remember when we got in the wrong car

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Can you do an angsty piece where y/n is super super nice to harry but he's always a dick to her but she tries to brush it off even though it hurts her but one day it all gets too much and harry realises and tries to apologise and make it up to her pleaseee?

It was little things like forgetting to kiss you goodbye and accidentally ignoring you if you tried to talk to him while he was working on things. At first, you thought it must just be a sign of leaving the honeymoon phase. That’s all this was, it had to be.

But then the little things grow into things that sort of chip away at your self esteem, things that have you wondering if Harry even wants you around. You can’t remember the last time he told you he loved you. You’re not sure even the last time he asked you about your day or work or anything, really. You always asked him about his day, you let him vent about work, always hoping at the end of it he’d steer the conversation to you, but he hadn’t in a long time.

You keep working yourself up to say something to him, to ask him if he even wants you anymore, but you always chicken out. Instead, you listen to his breathing slow on the opposite side of the bed and cry yourself to sleep when he doesn’t reach for you.

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Bang bang alley ~ Part one

This picture is not mine and I don’t know who the original owner is, please let me know so I can credit.

A/N ~ After seeing this photo I got an idea for a Bigbang mafia AU, it gets off to a slow start but please bare with it, I promise it will full of action as well as twists. Happy reading.

Theme ~ Mafia/Gangster AU

Pairing ~ Reader x Choi Seung hyun x Bigbang

Series one ~ | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

Series two

“I’m really sorry honey, I know you’ve been look forward to it” Dong won, your boyfriend, said through the phone.

“It’s ok, really, I understand” You said cheerfully trying to hide the disappointment you felt inside.

“You’re so good to me. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks” the tone in his voice telling you he was smiling.

“Ok, I love you” you called in a sweet voice.

“We’re going into the meeting, I have to go” he said in a hurry and hung up before giving you a chance to respond.

You sighed as you put your phone on the bed beside you, you closed your eyes and lent your head back as the last remnants of the sun shone in from the large glass window you sat across from warming your skin as the light slowly faded.

He was always like this when he was away on a business trip, at least when he was at his work place he had his own office to talk to you in private in, he never backed away from telling you he loved you unless he was in front of his workers. You had teased him about it on many occasions and he always responded with the same thing, he was the boss and he couldn’t been seen to be soft, which is also why you were never allowed to visit him at his work. You had been dating for almost three years, the last twelve months you had spent living together and you hadn’t once been to his work or met anyone that he worked with but you just figured that was how it must be in the world of stock exchange.

You couldn’t complain, your life was anything less then perfect. You owned a successful fashion boutique in the heart of Seoul, you’re boyfriend spoiled you and his family accepted you even though you were a foreigner. His family was very traditional, you had thought that they would have taken one look at you and protested the relationship but they had been nothing but welcoming to you.

Your eyes snapped open with the sound of your phone ringing, the unique ringtone you had set for the caller letting you know exactly who it was.

“Hey” you said nonchalantly.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” Hyorin asked.

“It’s Dong won, he has to stay in Busan for a few more weeks” you said with a sigh.

“Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry, I know you were looking forward to your anniversary”

“It’s ok, his work comes first”

“Oh that’s shit, you’ve been planning that day for so long now and you’ve put so much effort into it” she scoffed.

“Really, it’s fine” you said as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt.

“Don’t you dare lie to me, I know you too well” she scolded you.

“It’s his job, what can I do about it?” you questioned throwing your hand in the air.

“Well…. You could get your mind off it by coming out with us tonight”

“I don’t know” you replied biting your lip.

“Oh come on, it’s just dinner and a few cocktails…. It’ll be fun”

“Ok, what time?”

“Half an hour, June is going to pick us up”

“See you soon then”

“Wear something sexy” Hyorin said and you giggled.

“You know me, when do I ever wear anything sexy?”

“Well at least wear a dress or something, see you soon babe”


You were right, you were never one to really wear anything deemed sexy or revealing. You were what a lot of people would call a plain Jane, it wasn’t that you didn’t get dressed up you just opted for a more modest look. Hyorin on the other hand was completely the opposite, she always wore the tightest fitting thing she could find and the more skin it exposed the better. Sometimes you wondered how you were such close friends but then maybe that’s why it worked, people do say that opposites attract, maybe that applied to best friends too.

You threw your phone back on the bed and wandered to your closet and pulled out your favourite dress, a baby doll cut covered in autumn shades of browns, reds and yellows, matched with your signature black flat slip on shoes. You left your hair in the bun you had put it in for work and retouched your make up, a plain stroke of eyeliner and some more mascara.

Just as you left the bathroom you heard a car honking, you knew without looking it was the girls. You grabbed your phone and your bag and headed out the door. When you got out side you were met with an excited screech followed by high pitched giggles, you smiled as you got in to Junes jeep knowing that you were in for a night fun.

“So where are we going?” June asked Hyorin.

“Well you remember that place I told you about?” Hyorin said with a sly smile.

“No, absolutely not” June said sternly.

“Oh come on, please” Hyorin pouted.

“What’s wrong?” you asked confused and June sighed back at you.

“She wants to take us to the ghetto” June said nonchalantly.

“It’s not the ghetto, this isn’t America” Hyorin laughed.

“Well it’s Seoul’s equivalent” June bit back.

“Come on, please” Hyorin pleaded as she battered her eyelashes.

“Fine, but if we get car jacked you’re buying me a new car”

June was right, the area did look bad, the buildings were all run down looking on the outside and covered in graffiti, the streets were dark, not a single street lamp was working. The cocktail bar on the other hand was a different story, on the inside at least, it looked like any other you had been in.

After dinner and a few cocktails the conversation turned to nostalgia.

“Ok, ok, ok, I’ve got one. My first was with my high school boyfriend at his parents house, he was this nerdy looking guy with big glasses and buck teeth, we did it in their lounge room and his parents caught us. I was absolutely mortified that his parents had seen me naked and I broke up with him so I wouldn’t have to see them again” June admitted as she shook her head and you all giggled.

“Mine was with the hottest bad boy, I lured him away from his girlfriend at a party one night and we did it in her car” Hyorin chuckled.

“That is so like you” June tisked.

“That’s not even the best part, I wanted him all for myself so I stuffed my underwear under her seat, it was two weeks before she even found them” Hyorin said before taking another sip on her drink.

“What about you _____?” June asked.

“Mine is boring compared to yours” you said as you twirled the stem of your glass.

“Come on just tell us” Hyorin said and you sighed.

“It was just after I moved here to go to college. I didn’t really know anyone so I put up a flyer offering English lessons, only one person turned up” you paused as you remembered the first time you laid eyes on him.

“Hi I’m Se…..” the young man that was stood at your door paused as he looked at you, his smile replaced with a look of shock.

“Is there something wrong?” you asked raising your eyebrows.

“No, I ah…. I just….. You’re not Korean” he stuttered.

“Is that a problem?” you questioned.

“No, not at all….. I was just expecting you to be” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Ok, well now we have that out of the way would you like to try and introduce yourself again?” you asked as you cocked your head making the man blush as he shifted uncomfortably, you had to bite your lip to suppress the giggle from erupting at how cute he looked when he was shy.

“Sorry, I’m Seung hyun” he said with a shy smile as he held his hand out.

“Nice to meet you Seung hyun, I’m _____” you smiled back as you took his hand to shake.

“Anyway” you said as you shook your head, trying to get rid of the memory you hadn’t thought about in years. “After a while we became close, one night he turned up on my door drunk and he confessed his love for me. I let him stay and I took care of him until he sobered up, I wanted to make sure he was genuine and that it wasn’t just the alcohol talking. When I told him that I felt the same one thing lead to another and well….”

“Aww that’s so sweet, so did you guys start dating?” June asked and you nodded your head. “How come you broke up?”.

