should probably think of a better name

Bridges that Taylor Swift actually created

hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…

and you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you 

i’ve found time can heal most anything, and you just might find who you’re supposed to be…

and there you are on your knees, begging for forgiveness, begging for me, just like i always wanted, but i’m so sorry…

and the saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything yeah

and for the first time, what’s past is past..

this is falling in love in the cruelest way, this is falling for you when you are world’s away…

call a cab, lose my number, you’re about to lose your girl…

and what do you do when the one who means the most to you… is the one who didn’t show…

this is a state of grace, this is the worthwhile fight, love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right…

you took the time to memorise me, my fears, my hopes, and dreams i just like hanging out with you all the time…

two headlights shine through the sleepless night, and i will get you i’ll get you alone, your name has echoed through my mind and i just think you should think you should know that nothing safe is worth the drive and i will follow you follow you home…

we made a quite a mess babe, it’s probably better off this way, and i confess babe, in my dreams you’re touching my face, and asking me if i wanna try again with you, and i almost do…

distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence, train runs off its tracks, kiss me try to fix it, could you just try to listen… hang up, give up, for the life of us we can’t get back…

but i took your matches before fire could catch me so don’t look now… i’m shining like fireworks over your sad empty town…

my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again, these are the words i held back as i was leaving too soon, i was enchanted to meet you..

time turns flames to embers, you’ll have new september’s, every one of us has messed up too…

and i hope the sun shines and its a beautiful day, and something reminds you you wished you had stayed, you can plan for a change in weather and time, but i never planned on you changing your mind…

will you take a moment, promise me this, that you’ll stand by me forever, but if god forbid fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye, if you have children someday, when they point to the pictures, please tell them my name, tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how i hope they shine..

remember when you hit the brakes too soon, 20 stitches in the hospital room, when you started crying baby i did too, when the sun came up i was looking at you, remember when you couldn’t take the heat, i walked out i said I’m setting you free but the monsters turned out to be just trees, and when the sun came up you were looking at me…

you were all i wanted, but not like this….

you’ll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burnin it down, someday when you leave me i bet these memories will follow you around..

remind me how it used to be, pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, and say you want me….

your smile, my ghost, i fell to my knees, when you’re young you just run, but you come back to what you need…

now that I’m clean, i’m never gonna risk it…

i reached for you but you were gone, i knew i had to go back home, you search the world for something else to make you feel like what we had, and in the end in wonderland we both went mad…

Jungkook: 50% Cotton

Genre: awkward shy Jungkook, 100% fluff, the lightest sprinkle of smut, based on this request


Word Count: 6.1k

A/N: AS PROMISED, BEFORE THE END OF THE WEEKEND. So because there was no setting suggested except “dorm,” which to me means uni is involved, I kind of took a little bit a lotta bit of creative liberty. I also added Hobi because… why not? Haha~ Hope you enjoy!!

Sequel: 50% Polyester (Rated M- as in, it’s literally just fluffy smut)

Originally posted by mrspreadinglegsjungkook

You stare at the silver, white, and gold fish as they lazily swim around the pillars, a sight that still leaves you with a small prickling feeling at the back of your neck. Although, the more you come here, the less you seem to notice.

Even though you go to school in the middle of a big city, it’s been a while since you’ve actually legitimately gone “out” in the conventional sense of the term. For the past couple years, all you’ve done is vault the turnstiles, sneak onto the train with a group of friends, and ride out to an abandoned, flooded mall. There’s nothing to do except sit, talk, drink, smoke, and watch as a few smart men occasionally come by to feed or collect a sizable portion of the trapped fish. It’s not glamorous, but it rarely costs money and it gives you somewhere to be that’s not your dorm.

Loud laughter draws your attention. You would recognize it anywhere. Jung Hoseok.

You can’t help but smirk as his new girlfriend yelps helplessly, almost slipping on a stray patch of slippery moss. It’s her… second time coming to the mall? If he keeps her around, she’ll get used to it, but by the look on her face, you’re starting to think she might not want to.

Is she prettier than you? You don’t think so. Smarter? Maybe, but judging by the name-brands she’s wearing, probably not. Better in bed? For the two years you’d been together, you’d only slept with Hoseok maybe five or six times due to complicated work and class schedules.

That might be why he chose her over you. Well, this is the third “her” so far, but you can’t ever seem to pinpoint the reason they would be more qualified-

Why are you thinking about this? You should be over him and his ridiculously attractive smile, contagious laugh, and genuinely caring personality. The two of you broke up half a year ago. Okay, he broke up with you and you are still a little put off by it, but he’s a good guy, a great friend. You want to hate how nice he is, but you really can’t.

Alright, confession time. Hoseok was the one who first brought you here and introduced you to your current group of friends, the fifteen or so that make the thirty minute ride to the mall every weekend. You secretly wish this wasn’t the case, namely because it makes you feel like you depend on him. But at this point, what can you do?

You love him, even if it’s no longer in the romantic sense of the term. It’s ridiculous, but you do love Jung-

“This seat taken?”

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first date starters

Send me one to see how my muse reacts. Feel free to alter to fit muses.

  • “Would you like to come in for a nightcap?”
  • “I don’t sleep with someone on the first date.”
  • “I promise, I have a better track record than this.”
  • “I don’t normally do blind dates, but [name] spoke very highly of you!”
  • “This is my favorite place for first dates.”
  • “So – do you want to get together again sometime soon?”
  • “I’m not looking for anything serious.”
  • “I don’t want the night to end.”
  • “I think it’s best if we’re upfront about what we want right now.”
  • “Wow, you don’t look anything like your picture online.”
  • “It’s so great to finally meet you in person!”
  • “I should probably tell you that I just got out of a long-term relationship.”
  • “Want to come upstairs?”
  • “I can walk you home, if you like.”
  • “Walk me home?”
  • “Let’s go dancing!”
  • “Yeah, I don’t think we should do this again.”
  • “This was fun and all, but I don’t see us working out.”
  • “That movie sucked!”
  • “I wasn’t sure you’d come.”
  • “I was starting to think you’d stood me up.”
  • “I’m done screwing around. I want a real relationship.”
  • “It’s too early to call, but I have a good feeling about this.”
  • “Let me get the check.”
  • “Want to split the check?”
  • “It’s nothing personal, I just don’t think we fit.”
  • “This was the worst date of my life.”
  • “Don’t call me again.”
  • “Oh, God, my ex is here.”
  • “That wasn’t exactly how I imagined our first date going.”
  • “This was nice. Just a simple, sweet first date.”
  • “What, no good night kiss?”
  • “I don’t think I can date a Republican/Democrat.”
  • “It’s important to me that I date someone within the faith.”
  • “Want to play a game? Twenty Questions, or something?”
  • “Trust me – don’t want to go there.”
  • “We probably shouldn’t go there. My ex hangs out there sometimes and I think seeing them would kind of kill the mood.”
  • “I don’t date much, to be honest.”
  • “I hate to come on too strong, but I really, really like you.”
  • “Can I kiss you?”
  • “Why do you even like me? Is it the money?”
  • “Look, I gotta be honest – you were rude to the waiter, and that’s a serious turn-off.”
  • Whoa! That’s off-limits until, like, the tenth date.”
  • “Wow, you come on strong, don’t you?”
  • “I’m not making the greatest impression right now, am I?”
  • “Have you ever been here before?”
  • “I’ve never been here before!”
  • “I don’t normally meet up with people from Tinder/Grindr/OkCupid.”
  • “Where do you see yourself in five years?”
  • “That’s it! I’m leaving!”
  • “Hey! You’re on this date with me, remember?”
  • “I like you, but I think you’re hung up on your ex.”
  • “You haven’t let me get a word in edgewise all night!”
  • “Are you always this shy?”
  • “So, what do you do for a living?”
  • “Why did you even agree to go out with me?”
  • “I think I’m in love with you.”

