a swig and then handing him the bottle. 

“Because not many people would want to live above a loud, sometimes annoying bright, joke shop.”

“But I like a loud, sometimes annoying bright boy,” you said, smiling up at him. He smiled and leaned in as you grabbed the collar of his shirt. “George, I meant.”

“I hate you,” he said, closing the gap to kiss you. “But I’m glad you’re moving in with us. Even if it is just to look at George’s handsome face.”

“Fred! Y/N!” Mrs. Weasley called from inside the house. You both looked back, nearly bumping noses, forgetting how close you were. He stood up, and stumbled a little bit, and then held out his hand for you. You stood up, too, and realized how drunk you were.

“That’s strong stuff.”

“Mhmm,” he said, frowning as he nodded. He opened the door and you walked in first. Fred followed and stopped you just before you walked into the kitchen. He grabbed your waist and pressed his body up against yours to whisper in our ear.

“Don’t let Mum know we’re drunk.”

“Okay,” you said, taking a deep breath before swinging the door open. 

“Oh, there you two are! Don’t frighten me like that. We only just got Harry and Ginny back! If you young lovers would realize that there are other things besides-”

“Mum!” Fred and Ginny whined at the same time. It was then that you realized that Harry and Ginny were in the kitchen as well. They didn’t look too happy about being called away either. 

“Alright, alright, I just wanted to make sure you were all safe. Go back to whatever you were doing. And be safe!” she said again, stressing the word a bit differently than before. You and Fred walked out first, closely followed by Ginny and Harry.

“What were you two doing?” she asked.

“Nothing. Right, Y/N?” he asked, nudging you. You stumbled forward and he grabbed onto you arm before pulling you closer to him, so you could keep each other steady.

“Right, nothing.”

“Ugh, you reek of booze,” Ginny said, scrunching up her nose and walking up the stairs. Harry smirked at you both as he followed the red head closely. Once they were out of sight, you and Fred started giggling, you falling into his chest. 

“Come on,” he said, taking your hand. “She’ll hear us.” He lead you back outside, sitting back down on the step. You laughed and sat down, too, immediately resting your head on his shoulder. He took another drink and you looked up at him.

“Oh, do you want some?” he asked.

“No. I feel floaty right now.”



“What does floaty mean?” he asked with a laugh.

“I don’t know,” you said, wiggling your arms to describe how you were feeling. Fred laughed and so did you, eventually. 

“I love you,” he said, kissing your forehead. You grinned and wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling him. 

“I love you, too. Are you as drunk as I feel?” you asked.

“I don’t know. Feel me,” he said, before snorting. You laughed too and squeezed him tighter.

“That’s not how it works. Also, your jokes are much better when you’re sober.”

“I’m sure,” he said, running his fingers through your hair. He pulled you closer if that was even possible, and leaned back against the step. The two of you looked out onto the field of tall grass surrounding the Burrow until it was dark and the mosquitoes started to bite at your ankles. Fred then took you up to his room, which he claimed was practice for next year, and the two of you snuggled all night, and nearly all the next day until your hangovers were gone. 

Mad: Part 1

“We’re all a little crazy on the inside. Some are just better at hiding it than others.”

Warning: Will contain smut, violence and tense situations in later chapters

Teaser  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7

Keep reading

Wrong Place Wrong Time (10)

Part 10 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭. (☠️- Harm towards characters and Strong language.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 3,137 

“He has a fever. I guess I kept him out for too long even though he was complaining he wanted to get back. I’m so sorry.” You swallowed hard kneeling down beside Yixing and avoiding Minseok’s eye contact. You decided to lie in favour of Yixing and you didn’t know why, you didn’t owe him anything, you didn’t even know him that well yet here you were, lying through your teeth even when you knew the consequences would be severe especially coming from Minseok.

“You asshole!” He screamed, “Who do you think you are, since when was a stupid little shopping trip more important than Yixing’s health. I’ll rip your throat open next time, so don’t count on being alive for much longer you stupid bastard. Now help me get him to his room.” You nodded quickly, stretching one of Yixing’s arms around your shoulder, whilst Minseok took the other.
He looked slim but his dead-weight was surprisingly heavy and you were struggling to keep up. You were relieved when you finally reached Yixing’s room dropping him onto his bed and pulling the sheets over him. Luckily he was wearing black so the blood that began to slowly seep through his clothes was hardly noticeable.

“I’ll look after him.” You said to Minseok hurriedly trying to get him out of the room, so you could take a look at Yixing’s torso.

“Damn right you will! You’re lucky you’re tending to him right now, or I would’ve killed you already. When he’s better I’m coming for you bitch!” There was rage in his eyes as he jabbed you in the chest with his index finger. You swallowed hard knowing that what he was saying was not an empty threat, it would take a miracle to keep you alive now. Giving you one last stab in the chest with his finger, he turned on his heel and left the room mumbling obscenities under his breath. You hurriedly rushed over to Yixing’s side throwing the bed sheets onto the floor and pulling his shirt up towards his chin. The bleeding had gotten worse, you had to do something and fast, but you didn’t know what you were doing.

“Okay breathe.” You said slowly to yourself, “You’ve watched crime scene and surgical dramas enough times, you’ve got this.” It was time to try and use your common sense, you rushed out of the room leaving the door slightly ajar. You ran to the bathroom to grab a towel and filled a small bowl under the sink with hot water, rushing back stealthily to Yixing’s room.
“Ahh antiseptic…” You reminded yourself but not knowing where you could find any of the medical solution, you still didn’t know where Baekhyun’s make-shift surgery was. You had to think of a substitute, and then it came to you, running out of the room you found yourself in the kitchen pulling a bottle of Vodka down from the wine rack.

“Alcohol? And at this time of the day? Really?” you spun around to see Jongin leaning against the fridge raising a brow at you.

“I’m umm… This house is making me depressed so I’m aiming to drown all of my sorrows.” You lied, tucking the bottle under your armpit and making your way to exit. Jongin shrugged his shoulder, not really bothered about what you had to say.

“Aren’t you forgetting a glass? Surely you’re not planning on drinking all of that?”

“That’s exactly what I plan on doing.” You hurried out of the kitchen and back down to Yixing’s room. He’s breathing was still shallow and he was a ghostly shade of white; he looked ethereal but in the most disturbing and sickening way, a way which made your skin crawl. Kneeling on the floor you set about disinfecting the wound with hot water and alcohol. Yixing was knocked out cold and couldn’t feel the burning sensation of the treatment, all for the better you concluded. When you were confident enough that you had disinfected him properly you ripped off the bottom of his bed sheets and tied it around his rib-cage tightly, so as to apply pressure to reduce further bleeding.

“Now I’ll have to stitch this up.” You whispered to yourself. Opening up the desk draws and frantically searching for a needle any type of thread you could get your hands on; anything would do even if it wasn’t strictly ‘surgical’. Suddenly you heard whistling approaching the room from outside. You quickly pulled Yixing’s top down, throwing the bed sheets back over his body. And threw the bottle of vodka and bowl of bloody water under the bed, the bowl spilling over under the mattress as you did.

“Oh for fucks sake, not again.” You whispered angrily, getting up off of your knees and straightening your back.

“Yixing are you o–. What are you doing here?” It was Junmyeon; he had what looked like a cup of tea in his right hand a bowl of soup in the other.

“Oh I um, I told Minseok I would look after him, since there’s nothing else to do here anyway, he’s got a fever so yeah…” You trailed off. Junmyeon nodded his head walking towards the desk and placing the tea and soup down.

“Well make sure he has these when he wakes and…” His eyes trailed down to your hands, frowning at you, “Why do you have blood on your hands, what happened?

You quickly hid your hands behind your back “Oh this…I umm… I –I had an accident.” Saying the first thing that came to your mind you edged away a bit, but Junmyeon stepped closer to you grabbing your hands in his.

“What do you mean you had an accident!?”

“I uh… It’s that time of the month.” You hung your head in embarrassment, but it’s the only logical excuse you could think of.

“Oh. Ergh.” Junmyeon said quickly dropping your hands and looking disgustedly at the remains of the blood on his hands. “You should go clean up Y/N…” he said awkwardly looking at everything in the room but you.

“Yeah I was just going to.” You said walking towards the door and him following behind you.

“I’ll umm…I’ll go and tell Chanyeol to buy you some … supplies.” He held his hands out limply in front of himself so as to not get any of the blood on his body.

“No! There’s no need, me and Yixing went today, we stayed out a bit too long, I guess that’s how the fever got worse, I’m sorry.”

“Do you cause trouble everywhere you go?”

“It wasn’t intentional. And no, I just seem to have bad luck in this place.” Junmyeon grunted at you as you both entered the bathroom, turning the taps with his elbows, he began to scrub away at the blood on his hands as if his life depended on it, it was quite a funny sight but you had to hold in your laughter. You then took a moment to wash your hands after he had finished. He cleared his throat looking directly at you as you both stepped outside of the room and stood at the door, you sensed a bit of worry in his expression.

“So… Yixing…how bad is this fever?” He bit his bottom lip nervously awaiting the news. You didn’t know how long it would take for this wound to heal and so you decided you had to make this fever seem much worse than Junmyeon thought it was.

“It’s quite bad actually” You lied “He’s knocked out cold, and I reckon he’ll be really weak for a while when he’s recovering but I don’t think it’s anything fatal, well I hope not.” Junmyeon let out a heavy sigh, shutting his eyes tightly and running his hand down his face.

“Not another one, I can’t keep losing my men. I can’t keep losing my brothers.”

“Losing? Look in all honesty I think Yixing will survive just give him some time that’s all.”

“Time is exactly what I don’t have!” He banged his fist against the wall, making you jump a little. “I shouldn’t even be talking to you about this shit.” He mumbled to himself in frustration. You shrugged your shoulders.