“His family didn’t approve, they said that it was bringing shame to the family and that he should be with ‘one of his own kind'”

“Oh that’s so sad” June stated as she held her hands over her chest.

“Yeah” was all you said before downing the rest of your drink.

“Yah, why did we park so far away?” Hyorin whined as she trailed behind.

“Because there was no where else to park” June retorted.

The three of you had only walked two blocks and Hyorin was already tired on account of the enormous heels she decided to wear. When you turned on to the street that car was parked on the thud of a bass line hit you, you looked around trying to find evidence of a club or a car but there was nothing, only a half lit alley way with a handful of men standing around in it.

“Hey baby, where you goin?” one of the men shouted from the alley.

“Nowhere with you” Hyorin shouted back.

“Ah come on baby, let daddy show you how a real man does it” the man responded.

“You in the brown dress, you look like you need a good fuck to relieve some of that tension” another man yelled at you.

“No thank you” you responded as you kept walking.

“Stuck up bitch” he yelled and an eruption a laughter followed.

You weren’t sure what had gotten into you, normally you would have kept walking but something told you to give them a piece of your mind. You turned around and headed straight for the alley.

“So I’m stuck up because I won’t fuck a stranger who shouted at me from a dirty alley way?”

“See what I mean? Baby you’re way to tense, why don’t you let me help you with that?” the man with blonde hair said as he stepped closer to you. You scoffed and folded your arms across your chest.

“Baby you don’t look like you know the first thing about how to satisfy a woman.

Your eyes widened as you heard a familiar deep chuckle, one you hadn’t heard in years. You looked around at the men trying to find the source but none of them were him, your heart sank at the thought that the noise had just been in your head, until you saw a tall figure move in the dark. He stepped out from the dark corner as he took a drag of his cigarette, he looked so different from the man you had once know but his eyes were still the same.

“Seung hyun?” you called as you took a step closer.

He looked at you, his face painted with indifference and his eyes seemed to look straight through you.

“You know this stuck up bitch hyung?” the blonde man asked as he gave Seung hyun a tap on the arm.

Seung hyun looked at you silently for a moment as the corner of his jaw twitched, he never thought he would see you again after that night and here you were, standing in the same alley way, still as beautiful as he had remembered.

“Never seen her before” Seung hyun said sternly as he looked away from you and took another drag on his cigarette, he couldn’t bare to see the look of hurt that washed over your face with his words, even if you had hurt him in the past.

“We have to go” June said as she grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the alley.

“What is wrong with you?” you yelled as you pulled your arm out of her grip.

“What’s wrong with me, what the hell is wrong with you? Do you realise they are gang members?” she shouted back.

“What?” you asked visibly shocked.

“That is club Bang Bang, the alley way is the entrance, it’s the hang out of the Green Dragon gang…… Did you not see that tattoo on there hands?” Hyorin said almost scolding you.

“No, it couldn’t be” you said stunned.

You looked back to see Seung hyun staring at you, his hands in his pockets and look of almost sadness written on his face.

“Well it is, now get in” June said as she opened the door for you.

Seung hyun watched from the alley as you got inside the jeep and drove away, a feeling of guilt hit him in the chest as he thought about the look on your face when he denied knowing who you were. The truth was he had never stopped thinking about you since the day you left him, how could he, you were his first and only love.

“Hi, I’m Se…..” he paused as he laid his eyes on you, it was you, the one he had seen around campus, the only girl he had eyes for but was to shy to talk to.

“Is there something wrong?” you asked raising your eyebrows.

'How can I concentrate when she looks so cute?’ Seung hyun asked himself.

“No, I ah 'didn’t expect it to be you’…. I just 'have a massive crush on you’….. You’re not Korean” he stuttered trying to say the right thing and not make a fool of himself by blurting out what he really thought.

“Is that a problem?” you questioned.

'Shit, I fucked this up already’ Seung hyun scolded himself internally.

“No, not at all….. I was just expecting you to be” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Ok, well now we have that out of the way would you like to try and introduce yourself again?” you asked as you cocked your head.

Seung hyun felt his cheeks heat up out of embarrassment, he had only been talking to you for a few minutes and he already managed to fuck it up.

'God she looks so cute when she’s trying not to laugh’

“Sorry, I’m Seung hyun” he said with a shy smile as he held his hand out.

“Nice to meet you Seung hyun, I’m _____” you smiled back as you took his hand to shake.

remember when ed found a nearly dead oswald in the woods bc ed probably had to carry him out of there and into his car bridal style

mint chocolate chip

i got bored and i liked this idea so i ran with it. longer than i intended.. could probably turn into something longer. eh (simons pov) 


simon has a very bad week, and baz makes the mistake of grabbing the last tub of simon’s favorite ice cream

words: 2.4 k

this was the last straw. the last, very short straw of a number of shitty straws i had received this week.

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Common Theme

Request: Can i request #18 Bias is Mark Tuan and ur crush is Jackson ^^ 

18) Your bias tags along to buy your crush a gift when they are secretly crushing on you.

Member: Mark Tuan x Y/N

Type: fluff/angst

“So what says “I’m in love with you” but in like…a casual and uncommitted way?” I sighed, looking around the shop I had dragged Mark into. 

He looked up from the gossip magazine he had picked up, a fairly placid expression on his face. “But aren’t you looking to be committed?”

‘Well yeah,” I grumbled. “But I don’t want to freak him out.”

“You…freak…him out?” Mark stuttered, looking back down at the magazine. “Have you even met Jackson?”

‘What’s that supposed to mean?” I spat defensively. “Jackson is a great guy.”

“A great guy who kind of freaks everyone out,” Mark nodded with a smile. “What makes you crush so hard on him anyway?”

“Well..” I said quietly, beginning to play idly with a few items on the shelves. “He’s kind…and really smart…and good looking…and he makes me feel special.”

Mark made no attempt at masking his eye roll as he shut his magazine and stuffed it back into the rack. “He makes everyone feel special, Y/N.”

I bit the inside of my cheek as I stopped my pacing and spun to face my friend. I analyzed the matter of fact expression he was directing at me and furrowed my brows. Why was he trying to rain on my parade? 

“I know you’re a pessimistic realist, but I kind of think that’s just a fancy way of saying you’re an asshole,” I grumbled. 

“I am being a realist.” Mark sighed, following me along the shelves. “He makes everyone feel special. That’s his M.O.”

“M.O.?” I questioned. 

“Method of operation, modus operandi if you will,” Mark nodded. “Jackson gets off on making other people smile and feel loved. Making people happy makes him happy. There’s nothing wrong with that, but it can cause people to get the wrong idea sometimes.”

“So your saying I may have the wrong idea?” I asked, crossing my arms. I was growing less and less entertained with Mark’s position of shopping buddy. 

“I’m not saying that,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m just saying to be careful. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“And why do you care so much?” I groaned. “Ever since we got in the car you’ve been trying to talk me out of getting a gift. You’ve tried to talk me out of confessing.”

“Do you remember when you were convinced you were in love with Jinyoung?” Mark said bluntly, leveling me with a stare. “That’s why I’ve been trying to talk you out of this.”

“Look,” I sighed, trying to keep up the mental block I had built for the very situation he was referencing. “I was young and I was stupid.”

“You still are,” Mark chuckled. 

“Have I already went over you still being an asshole?” I spat, tilting my head. 

“Several times,” he nodded. “Now please, reconsider.”

“How am I ever supposed to find love and happiness if you beg me to reconsider every time I think I have feelings for someone?” I muttered. 

“Maybe if you didn’t keep having feelings for the wrong people, this wouldn’t be such a common theme in our friendship,” Mark whispered. 

I turned again. “And who are the right people Mark? Enlighten me, great knower of all things.”

