pass the time in my room alone

anonymous asked:

Could you possibly do a hc where Dan is at a friends house and Phil (his friends older brother) happens to be home with them since their parents aren't home. Dans friend has to go to the store and get something and Phil decides to have fun with his little brothers friend. You can make them any age you'd like.

~ this is shit but! it’s something! ~
~ dan is 16 and phil is 17, almost 18 ~
~ phil’s brother is named jordan bc idk ~


Dan knocked on the door, frowning and biting his lip. It was a bad habit he had developed, especially when he was nervous or particularity anxious.

This was his third time going to his friend Jordan’s house, and he wasn’t any less nervous. Jordan was nice enough, he sat by Dan at lunch when no one else had and talked to him about Pokémon. Dan was just scared he was going to do something wrong. He always did. He didn’t want to lose another friend.

Dan heard the lock click and the door swung open; his eyes widened.

A boy answered the door, a boy he hadn’t seen before. He had messy black hair, sex hair basically, and his blue eyes sparkled when they landed on Dan. A cocky smirk seemed to be plastered to his face.

“Hey,” he said, leaning on the door frame and looking Dan over. Dan crossed his arms; it felt oddly sexual. “You’re Dan, right? You’re cute. Jordan didn’t tell me you were so cute.”

“Phil!” Came a shrill voice from behind him, and Jordan pushed him to the side, offering Dan an apologetic look. “Sorry about that, that’s my stupid brother. Come on in.”

Dan nodded, pressing his lips together and letting Jordan pull him inside, avoiding Phil’s predatory gaze as he passed.

Jordan led him to the kitchen, leaning against the counter and smiling at him.

“My parents aren’t home, they left me with Phil.” He rolled his eyes. “They needed some ‘time alone’, they said…”

“They’re probably fucking!” Phil shouted from the other room.

“I was just making food…” he mumbled, ignoring him, a bit of ginger hair falling in his eyes, and he brushed it away. “But I think we’re out of ramen.”

“I ate it!” Came Phil’s voice from the other room, along with a laugh. Jordan cursed under his breath.

“But I’m really hungry and he ate all the rest of the food too…” he continued, glaring at the door. “So I think I need to go to the store. Wanna come?” He raised his eyebrows hopefully. Dan was highly aware of Phil who had just entered, leaning against the door frame.

“Yeah Dan,” he started, smirking, his eyes scoping Dan out. “Wanna come?”

Jordan glanced at him nervously, chuckling awkwardly. Dan’s eyes widened.

“Er, I think I’ll stay here, I brought some homework and stuff so I should be fine.” Dan flashed him a smile, biting his lip. Jordan shrugged.

“Alright then,” he mumbled, moving to grab his jacket from a hook on the kitchen wall. “I’ll be right back. Phil,” he turned to his brother, who raised his eyebrows. “Don’t sexually harass my friend.”

The door slammed, and he was gone.

Dan wasn’t going to lie, the sexual tension was unbearable with Phil watching him like he wanted to eat him. Dan bit his lip, glancing at his feet.

“Your name’s Dan, right?” He asked, stepping a bit closer.

“Yeah,” Dan mumbled.

“Well my name’s Phil,” he said, stepping forward again. He checked his wrist, frowning at his watch. “The name you’ll be screaming in about… I’d say about two minutes.”

Dan’s eyes widened as Phil chuckled, drawing his finger up Dan’s jaw. He leaned down, kissing just below Dan’s ear, as if to just test his reaction. He smirked when Dan moaned softly, tilting his head back.

“Yeah,” Phil breathed. “I’m gonna cover that pretty neck of yours in marks.”

“B-But,” Dan’s voice broke, and he backed away a little. “You’re Jordan’s brother… I don’t think he’d-”

“Why does he matter?” Phil muttered, brushing some hair away from Dan’s face and frowning.

“Because… I don’t think he’d like it if I-”

“Babe,” Phil laughed, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter. I want you, he doesn’t control me. I fuck who I want.”

Dan tensed up as he spoke, Phil was leaning closer until their noses were practically touching. Dan’s breath caught. Phil slid his hands down Dan’s side, admiring his shape and kneading his ass in both of his hands.

“Dan…” he started slowly, offering him a smile. “If I kiss you, you have to promise you won’t run away.”

Dan thought about it. He had an attractive guy practically feeling him up, asking to kiss him, in his friends kitchen. An attractive guy practically two years older than him, Jordan had said his brother was almost eighteen. Dan felt himself nod slowly.

Phil smirked, pulling Dan forward roughly by the hips, kissing him on the mouth.

Dan whimpered into the kiss, somewhat surprised by the force in Phil’s movements, but soon he melted into Phil’s lips and his hands gliding over Dan’s curves.

Phil was good at kissing, better than good. His mouth slid easily against Dan’s, and he took dominance immediately. He reached up with one hand to touch Dan’s face, the other still squeezing his ass.

Dan jumped forward when Phil slipped his hand down the back of his jeans, so now the front of their bodies were pressed together. Phil chuckled, kneading Dan’s flesh, and Dan buried his face in Phil’s neck. He was incredibly hard, and he was positive Phil could feel it.

“Fuck you’re pretty,” Phil breathed, kissing down Dan’s jaw to his throat messily.

“Promise?” Dan giggled. Phil shook his head, in awe.

“Yes, baby boy.”

Phil picked Dan up in one smooth movement, making Dan gasp and wrap his limbs around him, grasping at his shirt. Phil walked them backwards, slamming Dan against the wall.

He kissed him again, more messy and desperate this time, and Dan moaned against his mouth.

“Can we go to your room or something?” Dan gasped, gaining back his confidence. “I don’t really fancy Jordan finding us out here…”

“Yeah,” Phil agreed, breathing heavily. “Yeah, you’re right.”

He set Dan down, tugging him after him by the sleeve to the hallway. They didn’t get ten steps before Phil was shoving him against the wall again, attacking his neck and jaw and mouth. Dan moaned loudly, grasping desperately at his shoulders.

“In here,” Phil mumbled, pushing Dan through a door and pulling him forward by his hips. Dan looked around as Phil nipped at his throat, frowning.

“Isn’t this… Jordan’s room?” Dan asked, pausing to mutter a ‘fuck’ under his breath. Phil smirked.

“Yeah, but i figure we’re doing him a favor. This is probably the only time anything remotely like this happens in here…” Phil laughed, pushing his hands under Dan’s shirt. “Plus I couldn’t wait,” he added huskily.

Dan let Phil push him back on the bed, because honestly, he couldn’t wait either.

Phil tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, before crawling over Dan. He pushed Dan’s legs open, leaning over him so their crotches were rubbing together, slowly grinding down on him and drawing a moan out of Dan’s mouth.

Phil grinned, kissing him deeply and pulling at his shirt. Dan lifted him arms, letting him take it off. Phil sat up.

“I’ll be right back,” he said quickly, practically falling off the bed. Dan giggled. “Take those jeans off.”

Dan did as he said, discarding his jeans somewhere besides the bed. He felt a pang of guilt about doing this in Jordan’s bed, but it vanished when Phil got back, reduced down to his own boxers and holding a condom and a bottle of lube.

He kissed up Dan’s inner thigh as he crawled up the bed again, making Dan shudder and grip the sheets.

“Baby boy,” Phil breathed, his words brushing Dan’s neck. “Are you sure you want this?”

The fact that Phil was asking shot affection through Dan’s body, and he nodded.

“Yes,” he muttered, tugging Phil’s boxers down slightly. “Yes, god, yes Phil.”

“Good,” Phil said, grinning and helping Dan take his boxers off. “Good.”

Dan’s own boxers were off in seconds, and Phil was brushing his thumb over his entrance.

Phil leaned forward, kissing him deeply, all lips and tongue and heat, as he pushed a finger into him. Dan shuddered and arched his back, a strangled whine falling from his mouth.

“Shh,” Phil whispered, peppering light kisses all over Dan’s face and watching him carefully. “Shh, baby, it’s okay, you’re doing such a good job.”

He kneaded Dan’s thigh gently, adding another finger and grinning as Dan started grinding back on him.

“Such a good boy,” he muttered, pumping his fingers, curling every now and then and making Dan fall apart beneath him.

Soon enough he was pulling them out, rolling on the condom and lubing himself up. Dan watched through heavy lidded eyes, letting out little hums and whines of pleads.

“Baby,” Phil mumbled, pressing his tip to his entrance. “Don’t hold back, alright? Want you to moan for me, want you to scream my name like a slut.”

Dan could hardly nod before Phil was slamming into him, bottoming out with one thrust. Dan gasped, a loud strangled moan ripping from his throat. He grabbed at Phil’s form, desperate for something to hold on to.

Phil groaned, long and steady, as he began to push in and out, biting down on Dan’s shoulder.

“Fuck, Dan, you’re so tight…” he gasped, his stomach tensing up and heaving from his heavy breathing. Dan whined, throwing his head back.

“Harder,” he breathed.

“Are you sure?”

“Please, yes!”

Phil nodded, watching Dan’s face as he snapped his hips roughly, and Dan screamed.

“Philphilphil FUCK!”

Phil moaned, sucking on his neck and fucking into him harder. “That’s it, princess, scream my name. That’s it baby.”

Dan’s head was going foggy, all he could comprehend was YES, yes, god he felt so good. Phil’s hips hitting his, burying his cock so deep into him… fuck, it was heaven.

“Dan,” Phil said, his voice strained. “Fuck fuck fuck, Dan, so good, I’m gonna cum.” He took Dan’s cock in his hand, jerking him off, incredibly fueled by Dan’s noises and the way he was arching his back and throwing his head on the pillow.

