Y'all I’m rereading Hellsing and,,,, I did it.
I found the smallest Alucard. The purest boy. Him and his juice box. Look at this,,,, don’t. Don’t touch me. I can’t stand this
Who gave this murder man the right to be this soft
Summary: Bucky Barnes is your asshole supervisor until you go out for drinks with him.
Warnings: like a tiny bit angsty, i don’t even think there’s swear words except asshole, and uhh fluff
Words: 1727 words
A/N: this is like an asshole bucky who isnt actually an asshole cause bucky barnes is pure
Almost incoherent apologies fell from your mouth as you weaved in-between people and traffic trying to get to the small coffee shop you worked at. You couldn’t have been anymore glad that you decided to wear running shoes instead of your usual flats as you were darting from across town in only ten minutes.
You had stayed up much later than you intended binge watching your favourite show and didn’t remember to set an alarm, thankfully your body clock managed to wake you up somewhat on time.
You also knew if you got fired from this job you’d never hear the end of it from your father, who got you the position. He was friends with one of the supervisors that worked there, Bucky, and claimed that he was the nicest man on Earth.
Unfortunately, it turns out Bucky is an asshole to you. You really tried your best to be nice to him and you don’t know if you ever did anything rude to him, but something about you ticked him off clearly.
Pairing: The Avengers x Peter Parker, Peter Parker x you
Hi! I’m OBSESSED with your writing. First Crush is amazing!! I was hoping I could have an imagine where Peter is now working with the whole Avengers team and they don’t know he has a girlfriend until Aunt May tells them when Peter ends up skipping a movie night with all of them? And of course this leads to Tony and the team spying for “research and scientific” purposes. Thank you!! PS: (if you could also make the reader super nerdy and can sing that would be amazing)
Word count: 1135
A/N: I tried to fit the nerdy singing reader part to this put I just couldn’t without it sounding really forced so I skipped that. I’m sorry for that! I hope that you’ll enjoy this anyway :)
“Tony, what was so important that we had to drop everything and come
here?” Natasha asked a bit annoyed. Tony had sent everyone an urgent message
that only said to meet him NOW. Everyone was staring at him waiting for him to
explain what was going on. Steve was getting a bit worried. Had something bad
“You are never going to believe this” Tony started and made a dramatic
pause. “Our baby spider has a girlfriend!” he finally exclaimed. “Seriously
Tony? Is this why I left everything and ran here as quickly as I could” Bruce
groaned. “He has a girlfriend? Why hasn’t he told us?” Steve actually got
interested. “Yeah, that’s why he isn’t coming to the movie night. Because he
has a date with her!” Tony confirmed. “What is she like?” Natasha asked with a
curious expression. “I don’t know! Peter won’t even admit that he has a
girlfriend” Tony responded. “I imagine like a popular brunette girl” he
continued. “No I think she’s a short nerdy girl and they geek together all the
time” Steve wondered. “Yeah I’m with Steve. Maybe she has like glasses” Bucky
said. They all stood there silently thinking.
“You know what. Screw movie night!” Natasha finally said with a
determined look. “YES. Let’s go stalk them!” Tony almost yelled. “Yeah, Tony
you still tracking his phone?” Steve asked. “Obviously” Tony shrugged and took
his phone out. “Don’t you guys think that it’s a bit creepy to stalk a teenager
on a date with his girlfriend?” Bruce pointed out. “No. It’s for… you know
research and scientific purposes.” Tony said and turned his attention back to
his phone. “Yeah. I mean we have to know who he is dealing with. She could be a
threat to him” Steve agreed not really convincing anyone. “I really doubt that.”
Bruce laughed “Peter is going to be so mad when he sees you guys stalking him”
He continued muttering. “Aha! I found him! He’s at a diner in Queens. To the
car” Tony said and lead the team to the garage.
“I can’t see anything. We need to get inside the diner” Natasha said to
the team and started to make a plan. “Okay, we need to get in quietly. Everyone
has to put their caps real low and then we walk to the booth nearest to the
entrance real casually and sit there” She continued. “He’s going to see us if
we just walk in” Steve thought. “No he won’t look at him. She is all he sees
and hears. We can do this” Bucky pointed out and got out of the car.
prompt: can you please write another 13 reasons why imagine? one with jeff atkins where you’re clays younger sister? + I know you have a lot of request so I don’t want to overwhelm you so you can ignore this you need to, but if you’re not could you do a Jeff Atkins imagine of being Clay’s twin sister who he has a massive crush on and Clay finds out and thinks it hilarious because Jeff needs his help with girls but then he actually helps him get his sister???
warnings: fluff !! nervous!jeff, light swearing
a/n: i love jeff and i thought i would be cool to combine both of these requests !! hope you enjoy ! like always requests are open and feedback is appreciated :) xx
You were Clay Jensen’s younger sister, twin sister be more specific. He was older than you by 10 minutes and he would always make ‘When I was your age.’ jokes which made you want to strangle him. But life wasn’t all bad, you were friends with Hannah, who always made jokes about you and your brother bring nerds. Then occasionally you would hang with your brother while he tutored the one and only, Jeff Atkins.
To say he was attractive would be an understatement. Jeff Atkins was a big ball of sunshine and he was adorable. You would sit a couple chairs down away from your brother when he tutored Jeff. You didn’t want to bother him, so you either listened to music, take naps, do homework or sometimes read. You remembered once Jeff helped your brother with Oh My Dollar Valentine’s. You overheard Jeff say, “Dude, why not just say you watch Lord of the Rings on repeat.”
“I don’t do that. Anymore.” You heard your brother say and you held in a laugh when both Tony and Jeff gave him looks. Then Tony chimed in, “You used to do that?” You scoff, “What do you mean used to? You still do it now.” You chimed in, looking up from your book. The three boys looking over at you, Clay looking at you wide-eyed. “Shut up Y/N!” Clay exclaimed, you shaking your head and laughing. “Who is that?” Jeff asked Clay looking back towards Clay.
“That would be my annoying twin sister, Y/N.” Clay answered, reading over his questionnaire. Jeff looked at your quiet figure, you had looked fascinated in the book you were reading. Jeff got up and walked over to you, sitting down across from you. “Hello there.” You greeted not looking up from your book. The thing was that you and Jeff never really spoke, it would just be an occasional “hello” and smile. “Hey Y/N. I’ve been wondering if you were gonna do the Valentine questionnaire thing?” Jeff asked, feeling himself get nervous with every word he spoke.
You looked away from your book and at him. “Um, not really. I would rather try and find my soulmate then let some algorithm and machine pair me up with someone.” You answered. “Why do you wanna know Atkins?” You ask, leaning towards him, curiosity in your voice. “I’m just curious, and because I’m helping your brother with his love life.” You give him a small smile, “well good luck, my brother’s love life is pretty small and sad.” You spoke quietly, trying not to let Clay hear. Jeff let out a chuckle, then got up. “Until our next talk Y/N.” Then he walked over and sat down next to Clay and their tutoring session continued.
Over a course of many weeks, you and Jeff had started talking more, leading to Jeff having a massive crush on you. It had gotten to the point where he would get nervous sitting near you. So Jeff being Jeff had confided to Clay. It was a normal day, Clay was tutoring Jeff but you weren’t there, you had gone with Hannah to Monet’s. Jeff decided this would be a perfect opportunity to ask about you. “Hey Clay, do you think you could help me?” Clay looked up from the textbook and nodded his head.
“There’s this girl I like and I don’t know how to talk to her or how to ask her out.” Clay was stunned for a moment. “Hold up, you, Jeff Atkins, is asking me, Clay Jensen, for relationship advice,” Jeff sighed at Clay’s words but let him continued. “This is amazing, who’s the lucky girl?” Clay asked and Jeff was nervous, once again. “Um, it’s Y/N.” Jeff answered quietly, hoping Clay wouldn’t be mad. “Really, my sister? But don’t worry, I’m not mad. You know what, I’ll help you Jeff.” Clay said with a smile and Jeff sighed in relief.