“I don’t know,” Mark whispered, kicking at imaginary dirt. He looked away from me. “Just not my members…”

“Why?” I said again, pushing him for answers. I’ll admit, there was a time when I was very much convinced I was in love with Jinyoung, but that was the only other member of Got7 I had thought of having feelings for. I felt like it wasn’t completely my fault that I had fallen for several of Mark’s friends. They were a group of talented, extremely attractive, and kind men. 

“Because we’re friends, Y/N,” Mark groaned. “I don’t want you dating my friends. It’s too close. If it doesn’t turn out okay, it makes everything awkward for everyone.”

“Do you have inside intel or something? Have you been talking with Jackson? Does he not feel the same?” I whispered, turning into a tailspin of doubt. 

“I don’t know, and frankly I don’t give a shit,” Mark spat, turning away from me. “Just drop it, okay? I’m not asking anymore. I’m telling you.”

“You’re-you’re telling me?” I stuttered. I blinked quickly, trying to analyze the words he just directed at me. Was this guy for real?

“I’m telling you. Conversation over,” Mark nodded, striding away from me and out of the shop. He was already outside before my foggy brain began to clear and I began to move. Anger enveloped my stomach and leapt up my heart like a hot flame. I quickened my pace, hurrying outside to catch up with him. 

“Tuan,” I shouted. He was already a few yards down the sidewalk. I jogged to meet up with him as he wasn’t stopping. I clutched him by the shoulder, forcing him to halt. He ripped his arm from my grasp and glared at me. 

“What the hell?” I hissed. I tugged him to the edge of the sidewalk, hoping to avoid a scene as people  passed by. 

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore, Y/N,” Mark mumbled. 

“You better start talking,” I nodded, eyes wide. “Cause I’m sick of this, whatever it is. Initially I thought you were just in a shitty mood and being a typical asshole, but this is uncalled for. What is your issue?”

“My issue? My issue is you keep dragging me along on these half baked plans for a confession and I feel so weird and awkward,” he muttered. 

“Why Mark? You’re my closest friend, why does this make you feel weird?” I pleaded. I was extremely frustrated with the man I had been so close to for so long. The dam containing my tears was threatening to break and I silently cursed at myself. Every one of my emotions seemed to be connected to my tear ducts. Anger? I cried. Sadness? I cried. Frustration? I cried. 

“It’s weird because I have a crush on you, alright?” he spat, tucking his hands deep into his pockets. He looked at the ground as he spoke. “Every time you come to me with a new crush on someone I know, I feel weak inside. I get angry and then I feel defeated. You could probably get any of them to go out with you…but they know. They don’t say it but I know they all know…they’ll never touch you for as long as I’m around.”

I remained silent. My mouth opened and closed, unsure of the words that I wanted to say. He had a crush on me? I had known Mark since he arrived in Korea and this thought would have never dawned on me in a million years. It all made sense. All of the anger, all of the attitudes, all of the grumpiness. What I had chalked up as general Mark traits weren’t that. He was hurt and I had been blind to it for so long. 

I furrowed my brows, trying to gather my thoughts. I felt like a whole new world of feeling and emotion had been unlocked in my head. I had never thought of Mark because I thought it was an impossibility. Now that the situation had presented itself, IT had all new opportunities. 

“I know you probably see me as a pain in the ass brother you didn’t ask for…but I had to tell you before I went crazy,” Mark whispered. He slowly glanced at me. “But I would really appreciate if you would stop looking at me like that and actually say something.”

“Sorry,” I breathed, unable to clear my expression. I continued to stare at him in disbelief. “I had…I had never thought you would say this…I think I’m in a state of shock.”

“The tin man has a heart,” Mark chuckled sarcastically. 

“I never doubted it,” I smiled. 

Mark looked up, a small smile on his handsome face. “So…what now?”

“Coffee,” I nodded. “And a really long and awkward conversation about feelings.” 

“Sounds excruciating,” Mark nodded, his smile growing wider. “But worth it.”

I nodded as well. “Definitely worth it.”

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The Last Night

On the edge of a bridge overlooking the highway stood a boy who had lost the light in his eyes.

His fingers encased icy metal bars, rusty from rainfall, as he stared into the last night of his life.

Had it not been for the whispers in the wind dragging strands of hair into his eyes, he’d have witnessed the blaring sirens below. Heard the screams and desperate calls to just step away from the edge. Little did they know how he’d been on the edge for years; known he was lost when he stopped fearing the end.

Unlike the cars beneath him these feelings couldn’t be driven away. Each joint in his body trembled like earthquakes. The purest form of natural disaster was himself. Swallowing seventeen years of mistakes like antidepressants.

There was a rucksack sitting on the small of his back filled with letters and the words he wished to outlive him.

“Mother, I’m sorry…I’m sorry I got bad again. I don’t even remember what I did wrong this time.”

“Eddie, I love you, and I’m sorry I never told you that. We regret what we don’t do, and I couldn’t live not allowing you to.”

“To everyone who knew me, you didn’t. I had an evil in each breath and a fire inside my mind. ”

Drizzle hid the tears escaping his iris as he hiked one leg over the barrier. His sneakers squeaked and the near slip planted doubt in his mind.

The other leg swooped over and, clinging by only his fists, he felt alive. He felt it in his chest as if he was already falling. Why does near death feel most like living?

Body outstretched towards the stars his ribcage rose and fell. Counting the breaths he wondered how many he had left.

Below commotion raged in beams of blue and red but he was at peace with the moon and the navy sky.

It was time. No fear.

His fingers untangled like breaking ropes and his chest urged forward.


// A.S
I need u - Taehyung

Originally posted by jeongtaev

I Need U - Taehyung

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre; Drama, Romance

Word Count: 4.131

Summary; based on the MV “I need u” with you as the lead


“Hello?” you answered the phone next to your motel bed. It was dark, which meant you had been sleeping almost all day and there were only a few people who knew where they could reach you. “Y/N?”

“Taehyung?” you wasn’t sure as your head wasn’t really clear yet and he sounded weird. “Ye, it’s me, I need to talk to you.” you quickly checked the time and knew something was really wrong. “What’s wrong?”

“No not through the phone, I will come over.” you sighed and sat up not even trying to make some effort. You waited for Taehyung to arrive and when you  heard the knock, you finally got up to open it but stopped when you saw Taehyung completely covered in blood, it was a terrifying thing to see, you quickly pulled him inside the room and made sure he sat down on the bed whilst you collected water and towels. “What happened? Are you hurt?” were the first things you fired at him when you kneeled down in front of him, checking to see if he was hurt but apparently this blood wasn’t his.

“I did something bad.” You nodded because seeing this you had guessed it and you had a feeling it had something to do with his stepfather. “Did you hurt him?” he nodded as the first tear fell on your hand, you sighed again and pulled him on the floor with you and hugged him tightly to your body and let him cry, you often wondered how you all became friends and when did it all turn to hell. “What did you do Tae?”

“I killed him.” you couldn’t let him see that you were shocked because he was upset enough as it was, the only thing you could think about was if he had checked to know for sure his stepfather was dead but you couldn’t ask him this. “It’s okay, we will make sure nobody will know it was you.”  you sat back and wiped away the last bit of blood that had been on his hands. You pulled his shirt over his head and gave him a new shirt, which fitted him luckily “We will call the others tomorrow but for now just sleep okay.” you got up and he immediately laid down on your bed, which meant you had to sleep with him in the same bed because there was nothing else you could sleep on except the floor but you weren’t going to do that and Taehyung needed the comfort, so this would be okay right?