“Ah-” Dan gasped, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m c-close, I’m close Phil, shit-”

“That’s it baby, meet my thrusts. Such a good boy, meet daddy’s thrusts… just like that.”

Phil froze when he heard the door open, the creaking of the bedsprings and Dan’s moans slightly messing with what he could hear, so maybe he was imagining it. But-

“Phil?” Jordan’s voice called. “Dan? Guys?”

Phil slapped a hand over Dan’s mouth, not stilling his moments completely, but slowing down. He knew he should stop, try to get them presentable, but he was so close… He grinded his cock into the boy beneath him thoroughly, trying to get him there through going deep instead of hard and fast. Dan’s noises were still clear, although muffled.

Phil replaced his hand with his mouth, kissing Dan to keep him quiet, groaning as he felt Dan moan against his mouth.

“Phil? Why are your jeans in the hallway…?”

Dan whined, cum streaking his stomach and his back arching, and Phil kissed him harder, letting go into the condom.

Phil pulled out quickly, discarding of it in a wastebasket and pulling Dan up. He dressed him as fast as he could, getting Dan to help slightly, but not much. He pulled on his own shirt, grabbing a pair of Jordan’s jeans and pulling them on, even though they were clearly too tight.

“Phil…?” Jordan pushed open the door, frowning at them suspiciously. “What are you doing in my room?”

Phil smiled at him. “Oh, just messing with your shit. Dan really wanted to see your drawer of sex toys.”

Jordan’s eyes widened and he glared at Phil. “I do not have a drawer of sex toys!”

Phil shrugged, standing up and punching his brother’s shoulder. “Whatever you say buddy.”

“Why were your jeans in the hallway?”

Phil shrugged, trying to seem casual. “Must have dropped them when I did the laundry. And…” he looked down at Jordan’s jeans he was wearing. “Mine must have shrunk…?”

Jordan frowned, but nodded slowly.

Dan stood, practically falling but Phil leaned forward and caught him at the last second. Dan laughed nervously.

“Feet fell asleep,” he mumbled. “Happens a lot.”

“Mhm,” Jordan said, staring at him suspiciously, but like he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. “Alright then, well, Dan, Arianna invited us to lunch so…”

“Yeah! Uh, yeah, let’s… do that.”

Phil grabbed Dan’s butt as he walked by, and winked when Dan glared at him.

“You know, I like this kid. You should invite him around more often.”


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TWO DAYS LATER
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“PHIL?! WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A USED CONDOM IN MY BIN!”

So I gave myself a sad on the way home from work. I’m not masochistic (or sappy) enough to write all of it, but I’m sharing a bit, anyway.

(Implied spoilers for episode 103.)

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The third time Percy dies, it’s an instantaneous thing. Maybe the whole process has changed somehow in the last 60 or so years, since the last time he did this. Whatever it is, he’s grateful for the lack of drama. 

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Flesh/Brett Talbot Smut

Originally posted by holyhalehottness

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Request:  Could you do a Brett Talbot smut with the song Flesh by Simon Curtis? Please ❤

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Geno’s interview for Maxim (April 2017). 

Big thanks to @atsomnambulist for the help with the translation! 😇

-You live in the United States ten months in a year. What do you miss most about Russia?

- It used to be difficult, my parents did not visit that much. And now I’m comfortable, all who are close and dear to me often visit Pittsburgh. I don’t worry about food, I’m not fussy. What I miss the most is the Russian banya (sauna). Whenever I arrive in Moscow, I immediately go to “Sanduny”. I like to hang out with friends, sometimes in nightclubs too. You get tired of a year of matches and flights across the America, so you need some time to relax.

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One Word: Amortentia - Oliver Wood

Originally posted by the-threebroomsticks

Why you were being taught about the potion, you had no idea. It was more than clear that Snape was ever so against the topic, and it was only due to it being a part of the curriculum that he was even covering the blasted concoction, and even so, it was only to know how to avoid it, never how to make it.

But despite the clear disapproval of the topic from both your professor and at least half the class, you found yourself stood as a part of the class eyeing off the potion with a certain level of distrust. You knew it was supposed to smell different to every person, a mixture of your favourite smells or something of the like, but while many of your classmates were eagerly edging forward to see just what theirs might smell like, you stood back. Did you really want to know what it smelt like? What if it was supposed to smell like your true love? Did you really want to be able to distinguish them from a smell?

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Don't Leave Me (Arranged Marriage AU Jungkook)

Originally posted by jengkook

Type: Angst (sorta)Fluff

Request: Hi I was wondering if you could do an arranged marriage scenario with jungkook from bts, where he doesn’t love reader at first but she’s always there for him and he’s always with other girls until she tries to leave and he realizes that he loves her. Sorry if that doesn’t make sense to you or if your not taking requests then never mind, ps love your writing.


You sighed as you pulled up to the club. “There’s my wife!” you hear as you turn to see Jeongguk, sadly your husband as he had his arm wrapped around a girl. “Thanks for picking us up” he coos as he moves to wrap his arms around you. You stepped away watching him nearly fall before standing straight “come on” he said grabbing the girl’s are before you stopped him “no only you” you tell him as he nodded. “Alright bye bye” he waved as he stumbled to the car.

“You’re so nice for driving out for me” Jeongguk stated as he sat in the back of the car. “Well the 23 calls times it hard to ignore your drunk ass” you tell him as he laughs lightly. “You know I don’t like being married” he continues as you sigh. “I know neither do I” you say. “I wish we could divorce life would be easier. I could have my life back” he says as you scoff “tell me about it” you shot back as you looked through the rearview to see him already passed out. Pulling into the driveway and into the garage and you simply got out of the car leaving him back there.

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You smiled at your computer as you read an email from ‘J-Hope’ he was one of Jeongguk’s good buddies who felt bad for you being with someone who didn’t love you. The two of weren’t secretly dating or anything but wanted to help you out with getting away for a bit. The door to the garage opened as Jeongguk came in rubbing his neck. You didn’t even glance up from your computer and sipped your coffee. “Why was I in the back of the car?” he asked as he glared at you. “I couldn’t lift you out” you state as you sent an email back to Hoseok befor you put your laptop on sleep. “I have a horrible cramp-” “yeah yeah bitch to one of your sluts” you tell him as you head to your room to get ready for the day.

Your laptop made sound and Jeongguk felt curious as to who was emailing you at 7 in the morning. Glancing back down the hall he rushed to the computer as moved his finger against the mouse pad watching it light back up. He saw his friend’s email address clear there. ‘I’ll get you when Kook leaves this evening for the new club he heard about. He wouldn’t shut up about it. Make sure you’re packed and I’ll take you to the airport’ it read as he seemed shocked. “What?” he asked himself as he went to your browser and to your history as he saw that you had looked up a few different things ‘divorce lawyers(many) and great places to get away to’ he heard the door open as he closed the browser and put the computer on sleep before he got up and moved away.

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You looked at your phone and saw that it was 9 PM already. You glanced over and saw that Jeongguk hadn’t budged from his spot on the couch. “Aren’t you leaving?” you asked as he made a sound. “Don’t feel like it” he spoke. “You not feeling up to party? You must be sick” you state as he looks up at you “maybe” he spoke as he watched your fingers type something on your phone. “Who are you talking to?” “None of your business so don’t bother” you say as you stood up leaving the living room as he sighs.

He didn’t know why he was feeling the need to have you stay but he did. Jeongguk had been craving his complete bachelor lifestyle back but at the same time he didn’t want to be alone. You came back our of your room with clear annoyance on your face before sitting back down “you know we’re having brunch with our mothers tomorrow-” “sadly” you mumble “do you want to invite them over?” he asked “no” you tell him “they would want a tour and see we sleep in different rooms. You have a pile of clothing that my parents know I wouldn’t step foot anywhere in front of your bedroom. Oh the personal favorite the collection of whore jewelry you’ve tried to pass off to me because we both know your mom would snoop through my jewelry box” you say as he sighs. “I don’t need people knowing about what I’ve been married to for the past two years" you tell him. “Yeah why did you wait two years to do something about it?” he growls annoyed.

“What?” you asked as he began panicking “how do you know about that?” you ask as he looks away “you privacy invading prick” “yeah? So what? You wouldn’t be sitting her right now if I didn’t” he almost yells. “You have no right to make me stay here. I tried to make this work for so long Jeongguk but its getting unbearable. I don’t like picking you up with your drunken one night stands. I don’t like hearing about what you did last night with her. I don’t like having to smile when I want to hide away and cry because my no good husband flirts with women right in front of me” you yelled by the end after having a normal tone but anger built itself up. “I’m done being with you” you tell him as he stood there quietly.

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Jeongguk sat on the couch for who knows how long processing everything as you had angerily went to your room. He closed his eyes thinking about all the things he’s made you do for him. Before he rolled over and closed his eyes passing out on the couch.

He woke up to the harsh feeling of a hand smacking down on him before he rolled over to see you dressed up scrolling through your phone “get a shower. We have to get in 40” you state before walking away. He sighed as he got up and rushed to get ready. He looked himself over in the mirror before sighing. “I can become the perfect husband” he told himself as he left the bathroom.

~

Brunch went by smoothly as Jeongguk didn’t take it upon himself to flirt with the overly attractive waitress even though you could tell he was tempted. “So have you two started planning more for the future?” your mother asked as you looked up from your plate with a full mouth, you covered your mouth as you chewed before you spoke. “What do you mean?” you asked “oh come on don’t be silly about it. Have you two thought about children?” his mouth spoke as Jeonggul froze completely. “He probably has like 50 already” you mble “what was that dear?” his mouth peaked when she heard your soft talk. “Nothing nothing just speaking to myself” you said awkwardly.