“So anything I should know?” Jeff asked. Clay told Jeff some of your interests but gave him some advice. “I know this is gonna sound cliche and shit but dude seriously, just be yourself. Y/N already likes you for who you are, you shouldn’t try and change yourself. Just be confident and ask her out, she’s at Monet’s right now. Go and ask her out now.” Jeff thought for a moment then gathered his things and got up.
Jeff headed out to Monet’s, he was practically running, hoping you hadn’t left yet. To his relief, you were sitting inside at the small circle table where Hannah usually sat. Hannah was nowhere to be seen so Jeff sat down in the seat across from you. “Hey Jeff.” You greeted with a smile. Jeff’s heart fluttered at your smile, which made him more nervous. “U-um, Y/N, I was w-wondering if you w-wanted to go o-out sometime?” Jeff ask causing you to giggle. “I would love to go out with you.” You answered, a huge grin appearing on Jeff’s face. “Wait, isn’t Clay suppose to be helping you right now?” You asked and Jeff nodded his head.
“I asked your brother for advice to asking you out.” Jeff said quietly. “Why wouldn’t you just ask me out?” You laugh, Jeff’s cheeks started to blush. “I really liked you! I get nervous around you!” He exclaimed, the two of you bursting into laughter. “You’re such a dork.” You smile. Jeff gives you a cheeky grin, “Only for you.”
TW: EVEN SMUTTIER THAN THE LAST ONE, swearing, a whole lot of innuendos
Words: 1,700 ish
Disclaimer: I may edit this a tiny bit more in the future. But enjoy, kiddos!
“Oh here they come,” Alanna groaned to the rest
of your friends, spotting you and Connor walking towards the lunch table.
“Wow, and a whole new gallery of hickeys to go along with it!” Jared nodded
towards the faint purple bruises on Connor’s neck.
“Ugh, seriously, can we stop talking about this? He’s my brother. The last
thing I want to think about is him… doing it,” Zoe basically cringed at her
last words. She folded up her half eaten sandwich, clearly having a loss of
You and Connor sat down, smiling. Your
boyfriend slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.
“What were you guys talking about?” You asked curiously.
“Oh, just how you and Connor can’t keep it in your goddamn pants,” Jared
“I mean, I’ve never heard Y/N complain-“
Zoe groaned. “Okay, that’s all I can take.
Come on, Evan, let’s go eat outside,” she stood up and the blue boy followed.
His ears were pink just from listening to the conversation.
“See? Even tree-nut over there can’t be around
you two,” Jared remarked.
“What the hell do you mean, Kleinman?” Connor
rolled his eyes.
“I MEAN that we all know how much you guys fuck. My god, look at you; your neck
could be a Picasso sunrise!” Jared laughed in between his words. Connor’s hand
shot up to his neck immediately, in attempt to hide them.
“Every time we get together, you guys always leave
early to have sex,” Alanna pointed out, taking a bite of a baby carrot.
“Do not! When was the last time we did that?”
You looked at Alanna with disbelief.
“Literally last week we watched Schindler’s List at my house, and you
sucked Connor off in the bathroom,” Alanna stated.
Your face turned bright red. Connor’s ears
changed colour like a chameleon to match.
“Who the fuck gets turned on by dead Jews? You
guys are messed up,” Jared joked.
You rolled your head back and groaned. “Ugh,
you guys are exaggerating! We don’t do it that often.”
Alanna and Jared bounced back and forth.
“Last week. Schindler’s List.”
“Week before that, we went to the arcade. You guys left and had sex at Y/N’s
“Week before that, we
all went out to eat and you guys dashed before dessert came.”
“Ok, ok! I get it. We
have a lot of sex. But what’s wrong with that?” Connor let out an annoyed sigh.
“There’s nothing wrong
with it, scientifically speaking, but it’s just… annoying,” Alanna concluded.
“Yeah, I bet you two
couldn’t go a week without having sex.” Jared took a sip of his juice box,
giving you both a judgemental glare above the rim of his glasses.
“You’re on,” you shook
his hand. Connor choked on his own spit, eyes growing wide.
“Wait, babe, are you
Murphy?” Jared spoke as he reached out his hands to shake yours.
Connor gulped, looking
between the two of you. “Ok. Fine,” he finally sighed.
Alanna checked her
watch, “ok, so this time in exactly a week, you guys cannot have ANY sexual
intercourse. That includes anything in sexual nature.”
You nodded with a
confident smirk on your face.
Two days have already passed, and it’s been a lot harder than
you thought. You have been so used to having little quickies and long nights
with Connor, that you felt… frustrated. It was almost as if your nerves were
just asking to be trampled on. Even worse, Connor was getting antsy.
You were at his house, in an attempt to study. But he
couldn’t sit still. He was full of energy and in a pissed off mood.
“Connor, just come sit down,” you pinched the bridge of your
nose with your fingers.
“I can’t fucking sit down. I can’t just sit, I-I need
something,” he ran his hand through his long hair, pulling at the roots.
Connor had quit smoking after you two started having sex.
When he smoked weed, he felt a release of stress. Then when he became intimate
with you, he didn’t need that other outlet. Of course, you were over-the-moon
when he told you that he had stopped smoking. And the sex wasn’t too bad
either. You stood up from his bed, walking over to him and placed your hand on
“Look, I get that this is all a shitty bet made by Kleinman,
but we have to prove to ourselves that this relationship is more than just
sex,” you gave him an endearing look, searching his eyes.
Connor dropped his hands to his sides, nodding. “Yeah. You’re
right,” he sighed softly.
The two of you were
laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Do you remember that time, we were on a date, and you
laughed so hard that soda came out of your nose?” Connor teases with a grin.
“Oh don’t remind me,”
“I think that’s when I fell in love with you. I mean, who
wouldn’t want a girl who has Dr.Pepper for snot?” He tickled your side softly.
“Ok, seriously, shut up. Remember the time you peed yourself
in second grade? Yeah, don’t start shit, Murphy.” You jokingly growled back
with a laugh.
The two of you continued to joke and share the odd memory or
two. You reminisced on embarrassing moments, your firsts, and plans for the
future. It had been so long since you two had just sat down spoke to each
other. It felt… nice.
Connor must have been thinking the same thing,
because when you looked to your right, he was looking right at you. There was
something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a very long time. It was the look
of genuine care and love. His pupils were enlarged and his eyebrows were
relaxed. His mind looked like it was put at ease with something other than physical
As much as you hated to admit it, Jared might have
actually done something useful.
Time wore on and your patience grew both thick and
thin. A week without sex was a week full of love and frustration. You and
Connor took the extra time you had to get to know each other. But your time
alone was the most frustrating. 3 days into the week, he had tried to sext you.
Sending you teasing messages and pictures of himself that were
not-safe-for-work. By the fourth day, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.
When you sat near each other, his hand would run up your leg and be hiked
dangerously north. By the fifth day, Connor’s eyes were glued to your neck. He
stared at the skin that resembled a blank canvas. He wanted to litter it with
bruises created by his lips. He wanted to make sure that everyone knew you were
his. And by the sixth day, you couldn’t
take it anymore.
Connor growled as he shoved you into his room,
slamming the door closed. You attacked his lips, pressing so hard that he
almost lost balance. Connor yanked your jacket off of your arms, throwing it on
the floor. The zipper hit the floor, making a loud noise. But you didn’t care.
Every sensation that wasn’t caused by Connor – faded into white noise.