Reader x Stiles Stilinski



Imagine: You are in love with Stiles, but thinks you don’t stand a chance, since he only sees you as Scott’s sister and a friend. Plus, you think he is love with Lydia. Then, one day, you get seriously injured. When you later wake up at the hospial, Stiles surprises you by confessing his feelings.

Warnings: sinful fluff with this smol bean named stiles, slight swearing, but eh… haha

Word Count: 2881

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“What should we name him” Sansa asks as she stares at the perfectly round face of the newborn in her arms.

“I think the better question is who do we want him to be” Jon softly replies. Ever since the babe took his first series of breaths, Jon has been unable to tear his eyes away from him.

“I want him to be strong and honest” Sansa replies, smiling down at the child as he starts to squirm in her arms.

“He should be honorable… father” Jon solemnly replies. Though he learned long ago that Ned was not his true father he was still the only father he had ever known. Biology would never be able to erase the love he felt towards Ned. It would be a great honor to have his own son come up in his image.

Sansa smiles fondly at the thought. Her father was the most honorable man she had ever known and she missed him dearly. “Eddard Stark” she says in her head as she looks down at the child again. She liked it, but it didn’t feel right for the babe in her arms. There was something about the boy that told Sansa he would be a handful as he came up. He wouldn’t be as melancholy as his father and her father. As she brushes his raven locks from his face and shifts him in her arms, Sansa realizes exactly what she wants to name her son. Looking intently into his eyes she finally speaks again.

“Honor is important, but I have no doubt he will have plenty of it. He is of the blood of Jon Stark and Eddard Stark afterall” Sansa says with a fond smile. “I want him to be brave….like Robb” Sansa finally whispers, a hint of pain in her voice as she thinks about her brave older brother who marched against the crown for her family. She wanted her son to have that same fire and determination.

Robb was barely a man when he was tasked with avenging their father and guarding the north. He outsmarted the best war strategists in the realm and bravely won battle after battle. She knew if he had lived he would have rescued her and protected his family from the pain they would all end up suffering. Sansa wanted her son to be honest and strong and honorable but she wanted him to brave most of all, just like she wished she could be brave like Robb all those years ago.

“The young wolf” Sansa smiles as she brings her son’s soft forehead to her lips. Jon’s heart swells with happiness and a bit of sadness as he witnesses just how much the name means to her. Robb was his best friend, strong and brave and better at everything. He wanted nothing more than to have a son who was just like the man he knew as his brother.

“Robb Stark” Jon lets out as he lets his arm drape around Sansa’s waist to pull her into his chest. He gently kisses her on the crown of her head before he reaches out to grab his son’s tiny little fingers and brings them gently to his lips. “I hope you’re every bit of the man your namesake was” he whispers as the babe lets out a soft yawn and snuggles into his mother’s chest.

Bangtan Stans

Namjoon stans:
- very rare (idk why he’s nice it makes me sad friends)
- dimple fans
- probably very chilly
- ARMYs since 2013
- know every bad thing that he did and have 10000 excuses for them (like moomoos lol) [many stans where sad about his mistakes, don’t take this point wrong, Namjoon stans are niceu!]
- dead since BBMAs 2017

Seokjin stans:
- also very rare (WHY?)
- make fun of not today till 3198
- or are triggered because of not today till 3198
- „bIghIt sHoUld gIvE hIm mOrE lInEs“ (but that’s a thing every ARMY says)
- their favorite noise is the noise that you hear when someone cleans the windows
- every stan knows at leats ONE dad joke by Jin
- dead since Jins headband selca

Yoongi stans:
- every second ARMY WAS a Yoongi stan
- one half of the Yoongi stans think he’s a bottom submissive fluffball the other half thinks he is a dominant daddy top
- love every word he says in english
- hyped about every selca he posts
- saracstic af
- dead since Agust D

Hoseok stans:
- very loyal
- „eVEryoNe iS sLeEpiNg oN jHoPe“
- make fun of his stage name 24/7 (like J-hoe, J-horse…)
- they’re triggered instantly when someone says Jimins/Jungkooks dancing is better than Hobis
- are doing sunshine jokes all the time
- waiting and crying for his mixtape
- dead since the no more dream dance break

Jimin stans:
- aren’t loyal (probably Kook stans too)
- don’t know what to do because Jimin is cute and innocent but then there are his hip thrusts
- have 100000 reasons why you should stan Jimin
- pervy af
- 90% thinks he is a bottom (but he tops t(h)rust me)
- love his black hair
- dead since we don’t talk anymore

Taehyung stans:
- loyal af
- can’t stand his boxy smile
- „cute/handsome/sexy/cool since 1995“
- are you calling me a sinner? (no Tae stan cares about his high notes I mean THIS WAS SO PERFECT AND THEY JUST CARE ABOUT THAT LINE I WANT TO STAB SOME BITCHES)
- some Taehyung fans are going to far
- the most of them think he’s a top (but he’s a bottom trust me fams)
- dead since 1995

Jungkook stans:
- either new or loyal
- in love with his bunny teeth
- waiting for something he can’t do
- hyped over everything he does, even his breath
- hate ARMYs who just like him for his looks and can talk for a year about him and why you should stan jungkook
- some stans/hater are going to far
- dead since dope era


Rating: T


Derek presses his fingers against his soulmark briefly, studying the familiar phrase in the mirror before tugging his shirt on. It’s an old habit, running his fingers across the mark on his ribs, touching it gently with unending fondness. Even though it’s been years since the phrase appeared, and even though he has long since memorized the curves and arches of the writing, Derek loves looking at the mark.

He was only five years old when the words burned themselves into his skin. No one really knows how the marks work, just that they appear when the youngest of the pair is born, spelling out the first words that the soulmates will say to each other. By the time the last letter finished carving Derek’s skin, he was in tears. His mother had held him through the tremors and promised that the pain would be worth it in the end. After all, having a soulmark was a gift, the universe’s way of helping him find the one person to make him whole. (In Derek’s opinion, if the universe has the power to match people up, than it probably had the power to make the process painless, but what did he know.)

When the pain ended and his mark was legible, Derek wondered what type of person his mate would be. After all, who started a conversation with a proposal? It always seemed so presumptuous that their meeting would begin with an offer of full commitment, but at the same time Derek has always loved the originality of the statement. In comparison with something like ‘hello’ or ‘can I help you,’ his words have always stood out (though his mother’s words are ‘can I help you’ and his father’s mark reads,‘for starters, you can get that monstrous thing out of my way,’ so maybe even simple marks have something unique about them).

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memey au jared kleinman x reader; headcannons


Written @ Writers Wednesday, special thanks to;

Flower Anon










-Everyone is born with their soulmates favorite meme on their forearm

-Its always like a very specific meme so like if your soulmate saw it they would be like ‘oh shit thats me’

-You, however, were born with a shit ton of memes

-Like, all of them

-Ones from like the MEDIEVAL times of memes yo and also brand new ones and its kind of sick??

-sick as in cool or sick as in gross only you can decide

-you frequently wake up with a new meme on your arm whenever a new one becomes popular

 -sometimes you have to go on to figure out what the fuck is on your body

-every day you look at your arm and cupcakke lyrics are there 

-its hell

-”ms. (Y/N) why is there the words ‘hump me fuck-’”


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Good Girl CH 5: Red From Rejection

“Now I know you can’t be friends with that slut,” Kai says.

“That just makes me want to keep her more,” Dragon huffs.