“Well I don’t see why not. You need to get some things off of your chest right? Besides it’s not like I can run away with the information, you guys have made it very clear that you’ll just kill me if I try, so I might as well serve some purpose.” He nodded a little, taken aback by your answer but it didn’t disappoint him either. “Look Yixing will be in a lot of pain when he wakes up; I was wondering if you had any painkillers or something?”

“Why would he be in pain?”

“Oh uh… you know a migraine or symptoms as such. It would just be much more comfortable for him to feel as though he’s knocked when he’s actually awake.” You mentally scolded yourself for nearly giving away the truth.

“Oh right. There’ll be some in the Op room, follow me.” Realising he was taking you to where Baekhyun worked his magic, you made sure you stayed close behind. He took you to a dark corner of the house behind the board room that you hadn’t noticed before. “Be careful, it’s dark.” He said bending over and pulling aside a rug, which gave way to a hidden door built into the floor, lifting it up, Junmyeon slowly started to descend the metal spiralling stair case, you following closely behind, he was right it was dark. There was only one light leading the way, but it wasn’t doing much good.
“Here.” He said tapping on a metal door in front of the both of you. “I’m sure you know what happens in here so I don’t need to explain. I don’t know exactly what you want, but once you find it get out straight away and don’t make noise. Jongdae needs to rest in peace.” Your eyes widened.

“Wait. Is Jongdae in there?” He nodded. “How…how is he?” You weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer, but as you’d been reminded twice already in the short time that you had been here. Curiosity killed the cat.

“Pfft.” He scoffed “Alive. Though he may as well be dead with the condition he’s in.” Junmyeon turned on his heel and disappeared back up the stairs. You let out a small breath of relief, as that meant you didn’t have to prepare yourself to see a dead body lying in state, you thought that he had meant that Jongdae was dead when he said he needed to rest in peace, you didn’t know he meant it literally. But you had just assumed Jongdae had died anyway, especially with the amount of blood that had coated Kyungsoo’s hands the night before. Slowly and carefully you opened the heavy door stepping inside the room and shutting it behind you trying not to make a noise. This room was much brighter than the space outside. Big white lights hung from the ceiling shining on all the instruments in the room, how had they managed to sneak all of this medical equipment into this place? You thought to yourself. It smelt heavily of antiseptic in here and it brought you back to the time when you had had your tonsils removed. You looked over to your side and saw Jongdae laying on bed, as pale as Yixing, but his breathing was more defined, it seemed as though he was recovering well. You crept over quietly to the shelves and draws on the left side of the room looking for some disinfectant.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh shit!” You screamed almost knocking over a tray of scalpels and scissors next to you. You spun around to see Jongdae staring at you and it was probably one of the scariest things you had seen, it was as though a corpse was staring into your face, he looked dead and his eyes were bloodshot red.
“You scared me!” You held your hand against your chest; your heart was beating wildly against your breast bone. “I thought you were asleep.”

“You thought wrong. You and Junmyeon woke me up. What are you doing?” He asked again in a lower tone this time.

“Oh… I just needed antiseptic for the uhh… cut on my neck”, you pointed at the faded scar that Minseok had left behind. Jongdae frowned at you, blinking slowly it was evident that he was still extremely weak.

“Why would you need antiseptic for that, it’s basically healed?”

“I like to take extra precautions.” You answered hurriedly trying to get him off your back.
He turned his neck painfully slowly to look at the bed beside him, his eyes widening in shock.
“Where is Yixing?” he asked

“What? What are you talking about?” You stopped looking for the disinfectant for a moment and stood still, turning around to look at Jongdae again.

“Yixing. He should be here, where is he?” There was slight confusion and panic in his voice, he turned his head back again to look at you waiting for your reply.

“I don’t understand what you’re asking me. Why would Yixing be here? You’re the only one that’s been here the whole time.”

“No he should be here! He was attacked too, I saw him, and he got wounded. What happened? Don’t tell me he didn’t make it.” His voice fell flat and began to falter. “I didn’t know it was that serious…”
Here comes another lie, you thought to yourself.

“Yixing is fine, he’s in his room listening to music, I think you made a mistake.”

“No! I know what I’m talking about! He went down first then I went down after, I saw it!”

Just then the door opened. It was Baekhyun in a black tracksuit, drinking some water from a bottle. He almost spat the water out when he saw Jongdae’s eyes open.
“Jongdae! You’re awake!” he cried, rushing over to him and planting a kiss on his forehead.

“Oh for fuck sake Baekhyun stop that.” Jongdae rolled his eyes, but you could tell that he was happy to see Baekhyun there.

“I didn’t think you’d make it man, none of us did. I should probably go and tell the others that you’re awake. I—” He spun round in excitement just noticing you. “Wait what are you doing down here?” He frowned, then looked down at his feet, avoiding your eye contact.

“Oh I, I just came to get some painkillers, it’s that time of the month. Junmyeon brought me down here.” You decided that going that route was best, since it made the boys feel awkward and they stopped asking questions.
Jongdae frowned at you.

“But you just told me that –”

“I’m sorry about what happened Baekhyun I didn’t mean to fall asleep in your room and see…you know.” You cut Jongdae off before he could finish his sentence.

“We don’t need to talk about that don’t worry.” He shuffled on his feet uncomfortably still not looking at you. Jongdae frowned in confusion.

“Baekhyun, where is Yixing, did you treat him already?” Jongdae asked

“What? What are you talking about, treat him? I heard he had a fever but I didn’t treat him, I think he’s just asleep”

“Fever?” Jongdae said confused looking at you. “But you said –”

“That’s what I tried telling him Baekhyun, but he wouldn’t listen, honestly I think he’s still heavily under the influence of anaesthetic.” You laughed nervously, cutting off Jongdae again.

“No.”Jongdae pouted “No I know what I saw, Yixing he was wounded, I saw it he should’ve been treated where is he, why isn’t he in here!?” Baekhyun glanced over at you confused and you pulled a face back at him.

“Y/N’s right, I think that anaesthetic is still in your system, get some rest Jongdae I’ll come check up on you later.”With that Baekhyun opened the heavy metal door and ascended up the stairs to the main part of the house.

“Why did you cut me off like that and why are you telling me and Baek two different things? What do you know Y/N and what the heck are you doing down here?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Grabbing the anaesthetic from the shelf and needle and some thread that you had spotted, you began to walk towards the metal door.

“I swear, if you don’t tell me what you know, I’ll get Minseok to twist a knife in your throat, and you know he’ll do it, so don’t you dare take another step closer to that door. Just because I can’t stand up it does not mean that I still don’t have power over you.” He let out a little whimper of pain; he was putting too much strain on his body.
You walked back up to Jongdae pushing your fingers hard down on his throat to slightly constrict his breathing, you don’t know what came over you but suddenly you felt a wave of power and control.

“Listen ‘Chen’ whatever it is that I am keeping from you I’m doing it for a reason, so leave me the fuck alone I’m tired of you pricks all bossing me around and speaking down to me however you feel fit.” He struggled to breathe his eyes popping out at you, desperate for some air. You removed your fingers from his windpipe and pulled down the sheets covering his body. You pulled up his hospital gown revealing a gunshot wound to his abdomen. It was raw and fresh and you knew it was extremely painful. You put the things you were holding down on the bed beside you, covered Jongdae’s mouth with one hand and pressed your fingers onto the wound with another. Jongdae screamed out in pain, but the cry for help was lost between your fingers, besides you were so far below the others you doubted that they’d be able to hear him.
“I know you have power over me Jongdae I’m not an idiot, I haven’t forgotten. But right now I have power over you.” You smirked coldly down at him. “I could cut your stitches you know, have you bleed to death all over again without the others knowing. How does it feel Jongdae? Being powerless, being told that you could be killed any second. Horrible feeling isn’t it? I can relate. You pricks do it to me all the time. So back off and leave me alone.” You removed your hands away from Jongdae’s wounds and mouth, causing him to take a sharp intake of breath, retrieving the items from the bed. You walked towards the door opening it.

“Oh, and one more thing Jongdae. I’m not a whore.”

Undeserving part 2 (Auston Matthews

Song: Don’t be a fool - Shawn Mendes “Give it some air!” Matthew instructed you pointing upwards. You followed his instructions and threw the grape up higher in the air. Matthew adjusted before catching it in his mouth.

You both broke out in cheers. You laughed even louder as he picked you up and spun you around.

“Tkachuk, put my girl down.” The demand came from Auston who was finally ready. He said he wanted to take you out for dinner, but somehow Matthew ended up being invited as well.

“From what she tells me she’s not your girl.” Matthew taunted keeping his arms around your waist.

“No.” You unlatched his arms. “I said it was complicated.” You picked up Auston’s hand.

“I’m simple.” Matthew continued picking up his wallet that he took out when you started your game.

“I only date guys from Arizona.” You shrugged and followed Auston outside Matthew not far behind.

“Wow so do I.” You and Auston both laughed. “So are you going to pay for my dinner too Auston?”

The dinner was nice and you enjoyed yourself more than you thought you would. You and Matthew exchanged Auston stories thoroughly embarrassing him.

Matt joined you guys again as you layed together in Auston’s room and he sat at the end of the bed.

“(y/n), you have to come.”

You layed your head on Auston’s chest. “Sure if we’re still a thing in a year.”

“Who cares forget about him.” Matthew’s been ropping you into going to his family’s house for a weekend in the summer. “Still you come.”

“She’s not staying at your house without me.”

“Why, you afraid i’ll take her?”

“No. I’m afraid you’ll harass her.”

You laughed and put your phone down on the bed to finalize this. “Matt, if Auston and I are still talking by next summer will come, if not i’ll bring a friend.”

“Deal!” Matthew jumped up from the bed. “I’m going to bed before you can change your mind. Goodnight.”

“Night!” You and Auston both shouted back as the door closed.

