stomach pillow

so I’ve been meaning to read this for a while, and I looked it up for fun....

In less than an hour, I’ve managed to fall in love with this literal bonehead…

and I haven’t even read the manga yet

but

SO. FUCKING. COOL

AND NO ONE WARNED ME- 
NO ONE WARNED ME OF THE THIS ADORABLE FUCKERY

WHAT THE SHIT ELIAS

anonymous asked:

sterek, "the guy i fucked last night woke up this morning, disoriented and looked at me, and said "oh, you're hot." and went back to sleep."

Stiles scrubs his hands over his face. It’s still awfully early, too early to be awake, but his brain decided to snap out if a peaceful slumber, and now he’s sitting up in a bed that isn’t his, covered in light green sheets. There’s a guy lying next to him, on his stomach, hugging the pillow, and Stiles lets his eyes wander of the wide planes of his back, the tattoo between his shoulder blades, the dimples on his lower back. His face is turned away from Stiles, but Stiles still remembers: the sharp cheekbones with the impeccable stubble, a chiseled jaw, strong eyebrows and a set of eyes that stripped Stiles bare in a way that was both scary and hot.

All things considered, last night was a success.

Still, Stiles doesn’t usually fall asleep in the beds of his one-night-stands, never stays over, and he can’t believe he did last night. But the guy–Derek, his name’s Derek–asked him, softly, between open-mouthed, hot kisses to Stiles’ throat, and Stiles forgot the word no even existed. Which–what. This hasn’t ever happened before. Usually, it’s easy to say no; Stiles doesn’t like the awkward morning afters.

So he looks at Derek one last time, and sighs. Derek is something like a walking wet dream, and the sex was mind-blowing. Stiles wouldn’t mind another round, or ten, but Derek’s still sleeping, and Stiles broke one of his principles already. He won’t be the creeper who stared at Derek while he slept, which would probably reduce the chances of a repeat performance. If they ever ran into each other again, that is.

Stiles grips the sheet to throw it back and climb out of bed when Derek snuffles–he snuffles, Stiles is going to die–shifts, head turning to Stiles. He blinks against the early morning sunlight, eyes small. His hair is a mess, there’s the imprint of the pillow’s creases on his cheek: Stiles is sure he’s pretty much ruined forever. This is it. He’s wrecked. This shouldn’t be happening. It was just a one-night-stand.

Derek squints at him sleepily. “God,” he says, voice sleep-rough. “You’re hot.”

Stiles is pretty sure his brain can’t quite decide where to send all his blood: to his face or to his cock.

“Um,” Stiles says intelligently, fighting the urge to card a hand through Derek’s hair.

Derek nuzzles into his pillow again, eyes drooping shut. “Mhm,” he hums. “Thought the alcohol induced an obscene fantasy ‘bout your eyes. And your mouth. And just–you.”

Stiles stares at him, helplessly.

“Not a fantasy,” Derek points out, soft smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He blinks his eyes open again, reaches out to grab Stiles’ hand. Derek twines the fingers together, rubs his thumb over Stiles’ skin, and it feels perfect; feels like something he’s done before, like it’s natural.

“I don’t like to be objectified,” Stiles says, because that’s the first thing his brain supplies.

Derek laughs softly, closing his eyes again, as he brings their joined hands to his lips, presses a tender kiss on Stiles’ knuckles.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, lips grazing the skin of Stiles’ hand. It sends shivers down Stiles’ vertebrae.

Stiles lies back down, on his back, their hands in the space between them, and he turns his head to look at Derek, whose features have relaxed again, peaceful, as he drifts off to sleep one more time.

“Stay,” Derek asks quietly, voice petering out into a sleepy slur.

So Stiles stays, because apparently, he can’t say no to Derek.

How to find my cat: a guide

Step 1: Read out loud the following script. “Where is my snoogleloaf? My Egg McFluffin? My loafy boy? My Baron von Naughtypaws? My baby-voiced trip hazard? My stomach with feeties? My pillow thief? My Secretary of Offense?”

Step 2: Follow the loud purring and tail-wagging noises to the cat’s location

Good F*ck

SUMMARY - You tell about your frustrations about not ever having good sex to Nat and Wanda and Bucky overhears .

WORDS- 1.8K(approx)

A/N - Taw @supersoldierslover I love you . Thank you so much . 

WARNINGS- cursing , dirty talk, fingering , unprotected sex (just use a fucking condom pls) also very sexual gif of lance tucker below(definitely a warning).

Originally posted by blurredmelancholy

“Fuuuck….” , you groan hitting your head lightly to the coffee table but enough to get your friends Nat and Wanda to notice you .

“What is it now? “Nat asked nonchalantly , used to your sudden outburst of frustration .

“I just…I… I feel empty.” You say looking helplessly at the two of them .
Both their expression changed to one of sympathy .

“Y/N , I understand . I feel that way too sometimes . With the job we have we are….”Wanda starts before you interrupt her .

“Nooo , you don’t understand . That’s not what I am trying to say .I just …” You throw your hands in the air and let out a whine.

“What is Y/N?”  Nat asked a little irritated.

“I just need to be dicked okay . Like fucked so good that I see the fucking stars and pass out . Arghhh!!!!!”

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Slow and Steady

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1390

Warnings: 18+ Smut. Unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing. NSFW gif toward the bottom. PWP… no plot here, just sex with Bucky.

Request Prompt: After taking things slow, Bucky decides he is finally ready to have sex with you. (Post CA:CW Cryo)

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble for my follower celebration, but it just kept getting longer and longer so it’s now a one-shot. (credit to the gif owners)

Originally posted by secretly-buckybarnes

I want you.”

Three simple words, formed into a little sentence.

You stood in front of him, heart racing and body slightly shivering. You have waited for those words to leave his lips for months.

Bucky walked slowly to you. He reached up to cup your jaw in his flesh hand, “You’ve been so patient with me,” he whispered. “Any other person would have given up on me.”

You shook your head, “I have been perfectly content to wait for as long you needed me to.” You said. “I still will wait if you want too.”

He smiled at you softly, “Oh doll, I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“What do you need me to do?” You whispered, not knowing what to do with your hands.

He slowly leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. Such a simple kiss, but it was enough to send fireworks through your body.

When he leaned away, that small smile was still there. “I know this is going to sound weird because our whole relationship has been slow,” he said, unease creeping into his voice. “But I need to take this slow too.”

You brought your arms up to wrap around his waist, “I’m ok with slow.”

His hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you into his body. “God, I love you.” He said before slanting his lips over yours again.

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DATING {SIRIUS BLACK}
  • First off, he’s the sexiest motherfucker to ever grace the fictional world in the history of literature so props to J.K Rowling…
  • He borrows your hair ties…
  • You like to run your hands through his hair…
  • He’s moody and clingy and doesn’t like being away from you…
  • You talk to James about it when you first start dating…

“Pads is fucked up for sure but he’s the greatest man I’ve ever known. Dunno where I’d be if he hadn’t come along, so you gotta stick to him, nobody else will.”

  • He’s really big on PDA because it pisses off his brother…
  • Everyday he has something interesting to share…
  • He sneaks food for you almost every day…
  • You both utilize the secret passage ways until the care taker almost catches you…

“Did you know that there are only three words in the entire English language that begin with the letters d and w?”
“That’s interesting.”
“Wanna know which ones?”
“I know dwindle, dwell and…?”
“Dwarf.”