“We’ve hit a large snag in the relationship” Jeongguk spoke as he was looked at by all of you as he took a sip from his drink. “What’s that dear?” his mother asked. Jeongguk looked at you as he spoke “we aren’t happy together” he told them honestly. “Not happy?” your mother asked as you looked away. “We haven’t been happy” he continues as you pushed your plate away getting up.

“I haven’t been a good man to your daughter Mrs. Y/N and I regret it more than anything because she wants to leave me now” he spoke as he took a deep breath. “I didn’t think losing her would affect me so much” he continues. “You’re an idiot” his mother spoke as he looked up. “I know” he spoke as he used his fork to play with his food.

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The car ride was pretty much silent as you looked out the window the whole time. “You can leave” he said filling the silence. “I can’t make you stay and I should force you to stay in an unhappy situation” he continues as he pulls onto your street. “I’m sorry though. I am horrible man-” “please just stop” you say as he grips the steering wheel tightly but kept his mouth shut.

As soon as the car was in park he watched you get out. He just sat there and sighed resting his head onto the window. By the time he got in all the lights in the house nothing was on so he figured you had gone off to rest or something. He walked slowly to his room he heard nothing overly loud as he walked passed your door. Once he got to his room he threw himself down onto the bed staring off. Before he sat up again.

~

Once you woke up from a nap you could see that your door was opened, confused you sat up and looked around. Your missing jewelry box caught your eye as you got up. You headed out to the hall seeing that there was garbage bags there as Jeongguk stepped out of his room carrying another “what are you doing?” you asked as you could see into the bag of things that were in it. The clothing of his many one nighters that were left, he looked at you. “Cleaning” he spoke as he picked up your jewelry box and opening it “none of this is yours right?” he asked as you raised a brow. “Good” he said as he dumped the contents into the bag before handing the box back.

“What are you doing?” you asked again as he tied the bag. “What I should have done along time ago. Change my ways” he spoke picking up the bags and heading out of the home leaving you confused as to his sudden but much needed change.

Perfect - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

I absolutely love your writing!! I was wondering (if you’re still taking requests) if you could write a Jughead imagine where they’re best friends who both like each other based on “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran? The song’s been playing over and over again in my head and it reminds me of jughead tbh. Thanks in advance! <3

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

(FEM!Reader) This is totally based off of ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran, so have a listen while you read this! I kind of sped up their relationship because I already had an idea in my head for this one. (Song credit : Ed Sheeran)

I also hope this makes up for no Riverdale today… *sad face*


Riverdale High School hallways were buzzing with excitement during homecoming week. Even your ragtag group of friends had an extra bounce to their steps. Everyone had plans for the dance and the weekend after. Betty, Veronica, and Kevin would be attending the dance together, since they’re single. Archie would be taking Valerie to the formal, meeting up with the trio there.

“So what about you two?” Everyone turned to look at you and Jughead who, next to Archie and Valerie, were the only other couple at the lunch table. You glanced at Jughead who simply rolled his eyes. You had a feeling he wouldn’t be into the dance. Neither were you to be fair, but you both had been so busy, you thought that it could’ve served as a relaxing date.

“We’ll probably be at Pop’s,” you said, and Jughead smiled at you. His strong dislike for school dances was something you had to work around sometimes, but that smile was always worth it. Veronica let out a groan and Betty laughed.

“You guys have been so busy with the murder case! Do you find any time for each other?” You felt a smile creep onto your lips as Jughead chuckled. You didn’t spend all your time together solving mysteries. Contrary to Veronica’s beliefs, you and Jughead were an affectionate couple. You just didn’t show it during school hours. The two of you were just kids when you fell in love, so your relationship was stronger than ever.

“Of course we have time for each other,” Jughead said, eating a chip, “this relationship wouldn’t have worked otherwise.” You let out a small laugh at his words.

“Yeah, Jughead here is super needy,” you teased and everyone smiled, even Jughead. As the rest of lunch went on, you all made plans to hang out on Saturday.

“See ya Saturday,” Jughead said as the two of you started to your next class.

“Have fun at the dance tonight,” You added as you walked away. You had four minutes in between each bell, giving you enough time to question Jughead. You linked your pinky finger with his and he smiled at you. “You okay,” he asked, knowing that when you got nervous you liked to be touching him in some way.

“Maybe we should go to the dance.” You said, hoping that he would get the hint. He kept walking, pinkies still intertwined. You walked in silence to the door of your next classroom and Jughead pulled you closer to him. A blush rose to your cheeks at the action, knowing that others were looking at the two of you.

“Do you want to go?” He asked, his green eyes meeting your gaze softly. You curled your pinky tighter around his and shrugged. His free hand went to the side of your face, stroking his thumb across your cheek. “What if I can guarantee you’ll have the time of your life tonight if you meet me at the Drive-In at seven o’clock?”

You raised you eyebrow at him, “guarantee?” He nodded in response and you smiled. “Well then it seems I have no choice, Jones.” He grinned and pressed a small kiss to the tip of your nose. You blushed at the people looking at the two of you.

“I’ll see you at seven,” he said pulling away from you, “wear something nice.” You smiled as he walked away. You watched as he walked down the hall and when he was out of sight you walked into your classroom, wondering what he had in store for you.

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Light | BadBoyJimin! x Reader

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 1,735

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (Just hearing sounds etc)

Summary: He’s always been like this. Addicted to drugs and alcohol, constantly getting into fights. He’s down a dark road and the only light that still shines is you.

A/N: I would like to apologies, this is the first time I’ve ever had a request from someone (and one other) and I stupidly answered privately so I couldn’t see the message anymore. I completely forgot to look at who requested and I deeply apologies for my stupidity.

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Originally posted by jiminandjams

You remember when you first saw him, Park Jimin. It was your first day at university, when you accidentally bumped into him on your way to your dorm, which just so happened to be next to his. His appearance alone scared you, yet at the same time, you had become interested. The cliché bad boy look. Tight ripped black jeans, plane white t-shirt and a leather jacket covering his broad shoulders. With cigarette in hand, he sneered at you, before roughly bumping your shoulder as he walked passed to go to his room. From that day on, you were in love.

You never spoke to him, all you did was admire him from afar as he would talk with his friends and chat up a random girl in the corridor. It hurt… A lot. Seeing him with another girl, meant he had no interest in you, and he probably never would. You were shadow to him, an insect he could squish in between his fingers, that’s how unimportant you were to him.

You buried your head further into your pillow trying to drown out the loud moans from Jimin and his lady friend next door. This had been going on for what seemed like hours, and it was the last straw. Furiously getting out of bed you stormed out of your dorm and thumped on his door loudly. Silence had finally came to his dorm, but it soon faded when you heard loud footsteps come closer to the door, and when it was opened your jaw dropped. Jimin stood before you, in nothing but his boxers, sweat dripping down his forehead and toned stomach, hair pushed back, as he ran his hand through it.

“What?” he sneered as he leaned against the door frame. “Who the fuck are you?!”

“Your neighbor. Could you please keep it down. People are trying to sleep,” you asked politely. Jimin’s eyes narrowed as he stood up straight and stepped closer to you.

“Who are you to tell me what to do?” he threatened as he towered over you, giving you a deadly glare.

“I’m not telling you, I’m asking you… Nicely,” you added as you crossed your arms over your chest. Jimins eyes wandered down to your now slightly exposed cleavage and smirked. Upon realizing where his eyes were you unfolded your arms and pulled your top up. Blushing you turned on your heel to walk away until his hand tightly grasped your wrist.

“Are you sure that’s all you wanted me to do? Because if you want to join in, you can,” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending chills down your spine. You actually thought about joining him but your face turned to disgust when you remembered he was with another girl.

“I don’t think I’d want to ruin your time with your lady. So I’ll take my leave,” you almost snapped as you snatched your wrist and walked back to your door. “Good Night,” you mumbled as you shut the door behind you. Your breathing was uneven, and you were panicking like crazy. Jimin your crush, touched you. You were a mess, especially when he offered you to join him. You regretted saying no, but you didn’t like the idea of another woman being there. You just wanted it to be the two of you, as he’d dominate you with his tongue and make you feel good in all the right ways.

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It was a late Thurday afternoon, and classes had finally finished. A small sigh escaped your lips as you walked through the now quiet corridors of the university. However a sudden loud grunt caught your attention, peaking around the corner at the end of the corridor, you noticed that Jimin was pinned up against the lockers, the other boys hand firmly around his throat.

“Where the fuck is my money Jimin,” he boy snarled as his grip on Jimins throat tightened.

“Fuck you,” Jimin choked out. The boy used his other hand to collide his fist with Jimins stomach, causing you to gasp. Both heads turned to your direction where they just glared at you.

“Who’s this Jimin? Another slut you just use for your own pleasure?” the boy snarled as he let go of Jimin and made his was towards you. Roughly his hand tightened around your upper arm as he hauled you forward making you loose your balance falling to the ground.

“I barely know her, so let her be,” Jimin spat back as he straightened out his leather jacket.

“Oh I don’t think so, this little spy, could be of some good use to me,” the male licked his lips as he adjusted his trousers making you gulp nervously.

“Don’t fucking touch her Namjoon,” Jimin sneered as he stepped forward slightly.

“Oh so this girl does mean something to you. I just don’t get it Jimin, how come you can fuck any girl you want, but I can’t have this one?” Namjoon asked his glare still on you.