Owl, Puppy and Elf just turn a bright red at the news.

Dino’s voice gets through, “I can’t wait to dirty that little mind of hers’.”

“I call taking it,” Kitty grins at me.

“If it was any of us, it would be me,” Suho reasons.

“Why you?” Dimple pouts, “I would be just as good at taking it.”

“Ya!” I snap, trying to sound stern but being perched on someone’s lap doesn’t help me.  “First, this is not a discussion I want to have with you guys. I don’t even like talking about it with my close friends. Second, speaking of close friends, Kai,” I glare at the tan man, “You say one more thing about Jihyo I will neuter you. What she does with her body is none of your business, not to mention I know for a fact that you not only fucked her but a good amount of the female population at your school.”

“I don’t see why you defend her.” Kai grumbles back.

“Never argue with a girl about loyalty Kai; it’s a rare thing in this day and age, appreciate when you find it,” Luhan says with a soft smile in my direction as he joins us on the couch. He looks over at Kitty, giving him a smirk, “Don’t you have a briefing to do?”

Kitty and Dragon both grumble something under their breath. Dragon looks to my friends, “Come on, lets go down to the conference room.” My friends look at me; concerned with the situation I got myself into.

“It’s okay guys,” I say with a brave smile. “I think we are good.”

“We will take good care of our little Joo,” Suho purrs, not even giving my friends a glance as they leave with the two older boys. When they are gone, the other seven boys that are still standing settle themselves around the room. Suho lets me down off his lap, setting me in between him and Luhan; his arm rests on my shoulders comfortably.

“So what are we going to do?” I ask Suho nervously, unable to keep myself from picking at my nails. He places a hand over mine to stop the motion.

“You get to pick.”

“I don’t know what there is to do,” I look at Elf and Puppy who are practically bouncing off the couch. “You guys pick.”

“How about a chicken fight?”

I grin big at that idea and hop off the couch. “I’m totally in!” The boys follow suit, some faster than others. They lead me outside onto the lawn. Suho decides to sit out and judge while the rest of us begin without another word. Hopping around on the grass with them I feel as if they aren’t scary people, instead they are just a bunch of crazy puppies with a scarier bark then a bite. After playing a few rounds we head back inside, I feel as if a new bond has formed with the rest of them.

I begin to wonder about things, letting one of my thoughts slip out, “What is going to happen after my friends leave?”

“Nothing bad, don’t worry your pretty little head baby girl,” His use of a new nickname makes me blush.

“I was going to call her that,” Kai pouts.

“You can use it too, Xiumin hyung is probably the only one who is going to claim a nickname.”

Luhan cocks his head at me, “Speaking of nicknames, I’d like to hear the rest of ours.”

“What’s mine?” Elf asks with a child like smile, I begin to wonder how people normally react to them. They are all attractive so I would think it would be positive but from the way they reacted to me not being afraid of them, I guess not.

“Elf oppa,” I say shyly.

“And me?” Dino asks.

“Dino,” I look to Puppy, knowing he is about to ask as well, “Than Puppy oppa, Owl oppa, Tan oppa, Dimple oppa, Handsome oppa, Deer oppa, Panda oppa, and Kitty and Dragon oppa went with my friends.” I point to each boy except for Sehun who I know is younger then me now.

“What about me Noona?” Sehun asks with a cute pout.

I hesitate to say it out loud for a minute, “It’s kind of mean, Bitch face dongseang, I’m sorry.” Sehun frowns deeply as his hyungs burst out laughing at the boy’s misfortune. I genially fell badly for giving him such a mean nickname but I just based it off looks and first impressions.

“Sorry Sehun-ya,” I lean forward to be closer to the boy on the other side of the coffee table. The boy looks up at me, a small smile on his face.

“You know my name?”

I hesitantly nod.

“Why his? Why not mine?” Elf, really Chanyeol, pouts.

I shrug, “I try not to pay attention to that stuff.”

“Why?” Suho asks me this time.

“Because I figured the less I knew, the better.”

Luhan chuckles, “You’re such a smart girl.”

“So how is this living situation supposed to work?” I ask Luhan this time.

He brushes my hair out of my face as he thinks the question over, “Since you are under age we should probably figure out something better than you just falling off the grid.”

“Why can’t she just transfer to our school?” Tao asks with a smile.

Everyone looks at Suho who nods, “That would probably be the easiest option. I can send an email out to your parents telling them you are a late acceptance and because of that you will have to live in the dorms. That way you can continue to stay with us.”

“You’ve thought this through pretty well,” Dino remarks, amusement in his voice. Suho looks away, a pink tint appears on his cheeks.

“How long am I going to be staying with you guys?”

Baekhyun hums, “Indefinitely.”

I think back to what Yoongi said, “So until you get bored of me?” No one answers me; they all just look away, annoyed by the question. “I just need to know if I should get attached or not.”

“Do you really think you’re going to get attached to us?” Kai snaps.

“Not if you keep up that attitude. It’s not a completely ridiculous thought, you guys are starting to like me aren’t you?”

Kai scoffs, “Don’t think so highly of yourself, just because we show interest in you doesn’t me we actually care about you. We just happen to like that pretty face of yours.” I look from him to everyone else, who is still looking away from me. When no one else says anything to make me think otherwise I stand up and start walking out of the living room. My blood boiling and my chest aching from the rejection, something I hate to deal with. That is why I’m single, why I’m a virgin, why Jihyo is my only real friend, I can’t deal with people turning me down in situations like this. I feel so stupid for thinking they would actually get attached to me.

“Oppa!” I yell as I speed walk in the direction the other boys went. I can hear the others behind me but I don’t stop, not wanting them to see the obvious blush on my face. “Joonie! Yoongi! Jinjin! Hoseok! Kookie! Taetae! Chimchim!”

“Where are you going?” Luhan yells from behind me. I just start taking random turns at this point, hoping it will lead me to an exit or my friends.

“Oppas!” I yell more desperately as the ones behind me get closer.

“Joo-ya?” Jin yells out from down the hall.

“Jin oppa!” I cry when I finally reach him, wrapping my arms around his neck and hiding my face in the crook of his neck. He hugs me tightly.

“It’s okay Joo, I got you,” He whispers softly to me.

“What happened Joo?” Namjoon asks placing a warm hand on my back.

“Noona,” The large maknae comes over to me, offering to take me from the older. “Hyung, you figure out what happened.” I go to the younger boy without a problem, he brings me into the room they came out of. Looking up quickly I see it’s the conference room, with a massive wood table and over a dozen chairs it looks like something you would see in a normal office. Kookie sits in one of the chairs comfortably with me in his lap even though I’m two, almost three, years older then him.

“We were gone for 45 minutes and you guys manage to make her break down, something that does not happen often,” Yoongi growls.

“I knew this would happen,” Jin sighs. “Jimin and Tae, you guys go and sit with them while we figure this out.”

“I want to see her!” I hear Kitty demand. I tighten my arms around Kookie, a silent plead for him to make them go away. Kookie just rubs my back soothingly.

“Not until we figure out what happened.”

Tae and Jimin join us in the conference room, sitting on either side of us, Jimin asks softly, “Noona, are you okay?”

With a deep breath I say, “I’m fine, they didn’t hurt me, I just needed to get away from them. All of them.”

“Do you want to go home?” Tae’s voice is still filled with concern.

“Please, just take me home.”

“What did they do to make you so upset?”

I sigh, coming out of my hiding place I let my hair hang in my face, but they can see my red cheeks through my hair. It’s rare to actually be able to see my blush with my tan skin so when it does happen, I have to be really embarrassed, something they know. “It’s nothing, I was really stupid and asked a question I should have guessed the answer to. Now I’m just embarrassed and want to go home as soon as possible so I can throw myself in my bed and never get out again.”