  • He likes your signature matching couples bedhead… 
  • He likes falling asleep using your stomach as a pillow… 
  • You’ve never felt unloved around him… 
  • When girls try to flirt with him he’ll make a big show of kissing you dramatically so they’ll go away… 

“Your breath smells, get off me!”
“My breath does not smell.”
“Pads, for the love of Merlin brush your teeth before kissing me.”
“What are you? My mother?”
“Snogging your mother now, are we?”

  • Sometimes he gives your bum a little squeeze because it makes you squeal and he thinks it’s cute… 
  • You braid his hair a lot when he falls asleep… 
  • He goes through a photography phase and is constantly claiming you as his ‘muse’… 
  • When it’s cold out he’ll come up behind you to slip his hands into your front pants pocket 'for warmth’… 
  • You kiss his hands when he’s stressed… 

“Love you, y’know?”
“I know, baby. Go to sleep now, go on.”

Platonic cuddling is so great and it’s so underrated like just laying with a friend with your legs tangled or your head on their shoulder or vice versa or using their stomach as a pillow as you watch them play video games it’s just this warm sense of casual togetherness and it’s truly wonderful

04. Baby Talk (part two)

I decided to turn Baby Talk into a few parts. I’m not sure how many there will be, but I just know this story isn’t finished yet!

read part one here

warnings: fluff, smut, daddy!kink


You drummed your fingers nervously on the bathroom counter, your nails providing a rhythmic tick in the otherwise silent room. The two white sticks sat neatly side by side, perfectly parallel to the square stone sink. You lifted your arm up, checked your watch, whispered, “one more minute” under your breath, and went back to tapping your fingers.

You’d been trying for four months. Ever since that night Harry surprised with the confession that he wanted you two to have a baby of your own, you’d been having sex relentlessly since. Whether it was just before you went to bed, just as you woke up, or right as Harry came through the door and you found yourself half naked on the kitchen counter, you two had been trying. You hadn’t realized how truly bad you wanted to be a mom until it seemed like it was never going to happen.

Every month, just before you were set to get your period, you took two tests moments after you woke up like clockwork. And every month, like clockwork, they came out negative. You had told Harry that night that it would take a while, but even you didn’t believe the words that came out of your mouth in that moment.

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silverdragonms  asked:

Important question! Who gives the best cuddles out of all the skeles? And what's the order from best to. Worst at cuddles? It's for... science.

*This was a tough one!  I rearranged this list a few times, but here’s my completely unbiased take.  


US!Papyrus
UF!Sans
SF!Papyrus
UT!Papyrus
UF!Papyrus
US!Sans
HT!Sans
UT!Sans 
SF!Sans
HT!Papyrus

Stretch:  His cuddles are comfortable because his hoodie feels so nice, and he’s content to just let you rest on his chest with his arms around you.  He makes you feel safe, even if he does smell of sweets and smoke.  It’s a surprisingly good combination.  He doesn’t move much in his sleep, either.

Red: His hoodie is super comfy, though he doesn’t wear it to bed much.  Still, he’ll hold you all night, although his hold will be much more possessive and protective than Stretch’s, with his body wrapped around yours.  He also doesn’t move much when he sleeps, and he’s a very light sleeper.  

Mutt/Rus: As a combination of the above two, he sleeps with his jacket on, so it’s incredibly soft and comfortable.  His hold is possessive and tight, and he likes to spoon, with his body wrapped around yours and your legs tangled together.  He smells like spice and smoke, and if you happen to twist around to wind your arms around him, he’ll wrap you up in his jacket.

Papyrus: His cuddles are secure and warm, and his hands don’t wander.  He’ll let you sleep on his chest, he’ll spoon you–really anything you’d like to feel safe and loved.  He’s a heavy sleeper, so if you move around, it won’t phase him.

Edge:  He’s a closet cuddler that enjoys feeling your skin. He likes to spoon, so he can have you securely in his arms, with your legs trapped between his.  His hold is both protective and possessive; he won’t let anyone come between the two of you in your slumber.  
Unless.. ya’know, he’s kicking you out of bed because his brother walked in during a tender moment.  Ugh.  

Blueberry: He’s a ball of energy, and he’s so excited to be cuddling you that he doesn’t go to sleep right away.  He likes to talk, and just as you’re drifting to sleep, he’ll wake you back up with a random thought.  He uses your chest or stomach as his personal pillow, and clings to you the entire night.  He may be a heavy sleeper, but he’s an early-riser, so you’ll likely be greeted by a staring, grinning skeleton in the morning. 

Axe:  He doesn’t really care one way or another about cuddling, but he’s content to sleep on top of you–or if he’s having a possessive moment, he’ll spoon.  Just don’t stick your fingers in the crack on top of his head.  He’s a little unhinged at times, so if he’s having a Bad Day, expect him to hold onto you tighter and probably not let you out of the bed.  He may even gnaw on your neck a bit.  He doesn’t move much when he sleeps, but he’s a super light sleeper, so chances are that he spends most of the night watching you sleep and trying not to think.  

Sans: He sleeps like a rock, and he’s likely going to end up with his head pillowed on your stomach/chest or sprawled across you.  If you end up sleeping on him, his arms will probably be out by his sides; he takes up most of the bed and moves around a ton in his sleep.  He also hogs all the blankets.  You’re liable to wake up cold while he’s in a blanket burrito, but hey–it’s Sans, so it’s worth it.  

Blackberry: He feels that you should be honored that he deemed you worthy of lying in the same bed as him, and he’s pretty tsundere when it comes to actually wanting to cuddle you.  He also prefers you to sleep on his chest, with one of his arms wound around your shoulders, keeping you close to his side.  It takes him a while to fall asleep, but when he finally does, he doesn’t move around much.  However, if you happen to stir and touch his spine of something in your sleep, he’s instantly going to be awake.  And he’s also liable to watch you sleep, in the rare moments when his brash facade can drop and he can just… think you look so lovely and peaceful.   

Crooks: Papyrus is a heavy sleeper with a crushing grip.  He’s so tall that he can bend over your body and engulf you, but he also makes it difficult to breathe because he keeps gripping you tighter in his slumber.  He also happens to think that you smell nice…. really nice.  He’s liable to gnaw on you a little in his sleep, and you may have to whack him in his face to wake him up.  

some things alec would totally say to his glittering warlock boyf

  • “i hate people. no offense”
  • replying to “fuck you” with “not now i’m in the middle of something”
  • very specific appearance compliments. “i like your triangle eyeliner”
  • “if we’re gonna watch this movie, you have to promise to cry too”
  • insults that he asks izzy to come up with. five minutes after an argument is over he goes to magnus & reads “dating you is like hugging a cactus in slow motion twice a day” off his phone screen
  • “you would tell me if my stomach wasn’t a good pillow, right??”
  • they both say “behave” like too often
  • “can’t you just [poorly imitates magic hand movements] it?”
  • “love you”’s that sound rly off-handed but if magnus turns to look at him alec is like. gazing back
you’re okay

so this is a mixture of an anonymous request I got and a headcanon I saw (that I can’t find to link) but I hope you enjoy!!

Ship: Malec

Word Count: 2,500

Alec’s vision was blurry as sweat rolled down his forehead, getting in his eyes. Sand was flying out behind him as he sprinted down the beach, trying desperately to get enough leverage and coverage to turn and aim a shot at the dragon demon that was following. Izzy was somewhere behind him, but she could handle herself, and the dragon was after him anyways. He chanced a glance back to make sure she was okay, only to see that he was losing ground and the demon was on his heels.

