stay slammed

“I need a place to stay.”

Yeah okay, this one’s gonna be angsty too, I’m sorry 

The hammering on the door that sounded about two minutes ago and hasn’t ceased since doesn’t stop until Brendon wrenches said door open, eyes pure fire. Almost immediately, that fire is extinguished and replaced with pure surprise. 

Ryan?” 

The taller boy is standing on Brendon’s porch, leaning slightly on the wall closest to him and smiling almost sheepishly. “I need a place to stay.”

The door slams shut again, and Brendon growls, stalking back off towards his bedroom. The sound of it gently opening again and carefully shutting tells him Ryan doesn’t take social cues very well, and has entered his home without permission. 

“Go home, Ryan.” He calls, not turning. 

“That’s the thing, Bren, I don’t have a home. Not tonight, anyways.” Ryan says, and there’s the sound of wood scraping against tile that says Ryan’s sitting at the kitchen table. 

“What this time? You forgot to buy her a present for your 67th week anniversary?” Brendon snorts, shaking his head. 

“Bren…” Brendon can hear the frown in Ryan’s voice and he turns. 

“Don’t you come into my house, asking to stay here and then try and make me act like I like her. I don’t like her, Ryan. I don’t like you.” 

Ryan drops his head and nods slowly. “She cheated on me. I walked in on them.” He mutters, fingers toying with a stray thread on his jeans. 

Brendon blinks, mouth opening and closing for a moment before he finds any words to speak. “Oh.” He swallows, taking a deep breath. “Well. I’m sorry.” 

Ryan gives a dark laugh. “No you’re not.” He looks back up and suddenly Brendon can see how tired he looks. And how his cheeks are still wet, shining dully in the dim yellow light of the street lamps outside. 

“I am, a little.” Brendon tries. 

Ryan shrugs. “Doesn’t matter either way. We both know I deserved it, and that it was only a matter of time. She was wearing a gold bracelet last week that I didn’t get her, and I know she didn’t get it for herself.” 

Brendon bites his lip, tugging on it nervously for a minute. “Well. The couch is free, I guess.” He mumbles. 

Ryan arches a brow. “You’re sure?”

“No.” Brendon says flatly. “So you’d better take it before I change my mind.”

Ryan laughs again, the sound a little less bitter. “Yeah, alright. Thank you.” He murmurs. “Really. Thanks.”

Brendon nods, shifting uncomfortably. “Sure, whatever. Just be out before I wake up.” 

Ryan glances up, opening his mouth like he wants to argue but shutting it again and nodding. 

Brendon nods again, almost to himself and turns back towards his room. “Right. Night then.” He says, walking off. He pretends he doesn’t hear Ryan say it back. 

Sunlight streams through Brendon’s window through the open curtains, almost blinding him as he blinks his eyes open. He rolls over, facing away from the wretched light and frowns when he sees Ryan’s sleeping form next to him.

“Wake up.” He snaps, shaking the other man roughly. 

Ryan groans and waves a hand at Brendon. “Don’t be like this.” He mumbles. 

“I’m serious, Ryan, wake up. Go away. Go home.” Brendon growls. 

Ryan cracks one eye open, looking over at Brendon. “You’re serious?”

“As a fucking heart attack.” Brendon deadpans. “This was a one time thing.” He adds, gesturing to the messed up sheets and their naked bodies.

Ryan grins and nods, pushing the covers back and pulling on his jeans that were discarded the night before, along with his t-shirt that had gotten thrown away carelessly as well. “Right. I do need to go get my shit. Hope she hasn’t sold it already.” 

“Hope she has.” Brendon mutters, pulling the sheets closer around him. 

Ryan leans down and cradles Brendon’s face in his hands gently, kissing him soft and slow and careful. “I’ll see you next time then.” He whispers.

Brendon glares, but his cheeks are flushed. “There won’t be a next time, Ryan. Go stay at Spencer’s next time.” 

Ryan nods. “Mhm, pretty sure you told me that last time.” 

“I mean it! I mean it this time, I fucking mean it, don’t come back.” Brendon calls to Ryan’s retreating form. 