Kookie uses his hand to guide my chin so I’m forced to look him in the eye, “Oh Noona, did they reject you or something?” I tense before burrowing myself back into his neck to hide my face.

“How did you know?” I mumble.

“Because we know you Noona,” Kookie starts rubbing my back again, “Plus Jihyo noona has a really big mouth. She told us after the first few times we met that you are one of the strongest people she knows and that not matter what people say to you or try to do to you, you won’t care. The only thing that can upset you is rejection.”

I growl, “I suddenly don’t feel guilty for punching her.”

“Noona don’t be mad, she was just trying to explain to Hoseok hyung why you never date.”

“She needs to learn how to mind her own business.”

Kookie chuckles, “That won’t be happening anytime soon.”

I find myself laughing too.

“Sorry to ask this but what did you ask?” The always curious Tae wonders.

I lean back again, “I asked them how long they think I would be staying. They basically told me until they get tired of me. I asked how long that would be cause I wanted to know if I should get attached to them or not. Then that jackass Kai got snappy with me because I was stupid enough to assume they had grown to like me.”

“Of course they care about you.”

“Right? You would think so but apparently I’m just thinking to highly of myself. But since they don’t care about me at all it shouldn’t be a problem if I went home.”

“Like hell it isn’t!” Kitty growls from the now open doorway. “What did I say earlier? No taking it back! You are staying here and that is final, got it?” He turns around to the ten boys who chased me down the hall and smacks each one of them upside the head. “You lying pieces of shit. Don’t you dare say that shit to her again.”

“We didn’t say anything, hyung!” Panda whines, earning another smack.

“That’s right you didn’t say anything when that little tan bastard was lying to her. You guys must think I’m an idiot if you expect me to believe that none of you care for her.”

“I do,” Dragon admits without hesitation.

“I don’t know why you guys think she is like other girls who will take our shit, especially you Kai. She is only staying here because we want her to and if she doesn’t think we want her, she will try to leave. You can’t play hard to get when she already has you in the palm of her hand. Or do you guys take back all the shit you said this morning about liking her and wanting to be her friend because if so, back the fuck off and leave her to Kris and I. Understand?”

They all nod.

“Good, now come here little one,” Kitty holds a hand out expectantly.

“I still think I should leave.”

That is not a good answer.

As soon as the words are out of my mouth a vase goes flying, shattering against the far wall. The small table by the door that the vase was on is tipped over, followed by a few of my friends. I surprise myself by jumping off Kookie’s lap and running over to a very angry Kitty.

“Oppa I’m sorry!” I say as I grab on to his arm, stopping him from moving on to his own friends.

“Why do you want to leave? Is it because they scared or because those asses rejected you? I did nothing wrong, why are going to leave me?” He yells.

“Oppa,” I coo softly, hugging him tightly. It only takes a few seconds for him to calm down and hug me back. “I’m not leaving forever. Just so Suho-ssi can email my parents about the transfer if he is still planning on doing that.”

“He is,” Dragon answers for him, joining Kitty and I.

“So we should get going,” Namjoon says helping Hoseok off the floor.

“Why?” Dragon growls this time.

“So you guys can figure everything out. You all apparently need personal time to figure out what you want. Xiumin and Kris hyung may have figured it out but the rest of you need to get your shit together before she comes back. I don’t want her living in a place where she doesn’t feel wanted or safe or have to be afraid of possibly saying the wrong thing and being brought down to the dungeon,” Everyone tenses at the last few words out of Jin’s mouth.

“The dungeon,” I echo his words.

“Don’t worry about that sweetheart,” Dragon coos as he strokes my head.

Kitty nods, “If anyone has to worry about it, it’s these fools.”

I nod.

“Can we take her now?” Jin opens his arms to me but Kitty doesn’t let me go.

“Let us say our goodbyes well one of you younger boys runs up and gets her stuff from my room.” Kitty waves Jin’s hand away, leading me back threw the house stopping in a grand entrance that I some how missed. He stops and turns back around to face me, a deep frown graces his cute face. “Goodbye for now little one, be good. I’ll be waiting for you to come back.”

He is pushed out of the way by Dragon who engulfs my small frame in a hug, “Be careful, and remember not to tell anyone about what you saw, understand Sweetheart?”

I nod.

He kisses the tip of my nose, “Good girl.”

“Okay, this is getting really weird, lets go,” Yoongi pulls me away from the giant and drags me toward the door without any shoes on. Tae appears holding my things and offers me my heels from last night. “I can carry her to the car, it’s fine.”

“Give me one more second,” I plead with Yoongi who just nods but doesn’t let go of my hand. I look back at the ten men who seem to suddenly be more silent then I thought possible. “You guys have until I come back to figure out how you feel about me, how you react to me the next time we see each other is how I will react for the rest of time together, so choose wisely, got it?” I don’t wait for a response; I just bow before following Yoongi out the door.


“I hear congratulations are in order!” My mom basically screams when I step in the house. My hang over had time to show its head on the hour-long drive to reach my house from theirs. I guess in that time Suho was able to type that email, I can imagine Dragon and Kitty breathing down his neck as he does so. My mom comes running down the hall to meet me at the door where I’m basically attacked with hugs and kisses, ones that don’t have me questioning my sanity for enjoying.

“Hi Mom,” I smile at her as she holds me out at arms length, her smile faltering when she notices my clothes. “We stayed with the boys since Ji got way too drunk to drive home and I don’t know the way.”

She nods, completely trusting the boys I’m now questioning, and drags me into the living room where the rest of my family is gathered watching TV. My two older sisters who are now in University are taking up all the empty seats on the large couch expect for one that I’m guessing my mom was occupying a few moments ago.

“Way to go Joo,” My oldest sister, Taeyoung, gives me a half assed smile before looking back at the TV.

“You finally did something,” Sungyoung comments without even giving me a glance.

My tight lipped smile gives my mom a big enough hint to let me go before I go upstairs to my room, not bothering to say hi to my dad who is far too focused on ignoring me. I collapse on my bed and roll myself up in my blankets, dreading moving in to that house but hating the idea of staying here more. The idea of staying here any longer with a family who has never really had any interest in having me makes my chest feel tight. Xiumin wants me. Kris wants me. But for how long? I groan. How did I get myself into this situation?

The last 24 hours has actually made me question my sanity. From agreeing to go to a shady club with Jihyo to agreeing to get in a van full of men I saw just murder a person. Lets not forget me agreeing to move in with them even though there is a good chance I will be rape and/or murdered while I am there. But my alarms, the things that have led me to where I am now, they must be broken or something. But yet, when I think about what went on threw the night and the morning to right now, I’m still unharmed. I was one of the few to walk out of that house alive that should mean something, right?

When the boys dropped me off they told me they would come get me on Monday morning and drive me to school. My new uniform will be here tomorrow since it was specially ordered from the headmaster of the whole school. A new school isn’t something I’ve thought about for awhile, let alone an elite private school that only rich kids and scholarship students can enter. Being neither smart nor rich or in the good graces of the headmaster at the moment I groan. The boys drove me past the school on the way home, since it’s Saturday the place was empty. I think back to the gorgeous academy, the massive U-shaped building with four stories, the fourth being the private lounge for only those who are invited in. I curl into myself, making a tight cocoon as if I could make myself disappear into thin air.

I don’t know if I’m ready for any of this.