“Dammit,” he groaned, willing his legs to push him faster, harder. He felt his speed rune burning as he used the last of it, along with the heat beside him as a fireball landed dangerously close to him. He almost didn’t see the figure in front of him. They weren’t moving, only planting their feet and preparing to strike.

The flicker of a silver ear cuff was the only give away.

Alec ducked quickly, rolling onto the sand as he felt the familiar power of magic soar over his head, striking the demon directly in the chest. Alec knew what was coming, he’d seen it when he’d shot the dragon in New York.

“Magnus look out!” He called out, but it was too late. The demon had already spawned back from its remnants, creating six smaller, but still lethal demons. Three of them turned to Alec, the other three to Magnus. Alec grasped for his seraph blade, slicing through the two closest to him. Magnus was holding off the other one headed for the younger boy along with two that were after him, but he failed to see the one coming up behind him.

With a sickening hiss, Alec watched in horror as the demon struck Magnus in the back with its tail and the stinger at the end of it. Magnus’ eyes went wide with shock, and he turned slowly to see what had hit him. Alec was on his feet in a flash, aiming a careful arrow that soared beside Magnus and landed in the neck of the demon. The three remaining demons scattered into the woods, and Alec fell to his knees beside Magnus, who had slumped to the ground.

“Ouch,” Magnus said slowly.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. You’re okay, you’re gonna be fine, everything is going to be fine. I’m right here,” Alec murmured, his hands hovering uselessly over Magnus’ body, unsure of what to do.

“Catarina. I need Catarina,” he murmured, his body stiffening as he fought the pain that was beginning to spread.

“Can you make a portal?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Take my strength. You’ve done it before, we just need to get you back home, and then we can fix this, okay? Take it Magnus,” he urged, grasping onto Magnus’ hand tightly, willing him to take everything he needed. He felt a sudden drain, as if his energy was being zapped from his muscles, but it gave Magnus just enough strength to create a small portal. Alec all but dragged him through it, both of them tumbling onto the floor of the apartment.

Magnus groaned at the impact, rolling over onto his stomach. It was only then that Alec could see the blood running from his upper back, his jacket tattered and burning away from the poison of the sting.

Catarina!” Alec yelled, lifting Magnus as gently as he could off the floor. He swiped everything off of the coffee table before laying the warlock down gently on his stomach.

“Not. Here.” Magnus panted. Alec felt himself begin to panic again. He turned away, only slightly, scribbling out a frantic fire message and sending it with all the force he had, praying it would get to her in time.

“What can I do? Tell me what to do Magnus,” Alec pleaded, feeling his eyes fill with tears.

“Stay with me,” Magnus murmured, his hand searching, reaching up from where it was hanging beside the table. Alec took it in his, squeezing tightly. He was shaking, and his rings were clicking together slightly.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here,” Alec reassured him. Magnus smiled at that, his lips moving as if he wanted to speak, but his head lulled back onto the table.

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Wrong Place Wrong Time (32)

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF!
Do not reuse, edit or copy and of my work(s). ©
Part 32 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 6,420 (Maybe a little more or less- lol sorry)

Literally feel like Minseok and Sehun filmed this part of the MV for me (GIF) How relatable is it to this story though? Haha. Enjoy guys.


It had been two days since the incident between Sehun and Minseok and Sehun still hadn’t come home yet, despite how badly he treated you throughout your time in the house you couldn’t help but hope that he was okay wherever he was. Minseok had told everyone about the situation briefly, but not into depth about you and him, only about Sehun being missing and so now everyone was on high alert. Chanyeol and Jongdae had driven round the area four times in the past two days, but there was no sign of him. Junmyeon had insisted that you carry on with your preparations for Red you had all been planning for a while and tomorrow was the day.

You were all sat in the board room going through the final, finer details and making sure you hadn’t overlooked anything.

“We have an issue though.” Kyungsoo said from his chair resting his hands on his lap. “Without Sehun here, how will you distract the security on the fifth floor. The cameras are constantly recording and there are always operators in the surveillance room, I really don’t see how we can distract them now.” The room was silent for a while. Kyungsoo was right, there was no way they could cross the fifth floor of such a big corporation without a distraction.

“I don’t know. Maybe we could use Ara? Put her in the elevator and have it open up on the fifth floor, it would pique their interest and they’d work to get her out of there too.” Jongdae shrugged his shoulder from where he was sat, looking at Junmyeon and waiting for approval.  Kris’ face turned dark, almost as though a switch had been flicked on inside of him.

“How dare you suggest using and putting my daughter in such a dangerous situation? Who the fuck do you think you are?!” He shouted at Jongdae, causing Ara in his lap to cry at his outburst.

“No Jongdae, we’re not doing that and Kris can you take your fucking child outside, she’s giving me a headache.” Junmyeon groaned, rubbing the temples of his head.

Kris sighed standing, bouncing Ara in his hands. “It’s okay sweetie, daddy’s got you.” He cooed in her ear exiting the board.

“Well we could use Y/N right? I mean you’ve done it once?” Tao said, pointing in your direction, causing all of the boys to turn to you.

“No.” Chanyeol shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. You gulped hard, you really weren’t sure that you were prepared to do this kind of thing again, especially now since Red knew who you were, you definitely wouldn’t come out alive, you stared around the table nervously.

“Look Tao is right, I’m sorry but using Y/N may be the only way that we can do this.” Junmyeon brushed a hand in his hair, “but we’ll have one of the guys tailing you so that you’ll be okay.”

You pouted, your lips quivering as you looked up at Chanyeol. He looked back at you sadly but the power was no longer in his hands. You sighed, sinking into your chair, you may aswell get Chanyeol to start planning your funeral now you thought to yourself.

“We’ll have you go up to the fifth floor Y/N and exit there. The security cameras will see you and be too occupied to look at the other surveillance screens. Meaning that Jongin or Yixing can slip onto the executive floor and take out Red. I’ll send Minseok up into the lift directly after you so that he can take out anyone who tries attacking you on the fifth floor. Baekhyun and Chanyeol have the emergency exits down, which we all already know about anyway and Kris can leave Ara home with Kyungsoo.” He nodded at no one in particular, as if confirming what he had said to be sure that it made sense to him. He let out a deep sigh.

“Get some sleep boys…and girl. Tomorrow’s make or break. Kill or be killed okay?”

“What about Sehun?” Yixing asked, looking up at Junmyeon with a worried expression. Junmyeon sighed again, but this time he didn’t reply and just left the board.
It was silent for a while, all of you were taking in everything. The fact that this may be your last time in this board room and seeing the others’ faces. It was like the last supper but without the food.

“Hey guys, you’d never hear me admit this on a normal day or anything, but since this is the largest scale thing we’ve ever done…I’m scared. Like I’m fucking bricking it.” Baekhyun laughed nervously looking around the table. “I’m scared that if I get hurt and you guys get hurt, nobody will be able to piece us back together, we’ll just…die.” He blinked, his face lacking any type of emotion now and it made your stomach twist. Suddenly involuntarily you began to cry, it was silent but it was also very obvious. Everyone in the room began to stare at you. You got up and slowly walked over to Chanyeol sitting on his lap and hugging him tight, your hot tears soaking into his sweater. He was rubbing your back with his hand.

“I might never see you again. So I’m saying goodbye now, the 10 years has been great Chan.” You breathed in between sobs.