“Because I ask them. You haven’t,” Jimin answered back as he picked you up bridle style. “Go fuck yourself you bastard, you’re not getting near her for as long as a live.”

“Then you’ll die,” Namjoon launched himself at Jimin, making all three of you tumble to the ground, you stuck in between them. “Give me the fucking money and I won’t harm her!” Namjoon yelled. During that time, you managed to wriggle yourself out from between them and pull grab onto Namjoon’s shirt.

“How much!?” you yelled. Both of the males stopped wrestling and looked at you.

“What?” Namjoon snarled. You growled lowly before repeating your question.

“How much,” you spoke through gritted teeth, trying hard to contain your anger. Namjoon stood up and faced you.

“60.” Without hesitation you hauled out your purse and handed him the money.

“Now fuck off and leave him alone,” you snapped as you knelt down to Jimin and helped him up. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” you muttered as you wrapped Jimins arm around your shoulder and guided him back to your dorm. The journey there was silent until you entered the dorm and Jimin sat down on your bed.

“Why the fuck did you help me. I never asked for it,” Jimin sneered as his hands tightened to fists.

“Because Namjoon was hurting you, and he stopped when I gave him the money. Now shut up and let me see your wounds,” you ordered as you stood in front of him with a damp cloth and a first aid kit. “Take off your shirt,” you mumbled attempting to sound confident, but failed. Jimin smirked in reply and began to unbutton his shirt. Painfully slowly he took off his shirt and laid it next to him. Jimin leaned back slightly, allowing you to see his toned stomach better. “Jesus, he got you good,” you muttered as you noticed a medium sized wound across the right side of his body.

“Tch, I’ve had worse,” he snapped back, but instantly winced when you began to dab (Does the dab) his wound with the wet cloth.

“Jesus what did you buy that got him so worked up?” you muttered, leaning back to grab the first aid kit from behind you.

“You really wanna know?” Jimin challenged, his face expressionless. Your silence allowed him to continue. “I bought come coke off of him, and I said I’d pay him back in two days, which I obviously didn’t do.” You sighed in disbelief.

“Why do you do this to yourself?” You asked him. Jimin glanced at you in curiosity. “Why do you deal drugs, take them, smoke, drink way to much, and get laid every night?! You have so much to live for and you’re destroying yourself,” you muttered, tears threatening to spill down your face.

“What the fuck do you know?” Jimin snapped.

“I know that you’re better than this! It’s clear that people fucking care for you! And you throw them away like they’re trash!” your voice raised slightly as you stood up and turned around, not wanting Jimin to see you cry.

“No one fucking cares for me! Girls only want to fuck me because I’m good in bed! Or if they are in need of stress relief! I’m their fucking toy! HOW ARE YOU TO SAY PEOPLE CARE FOR ME! WHEN CLEARLY NO ONE DOES!” Jimins loud voice echoed through out your dorm making you cover you ears for a moment.

“Well I fucking do! Okay!” Jimin stood in front of you wide eyed as you turned around, your tears staining your cheeks. “I fucking care! I have since I first bumped into you on the way to my dorm! It hurt me so fucking much, seeing you bring another girl into your dorm nearly every night. Having to put up with the constant moaning and groans that came from both of you!” After you spoke you stopped and slapped your hand over your mouth, realizing you had just confessed to him. Slowly Jimin stood large steps towards you, making you move back until the back of your calves hit the end of your bed. In one swift motion, Jimin had you pinned to the bed, hands wrapped tightly around your wrists and he stared into your eyes as if he was trying to read you.

“Why would you care, you barely know me,” he muttered as he lowered his head to the crook of your neck, where he planted soft kisses down to your collarbone.

“Because everyone deserves a second chance,” you muttered, suppressing a moan as Jimin gently sucked on your sweet spot. “Including you.” Jimin continued to kiss downwards until your shirt got in the way.

“This needs to go,” he grumbled as he slowly began to unbutton your shirt. Nervousness suddenly took over you, and you stopped him.

“W-wait. I-I’m still a virgin,” you muttered, looking away in shame. A small soft smile spread across Jimins features as he hand his hand through your hair.

“It’s fine, I promise I’ll be gentle, but only this once,” he smirked and got down to business.

Cassian x Reader, Part 1

Title: Whatever It Takes / AO3 
Part 2: tumblr
Part 3: tumblr
Length: 7.5k
Series rating: M for language and sexual content (contains some torture)
Summary: Reader and Cassian have kept their relationship a secret but when Reader is captured and tortured by the Empire, it’s obvious to all of Yavin 4 that Cassian will stop at nothing to get her back.
Author’s Note: A lovely anon requested this incredible idea and I immediately fell head over heels in love with it. Starts out pretty angsty but there will be fluff to make everything better, promise. :) Happy reading!! XOXO
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Well, I guess there are worse fates than ending up the absolute epitome of a, “Prettyboy Meathead” who’s “All Brawn and no Brain” or a, “Smelly Brute”

You see, I used to be the captain of the Chess Club. Short, scrawny, specky redheaded beanpole with acne, a lisp, stuttering with anxiety. But now, They really did a number on me…

Who’s they? The football team! That’s who! They’d been bullying me ever since I transferred to this school, having argued for home schooling instead, but losing out and ending up a freshman here. They targeted me right off the bat, first day, “fresh meat” as they called me, while throwing me into a dumpster. This repeated itself for a few weeks, until finally I’d had enough, and lost it.

Yup, I admit it, I lost it. Total tantrum. But I swear, I didn’t mean to break the quarterback’s ankle! All I’d meant to do is… well, I mean I didn’t know what I meant to do, I just charged at him, screaming about how they were all just pretty trophy boys, worthless mindless meatheads, disgusting sweaty animals, plowing head first into his rock solid abs. We both went tumbling down the wheelchair ramp, myself stopped by a column, while he continued, crashing into a display case and howling in a deep rumbling rage.

That afternoon, when the nurse and the ambulance EMT’s concurred that his ankle was shattered in 2 places, taking him off the roster for the big game and chance at the championship, the team was not so thrilled with me. Hell, the whole damn school wanted to lynch me! I had to leave early, my parents getting a phone call to pick me up. I was reamed out the whole way home. My mother nearly had an asthma attack she was screeching so loud.

My dad, while still joining in on the reaming, seemed almost, proud. There was a little shimmer in his eye that I’d never seen before. It lasted only a second though as my mom hit her stride and went into full parental meltdown. I’d never seen her this angry.

Only a day passed before we got a call from the school. I was expelled, unless my parents and I agreed to a few demands. My mother, trying to save my academic career, agreed before even hearing them. My dad though, agreed to a meeting with the Principal, and oddly, the coach of the Football team.

Heading over to the school was like a motorized death march. The car ride dead silent, treading into the school and down to the Sports offices where both the Coach and Principal were having a heated debate. I only caught a blurb or two before they noticed us and quieted down. Something about “coach’s special training”

I found out during the hour long meeting, that the Coach had me in mind for replacing Blake, the Quarterback I’d taken off the field. Everyone, including the principal had their reasons as to why I couldn’t, myself as well, but Coach wouldn’t have it. He claimed that he could have me in playing condition before the big game, and, if I played, I could keep going to school, the expulsion would be voided.

Again, my mom agreed fully, signing the forms before my dad could stop her. My dad though, asked questions. The answered were vague, everything was about “focus, drive, determination, and making up for my mistakes” After a good 25 minute spiel, my dad too signed the form, signing my academic life away to a man who was quite literally an entire team’s worth of brawn packed into one.

Long story short, the game was in 6 weeks. My training started immediately, as well as a strict diet, supplements that coach provided, all of my study halls and my time on the chess team was forfeited to Coach, during which I was to watch football videos and take notes.

Weird thing is, after a few videos and days taking the supplements, I couldn’t really take notes… Strange, as I’d been a straight A Student. I just couldn’t. It was too boring. Even stranger, I couldn’t sit still. My body felt jolted and alive, my muscles aching and warm, feeling like they were going to burst off of me. I sat, squirming in my seat watching the videos, mindlessly taking in the plays, when, day by day, my body seemed to change.

First came the sweat. No matter how little I was active. Even just sitting at school or home, I was sweating, sometimes profusely. Soaking through my clothes, and, rather embarrassingly, stinking through my deodorant and body wash. by day 3, I reeked, constantly, I could smell myself. People noticed as well, the football team calling me stinky, and Jockstrap. Others moved away from me in the halls, or left seats empty near me in classes. However, sometimes I’d catch some of the prettier girls, especially the ditzy Barbie type, taking side glances at me, their eyes lingering on me for a moment before shaking their heads and running off giggling

Then came the muscle spasms and odd unexplained growth spurts. I was a late bloomer, short and thin. but each passing day added a bit of height, a bit of weight, becoming more solid and dense. I had one night in particular where I woke up screaming in pain as my body cracked and expanded, until I’d ended up a week later, 6′2″ 140lbs or so, looking solid, but not brawny. Well, not brawny, YET.

After the growth spurts, the videos lessened, and it was time for on field practice. Alone at first, then with the team. I can’t remember most of it, Coach would say something strange to me, and I’d lose track of time, waking up dazed and dizzy in the locker room with a towel around my waist, wet from the shower, or naked soaping up my body mindlessly as the hot water boiled away my thoughts.

I noticed now that I had bushy, wiry hair under my arms, and a dense collection around my groin, which, after the 4rth practice wearing a cup, felt packed and swollen. Each night I was jerking off load after load, feeling as if each jet caused my balls to swell and churn, until after a week, I had a veritable salami between my legs, with egg sized nuts in a musky, furry sack. The team took notice too, and started calling me Donkey. a nickname that encompassed my densely packed bulk, my large pendulous cock, and the always constant reek of musty stink coming off my body.