He quickly grabbed your thighs, throwing you onto
his double bed. He tucked his head in your neck, biting and finally creating a
piece of art that couldn’t be graded. His hands quickly moved under your shirt,
grabbing onto your breasts roughly.
“God, I fucking missed these,” he breathed out
“Connor, w-what about your parents? W-What about
Zoe?” you whispered in between hot breaths.
His hands grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart
roughly, slipping his torso between them. “At work. I don’t fucking care about
Zoe,” he grumbled against your skin.
You tipped your head backwards, letting your
boyfriend catch up on all the missed time. Every tick, emotion, or outlet he
needed was now all in for your pleasure. His anger built up from the week is
pushed onto his muscles: carrying out the pleasure that he dedicates to you.
Connor sat on his knees. Stripping off his shirt, he
presented the pale torso that you know all-too-well. You placed your hand on
the line of hair beneath his belly button. You wanted to admire his beauty, but
Connor had other plans. He attached his lips to yours and the two of you
continued to remove your clothes, throwing them to the side of his bedroom.
His kisses trailed down your bare body. His
movements resembled a waterfall, graceful and with a plan. He got dangerously
close to where you wanted him the most. Slipping under the covers, he threw
your legs onto his shoulders, burying his face in your thighs. He kissed up
them, his nose nuzzling into the soft skin.
“I’m so lucky. So goddamn lucky,” he murmured.
You sucked in your breath, leaning onto your elbows
as you watched his every move.
Connor kissed up your legs, and placed a soft kiss
to your core. You hissed in delight, mouth hanging agape. Connor licked a
single stride, smirking as you squirmed beneath his touch. He alternated
between his tongue and fingertips, making sure to give you his undivided
“You’re such a pretty girl, so so pretty,” he
murmured against your heat.
You grabbed onto his locks, throwing your head back
with your eyes closed. You could feel him humming the tune to your favourite
song. You felt so close to the brim and then he pulled away.
Whining, you looked at him. Usually, he would give
you 2-3 orgasms a night. But he was too eager to finish what he started.
Throwing open his bedside drawer, he reached for a condom and slipped it on.
“Ride me,” he spoke quickly. You nodded and
straddled him. You slipped him into you and rested your forehead against his.
Zoe walked through the front door of her house. Her
mom and dad were at work, but had texted her to ask Connor what he wanted for
dinner. Running upstairs, she was already dialing the number to her favourite
She swung his bedroom door open, “Hey Connor, what
do you want for- OH DEAR GOD.”
hmmm, I cannot sleep knowing that there are people out there saying that Riza is manipulative because of the scene with Envy in the tunnels. I decided to dig up the raw manga scans and try to re-translate the scene with Envy in the tunnels so I can explain my case better. @endertender and @lonepiper5758, here it is!! I am busy AF, but screw real life, I need to defend the honor of my queen!
Remember that in the latter half of the Envy vs. Roy arc, Riza had been desperately trying to convince Roy to let her finish Envy instead, after seeing the colonel savagely burn the homunculus again and again like a madman. Roy refused to stop and let go of Envy (already in his weakened and reduced form) despite the fact that Riza had her gun to his head.
She pleaded and begged, but Roy would not relent. She even tried to reason out with him that what he was doing was not for the sake of the country or for the protection of his comrades/subordinates, thus reminding him of what THEY were supposed to be fighting for. She said everything she could: from the end of Chapter 94 to the start of Chapter 95.
With a pained expression [probably from the realization/possibility of an impeding betrayal by Roy through yet another case of the misuse of Flame Alchemy], Riza warned him that he cannot go down that path – the same one her father had gone to years before: towards insanity and eventual death. Roy struggled to reign in his anger, but then he remembered Hughes.
RIZA: You cannot go down that path! [lit. trans.:You cannot fall that way!]
AT THIS POINT, IT SEEMED THAT NOTHING WAS WORKING SINCE HE WAS STILL COMPLETELY OVERCOME WITH RAGE AND HIS NEED FOR REVENGE.
In fact, Roy was so angry that he even dared Riza to shoot him.
ROY: It’s OK to shoot me if you want to shoot me.
This left Riza devastated, but then Roy – for some reason or another – asked what she would do afterwards. DO NOTE that for a man who seemed to be completely lost to his anger to the point that he’s willing to be shot to death than to be stopped in his quest for vengeance, it’s rather strange for him to be asking somebody else such a question.
ROY: but what will you do after shooting me to death?
and now we have finally reached the controversial “RIZA HAWKEYE IS SUICIDAL: PART II” scene, where she supposedly manipulated Roy by threatening her own life. Viz’s English translation for Riza’s speech is actually pretty accurate, if not a tad bit more dramatic than the Japanese version:
Roy struggled with himself as he considered her response to the “what-if scenario” he himself brought up. In the end, he had decided to back off and opted to release his pent-up fury with a snap directed away from them.
He finally regained his reasoning and became aware of the situation he put himself and Riza in.
ROY: I am bothered [or troubled] by this. JAP: それは困る
ROY: *continues* I cannot lose you [for such a reason]. JAP: 君を失う訳にはいかない
Fast forward to the end of the “what in the hell is this situation I’m in” speech from Roy, where he regretted his actions.
ROY: *to Riza* To have made you deal with this [kind of situation], I am the greatest idiot.
Afterwards, Roy guided Riza’s hand holding the gun down as he apologized and they eventually collapse to the floor in relief.
What I’m really trying to point out from all that prelude is…
It was Roy who asked Riza what she would do after he dies from her shot.
Roy created the hypothetical scenario himself, when it seemed like Riza had reached the end of the line. Riza was not trying to manipulate him in any way. I mean, she already said everything she could: reminded him of their goals and motivations, alluded to her father’s descent into madness, appealed to his morality/sense of justice. Riza was already at a loss on how to deal with Roy: her last resort – putting the gun to his head – was not working, and no amount of convincing could go through him at the time.
It was Roy himself who gave her a chance to change his mind – a last ditch effort – before she had to decide whether he deserved to live or die. At this point, I think Roy himself wanted to be saved from the anger that consumed him, and he knew that if there was someone who could save him, it would be Riza who knew him inside and out. He knew that she would never lie to him; he trusted her that much. Hell, he entrusted her with his life! And Riza was not one to betray anyone’s trust, and definitely not Roy’s so she simply answered sincerely.
She never intended to manipulate Roy into anything with her answer, as shocking as it might have been. After seeing how Roy lost himself to something close to insanity so quickly, she probably realized once again how all-consuming and dangerous Flame Alchemy was (this is on top of her PTSD that was most likely triggered by Roy’s indiscriminate use of his flames on Envy). This could be the reason why she replied to Roy’s question the way she did. For her final attempt, she decided to give him the cold, hard truth, and if that had not worked, then she would have shot him dead as he had asked and she had promised years ago when they agreed to make Amestris a better place.
As for the suicide part of Riza’s response, I believe that @edwinrys already did a very good job of explaining Riza’s reason for wanting to end her life if she had to live without Roy. I also want to add that Roy is as guilty of the same accusation with regards to suicide because he was willing to perform the ultimate taboo – human transmutation – to save Riza even if it meant the damnation of the entire country and his own life. And in the end, the thought of suicide (or even the intention to commit suicide) is not the same as actually doing it. Riza was forced to deal with a morbid what ifsituation that could very well have become a reality with the way things were going back then presented to her under extreme duress. Her response to Roy’s question was merely the statement of the most likely outcome based on her state of mind at the moment, but you have to remember the circumstances could still change, which could then prompt her to choose to continue living even if Roy do die in the end (thank heavens he did not!!).