“Don’t say that Y/N, we’re going to survive this okay.” But his words sounded as empty as you felt inside, he didn’t know if you’d come back either, you were sure that you were all assuming the worst by this point. You slowly ripped yourself away from his body, excusing yourself from the room and making your way up to your bedroom. You dropped onto your bed laying flat on your stomach, crying into your pillow, tasting the saltiness of your tears every now and then. After a while you heard a light knock on your door. You didn’t bother answering, but the person came in anyway.

It was Kyungsoo.

“I thought you’d be crying. Your favourite hobby.” He joked shutting the door behind him and wheeling himself over to you. You lifted your head from your pillow, eyes red and face wet.
“You’ll be fine Y/N. I’m sure you will. You have Chanyeol protecting you aswell as Yixing, Jongin…and Minseok.” He gave you a knowing look, you pretended you hadn’t noticed it. He laughed softly.
“Don’t worry I know Y/N. I’ve known for a while, I’m a good judge of character it was just extremely obvious to me. The way you both look at each other across the dining table and in the board.”
You slowly looked at Kyungsoo, you didn’t know you had been quite so obvious with it all, but apparently you had.
“I’ve dissuaded Jongin to pursue you, hopefully he’ll back off a bit now. But really I came here to say thanks. Honestly if it wasn’t for you, I think I would’ve topped myself a while ago and thanks for…you know…cleaning me up that day.” He looked at his lap bashfully causing you to smile through your tears assuring him that it was okay.
Just then the door opened, revealing Minseok standing at your door frame.

“Oh sorry I didn’t realise…I’ll come back late–”

“No. I was just leaving.” Kyungsoo gave you a small smile and began to wheel himself out of the room, Minseok standing aside allowing him to go past. He closed the door behind Kyungsoo. Clearing his throat he looked at you walking in your direction and sitting next to you on the bed.

“Hey, don’t cry Y/N. I promise you we’ll try to look after you.” He dragged you closer to him so that you were pressed up against each other, the warmth of his body feeling extremely comforting at this moment in time.

“I’m so scared Minseok, what if we all die?” You sniffed your face was still wet with tears that Minseok was wiping away with his hand.

“Look Y/N I won’t lie to you and tell you we’ll survive, because there’s always a possibility that we could die but we just have to stay optimistic and try hard.” He pulled you in for a hug and it lingered for a while before you pulled away again.

“What about Sehun? You whispered, almost as thought you were too scared to say it out loud.

Minseok sighed into your hair staying silent for a while, then; “I don’t know Y/N but I just really hope he’s okay. I love the kid I really do. You don’t think I was too harsh on him do you?”

You shook your head slowly. “No. I mean I understand why he’s upset but it was becoming a bit much, beside it was time you told him.”
Minseok nodded, slowly shifting you over from your side of the bed and lifting you onto his lap to face him. He bent his neck down and began kissing your lips, his hands roaming up and down your sides. Suddenly he slipped his tongue into your mouth, catching you off guard but you didn’t resist him. Now you could really taste him in your mouth and the concept of it was exciting you beyond belief. You wrapped you arms around his neck drinking in that same familiar smell that you had allowed yourself to become addicted to. He slipped his tongue out of your mouth and lowered his head to your neck where began kissing and sucking on your soft spot eliciting an almost inaudible intake of breath from you.

“Minseok…stop…” You gasped. His fingers were digging into your waist as he brought his lips back to yours slipping his tongue into your mouth again. This time around you decided to use your tongue back. Everything that you were doing felt so scandalous and sinful but at the same time it felt so right. His hands were roaming up and down your body as though he couldn’t help himself. You pulled away, your heart pounding.

“No, Minseok … I’m not ready…”

“I wasn’t going to make you Y/N.” He smiled softly placing a chaste kiss on your lips and stroking your hair softly. “I’d never force you to do something you weren’t comfortable with.” He was staring at you for a while, his arms still wrapped around your waist. “But I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you say that you have feelings for me so I know I’m not going crazy, so I know that this isn’t a hoax.”

“Why would it be a hoax?” You asked, rubbing your hands slowly and lightly up and down his shoulders and chest, his breathing gradually returning back to its normal pace.

“Because of the way I treated you in the past. How do I know that you’re not just doing this to get back at me, so you can turn around and break me when I’m in too deep, because I feel like I’m about to cross over that line Y/N, I’m about to cross the line where there’s no turning back. Where I can no longer contain how I feel about you and I’m scared, because I don’t want to feel this way towards you. Towards anyone. I don’t want to fall…in love.” He closed his eyes tightly a look of disgust showering his face, before he opened his eyes again.
His beautiful eyes.
“I’m slowly but surely falling in love with you. I don’t know what to do? It’s not love yet, I know that, but it won’t be long before it is. How do I know I can trust you to reciprocate those feelings Y/N? You’ve only known me two months, one of which I’ve consistently been trying to kill you, I’ve killed near enough 100 men, and tortured more. Are sure you can really fall for a guy like me? Is that really what you want, to end up with damaged goods? I’m not good for you Y/N, but I’m too selfish to want to let you try finding someone else. But deep down…” He sighed heavily, supporting your back with his hand. “Deep down I’m scared that at the end of it all you’ll pick Chanyeol. It’s only logical for it to end up that way. But I need this Y/N, I want this. I need somebody; I’ve never opened up so much in all the time I’ve been with Junmyeon and the boys. Do you know that you make me feel vulnerable?”

You raised a brow in confusion, you made Minseok feel vulnerable? How? You shook your head, burrowing it into his chest listening to his breathing and enjoying the subtle rising and falling of his chest. You had finally cracked Minseok’s hard exterior, there was nothing left of ‘Xiumin’ anymore it was only Minseok in his naked form. His true self. And he was no different to any other human being, what he wanted was what any other sane human wanted. Only it came in the form of you. He wanted you.

“I like you too Minseok.” You spoke into his chest. He let out a heavy sigh. A sigh of relief and contentment.
“But…” You continued. His breath hitched, “It’s hard to even try and think about developing something more in this house. I feel suffocated, there’s always too much going on and I can’t breathe, so I never really know where my head is at. Honestly I’m surprised that I’ve kept it together for this long.” You raised your head from his chest to look at his face, he stared down at you for a second and for a moment you were scared that you had upset him. But then he nodded.

“You’re right it’s hard in here. Maybe one day…we could get away from this place?” He began stroking your cheek softly with the pad of his thumb. Your eyes widened. Was that possible, could you ever get out of this place, how could you just re enter the ‘real world’ after you had all been missing for a while, especially him. Nearly a whole decade, he couldn’t just make an appearance it wasn’t as simple as that. You pushed away the thoughts you didn’t want to get your hopes up only for them to come crashing down.

“We should get to sleep.” You said shifting off of his lap and sitting back down on your bed. “We’ve got a long and important day ahead.” He sighed nodding and stood up slowly from the bed.

“I’m scared.” He said.

“Why? You said we’d be okay. We’ll kill Red and it will all be over.”

“No not about that, well a little bit about that. But I’m talking about Sehun. I just hope he hasn’t done anything stupid.” Minseok bit his lip nervously, his eyes wondering around the room, as if Sehun was hiding somewhere in here and he was trying to find him.

“I’m sure he’ll be okay Minseok.” You tried comforting him, but you were aware that you didn’t sound the least bit convincing.

Minseok face-palmed himself, grunting in frustration. “Ughh, shit this is all my fault!”