The minute you laid next to him, after checking to see he was asleep, you turned your back towards him and closed your eyes, only to wake up to the sunlight that came through the window and you weren’t even shocked to feel Taehyung against your back, he had pulled you into his arms in his sleep, you turned to look at him and you felt his pain, you reached out your hand and gently stroked the lines of his face, which made him open his eyes, he smiled at you but the smiled never reached his eyes.

“Let’s call Jin.” this made him pale and that surprised you “What’s wrong?”

“We can’t call Jin.”

“Why not?”

“He got into a car accident.” He was quiet after that and that’s when it sunk in, that’s why he had called you but why hadn’t he said anything about this even though he had something else on his mind. You immediately got up from the bed and pulled on your shoes. “Which hospital does he?” your question got stuck in your throat as Taehyung shook his head sadly. “You forgot didn’t you?”

“What did I forget?”

“He died a few weeks ago, remember?” You just stared at him wondering why he was talking such nonsense. “How is that possible, I recently saw him.” You were hesitating when you saw his face, he actually was pitying you, which had to mean something as he was in much bigger problems.

“Yoongi told me that there was something wrong with you a few days after Jin died but I didn’t think you still don’t want to acknowledge that Jin Hyung actually died.” you shook your head slightly in denial but he looked so serious that you had to believe him “Really?” you mumbled and he nodded his head and got up from your bed and grabbed your shoulders and pushed you in front of a mirror and when you looked at the girl in the mirror you were shocked to see someone looking so unhealthy. It was as if you finally could grasp what happened around you and that’s when you realized that you hadn’t been in contact with any of the others.

“Tae, what happened to us?” you asked in a small voice because there had to be a reason why you stayed in a motel but you just couldn’t remember anything, it was like your brain had been on shut down the last couple of weeks. “After Jin died, the group couldn’t handle it. You locked yourself away and didn’t even attend his funeral, Jungkook walked away from home and also got into an accident, Yoongi Hyung died in a fire, Jimin tried to drown himself and Hoseok Hyung overdosed but they are still alive, they are just in a mental hospital and Namjoon Hyung died in an explosion at the gas station.” You must look completely in shock to hear about this and you wondered how it could’ve gone so wrong in so little time.

“Can We visit Hoseok and Jimin?” you asked him completely forgetting that he just killed a guy “We can but I don’t think I should go out right now.” that’s when it hit you. “Shit.” You let yourself fall on the ground knowing that you had to turn it around, you had to take back control of your life and first you had to help Taehyung by finding out of his stepdad really had died and after that you had to visit Jimin and Hoseok and lastly you had to take care of yourself. “We need to check the news to see if there was a report of what you did.” he nodded and turned on the crappy tv and luckily for Taehyung there wasn’t any news about the guys that had been stabbed, which meant he was still alive so now you only had to check hospitals. You pulled on your shoes but Taehyung stopped you “You should take a shower first.” he smiled gently at you and you immediately felt embarrassed because you really must look like a real mess.

You quickly took a shower and pulled on some clean clothes, it did make you feel better, you quickly dried your hair and pulled it in a messy bun and walked out of the bathroom to a waiting Taehyung and the minute he saw you, he finally smiled at you but it still didn’t reach his eyes, which wasn’t weird because your heart also felt heavy from everything you just heard and you still couldn’t fully believe it but there wasn’t sounding any insincerity in his voice when he told me about the others, so there was nothing to do then just to believe him. “Let’s go.” you grabbed his hand and together you went to different hospitals and as you were about to give up, Taehyung asked at the last hospital if they brought in a guy with stab wounds and they actually nodded. “We do, do you want to know his room?”

“Please.” she gave us the number and we slowly walked towards the room where you spotted his mother. “Tae, your mother is in there.” he walked up behind you and looked over your shoulder, he was trembling but you weren’t sure if it was out of rage or something else. “Are you okay?” he nodded but he was clearly not okay but you knew that this wasn’t the time to press it. “Go talk to your mom.” you opened the door and quickly pushed him inside, this was really important and now he could see with his own eyes if he had become a murderer.

“Are you okay?” You turned around and looked at a doctor, who was looking at you worried and you couldn’t blame the guy. “I’m not but I will be.” you tried to sound convincing but he just shook his head. “Do you want to talk?” you check to see if Taehyung was okay but he was hugging his mother so you probably had some time before he would come out of the room. “Do I have to?”

“Yes you do.” he walked away and there was nothing else to do than to follow him into his office. You sat down and waited for him to talk but he was still busy observing you and you tried to smile but failed miserably as the nerves took over. “When did you last eat?” Why did he need to start with a difficult question because to be honest you really didn’t know when you ate for the last time.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want something to eat?” your stomach was already growling when he asked when you ate for the last time so you nodded shyly and he actually got up and grabbed a cup ramen noodles, which he put in front of you and before you could stop yourself you stuffed your mouth full, your manners were long gone as you ate the noodles while being aware of the fact that the doctor was staring at you, whilst writing things down.

“Did something happen that you stopped eating?”

“Apparently my best friend died in a car crash,” you told him realizing that you sounded as if you still thought as if it wasn’t true. “Why do you sound as if you don’t believe it?”

“I just have a hard time to accept it. This morning my other friend told me about everything that had happened the past weeks but I can’t remember anything about it but I do believe him but I think I’m still in denial.” you know you were self-diagnosing, which must sound weird but all you could do was focus on the delicious meal in front of you. “I do think you are in denial and it’s not a good thing. You should be able to grief instead of denying that he died. Did you have a certain relationship with him?”

“He was like my older brother, he was the only one that never walked away from me.” you smiled at him but he shook his head slightly and his expression was sad and worried. “I think you need help.”

“Aren’t you helping me now?”

“I am but I’m not a psychologist.”

“I’m not going to see a shrink, doc.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t have a lot of money, I even life at a motel, so I will see this as therapy.” He was quiet for a while but you saw that he already had made his mind up. “Okay, I want you to come once a week, okay?” You nodded your head and got up because Taehyung must be worried by now “Wait a minute.” he quickly gave you his card, which you put in your pocket “You can call me whenever you need okay and please eat.”

“I promise, I really have to go now.” you walked into the hallway and wasn’t surprised to see Taehyung walking around in panic “Tae!” you called his name and he immediately turned around and pulled you in his arms. “Please don’t disappear like that okay.”

“I won’t I promise but are you okay?”

“Ye, He isn’t dead ad he won’t press charges.” that on its own was a miracle as he did stab him but it was a good thing because there was no way you could lock Taehyung up or even worse.

“Tae? Is it really true what you told me back at the motel?” He nodded and hugged you a little harder “I’m sorry for neglecting you.” you shrugged because, to be honest at least you were still alive. “Can we visit them?” he knew what you meant right away and he nodded “Let’s go.” together you walked to the memorial of your four best friends, the minute you stepped inside the room, your heart started to beat like crazy, it was like it finally started living again and as you inhaled oxygen, you had trouble to see. “Tae I can’t.” you were out of breath and you knew that this was a panic attack “Y/N just focus on my voice okay.” you tried to nod which was really hard to do and as Taehyung took your hand he pulled you and sat you down. “It will be okay just try to calm down.”

“I can’t.” was all you could say and now you knew why you had denied their deaths because you couldn’t handle it, the way they died you knew about it all, as you had been informed about it by their family but the reality of losing your family was too hard as you literally had no one else except them, as you were an orphan, this was also a reason why you lived in a motel, you didn’t really have a lot of money. Your train of thoughts stopped when you felt hands on your face, this made you stop panicking and as you opened your eyes, you looked straight into Taehyung’s eyes “Just focus on me, it will be okay.” you did exactly what he said and within a few minutes your breathing went back to normal. Taehyung brushed a few lost hair strands from your face “Are you okay now?” you nodded hesitantly but it was enough for him to help you up and guide you to the guys. You could only stare at the pictures of your friends, these were pictures from when you all were still happy and carefree, you touched the glass of each and mumbled sorry for being late to all of them, you stopped at Jungkook’s and that’s when the first tear fell. How in the world could he be here, why didn’t he come to you?  Even in the state, you were in, you would have taken care of him.