In my opinion, if some manipulation really did happen in this arc, it was from Roy’s part when he brought up this WHAT IF YOU SHOT ME DEAD business. That’s where it all began. I love Roy as well, but sometimes he could seriously be a big jerk. But in all honesty, I’d like to think that he wanted to be saved, too, so he gave Riza an opening. He finally recognized the fact that while he could not save himself on his own, there were people around him – with Riza as the first and the closest person to him – who were willing to help him and send him to the right path. A few chapters later, we see him proudly stating such realization to Bradley right before the colonel was made into the fifth sacrifice.
TL;DR: Roy dared Riza to shoot him. Then he asked her what she would do after he dies, thus creating an awful hypothetical scenario. Riza being Riza answered him truthfully in her final attempt to snap him out of his rage. She responded to his WHAT IF without any malice or the intention to manipulate Roy. One possible reason why he asked such a question is he wanted to be saved, but needed some reinforcement from the person closest to him. Hmm, who could that person be? Oh, it’s Riza Hawkeye: his adjutant and his appointed judge, jury and executioner!! Once again for emphasis: ROY ASKED FIRST, RIZA REPLIED WITH THE TRUTH.
I want to say more about the other accusations against Riza, but it’s almost midnight where I live. I am so sleepy and about to pass out so I’ll stop right here. Just know that I will defend Riza to death because she’s one of the best positive role models in the series and I cannot stand it whenever people are dissing my queen.
I wanna dedicate this to my good friend, Melissa, who tried to convince me that the man in this story was gay. Turns out, it’s much worse. Love you.
About eight or nine months ago, I was riding on the train, on my way to my boyfriend’s house from work. Sitting across from me is one of the finest men I’ve ever seen IN PERSON. No exaggeration. He’s Mexican, clean-cut, well-dressed. Really pretty brown skin, dark hair kinda like that poofy up-do Bruno Mars used to have. Bushy brows, the way I like! He was wearing this tan trench coat and a serious ass expression on his face, and his hands were in his pockets. Basically looked like he didn’t wanna be bothered. It was sexy though lol. But obviously, I’m just looking because I’m happily taken at this point.
The next day, when I head to lunch at work, I see the same guy in the cafeteria at my job. I was like what the fuck… is he following me? Lmao. He looked up when I came in but then ignored me completely. I stared at him the entire time until he got up and left, he was just too fine yall. I wish I could post pictures lmao. The next day, I saw him yet again and he was with a group of trainees. So finally it made sense why I saw him on the train and at my job. He was about to start working there *insert Birdman hand rub*. Lol even when I have a man, I can appreciate some eye candy around the workplace even if I have no intentions of trying anything. He worked in the department right next to mine and they were always over in our section so I got to look at him every day. I wasn’t the only one admiring either lol, even an older lady I know said every time he walked past her, she just
So anyway, fast forward to September 14, 2017.
Here’s the scene. It’s my 25th birthday. I’m at work looking cute as fuck. I’m single and tryna mingle. So I decide to go ahead and take a chance and shoot my shot at him. Umm.. we just gone call him Javi because I don’t wanna use his real name.
So I been noticing lately that this guy I know in my department, we’ll call him Carter, has been hanging around Javi a lot lately. He stops at his desk every time he walks past and always goes to stand with him whenever we all do things as a group. One of my work friends who had an inckling that Carter was gay thought that something might be going on between them. I mean, anything is possible, but I wasn’t gonna assume that just based off of her thoughts. I mean, she thought her own boyfriend was gay when she first met him because he had a lisp. And her only reasoning for thinking Carter was gay was that he takes his shoes off sometimes when he’s sitting at his desk.
Anyway, I approach Carter and bring up his friendship with Javi and ask how old he is? It turns out he’s way too young for my taste when it comes to dating, and I just say nevermind and walk away. But now Carter’s all in my business trying to find out why I’m curious and saying “I could get his number for you, I got you”. I decline, but of course when he comes back from his break, he has a sticky note with Javi’s name and number on it and hands it to me. Didn’t even tell the guy who I was, just that someone was interested in him. I had no intentions of using it at first cause I thought the shit was kinda creepy, butttttt he did know about it and gave his number up willingly. And in all honesty, I’d still hit even though I wouldn’t seriously date him. So what the hell, right?
So I text him that night and give him my name and he immediately knows who I am, even though we’ve never spoken before. He asked me what was on my mind and I told him straight up that I was really physically attracted to him and I wanted to know if we could be friends, who have sex sometimes lmao. He said we could talk. I’m like…..talk? And he said yeah, how else would anything start. So I’m thinking okay okay, so he’s fucking with it. He wants to make something happen. He said he saw my art that I’d presented at our work talent show that night and he asked to see more of it. And he’s clearly trying to keep the convo going so he must be interested.
After a while though, I notice that he texts as if he’s writing poetry or bible verses or some shit. Like everything sound deep as fuck. And when I bring it up, he says the bible is his favorite book. I think back to all the times I saw him reading alone at lunch and realize oh..it was the bible. That’s cool or whatever. Then he sends me an actual bible verse. So I’m like “Okay so you’re very religious? Does this mean casual sex is out of the question? Or sex, period? I guess?” And he says “It hurts to say it, but yes. I would prefer to not induldge in that.”
At this point, I’m thinking there’s no way my sex life could get any worse. There’s nothing that can happen that hasn’t already happened. And then I run into a nigga who’s saving himself for marriage. The one I been lusting after for eight months now. If yall know me at all, you know I wasn’t about to just completely give up after that. I was willing to settle for fucking MAKING OUT AND DRY HUMPING if I had to. I could always get intercourse from someone else lol. So I ask about kissing. He says “Haha I can give you a holy kiss, as saying hello”. I’m like no tongue???? What the fuck is happening? Why the fuck wouldn’t he tell me all this in the beginning when I first told him that I wanted to fuck? His response to that was that we wouldn’t be talking now if he had.
So I just go ahead and let him know we can be cool and everything, but we’re just completely incompatible. I’m still in my hoe phase right now, I’m not trying to do anything but fuck and be friends. And he can’t give me the one thing I want most. Even if I didn’t just want sex, we wouldn’t work in a committed relationship either. I’m like the opposite of what a Christian man should be going after. And that’s coming from one wholesome motherfucker. We text more that night, pretty much just me asking him questions about his religion because I don’t know how all that works. I know Christian people, but obviously not any who takes it as seriously as he does.
This nigga don’t listen to secular music, watch TV, or do anything for fun really (his words). He just goes to bible study every day, gets haircuts, eat, study, and talk. That’s what he listed as his favorite things to do. And since he’s constantly studying for church in his downtime, he pretty much never hangs out with anybody. He has friends at work but says they don’t hang out because they have different mindsets. He did mention that if I needed physical affection, he could give me a massage. That’s how he shows physical affection. It’s better than intercourse, according to him. But idek how to feel at this point, I was taking in too much information at once lmao. And every time I learned something new, I would think “He can’t be serious” “Am I being punk’d” “This nigga is not fr”. But he told me he wanted to help me with my Spanish, so I figured at least I had that. I really needed someone fluent to practice speaking it with.
So the whole next week at work, whenever we walk past each other, he can’t help but smile at me and his smile is so pretty that I can’t help but smile back. It was lowkey pissing me off cause it wasn’t fair how fine he is and I can’t even put my hands on him!!!!! I’m sure we looked goofy as hell to everyone around us, steady smirking at each other like we was in on some inside joke nobody else knew about. We ate lunch together once. And we’d text each other in Spanish. He texted me every single day to say good morning and we’d have long convos after work til almost 3am. I found out he’s been looking at me just as long as I’ve been looking at him! He said he notices everything about me… when I change my hair, how I always sit at a desk in the back facing the wall, how I’m always so into my music at work. I never even knew he saw me at all before this. And naturally, all this shit is starting to make me feel mushy and I really did enjoy talking to him, even though I thought he was weird as fuck at first.