“I should also be going, you have a big day tomorrow.” You sat up and pulled your charger from the wall.

Auston wanted you to stay “I sleep better when you’re with me.”

“I’m sure, but I don’t want your mom after me.”

“He huffed before responding “she loves you.”

“That doesn’t mean she’d accept finding me in your bed tomorrow morning.” You moved off the bed and gathered your to go box from the restaurant.

“At least pretend like it’s hard for you to leave.” Auston put on his pouty face which you laughed at.

“It is, but this food makes the blow a little more easier.” You leaned down and kissed his forehead then his lips. “See you tomorrow. Sleep well.”

“Sure thing, doc.” Auston’s been calling you doctor since you told him you were going to Arizona State to major in sports medicine.

“Shut up.”




Your hand flew towards your phone shutting off your alarm. You rubbed your eyes trying to adjust to the morning light streaming into the hotel room.

You pulled your phone from the charger and began going through your notifications starting with your mom who told you to wish Auston good luck from her, Ben, and Steven. You texted her back and moved onto snapchat. You snapped both Cassidy and Malia. After you took some more time to social media you decided to see if Auston was awake.

You slipped out of your shared bed with breyana and carefully tip toed around Alex’s to the door not before grabbing the key card Auston had sneakily slipped into your hand the night before on the elevator.

“So you can visit me.” He whispered into your ear as you stood outside of his door waiting for Breyana and Alex to get yours open.

“And what would your mother think if she knew.”

“Guess you have to get good at sneaking and lying.” Auston winked as he closed his door leaving you smiling and letting out a breath.

You didn’t think you’d actually put the key card to use, but here you were outside of his door the key in the lock waiting for the green light and the click. When it came you pushed open the heavy door and closed it as softly as you could behind you.

Auston was laying in the middle of the bed on his stomach. The covers were pulled down to his waist so his bare back was exposed. You tiptoed to the bed and positioned yourself so you were straddling his waist.

“Good morning.” You whispered admiring his peaceful face. His hair fell across his forehead and various small moles peppered his back.

The groan he let out had your heart jumping and your core tightening. “Morning.” His voice alone could set you over the edge. “I would get up easier if it was like this every morning.”

“I decided to put the key to use.” You confessed moving from on top of him. Auston shifted so he was sitting up back against the headboard.

“I appreciate that.” He wiped his eyes and ran his hand through his hair. Between the voice, the no shirt, and that damn gold chain around his neck Auston looked like a piece of art work.

“It’s draft day!” You cheered as he pulled you into his chest keeping his arm around you.

“I’m not ready.”

“Yes you are.” You placed your left hand on his chest and kept the other under you. “You’ve been ready for a while.”

“Yeah hockey wise I’m ready.” He agreed playing with your hair. “But I’m not ready to leave you.”

No one knew what would happen for sure, but it was pretty clear Auston would be one of the top people if not the first pick. The first would send him to toronto a place you weren’t ready for him to be sent.

Before the lottery you and Auston sat outside and he guessed places he could go and if you’d visit him.







“It gets cold there.” He warned knowing the one of the main reasons you loved Arizona so much was because of the weather.

“You’d be worth the cold.”

“How far’s too far?” Auston couldn’t bring himself too say he wanted to be somewhere you’d visit and often.

“Not in this country.” You had simply responded thinking out of all the teams it was a slim possibility, but of course you set it up and the stupid Toronto Maple Leafs had to get first pick.

“I’ll be in Arizona when you get back.” You assured running his chain through your fingers.

“But I’ll only be back summers and holidays.”

“I guess I’ll have to come visit you.”

Auston’s hand rested on your lower back playing with the fabric of the bottom of your shirt. “(Y/n) plus Toronto weather, I’d love to see that.”

“You’ll have to buy me a heavy winter coat when you start making lots of money.”

“That’ll be the first thing I buy.”

You both laughed knowing it was silly, but you would seriously need a coat if you went to Toronto.

“(Y/n)” Auston’s voice was soft as he shattered the silence that fell across the room.

You hummed a response.

“I’m sorry.” Auston repeated the words he had been saying to you for the past couple of months. Your relationship’s gotten to the point where both of you realize you won’t be together, but you also can’t seem to separate from one another.

“Auston.” You copied.

He copied you and hummed a response.

“Shut up.” You sat you from your comfortable position so you could look him in the eyes “This day is about you so no apologizing.”

“Yes ma'am.” He saluted you making you roll your eyes and hit his chest.

You took the opportunity to get up from the bed and walk over to the window and look out at the city below you. It still didn’t fully hit you that by tonight Auston’s future would be sealed and that future may not include you.

“What’s wrong?” You didn’t turn around, but you knew Auston’s face would be scrunched up with concern.

“Nothing.” You turned around and flashed him a bright smile. “I’m going to head back, though, before anyone notices.”

“Hey!” Auston’s voice stopped you in your tracks toward the door. “You forgot the room key.” He was holding the small piece of plastic out.

You sheepishly smiled and walked back towards him. “And this.” You had no time to question before you were pulled down onto the bed Auston pressing kisses all against your face and neck.

“Okay, okay.” You laughed to stop the attack.

“Thank you.” Auston was completely serious and that hit your heart hard.

“Your welcome.” You softly said back. He kissed you again before you stood and he slapped your butt.

“Hands off Matthews, only my boyfriend gets to do that.” You warned your hand latched on the door handle.

“Hmm looks like i’ll have to make you my girlfriend soon then.”

“Looks like it.” You agreed sending him a wicked smile before closing the door behind you.

You quickly slipped back into your room as quietly as possible, but it was no use because the sisters were already up.

“I don’t even want to know what you were doing with my brother.” Alex is the first to greet you as she made the bed.

“Just talked.” You assured her laying down on your shared bed Breyana no longer in it.

“yeah sure that’s what you said last time.“ Alex gave you a look causing you to remember the moment you pushed away.

“We were just talking.” A look from Alex. “In the basement with the door closed.” You elaborated. Another look. “Under the covers.” The last look could make an innocent man confess. “With our clothes off.”

“And i’ve been scarred ever since.” She threw both pillows back on the bed.

“We didn’t think you’d notice.”

“Oh yeah I didn’t notice my 18 year old little brother and his almost girlfriend having sex in my basement.” You couldn’t help but laugh which earned a pillow thrown at you.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to everyone who’s sat on that couch since.” You laughed aloud again, but ignored any further comments made as you started to get ready.

The day consisted of a lot of media for Auston and sight seeing for the rest of the family. You held onto his hand tight as you were lead into the building and to your seats. You sat on the end followed by Breyana, Alex, Ema, Auston, and Brian. The 20 minutes or so you had to wait seemed like 20 hours, but once the draft got underway you were wishing you had more time.

As the time for the Leafs to pick ticked away you felt more anxious you wanted to touch Auston. Any type of contact with him always calmed you. He must’ve thought the same thing because when you looked at him his eyes were already on you. He nodded his head back and you looked to see his arm oustretched across the back of his sisters seats. You stretched your own arm so your hand was holding onto his.

“Watch the arms love birds.” Alex warned. Breyana gently hit her on the ark whispering something I’m her ear. They both smiled and quieted down allowing you and Auston to have your moment.

“The Toronto Maple Leafs would like to select with their first pick, Auston Matthews from men’s Switzerland league.” The air rushed out of your body and you felt a mix of emotions.

Auston released your hand and stood hugging both of his parents. Breyana kicked you on the leg to bring you put of your daze and to stand as well. Auston hugged both of his sisters. Your turn he pulled you into his chest.

“Congratulations.” You smiled.

“Thank you, for everything.” The words were genuine. They held a lot more weight than anyone would know. You watched as he jogged down the steps and to the stage. He pulled the jersey over his head and placed the hat pm his head. You hated to admit that he looked good in the jersey and the colors that were on it.

You all stayed back watching the draft to continue to you were sure you were allowed to go find Auston. You walked down many hallways Breyana and Alex on either side of you.

Auston was standing at the end of one the halls waiting to greet you all again.

“I’m so proud of you.” Ema pulled her son into a hug trying to keep her tears at bay.

“Thank you, mom.”

“We have a room where everyones waiting to see you.” Brian patted Auston on the back.

“They have food in there too!” Breyana’s comment made everyone laugh. The last time you ate was during lunch.

“Well then we have to go.” Auston smiled down at his little sister letting her lead the way. You both stayed to the back of the group. Auston held you close as you walked.

“You look good in that dress.” Auston’s comment made you look down at the Rose gold dress you wore.

“It’s the one you got me.”

“For your birthday?” He questioned.


“I did good.” You blushed as his eyes moved up and down your body.

“You did so good I might even let you take it off of me later.” You watched as his eyes moved from looking ahead to on you.

“Don’t tease me.” He warned “I’m not good at controlling myself around you.”

“Then don’t. There’s a bathroom at the end of this hall. I could always give you a preview of what might happen later tonight.” You were taken by surprise when Auston pulled you around the corner you’d just passed and pushed you against the wall of a vacant hall.

“How do you do this to me?” His voice was husky as he whispered the words

You whispered back “Do what?” Auston didn’t respond, but rather took your hand and placed it on the hard you caused.

You blushed as he spoke his next words “you said one sentence to me.”

“You think that’s bad imagine all you do to me.” You looked up at him “You don’t even have to speak.”

Auston wasted no time replying “Is the bathroom still an option?”

“For the first NHL draft pick.” You slid from between him and the wall. “Of course.”

You and Auston walked into the room filled with his family and friends. You were welcomed with loud congratulations.

“Where’d you go?” Ema’s sweet voice was filled with concern for your brief absence.

“(Y/n) wanted to take a picture and of course the only exceptable place was outside under the lights.” Auston lied without practice or much thought.

“That’s sweet.” Ema commented. “She’s sweet.” Ema turned to the women next to her. Auston whispered into your ear that he was going to talk to his uncles.