“This is my fault isn’t it?”

“Of course not JK run away from home and got in trouble and as he crossed the road a driver went through red and well you get the picture, there was nothing you could have done.” he rubbed your back gently as you nodded. “Let’s go visit Jimin and Hoseok,” you said after a while. One thing you did know for sure, you would return a lot of times to spend time with them and mostly to apologize.

The mental hospital was somewhere hidden from the public eye and as you got off the bus you couldn’t help but love the surroundings, they were in the middle of nature which must be soothing for the patients. As you walked to the entrance you started to feel nervous because you should’ve been here already. “Tae, do I have to be worried?” He shook his head and smiled at you and this time he looked more at ease.

“They will be happy to see you.”

“Are you sure because I wasn’t there for them when I should have.”

“Don’t worry.” he opened the door and ask the nurse if it was okay to visit Jimin and Hoseok, she actually smiled at him and nodded, giving him two visitor passes. “Are you ready?”

“I am.” together you passed the security door and walked into a visitor room and within minutes the door opened to show two handsome patients. They smiled when their eyes landed on you and in a matter of seconds they had pulled you in their arms. “We missed you,” they mumbled together and that made you smile because even though they were here they were still together, at least they had each other.

“I’m so so sorry,” you mumbled in tears but they stopped you from crying right away because they knew that once you started there wasn’t going to be an end. “We understand, Taehyung told us that you had a difficult time to accept what happened.” you nodded and silently thanked Taehyung for telling him what had happened.

“You did lose a lot of weight, are you eating?”

“I started eating today, a doctor gave me ramen noodles.”

“You need to eat, what would Jin say if he found out that you weren’t eating.”

“He would scold the hell out of me.” you smiled at the memory of him scolding us if we skipped a meal. “He would right.” Hoseok ruffled your hair a bit. “Please don’t leave us again.”
“I won’t, I promise but you guys have to promise me something as well.”


“Don’t try to kill yourself again, I really can’t live without you, you’re my family.”

“We promise.”

“How much longer do you need to stay here?” you asked them curiously because they must’ve been here for a while now and they really didn’t look ill. “We are getting discharged in a few days.”


“Tae, take care of Y/N okay?” Taehyung nodded and promised them he would take care of you and with that visiting hour was over and you had to say goodbye. With a hug, you left them and went back home together with Taehyung, it was again the motel room but maybe you could now start to look for a proper house where you could all live. Taehyung made you stop at a convenience store to get some things to eat and drink, he paid for it, which was good because you really didn’t have any money.

After dinner, we sat down in front of the tv and just watched a random movie together, when you finally started to feel tired. Your head was resting on Taehyung’s shoulder, which felt nice and safe. You had always felt like this with Taehyung and you were happy to see that this had not changed. “I missed this.” he suddenly confessed and you had to agree even without knowing your body had betrayed you the minute he walked through that door covered in blood. “I missed you too.” you felt the air shift, he turned so you head to lift your head from his shoulder and now he was sitting opposite from you but he was so close that you felt a warmth spread through your body.

He stretched out his hand and touched your cheek, which was probably red by now. And next thing you know he grabbed your waist and pulled you on his lap and hugged you tightly. “I’m glad that you are almost back to normal.” he mumbled against your ear, sending shivers down your spine “thank you for coming to me.”

He pulled back and gazed into your eyes and you knew what would be coming next. He gently pushed his lips against yours and without hesitating you kissed him back, time had stopped while you kissed each other, he deepened the kiss and put his hands in your hair, your hands were on his chest `and without any doubt you pulled his shirt over his head and he followed your example really fast, within seconds you were wearing nothing more than your underwear. He lifted you and laid you down on the bed and he just stood there staring at you, to say you felt a bit shy was an understatement, as you did lose a lot of weight but the way he looked at you didn’t show any resentment, it was like he was waiting for you to give him permission. “Taehyung I need you.” you stretched out your arms and that’s all it took.

The next morning you woke up in Taehyung’s arms and that’s when you thought back to last night and you couldn’t help but smile. It had been truly amazing and maybe we were brought together because of the tragedy of losing family members but it was all you needed. You needed his arms to feel safe and to feel loved and that was exactly what he did last night. Loving you. “Tae? Do you want to get some breakfast?” you whispered against his lips and as he kissed you back, your heart felt as if it was going to jump out of your chest.

“Yes I’m famished.” he stretched his body which gave me a good view of his perfect body. “Wipe your drool.” he poked you in your dimple when he said that, clearly teasing you but you still wiped away the imaginary drool. The next few days went by fast as you tried to get hold of your life again together with Taehyung. You paid a visit to the memorial every day, you talked to them about the old days, you also gave the doctor a call and he really helped you out, he did give you medication for your depression and they really helped but you tried to go without them and only take them when you really felt down but with Tae next to you it was almost impossible, it were only the hours he wasn’t there that you felt really down. You had found a house to live with the others as well.

The day that they were released Taehyung and you were waiting for them outside the building and the minute the stepped outside you were in each other’s arms hugging and crying at the same time. You talked so much about everything that had happened that at the end of the day you were all asleep in the car in front of the house. Taehyung was the first to wake up and woke you all up.

“Welcome home!” you told them as they walked in but they stopped when they saw the huge wallpaper. It was of us all together at the beach, it was the best picture you could find and you didn’t hesitate to hang it up. You all stood there looking at it, the atmosphere changed from happy to sad and then it became calm. “Thank you.” was all they mumbled and you just nodded. “Come I will show you your room.” you guided them through the house and opened a door to a pretty big room, there were two beds, “I thought you would want to share a room.”

“This is amazing, how did you get the money.”
“I didn’t, Taehyung paid for it,” you confessed embarrassed. They didn’t judge you though as they started to unpack their stuff. You quietly left the room and walked straight into Taehyung’s arms. “Stop worrying, they will love it.” you nodded against his shoulder and from that moment it was like old times, well almost like old times. Jimin and Hoseok, joined you every day to the memorial and within days you were finally able to go back to work and before you knew it, the year had passed by since they died but instead of going to the memorial like we did every day, we decided to do something else.

We drove up to the shore where we spend a lot of time, just playing around. You arrived when the sun started to go under. We just stared at the horizon from the car, as if we needed the courage to get out. You sighed and opened the door first, the others followed soon after you got out. You took the sky lanterns, four to be exact and took them with you to the highest point, which looked out over the ocean, the guys followed you quietly. You all looked at the horizon and thought about everything you had done together and as the wind was blowing through your hair, it was like they were here as well. “Let’s lit the lanterns.” You whispered and you silently lit them. Together you held them up and waited until the sun was completely under and that’s when you let them go. You held hands as you stared after the lanterns.

You know you were crying just as the others were crying. It was like they were here too, to say goodbye. “Thank you for everything, thank you for taking me in and taking care of me, I will never forget you as long as I live, I will miss you guys,” you said under your breath as you watched how the last lantern disappeared from sight. You looked at each other and you all bowed towards the ocean to pay your last respect, the minute the last light was gone you turned around and walked away without looking back.

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I’ve got nothing to lose’ said Jonahtan looking at the woman in front of him.

Are you sure?’ she said slowly walking to the table in the middle of the room her hand delicately sliding over the mahogany furniture. 

Of course’ he replied holding his hands behind his back. His old soldier habbits still on. 

Maybe you would like to look at this’ the woman said reaching for the brown envelope on the table. She held her hand up holding the object.

What is it?’ Jonthan asked reaching for it. Nothing was written on any side and it was still closed. 