It was at this point that my mother tried to stop the whole thing. She cried when she watched my grades plummet, watched me get bigger, brawny and brutish, while out nightly dinner talks about the day and world news skidded to a halt, replaced by football, coach, the team, girls. My dad however, loved every moment! He’d even helped me move out all of my nerdy crap from my room, to replace it with a  weight bench and a shelf for future trophies.

After practiced and the changed to my body, coach had me work up my arms to beefy, thick bulging dense pythons, my biceps rounded, with a vein running down its length even at resting. My chest as well, widened my shoulders and held my pads up like a statue. I was quite built now, lumbering round at about 162lbs, when he stopped me after a grueling workout, held my head in his hands and said it was time for the last details in my reparations for ruining his star player.

I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, as he brought out a tin with gel inside, a pair of cleats that looked about 4 sizes too big, and a jockstrap and cup that seemed to pulsate menacing in his hand. without pause, he greased up his gloved hands and smeared the gel into my hair. it burned, and smelled of sulfur. I thought he was going to make me bald! Until I felt my hair thickening, rustling on its own with the gel mixing with my sweat, leaving me with an oddly boyish, yet decidedly bro-like Bieber cut. I could see my reflection in one of the mirrors, my hair was that of one of those pretty boys you see on TV! Thick and luscious, styled perfectly to the side, it’d stay like this without effort, as I found out soon after.

Then he forced me to sit on the bench behind me, took off my size 12 workout sneakers, tossed them across the room into a bin for lost and found items, and stuffed my feet into the huge cleats he’d brought in. My bare foot sunk into the sole of the cleat, feeling its warm, slimy texture. It felt like it’d recently been warn by a whole team during a month’s worth of games and practices. My feet itched intensely, all I could do was grunt In protest as the material seemed to tighten around my toes. Odd though, they didn’t seem to be moving. Hearing a few harsh, cracking pops and feeling searing pain in my feet, then a disgusting, foul smell rising upward, Coach took the cleats off, and I was staring down at a pair of size 16 boats. Long splayed toes shining with sweat in the fluorescent lighting, stinking up the room, looking masculine and raunchy. He covered his nose with his collar and muttered, “fucking athlete’s foot, always brutal” as I felt the burning sensation between my toes.

Then, as I tried to use my new strength to break Coach’s hold on me, he pulled down my gym shirts, then my jockstrap, letting my hefty, hairy meat free. He wolf whistled, giving me a wink as he slipped the jockstrap up my legs, then stuffed the cup in the pouch, hefting my cock and balls into it. I was right, it was pulsating! It felt like it was gripping my package, squeezing hard, then letting go, repeating over and over rhythmically. As it did so, I could feel my balls churning up a thick, heavy load, while a sudden head rush seemed to knock my brain out of my skull. I felt high, dizzy, horny, as my entire body seemed to warm up, then it felt like I was boiling on the inside, as a dim, dull rag seemed to fill my head. I felt my crotch start to itch, and a burning in my throat. I grunted, them moaned, my voice cracking harshly upward, embarrassingly, before dropping low and dumb, a deep, dim sounding baritone rumble.

M head filled with thoughts of wild, aggressive games, fucking like a stallion, working out till I couldn’t move, all while the cup seemed to milk up a steady drizzle of precum that, I’d find out later, would continue to pour from me at the slightest thought of passing glance of a pretty chick. I felt the need to pound my opponents into the dirt on the field, my whole body in fire, as coach whispered all my new desperate desires for sports, sex, being a man, filling me with pent up needs. Then, he ripped the jock and cup off me as my eyes rolled back in my head, told me to get changed into the outfit you see above, for my Team photo in the yearbook. I grunted, “fuck yeah” and dressed, stating at the Smelly brute, with the pretty boy good looks and dim, no brains behind the eyes state, as he took my photo, and I filled my pants with cum.

Meant to Be - Part Eight: Silence

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Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy @falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses@theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues @phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @aceplaysbass @ilesserpanda@kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla @marquisdelargebagutte @cant-we-just-dance @commandergreysonpike @abbyg14 @ixhadbadxdays @iamindeedapotato @pipindaae @gad-jefferson @series-killerr @creepycute08 @viliantv @brienne-evenfall @sunshinerainbowunicorn @trickstrqueen @liv-livingafandomlife @gamzeenmakara @ham-for-ham @fruityfrootloops @canyoubemyfour @whimsicalfangirlthings @kakapo-the-owl-parrot @ssnips @iimnotyourson @theonethatscalledtay

Word Count: 2485

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks

Dedicated to: @falling-open, @jamiltonhivemind, and @sovroski for drawing me tHE BEST ART PLEASE YOU ARE ALL AMAZING 

also @mymintispeeling for adding tags that literally make me laugh out loud (ex. #we’re reaching new tips of the yikesberg)

A/N: this is a lot… i feel like it’s badly organized aaah, but enjoy anyway <3


“You can’t be in here.”

“He was just trying to work on his art project.”

“School’s over, boys. Pack up your things and leave.”

“He can’t! He passed out.”

“That’s not my problem. We could have a lawsuit on our hands if the board found out one of you got hurt when the school’s supposed to be closed.”

“With all due respect, sir, that’s not my problem.”

John’s eyes cracked open slightly. His mouth felt dry. His head was pounding. He blinked twice to clear his vision, and tried to take in his surroundings. He was staring at a pair of loafer-clad feet. He was very close to the floor, but his head felt cushioned. He rolled his head to look up, and found himself staring at Aaron’s chin, set forward defiantly. He realized then that his head was nestled into the boy’s lap.

Aaron looked down when John shifted his head, and his eyes brightened. “John, you’re awake! Are you okay?”

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Meant For Each Other

Originally posted by robinllordtaylor


Pairing: Bucky x Reader (female)

Summary: reader is finishing school while trainer with The Avengers. She and Bucky are close friends and both have feelings for each other but are too afraid to say anything. When reader is injured during a mission drill, Bucky insists on taking care of her. Feelings surface more and they are forced to discuss the situation. 

Warnings: injuries, blood (i think), mentions of self doubt, LOTS of FLUFF 
also, I didn’t edit this so I apologize if there are any mistakes.


*Reader POV* 

“Can you not, Stark?” I said as Tony continued to probe me with his new invention. 

“I need to test it on someone,” he replied. 

“Well, I’m not in the mood to be poked and shocked.” 

“It;s not shocking you. It’s sending waves through your body to see how it effects the neural system. And it looks like it’s giving negative feedback.” 

“Why don’t you do this to Steve or Bucky. Someone who won’t be brain damaged if it doesn’t work.” 

Just as I said that, Bucky walked into the room and said, “my brain has been tampered with enough already so I think I’ll pass.” 

I felt like an idiot for saying what I said. But how could I have known Bucky was going to walk into the room? 

I felt my heart stop, and skip a beat. I’ve liked Bucky for longer than I can remember. He was my best friend, which made it harder to hold those feelings back. Other than Steve, I am the only one who has seen Bucky as himself. The nightmares, the good days, the bad days. That goofy he smile he gets when we joke around. And all the intimate moments we’ve had. 

Not intimate like sex, even though I dream about more often than I care to admit. But intimate like telling our dreams and fears. When I fall sleep next to him, or when he comforts me, or vice versa. Those to me are way more intimate than having sex because you have to be able to trust the person to not betray you when you let your guard down. 

Bucky and I are close. We do things like a couple. He cares for me and is over protective, and so am I. But neither one of us has mentioned feelings. Despite what Steve says, I am afraid to lose what I already have with Bucky. So I keep my mouth shut. 

Tony hit another button on his toy and it sent another shock through my body. “Dammit, Tony. Get these things off my face,” I said. “I’ve had a really bad day and I just want to relax.” 

“But I-” 

“Tony, take it off. She’s looking pale and like she’s ready to pass out,” Bucky said. He had that look in his eyes. The one he has when he’s on the verge of getting angry. None of us dare to mess with him when he has that look. 

“Fine,” Tony said and detached me from his device and left the common room. 

I sighed and stood up, walking past Bucky and to my room. I shut the door, not realizing that Bucky may have wanted to talk. But the day I had was shit and I just needed to be alone for a few minutes since Tony took up most of my time I was supposed to have for myself. 

I laid down on my bed and drifted off to sleep. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

About an hour later, I heard a light knock on my door. It woke me from my slumber, but I was too groggy to move. I knew it was Bucky. It was never anyone else. 

The door opened and shut. I felt the bed dip, and the cool touch of Bucky’s metal hand. He took the spot next to me, then pulled me onto him so my head was resting on his chest. I took in his familiar scent and immediately felt comforted. 

“How are you feeling,” he asked. “Did the nap help?” 

“Well, it wasn’t finished so I wouldn’t know.” I meant it as a joke, but I was still tired and mumbled the words and it didn’t have the effect I wanted it to. 

“Awe, I’m sorry,” he cooed. He brushed his lips over the top of my head. But that’s all it was. A brush. Never quite a kiss. 

“It’s okay. I just had a long day and coming home to Tony’s bullshit didn’t help at all. 

“What happened at school today?” 

I yawned and said, “I have a history final coming up in a week and my professor gave us a mock exam today for practice and I completely blew it. I got like maybe a quarter of the answers correct and this shit is worth fifty percent of my grade. I’m screwed, Buck.” 