The door clicks shut and Brendon lays back down. “I mean it.” He whispers, and then he rolls over to press his cheek into the pillow Ryan slept on last night, pretending he’s not pretending that Ryan’s still there. 

you got dealt shitty cards, there’s nothing you can do besides keep playing them until your hand is full of good ones again. bad cards are always going to be dealt, that’s inevitable. but that doesn’t mean the game is bogus or unfair, it simply means you need to keep playing through the bad so you can get to the good and eventually win the game.
—  something i constantly remind myself
Stranger Things/Jim Hopper imagines - Behind closed doors

Originally posted by timmy-chalamet

AN: First of all, Season 2 is my life and my religion and Stranger Things is one of the best tv shows I’ve ever watched honestly how they topped season 1 is mind blowing. Also, me being me and you guys know me well, I was attracted to many characters on this show but Hopper is daddy (in more ways than one). I want to write more stranger things so stick around and send in requests for any character but let’s kick this off with some pure smut. You’re welcome. 

Summary: You get into some trouble and Hopper hides you away in the cabin until it blows over but isolation isn’t for you. (Basically this is what I figure would happen if Hopper had the argument with someone older.)

Pairing(s): Hopper x Reader

Word count: 1,593

Warnings: Reader is 18 so is of age. It’s cliche but you’ll like it, Mentions of dead parents. This is smut. So expect smut. Vaginal fingering, dry humping, rough sex, hair pulling, and strong language ahead. This takes place probably after season 2 as I need to use the cabin.  

You were such an idiot. You were always so careful and this is the time you get caught.

You went to the only person you knew that could help you and it was Jim Hopper. He was friends with your father when your father was alive and you figured your dad asked Hopper to look out for you if anything ever happened to him. 

Unfortunately for you, Hopper said there was nothing you could do except wait it out in hiding for it all to blow over and then took you out into the middle of nowhere to an old cabin and told you that this is where he hid Eleven. 

He told you that he didn’t know how long it would be until the storm passed but you’d be safe there. 

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Slime Boyfriend

Since I got some asks for a slime or goo monster and I promised to do some SFW works, I give you this! I had so much fun with these characters and I will come back to them again for sure. Maybe the next time you see them will be an NSFW story.


You’ve been working with a new partner at the precinct, which usually wouldn’t be an issue at all, but they were a by-the-book, no-nonsense caricature. Going out on patrol and duty was an exasperating experience. You used to love your job, you had a great partner before, but this new guy came through the door and your chief excitedly passed you off onto him.

   Officer Sebastian, as he insisted you call him, was tall, always looking down at you as if you were beneath him. Sure, you were shorter than most of the others in the precinct, but none of them looked down on you. He seemed miffed to be partnered with a human anyway. You were quite sure what he looked like because he always had to wear a form containment suit in order to keep his shape and work normally. All you should see of him was his one giant eye behind the glass dome for his head.

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(x)

to anyone who needs it:

the day after you kill yourself, you’re going to wake up feeling empty. like your body is hallow and with every step you can hear your bones creak and like any normal day, you get up and go to school because you assume it’ll be just like any other day. right? you’re at school, and everyone is crying. why are they crying? you walk past all of the bodies with tears streaming down their cheeks. again, why are they crying so hard? you hear someone say, “i can’t believe they are gone” and another, “why did they have to go soon? they were always so happy.” and you know, this time, it’s real. you walk the hallway as every face you never thought noticed you, is color ridden, they are pale, sad, walking is too much for them. because they are without another happy face. and you see, your best friend she’s crying so hard in class she’s choking on her own tears because she cannot breathe without you. because she promised herself she would make it to school because you knew she was strong and you made sure you told her that everyday and she owed that to you, and she is broken because you promised you would call her when the nights became too heavy for her. why didn’t you call her? she’s sobbing harder now, she misses you, and she wants to join you because a life without you is like a life without sunshine, it’s simply impossible to thrive. that boy you liked so much, he liked you too. why couldn’t you see that? he loved you. he called you every time you were sad because he hated he couldn’t always be there to wipe away your tears and now, he’s the one with so many tears. he is crying and he’s not gonna stop anytime soon because he misses you, and he regrets not telling you he loved you sooner. he can’t stop thinking about the night he finally got the courage to hold your hand. he wishes he could’ve held onto you tighter, because maybe it would have kept you here. alive. your lunch table, is filled with people but one spot, it is empty. because you were supposed to be there, you were supposed to be making your god damn lame jokes and smiling that cheesy smile you did where your eyes lit up so bright. you know what im talking about, you just couldn’t see it. and everyone around you, they miss your laugh. they miss the way you always smiled at everyone, even if they didn’t know you, even if you were completely falling apart. kiddo, you kept everyone together. and everyone was convinced, you were kept together too and im sorry you didn’t see it. but look now, everyone is crying, everyone. even the people you thought didn’t notice you, bud, they did. it was impossible not to notice the one face that no matter how much they were falling apart, was always so bright and full of life. and your parents, they miss you. every time they come home now, they walk past your room and their hearts drop and break right outside your bedroom door and they stay there. because everyone is far too weak and broken to pick anything up after you left. and im writing this because i know. i see the broken smiles that have pieces of the lives lost still stuck in them. i hear the stories of how beautiful and caring she was and i knew her. and it hurts. because you think you don’t matter and you’re convinced you don’t, until it’s too late. please, don’t let it become too late. when you see people broken after a life is lost, you understand. and it’s terrible and for weeks after, you can’t help but cry every time you feel the sun on your skin because they won’t get to feel that anymore. and it rips you to shreds and changes you as a person. so please, take it from someone who understands, you are worth life. you deserve to live. i know things are hard, i know you feel alone, but things will not be dark forever. on the other side of the clouds there is still sunshine no matter how bad the storm once was. so i am begging you, stay alive.