And come to find out, he’s only been living his life this way for the past eight months (yeah, that’s right, eight months) when he really got into the bible more. I’m over here thinking he’s a complete virgin, but he’s had four girlfriends and has had sex before and been intimate in all the ways I WANTED to be intimate with him. Just not the past eight months. And if I allowed him to MASSAGE me, I’d be the first woman he ever did it to. I’m thinking okay… so if he’s never done it before, he has no idea how he’s gonna react to it when it’s actually happening. He’d told me before that he gets nothing out of sex beside some white creamy texture that comes out of him and makes him feel tingly, then he cleans himself and it’s over. Basically said he’d only have sex again to have the little girl he wants. He made it seem like he was really disgusted by it. And you know all my friends were like
They felt like he was into men and just hiding behind his religion. I didn’t know WHAT the fuck was going on. I just knew he seemed to genuinely be into me and that was unfortunate because I was never gonna get to do him lol. I ain’t gone lie, after he said that shit I thought he might be gay too, but after being around each other more, I started defending him against my friends. Like shit… he just dedicated as fuck to his religion. I personally don’t understand it and wouldn’t wanna live that way, but he says he’s been tremendously happier in the past eight months and your happiness is the only thing that matters when it comes to how you live your life, nobody else’s. So I wasn’t about to try to corrupt him. But yall… he kept bringing up the massages. And Thursday night, the convo almost seemed…. sexual?
He said we can hang out any day as long as it doesn’t interfere with his work and that he was in need of a “rubbing”. He said he wanted us to “exchange rubbings” (LMAO) and that he wanted to give me that physical affection. Then he said it would be in his room or mine. Which threw me off…. cause I’m like ummm… he can massage a woman who’s not his wife alone in his bedroom? Idk, based on the other shit he told me, it didn’t seem like that would be appropriate? But shit, he knows better than me, so if he said it was cool it must be. And when I told him that he makes me blush a lot, he said “Without a touch? What will happen then?” and that I’d be overwhelmed…. and that shit made me think. Is this why tantric sex works so well???? LMAO. (I’ve always been interested in that, btw).
But moving on. It’s Friday.
I notice he’s not at work that day. I was kinda sad about it cause I looked good as fuck, but whatever lol. When we text that night after I get home at midnight, he says he wants to hear me speak Spanish out loud and tells me to come over.
I’m like NOW??? After midnight??? He said he wanted me to come take a nap with him until he had to wake up at 4am to study for church, then he’d drive me home at 7 when he had to leave the house. Dude. So not only do you want me, a woman you’re not married to, to come over AFTER MIDNIGHT, but you wanna share a bed with me??? Solo???? En tu dormitorio?????!!! lmaooo. Nigga, I was stuffing White Castle in my face at the time, but I bagged that shit up real quick, fast, and in a hurry, took a good shit right quick, and got ready to go LMAOOOO. My friend was texting me saying I needed to gone head and let him put the tip in lol. But I’m like no…. I’m not gonna use this opportunity to try to pressure him. I respect his decision to not have sex til marriage and I enjoyed talking to him every day and didn’t wanna mess that up. Shit, I’m capable of laying next to a man I want and not jump his bones. I actually like when shit moves slow like that, the buildup makes everything better (when sex is actually the end goal).
So I get all cute. He texts me when he’s outside. He smelling and looking good as fuck, as usual. And this time, he’s way more silly and normal than he is at work, and definitely more normal than he is through text. He was joking around with me the whole time, talking about how he had five aunts sleeping in bunk beds in his basement and I had to say hi to everybody when I got there lmaoo. And he was really laid back and cool as hell. Which just made me like him more. He teased me about turning the air on because I’m always cold. I was like “How would you know I’m always cold?” and he said “I already told you, I notice everything about you.” And I figured he must see me at work walking with my arms crossed trying to stay warm. *sigh*.
When we get there, his room is fucking spotless as fuck. I was silently thanking God, ya’ll know I hate a man who lives dirty and Javi is only the second guy I’ve met who actually keeps his shit clean. I just sat down on the bed and he went and got us both some water, then he turned Netflix on this hugeeee fucking wide screen tv that was mounted on the wall. He had to go find the wifi password and shit cause he doesn’t actually use it because he doesn’t watch TV?? Idk why he has the biggest TV on earth in front of his bed then?? But whatever.
He had a nice BIG comfortable bed too, and he laid down sideways on my legs while I laid with my head against the headboard and we turned on The Office. Everything was going so chill…. we were laughing, talking, enjoying each other…. he touches my hands, asking me to rub his back and shit… ummhmmm… then he started to say something but stopped himself. And started mumbling. I’m like spit it out! He said he couldn’t if he wanted this space to stay holy and pure, and he knew what he was tryna say but it was about what was right and what was wrong. I said that’s fine, I’m not gonna try to persuade you to do anything you don’t wanna do. A little while later he was asking if I ever thought I would be there (I’m guessing with him, in his bed) and I said nope… it escalated quickly. And he agreed and said “a lot more could happen right now if we wanted it to…… but I can’t”. And once again I said I wasn’t gonna pressure him and didn’t wanna corrupt him.
His dick was hard, I could tell cause he had these skinny ass jeans on before he laid down. And he took a pillow and said he was gonna sleep with it between his legs, tryna hide it and shit. He was telling me not to sleep on my side cause then he would have to come behind me. He took his shirt off. He said some more shit about where things could go at any moment and I asked him why he keeps talking about it if he doesn’t want it to happen?? Just going on and on and on. You wanna fuck or nah?? I would been down either way, but I needed him to make up his damn mind lmaobs. Then suddenly, this nigga jumps out of bed quick as fuck, turns the light on, starts putting a shirt on and I’m like what are you doing…. and he says he’s gonna take me home. WTF.
He was mumbling a bunch of shit….all I caught was “I guess this is my way of apologizing” but I didn’t care about what he was saying. I was just like whatever… put my shoes on and grabbed my bag. He was obviously confused about what he wanted. I knew this shit would happen. I don’t even know why I went. He was way too confident in his abilities to avoid temptation and talking about how only people with no equanimity allowed themselves to be tempted. So while we in the car, the convo went like this:
Me: Are you taking me home because you’re scared you might try something?
Him: Why would I be scared, if I wanted to try something I would have done it
Me: Then why are you taking me home?
Him: I have to study
Me: Okay but you were gonna study and take me home at 7am so what’s the problem?”
Him: I have to study
And that’s when I got mad and let him talk to himself for the rest of the ride home. I couldn’t believe this shit. I was gone for only two hours. I decided I was gonna leave him alone because he obviously needs to get his thoughts together on what he wants to do. It was all on him…. HE asked me to come over, HE asked me to share a bed with him, HE was the one all over me in bed and saying suggestive things, I was just going with the flow. Yeah, he was looking good as fuck and he thick as hell and his ass was looking extra grippable, but I didn’t try anything, didn’t even flirt. I was being respectful as fuck. I wasn’t gonna be the one he blamed for making him stray away from God or whatever the fuck lmao. So that has been my week. It’s the afternoon the next day now and I woke up thinking about this shit because his scent is still on me *eyeroll*
The castle was still gunning down the last of the enemy ships. The battle raged on, but for Keith, none of it mattered. He stared at the Black lion in shock. It had taken a direct hit from the laser cannon. It drifted in front of him, in the antigravity of space, eyes dark and a hole punched clean through the head. Like a hole puncher through paper.
It had all happened so damn fast. One second he was beside Lance, taking down the enemy and feeling cocky, and the next, Lance’s raw, guttural screams were echoing in his skull.