“At least Jihyo will be there.”

anonymous asked:

Hello! How about some Komaeda, Naegi, Chihiro, Hajime, Ouma, Rantaro, Shuichi and Kiibo reacting to their s/o bringing home a stray kitten/puppy? Hope that isn't too much. Thank you and have a nice day! :)

Yesssssssssssssssssss! It isn’t too much don’t worry anon I love animal asks :’)

Request: Komaeda, Naegi, Chihiro, Hajime, Ouma, Rantaro, Shuuichi and Kiibo & S/O bringing home a stray puppy/kitten

Nagito Komaeda

  • He was making dinner for the two of you
  • And expecting you any minute
  • When you knocked on the door he was slightly confused
  • As you had your own key
  • So he just wandered up and opened it
  • He was about to ask why you didn’t use your key when he saw the pup in your arms
  • And a hopeful smile on your face
  • “Can we keep it?”
  • He just looks at you
  • “It’s a stray…”
  • Of course he wants to take it in
  • “We should probably get it checked over by a vet first…”
  • After that’s all sorted though you’ll often come in to him lying on the sofa and the pup on top of him
  • Or him trying to play with a toy for it and the pup deciding it’s a better idea to try chew on his hair

Makoto Naegi

  • He doesn’t really think about why you rung the doorbell
  • He just opens it on autopilot
  • Without looking at you
  • But when he hears a meow he turns immediately
  • Oh my god
  • He’s like
  • Hugging you both to death
  • And asking a million questions
  • Have you already named it?
  • Is it a boy or girl?
  • “Can we keep it?!”
  • You tell him it’s a stray
  • He doesn’t even think about the practicalities
  • He’s just petting it so much
  • And thanking you again and again

Chihiro Fujisaki

  • Worrier
  • Af
  • He’s in love the second you bring the kitten through the door
  • And he’s petting and fussing it
  • But he’s so worried
  • Like
  • Is this okay?
  • Can you do this?
  • What preparations do you need?
  • Is the home okay for a kitten?
  • You don’t have cat food what will you feed it
  • He’ll be taking it down the vet with you asap
  • Just to ease his worry
  • But then afterwards he won’t leave it alone
  • Watches it 24/7
  • Partially because he’s in love with it, partially because he’s afraid it’ll get hurt if he doesn’t watch it

Hajime Hinata

  • “Umm…”
  • He’s just smiling at you
  • With a raised eyebrow
  • Arms crossed
  • “Where did that come from?”
  • You grin, holding the puppy out to him
  • “It’s a stray,”
  • “Y/N…”
  • “Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaseeeeeee! It doesn’t have a home! We can’t leave it!”
  • He’s rolling his eyes but he nods
  • “Just let us get it checked yeah?”
  • You nod enthusiastically and he’s laughing and patting it on the head
  • Before patting you on the head too

Kokichi Ouma

  • The door opens
  • He’s screaming
  • You’re screaming
  • The puppy is howling
  • (All in excitement)
  • “Y/N!!!”
  • “Ouma!!!”
  • He’s bouncing up and down
  • He’s so happy
  • “What’s it called?! We’re keeping it right?!”
  • “Of course!”
  • You then get into a heated discussion about what to name it
  • Calling the names you come up with to the puppy
  • To see which it best responds to
  • When you get past that Ouma is giving the pup a bath to rid it of fleas just in case

Rantaro Amami

  • Smh Y/N
  • He can’t believe you
  • Not only one
  • But two kittens
  • Both filthy
  • And mewing in chorus
  • “Why?”
  • “They’re strays! I gave them some food and they followed me!”
  • “That’s why you don’t give them food-”
  • He’s playing devil’s advocate
  • Ofc he is overjoyed about the kittens
  • Once he’s got the practicalities sorted he’s just going to place them both on his chest
  • And pet them over and over
  • Or put one on each shoulder and zoom around the house

Shuuichi Saihara

  • Literally face palms
  • “Where did you find them?”
  • You have a puppy in each arm
  • Both trembling and making disgruntled sounds
  • “Is it wise for us to take them on? Can we afford it?”
  • “Of course!!! I couldn’t leave them like this!”
  • He has to think it all over
  • And once everything is sorted he ends up bonding with the pups
  • Mostly because they won’t leave him alone
  • He pats their head
  • And they yap so he gives them a cuddle
  • And then they nip at his nose and he laughs at the tickles
  • Especially when they lick his chin


  • “… Are they alive?”
  • “Yes,”
  • “They’re not robots?”
  • “No,”
  • In an instant he’s googling how to look after them
  • Making all the preparations
  • Makes sure the house is safe for kittens
  • And then he’s just
  • Observing
  • Intensely
  • Trying to learn about them
  • You laugh at how dedicated he is
  • And when they sit on him and purr he’s so confused?
  • “Is it malfunctioning?”
  • “It’s happy!”
  • He squints at it sceptically but nods
  • And then when they purr he makes his own sound to respond
If the GOM watched Haikyuu!!


  • His favourite character would probably be Hinata or Sugawara 
  • He understands how Hinata feels about being underestimated/called short
  • To him, Oikawa = Kise
  • “Hinata is admirable, not giving up all the time.”


  • His least favourite character would be Oikawa because Oikawa reminds him of himself but he also secretly likes Oikawa the best…
  • He would probably gather the rest of the GOM to play volleyball together after watching it
  • To him, Iwaizumi = Katsamatsu to the point where it gives him the shivers 
  • “Kuroko-cchi, don’t mind, don’t mind! Aomine-cchi, chance ball!!”

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anonymous asked:

can u like rename some of the yansim characters? their names are sooooo fuckin bad an i liked the names u came up with for oka an osoro

Sure, anon! The “punny” names are really stupid and not very creative. They’re not even proper Japanese names, unlike Hanako’s and Taro’s and Ayano’s.

I’m only going to be doing the rivals (except for the teachers) and the club leaders (except for the photography club), so if you want me to do other characters names, just ask!

I did a lot of research for these names, but some I got from @kokona-octodogs. Her renames are very creative!

Osana Najimi –> Teiko Niijima

Though I don’t really mind Osana’s name, I feel like it could be better. Besides, it won’t make much sense if put in the way Japanese names are put (last name, first name).

So, instead, I believe Teiko Niijima would be a good fit for Osana!

Teiko (貞子) means “upright child”. Upright means “strictly honorable or honest”, which I think relates to Osana’s personality very well. I see Osana as someone who doesn’t beat around the bush, someone who’s not afraid to be bluntly honest with someone.

Niijima (新島) is the name of a volcanic Japanese island in the Philippine Sea that is prone to earthquake swarms. Osana’s color scheme consists of warm colors and she seems like the type of person to have a shaky temper. So, this last name would be a perfect, subtle pun for our favorite tsundere!

Amai Odayaka –> Amai Hachimitsu

Amai’s first name is okay, since it is an actual Japanese name. Amai (甘い) does mean “sweet”. However, it’s…not a compliment in Japanese. If someone says you are “amai”, it means that you are being naive or shortsighted. Yikes, but Amai can mean other things if you use different kanji!

If you write Amai as 亜真愛, it will be the combination of “a” (”second”), “ma” (”real, genuine”), and “ai” (“love, affection”). The “real love” or “geniuine affection” can relate to Amai’s caring nature, while the “second” is a reference to her being the second rival.

As for her last name, I don’t think Odayaka would work. It’s more of a word than a surname, which makes her whole name kinda weird. Imagine meeting someone named Naive Gentle or Shortsighted Gentle! Instead, I think Hachimitsu should be her surname instead. Hachimitsu (蜂蜜) means “honey”, which alludes to Amai’s role as the cooking club president.

In short, I think Amai Hachimitsu would be a better fit for the second rival!

Kizana Sunobu –> Okuni Yūzaki or Himeko Yūzaki

Kizana is one of my favorite rivals, so I am very pissed off that she got stuck with such a stupid name! Good thing I got a few suggestions for her name.