Best Friend (Adam Cole One Shot)

Originally posted by smakager

Submission for @wrasslesmut‘s 14 Days of Valentine’s

Sexy times with the baybay ahead =) I hope you all enjoy <3

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Have you ever been in love?

The kind of love that lifts your head from the pillow in the morning?

The kind of love that makes every step more meaningful?

The kind of love that sprouts flowers on a rainy day?

Have you ever felt happiness?

The kind of happiness that abandons all sense of time?

The kind of happiness that spreads itself to lost souls?

The kind of happiness that leaves trails of fairy dust through the air?

Because I have, and it may not stay, but it will not abandon you.

You will find the truth in your heart and soul,
Even when no calls for help are getting through,

You will survive, my friend.
Just stay alive.

—  ~L.C.~
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- Erik was nervous.

- Not nervous. Terrified.

- “What if she says no? What if she says no? What if she says no?”

- You were in the kitchen as always.

- Erik was sweating his anxiety out.

- You smile at him then frown at his composure.

- “Hey, Erik. What’s up -”

- “I love you,” he blurts out.

- He pours his heart out to you.

- Every dream, every desire, every drop of love and lust.

- “I want you. I want everything.”

- You stand completely floored.

- “Oh, God,” he thinks, “I fucked it up.”

- He starts apologizing.

- You kiss him on the cheek.

- Erik shuffles back to his room trying to stay collected.

- He slams the door behind him and paces back and forth.

- “Holy shit, holy shit, HOLY SHIT.”

- Erik begins to tear up because he can’t believe such a beautiful being actually said yes. 

Requested by @raegan-darling

Requests and Submissions are Open + Masterlist.

F.U. Part 2

Originally posted by mendesgif

Part 2 of this was highly requested a while back, so here it is and it’s officially my debut piece in writing for the first time in a while! I hope you guys are appeased with it and if you aren’t, then don’t read it? lol

Word Count: 1,817

Part one > here

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It was only the third week.

The last three weeks have been a blur of ice cream, tears, friends and declining his calls.

Whenever he called, he would leave a message, always.

Whenever he left a message, you would listen, always.

Was it healthy? Of course it fucking wasn’t, but what the hell were you to do?

Your eyes burned from the tears that left your tear ducts, staring at the little red notification by the phone icon. You knew you shouldn’t, but you always did.

Delicately raising the phone to your ear, his voice deafened you with regret.

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Your ex boyfriend meets you in a comic book store.
He tells you that you give good hugs, he smiles,
He goes home after exchanging numbers with you.
He lives hours from you and you talk all the time to make up for the fact.
He shares your interests, your passions, your enthusiasms,
He clicks with you in no time whatsoever.
When he tells you that he loves you, your ex boyfriend
Will stumble and trip over his words
Like some form of obstacle, an accident, a mistake.
He does not realise this yet, but for now,
You are the gold in his life
You are long hair and flannel shirts
Obscure music and a passion for superheroes and comic books.