Open it’ was the only reply he got. He furrowed his eyebrows sligthly ripping the envelope open. He took off the content and his heart seemed to stop.

And it staied this way when he kept looking through the photos.

So I’ll ask once again - are you sure?’ she asked leaning against the table.

Jonathan wasn’t able to answer when on every photo he saw your smile, your eyes, your hands. You.

Where did you get it from?’ he asked his voice strangled.

Our agents are professionals’ she answered ‘We have to know everything before we start our missions. We have to be preapered’ 

‘I don’t understand…’ Johathan shook his head looking at the photo of you in your house. ‘What does she have to do with all of it?’ 

‘She’s important to you’ the woman answered ‘Weak spot. Very easy to hit’ 

‘I haven’t seen her since…’

‘Since you got a proposition of joining this mission. Three months ago to be exact. You really think she’s safe right now?’ the woman sat at the table pouring herself coffee from the pot on the side. ‘Look at the last photo’ 

Jonathan said as he was told almost dropping the rest. 

If we know they’ll also find out’  

It was also you on this photography. But this time with him. You were walking down the street and talking, mugs in your hands. It was a chilly afternoon and you wore his scarf as you had forgoten yours. That evening he had got a call about this mission. His eyes stung at the thought what those people could do to you if they found out. 

What can I do?’ he asked desperate looking at the woman in front of him. 

Don’t screw this up’ she said standing up ‘Remember when you go down you take someone with you’ she grabbed her jacket and car keys walking towards front door. 

Promise me that if something will go wrong you’ll hide her’ he said stopping her.

We don’t have to promise you anything’ she said turning around. 

Please’ he begged ‘She…’ he looked down at the photos. The one that was first then portraited you in your favourite cafe. You were sitting and smiling, drinking something and Jonathan knew very well what was it. He knew a lot of this kind of things about you.  ‘Please’  he pursed his lips swallowing a lump in his throat. 

I can only say we’ll try. You’re getting in something so deep that one wrong move can cost you everything’ she said reassuming her walk. 

Before she left she turned for the last time  ‘You love her’ it wasn’t a question it was a statement. A statement which he could not fight with. 

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Imagine drinking milkshakes with Dean

A/N: This was written for Kari’s favorite things challenge. @thing-you-do-with-that-thing thank you for letting me enter your challenge.This was so fun to write. Feedback would be great full. Tag list at the bottom. Gifs are not mine

Prompt : Banana Milkshake.

Pairing: Dean X Reader, mentions Sam.

Warning : reader has a sprained wrist, fluff

Word count : 781

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 You and Dean were just finishing a hunt together. It was only the two of you because Sam and Dean got into a big fight and you wanted  to keep Dean company. It was nothing major the hunt, you too made a perfect team, you had a really good system. He was overly protective of you.He also never wanted you to get hurt in anyway which is exactly what happened.  

 He was always  very overprotective  of you he never wanted you to get hurt, or become a hunter. The truth was that he needed help and you were the only one  available  he trained you. In case of an emergency. But there was a catch you just wanted to hunt part time.

 That was totally  fine with Dean.  He didn’t want you to hunt in the  beginning, but you finally talked him into it. Dean ended up teaching you everything you ever knew about hunting. He was a pretty good teacher.

 It was nothing  serious thought it was just a sprained wrist and would be better in a few days but he was concerned. You were holding your wrist against your chest. Sure it hurt like hell but you have had way worse, than a sprained wrist.

 “Let me take a look at it or at least wrap it in a tenser bandage” he said looking at you.

 “Fine”you walked over to him and leaned against the impala. You held out your wrist in front of you.

 “How did it happen?”  he opened the trunk  looking for the first aid kit he always kept in the trunk.

 “I don’t know it twisted it the wrong. I’ve had worse like remember my dislocated shoulder. After this we go out for milkshakes,  burgers and fries. “you said.

 He took out the tenser bandage out of the first aid kit. He wrapped up your  wrist you winced when he did this. “Be more  careful next time alright” he nodded.

 He shut the trunk and opened the passenger’s side door for you. You got in and  held your hand against your chest.  He got in and  drove to the nearest dinner.

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Family Is Everything.

Pairing: Sam x sister!reader w/ Dean and Bobby. 

Titled: ‘Family Is Everything’ 

A/N: This is my entry for Lau’s @dancingalone21 Funny Word Prompt challenge! I really hope you like this! And @mysteriouslyme81 gif challenge! 

Warnings: Language, implied inappropriateness, Brotherly love, fluff, feels, etc. 

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You loved your brothers. You loved each other so much that all three of you would step in front of the other and bite the bullet in a heartbeat. Sometimes though, when you are stuck in a car and on the road for awhile things can get old fast. The bickering, stepping on each others toes, the loud music, the fast food, etc. 

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Edward Kienholz     Backseat Dodge ‘38     1964

On account of displaying this sculpture in 1966, which shows in somewhat abstract form a couple having sex in the back seat of the car, the L.A. County Museum of Art had to fight off obscenity charges and had to struggle against the LA County Board of Supervisors in order not to lose its funding.  A little foretaste of Trumpworld.

Kienholz later wrote of the sculpture, saying it was based on an experience he had in his father’s 1938 Dodge when he was 17 years old: “This girl was out there, and I enticed her into the car. We got some beer and pulled off in the tules someplace and did intimate and erotic things… and we sat there and drank beer and had a nice time. And I couldn’t remember her name later. I thought, what a crazy situation — to be that intimate with a person and not know who they are. It just seemed wrong to me in a way. And then I got to thinking about back seats and Dodges and the kind of a world where kids are really forced into a cramped space in — maybe even a fear situation, certainly a furtive situation. Like what a miserable first experience of sex most kids go through. I mean, the back seats of cars.” Edward Kienholz

He Doesn't Like Romeo and Juliet- Eremin

“I don’t like Romeo and Juliet.”

Eren looked at Armin in surprise, as did half of the girls in their class.

“Armin? Why don’t you like Romeo and Juliet?” A red haired one asked, wide eyed, “It’s the saddest love story in the world…”

He smiled kindly at them, sliding his notes into his binder.

“It’s not really a love story, though, right? Real love… that doesn’t take place behind closed doors. Why couldn’t they have gone to their parents and tried to talk about it? Their parents loved them, so they would have tried to listen. Besides, Romeo didn’t really care about Juliet. He just thought she was pretty, and he was angry that Rosaline didn’t want to sleep with him. I liked the lines, just not the story.”

Eren hummed his approval, watching Armin with his chin resting in his hand.

“You don’t think the fact that they died together was sweet?”  Another girl with blonde hair pressed sadly, “They died for each other.”

“But they didn’t.” He insisted, “They died because they thought that life couldn’t go on without the other. It wasn’t love; it was lust. They barely knew each other. It’s a tragedy, not a romance.”

“So you don’t believe in love at first sight?”

He glanced at Eren, then turned back to them.

“I don’t think that what they had was love at first sight.” He stated, stacking his textbooks on top of each other.  The girls mumbled their conflicted feelings, turning back to their own work.

Eren whispered, “I think you just made them all feel really fucking stupid.”

“Must be my special skill,” he whispered back, guiltily eying their classmates bowed heads, “I didn’t mean to ruin it for them, but they asked me what I thought of the play, and I wasn’t going to lie…”

Eren punched Armin’s shoulder affectionately.

“They asked for your opinion, and you delivered. It’s not your fault they didn’t like your answer.”

“I guess.”

“So,” Eren changed the subject, leaning back in his chair, hovering precariously on its backmost legs, “When am I coming over tonight?”

“You could just come home with me after class,” Armin offered.

Eren nodded.


Armin’s garage was well lit and organized, with plastic bins and wire racks lining the walls. There was a cooler and a washer/dryer against the wall. A faded blue truck was the garage’s center piece.