“No, you’re not,” he said, his flesh hand massaging my back. “I’ll help you study. Did you forget that I’m a century old? I lived through half the stuff your learning. I even caused some of it…” he said the last sentence kind of hushed. 

“Oh yeah. You don’t look a day over ninety-nine,” I joked. 

“Gee, thanks.” 

“You’re welcome,” I said and looked up at his face. His icy blue eyes stared down at me and I watched as a smile crept onto his face. “What?” I asked. 

“Nothing. There’s just a certain glow about you tonight.” 

I looked away, embarrassed and my cheeks turning hot. I love it when he compliments me like that. I sat up and stared forward. I tried to supress the ecstatic smile with a small one. 

“Was it something I said?” 

“What? Oh, no. Not at all, Buck. You’re just one of the very few people that actually treat me like a person.” 

“You are a person, (y/n). You’re my person. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

I smiled again. We stared at each other for a couple of seconds. We leaned into each other, but stopped a few inches short. “I… uhh… I’m gonna get something to eat. Do you want anything?” 

“No,” I said. “I’m not hungry. I think I’ll just get ready for bed.” I was slightly disappointed that what I wanted ti happen, didn’t. 

“Alright. Get some rest. Don’t forget we have that mission drill in the morning.” I nodded. Bucky got up and started making his way to the door. “Come get me if you need anything.” I nodded again and Bucky. I fell back on my bed and groaned. 

“Just tell him,” I heard Steve shout from his bedroom which was next to mine. I rolled my eyes and groaned again. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

I groaned and stood up. Tony just blasted me with one of the new cannons on his suit. “I’m on your team, you idiot!” I shouted. 

“I’m sorry. I guess I like using you as a test dummy,” he shouted back. 

“Fuck off, Stark!” 

“(y/n), watch your language,” Steve said as he walked up behind me. “We need to get the flag.” 

“So this is a game of capture the flag. How mature.” 

“Essentially, yes. But in this case the flag is supposed to represent a new, highly dangerous weapon.” 

“And we want it why?” 

“So the bad guys don’t get it and take over the world,” he said and gave me a small smile. 

“Got it,” I nodded. I watched as Tony blasted the Hulk into the air. 

“I’ll take the left and create a diversion. You’ll take the right. You’ll need to keep an eye out for Nat, but Vision with have you covered for the most part. Bucky will be waiting for you on the other side. Then you two need to get passed Hawkeye and take the weapon. Got it?” 

“Yeah. Let’s go.” I ran out. I took my gun and shot a water tank sitting near by. The thing exploded and water pooled onto the street, soaking Thor completely. 

I saw Bucky, and I thought I was in the clear when Nat roundhouse kicked me to the ground. 

“You need to have eyes everywhere,” she advised. “But good call on the water tank.” 

It took me a few minutes, but eventually I got her tired enough. One good blow to her face sent her to the ground long enough for me to reach Bucky. I took off after that. But the Hulk picked me up and through me fifty feet to where Bucky was. I hit hard. I couldn’t move at first, then I felt a cool metal hand on my skin. 

“(y/n), are you okay?” 

“I can’t move, Bucky. My… my chest. And my head.” 

Bucky touched my right side and I screamed. “You might have broken a couple of ribs.” 

“The flag…” 

“Forget the flag. You need medical attention.” 

“What’s going on,” Steve asked. 

“(y/n)’s down,” Bucky responded. She can’t move.” 

“Alright. She’s done. Take her to the med bay and I’ll take over from here.” 

Bucky picked me up gently and carried me back. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

I laid in my bed in pain. I had a concussion and three cracked ribs. I was beyond irritated. I was doing so well and for me to blow a fake mission… Maybe I wasn’t cut out to be a part of the Avengers.  

I stood up, wincing as I moved. My ribs didn’t hurt as much as they did when it first happened. I was trying to find my history notebook and textbook. I figured I should study if I was going to be stuck in bed for the next couple of days. I remembered I had left them in my backpack. It was hard to bend over, so I squatted down. But before I could reach my bag, someone took hold of my arm and pulled me up. I turned to find Bucky. He had insisted on taking care of me. 

“What are you doing out of bed?” 

“Getting my notebook.” 

“You need to get back in bed,” he said sternly. 

“I need to study,” I said back. 

“(y/n), don’t argue with me. Get back in bed.” 

“No,” I deadpanned and turned back towards my bag. I winced as I tried to bend down again. 

“Why are you always so stubborn?” 

“Why can’t you just leave me alone? You’re not my boss, you’re not my boyfriend. You can’t tell me what to do!” I stared at Bucky’s face. I don’t yell at him often. Especially not like that. But these injuries have made me very irritable and the fact that I’ve been around Bucky for most of the day didn’t help either.  

“Guess I’ll have to change that then,” he growled. His hands came up to my face and he crashed his lips against mine. His lips were softer than I imagined. He kissed me slowly, passionately. I would have wrapped my arms around his neck, but lifting them would hurt too much. So I just clutched his shirt in my fists. He tasted so good. Sweet and warm. Like freshly made cotton candy. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine. “Please, get back in bed,” he asked gently. 

“Okay,” was all I said. He helped me back into bed. He sat next to me, sitting so that I could rest on his chest comfortably. 

“I’m sorry, Bucky.” I said. “I’m just… I’m mad at myself. I’ve been doing so well in training and then I blow a fake mission. It makes me think that I’m not meant for this. And I’m a coward because I was never able to admit my feelings for you, and then they just kept piling up. And school… I know I’m doing good, but I can feel myself slipping and I don’t know what to do.” 

Bucky kissed the top of my head. Finally. “You were picked for this team for a reason. It was just a fluke. Banner should have never tossed you like that. It wasn’t your fault. And school, I’ll help you with that. I already told you I would.” He paused. “And I was no better with confessing my feelings. I’ve loved you longer than I can remember. I was scared of losing you by saying anything, so I just didn’t.” 

“I love you too, Bucky.” 

“Good,” he said and kissed my head again. “Whatever it is, we can get through it together. As for studying, you have time. Right now you need to sleep and recover from your head injury.” 

“Fine,” I yawned. 

“Go to sleep. I’ll be right here. I’m not gonna go anywhere. Except maybe the bathroom at some point…” 

I chuckled, and then sucked in a breath of pain. “Don’t make me laugh! It hurts too much.” 

Bucky chuckled in return. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to keep my charm to a minimum.” 

I rolled my eyes, but kept a smile on my face. 

“Sweet dreams, doll.” 

“Hmm,” I hummed before I fell asleep in Bucky’s arms


When you’re getting super close with another member

softredamancy : BTS reaction to you getting super close with another member ~

Namjoon

Namjoon trusts you. If he had to worry, you would never be his girlfriend. So naturally, he doesn’t mind you being close to the boys. When he comes in the practice room where you’re dancing with Hoseok, you only see his precious smile and his cute dimples. You and Hobi dance ‘till the music ends, and Joonie sits on the floor to watch you. When the music is over, you whine and fall into Hoseok’s arms, panting and sweating like a pig. Namjoon bursts out laughing « Now you understand why it’s so hard to rehearse with Hope ! » You sigh and shake your head in approval, making Hobi & Namjoon laugh. You try to catch your breath as you say « I need a shower. » You hug Hoseok and thank him for taking his precious time to give you a dance lesson. Hobi pinches your cheeks “It was fun, Y/N. Let’s do it again soon !” You take Namjoon’s hand and you get out of the room. As you go to the bathroom to take a warm shower, you ask your boyfriend if he wants to help you out. You know his answer, right ?

Taehyung

You’re watching Netflix with Yoongi, his arm on the back of the couch, just above your head. The door opens and your boyfriend quickly takes a look of of Yoongi & you before sitting next to you. Just when Taehyung reaches for your hand, Yoongi & you burst out laughing. Your head falls on Yoongi’s shoulder as he giggles « It’s so stupid… Aiiishh, this show is too much…». You take Tae’s hand and look at him but your smile fade when you see how annoyed he looks. You say quietly « It’s almost over, can you wait a little more ? » Taehyung doesn’t respond and turns his eyes towards the tv screen. When it’s over, you shake your hand on Yoongi’s hair and wish him goodnight. You take your boyfriend’s arm and as you walk to his bedroom, you ask him what’s wrong. Taehyung stops and pushes you gently against the wall. « What’s between you and Yoongi hyung ? » You raise an eyebrow, surprised by his question. « Well, we have the same tastes in many things, and he’s very funny. I like to hang out with him when you’re playing with Kookie. What kind of question is it ? » Taehyung sighs and clenches his jaw. « I’m jealous. » You can’t help but laugh as you cup his face with your hands. « You’re too cute, Taetae. I’m gonna eat you alive. » Taehyung smiles and lets you kiss him, already forgetting why he was annoyed ten seconds ago.

Jin

When he finds you sharing earphones with Namjoon in the living-room, Jin gets a little upset even if he knows he doesn’t have to worry. It’s just the view of your shoulder resting on his chest… He can’t help but feeling annoyed by that. As he walks towards you, he can hear you and Joonie talking quietly about the song you’re listening to. Jin sits next to you, his hands on your knee as he asks what the name of the song. Namjoon smiles to Jin and puts the song on speakers so you can all enjoy it. You press Jin’s hand in yours and offer him a sweet smile « Just listen to it, babe, it’s amazing. » You seem really excited about the song and Jin can’t help but feels guilty about his stupid jealousy, especially when you’re as loving and caring as right now. Even Namjoon manages to make him feel stupid when he gets up and winks « It’s time for me to give my two favorites love birds some alone time… » Jin chuckles and sends a kiss to his husband friend and passes his arms around you, smiling like an idiot when you begin to drop kisses on his cheek.