“Girlfriend?” She asked.

“No uh good friend.” You responded. You had met Auston’s whole family at a get together in the summer. So you assumed this unfamiliar face wasn’t family.

“This is Racheal, she works for the Leafs.” Ema introduced.

“Hi, I’m (y/n), Auston’s-”

“Good friend.” She finished for you. Ema sent her a look and the two women had a silent conversation.

“I’m going to go find Auston.” You interrupted turning on your heel.

When you tracked the man of the hour down you stayed by his side greeting the family members you’d met before.

After a while you drew yourself from Auston’s side and sunk back into the wall. This was his moment and you were happy enough to simply watch everyone in the room. congratulations crossed their lips along with a tight hug or a pat on the back.

His suit looked good on him, fit perfectly due to the altering session he dragged you to with him. The gold rolex watch you got him for Christmas was firmly in place on his wrist. You worked hard everyday at the pool in the summer and at Target during the fall and even then it hurt to take that much money out of your account. He was worth it though, and the brilliant bright smile that overtook his face when he opened the gift was worth it. That smile was similar to the one he wore now.

His beautiful smile made your heart happy and the way that little part of his hair constantly fell onto his face. You couldn’t remove your eyes as his hand raked it back.
It was perfect.
He was perfect.
This day was perfect.
But you were not.

You didn’t let the way he held onto his mother so tight it looked like she might break go or the fact that when he looked at his sisters you could see the desire of approval. And that damn gold chain.

Before you could process what was happening your legs were carrying you out of the room and into another deserted hall. You leaned against the wall your hand pressed against your stomach as you reminded yourself to breath. But no amount of self coaching could stop the tears that were falling. The reality of the situation was all too real and too present right now. The boy you spent the last almost two years loving wouldn’t be yours. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

Your self pity moment was ended as someone else joined you in the hall.

“(Y/n)?” Auston’s voice was full of concern.

“I’m fine.” You hated your voice for giving you away.

“Are you crying?” He was by your side instantly.

You shook your head not putting your trust in your voice again.

“Baby.” That word made your shoulders shake even more and bite down hard on your tongue.

“Auston I’m fine I’m just tired.” What a lie.

“No you’re not.” He held his stance. “You were fine five minutes ago, but you’re not fine now.”

You don’t respond but take a seat on the floor. Auston followed your actions. You sit side by side in silence for who knows how long.

“You’re going to Toronto.”

“I am.”

“I don’t want you to go.” You confess your thoughts.

“I don’t want to go.” He confesses as well.

“I want you to be happy.”

“You make me happy.”

“But I can’t make you happy if I’m in Arizona and you’re in Toronto.”

You weren’t going to be together you both knew that, but neither could truly voice it.

“You came to all of my hockey games, you made sure I passed AP bio, you missed your senior homecoming, you flew to Switzerland, you stayed with me at the hospital.” Auston went off listing not giving you any opportunity to cut in. “You loved me.”

A brief moment of silence followed “I don’t deserve you.”

“Love, not loved.” You corrected.

“Love.” Auston repeats. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Auston Matthews I don’t think you know how blessed I am to have you in my life. Whether that’s as my boyfriend or my best friend. I hate to break it to ya kid I don’t deserve you.”

Auston laughed loud and pulled you into his side. “You made this day great.”

“It’s not over yet!” You proclaimed pushing yourself to your feet and bringing Auston up with you. “You have a party to get back to.”

“Well I can’t do it without you.” He held out his hand for you to take.

You did dreading the moment you’d have to let go.

Secret Kisses.

Requested from set #1

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

30: “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

22: “Me and the boys will handle this.”

24: “Your cute when you’re all worried.”


You hadn’t meant to, but you  had gained a crush on a certain super soldier. He was always so nice and caring. You could ask for the simplest of favors and he would say yes eagerly. You had become the Avengers mission consultant, and would sometimes help patch them up, and on occasion would go on missions after all you were a SHIELD agent before joining the Avengers team.

“Goodmorning Y/n.” Steve says walking into the kitchen, you smile and nod at him. “Did you sleep well last night?” he asks opening up the fridge to grab an apple.

“Yes I did actually. How about you?” you ask taking a sip of your coffee.
“It was alright. I had to stay up to finish my mission report last night so I didn’t get much sleep.” Steve says taking a bite of his apple.

“Well, you should take it easy today than.” Wanda gave you a skeptical look you kicked her from across the table, “we wouldn’t want captain America getting sick or anything.”

“Thanks Y/n but Sam and Bucky are in the training room and it’s probably not the best idea to leave them alone for too long.” Steve says chuckling a little, before walking out.

“What was that for?” you ask Wanda who just rolled her eyes.

“When are you going to tell him you like him?” she asks taking a bite of her toast, Wanda had known about your crush on Steve since day one, and she’s been trying to push you to get together with him.

“Look, I like the speed everything is going at.” you defend.

“Ya by the time you’re 50 you two should finally be having your first kiss.” Natasha teases walking into the kitchen herself.

“Ew which means that Steve will be like what 150 years old.” Wanda says scrunching her nose.

“Shut up you two. If anything is going to happen between me and Steve we’ll be the ones making it happen, not because you two want it to happen.” You say scowling at the two girls who seemed  to be teaming up against you.

14 hours later.

It was now 11PM and you were still up trying to fix out all of the paper work and mission reports to send to headquarters. You were running solely on coffee and energy bars. Which was not a good mix. So once you shut your laptop you curled up on the couch and closed your eyes, quickly falling asleep.

Steve’s POV:

Bucky had woken up screaming again and didn’t want to go back to bed, so I suggested a movie. So while Bucky went to pick out the movie I went to supply us with snacks.

“Um Steve?!” I quickly ran out to Bucky to see what was happening. He pointed to the couch where I saw Y/n asleep, she had all the paperwork and mission reports surrounding her and her laptop on the floor next to her. “Should we wake her up?” Bucky asks.

“No, I’ll take her to her bed.” I say going over to her and scooping her up bridal style. Her head fell onto my shoulder and one of her hands fell onto my chest, I carefully started walking towards her bedroom, trying not to wake her up. She looked so peaceful.

Y/n POV:

You felt yourself being lifted up but you were too tired to even want to open your eyes, it wasn’t until you heard a low soft voice whisper goodnight into your ear that you faintly opened your eyes but you quickly closed them again and felt a soft kiss being placed on your forehead. You quickly fell asleep again.

The next morning you only faintly remember being moved from the couch to your bed, but you had no clue how you had gotten there. It seemed like it was magic.

“Goodmorning.” you say happily entering the kitchen to find everybody else already up. Steve looked up and said good morning before returning eating his waffles. “Hey does anybody know how I got to my bed?” you ask getting a cup down for coffee.

“Yeah Steve carried you to your bed.” you heard Bucky say and than you froze. But quickly continued what you were doing.

Steve’s POV:

“Yeah Steve carried you to your bed.” Bucky said smirking a little as everybody turned to look at Steve. Y/n didn’t seem to think anything of it though.

“I didn’t want to have to wake you up.” I say giving Bucky a glare. He just shrugged and continued eating.

“Well um_ thank you.” Y/n says smiling at me. I nod and avoid everybody’s eye contact. I could tell Sam was laughing and Natasha had one eyebrow raised at me. While Tony was probably just rolling his eyes.

“Well I’m going to go to training.” I say getting up and leaving as fast as I can. I had only been alone for 7 minutes before the rest of the team showed up.

“So when are you going to ask Y/n out or are you just going to make googly eyes at her until she kisses you?” Sam asks picking up a weight.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve says lifting his own weights.

“Oh come on Steve! It’s pretty obvious that you two like each other.” Bucky says while sparing Natasha.

“Ya come on old man just make a move already.” Natasha yells out. Steve shakes his head.

“I_ I don’t know how okay. I’m waiting for the right moment.” Steve says frustrated that his team was talking about his personal life.

“You’re never going to have the perfect moment you just make a move.” Sam points out and everybody agrees.

“Can we not talk about this please?” everybody nods “Thank you.” Steve says lifting his weights again.

“So do you think Y/n will have to make the move?” Tony asks, and Steve sighs while the rest of the team start to talk about it.

6 hours later.

“It’s just a small data extraction job, and to cause the least commotion we are only going to be sending Steve in. Do we understand?” Natasha says and everybody nods although you were annoyed. Couldn’t they send another person with him? He wasn’t going to be safe by himself and no offense to him but he sucked with computers.

“Hey I’ll be fine.” Steve says smiling at you, you hadn’t realized you were giving the expression of what you were thinking.

“I know. Just be careful.” you say and he nods before heading towards the jet to leave.

10 hours.

“Where is he?” you yell and everybody goes quiet.

Steve had gotten to the Hydra base perfectly fine but there were a lot more agents than what we had expected and he was all alone and his com had gotten blown out. Nobody knew what was happening and this was getting to you. Was he gone? Had you not gotten the chance to admit your feelings because you were too scared?

“Y/n he is alright.” Sam assures you nod but you didn’t believe him no you wouldn’t believe anybody not until you saw him walking in those doors. Not until you could run up to him and hug him not until you could look into his blue eyes. No you wouldn’t believe anyone. Not unless he was right in front of you. And as if the world was reading your mind the doors opened to reveal Steve, was bruised and beaten but he seemed mostly alright.

You ran up to him and hugged him Steve enveloping you into his arms also, but soon you pushed away and looked up at him.

“What happen? You didn’t contact us, I thought you were dead.” you scold while you felt tears threaten to spill over and out of your eyes.

“You’re cute when you’re all worried.” Steve says smiling at you, he than looked up at the rest of the team who had remained quiet during your guys’ moment. “But I didn’t get the data.” he says shaking his head.
“Hey just as long as you got here in one piece that’s what matters.” Wanda says.