Your ex boyfriend stays with you over the summer.
You share souls, share stories
The week after he leaves, you spend time wondering
What might have been if he stayed longer. What might have happened
If he lived closer, was closer, got closer
Your ex boyfriend has big hands perfect for your own.
But you find yourself falling through his fingertips like sand
And it isn’t something that could have been stopped. Your ex boyfriend
Insists it’s his fault, that he’s the reason
You slipped out of his palms and into the open sea.

Your ex boyfriend asks if you can still be friends.
You snatch this offer in the same way he stole your heart so quickly
And you try to treat it with the same care he treated you. You sit at home at four in the morning.
You and your ex boyfriend haven’t spoken in months
And you accept his offer once again, you ask how he’s been
You hope you can be friends at least. Your ex boyfriend sees your message. He will not text you back.
—  Your Ex Boyfriend
Safeguard

GIF Credit to: @ygo-gx

Pairing: Yeo Wool (Jo Yoon Woo) X Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 2,615

Request: Hey! About the hwarang requests, could you write about yeo wool? So the plot could be about him, and (y/n) worrying about him being killed while sparring with the other hwarangs(anyone really). He’s trying to reassure y/n everything is going to be ok. It could either be fluffy or smuty - angst really whatever is easier and more enjoyable for you to write ✌ thank u again!!  - @allaboutthespn


Sutabaksu was usually loud and full of people, but today, the popular teahouse erupted with immense chatters. Because it was also a day that the Hwarangs were able to leave the Hwarang House and return home, most of the beautiful knights decided to stop by for some tea, doubling the number of customers. Unsurprisingly, women flocked and surrounded the elite males to question the gossip that spread like wildfire in the capital city of Silla. “I heard that Princess Sook Myung ordered a fight in a few days,” one gisaeng cried, distressed. “Is it true that you all will be sparring against each other?”

The Hwarang who sat across from the equally beautiful gisaeng let out a scoff as if he also could not believe it himself. He looked over next to him where sat his other elite friend who released a long sigh. “It’s true. This isn’t like any other training we’ve done so far. We could definitely lose our lives this time.”

“Oh no!” the gisaeng said, anguish in her voice. Tears began to well up in her eyes, and she let out such loud sobs that everyone else in the teahouse could hear. Though she was the one showing her sorrow in the open, for sure, everyone else was feeling the same way.

At another table, across the room, you could hear the conversations going on around, but that couldn’t stop the unpleasant thoughts in your mind that blocked out everything but one Hwarang that you were particularly worried about. You needed to see him. Anxiousness filled you. You couldn’t help but lick your slightly chapped lips as your eyes darted at the entrance door every few minutes, impatiently waiting. Why isn’t he here yet? Did something happen to him? He said we would meet at this time… Your heart felt like it would burst soon. It was not until you noticed a cup placed in front of you that you snapped out of your thoughts. Steam rose, and the scent of ginger filled your nose. You looked up to find your two closest friends looking at you with empathy. “Thank you,” you said, picking up the warm cup to take a sip.

“Ginger tea helps with nausea,” Ah Ro explained as she and Soo Yeon took a seat across from you. “I know how worried you are, (Y/N). I’m also worried about them, especially my older brother, but you should take care of yourself so that you don’t fall ill.”

Soo Yeon nodded her head in agreement. “I’m also worried about my older brother, but he’s a great fighter. I can’t help but be more worried about Ban Ryu.”

“What was the princess thinking?” you muttered. “Ah Ro, since you also stay in the Hwarang House, you must know. What’s been happening?”

“I’m not really sure. I just usually take care of the sick and injured knights. Some of them just mentioned about how their training was going to change. It became more intense recently. They even brought another group of males who are really great at martial arts to act as the Hwarangs’ servants and helpers. It’s as if they really are preparing to go to war.”

“No one’s allowed to watch the sparring, are they?” you asked your friend, quietly. Fear slowly found its way back to you.

Ah Ro shook her head. “I’ll be there as a physician in case something does go wrong. Other than Her Majesty, no one can enter.”

The three of you grew silent. Soon, you were aware of the shift of topic from the talks around you. “Yeo Wool’s here!”