There was a faint chattering on the com link. It seemed muffled and unreal, but the voices were recognizable. They were talking, Keith realized. His crew mates. Talking to him. Words and sentences. Keith numbly switched off the com link and stared. Then he noticed something.
“What in the holy hell is this?” you glared at Brett with narrowed eyes, rage almost burning in your orbs as you pointed towards a badly built up tent, the wind almost making the thin fabric it was made of blowing away.
Brett chuckled and cocked his head. “It’s your ‘home sweet home’ for the night.” he casually anseered and pushed you firther when you hesitated on approaching it.
“That’s so not funny—“ you began and kicked in the snow.
“It’s freezing outside and you can’t expect me to gladly walk into that tent.” Your complaints were the last drop for Brett; he growled before taking a firm grip around your forearm, dragging you with him the last bit.
“Stop nagging.” was the only thing Brett mumbled when he was able to get you in front of the tent, kneeling down to open the zipper to the opening before you yank you arm back.
“There’s NO way in hell that I’m going to sleep in there. I’m going to freeze to death!” Brett snapped his head up to you and he didn’t look as kind as he usually did. Without a single word, he rather forced you to step into the tent, dragging you by one of your ankles.
A/N: THERE WILL BE TWO SEPARATE ENDINGS!!! Yes, this is the last fic before the end! One ending will be where the reader gets back together with Draco, the other will be where they split ways. Also, heads up, this one sucks lol
also can we just appreciate this gif of Tom Felton he’s so hot i can’t
Word Count: 2,036
Warnings: Cursing I think?? awkwardness!!! really poorly written draco not gonna lie on this one
Draco pulled away from (Name) gently, eyes half lidded and hands shaking. (Name) looked at him with dazed eyes and rosy cheeks.
The silence was almost comfortable. It wasn’t tense, nor awkward, but simply just silence.
Draco could feel his stomach doing flips. He didn’t know what to say or think, he just knew that whatever he felt couldn’t be ignored.
“I… Don’t really know what to say,” (Name) mumbled. Her eyes were cast downwards and her hair fell in her face. Draco lifted her chin up and gazed into her eyes that held the constellations he loved.
“You don’t have to say anything.” He pulled her into another kiss, in which she complied to.
The two parted ways, promising to meet up the next day at the same place. There was definitely something that needed to be resolved.
(Name) went to sleep that night not feeling regret, but anxiousness. Was this what she had wanted all along? Could she just forgive him like that? Was it even okay to forgive him for what he did?
Draco went to sleep that night knowing that she was what he wanted. Nothing more, nothing less. He had learned from his mistakes, and his decision was final.
Draco Malfoy was in love with (Name) (Last Name), and he wasn’t ashamed for what he felt.
However, Draco also understood that (Name) was not naive, so he was nervous as to how should react when she came back to her senses. Would she yell at him? Be frustrated with what happened? Or would she cherish him? Tell herself that the kiss they shared was a new start?
Ash’s Writing Challenge (3) - Little Red Riding Hood - This is the story behind Negan’s red scarf - [continued]
Negan x Female Reader
A/N: This is a short story based on the Little Red Riding Hood. <33 This is a three part series for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash challenge xx I’m sorry this took forever to post I’ve been in a bad writing rut >.< – Special shoutout to this beautiful soul @daintyunicorn for helping me out in my time of need <33 <– you guys…her work is FIRE, if you haven’t checked out her stuff, her one shots are soo good, and ‘The Hills’ is one of my favorite fics!
Since you were a teenager, you were taught that no man looks at a woman with honesty. That the minute they lay eyes on you they are consumed by lust. They will use their wits to ease you into their trap and then devour your mind, body and soul the instant chance they get. Those words were implemented by your grandmother, and they lingered in your head as you sat down next to the handsome stranger. You were the last person that wanted to admit she was right, but you couldn’t ignore how unsettled you were. You glued your eyes to the deteriorating wood, admiring the fire dancing wildly atop of it.
Noticing you avoid his stare, the man responded with a sigh and rested his forearm on his knee while extending his other leg out to get comfortable. “What happened to your group?”
“You mentioned that you haven’t been on your own that long, which means at some fucking point you were with others. What happened?”
Deep into the springtime of the city, the rain tapped against window while the dog snored on his pillow. It was a quiet kind of Tuesday in the history wing of the old Fisher building, and the professor graciously accepted the reprieve before the onslaught of finals commenced.
It’s time for sunshineTM, Hunk. Also, thanks to everyone who’s been reblogging/like this stuff! I’m really enjoying writing it.
Lance cursed under his breath as tears welled in his eyes again. Again. Why was this becoming a usual occurrence? He bit the inside of his cheek, willing his eyes to stop whatever it was they were deciding to do. It wasn’t even something big this time. It wasn’t Shiro bailing him out for goofing off, or Pidge dismissing his existence. It wasn’t even Keith insulting him as usual. It was just four words from Hunk.
“Are you okay buddy?”
It tore his insides, the way Hunk looked at him, the concerned frown, the twisted mouth. He felt strangely guilty as he sent Hunk his trademark smile, nodded and passed him, tears already spilling. He was an idiot to think Hunk wouldn’t notice; Hunk knew him way too well for that. He always could tell. Ever since they became friends, it was like Hunk had this crazy ‘people are upset’ Geiger counter. It was the source of a few - the only - conflicts they had has friends; if Lance ever hid anything from Hunk, or vice versa, there would be hell to pay.
So Lance walked down the corridor, praying to whatever weird space deity could hear him that Hunk wouldn’t chase him down and give him that bear hug that no matter what would cause Lance to spill out his problems. He really didn’t want to burden Hunk with his non-issues; it wasn’t like he was the only one experiencing homesickness, after all. He reached his room in what seemed like record time, and collapsed on his bed.
He wish he didn’t notice the door open. He did. He also noticed arms envelop him as his friend sat down beside him. Tears that had been held back leaked out once more as he pushed his face into Hunk’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” Lance’s said, his voice muffled as his head remained buried in Hunk’s shoulder, tears dripping onto Hunk’s shirt.
“Okay. What are you sorry about?” Hunk’s voice was quiet. Lance cringed at the concerned tone.
“For - for not being good enough, for burdening you with my problems, for feeling like I’m the only one with issues when I’m not and it’s not even like I have issues anyway.” Lance looked up, meeting Hunk’s eyes for a moment and then looking away, unable to face the worry in his eyes.
“Buddy, you’re not being a burden. And hey?”
“You’ve literally done the same for me. I wasn’t being a burden then, well, that’s what you insisted.” Hunk said, smiling. Lance shook his head slowly in response.
“You can’t compare your situation with mine. It’s different.” Lance didn’t look into Hunk’s eyes as he spoke quietly, looking down. Hunk shrugged, inadvertently bumping Lance’s head, which caused Lance to let out an exhale of laughter. Hunk smiled.
“Yeah, but the outcome’s the same. Sadness. Sadness sucks, man.” Hunk raised his eyebrows, nodding emphatically as Lance rolled his eyes.
“Wow. Your words have eloquence like none other.” Lance’s lips curved upwards, slowly turning into a smile, his words tinged with heavy sarcasm. Hunk let out a short laugh.
“Wow. I didn’t know you knew what eloquence meant.” Hunk tried to speak with a serious face, but instead broke out into giggles. Lance punched Hunk’s arm lightly, feigning a glare before a smile lifted up his cheeks.
“Rude.” He humphed in a melodramatic fashion, before his smile faded. “I just - this is crazy right? We’re in space and…I’m just…” Lance gestured as to finish his sentence. Hunk raised his eyebrows, agreeing with a nod.
“We always dreamed of this, right? And it’s happening and its so much scarier than we ever thought it’d be.” He looked at Lance.