I have two option for her first name: Okuni and Himeko.

Okuni (阿国) is a reference Izumo no Okuni, or Okuni of Izumo. She was the creator of kabuki theatre. This alludes to Kizana’s role as the drama club president.

Himeko (姫子) means “princess child”. Since she is a himedere, this alludes to Kizana’s personality perfectly!

As for her last name, I suggest Yūzaki!

Yūzaki (結崎) is the birth surname of Kan’ami Kiyotsugu, a renowned Noh actor. Again, this also alludes to Kizana’s role as drama president.

Instead of Kizana Sunobu, let’s go with Okuni Yūzaki or Himeko Yūzaki.

Asu Rito –> Yumiko Mizuno

Like many of the “punny” names, Asu Rito is basically “athlete” in Engrish. Though Asu is name, I feel like it doesn’t really suit her.

Instead, I think her name should be Yumiko Mizuno.

Yumiko (弓子) means “archery bow child”. Archery is a sport and I think it’s common for schools to have an archery club in Japan. This alludes to Asu’s role as the sports club leader.

Mizuno (水野) means “water field” or “water wilderness”. This alludes to Asu also being the swim team captain.

Oka Ruto –> Amaya Kuroba

If you already saw my post about my two cents on yansim, then you already know what name I think is better for Oka. Oka’s another one of my favorite rivals, but I never really liked her name. I always thought it didn’t really fit her, especially when I learned that her name was just a play on “occult”.

Amaya (雨夜) means “night rain” and Kuroba (黒羽) means “black wing”. It’s a pretty spooky-sounding name, perfect for our occult gal!

Therefore, Oka Ruto should change to Amaya Kuroba.

Osoro Shidesu –> Shinobu Tsuyoshi

Again, you probably saw this coming if you saw my two cents on yansim post. This name is probably the silliest out of all the rivals, which is not good for a scarily strong person like Osoro. It’s basically the phrase “I am frightening”, which is stupid.

Shinobu (忍) means “endurance” and Tsuyoshi (剛) means “strength”. This is perfect for a strong, tough girl like Osoro!

So, why not go with Shinobu Tsuyoshi instead of Osoro Shidesu?

Megami Saikou –> Kimiko Saikou or Noriko Saikou

Alongside Kizana and Oka, Megami is another one of favorite rivals. I actually find her name funny, since it basically means “supreme goddess” (Saikou, Megami) or “goddess supreme” (Megami Saikou). However, I found some first names that I think suit her more. She’s supposed to be a Mary Sue-type character, but she really isn’t a Mary Sue.

So, instead of Megami for her first name, how about Kimiko or Noriko?

Kimiko (君子) means “noble child”. This alludes to Megami’s high status and her role as the heiress to her family’s company.

Noriko (法子) means “child of law”. Since Megami is all about following the rules, I think this name would be perfect for her!

Kimiko Saikou is nice, and so is Noriko Saikou. What do you think?

Geiju Tsuka –> Aya Yoshida or Hiroshige Murakami

Geiju’s name literally means “artist”, which is too on the nose. How about Aya Yoshida or Hiroshige Murakami?

Aya (彩) means “color”, which alludes to him being an artist. After all, artists work with colors a lot.

Yoshida (吉田) is a reference to a 20th-century Japanese painter and woodblock printmaker named Hiroshi Yoshida, who was an important figure of the shin-hanga style.

Hiroshige (広重) is reference to another famous Japanese artist. This is the name of a ukiyo-e artist.

Murakami (村上) is yet another reference to a Japanese artist, this time to Takashi Murakami. He is a contemporary artist.

Gema Taku –> Takumi Kōzuki or Takumi Shigeru

I was so confused when I first saw his name, until I learned it was basically “game otaku”. Then, I got pissed.

How about we go with Takumi Kōzuki or Takumi Shigeru?

Takumi (巧) means “skillful”. I see him as a very skillful gamer, someone who can beat your ass at a game all while smirking like a smug asshole.

Kōzuki (上月) is a reference to Kagemasa Kōzuki, the founder of Konami.

Shigeru (茂) is a reference to Shigeru Miyamoto, a game designer of Nintendo fame.

Uekiya Engeika –> Tsubaki Fujita

Ugh, I cringe every time I see her name. It’s basically “gardener gardener”. How uncreative!

Why not Tsubaki Fujita?

Tsubaki (椿) means “camellia flower”. Tsubaki has an interesting meaning in Japanese folklore. The tsubaki is an evergreenn tree that does lose its flowers petal by petal, but rather dropping them all at once to the ground. Because of this, it’s been associated with death and strangeness in Japan. I see Uekiya as a sweet, hippie girl. She is seen as strange by her peers, since hippies can be strange sometimes.

Fujita (藤田) means “wistera field”. This relates to Uekiya being a gardener and how she spends most of her time at the gardening club.

Miyuji Shan –> Setsuko Yoshiki or Kotone Wakana

Miyuji’s name is supposed to mean “musician”. However, it looks so butchered that I didn’t even recognized it as Japanese.

Let’s go with Setsuko Yoshiki or Kotone Wakana, instead.

Setsuko (節子) means “child of melody”. Miyuji’s a musician, so this alludes to that perfectly!

Kotone (琴音) means “sound of a harp”. Miyuji was once quiet and soft before her transformation. The harp is a soft instrument, so this name references to her previous nature nicely.

Yoshiki (佳樹) is the name of the leader of a Japanese heavy metal band, known as X Japan. After her transformation, Miyuji became a total rocker. I feel she would enjoy heavy metal, so why not give a shout out to a leader of a heavy metal band?

Wakana (和奏) is a combination of “wa” meaning “harmony” and “kana” meaning “play music”. This also alludes to Miyuji being a musician.

Kaga Kusha –> Hayate Ishiguro

Another name that was created via Google Translate. Just…really?

What about going with Hayate Ishiguro?

Hayate (颯) means “sudden, sound of wind”. Kaga is a very eccentric person, so I feel he’s very capricious and wild, just like the wind.

Ishiguro (石黒) is the surname of Hiroshi Ishiguro, the director of the Intelligent Robotics Laboratory. His team created an android known as Actroid.

Works Everytime (Star Lord Reader Insert)

Anon Request: Could I please have a s,tut with y/n and peter quill having a pickup line contest until it starts getting touchy feely. (Ps could you please add a hand job for giggles c: I love your work btw

Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), hand job for giggles, tiny bit of dirty talk, peter calls reader a slut (but only once it’s okay)

Words: 1906

all these pick up lines are extremely cheesy and i want to die but enjoy lol


“Did you sit in a pile of sugar? ‘Cause you have a sweet ass,” Peter comments, still pacing around the bunk like a mad person while you’re sat crisscross on his bed. Surprisingly, it’s not his worst one yet.

“Well, you’re slowly getting better,” you tell him, not looking up from his old, beat up Rubik’s cube that you’re struggling to solve.

For the past few days, Quill has been “testing” his infamous pick-up lines on you. They were all extremely lame and you’re honestly quite amazed that they worked on anyone ever.

It all goes back to when you guys were hitting up the local bar. Peter was doing his usual business of being completely skeevy. He’d spotted a girl he’d found particularly attractive and, keep in mind that these were from his tellings, apparently she was eyeing him pretty hard too. However, when he’d finally gone up to her and delved into his inner library of lines, she threw a drink in his face. You felt more bad that you weren’t there to see it rather than for the man himself. Although, you didn’t hesitate to bust out laughing when he came up to you drenched in pungent alcohol with a tiny, pink umbrella stuck in his hair and a sour expression.

Peter tried his luck again a day or so later and, while there were no tossing of drinks, he was deafeningly bitched out by a girl to the point where he physically had to leave the bar so she would stop. That was pretty awesome too.