Even with the uneasiness of the upcoming fight, with one glance at the stunning man who walked through the door, all of the women in the room dropped their conversation and had their attention stolen by the elegant Hwarang. No matter how many times you’ve seen Yeo Wool, you also couldn’t help but become quite speechless by his aura. Ah Ro looked at you and smiled. “I’ll take my leave now. I should probably return home and check on my older brother.”

“Me too. Hopefully, I’ll be able to run into Ban Ryu as well,” Soo Yeon said.

Both of your best friends stood up and said goodbye to you before exiting Sutabaksu together to find their own loved ones. Not sure what to do you next, you just picked up your cup of ginger tea, taking another sip of the spicy yet slightly sweet drink as you waited. Once Yeo Wool spotted you, a smile instantly appeared on his face. He read your expression and was able to see your nervousness right away. Returning after staying in the Hwarang House for a while, he realized how much he missed you. How was it that you looked prettier each time he came to see you? Yeo Wool approached your table. “I apologize for my lateness. I do hope you didn’t wait long, (Y/N).”

You watched Yeo Wool as he took a seat. A server came by to take his order, but once the server left, your Hwarang turned his attention fully to you. “You’ve been well?” he asked you with a playful smile.

“Please don’t act like nothing’s wrong right now…” you said.

Yeo Wool chuckled. “How can anything be wrong when I get to spend time with the most amazing person in Seorabol right now?”

“Yeo Wool…”

“How about it, (Y/N)? What do you say about going to Okta tonight?”

His eyes twinkled in anticipation as he took his fan and waved it up and down, cooling his face. Few strands of his long hair that even women envied flew back. You did not respond and continue to stare at him. You knew he wanted to break the tension, but you did not want the serious situation to be avoided.

“Alright then…” he replied, his eyes flickering elsewhere for a second when he found your stare and silence overwhelming. “It’s okay. Ban Ryu and Soo Ho also rejected my offer to go. Pity, but I guess we can just stay here.”

You slammed one of your palms down on the wooden table, the loud sound echoing. Customers around you whipped their head over to you to witness the action. Yeo Wool continued to sit with a calm posture, but he didn’t dare to move an inch as he sensed your seriousness. “You could lose your life…” you whispered to him. Your voice was soft, yet stern.

Yeo Wool softened. Before he met you, he had always acted nonchalant towards other people and their businesses. Though quite nosy about what was going on around him, he never genuinely cared about another’s problem. He usually just stood on the sidelines and quietly watched. As soon as you came into his life, with your vibrancy and little side of sarcasm, going up against his sharp personality but at the same time matching well with it, he found someone he could really be sincere with. You were the last person he wanted to upset.

Yeo Wool’s soft hand reached for yours, the one that you used to slam down at the table. He lifted your hand up and rubbed it smoothly, relieving the pain that you felt on your palm. “I know,” he replied, knowing that there’s nothing else he could say to really put your heart at ease.

“Isn’t there a way to prevent this from happening?” you asked.

“I’m sure if there was, it would’ve been done,” Yeo Wool admitted. “I don’t think the chief instructor wants us to spar either. The princess probably thinks that we’re not strong enough to protect the king. In a way, she’s not wrong. When it comes to protecting the Royal Family, we’ll have to put our lives on the line for them. I guess… if we can’t handle taking a life, ours will be taken.”

“It’s still not right. You all can still train hard without putting each other at risk. If the princess all of sudden have the Hwarangs kill each other, there will barely be enough to fight and defend the Royal Family later.”

You shook your head, unable to comprehend the princess’ decision. Tears began to blur your vision, but you tried your best to hold them back by blinking them away. “I’m not judging your sword skills at all, Yeo Wool, but I’ve never seen you in a fight. How can I be so sure that you’ll be fine? What if you have to go up against someone like Soo Yeon’s older brother?”

“Do not worry about me, (Y/N). I’ll be fine,” Yeo Wool promised. He squeezed your hand gently in assurance.

At the same time, the server returned with Yeo Wool’s tea, setting it in front of the flawless male. Yeo Wool softly blew the steam away and took a sip of his own ginger tea. You looked down at your own cup of tea to see your own reflection. There was no steam left as your once warm drink had cooled. You appreciated Yeo Wool’s effort to console you, but it was not enough to help your appetite. “Do you know who you’ll be going up against?” you asked, looking at him again.

Yeo Wool placed his tea back down. “Though the selection of opponents could change at any time, as of now, it’s Han Sung.”