You put your hand in the air as if to stop him from talking. “Stop blaming yourself Minseok, this isn’t your fault.”

“But maybe it is Y/N.” He argued back. “I’ve been with Sehun for years and all of a sudden over this past month I completely started switching my attention to you, he’s not used to that. I should have eased him into it, he probably feels really betrayed right now. You should’ve seen him when he first joined he was so feeble and quiet. I mean his mum died in his arms for God’s sake. Of course he couldn’t help but latch onto me, he literally clung onto me so of course he feels neglected right now. God I hope he’s okay. I really hope he’s okay.”
You stood up to pull Minseok into a hug, lingering slightly as he buried his head into the crook of your neck.

“Look, I’m sure he’ll come back in a bit Minseok, he wouldn’t miss Red’s assassination now would he? Just give him a couple of hours okay. Just get some sleep.” You pulled away from him slowly walking over to your bed and you could feel him following you.
“Minseok I said go to bed…” You dropped down onto your bed covering yourself with your duvet. He lifted it up and slipped under the covers beside you.

“I will. But next to you.” You pulled a funny face at him, you weren’t sure if that was a good idea.
“Y/N I promise I won’t try anything; I’d never do that to you. I just want a cuddle. Please.” His eyes were begging you for comfort and before you even had the chance to deny his request, he dragged his body closer to yours, draping his arm over your stomach.
“I hope he’s not dead Y/N.”


You were all loaded into the back of a black tinted van. All of you apart from Ara, Kyungsoo and Sehun. Sehun still hadn’t come back home and a bad feeling was lingering in the pit of your stomach. Minseok had hardly said a word since you both woke up, you knew that it was eating away at the back of his mind, but for now he had to push thoughts of Sehun to the side. You all did, because right now it was time to deal with Red. Pulling up to the Red Corp building, a Kaleidoscope of butterflies were swarming around in your stomach, and not the good kind. It was weird how normal, and ‘legal’ the building looked from the outside. You could only imagine the craziness that would go down when you got inside. Tao parked the van a distance from the building. All you could hear in the car was breathing.

“Right guys. We’ve got this don’t worry as long as we stick to what we planned then we have this, okay?” Junmyeon said. “We’ll be fine. Remember who we’re doing this for. This is Justice guys; we’re nearly at the end of it all. And if I don’t make it out alive…you guys have been the best.” Junmyeon swallowed, staring upwards avoiding anyone’s eye contact.

“Just say you love us.” Yixing smiled poking Junmyeon’s side.

“No.”

“Go on, just say you love us.”

“No.”

Everyone started laughing and jeering. “Go on just say it Myeon. Just say you love us!”

“Shhhh! Alright, I love you all, shit! Shut up or we’ll be found out. I love you.” He rolled his eyes at everyone, who were laughing and patting him on whatever part of his body that they could reach. “Alright let’s go.” He nodded at Jongin, who nodded back at him and opened up the back door. Everyone was filing silently out of the van now in their black outfits, weapons held tightly to their sides and running to the back exit of the building. As per usual, you were paralysed sitting in the van staring at your hands in your lap. How many times was your life going to flash before your eyes, although to be fair this would probably be the last time that it would happen, you really couldn’t see yourself surviving past tonight.

“Y/N. Hey we need to go.” You looked up at Chanyeol who was softly pulling your arm towards him. Your stomach was churning but you got up regardless.
“Look Y/N, Just in case I don’t make it out I just want you to know that the ‘both of us’, was the best ten years of my life.” He smiled at you softly. “And I know you don’t want to hear this but I’m going to say it anyway… I love you Y/N and I will always love you whether it be in life or death, but your happiness matters to me the most so if that means being with Minseok, don’t waste another second if we get out of this alive. If I make it tonight, it will be hard to let you go but I know I’ll find someone else and move on eventually, everything happens for a reason right? I’ll find someone better than you.” He winked at you playfully. “But I hope we can remain friends forever and always.”
You leaned into his body hugging him tightly. 

“We’ll always be friends Chanyeol, nothing will ever change that. You’re the absolute best.” You stayed like that for a second and it was pure bliss, bringing you back to the simple days of just the two of you. You would trade in almost anything if you could get those days back.

“I’m sorry to break up this moment, but we have to go now.” Chanyeol broke away from the hug pulling your wrist and running with you towards the building. The closer you got the faster your heart began to beat, it was really time to do this. When you got inside all of the boys had already dispersed no doubt doing what they’d been assigned to do. Chanyeol sneaked you over to where the escalator was and winked at you leaving you behind. You took a deep breath, you knew that Baekhyun was somewhere watching you through hacked  CCTV cameras. You pressed the button labelled five and waited for the elevator to open. Your heart was in your throat and you felt sick, but you had to keep it together. The boys had waited for this moment for years, you couldn’t be the reason it screwed up. Composing yourself you closed your eyes waiting for the doors to open. 

Here you were at the fifth floor, you stepped into the lobby. Standing there waiting, by the time any guards came Minseok would have been here and you would be okay. Currently the escalator you had just got on was on the way down to Minseok and he was going to come up and be your knight in shining armour. When he had successfully taken them out then Yixing would be able to make his way up and take out Red and that would be it, you would all be free from it. The madness you had encountered, and the nation would be safe from his products. Your heart was beating erratically regardless, it would be a lie to say that you were not absolute terrified, because honestly terrified was not even the word to use in describing the way you were feeling.

And then you heard it, footsteps coming around the corner. And your body froze. A man in a navy blue janitor suit walked towards you, gun in hand smirking at you deviously.
“Hi there baby doll, you seem to have gotten yourself lost hmm? This isn’t a hotel darling.” You cringed at the use of pet names he was using to address you. 

“I umm…I’m just looking for the bathroom.” You stuttered, waiting for the elevator to open behind you.

“Hmm, really? Funny you came all the way up to the fifth floor for the toilet baby doll. Normally when people are desperate they stay on the first floor, huh?” He hung his head on the side. “Don’t treat me like I’m dumb babe.”
He rose his gun up higher and higher until it was level with the space in between your eyebrows.
Where the fuck was Minseok? He should’ve been here. He’d never make it in time now; this was really it you never imagined it ending this way.  You always imagined that you’d just die of old age or something like that, but never of a gunshot wound to the head. You let out a deep breath, preparing yourself for the end you closed your eyes allowing a silent tear to roll down your cheek.

BANG!  

You let out a deep breath. But how? How was it possible you were still breathing? How were you still standing? Why were you still alive?
You opened your eyes slowly as though you were scared to see whatever came next, when you looked down you saw the guard on the floor. A hole through his head, lying in a pool of his own blood. It was worrying that you no longer wanted to vomit, since you were slowly becoming used to such gory sites. But how did he die? You smiled to yourself crazily, that means Minseok got here in time. You spun around, to throw your arms around his neck, but stopping yourself in your tracks.

“Sehun?…”
You breathed. He stood there with a gun in his hand, looking at you blankly. Your head was pounding, what was he doing here. Why did he help you?

Just then you heard the elevator ping open. Minseok and Yixing running out.

“Y/N! Oh God I’m so sorry! The elevator got stuck and… Sehun?” Minseok stopped in his tracks, staring into the younger mans face, he was silent for a moment. Dazed.
Recollecting himself he shook his head. “Yixing you need to go, it’s now or never, stay safe. Y/N get out of here now, get yourself down to the first floor. Jongdae will be down there, you need to get yourself into the van.”
You stood there in shock still staring at Sehun.
“Y/N NOW!” Minseok shouted, you broke out of your hypnotic state running over to the elevator and pressing the button labelled 1. Running inside you waited for the doors to shut.