Only thing was, it had completely crushed the deep faith he had in himself to be able to pick up chicks. That combined with him being sex-deprived was making him 10x more annoying and bitchy than usual. He would rant about how he swore he was cursed or something, but you reminded him that not every woman is always dumb and/or drunk enough to fall for his shit. Yet, that didn’t satisfy him and back in reality, he was still being just a tiny bit deranged.

“That’s bullshit. These are golden, like, you should really be writing these down,” he declares, half serious about his statement.

“Uh-huh, anyways…” You’re more focused on completing the cube to care about this whole situation. Any other person would be able to move on with their life but, for men with an ego like Peter’s, this was an utter travesty.

“I’m serious, (Y/N), these are great.”


“What?” he asks incredulously, “You think you could do better?”

“Honestly? Yes.” Anything you could churn out would be better than what he’s delivering.

“Alright, go ahead. Hit me with one,” he eggs you on. Since Quill is obviously hellbent on not letting this go, you toss the cube to the side. You pause for a moment before meeting his eyes in what you hoped resembled a sexy gaze.

“Are you a racehorse? ‘Cause when I ride you, you’ll always finish first.” You want to cringe at your own words, but you remain confident.

“Not bad for a rookie,” he shrugs, moving to sit next to you on the bed. “But, (Y/N), lemme ask you a question: do you have a mirror in your pocket?”

“I don’t think so, why?” you say sarcastically, indulging him. Peter leans in close, his face only inches from yours. He lowers his eyes sinfully and lets his voice drop an octave as he speaks.

“Because I see myself in your pants.” There something in the air that shifts and tells you to push it further, so you let your hand rest high on his upper thigh, feeling his body heat radiating through his pant leg. His eyebrow quirks and his stare is hard, almost entirely not blinking. Your faces are incredibly close to the point where you suddenly have the urge to feel his mouth on yours. However, you’re more desperate to win this little contest.

“What are you doing tonight? Besides me?”

“Your clothes would look even better on my floor,” he shoots back.

“I wish you were soap so I could feel you all over me,” you remark slyly.

“Babe, are you an elevator? ‘Cause I want to go down on you.”

This back and forth goes on for a little longer until you decide to kick it up a notch. Your warm hand drifts slowly from his thigh to his slight bulge, letting your hand massage it gently. He maintains eye contact, but his eyes flutter slightly and you feel a puff of air fan against your face from his soft exhale. Your eyes automatically follow his tongue as it swipes at the corner of his mouth.

“Are you the delivery man?” you whisper, snapping the button open on his pants and dragging the zipper down slowly. Your fingers trace the v-line that’s etched into his hips before letting them slip past the waistband of his boxers, ultimately closing them around his undeniably hard cock. “Cause I think you have a package for me.”

Peter barely has time to smirk at your stupid words because you’ve begun stroking him mildly. Freeing him from his pants and underwear, you run your thumb over his tip, collecting the glistening pearl of pre-cum as a lubricant. His chest heaves up and down at a steady pace, his muscles clearly defined through the fabric of his shirt.

“You dirty cheater,” he says with a breathy chuckle. You bite down on your bottom lip, doing your best to hide your satisfaction. The light, almost whiny curses that fall from his lips are foreign and new to you. It wasn’t like you’d never heard him say “fuck” before, but it was either in an angry or joking tone. The way he muttered it under his breath followed by a low grunt spoke a thousand more words and they all said sex. “Shit, (Y/N).”

Picking up the speed, he groans and throws his head back. You take the opportunity to kiss his neck, leaving small bites and licks on his skin. With your free hand, you run your fingers through his hair and watch his fists clench in the sheets beneath you, his knuckles almost white and his eyebrows knit together. He’s a panting mess and, within moments, you feel him thicken in your palm. His jaw clenches and a grunt erupts from the back of his throat. Hot, stickiness coats the back of your hand and wrist and you feel yourself grow heated at the sight of him so unraveled.  

The hand of his that isn’t tangled in the sheets is balled in the fabric of your shirt that covers your lower back. When he finally relaxes, he slumps back against the bed with his cheeks a lovely shade of crimson. You kiss his jaw sweetly, get up to grab a random piece of cloth off the floor to wipe the sign of his pleasure off your skin. In some way, you feel victorious and smirk to yourself as the image of him coming undone replays in your mind. But that feeling of triumph is replaced with a slight fear as your hips are rapidly gripped and you’re thrown onto the bed like a football through a field goal.

“You wanna play nasty, huh?” Peter asks, gritting the words through his teeth as he tears through your layers. Your cotton shorts are ripped past your thighs so fast it leaves a bit of a burning sensation. He’s quick to remove your panties as well, the action taking mere seconds and spreads your legs aggressively. There’s something about his primal assertiveness that drives you 50 shades of crazy and you shiver as the cool air hits your core.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he mutters more to himself than you, for you can barely hear the words.

With one final, sinful wink, he buries his face between your legs. Your back immediately arches off the mattress as you take a sharp intake of breath. His tongue rolls against your core like a wave crashing against the shore, then slips it inside your heat forcing you to pull at your own messed hair. All you can manage are incoherent whimpers and whines and you could swear your eyes almost cross. His own devilish eyes meet yours, holding your gaze until you give up to throw your head against the pillow. It feels incredible, your body already beginning to twitch. Your legs threaten to close but he’s stronger and holds them in place, letting his fingers dig deep into your skin in order to do so.

“Fuck, just like that… Oh my God,” you groan, licking your lips.

Peter works you over a little longer until your body tightens, then you shudder all together. A warmth runs through your veins and an explosion is set off in your lower stomach. But he isn’t done with you yet.

Quill deftly pushes two fingers inside your wetness, filling you to his knuckle and wraps his lips around your clit. Your hips threaten to buck upwards, but he somehow manages to hold you still. Curling another finger inside you, he holds your leg up over his shoulder to get a better angle on your g-spot and strokes it with each pump of his fingers. You come again, a lot quicker than last time and you can’t help thinking ‘damn, he’s good.’

“You like that? Like me fucking you with my fingers?” he asks, knowing the answer by your pleasantly contorted expression. “Bet you want my cock instead.” You nod, letting your nails dig into his shoulder and your fingers pull at his hair.

Your calling his name over and over like it’s a damn prayer. Even though you probably should, you don’t care who hears it. Because now, you’re working on your third orgasm. Your body’s a quivering mess and every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire. And- oh! There it is again!

He helps you ride it out, letting you roll yourself against his face and you’re breathless once you’ve returned from your high. Your body feels like goo, as if you could melt right into the mattress. You don’t feel Quill slide up next to you until you feel his lips press against the corner of your jaw and, without looking at him, you can feel that his cockiness is back in full effect.

“Little slut likes her pussy eaten, huh? How many times did you come, baby?” he asks, arrogance dripping with each word. His grin is especially evident against your skin and you almost want to smack it off of him. But, for some reason, you’re grinning too.

“Shut up,” you order breathlessly whilst trying to manage the mass of mess that is your hair.  His hands wander under your shirt, trailing up to cup your breast. If it was even possible, he grins even wider when he feels you have no bra on and rolls your sensitive nipple between his fingers. Your back raises ever so slightly as he pulls at the soft bud, heat threatening to pool between your legs once more.

“C’mon, tell me.”

“Three,” you answer, you voice much more breathier and whiny than you anticipated. “You happy now, Star Lord?”

“Mhmm, told you those lines are golden,” he brags, not too long after sucking a deep mark on the spot below your ear that you know someone will blatantly point out later. “Works everytime.”