“Han Sung…” you repeated. “Is he the grandson of Suk Hyuk Jae? The one with the half-breed brother?”

Yeo Wool nodded his head.

“Ah Ro told me about him,” you continued, “and that he has such a cute personality. Interesting how he chose to be a part of Hwarang when his grandfather is against the Silla Imperial family. I heard that he doesn’t really like to fight.”

“Han Sung used to be in another group, but for some reason, he was kicked out. He’s been staying in our room instead. I agree with Ah Ro that he is cute.”

You watched Yeo Wool’s face. He sported a dry smile, and you slowly caught onto his thoughts. “You don’t want him to get hurt, right?” you asked, heart aching. You have never met Han Sung, but maybe you were glad not to. If you had gotten used to his supposedly innocent face and personality, you too would have gotten your feelings in a tangle and sympathized for him like you did for Yeo Wool. As much you favored an occasion where no had to die, the princess already mentioned that it was a possible some could, and you desperately did not want Yeo Wool to be among that possibility.

Silence hung over the both of you. You wondered if things could have turned out differently if the king showed his face. Maybe, if he was as trustworthy and kind as you wanted to assume, he would not have left his warriors to be left in the hands of his sister. The sparring was inevitable at this point.

Once Yeo Wool regained composure, he looked at you, studying your tight brows and frown. He squeezed your hand, causing you to leave your train of thoughts and look up at him. A real smile appeared. “Let’s take a walk.”

You were not the type to display your affection in public. Your Hwarang was the opposite; Yeo Wool did not mind one bit if anyone watched or not, but since today was different, you also decided to make it an exception. Your hand intertwined with his, and he held onto it tightly as the two of you walked through the crowds in the capital. “I know you’re very worried about me, (Y/N)…” Yeo Wool said, continuing to look straight ahead. “I promise you that you don’t have to be at all.”

“I should trust you,” you replied, shaking your head to yourself. “I should trust that you’ll be able to make it through this unnecessary fight, that you can win it… but I also can’t help feeling the way I do. You’re really important to me, Yeo Wool. I hate thinking about how I can lose you because of this. What am I supposed to do?”

“Hm. For right now, it would just be great strength to me if you could stay by my side before I have to return to the Hwarang House. Can you do that?”

You simply nodded your head. “Yes, I won’t ever leave your side.”

Yeo Wool lifted his other hand to pet your hair as he chuckled. “Good.” You felt your cheeks start to heat from his touch but laughed in return. Soon enough, you reached your own house. You walked to the huge low table in front and sat down. Yeo Wool took a seat next to you. He placed an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him, and you leaned into his arms. His body was so warm, and it felt so safe. “So… why did Soo Ho and Ban Ryu reject your offer to go to Okta?” you asked.

Flustered by your sudden question, Yeo Wool’s eyes widened. Then he smiled at how you tried to change the subject. He didn’t want to talk anymore about the sparring either. He would deal it with it when the time came. Until then, he only wants to leave with good memories of you. “Just between you and me,” Yeo Wool said in a low voice, “I think more than not wanting to go with me, they didn’t want to be there with each other. Last time all of us went out to go drink with each other, Soo Ho and Ban Ryu found themselves in each other’s embrace the next morning. What a sight.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “They don’t look like weak drinkers.”

“I think among us, Ji Dwi is the best at taking alcohol. I’d say I’m next. And then probably Soo Ho, but he really did drink a lot that time. He could barely remember what had happened the next morning.”

“Why didn’t you ask Han Sung to go to with you? He seems like the person you’re closest to.”

Yeo Wool shrugged. “Han Sung had to go with his brother to their grandfather’s place right away. Maybe we’ll see him before I have to go back, and I can introduce the both of you. He’s so innocent that you can’t help but like him.”

“Is there a possibility that I’ll like him more than you?” you said, teasingly.

“Nevermind. You don’t need to meet Han Sung.”

“Why not?!?!” you exclaimed. “Now I really want to meet him.”

Yeo Wool pouted, feigning hurt. To comfort him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed yourself against him in a hug. Feeling as if he was going to melt in your arms, Yeo Wool couldn’t control his face and grinned at your touch. When you looked up to gaze at him with eyes like cute doe, he took the chance to lean down quickly press his lips against yours. You smiled into the sweet kiss, accepting the small peck.