Hoseok

Comfortably sit on the couch behind the boys, you’re playing with Kookie’s hair while he’s playing video games with Tae. Hoseok walks in the living-room and gets immediately annoyed when he sees your hand caressing Jungkook’s hair. Hobi comes closer, just behind you, to passes his arms around your neck. He whispers in your ear « Come with me, babe… » You don’t move, eyes on the tv screen and say with a soft voice « Let me just watch the end of this session… » Hobi sneers and gently pulls your hair to get closer to your ear, whispering with an almost inaudible voice « Come with me, now. » You clench your lips together,  not knowing if you have to be scared or turned on. You get up after patting Kookie’s head and Hobi drives you to the bedroom, his hand firmly clenched around your wrist. When you’re alone in his room, you press his hands and ask « Are you mad at me ? » Hoseok crosses his arms and leans his head on the side, giving you a cold glance « I don’t know, should I ? » You look at him, completely clueless. Hobi sighs again and groans « It looks like you like Jungkook a little bit too much. » You can’t hold your laugh but stop when you realize he’s being dead serious. You come closer to him and pouts, your arms around his waist « Please, stop. Kookie is my little brother, I like him very much but he’s not my boyfriend, right ? I’m yours. » Hoseok stays silent for a few seconds, his eyes still cold, but when you lean to kiss him, his hands slips on your neck to deepen the kiss.

Yoongi

He’s done with his work for tonight and gets up to join you in the living-room. Everybody’s here, just chilling before dinner. You’re laughing with Jimin on the couch and both of you have tears rolling down your cheeks. To keep balance since you’re laughing so hard, your hand is on his thigh and Jimin’s hand is gripping your arm. You’re laughing like two crazy people and make everyone in the room laugh except Yoongi who’s silently walking towards you. He sits next to you and puts his arms around your shoulders as you calm down. Jimin looks at you and gives you a playful smile before leaving the couch to join Taehyung in the kitchen. You sigh and massage your tummy, feeling the enjoyable pain after laughing slowly so hard. You take Yoongi’s hand and cross your fingers with his. Yoongi smiles at you and asks you why you were both laughing so much. You tell him and don’t expect him to laugh (he never laughs at anything involving you and another boy) but his little chuckle is enough to make you jump to kiss him. Yoongi puts you on his lap and kisses you back but Hobi’s voice stops him « Get a room ! » Yoongi leans to look at him and reply with his famous resting bitch face « She’s my girl, I do what I want to do. ». You feel the goosebumps on your skin and look at your boyfriend like he was the 8th wonder of the world.

Jimin

You spent all afternoon shopping with Jin and you come back to the dorm with arms loaded with bags, giggling together like two kids. You help him put everything in place and thank him again for letting you go with him. Jin smiles « No, thank you Y/N, it was fun ! » You hug him and smiles when you see your boyfriend walking in. You take his hand and kiss his cheek before he leads you to his room. Jimin doesn’t say anything as you both sits on his bed, but you know he’s annoyed. You don’t know why, though. You pinch his arms and Jimin sighs « Why didn’t you text me back ? » You push aside your shopping bags and fall on the bed « I replied to every texts except the last one because we were on our way home… » Jimin lies next to you and stares at the roof « It sounds like you had a lot of fun with Jin hyung… » You turn your head to look at his pouty face and chuckle « Are you jealous, baby mochi ? » Jimin stays silent but the answer is yes. You laugh again and straighten up to straddle him. You lean down to give him a peck and whisper against his mouth « You’re cute when you’re jealous… » Jimin laugh in the most sexiest way and kisses you as he grabs your ass.

Jungkook

After eating like pigs at lunch, you and Tae needed to lie down for a second, feeling like you were gonna explode. You both fell asleep, obviously. Now you’re napping next to Taehyung, your head on his shoulder and his leg on top of yours. Jungkook enters the bedroom and sighs, upsets to see you so close to his best friend. He knows you don’t mean to hurt him, and he knows it’s kinda his fault if you’re so close to him. You three are always together, doing almost everything together… Sometimes, you even have to remind your boyfriend you need some time alone with him. Jungkook just can’t be mad at you. He gently moves Tae’s leg off you and takes you on his arms. When you huddle up against his neck in your sleep, your nose pocking his ear, Jungkook’s heart skips a beat. All his anger disappears instantly and he tighten his embrace as he walks toward the corridor to gently put you on his bed. He lies down next to you and hugs you tight, kissing the top of your head. The way you settle up against him, whispering his name in your raspy voice, is enough to lighten up his heart.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I was wondering how would the S boys react if their s/o were kind of shy and liked to be alone in her room. Thanks and have a nice day! :3

Hello there! Thank you for requesting dearie~ Also thank you to everyone else who requested! I’m so happy with the amount of requests I’m receiving (hopefully I can keep up! ^^”)


Shu: At first he’d probably just leave you alone saying that it’s too troublesome to try to get you to come out of your room. However, as the hours tick by and the mansion gets quieter, he starts to find subtle ways to try to lure you out of your room. When all else fails, he’d straight up teleport into your bed and wrap his arms around your waist, snuggling into your hair. When you protest he’d play it off like he was just doing whatever he felt like doing but he secretly missed you~
“Stop squirming, you troublesome woman. Hm? I’m here cause I feel like it, okay? So noisy… ”

Reiji: Don’t expect this man to always respect your personal boundaries lmao. He wouldn’t mind most of the time, at least you aren’t as loud and obnoxious as Ayato. He’d have no problem leaving you be, perhaps slipping the occasional cup of tea onto your dresser table if you left to another room. However, if you were to blatantly disobey an order he gave you because you were “shy and wanted to be left alone” oh bOi. He would see it as a weak excuse and demand that you get out of your room at once so he can give you a thorough disciplining~
“ ‘No’? … I know you didn’t just disobey me. Come out. Now. It seems your manners are still lacking rather severely.”

Ayato: He’d be totally oblivious unless you tell him straight up you wanted to be alone (and trust me, I wouldn’t recommend that 😂). He’d probably barge right in and yell at you to make him Takoyaki or play basketball with him. Maybe he had some story about a kid he beat in dodgeball at school or something. Needless to say, he wouldn’t even notice your discomfort and would disregard your splutters of “get out!” as he rants on. When you finally get him to stop and tell him you just prefer to be by yourself due to your shyness he’d stare at you wide eyed. How could you possibly not want to be around him? He’s fucking great! And you’re his s.o. You’re supposed to think he’s fucking great too!
“Huh?? What’d ya mean? You didn’t really think if you just locked the door I’d leave you alone did you? You’re too funny, chichinashi. Now, give ore-sama your blood~”

Laito: At first he’d think you were just avoiding him for fun. Almost like a game. He’d say perverted things to you through the door to try to get you flustered enough to come out and tell him off. When he found out you were simply too shy to come out, his words only became increasingly dirty. One day he’d reach his limit. Teleporting silently into your room, he moved swiftly, as agile as a cat, and pinned you down to the bed. A dirty blush would coat his cheeks as he aimed to make his spoken words a reality.
“Ahh, I’ve waited so long to see that expression~ There’s no need to be shy around me, bitch-chan. I can give you all the confidence you need~~”

Kanato: This would not fly with him at all. After not even ten minutes of your alone time passes, he’d probably tell you to go bake him something or play with him. If you were to refuse, he’d immediately get suspicious and demand that he be let inside. Saying no would result in a lot of screaming and borderline terrifying pounding on the door. If you choose to let him in, however, perhaps he wouldn’t mind spending some time with you alone without his brothers there to interrupt you. He secretly enjoys the quiet moments you two share in your room (but he’d never admit it)
“Let’s just stay here, alright? My idiot brothers can’t bother us, and I’m not letting you stay in here without me, so you don’t have a choice.”

Subaru: To be honest he wouldn’t want to intrude on your personal space but he’d be concerned for you. (He’d never show it though hA) He’s learned from his childhood that a closed door can hold back a lot happening on the other side. He’d probably freak out if you didn’t respond through the door fast enough and he’d punch it down to make sure you’re okay, only to find you peacefully asleep or with your headphones in. If you ask him what’s wrong you’d get a rush of flustered dialogue like
“What?! N-no I don’t fucking care what you’re doing it’s just- I just don’t like this fucking door fuck you!”

FANFIC * NESSIAN * PART TWO

Originally posted by felipemilckman


Nessian Part Two by L.J. Lafleur

Glasses and goblets clinked, bursting laughter filled my ears. I shook my head to rid the noise, at first it worked but then it only grew louder. A gurgling growl erupted from my stomach, an acidic churn twisted around my insides. Instinctively, my hands braced myself against the bed post. It wasn’t my power, just hunger. The laughter grew louder, knives cutting against vegetables and porcelain. A distant headache formed in the back of my head.  

My stomach growled again, this time louder than I had ever heard before. “Curse you,” I muttered to myself, staring down at my stomach, covered in a jade chiffon dress. My sleeves came down to my wrists, trimmed with embroidered golden leaves. It was my first time wearing a color other than black-since the war. Since everything changed…again.  

I tilted my head trying to remember when I last time ate. It’s not that I didn’t eat anymore, I just didn’t eat with company. I raised my chin, straightening my back and headed towards the dining room. They were all there, all enjoying one another’s company-even Azriel had simpered as he passed a plate of what looked like green beans to Elain.

The room hushed, even Elain silenced herself when I trudged closer. I hadn’t seen some of them for weeks… including Mor, not that I wanted to see her any sooner than necessary.