“Well, I’m happy you’re here. At least there’s a familiar face through it.” Lance smiled, and Hunk returned it with a beaming grin.
“Lance? Being sincere? What?” Lance rolled his eyes in response, once again punching Hunk’s shoulder.
“Shut up.” Lance grumbled, but Hunk ignored him, getting up and opening the door, proceeding to shout across the corridor.
“Hey guys! Come here quick! Lance is being sincere! I think it’s a bonding moment!” He turned around to smirk at Lance, who crinkled his nose in irritation.
“Seriously? Are you ever going to let that go?” Lance glared at Hunk who shrugged, closing the door again, lips twitching into a beaming smile.
“When you acknowledge it happened and you and Keith can work together without being dicks to each other.” Lance didn’t respond, instead merely pointedly staring at Hunk.
Then the door opened, and a certain mullet-clad paladin put his head round the door with confusion written across his face.
“Um…Hunk? Why were you shouting?”
Hunk burst out laughing as Keith looked on, his expression morphing from confusion to irritation and confusion.
“…okay…” Keith said in hesitation, looking from the collapsed Hunk, laughing, to the Lance who was slowly curling on himself, appearing to try and sick into the mattress. Hunk opened his mouth to respond, but instead began laughing twice as loudly. Keith just stared and began slowly closing the door.
“Seriously dude? What was that?”
Lance glared at him, finally sitting up
as Hunk’s laughing began to subside to giggles. “You know he doesn’t like me back, right?” Lance looked down. Hunk stopped laughing.
“Maybe. I don’t know. But if you gave him a chance to actually get to know you?” He trailed off in sing-song voice. Lance frowned once more.
“No one wants to know me.” Tears dripped from his eyes, and Hunk’s smile vanished, once again engulfing Lance in a hug. “No one wants me.”
“That’s not true. I know you. I like you.” Hunk smiled.
“Thanks,” Lance sighed. “Seriously.”
“Dude I’ve dealt with you for a long while. You’re stuck with me. Can’t get rid of me.” Hunk tightened his hug around Lance, who let out a hesitant laugh.
“Thanks.” Lance closed his eyes. “Sorry.”
Hunk patted Lance on the back.
“Sorry.” They both laughed weakly. Lance pried himself off of Hunk, smiling through watery eyes. “I think I’ll go train.”
Lance rolled his eyes as Hunk smiled knowingly. “No, not because of that, Hunk you weirdo. I need to get better. I’m sick of being the worst.” Hunk opened his mouth to reply. “No, I am.”
“Just, be careful. And don’t avoid me again, ok?” Hunk stared at Lance, brows furrowed, and Lance looked sheepish.
“Yeah.” Lance shook his head. “I think we’re both getting sentimental in our old age.”
“Lance you’re barely 17.” Hunk laughed. “See you around, Lance.” He ruffled Lance’s hair much to the boy’s frustration.
wow. was that? a less depressing entry? Yes it was. Just fyi I do tend to lean towards Klance (and pining Lance + Keith) but this could be romantic if you like. I don’t mind. And again, thanks to everyone responding to this!
You were waiting for Shownu, oblivious enough to notice the stare of some dude right across your table. Tapping your feet on the floor, you glanced around, only to make eye contact with the dude, who gave you a creepy smile. Just in time, Shownu arrives and sees the dude right away. He passes you your drink and excuses himself.
“Babe, here’s your drink… Excuse me for a sec..”
You followed him with your eyes and see that he warned him without any hesitation. The dude gulped down a big amount of saliva before leaving the cafe in a hurry.
“What did you do?”
“I nicely told to him to piss off. *smiles widely at you*”
Wonho kept on staring at the guy who continued to give you looks. You, on the other hand, was busy blabbering about something that you’ve notice or heard of. Wonho, at first, let the dude off the hook since he thought that he was looking at someone else but after a couple of glances, he was right that he was looking at you. Having enough of the dude, he glares at him and notices that it barely affected the dude so he looks at you and smiles.
“Babe, I’ll be right back, okay?”
You weirdly look at him and nod. By the second Wonho stands up while angrily looking at the dude, the dude whimpers and scrambles off before Wonho could even reach him. You’re actually confused since he went back to sit beside you.
“Okay…. I thought you’ll go get something or go to the washroom?”
“Oh, I changed my mind. Where did we stop?”
Lee Minhyuk, this boy was literally quick on his feet. The two of you were happily eating when this dude decides to wink at you. At first, Minhyuk was confused if the dude winked at you or at him since the two of you were looking at the dude. The two of you decided to brush it off and continued to enjoy your meal when you nudged him and told him that the dude continued to give creepy looks. Minhyuk didn’t like that. He literally didn’t like the thought of some dude giving his girl the looks.
When Minhyuk was walking towards him, a lady went towards the dude who was giving you creepy looks and smacked him on the head with a bag. Actually, he was caught by his girlfriend. Minhyuk was left there, dumbfounded if he should give the dude a word or just go back to your table.
Coming out from the bathroom, he sees this dude walking up to you and decided to give you some creepy looks, trying to hit you up. You looked uncomfortable as you tried to fidget your way out of that situation. Kihyun, on the other hand, was really sensitive that day. His blood boiled but he kept it cool. Walking towards the dude, he leans in and places a hand around the dude’s shoulder. His ears were red like a monkey’s butt and you felt sorry for the dude who was going to face the wrath of Yoo Kihyun.
“Oh, are you hitting on my girlfriend?
“What do you mean, your girlfriend?”
The moment those words left the dudes mouth, you could see Kihyun’s hand tightly gripped on to his shoulder with a smile. The dude fell on both of his knees before asking forgiveness. Kihyun removes his hand and the dude hurriedly scrambled on to his feet and left.
It has been weeks since the two of you last seen each other. Meeting up at the cafe near their company, the two of you chatted before buying a cup of coffee for each other. In the midst of your chat, Hyungwon noticed some random dude who kept on looking at you. This literally bothered him. Hyungwon didn’t think twice and immediately looked at him and glared.
“Do you want to die?”
You were startled by what he just said and followed his gaze, only to see a dude sweating really hard. Hyungwon was about to stand up when the dude stood up and bowed at the two of you before leaving the cafe.
“The nerve of that punk… Tsk, why are you so pretty, huh?”
“What do you mean? -,-”
“Nevermind. Next time, you’ll be wearing a face mask with me okay?”
The two of you were busy looking at Earthenware Jars for the soybean paste and red chili pepper paste that the two of you were going to make the next day. When you were busy looking at the jars, Jooheon noticed the young lad, who was assisting the two of you, kept on staring at you. Jooheon gawked at the young lad and actually threw a fit.
“Seriously, seriously? Wow, you still have the audacity to stare at my girlfriend when her boyfriend is just right behind her?”
The young lad became flustered and immediately excused himself. You sighed at Jooheon and gave him a look. Jooheon, being Jooheon, pouted and started to whine.
“But babe… he was staring at you. Awww…. babe don’t give me that look. Huhuhu he was staring at you and I just… can’t stand here and continue to let him look at you.”
Changkyun left you for a moment to go get some banana milk. Once he successfully got his banana milk, he skipped back to the aisle that you were in when he noticed the dude, that was standing a couple of meters away from you, continued to look at you. He places the banana milk on the cart and blankly stared at him. Well, he was confused at first.
Why is he still there? Wait… .why is he staring at [y/n]? Changkyun continued to ponder on the question when he finally realized why the dude was staring at you. Changkyun would walk up to the dude, leaving you dumbfounded.
“Excuse me, I know my babe’s freaking gorgeous and all, but can you stop staring at her before I poke your eyes out of its socket?”