“But we still need that data.” Tony shakes his head, “and now they know we want it so we need to act fast.”

4 hours later

“Okay so we’re taking Y/n on this mission, she will be the one gathering the data that SHIELD needs. So Captain, Bucky, and Sam will go in with her while the rest of us take out the guards on the outside.” Natasha explains and everybody nods.

“It should only take up to 3-8 minutes for the data to download. So you’ll need to be distracting them while taking them out.” you say while putting on the tactical gear. You started putting on one of the belts but it seemed to be too big, you huffed and frowned.

“Here let me help you.” Steve says walking over to you and grabbing the belt. He pulled the belt and it tightened making you take a step towards him. “Thanks.” you say smiling at him.

“Of course.” Steve says looking down at you,

“Hey lovebirds. We need to get onto the jet.” Sam says walking onto the jet himself, you felt your face heat up while you saw Steve’s face also go red.

You all ran onto the jet for the 7 hour flight that you were about to sit through. You spread yourself out across a bench, and close your eyes. You might as well get some sleep before this mission.

Steve’s POV:

Y/n had fallen asleep and it was time to jump out of the jet. “Here I’ll get her you guys go ahead.” I say while everybody started putting on the parachutes.

“Hey Y/n.” I kneel down to be on her level, getting close to her ear, “Y/n, hey doll wake up.” I lean down and softly kiss her forehead, before shaking her a little she slowly opens her eyes and smiles. “Hey, we need to get going.” I say smiling at her. She nods and gets up and walks over to get her parachute on.

“You know whenever you wake me up you don’t kiss me.” Bucky says putting his hand on my shoulder.

“Shut up Barnes.” I say shaking my head and smiling a little.

“I’m just saying. Maybe I want a good morning kiss.” Bucky jokes while the door opens.

“Just jump out of the plain.” I say while Bucky salutes me and jumps out Sam following him than the rest of the team.


Once everybody hit the ground the fighting started, and you had forgotten the adrenaline rush you got from being in the field it made you wonder why you ever left.

While you, Bucky, Steve, and Sam all made your way inside you had taken down a few guys but it was mainly the boys taking out the Hydra agents.

“Y/n once we get to the computer you start working we don’t want to be here for longer than we need to.” Steve says and you nod looking for the computer.

“I think it’s in here.” you say entering a very nasty smelling room. You felt yourself go into shock as you saw all the blood that covered the walls in this room.

“Hey are you_ Y/n come on let’s go.” Steve says grabbing and dragging you out of the room. You remembered why you left again. “Hey are you okay?” Steve asks while Bucky and Sam fought the agents away.

“Yeah I’m fine.” you lie Steve obviously seeing through it. “I think the computer is in the next room.” you say running towards it. Bingo, you quickly ran towards the computer and started hacking and plugged in the usb. That is until about 20 hydra agents entered.

The boys all got ready to fight and you quickly ran to their side.

“Me and the boys will handle this.” Steve says nodding, you looked between the hydra agents and Steve a couple times before returning to the computer.

It had taken 10 minutes for the data to download because they had added some extra encryptions to the file you needed, but finally you were on your way out. “I got the file we can go.” you confirm grabbing the usb drive. Steve ran up to you and grabbed your hand.

“Steve watch out!” Bucky yells but it was too late, a hydra agent had already shot but in an instant you pushed him out of the way taking the bullet yourself.

“Y/n!” Steve yells grabbing you before you could hit the ground. “Hey Y/n stay with me okay? Stay with me.”

You slowly faded into darkness though.

Steve’s POV:

I heard the echo of a gun fire and before I knew it I had hit the ground but it’s wasn’t because I had gotten hit no, I felt myself being pushed. I looked up to see the bullet enter Y/n. She quickly started falling so I got up and caught her.

“Hey Y/n stay with me okay? Stay with me.” her eyes closed though. “No! Y/n you have to stay with me okay.” Sam and Bucky quickly ran over to us.

“We need to get her to a hospital and fast.” Sam says while getting onto the com to inform the team to tell the medical base to be prepared for your arrival.

The entire flight to the medical station I didn’t leave her side. How could I?

15 hours later.

Y/n was still in her coma. Everybody had gone to get some food for me, but I couldn’t leave her side. “Y/n you have to make this do you understand? I_ I can’t lose you, not like this.” I say a tear running down my face. I slowly lift her hand to my lips and softly kiss it, before standing up and placing a kiss to the side of her mouth. I laid my forehead on hers.

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” I look up in shock. “You only kiss me when I’m sleeping, why?” she asks frowning a little.

“You’re alright! Thank god.” Steve says smiling.  

“You never answered my question.” Y/n says tiredly.

“Because, I’m an idiot. So Y/n now that you are awake. Can I give you a proper kiss?” Steve asks, you look up at him and smile and nod.

He slowly looked at your lips before closing his eyes while you close your eyes too. His lips crash onto yours starting out as a soft and innocent kiss but turning into more.

“Oh my god! It happen!” you hear wanda squeal so Steve turns around to see the entire team standing here.

“Gosh finally! I was sick of the googly eyes you two kept making.” Tony says sending you a wink.

You smiled, up at Steve whose face was now red as the rest of the team cheered you two on.

Tag List: 

Facts, not lies

Start the summer break and Sam is once again a liar!

I usually rest in my corner, I don’t read others blogs. Today, however, I was informed of the usual “conspiracies” of the summer.

The conspiracy of the day is that Sam has never returned to Scotland, but has stayed in Africa to make a Safari. As you know I don’t like to speculate, and I don’t want you to speculate on Sam’s private life, so now it will only give you the facts. Without comment about it


  • The cast finishes the Outlander shoots on June 16, in the evening they make the wrap party. On the morning of June 17, Sam makes a live chat from the gym. On June 18, Davie makes it clear that he will pick Sam at the airport. And Sam likes his tweet. That same morning Davie also meets with John Bell coming back from South Africa.


  • Matt Roberts, Maril Davis and Caitriona leave South Africa the next day, as reported by their instagram accounts, link –> x x x


  • Sam and Valbo are training together at Glasgow’s gym. Valbo publishes their workout on Instagram. Sam comments and adds that he will remain in Scotland briefly. Link –> x


  • As anticipated by Sam, he leaves Scotland. A fan meets him at the airport. (The fan was on holiday in Scotland, had recently visited Lallybroch, link–> x). Sam responds to her tweet and tells her it was a pleasure to meet her.

Now…Sam, Davie, Valbo and the fan, they’re all lying?? Think about it

Build It Better - Nolan Patrick

“you always build it better the second time around” 

for anon

inspiration: build it better by aron wright 

lowercase intended 

word count: 1693 

warnings: cursing 

a/n: rip. but also i’m back in my home country! I posted a masterlist and put the link in my bio/description or you can find it below this post!

Originally posted by dylanstrome

nolan knew he’d fucked up. he knew he shouldn’t have pushed you, and he knew he shouldn’t have said what he did.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

ooh ooh! ask box open! guys the new admin works are really exciting me cant wait to see what they have to really offer!! how about some omegaverse au with giotto, ricardo (if u don't do him xanxus?) and Alaude trying to keep themselves in check around this omega they are deeply in love with but some alpha tries to claim and THINGS GO DOWN I love you!


I love Ricardo so much, plz give me more of him :D

// Admin Chrome



You had been driving him crazy ever since you came into his life. Giotto saw you the first time when you were introduced to him as one of the new servants in the mansion. The way you were so meek and timid was what drew him in, but you’re intoxicating scent was what made him stay.

You were unmarked, yet your scent was different than the others. It attracted him as if by a magnet, and Giotto couldn’t go long without being around you. He had to see you at least once everyday, or Giotto couldn’t be satisfied.

It also came to Giotto’s attention that you were naturally erotic. The way your tongue would wet your lips whenever you were nervous, or how, whenever you did something exceptionally hard, the way your heavy breathing got Giotto turned on. It didn’t help that every time Giotto was in the room with you, there was some point when you bent over, allowing Giotto to envision him mounting you, claiming you as his.

It really got to point where Giotto thought you were doing it on purpose.

However, as much as Giotto wanted to touch and taint you, he kept himself at a distance. He knew that if he just threw himself at you, it would end horribly. Giotto didn’t want to be like those psycho alphas that forced their omegas into mating with them.

That’s why Giotto took his time seducing you. Giotto made sure that the two of you had some alone time, where Giotto and you would have deep discussions about life. It was one of those discussions that made Giotto fall even more in love with you, since it revealed that you were not only beautiful, but also intelligent. The longing glances and the small smiles that were thrown back and forth between the two of you was confirmation enough that you two were meant to be.

That didn’t mean everyone got the memo. Giotto had gotten out of a incredibly stressful meeting between a boss of a rivaling familgia and the Vongola. The boss wanted more guns from the Vongola, but Giotto was refusing to hand them over because he didn’t want the boss turning on him.

Giotto wanted to see you before he headed off to bed, since you always managed to make his day brighter. As he was walking down one of the halls, he got a whiff of your scent. It was strong and smelled sweet, as if you were going into heat. A weak cry of help got Giotto moving before he even thought about it.

Bursting open the nearest door, Giotto was greeted with the sight of the rival Boss with hands roaming around your body. Seeing red, Giotto let out an animalistic growl, and teared the man away from you. He didn’t even register snapping his neck.

You were now writhing against the wall, the top of your uniform ripped open and bra shredded. The smell of your heat overwhelmed Giotto, and he found himself kissing away the rivaling alpha’s scent. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Giotto’s knee found its way between your legs, and you stared to rub yourself against his slacks.

Pulling away, Giotto could barely hold himself back from claiming you right then and there.

“Giotto, please, I want you so bad.” You moaned, and Giotto felt his resistance crumbling at every syllable. “I want to become yours…”

It took Giotto by surprise when you suddenly started to pull at his slacks, trying to rip them off as you continued to roll your hips on his leg. Pulling himself together, Giotto grabbed your wrists, and pinned them against the wall.