“Thank you Sehun!” You called before you disappeared.

Minseok’s P.O.V.
He stared at him in shock, what was he doing here? How could he just show up after he had scared him, he struggled to sleep because he was so scared of Sehun yet here he was. They stood there staring at each other in silence for a while, time was stood still.

“Sehun! Fuck it look out!” Minseok’s eyes widened as he saw another man from the corner, the man lifted his hand up shooting something in Sehun’s direction. Minseok quickly removed the gun that was in his holder shooting the man with it. He dropped in a slump to the floor next to the other dead body, the bullet piercing right through his chest.

His attention turned back to Sehun, who was gasping for air, his knees becoming weak as he was slowly dropping to the ground.

“Sehun, what’s happening?! What’s going on?!” Minseok panicked rushing to the younger males side. Slowly helping lower him to the ground to lessen the impact.

“I –I –It burns.” Sehun stuttered, pointing at his hip. “I can’t move Min. I can’t move.” Minseok frowned down at Sehun’s hip, pulling a needle out and inspecting it closely. It was poison. He had been poisoned, with a venom dart. Sehun’s breathing was slowly becoming more irregular and he was groaning in pain in response to the travelling burning sensation. Minseok was panicking he didn’t know what to do, he got up running towards the elevator pressing the button labelled ‘1’.
“No Min! Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me. She’s safe please don’t leave me for her again. Not right now.” He was crying in pain now but his face was blank at the same time. Minseok rushed back over to him kneeling down by his side.

“I’m not leaving you Sehun, I’m not going anywhere. It’s okay I’m here alright.” He stroked his hand lightly across Sehun’s face trying to comfort him as best he could.
“Where did you run off to Sehun, you had me so worried you know that don’t you? I couldn’t think straight.” Minseok smiled at him sadly, still stroking his cheek.

“You were worried about me?” Sehun widened his eyes ever so slightly, staring up at Minseok hopefully.

“Of course I was Sehun, how could I not be. I thought you… did something that would break me completely. I thought you killed yourself”
Sehun smiled ever so slightly looking up into Minseok’s face, feeling as though this was all he ever wanted to hear. He wanted to know that Minseok was concerned about him, just as much as her.

“I thought you couldn’t stand me ever since she showed up…You’ve been changing. And –Ughh! It burns.”

Minseok began panicking again, Sehun was sweating now and his muscles were involuntarily contracting and relaxing.

“I’m going to die aren’t I?” Sehun sobbed. “Minseok I’m going to die aren’t I? I’m scared Min. I’ve been scared my whole life. Oh God! I don’t want to die Min, not yet.” Tears were streaming down his eyes as he stared lifelessly at Minseok, causing him to start crying too.

“You won’t die Sehun, I won’t let you die.” He kissed him on his forehead, Sehun’s sweat covering his lips.

“Do you promise me? Don’t promise me something you can’t keep please Min.” Sehun coughed, his breathing still irregular.

“I’m not letting you die Sehun, I love you too much to let that happen.” He dragged Sehun up and slung him around his shoulder, struggling to get him down to the van.

“Baekhyun will know what to do. Just hang Sehun, I can’t lose my best friend. Not now.”

Yixing’s P.O.V.

He walked closer to the main office on the fifth floor. Hoping desperately that the plan would work, he had changed into one of the outfits of the security guards that he had taken out on the third floor. Everyone was relying on him, He had one job, he only had to do it well. Taking a deep breath he pushed the heavy door open. Red was not alone, he was sitting around the table with two other men. All three looked up at him upon his arrival.

“Yes?” Red raised an eyebrow, looking up at Yixing.

“Sorry for disturbing you Sir, but this is urgent. There’s been some sort of break-in. Some unidentified men have been running around the building. I made my way up to alert you sir. They’re heavily armed, my arms aren’t hefty enough.”
He looked over at the men sitting either side of Red, scanning their weapons; their guns were much heftier than his.
“Maybe they’d be better suited for the job sir? The intruders are on the third floor right now; they were making their way up here.” Yixing bowed his head politely. Red nodded at the men beside him, signalling for them to go and deal with the issue. Yixing moved aside for them to leave the room.
Red slowly stood up from his chair, squinting at Yixing and slowly walking closer towards him.

“I’ve never seen you around before.” He looked at the name tag “Jun. Hmm. Who are you?”

Yixing laughed sadistically at Red taking a step forward in his direction.
“I’m someone you don’t really want to be in the same room with alone.”

“What?” Red hissed, punching Yixing in the jaw. “You don’t work for me, who the fuck are you?!”

Yixing laughed again, rubbing his jaw with his hand. “I am your Omega. I will end it all here and now.”

Red ran over to his desk, opening a draw, looking for a weapon. “Shit!” He hissed, when he realised the draw was empty. He rushed over to the other side of his desk, hovering his hand over the emergency alarm.

“Oh I wouldn’t press that if I were you.” Yixing frowned, slowly pulling his silencer out of his holster. Red lifted his arm up, but before he got the chance to slam his hand down on the alarm Yixing shot one of his legs, causing him to sink down to the ground.

“I said. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Yixing walked to the door locking both him and Red inside.
“You’re a fucking evil man Jay Lee. You’ve broken so many families apart. Stolen so many loved ones from innocent people. You even tried to kill your fucking kids, you sick bastard. You killed two successfully.” He let out another shot, shooting at Red’s palm. “You’re an old twisted man, and your time is up. This world doesn’t need you anymore. It never needed you in the first place. If you had plans to rest in heaven then I’m sorry to break it to you, but you’ll be smouldering in hell.” Yixing walked up to him, shoving his gun into Red’s mouth.
“I’d let you say something final, but you probably have nothing relevant to say. Sayounara you bastard.”
Yixing pulled the trigger, blood and bits of flesh flying all over the place and Red’s body falling limply to the ground.
It was over.

Red was dead.


It was two days after the death of Red and to be honest you thought that spirits would be higher then they were, it was as though the boys still felt empty. You assumed it was because Red had done so much damage already and it was all irreversible. Sehun had been in bed for the last three days recovering, you decided it was time to pay a visit. You knocked your fist on his door lightly. Hearing a low grunt on the other side of the door, you let yourself in. He looked up at you frowning. So apparently his feelings towards you still hadn’t changed very much.

“Sehun…I …how are you doing?” You folded your arms behind your back, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to another.

“Shit. Why the fuck do you care? Get out.” He mumbled, keeping his agitated gaze on your frame.

“Don’t be like that I’m trying to be nice…I’m trying to say thank you.” You lowered your head, admittedly you did feel uncomfortable and embarrassed showing Sehun gratitude, but he did save your life, so it was the least that you owed him. “I’m not sure why you did it, but I’m grateful anyway.” You bowed your head at him slightly.

He scoffed, pulling his duvet down so he could scowl at you properly. “I didn’t do it for you. I couldn’t really care less about you. I did it for him, he’d be broken if you were killed,” He rolled his eyes at you. “Please get out, I need some sleep.” You nodded your head.

“Minseok loves you, you know that right?” You said before leaving the room. “Last night when you were missing all he could talk about and think about was you. He was so scared that you had gone and killed yourself. He blamed everything on himself, saying that it was all his fault that you had run away. He loves you like a son Sehun. He said you mean a lot to him.”