First Impression (Part 18 - FINAL)

Prompt: Imagine your friend, Anthony Mackie, brings you with him to an event and introduces you to his friend, Sebastian, who’s blown away by you. He immediately starts flirting and acting silly because you make him nervous and he just wants to impress you

Warnings: flirting (adult style), language (always, with me, come on), and drama (later on in the fic)

Word Count: 1723

Notes: If anyone has kids or wives out of the celebrities mentioned, in this universe, they sort of don’t exist….Just for the sake of keeping it concise. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (because shes perfectly amazing) and I could NOT, not, just not have done any of this at all without my amazing girl, @amarvelouswritings

So this is it. Thank you to everyone who supported this fic and kept up with it. I love all of you! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it. This last part isn’t beta’d so if it’s messed up, that’s on me.

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He drove around LA all night, trying to clear his head. He had no idea what to do or say to you. What he said back at your apartment was a dick move. He wanted you. Of course he still wanted you. But at this point, all these months later, he felt you were at a point of no return. There was no coming back from all of this. There was too much damage, too much bad karma, too many bad vibes between you and him.

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William Nylander *Requested*

“I can’t believe you made me come here with you,” I groan to my friend as we step into the Air Canada Centre.

Don’t get me wrong I love a good hockey game, but this is the last place I would have pictured myself to be this week. Final exams are in less than 4 days and I feel even if I had a year I still would not be prepared for the tests that are to come. My roommate had gotten the tickets from someone at her work and to our surprise, they were glass seats. After I found that out, it was hard to say no.

Once we had gotten our tickets scanned we decided to make our way to our seats for warmups. Fortunately, they were on the Leafs side. Shortly after we had gotten settled, the Leafs were on the ice. As the team begins to skate around a certain player catches my eye, William Nylander. To my luck, he eventually ends up in front of me with his back facing my direction. Doing what any normal person would, I take my phone out and snap a few pictures. William soon turns around and his eyes go wide. Our moment is soon interrupted by William getting slammed into the boards, thanks to Auston. Once William regains balance he gives me a shy smile and skates off.

“Did you see that?” my friend whispers to me in disbelief.

“What? Nylander getting hit into the boards? Yeah, that was pretty nice.” I shrug with a laugh.

She rolls her eyes, “He was totally into you!”

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes, “Yes, because that’s obviously what a professional hockey player does during warmups,” I look to William who was currently laughing with Mitch, “That would never happen.”

The game goes by fairly quickly and the Leafs end up winning 4-2. If I didn’t know any better I would say that William stole a few glances my way throughout the game, but unfortunately I know that was not the case.

Before we can even leave our seats one of the Leafs security guards approaches us, “Excuse me ma'am, if you could please come with me. Mr. Nylander has asked to speak with you.”

“Of course,” I give him a smile my friend nudges me in my ribs.

“Alright, he told me to have you wait in the lobby and he will be out as soon as he can.” he says as we walk to the entrance.

“I told you he was into you,” she says with a huge grin plastered across her face.

“Nobody said he was into me, calm down.” I shake my head at her actions.

After about 30 or so minutes a smiling William Nylander jogs over to us. His hair is still damp from the shower and he is wearing a dark grey t-shirt. “Hi,” he breathes out.

“Hi,” I manage to speak.

“I’m William,” he extends his hand to me.

“Y/N.” I shake his hand.

“That’s very pretty,” he gives me a charming smile.

“Thank you,” I smile shyly at him.

“I saw you were wearing a Matthews jersey and thought someone should probably help you out with your hockey player preferences,” he gives me a wink.

I laugh quietly and glance down at my jersey, “And who’s jersey would you suggest I wear?”

He thinks for a moment, “Maybe this one guy who’s last name is Nylander. He is much better than Matthews.”

“Oh, is he now?” I question jokingly.

A loud laugh leaves his mouth, “By far. Maybe he could prove that to you with some dinner?”

“I think that would probably do the trick,” I slightly tease him.

“I’m glad, I thought I was going to have to get down on my knees and beg,” he grins, “that would be a little weird for a first impression.”

I shrug, “I mean, you gotta do what you gotta do.”

“That’s right,” his face lights up, “Just let me go get changed and then I’ll be right back for our date… if that’s what you want to call it.”

I nod, “I would love to call it that.”

He runs back to the locked room. Remembering that I had come with someone, I frantically look around.

“I told you he was into you! I’ll meet you back at the apartment,” she yells walking to the door.

For the PLL/Emison fans confused about their storyline, this is how I interpret last nights episode

For starters, Paige only decided to stay after she saw Alison’s abortion pamphlet. No, I don’t think she was trying to jab at Alison again by staying and getting back together with Emily. I think by seeing that pamphlet, her suspicions about there being something between Alison and Emily were denied. She realized, “oh! The only reason they’re acting like that is because Emily is helping support Alison through her abortion. This makes sense.” She did some deep thinking and realized maybe she shouldn’t go because her reason for leaving was just denied.

Second, Emily only showed interest in Paige after she gave Alison the ultimatum to figure out her feelings or to stop kissing her. To Emily, this was just like before where Alison would kiss her and not discuss her feelings. Let me remind you, Emily showed no interest in Paige romantically until 7x14. Why? Because she still had a chance with Alison. Now that she doesn’t think she has one, she’s returning to Paige. Although many of us don’t like Paige, she’s been Emily’s area of comfort for a while. She’s a safe place, and Emily needed the support.

Third, Paige is going to leave by next episode. She’s projected to leave next episode, and with what I saw last night it’s fairly obvious why. Paige always gets upset when Emily chooses Alison over her, or when Alison hold an advantage to her. Right now, this advantage being the fact she’s caring Emily’s child. Next episode, Emily will confine in Paige that Alison is not only pregnant, but she’s pregnant with Emily’s child. To Paige, that’s a punch in the gut. She’s trying to make it work with her high school girlfriend, but once again Alison has leverage. And if AD won’t let Alison abort their child, Emily will definitely want to be a part of the baby’s life as a parent. Paige would not be able to deal with that, as she concludes Alison always gets her way. Thus, after finding out this she decides to take the new job and leaves Emily behind. Knowing Emily would not be able to give her what she wants, because she’s too busy worrying about her unborn baby.

Fourth, Alison and Emily will come to terms with their feelings when they discuss Alison’s sexuality. Although, I don’t know what exactly Alison will realize or how she realized it, but she’ll finally be able to tell Emily how she feels. She did a lot of thinking, and yes she does have feelings for Emily. She’ll probably also say she had been meaning to tell Emily sooner, but with everything going on it was put off. In the sneak peek, there’s a scene where they’re both sitting on the floor at Alison’s house. Maybe that’s where they’ll have their talk, and maybe kiss once Alison concludes that she does have feelings for Emily. This could happen before or after Paige leaves, I’m not exactly sure.

Fifth, Emily and Alison will get together because of the constant time they spend together now. Yes, it’s because of the baby, and Emily wants to be around Alison and her baby however she can. That’s who Emily is, she loves her family and she probably blames herself for this mess. I don’t think they’ll decide “oh we should get married because we’re having a kid.” I think they’ll have spent so much time together in the next few episodes, that they’ll both realize how nice it is to be around each other and how they support each other. They just realize that all around, it’s better if they stay together. Baby or not. Emily cares about Alison and helps her keep afloat, and Alison can calm Emily’s storm by just saying her name.

Although I am particularly upset that the writers have done this, even though I wrote the theory, this is probably the storyline that they are going down. Romantic or not, it’s too late to do anything about it now. Smooth sails fellow shippers.

Also I realize that pllfinale on twitter also tweeted similar to what I just posted after the fact! A lot of people have the same idea, and be sure to check out her twitter thread too!