“If I’m going to claim you, it’ going to be done my way.”


Ricardo didn’t believe in mating. Instead of finding his mate, Ricardo just paid for an omega to satisfy him during his rut. It was easy and it didn’t involve any kind of love at all.

That changed, however, when you came into Ricardo’s live.

You were hired as his one of his assistants for the Vongola finances (recommended by the Cavallone.)  When Ricardo was introduced to the team, all he could focus on was you, who was fidgeting and looking nervous around the powerful alpha.

Ricardo was hooked from that instant. He didn’t hide his attraction towards you, either. Once he found out that you were an unclaimed omega, Ricardo knew that he wanted to be the one who tainted and claimed you. Ricardo made sure that he did everything in his power to seduce you.

Whenever the two of you were alone, Ricardo would purposely let out more pheromones than usual, getting you stimulated. Ricardo could trace the sweat that you accumulated whenever you were with him, and he saw the way your started to fidget and that you were aroused.

Ricardo watched how your eyes followed every movement he made; crossing his legs, resting his head into his hand, drinking his red wine. Every time, you would suddenly snap out of your trance, and give a quick goodbye, before slamming the door shut. Ricardo knew exactly what you went off to do.

Although Ricardo was subtle about his attraction, that didn’t mean that he didn’t get a lecture about claiming omegas of a lower class. Ricardo was expected to mate with a high class omega, so their children would be pure breeds (or something like that). Ricardo rolled his eyes at the logic, but kept himself in check around you.

This, however, lead to the current events. You had started to bring a colleague with you when you reported to Ricardo, since it kept Ricardo from trying to seduce you. You were in the middle of relaying the number to him when all of a sudden you stiffened, and let out a small yelp.

Ricardo shifted in his chair, eyeing the other man. As you started to repeat yourself, you flinched again, and this time, Ricardo knew what was happening. The man barely saw Ricardo coming, before he suddenly yanked him away from you, and threw him against the wall. The impact was so intense that the picture frames on the wall fell, shattering on the floor, as well as a dent in the wall where the man was thrown.

“Don’t ever fucking touch whats mine, you scum.” The threatening words told the man to get lost, and in a blink of an eye, the man was scurrying from the room. You were stiff, and breathing heavily, obviously shocked at what had just occurred.

Stalking over to you, Ricardo came up from behind, and wrapped his arms around your waist. You felt yourself instantly relax, and you leaned in closer to Ricardo’s warmth. Smirking against your shoulder, Ricardo trailed his hands down from your waist, to your waistband.

Slipping his hand inside, Ricardo rubbed against your underwear, and you let out a moan, feeling yourself heating up. You were already so wet for him already, and that filled Ricardo’s ego. Feeling his dick starting to swell in his pants, Ricardo pressed in closer, letting you know that he was aroused as well.

Leaning in close to your ear, Ricardo growled,

“You should be crying knowing you belong to me now.”


You had been assigned to Alaude so you could help him around his office, and assist him when he had to deal with new found intelligence. It was known that Alaude liked to work alone, however, once you had shown up at his place, Alaude couldn’t send you home. The way you looked so helpless and eager made him want to keep you.

It didn’t take long before the secret came around that you were an omega, which was a very risky situation for him, since Alaude was an alpha. While confident in his resistance, it did relax him a little knowing that you were mated (as said on your application), as that was one of the requirements for the job, however, it was apparent that you had no alpha.

The way you reacted while around Alaude showed that you had never had the experience of being held by an alpha. You gravitated towards Alaude, which left some awkward situations. Alaude could barely keep himself calm around you when you smelt so damn delicious, and he had to resist the urge to bend you over and fuck you right then and there.

No one had ever shaken Alaude quite like you, and Alaude was known for his restraint.

Not too long after finding out that fact, did Alaude realize that you were everything he always wanted in a mate. You were intelligent, witty, and optimistic. You tried your best when it came to work, and you didn’t let feelings get in the way of completing your tasks. Every time something didn’t go well, you knew exactly what to say to get Alaude to cheer up, even if he didn’t show it. It was as if you were made for him.

However, Alaude refused to let his feelings come between him and work. Even if you were the perfect mate and had a nearly irresistible scent, Alaude couldn’t act on his feelings. He valued his work too much to put it in danger. That’s why Alaude distanced himself from you, and let your invitations go unnoticed.

It shouldn’t have surprised him that someone tried to claim you, and to be honest, it didn’t. Alaude had walked into a wall of pheromones, which only could be from an omega going into heat. This instantly heightened Alaude’s instinct, which lead him to the room where one of his subordinates was on top of you, trying to scent you with you weakly trying to push him off.

Calming stalking over, Alaude glared daggers down at the man, his poker face still in tact.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was cold, and it set every human on edge in the room. The tension was so thick that it was suffocating. The man came to an abrupt stop, and before he could blink, Alaude had him by his neck on the floor.

“Don’t ever touch my mate ever again.’ He growled, staring deeply into the other’s eyes. The man whimpered, and when Alaude released him, the man shakily ran out of the room, never to be seen again.

Alaude turned towards you, giving you his attention as you writhed on the floor at your heat. Your heels slide around the floor, trying to gain your footing as your trembling arms tried to support you. You ended up flopping back on the floor.

Alaude knelt down on one knee, and studied your face for a few moments.

“I can’t believe another man tried to claim you…” His words were light, but there was an intensity behind them that gave away his jealously. Alaude’s hand came up, his thumb coming to brush against your lips. “I guess I’ll just have to take you myself, so those pesky animals stop trying to take what’s mine.”

Alaude thumb pushed into your mouth gently, and you could barely resist sucking gently on it, the two of you staring intensely at each other. Alaude let his poker face fade, a smirk making its way to his face. He was going to make you beg for him tonight.

The Office

2 teams of 6 good looking men, 1 intern, 1 receptionist and an overwhelming amount of tension and flirting.

Part Three - The Meeting

Genre: CRACK | Fluff | Angst
Members:  OT7
Word count: 3,190

A/N: tHIS CHAPTER IS A BLESSING. You’re welcome. - Amelia

Previous | Masterlist | Next

Originally posted by jamless-vibes

I overslept.

You know that nice warm fuzzy feeling you get when you wake up, I didn’t experience that today. Instead the me -who was extremely over tired from staying up late watching some melodrama and crying into the abyss- was rudely awoken by my alarm. And you know, alarms just leave you in a mood all day long. I try to get my body into a routine so I don’t need to use an alarm but last night threw me off, I set one in case… turns out I really needed it.

Waking up sets the tone of the whole day so I can tell right away, this one’s gonna be an absolute gem. Not only was today the day of the accounting meeting with Bang Sihyuk, today was the day after my sob session. Time to hold my tired head high and suck back 2 gallons of coffee; a technique for brighter, fresher skin and smaller dark circles… Ahaha.

Keep reading

Feisty Little Hobbit

Overall Summary: You are Bilbo’s little sister but the exact opposite

Chapter Summary: The forest tries to lead you a stray.

Previous Chapter: Chapter 11

Next Chapter: Chapter 13

A/n: I’m so very tired. I went to sleep at 10pm AZ time and got up at 3am AZ time so thats about 5 hours of sleep  and I have been up since then. I got lazy but I did something. Also I will probably not be posting any updates tomorrow because I’m going to be sleeping and then at the beach lol

“This is not the Greenwood of old. The very air of the forest is heavy with illusion. It will seek to enter your mind and lead you astray,” Gandalf says as he mounts his horse causing you to sigh. Every time you needed him the most, he seemed to disappear. That made you question his purpose in this quest.

“Lead us a stray? What does that mean?” you hear Bilbo ask and you shake your head at your brother’s silliness. What did he think it meant?

“No matter what may come, stay on the path,” Gandalf shouts as he starts his trek away from the forest. “Come. We must reach the mountain before the last light of Durin’s day,” Thorin says, leading the group into the forrest and you follow him, ignoring Bilbo’s question of “Durin’s Day.”

You understood, now, what Gandalf had meant earlier. You were starting to feel the effects of the forest and all you could do was feel groggy. You didn’t want to continue this journey. All you wanted to do was sleep. You realized you lost the path hours ago, but you still kept on following Thorin. You had questioned, once, if it was a good idea to follow someone who got lost in the Shire, twice, but you dare not voice it.

You take a seat next to Dwalin as the company comes to a rest. Bombur, that oaf, had fallen into the stream and it knocked him out causing almost all of the members to carry him. You hear a giggle and you look up and in the distance, you could see a woman. A hobbit woman. More specifically, your mother.

She looked as beautiful as ever and there was a smile on her face. She was with your father and he was just as you had remembered him. In their hands was a child. You.

You stand, wanting to get closer to see what was going on.

“My lovely child,” Bella coos and your heart flutters.

“It is such a shame that we had lost our other child, but now we have more love to give you, y/n,” Bungo says, smiling at you and you want to get closer. To feel that love for once in your life. You move to make your way over to them, but a hand grabs yours.

You frown as you look down at the hand that dare stop you from your happiness and it only deepens as you make eye contact with Bilbo. He looks away from you to the spot you were looking at. You turn back to it and look at him again.

“You see them too?”

Bilbo nods, the grip on your hand getting tighter.

“Of course. They still look the same,” he supplies, swallowing a bit.

“And you see yourself, obviously,” you say, looking back at your younger self being picked up into their arms. It surprises you immensely when Bilbo shakes his head.

“I see you as a child. Oh gosh, they love you so much,” Bilbo whimpers and you see his eyes glistening. You frown looking back at the image before you. Was this forest supposed show you your deepest desire? If it did, did Bilbo really wish that you were the only child and that your parents loved you unconditionally? Your hand unconsciously tightens around his trying to tug him with you to see your parents, but Bilbo tugs you back.