Eren rolled out from under said truck, a black grease stain smudged into his forehead. He sat up, mopping off his face with the hem of his tanktop.

“I think that’s good,” He said to Armin, who was sitting in the driver’s seat of the truck.

Armin turned the key in the ignition, and the engine began to sputter. The two boys held their breath.

The truck roared to life.

“YES!” Eren cheered, running to the truck door and throwing it open. Armin practically fell into him, squealing and bouncing in Eren’s arms.


“HELL YEAH WE DID!” Armin screamed, bouncing back and forth and nuzzling against Eren.

Their excitement, however, was fairly short lived when they remembered that the tires were flat, and that the closest Walmart would be closed by the time Armin’s grandfather would come home and be able to drive them to get the tires.

“Dammit,” Eren muttered as Armin ordered a pizza, “And after we got all excited about it, too…”

“Don’t worry,” Armin pacified as he finished their order, “We can take Grandpa’s car tomorrow. For now, we can just hang out.”

“Sure,” Eren said, smiling. That wouldn’t be so bad, just hanging out with his boyfriend, eating pizza, watching movies…

Armin whined a bit, and Eren jolted.

“What’s wrong, Armin?”

Armin glanced at him, then hunched his shoulders up. “My binder really hurts today…”

“Oh,” Eren frowned, and reached over to squeeze Armin’s knee, “It’s okay, you can take it off if you want, you know that I don’t really care about your binder.”

Armin mumbled an, ‘okay,’ and scuttled off to his bedroom for several minutes before returning in a baggy shirt. He collapsed next to Eren, and leaned against him.

“Better?” Eren asked, reaching around so he could trace Armin’s jaw with his thumb. Armin nodded, smiling as he snaked his arms around Eren’s waist.


Armin’s skin was so soft.

Eren’s back was against the wall, which was cold and insistent on his bare flesh. Armin’s face rested just inches from his, breath warm and moist. He had the blanket over his chest, and he smiled nervously.

“You sure you’re okay?” Eren asked Armin for the umpteenth time. Armin nodded his consent, and Eren inched closer, until all that separated them was a thin sheet.

Eren ran a hand up Armin’s arm, resting it on the back of his head, which he pulled closer to him. Their lips met, and Armin smiled into his mouth,  using one of his hands to cup Eren’s face.

Eren’s hands drifted over the sheet, running his fingers over the dips and tucks of Armin’s stomach. Armin inhaled quickly, and abandoned the sheet to knot both of his hands in Eren’s hair. He broke the kiss, and brought his lips to Eren’s neck. He bit his neck gently, and Eren threw his head back a bit so Armin could access his neck better.

Eren gripped Armin’s hips, which locked into Eren’s with a painful crash that Eren ignored in favor of the boy sucking at his neck. He rolled onto his forearms, looming over the blonde boy who had already begun sweating and panting. The sheet was now slung over Eren’s lower back, exposing Armin’s body to him.

With non specific motions, he found Armin’s crotch, and began rubbing at the area.

“Nng,” Armin groaned, arching his back, “F-fuck…”

Encouraged, Eren dipped his head down to Armin’s own neck, and began biting Armin, no where near as gentle as Armin had been with him.

Armin began to gasp for breath, flattening his palms on Eren’s back. With a growl, Armin’s nails raked across Eren’s back, earning a hiss from the brunette.

Armin gripped him tighter, sitting up just enough to be cradled in the crook of Eren’s neck, and Eren sped up his hand motions. Armin shuddered against his palm, and the two sat in silence, attempting to catch their breaths.

Finally, Eren reached for the underwear that lay discarded on the floor.

“Lift your hips?” Eren asked. Armin nodded, and Eren helped him slide into his briefs before pulling on his own clothes. He stayed up, looking at Armin’s happy, pink face.

“You okay?”

“Yep,” Armin said, smiling wider.

Regardless, Eren spent another five minutes kissing the bruises from Armin’s binder before helping him finish dressing and taking him back to the living room to watch the rest of Juno.


Armin threw his duffel bag alongside Eren’s suitcase into the bed of the truck. He clambered into the passenger seat, then slammed the door shut. Eren grabbed his face, and pulled him into a long kiss. There came a rap on the door, and Eren blushed, knowing that it was Armin’s grandpa without even looking. He waved over his shoulder, then turned to the steering wheel.

“Do you have the gas can and the tool kit?” Armin asked.

:”I even remembered the tire pump,” Eren bragged, starting the engine.

“Then let’s roll,” Armin said, leaning back.

They drove out of the driveway, waving goodbye to Armin’s grandpa, before disappearing into the busy road.

“Armin, when you were talking about Romeo and Juliet last year,” Eren said, “I thought that you didn’t like the story.”

“I don’t.”

“Then why did you choose to write, “It is the east, and Juliet is the sun,” for your essay?”

Armin smiled. “I like the lines, not the story, but that line is the best, and it holds the most truth. If you love someone, then they are the reason you rise in the morning, and the reason you can see. The line’s meaning has never changed, and I do not think that it ever will.”

Gift (Cody Christian Imagine)

Prompt: You and Cody are best friends and know everything about each other, something he doesn’t know about you? You’re in love with him but you don’t tell him, why lose the best friendship you ever had just because you want more when he probably doesn’t feel the same, right?

Abbreviations: Y/N (Your name), Y/L/N (Your last name)


Author: Ross

Word Count: 2533

A/n: There will be a part two up on Wednesday until then enjoy!

“Cody come on lets go!” I yelled from the bottom of the steps as I checked my watch, if Cody didn’t hurry we’d be late to our lunch reservations. “Cody Allen Christian if you don’t get your ass—“ before I could finish my sentence Cody comes stumbling down the steps trying to stick his left arm into his jacket. “Y/N calm down we’re only like 15 minutes from the restaurant.” I rolled my eyes as I picked up my keys and purse and made it towards the door as I said, “Yeah and this LA traffic makes it like 30 minutes, it was not easy getting this reservation Allen so get your ass through the door.” “Geez, alright alright.” Just as we were about to make it out the door I turn around and stop Cody in his tracks as I wrap my arms around him and say, “Happy Birthday Cody.” He hugs me back and says “That’s more like it.” I roll my eyes and pull back and give him a friendly kiss on the cheek as I say, “Alright now lets get to this restaurant I’m starving.” “Agreed.” He said as he shut the door behind us.

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“My father loved children. But I was his favorite because I was the small one. Whenever we did something wrong, everyone else got punished except for me. When I was fifteen, he took us on a shopping trip to Baghdad, and he told us to wait in the car while he ran into a market. We heard a loud explosion. We got out of the car and ran toward the sound. Body parts were everywhere. My father’s body was lying on the ground with his head split open. Part of his brain was on the street. I was young and naïve. I remember thinking: ‘It will be OK. He just needs an operation.’” (Vienna, Austria)

#352: ‘The Future Is Forgiven’

A follow up to: #351. A Long Way From The Playground
How Long Will I Love You: The Future Is Forgiven - One Shot #352
+past one shots
No visuals for this one.
Songs: -Smile- Mikky Ekko -Stop This Train (Live)- John Mayer

“You’re up early.”

Harry jumped, nearly spilling milk from the carton all over the counter and missing his coffee mug. It was a little past six and with three teenagers in the house, mornings stopped happening before the sun rose a long time ago.

He looked over to find you padding into the kitchen, knuckling at your tired eyes.  

“Can a man not make his wife her coffee and bring it up to her in bed?” Harry twirled a spoon around the contents of the cup, the metal clattering against the sides and echoing through the kitchen.

“Of course he can,” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his soft waist as you settled yourself behind him. “Would you like me to go get back in bed?” You kissed the back of his neck, rolling up on your toes just a little to reach him.   