His eyes widened, he sat up a little bit straighter looking at you.
“He said that?”

You smiled softly nodding at him. “He’s been through so much and he deserves happiness. So please I’m beginning you even if you don’t like me, just cut him some slack and leave him be. Minseok will never stop caring for you Sehun. I know you’ve been through a lot in life and I understand why you feel the way you do. But you need to realise that you will always have a special place in Minseok’s heart, no matter who else comes along. So could you please just let him be happy?” You stared at him for a moment.

He was staring down guiltily at his lap.
“I’ll think about it, okay?…please get out…I need sleep.”
You shut the door behind you, smiling to yourself softly. You were sure that he’d do the right thing.


A couple of hours later and you had just come back from shopping with Kris and Ara. He decided that retail therapy would do her some good, since she had been stuck in Kyungsoo’s room with him for days.

“She needs to spend time with her daddy. Don’t you sweetie?” He smiled at her, picking her up and kissing her on the nose. Seeing Kris as a father was strange but refreshing, since it showed that they all had it in them to make a change and be loving.
You had bought two crates of sanitary towels since it would become bothersome to have to go out and buy packs all the time, you weren’t sure how much longer you’d have to stay in this house, or even the next time you’d be on your period. You had decided to store the crates in basement of the house nobody ever went in there and they would take up too much space in your room so for now this was the best location. You grabbed the keys for the basement from a draw in the kitchen and carried them down the dark damp steps. Placing the crates down you, quickly left and went back to your room. The basement wasn’t the most pleasant place in the house.

You’d all decided to watch a film in the evening. Apart from Sehun who was asleep by now. You took a seat in between Baekhyun and Chanyeol. Feeling the most layed back that you had in quite a while. You were all staring intently at the screen. The film was a cross between a Romance and Comedy and was way too cheesy for your liking, but apparently Yixing and Jongdae were enjoying it.

“Hey Y/N isn’t that the necklace I bought you on your 15th birthday?” Chanyeol pointed to the main character on the screen. He was right, she was wearing the exact same necklace as you. A silver infinity symbol, with two small diamonds on either loop.
You nodded.

“Do you still have that?” He looked up at you.

“Yeah of course I have it on no—”You stopped talking. Touching your neck you couldn’t feel it, but you were sure you had it on today. Ara had been playing with it in the food court at lunch when you went shopping. You had it all this time. Getting up you raced downstairs to the basement, it had to be here somewhere you thought to yourself. You couldn’t lose it, that was your favourite gift from Chanyeol it was almost like a lucky charm.
Getting on your hands and knees you started scoping the dark room, desperately trying to find it. You moved the crates to the side away from the table that they were near trying to find your necklace. Suddenly you heard a beeping noise coming from under the table. Confused you looked up under the desk trying to locate the sound. Your eyes widened in shock as you jumped to your feet racing up the stairs to the living room where everyone was sitting.

“Everyone get out now! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE NOW!” you screamed, trying to pull everyone up from their seats. All of the boys stared at you in confusion

“Y/N what the fuck is going on?!”Jongdae hissed in frustration, trying to watch the film in peace, but you weren’t allowing him to do that.


“WE’LL DIE, GET OUT NOW! THERE’S A BOMB IN THE BASEMENT AND IT’S GOING TO DETONATE IN 5 MINUTES!”

anonymous asked:

Headcanon that if Bev ever feels bad because she doesn't have female buds to do traditionally girly things with, the boys all have sleepovers with her and get face masks, paint their nails and watch chick flicks. They all love this.

Holy Shit!!!!!!!!! georgous, amazing, beautiful…

Making gossips about the school couples/ the teachers and the other students… ( Richie imitates the stupid girls who are bothering Bev’ at school, making fun of them until Beverly can’t barely breath because she’s laughing to much, and so the other boys start laughing as much as her, holding on their stomachs )
Having so many pillow fights, screaming and laughing, but also tickle fights because some of them(Eddie) are so weak with tickling;.. 

Bev’ also makes them try her clothes and her dresses, the boys making a parade in her bedroom one by one to decide “who wear it better” (and it’s usually Bill because wow… every clothes look good on him)

At the end of the night, after they all watched some stupid love movie, making fun of the characters and eating tons of ice-creams, they all fall asleep on each other on a big group hug, Beverly looking at them with so much love, wondering what did she do to deserve such amazing friends boyfriends

Love Sick ~Finn Balor Imagine~

Summary: When visiting Finn’s family in Ireland, his girlfriend falls victim to food poisoning.

Warnings: none that I cant think of, mention of being sick ??

Sorry if its crappy Ive had this idea in my head and its been eating away at me to be posted.

Originally posted by baleesi

The bar was a bad idea.

Well maybe not the bar, maybe it was the Guinness. Couldn’t be, I was not even close to drunk nor tipsy, wanting to make a good impression on Finn’s friends and siblings. It had to be that “Fresh” Seafood platter Finn’s sister Anna-Marie and I shared.

I groaned as my stomach cramped, a chill ran up my spine as I rolled onto my back in Anna-Marie’s old bedroom. I felt as if all the contents of my stomach were churning in a blender. I sat up, throwing my legs over the side of the bed when it felt like top of the blender had blown off. I slapped a hand over my mouth and dashed to the bathroom across from the bedroom.

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here’s something no one asked for, stenbrough hcs!

‣ stan and bill laying together in a field watching clouds and listening to the trains go by for hours and hours

‣ stan can’t see most of the things that bill sees in the clouds (bill thinks that stan is cute when he’s flustered)

‣ bill tries to impress stan by pointing out different types of birds (he only gets half of them right but stan loves it because at least he’s trying)

‣ bill puts flowers in stan’s hair while he reads to bill

‣ stan using bill’s stomach as a pillow

‣ bill draws stan as he naps (the way the sun is hitting his face is Perfect)

‣ bill playing with stan’s curls (stan acts annoyed but he actually really likes it and helps him fall asleep)

‣ cuddling while watching the sunset

Doodles (kagehina) - Rated T

Y’ALL MY HAND SLIPPED AND I WROTE MORE KAGEHINA *SCREAM* SOMEONE STOP ME BEFORE I GET CARPAL TUNNEL

((For my dear @tolhinata who gave me this idea a couple weeks ago.))


Hinata likes to draw. Some people would call it doodling, maybe; he can draw people and trees and things (he’s gotten really good at shading apples and other fruits in still lifes), but he’d rather draw patterns.

Once he got to second year, coach informed him that he needed to work an art class into his curriculum before he reached third year or he’d have trouble meeting requirements to graduate. Yachi had suggested drawing when he’d told her, and once he started his first class he found he actually kinda liked it. He was surprised he could find something he could get excited about… at school.

What he really likes to do, though, is draw on Kageyama. 

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Jerome x Reader: Pretty Jealous Psycho

Originally posted by kristieltrips

sorry for the repost, again. please, let me know if it’s alright, if it’s not then i’ll delete it and try to write something else.


[Y/N] [Y/L/N] was a crazy bitch. And she was one of The Maniax.

She met them at Arkham, obviously.

[Y/N] was reading an old fashion magazine. She could tell it was 7 years old, not only by a date but also by the clothes. Why would they even wear those stuff back then? It was so wrong.

She didn’t want to caught any attention, she may be a sociopath but she had her standards. She knew she was better than all these people.

So as she continued to read she heard a shy voice. “Hi..”