“No, y/n, you heard Gandalf. The forest seeks to lead us a stray. We must not let it do so no matter how much we want to,” Bilbo whispers and you turn to look back at him. You turn back and your father and mother were now gone, replaced with the dark forest that you had entered.

“Do you really wish I was the only child?” you ask quietly.

“Ever since the day I heard you crying in your room, wishing you were never born,” Bilbo says, before slipping his hand out of yours and joining the rest of the company. You look back to the spot you saw your parents and you can’t help but think about how different it would be if you were an only child.

Tag List: @sdavid09 @chevycastiel1967 @jotink78 @annajolras

anonymous asked:

Hi could i request a josh one where josh is having a bad day and is really angry and like yells and punches or breaks something and scares the reader a lot and as soon as he realizes what hes doing he apologies a bunch and its just super fluffy. Ty!

wrote this super late and with no revisions, so apologies if it’s bad.. but hope this is what you wanted!! -tay xx. 


Almost simultaneously as you hit “next episode” on your Netflix watch list, Josh’s phone rang for what felt like the millionth time that afternoon.  He immediately tenses up beside you.  

“For God’s sake—“ he sighs in frustration before standing up to take the call.  

“Want me to pause it?” you ask, quickly tucking the blanket under your outer thigh to replace where Josh’s body heat had been pressed against you.

“Hello?” he says, his tone was harsh.  He completely ignores your question.  

You shrug, shoving another handful of popcorn in your mouth before turning your attention back to the show playing.   You vaguely continue to hear Josh in the kitchen, sighing and raising his voice at whichever manager was on the phone this time.  

It had been a rough day for Josh.  He and Tyler wrapped up the U.S. lag of the summer tour.  He was home, while Tyler and Jenna flew off to some island for a week-long vacation.  In theory they were both on a “break”.  However, management needed consultations and confirmations about this and that, and with Tyler out of the country, Josh was the only one available for interaction.  Management had been on his case nonstop since his flight on Friday about the upcoming half of the tour starting up.  At first, he was patient.  He cared so much about the tour after all, but today, something about Josh had been off.  He was irritable and annoyed by seemingly everything.  

“I don’t know anything about that stuff,” you hear Josh grumble.  

There’s a pause.  

Then, “Tyler handles all of that— what?  Of course I’m also a member of this band—  Well that’s usually Tyler’s area of expertise is all I’m saying—“  you hear his voice escalating.  “Well I can’t answer your question, so I don’t know what you want me to say…  Useless?  Great, stop calling me then!” he yells.  

You hear a loud bang, presumably his phone crashing onto the counter.  

You pull your legs tightly into your chest, hesitant as he reenters the room.  You stare straight ahead at the screen, pretending you didn’t hear anything and staying silent.

“Are you kidding me?” he huffs, standing idly by the couch with his hands on his hips.

You look up at him, waiting for him to elaborate.  

“You couldn’t wait for me to start the new episode?  Seriously?”  

“I asked you,” you try to defend yourself.  “But you didn’t answer me…”

Josh rolls his eyes at you, “Oh, well excuse me!” he says, sarcasm dripping off from his tongue. “I’ve been a little busy, in case you haven’t noticed…”

“Josh, don’t patronize me,” you say, annoyed that he was suddenly taking his bad day out on you.  “I’ll just start the episode over again—“

“No, no, no… Wouldn’t want to inconvenience you,” he snarls before trudging back into the kitchen.

At first, you stare, wide-eyed at his back.  But then you decide that you couldn’t let him walk away like that, so you throw the blanket off from you and stalk after him, anger boiling up inside you.

“What the hell is your problem?” you bark.

He freezes, just past the island counter, in place before slowly turning to face you.  He rests his hands on the hard surface, like he was bracing himself for something.  

“You can’t just freak out on me about a dumb TV show, just because you had a bad day!”

“A bad day?  Do you even realize the kind of shit I have to put up with?”  

“Please, do elaborate— I’m sure hitting drums for millions a year is really hard work…”

His eyes narrow in on you and you watch his flushed face go from a five to an immediate ten on a scale of anger.  

“And you wonder why I don’t talk about this shit with you! It’s ‘cause you don’t understand any of it!” He shouts.  

You’re taken aback slightly by his tone, but you don’t back down.  Instead, you raise your voice too.  

“Well, maybe I’d try harder to understand, if you weren’t such an ass to me every time something in your life becomes slightly difficult!”

Just as you take a moment to breathe, Josh’s phone starts to vibrate against the granite countertop.  He barely hesitates before clutching the phone in his hand and sends it flying across the kitchen.

The phone crashes into the cabinet just to your left, shattering the glass door, before crumbling to the floor.  You gasp loudly, practically jumping out of your skin in surprise.  You stare at the glass scattered around the floor, wide-eyed.  It takes a moment for the initial shock to ware off, but once it does, you can feel your heart racing inside your chest.  The rhythmic thumping is practically visible through your skin.

Before you can gather up enough control to contain yourself, a choked sob escapes your lips.  Normally, Josh made you feel so safe and secure.  He was your lifeboat, your rock.  The only constant thing that had been in your life.  

You didn’t bother to hide the tears staining your cheeks, because for the first time in your relationship, you didn’t feel safe and secure.  You felt scared.  

You slowly let your eyes travel back to Josh, wondering briefly if he was aiming for the cabinet or something else…  He looks just as shocked as you are.  His face has softened, and his eyes are watching you cautiously, gaging you for a reaction.  

Josh makes the first move.  He steps around the corner, his arm outstretched like he’s reaching out for your hand.  You take an instinctual step back, trying to distance yourself.  

“Y/N,“ Josh croaks, “I’m so sorry.  I didn’t mean to—”

But you’re already turning away from him, running towards the stairs and up towards the bedroom.  

You stay locked up in the bedroom, curled up on the edge of the bed, crying as quietly as you can.  

Josh comes up after a bit, his heavy feet padding down the hallway prelude to the soft knock that follows.  

“Y/N?” he calls softly and you can hear the sadness in his voice.  You tuck your chin on top of the pillow you’d been hugging and squeeze your eyes shut.  

“Please—“ he cracks.  Your insides twinge.  He sounds broken, apologetic.  You feel another batch of tears surfacing once he starts to jiggle the doorknob.

“I’m so sorry, please open the door,” he pleads.  

You imagine him resting his forehead on the wood, his hand resting on the knob as he calls to you.  Part of you wants to open up the door, to crash into him and let him assure you that everything was okay.  Another part wants you to stay away.  What he did was wrong, and while you knew Josh would never hurt you, you couldn’t help but acknowledge the hint of fear that still lingered from earlier.  

“Okay,” he finally sighs.  “I’ll be out here— If you need me.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, yet again, pressurizing your eyelids until it burned.  You cry, hard.  Tears fall down your face in a steady stream.  You squeeze the pillow in front of you to alleviate some of the pressure in your chest.

You’re not sure how long you stay like that.  You can’t be sure, but it felt like hours.  You let out a sigh and rub your eyes harshly.  You could no longer ignore the pang inside your chest.  And you knew that without Josh beside you, you wouldn’t be able to rest soundly tonight.  

So, with the clock reading half past midnight, you finally slide out of bed and tiptoe towards the door, unlocking the knob, before opening it.  

Josh is slouched against the wall, one leg bent, the other stretched out.  His head is tilted back initially, but as soon as he hears you, he’s wide-eyed and standing up, flustered.

“Y/N— I’m so… so, sorry—“ he stammers.  

You sigh, and realize that the genuineness in his voice was not for nothing.  

“I know,”  you whisper.

“I would never, ever hurt you,” he breathes.  His voice cracks on the last few words.  

You nod, of course you knew that.  You break the distance between the two of you, crashing into his chest.  He almost immediately wraps his arms around you, squeezing and resting his cheek on the top of your head.  You hear him sigh deeply.

“I know you wouldn’t,” you validate his words quietly.  “I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

You feel him nod above, evidence that he heard you.  

After a while of just hugging like that, you finally break away, but find his hand.  He intertwines your fingers, stroking your skin softly with his thumb.  

“I don’t know what happened to me— I just got so mad.  It wasn’t you… I just—“ he pauses. “I just can’t handle work right now.  I need a break.”

Your face softens as you squeeze his hand gently, leading the way back into the bedroom so that you two could be comfy.  

“Of course you do, Josh.  I’m sorry I said that about your job,” you say as you sit on the bed, him following suit.  “You work so hard, and everyone needs a break.”

He nods before pulling you into his side again.  His fingers trace softly across the skin on your arm and you feel goosebumps surfacing.  

“I’m so sorry.  I didn’t mean to scare you.  The last thing I want is for you to be scared around me.”

You nod, “Thanks for apologizing,” you mumble, burying your face into his soft, cotton shirt.  “I love you.”

He kisses the top of your head, “Love you.”

You start chuckling softly then, and he looks down at you, confused.

“What’s so funny?”

“I was gonna suggest that you shut your phone off tomorrow so we could have a nice day… you know, no interruptions?  But I guess you don’t have to worry about anyone calling you on it anymore.”

Josh laughs out loud, his face breaking into a huge grin.  “Maybe smashing that thing wasn’t such a bad idea after all…”

the gentle giant | shawn mendes imagine


requested by anonymous

word count: 3,927

author’s note: tried a different format this time, and this ended up being very long. also, this is an au wherein shawn is not famous (but still just as fabulous). tell me what you think!

Your name: submit What is this?


the one with the oreos

For you, the supermarket was a battlefield.

Keep reading

Out In The Open |Jaspar|

Summary -  could you write one where joe and caspar are visiting zalfie and they are together but haven’t told anyone yet bc they wanted to tell everyone personally?

Word Count - 1,752

Warnings - N/A

A/N - Feedback would be really appreciated as I’m a bit new to writing Jaspar/Joeck imagines.