Rhysand, with an unwavering smile, gestured towards the empty seat saved for me. “Nesta, I’m so pleased you could join us.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi there, I've read some of your Jikook analyses and thought i'd share something strange I noticed about the vlive "BTS: Live in Tokyo".. So you know how J-Hope starts the broadcast and visits Jimin? And later V enters the room? I noticed that if you pay close attention to the open door behind V at 12:27-29, there is literally a hand sticking out of the door and it kinda looks like Jungkook's. Basically, "someone" is hiding in Jimin's room. Btw sorry if you've already noticed this

I remember someone messaging me about this before. I didn’t really notice anything, of course,kookmin world posted a video about it (but i can’t find the post and idk why). And I mean, i think it could be true?? I’ll summarize what kookmin worlds old video said with some pictures and time frames and y’all can see for yourself and then ill give my opinion. 

1. the “hand” that the anon is talking about (at 12:28 in the bottom right)

2. both tae and hoseok left, we know that. yet when jimin is “alone” in his room, a person passes by and you can see the reflection on the tv. jimin then looks off screen and laughs. (16:07)

3. jimin often looks off camera, directly at something else and laughs. he also angles the camera in specific ways so that he’s not filming the bed (like at 17:14). 

4. you can hear the sound of a camera shutter go off, and it’s obviously not jimin’s phone. (17:29)

5. I think kookmin worlds video had something to do with talking as well?? but i forget so lol. 

Anyways, as far as I’m concerned, there’s someone in the room, but that doesn’t mean that it’s jungkook. it could be another member, a staff, or something like that. From what I noticed and remembered from kookmin world’s post, there’s no direct evidence that it’s jungkook. of course, it’d be super cool if it were, but I’m not super convinced. This is all my opinion though lololol. 

Daryl x Reader - Together we are strong (One shot)

MASTERLIST

9. seriously? you want him over me?

10. Don’t touch me

28. It just happened
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Fandom: The Walking Dead
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Prompt taken from hyenaswritings ‘s list

English is not my first language so, sorry for eventual grammatical errors.

Set on season 7

Warning: fluff, sexual situation, Daryl’s gonna be a daddy ♥

Again, this was supposed to be a drabble, but I got carried away

Plot: (Y/n) and Daryl reunite at Hilltop. Weeks later, (Y/n) has a surprise for him


“Daryl?”
He’s here, he’s in front of me, I need to reach him so I can finally be in his arms.
That’s what I do, I start running, I need to feel him, I need to know that he’s real.
When I finally reach him, I almost trip him over.
He was crying so I start to kiss his tears away.
I place small kisses everywhere, onto his neck, on his cheeks, and finally I kiss him on the lips.
I pour all my feelings into this kiss, just like him, who doesn’t want it to end.
Eventually we need to separate: “Thank god you’re ok, I thought he did something to you”.
I really wanted to spend some time alone with my man, but there are more important issues to talk about: Negan and his Saviours.
With this on our mind, we start to walk with our group…our family, to the Hilltop’s mansion for discussing a plan to take over the Sanctuary.
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Later that night, I decide to stay at the Hilltop with Daryl.
After Jesus lead us to our room and closed the door, I reach to Daryl and hug him again.
After a while he lean down and starts a slow kiss.
Minutes passed and his tongue parts my lips, turning the kiss into a more passionate one.
Daryl stop kissing me just to take away my shirt and then start to place little kisses on my neck.
I tug his…well… more likely Jesus’ shirt and, when we’re both naked as the day we were born, we lay down on the bed and finally became one.
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Daryl slump on me, I could feel his heavy breath on my neck.
After a few minutes he lay down beside me.
I lean my head on his chest while he puts his arms around my hips.
With him so close to me, the sound of his heart that’s music for my ear, I can say that there’s no place I rather be.
The silence is broken with the sound of Daryl’s raspy voice: ”Why (Y/n?)…..why that day you decide to put yourself into my same situation? You could’ve be safe”.
My mind start to wonder to that day at the Sanctuary.
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After the line-up, me and Daryl were taken to the Sanctuary because of our “insoburdination”.
He wanted to protect Rosita; even though she and Abraham weren’t a thing anymore, she was suffering, and Negan was harassing her.
When I saw that man with half scarred face, aim with Daryl’s crossbow, at his head, I acted on instinct, I stood up to run for him but Negan grabbed me by my arm and drag me onto him, with my back on his chest: “Now, now babygirl, where the fuck are you going?”
“Don’t touch me!”
“Feisty, I like that”
He spun me around and I locked my eyes with his, anger could be read on my face
“What’s your name sweetheart?”
“Don’t call me like that! I’m not your sweetheart!”
Negan grinned: “Let me guess, are you his sweetheart?”
I looked down, what if he hurt Daryl because of me?
Apparently he didn’t really need an answer: “God fuckin’damn! An hot girl like you with that redneck?” he, then, grabbed my chin with his fingers and smiled: “Dwight! Load…what was his fuckin’ name babydoll?”
I stayed in silence and that irritates him:” SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TO!” he growled
“Daryl, his name is Daryl! But please, let him go! He’s wounded! Take me instead”
That seem to interest him…he grinned again: “ you know what? I’ll fuckin’ take the both of you with me”.
After that, me and Daryl got separated I was throw in a cell and left there for days.
Probably three days has passed when that scarred face guy, who name’s Dwight come to pick me up.
I was dragged to a room, It was small but there were all the comforts: a tv, a kitchen, a bed and a bathroom. Oh God what would I do for a shower!
Suddenly Negan entered the room, and walk toward me: “Even with that grime on you, you’re fuckin’ beautiful babydoll”
“What do you want?”
“Right to the point, you’re fuckin’perfect! Alrighty, since it’s a shame to put a pretty fuckin’ flower like you on fence duty, what do you say to become one of my wives?”
I looked at him in shock: “Do you really think that, after what you do to my friends I would become one of your whore? Besides, I already have an husband, and I’ll be faithful to him until my death”
The truth is that Daryl isn’t my husband, but I consider him like one. I will never betray him like this.
He was taken aback: “seriously? You want him over me?”
I nodded.
“Very fuckin’well babydoll, you made your choice”.
I stayed on fence duty for a while, I didn’t see Daryl, probably he was in another part of the Sanctuary’s fence.
When Negan paid a second visit to Alexandria, and killed Olivia and Spencer, I snapped out so he decided to leave me there, saying that Daryl will pay for that.
That’s the reason I couldn’t believe my eyes when we found him at the Hilltop; somehow he knew that Negan asked me to became one of his wives.

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I look into his eyes before say: “ Let’s say that I’ve already an husband, and he’s all I askin’ for”.
Daryl get up on to lean on his elbow: “Are you askin’ me to marry you?”
We both laugh:” Well, after we take care of Negan, we will have a lot of free time, so why don’t spend it making a family on our own?”
Daryl smiles and kiss me on my nose: “That’s a good idea sunshine”.
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We spent weeks planning what to do against Negan, and during this time I didn’t feel so well, moreover I was late on my period so, since there’s a doctor here at the Hilltop I decided to let him check me up.
“Ok, (Y/n) after what you say to me, I think that there is a possibility of a pregnancy, I can give you a pregnancy test, just to be 100% sure”.
“Yes please” I was shaking, I can’t be pregnant, now it’s not the time.
“Here you go, you can use the bathroom over there”.
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Here I am, 5 minutes later, with a positive pregnancy test in my hands.
How could I grow a child now? What if Negan defeat us? What he will do to us? What he will do to me and my baby?
Oh God, how I’m gonna tell Daryl? After our decision to wait to have a family, how can I tell him that he’ll be a father now?.
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door: “(Y/n), Daryl is looking for you, saying there’s a meeting now, I didn’t tell him you’re here but you should go.”
I sigh and go out, it’s time to face the real problem.
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“So, we all agree with this plan but the problem it’s still the same: the Saviours outnumber us, we need more people to fight by our side” Rick say.
In that moment I had an idea:” During the time spent at the Sanctuary, I listen some Saviours talk about a place called “the Kingdom”. Apparently, they trade with them, but they’re not on good terms, maybe they can help us”.
Everybody looked at me with smile on their faces.
Rick put an hand on my shoulder:” (Y/n), you’re a genius!”
Before I could answer, I started to feel sick, I had to throw up, so I sprint out on the hallway and run for the bathroom where finally I could puke.
I stay there for a few minutes, until I hear the bathroom’s door open, revealing my beloved redneck:”(Y/n) are you ok? It’s something wrong?”.
Seeing worry into his eyes, I couldn’t help but crying: “ Daryl…I’m pregnant”.

He didn’t know what to say:” Pregnant? How?”

I sigh: “It just happened, we weren’t careful enough”.
Daryl drag me to him and envelope me into an hug: “Oh Daryl, what we will do? We need every man we can to fight Negan, I can’t stay here doing nothing! However, I don’t want to get rid of it, he’s my baby…our baby”
I sobbed into his chest for a while, until he lift me, taking my chin to look at him.
He’s smiling! Daryl Dixon is smiling at me!
“Don’t worry sunshine, we’ll go through this together”, then he peck me on my lips.
“So … I’m gonna be a dad?”
I nodded:” Yes, you gonna be a dad”.
He lift me up and spin me around: “Then let’s go tell to our family”.

earned it (isaac lahey one-shot)

Originally posted by just-me-and-the-tv

Summary: On that lonely night you said it wouldn’t be love. But we felt the rush. It made us believe there was only us convinced we were broken inside.

Pairing: Isaac x OC

Rating: is sub!isaac a rating?


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