One wasn’t enough for Yeo Wool, so as soon as he pulled away, he leaned back down to give you a second kiss. Many people who didn’t know Yeo Wool always saw him as someone with a more mysterious, sensual aura. He actually had pleasant side to him. “How about this,” Yeo Wool suggested, “after my sparring assignment, when I come back successful and healthy, we can go to Okta together. I will let you see exactly how these other boys act when they have their guards down.”

“Only if you swear to return safely.”

“I can assure you that I will, (Y/N). I will protect myself. Once I do that, I can show them that I can protect our king. And that I can protect you.”

With All Due Respect, Captain (Part 1)

summary: After getting passed over for a promotion you’ve been wanting for so long, you turn to your best friend for comfort, but things change for the both of you when you find out the truth behind your rejected application.

characters: Steve Rogers x Reader (F), mentions of Natasha, Bucky, Sam, and Maria
word count: 1174 (3-part miniseries)
warnings: get ready for a bit of fluff, and then a bitchslap of angst. Selfish!Steve, Overprotective!Steve
A/N: I’m sorry. I keep promising a fluffy story, but I think all these Infinity War feels are getting to me so I keep writing angst instead. I’m really sorry. I hope you still enjoy this one.  Yes, I’m taking requests for Steve or Bucky! Tags are open too :)

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

“Where on earth were you?”

The agitated voice of you best friend was the first thing you heard as soon as he opened the door for you to his living quarters. He didn’t bother to hide the frustration he was feeling and you felt a slight pang of guilt because of it.

“Just drop it, Steve.” You say, shouldering your way in, “I’m not in the mood.”

“The hell I will. I was worried.” he barked with authority. You sighed as you dropped onto the soft cushions of his couch. “Maria said you were gone for four days and you even missed Game Night with the guys.”

Ah, Game Night. That weekly ritual you, Steve, Sam, and Natasha did every Friday evening. You’d all spend the whole night at Sam’s quarters kicking each other’s ass on whatever video game you’d all choose to play. You missed the last one because you were busy sulking all by your lonesome at home.

“Im sorry about that. I didn’t mean for you to worry.”

“You never know what might happen these days,” Steve continues and you groan because he’s obviously not letting this slide easily, “One day you’re just sitting in your office, and the next thing there’s an alien invasion wreaking havoc outside.”

You can’t help but chuckle at this even though your entire body is exhausted from lack of sleep, “Okay, Mom. I’m here now, arent I? Nothing bad happened to me. No alien invasion took me out.”

“I’m serious, Y/N.” Steve says, taking a seat next to you. You instinctively curl up against him while he holds you close to his body and begins to rub your back in soothing motions. He lowers his voice just enough for you to hear, “I wish you texted me at least. I tried to reach you so many times.”

“I just had a bad week at work, that’s all.” You finally admit, “I needed some time alone so I took a leave and turned my phone off.”

“You wanna talk about it?” Steve began to play with your hair.

“It might not interest you.”

“Try me.” He insists, earning a chuckle from you.

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My younger sister is only 10 years old
And already she knows what it means
To hate oneself and, if you ask her,
She can tell you right away what depression is.

My younger sister is only 10 years old
And she comes up to me asking me
Whether or not she is beautiful-
There are boys in her class who whisper
And she cannot find it in herself to keep her head up.

My younger sister is only 10 years old
And the weighing machine has become her best friend,
She steps onto it every day 
Asking me if the weight shown on the scale
Is the ‘ideal’.

My younger sister is only 10 years old
And when people call her pretty she casts her eyes downwards,
Mumbles a meek 'thank you’ and tells me
She thinks they did it out of courtesy.

My younger sister is only 10 years old
And already people are telling her
That 'if you don’t try to dress pretty people won’t like you’-
I’ve seen her look at my dresses and sigh
That she wished she was pretty enough to pull them off.

My younger sister is only 10 years old
And when I told her I was leaving to college
She cried for hours and told me that people were right
And that no one was going to stick around to love her
Because she wasn’t what people wanted.

My younger sister is only 10 years old
And her heart has been broken too many times
Despite her tender age and status as a child
And you ask me why I’m climbing on rooftops
Screaming 'let children be children’
Because, what people are taking is their innocence
And my younger sister is only 10.

—  s.r. // my younger sister