Sitting on the sofa, Joe let out a deep sigh. He loved his sister, he really did but he couldn’t get a word in once she started talking.

“Zoë, I just wanted to tell you-” Joe started, leaning forward and resting his elbows against his knees.

“Oh, Nala did the cutest thing the other day.” Zoë grinned, grabbing her phone and showing him a video of Nala howling at the sight of a dog on the TV.

“Yeah, that’s cute.” Joe chuckled, half heartedly.

Joe’s smile instantly grew bigger as Caspar walked into the living room, with Nala following hot on his heels.

“Why is she so obsessed with me?” Caspar asked, sitting next to Joe as Nala jumped on his lap.

“Alan loves you,” Joe chuckled, gently petting her head as Zoë rolled her eyes.

Zoë hated it when Joe called her Alan, it being an abbreviation of her actual name.

“I think she wants that slice of pizza in your hand, Caspar.” Zoë giggled.

Glancing at Caspar nervously, Joe opened his mouth to talk but once again, Zoë cut him off.

“What did you guys want for dinner? Alfie is on his way back from a friends and he’ll pick it up.”

Joe shrugged, closing his mouth again. He and Caspar went home in 18 hours, and Joe was wondering if he’d ever actually get to tell Zoë his news.

He highly doubted it.

“Erm, Nandos sounds great,” Caspar mumbled, his mouth full of pizza. Did he ever actually stop eating?

Joe chuckled as he looked at Caspar, seeing crumbs by the corner of his lips. Joe suppressed the temptation to lean over and wipe the crumbs away himself.

“Casp? You’ve got something on the corner of your mouth.” Joe informed him, biting down on his bottom lip as Caspar wiped them away.

“Why don’t we take Nala for a walk?” Joe suggested, glancing at the puppy perched in Caspar lap. She was still looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Did you just actually call her Nala?” Zoë laughed, looking at you shocked.

Joe rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Okay, why don’t we take Alan for a walk?”

Zoë chuckled and stood up, going to fetch Nala’s lead from the kitchen as Joe looked at Caspar.

“I’m trying to tell her,” Joe sighed, Caspar giving him a look of slightly disappointment.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Joe begged, rubbing his face.

“I know you’re trying, it’s just annoying that I can’t hold your hand or do anything because we haven’t told her yet.” Caspar shrugged, pretending like he wasn’t actually bothered.

Joe nodded, completely understanding what Caspar was saying, but it was difficult to actually tell Zoë when she wasn’t giving you the opportunity to speak.

“Come on, we’ll figure out what we’re going to say when we take Alan out.” Joe told Caspar, standing up and grabbing his jacket.

Zoë came back minutes later with Nala’s lead and passed it to Joe, after putting the other end on Nala’s collar.

“Don’t be too long because Alfie will be back soon.” She told them, smiling as she grabbed her laptop and sat back on the sofa.

Joe nodded, as he and Caspar left quietly, Nala walking infront of them.

They walked down to the park and looked at each other once Joe had let Nala off the lead and they both sat on the bench.

“It’s quiet here.” Joe mumbled quietly, glancing at Caspar.

Caspar nodded and smiled a bit, looking around to check for any people around but there was no one as Caspar wrapped his arm around Joe’s shoulders.

“It’s annoying that we can’t do what Zoë and Alfie do, we can’t cuddle on the sofa and hold hands with other people around.” Caspar sighed, rubbing Joe’s shoulder gently as he felt that Joe was a bit tense.

“It will be fine when we tell them though. We can do all of that once we told them because they’re going to be fine with it. They just want us to be happy.” Joe told Caspar, looking up at him.

Caspar nodded slightly, watching Nala run around the park by herself.

“Come on, we should get back or we’ll have Zoë on our case.” Joe smiled weakly, standing up. Caspar stood up as well, as Joe took his hand.

“I’m telling her tonight, no distractions.” Joe said, a determined look on his face.

Caspar smiled and nodded, gently kissing Joe’s forehead before they began to walk back to Zoë’s house.

Once inside, Joe let Nala off the lead and was welcomed by the sight of Alfie and Zoë curled up on the sofa, the smell of Nandos coming from the kitchen.

“We were waiting for you guys.” Zoë told them, standing up and going into the kitchen, starting to get plates out of one of the cupboards.

“Sorry, lost track of time.” Joe shrugged, sitting on the sofa quietly as Caspar sat next to him, leaving a bit of a gap between them both.

After eating, they all settled down on the sofa, Alfie and Caspar editing their vlogs as Zoë put one of the Harry Potter films on.

Joe glanced at Caspar, but his eyes were glued to his laptop screen.

“Zoë, can I-” Joe started, before yet again, being cut off by his big sister.

“Joe, shush! You know I love this bit.” Zoë groaned, giving her little brother an evil glare.

Joe rolled his eyes and stayed quiet for the rest of the film, his eyes starting to droop as the movie credits started to roll.

“Aw, I love that movie.” Zoë sighed as she watched it end.

“Really? Should have mentioned it.” Joe mumbled sarcastically, rubbing his eyes.

Caspar smiled slightly as he looked at Joe, rubbing his hand as it was too dark for Zoë, or Alfie to see. Which was lucky because Joe was blushing madly as the heat rushed to his face.

“I’m off to bed.” Joe mumbled, knowing Zoë will be off to bed soon as well and wouldn’t listen to what he had to say. He’d try again in the morning before he and Caspar left to go back to London.

“Okay, you’re in the guest room on the left, Caspar yours is on the right.” Zoë informed them both as Caspar stood up aswell, closing his laptop.

Joe and Caspar quickly went upstairs after saying goodnight to Zoë and Alfie.

“Erm, goodnight then.” Joe mumbled, glancing up at the tall blonde infront of him, Caspar’s blue eyes staring back down at Joe.

“Night.” Caspar smiled faintly, clearly still disappointed that Joe hadn’t told his sister.

Both of them parted ways and went into their bedrooms, both doors clicking shut.

Sighing deeply, Joe stripped down to his boxers and got into the king sized bed that was positioned in the middle of the room before starting to scroll through twitter on his phone, his other arm flexed behind his head.

He was wide awake now that he was finally in bed. Why did that always happen? Joe had basically passed out down stairs, and now he was struggling to fall asleep.

A few minutes later, he heard Zoë and Alfie come upstairs and their bedroom door shut.

After over an hour of scrolling through twitter, Joe finally gave up and quietly crept out of his bedroom and shut the door behind him, walking across the hall to Caspar’s room and knocking a few times, as quietly as possible.

Joe let himself into the room after a few seconds and smiled as Caspar looked at him sleepily.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” Joe asked, making his voice as low as possible.

“Yeah,” Caspar chuckled, rubbing his eyes. “Don’t worry about it though. What’s up?”

“Couldn’t sleep?” Caspar asked, reading his boyfriends mind.

Joe nodded and chuckled, quickly getting into the bed next to Caspar and nuzzling into his side. “It’s bloody freezing in that bedroom. Why does Zoë always give you the good bedroom?” Joe asked.

“Probably because she likes me better.” Caspar teased, wrapping his arm around Joe’s shoulders once more.

Joe rolled his eyes and stayed quiet, playing with Caspar’s fingers on his other hand, before looking up at him a few minutes later to see that he had fallen asleep.

Joe smiled to himself, before dropping off into a deep, peaceful sleep in his boyfriend’s arms.


“Alfie? Have you seen Joe downstairs?” Zoë frowned the following morning as she walked into the kitchen, Nala barking excitedly.

“No, is he not in bed?” Alfie asked, looking up from his laptop as he continued to edit his vlog from the day before after being too tired to finish it last night.

“No, I just looked in his room and all that’s there is his bag and phone.” Zoë shrugged. “I’ll go and ask Caspar because their train leaves for London in two hours and you know how long Joe takes to get ready.”

Zoë giggled to herself as she ran upstairs with Nala following.

“Caspar? You awake?” Zoë asked, knocking on the door quietly before opening it and saw Caspar still in bed… With his arms around Joe.

“What the-” Zoë said, a little too loudly as Joe and Caspar both sat upright instantly.

“E-erm, it’s not what it looks like Zoë.” Joe stammered, his heart pounding hard against his chest.

This really wasn’t the way he planned to tell his sister about his and Caspar’s relationship.

“No, it is exactly what it looks like,” Caspar said, frowning at Joe. “We’ve been dating for the past few weeks and we were planning to tell you last night.”

Zoë simply stared at them both, her hand still resting on the door handle.

“Zoë, please say something.” Joe begged, standing up and running his hand through his hair as he looked at his sister, a look of worry plastered on his face.

Zoë’s face changed from shock, to pure delight.

“I’m so happy for you both!” She grinned, running over to her brother and jumping on him, as Joe began to laugh, wrapping his arms around her waist as he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

“Come here!” Zoë screamed to Caspar as he was still sat in bed. Caspar laughed as he stood up; luckily he remembered to actually keep clothes on his bottom half last night.

Zoë hugged them both tightly as a smile spread on Joe’s face, finally happy that everything was out in the open.

You can see all my commissions here: http://haimeart.tumblr.com/tagged/my-commission
If you’re interested in commissioning me, please send an email to haimeart@gmail.com with the following info: 

- Your tumblr username;
- Type of commission;
- Description of commission (poses, attitude, accessories/weapons, etc.);
- References (pictures and/or descriptions of the character(s)) note: if you don’t have one complete reference sheet for character fill free to add as many photo/art reference as you want;

When I receive your commission info, I’ll send you e-mail with my payment info. After I receive your payment, I will immediately start working on the sketch which I’ll send you for approval. Once sketch is approved I`ll continue with the rest of the piece.
Usually commissions take me from a three days to two weeks.
If you have any questions don’t hesitate to ask!

Payment - PayPal (in USD)
Contacts -  haimeart@gmail.com