He made a humming sound, deep and low in his chest and his shoulders shifted. “Well, you’re here now.” He abandoned the coffee mugs in favor of squeezing your arms around his waist a little tighter.

The thing about Harry was, that he was never too good at hiding when something was bothering him. Perhaps it was because you’d been married to him for so long, you’d seen him just about every way you can see a person.

“Are we too young to be grandparents?”

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Sacrifice (Part 1)

Relationship: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1470

Summary: Y/N grew up with Sam and Dean Winchester. They have tried to keep in touch over the years, but Y/N gets a big surprise when Dean calls and shows up at her house.

A/N: This is based on an awesome request I received about a lifelong relationship with the Winchesters, and what lengths the reader will go to to save Dean. The first part is mostly drabble, setting up the relationship between the reader and Dean. After Sam jumps into the pit, things get messy, so stay tuned! Thanks for this awesome idea!

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What It Takes

Enjolras leaned his head against the window beside his seat and stared out at the buildings of Paris as they faded from his view.  “Is it bad that I want to leave?” He asked Combeferre, who was driving.

“No, Enjolras, it’s not.”  Combeferre answered, in a reassuring voice.

“I don’t want to leave forever, I love Paris, I just …” Enjolras sighed as the final buildings of the city disappeared from his sight, “Recently I’ve felt so angry and unhappy when I’m there and I don’t want that to be a permanent thing.”

“I know.” Combeferre said, “I don’t want it to be a permanent thing for you either.”

“And it’s not like the normal kind of anger,” Enjolras continued. “I’m usually angry about the state of the government and what is happening to the people but now … I don’t know what I’m angry at.”

Combeferre glanced at Enjolras. “You are probably more angry with yourself rather than with the people who you have a true cause to be angry with.”

Enjolras sighed and pulled the hood of his red hoodie over his head. “I hate feelings.”

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I remember when I was first learning to drive, my dad acted like a total freak the first few weeks. I wasn’t allowed to listen to the radio because it was “distracting” and I wasn’t allowed to talk. Then, there was an instant where the car in front of me slammed on it’s breaks causing my dad to scream “BREAK, BREAK, BREAK!” Thank God he was there, if it wasn’t for his calming instructions I would have punched the gas. We won’t even talk about the first time I got on the interstate. Bitch almost had a heart attack. Don’t get me wrong, he’s one of my favorite people in the world, but to this day I still don’t know why he was so nervous— he obviously wasn’t aware that I had all gold on my Mario Kart license.

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Magic Mike :)

Evil, man, but I think I can do a stripclub scenario.  Lessseeeee…

He really didn’t want to be here.  If he wanted to look at naked chicks, well, that’s what the internet was for—Soul certainly didn’t need some random girl rubbing all up on him.  But Star had insisted on dragging him, and he didn’t want to look like a loser, so here he was, sitting at the bar and trying to avoid the crowd.  There was some girl sitting next to him who looked like she belonged even less than he did—notebook, wearing jeans and a sweater, her hair back in a high pony tail, she looked like she was in class rather than in a strip joint. Her head was turned from him, but when he’d walked away from Star, he’d noticed her face— her lips were puckered in a constant scowl of disapproval as she looked on, yet she stayed, sipping at what looked like soda and occasionally jotting down notes.

Soul thought she looked familiar, but couldn’t place why.  She was pretty, though, with those wide green eyes, even wearing such an extreme sour puss, and since they both seemed equally unhappy with their situation, he was beginning to think of her as a sort of kindred spirit.  Ordering himself another whisky and coke, he motioned to the bartender, “and whatever the girl next to me wants.”

“Um, no thanks,” she muttered, head still turned away.

“Not trying to hit on you.  Just thought you looked miserable enough to need a drink.”

This time, she actually turned to him, eying him warily.  ”Why aren’t you down there with the other guys stuffing money in a g string?”

“Not really my scene.”

“Oh-kaaaaaay.  Isn’t that why guys come to strip clubs?”

"Normally, but this wasn’t really my first choice.”  Soul shrugged.  "And anyway, you’re one to talk.  You look like you belong in Bio 101.“

"Sociology, actually.  I’m here to observe for my class project.”

“At a strip club?” His eyebrows flew practically to his hairline.

“At a strip club,” she confirmed, with a challenging little smile.

“Alright, miss student—" 

"Actually, it’s Maka,” she interrupted.

“Alright, Maka, now that we’ve determined that this is neither of our favorite spot, you want another coke?”

“Sure,” she shrugged.  "It’s your two bucks.“

"Damn straight,” he grinned toothily at her and she smiled back.  "I’m Soul, by the way.“ He finished before ordering the coke.

When it came, she sucked on it for a minute and he couldn’t help but admire the way her plump little lips looked on the straw—she really was cute—before he finally asked “so what type of project requires you to go to a strip club.”

"The type where I want to show that men from more affluent areas slum it at clubs in poor areas to avoid the stigma of being seen by those in their own community.”

“Sounds—uh—interesting?”  He offered.

“It’s something to write about,” she said with a small shrug.  "So why are you here again?“ 

He shrugged in turn.  ”Friend thought it would be good for me to get out.”

"Figures.  Typical guy, sounds like.”  She frowned, and he was about to challenge the thought when he heard a booming voice behind them.

“Pigtails! What the fuck’re you doing here?”  Soul gaped as he saw his blue haired friend grab his new companion into a crushing hug.

“UGH, Star, GET OFF!” she pushed at him, and he put up his hands.

“Calm down, tiny tits.  Don’t get yer panties in a wad, I’m just bein’ friendly.  It’s been awhile.  Haven’t seen you since—since—”

“You see me every tuesday and thursday in stats.”

“Well, whatever.  So, Soul my man, goin’ for the lean breast meat special, eh?  Not my cuppa, but she ain’t bad.  You hurt her, I’ll have to kill you, you understand, but—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa—we were just talking, dude,” Soul threw up his hands in protest.

“Yeah, sure,” the blue haired menace rolled his eyes.  "Well, back to the stage.  Baki’s gonna be on soon.  Later, losers.“

They watched their assailant weave back to the stage, then looked at each other.

"You know Star?” they said as one.

“He’s my roommate,” Soul sighed.

“He was my neighbor growing up.  Known him since we were in diapers,” Maka sighed even louder.

“You wanna get out of here?”  He suddenly blurted and was immediately sorry at her look of shock.  She chewed on her pencil nervously for a second, but then she shrugged and smiled.

“Sure.  But what about him?” Maka thumbed towards the blue-haired moron near the stage. 

“He promised to drive Tsu home anyway, she’ll see to him.  I think she’s close to finally saying yes and letting him take her out, anyway." 

"She is, though why, I have no clue,” she said quietly, almost conspiratorially.

“So you know Tsu too?” He was surprised.

“Mmm hmmm.  She’s my roommate.”

“And how is it we haven’t met before?” Soul raised an eyebrow.

“We have. At Black*Star’s last party. You just don’t remember because you were plastered.”

He tried to remember, and her eyes seemed hauntingly familiar, but he also got fleeting, hazy impressions of making out with someone with those same too green eyes in a closet, and thought he must be wrong. “Was I charming?”

“For a drunk,” she laughed, though her face was oddly red.

“What did I say?”

“You told me you thought I looked like an angel.”



“Huh. I’m one cheesy fucker when I’m drunk.”  He shrugged, then stood. “So, you have a car?”

“Took a cab.”

“Alright, I’ll drive you back to campus if you want, then—though the price of admission is we get a cup of coffee first.”

“Sold!” she grinned at him and stood herself.  


As they walked out together, Soul had the sudden, odd feeling that this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship before he shrugged it off, chuckling at his own ridiculousness off as they sped off on his bike into the night.