My 20 Year Old Idol Husband - Day 13 [ You Make Me Begin]
20 yr old Jungkook, at the top of his idol boyband career, has a secret only he & his bandmates know – An underground relationship, with you, a girl he met at a fanmeeting. Things get a little out of hand and you find out you’re pregnant.
You cried your eyes out in your car on your way to a new fresh start.
It felt like your heart has been ripped out of you chest, smashed on the floor and set on fire. When you walked in on Derek Cheating on you. That has been just 2 weeks ago
You were done.
He cheated on you….
You were on your way to la push a little place with a lot of green. And loving nature.
You inherited a cute house in La push after your aunt past away.
Derek didn’t know anything about that, he just knew you loved the small town. You always came here to visit your aunt and nieces and cousins. And played on the beach.
You had packed all your stuff as fast as you can. He didn’t really noticed you when you walked in. To busy, With her.
You heard your phone ringing again. From the back of your car. That has been the 16th times, Stiled had been calling you all day. He was the only one who cared actually.
You planned on answering him when you were home. Your new home.
You were busy whipping your tears away, you didn’t saw the big wolf on the road.
You almost hit the wolf. If you didn’t have so good reflects. You locked eyes with the wolf. And froze, just as he did.
You stepped on the brake. Your car stopped right before the wolf. Your heart was beating like crazy.
Your were scared because you have never seen a wolf this big. Derek wasn’t exactly a wolf, more like a little part. But this one was huge! But beautiful
The wolf looked away. And run to the forest.
A little shocked you came home.
You needed to walk a path and then you came on a gorgeous field with flowers and a cute and cozy house. Your ran back and parked your car nearer by then you did before. But careful not to hurt the plants surrounding the house.
When you were done bringing al
The stuff in you, you put everything away. You were already loving this place. You get why your aunt never moved. You opened the window in the kitchen and heard running water splashing against stones, after the house there was a small river.
You looked further and saw the same wolf again, you were a little confused. Then you saw something happen you never expected.
The wolf turned into a male.
And what a gorgeous male it was.
A beautiful body. Ow shit he was naked, uhmm nice short black hair and sparkling brown eyes. Wait what. O god he saw me looking you thought. And looked down as fast as you can.
You heard the male (gorgeous male) fast walking to you when you looked up he had short on.
“Hey, please don’t freak out what you just saw.”
“ Oh well, I am not… just did except it.”
“Can i come inside so I can explain?”
“Yeah sure I will open de door for you!”
You said as you saw him trying to climb trough your window.
“ o yeah sure, the door.” He laughed.
You opened the door for him and
He looked around when he walked to your sofa.
“Nice home, very cozy.”
“Yeah, thanks, I inherited it from my aunt.”
“ow I am sorry condolences.”
“Don’t worry, it happens 3 years ago. I just never been here, but now I regret it.”
You said with a smile and looked around as well.
“Well why are you here now.”
You sighed, “well my boyfriend, now ex. He cheated on me. And I couldn’t do it anymore and that’s why I left and came here to found peace.”
“Oh I am sorry again, what an ass.”
“Yeah he is.” You laughed.
“Well I came here to explain something because you saw me change into a wolf, but first I have a question, why weren’t you scarred or shocked?”
“Because that ex boyfriend, he was also a werewolf, but I guess you are more like a shapeshifter.”
“Because you shift in a giant full wolf, and he because he is a werewolf, only like half, just like eyes,ears nails , hair and teeth.”
“Okay, well there is one thing is still want to tell you. Because you understand the rest.
And that is imprinting, ever heard about it?”
“If you mean Genomic imprinting.”
“No, we shifters have mates, we call them imprints. And when we look into their eyes, they become the most important thing for us, it isn’t gravity that hold you down, it’s her. And you will do everything for her. You will be everything for her that’s she needs. A friend, a brother or a lover. Mostly you become lovers, but everything is fine, as long she is happy and safe.”
“That is a beautiful thing, somebody who doesn’t cheat.”
You scoffed. He looked a little uncomfortable.
“ow I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay, don’t worry, I understand.”
“But why did you told me, did you imprint on someday?”
“I did actually, today.”
“Really that’s great!.”
“Yeah she almost run me over with her car.”
“OH! That is- wait you imprinted on me?!”
“Yes I did.”
“Well that is even better.” you winked, he laughed.
……3 MONTHS LATER…..
You were laying on the couch and watching a movie, Paul had patrol, you would meet him here and then you were invited to eat by Emily and Sam.
You got along very well with the pack.
Leah was the sweetest person to you. Because she understood you, what it is like to lose your boyfriend to somebody else. So she was like your favourite of them, after Paul.
You didn’t really had a relationship yet, well you didn’t confirm it.
The last few weeks you guys had become closer, first it was friend and get to know each other. But later he was standing much closer and got more flirty, you can’t do more than admit that you had fallen hard for him. Last week he was free and stayed with you all week, all you did was cuddle on the couch, watch movies and cook together, the first two days he slept on the couch but the third day it was a very cold night, so you called him in so he could keep you warm in the night. And after that you two shared your big and cozy bed.
That week has been one of your favourite weeks of all time and that had 2 reasons:
1. The guy you were into and you know you could trust with everything. Told you he loved you, thinking you were asleep.
2. And when you were watching a cute film and the two actors kissed. You kissed as well, and it was the most perfect kiss you ever had. And you were still in heaven
You heard a knock on the door. Thinking it was Paul who forget his keys, you gave him one for emergencies.
You happily opens the door.
But your smile quickly fated when you saw the person you hated the most.
Derek Hale. And no you didn’t say that because you love him, that was already long gone. You loved Paul. Like you never loved someday, he just didn’t know. But soon he will.
“Hey y/n…” he smiled softly
“Derek” you said bitterly
“I was hoping you would come home with me baby.”
“Hahaha that was a good one, try again!”
“ y/n I am serious, I miss you, and I love you!”
Then you Saw Paul walking towards the house.
Not paying Derek anymore attention.
You happily run up to him and gave him hug, which he returned and gave you a small kiss on your forehead, something he always did, and you loved it (seriously who doesn’t!)
“Who is that?” Paul asked nodding towards Derek.
“Ow that is just Derek, he was already planning to leave, right?”
“No I wasn’t , I am not gonna leave without you!” He said
“Never.” Paul growled.
“Derek, it is over, you cheated, we ended our relationship 3,5 months ago, and you show up now! After all these weeks I didn’t heard a word from you.”
“Well I was thinking about you and realising that I loved you.”
“Ow of course you are realising that now! After a relationship of almost 2 years, you are realising that now.”
“ well I-”
“No please leave and never come back again. Or else I am sure Paul will help you with that.”
“ Oh yes I will do that with a lot of pleasure!”
He said and he hung his heavy arm around you waist and brought you closer.
“So you are done with me?” Derek asked.
“Wasn’t that clear enough for you?”
“Well then, goodbye, call me when you change your mind.” And he walked away.
“Then you can wait forever.”
Paul shouted after him
“Paul!” You laughed.
You two went inside and he immediately fell on your sofa. You called Emily and said you couldn’t make it anymore, and that you will come by later this week.
Paul looked very confused when you said that, but didn’t questioned anything.
When you hung up.
“Why did you told her that?”
you walked over to him and you sat on his lap. And he looked surprised.
“What are y-”
And you kissed him which he gladly returned.
After a few minutes you broke the kiss and looked him into the eyes and said something that made him smile and twinkle his brown eyes.
“I love you Paul.”
He turned you around so you were laying on your back and he was hanging above you.
And he kissed your whole face with small kisses. Looked you lovingly into the eyes.
“I love you too.”
This took so long, I rewrote this like 5 times and yet I still think something is missing just haven’t figured out what.
I still hope you enjoyed the imagine!
Request by: @queenkelseyjackson