And that’s how she met Arnold Dobbins A.K.A a total sweetheart.

He didn’t understand many things but he was nice to talk to. So she decided to stick with him.

He introduced her to his “friends”, Robert Greenwood and Aaron Helzinger. They were both pretty cool, Greenwood tried to get to her at first but she proved she can defend herself. that was enough for him.

But there was this other guy, Richard Sionis. He really got on her nerves. He thought he’s better than everyone because of his money.

That’s not [Y/N] being a hypocrite. She thought she’s better than everyone just because. Not because she had money. That was different.

[Y/N] was a pretty girl so she wouldn’t have a problem with getting something she wanted, from him. She even considered that when she wanted a lipstick, she was so tired of those monotone stripes, and everybody knew he could get her something like that.

But she didn’t even try to get on his good terms, because of Barbara.

She wasn’t that bad in her opinion, she could talk to her sometimes like normal girls would do, but deep down [Y/N] didn’t want to trust her.

But there was still one, not mentioned person.

Jerome Motherfucking Valeska.

He flirted with [Y/N] (or like he’d say Gorgeous) non stop but on the other hand he flirted with every girl, so she shouldn’t feel so special.

As she thought about it more and more, [Y/N] noticed he’s doing it mostly with her. She was glad because there was one thing she truly hated about herself.

The jealousy.

Yes, she could admit it to herself but only to herself.

It’s not like she was in love with him or something but that’s just how [Y/N] was. She was jealous.


[Y/N] was in her room in Theo Galavan’s penthouse.

She was listening to her favourite songs and couldn’t help but sing along quietly. She was a good singer.

[Y/N] laid on her bed as she looked at the lipsticks Theo got her. Finally. And they were waterproof, nice.

She picked the bloody red one and stood up to apply it.

Standing before a mirror, with one lip already red she heard a knock.

“Who’s that?”

“It’s me Arnold. Can I come in, [Y/N]?”

“Go ahead.” She finished the other lip and put down the lipstick and turned around to smile at her friend. “Hi, what’s up?”

“You look pretty, [Y/N].” He smiled gently.

She chuckled. “Thanks, Arny.”

They stood in silence. “So..? What’s up?”

“Ah right! Come downstairs, there’s a new member of our gang! And she’s a girl too!”

“What..” She couldn’t finish because of him dragging her out of the room.

What she saw before her was weird. All The Maniax, Tabitha, Theo and unfamiliar girl. In [Y/N]’s opinion she had a face that basically asked to be punched. Hard.

Geez, she didn’t even hear this girl spoke and she already wanted to hurt her. Is that a new record?

“[Y/N], I’m glad you came to join us. Now, with everybody here, I’m happy to introduce a new Maniax member, my niece, Silver.” The girl had a fake smile on her face and looked at Jerome, fluttering eyelashes at him.

‘What. A. Bitch.’

“Silver’s been here before, obviously but she doesn’t know you and which room is whose, so any volunteers to show her around?”

‘No, Jerome. Don’t do it. Just don’t. Please. Let your personality of a showman die, I beg of you.’

“I can do that.”

‘Why??!!!?!?!!?!’

Of course Jerome was grinning but the look on that bitch’s face. So smug… She is going to regret it.

She knew Jerome wasn’t hers but she really wanted to change that! That slut can’t mess it up for her!

[Y/N] was angry at herself because she knew jealousy mirrored on her face. She could tell by Silver’s look. Oh, and Jerome’s because he fucking smirked at her.

“Erm, is that all? ‘Cause I’d like to go to my room now.”

“Yes, Dear, that’s all.”

So she went to her room.

She didn’t want to see this Silver girl walking everywhere with Jerome with his arm wrapped around her. She laid on a bed and watched her favourite cartoon.

‘I wish I could just live in this cartoon and have a happy life with [whoever you want]. I wouldn’t have to be jealous because he/she/it would pay attention only to me!’

She heard a knock and voice outside her door.

“And that’s [Y/N]’s room. I like to call her Puddin’ ‘cause she’s sweet. But careful she’s also dangerous, she wasn’t in Arkham because of nothing, Darling.” Giggling was present.

Ugh. It was such a wonderful speech but he just had to ruin it with that “Darling”

Yup, [Y/N] was still jealous.

“[Y/N], you there? Can we come in?” Another knock.

“If you need to..” She mumbled under her breath.

She heard them come in.

“What do you want?” She didn’t even look at them, still at the screen.

She was mad because she noticed how much Jerome was enjoying it. Her jealousy amused him. And that was the worst thing because secretly she was sensitive. She didn’t show it, but still.

“Oh ya know, just showing this pretty girl around.” Ew, did he really think she’s pretty?

[Y/N]  stood up. “Oh yeah, so, you showed her here, just stay away from this room, okay, bye now.” And she shut the door in their faces.

“What was that?” She heard an annoying voice on the other side of the door.

“I don’t know, she’s probably… tired.”

[Y/N] cried in her pillow in anger.


She didn’t leave her room in a very long time now. She had her own bathroom anyway. She also wasn’t there when they ate. She was too sad, too angry and too jealous to be hungry. She was lying on her stomach, face in a pillow. She didn’t hear a knock and someone coming in because of the music.

“Hey, Doll..” It was Jerome. She didn’t move.

She felt the bed sinking in and a hand on her back. “Baby, don’t be like that.” Like what?!

“Don’t do this to me, [Y/N].. I’m worried.”

I’m doing something to you? Do you even hear yourself?!” She choked out tears. It was hard for her, she was upset.  She raised herself to a sitting position, her face still a little red.

“There, there, doll. No need to cry.” He hugged her, the way her face was in his chest.

“Now, do you mind telling me why you’re so upset?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know it. I see how you’re enjoying it.”

“[Y/N]. Look at me. I had absolutely no idea that it was so serious to you. I’m sorry. I thought we were just teasing each other. You know you’re my favourite. You always will be.” He smiled gently at her and leaned in towards her.

“I am your favourite..? Isn’t Silver prettier?” She looked deep in his honest eyes as she felt a hot breath tickling her face.

“Of course. She may be a stereotype of pretty but you, Honey, are gorgeous. Not only to me. And I love you.” He closed the distance between them.

They broke apart to breathe. “I love you too, Jerome..”

And they kissed again, even more passionately, with a love song playing in the background.

'Till then You're beautiful, and I Just Stare

Okay so @frenchibi   and I talked about this fic like months ago and now I finally wrote it!! HOPE YOU ENJOY THE FLUFFIEST FLUFF OF LIFE!!!

Rating: M (non-explicit sexual content)

Ship: Iwaoi


He tastes like the popcorn, the salt still on his tongue as it presses into Oikawa’s mouth. His hands flatten against and grope Oikawa’s body, pulling at his clothes as they back into the bed, kissing like he wished they always would.

“Are you sure?” Iwaizumi breathes, and Oikawa falls back, looking up at the red tint of Iwaizumi’s cheeks, his shirt already pulled off and he can’t find any reason in his head to say no, so he nods.

When Iwaizumi smiles Oikawa wonders if he knows how bright it is, how light his head feels looking at it and when he kisses his chest he hopes Iwaizumi can’t feel the butterflies fluttering where his heart should be. He giggles, letting a butterfly escape and Iwaizumi looks up, paused.

Oikawa just stares at him, his cheeks progressively getting hotter as Iwaizumi smiles. He kneads his thumb into Oikawa’s ribs and watches as Oikawa squirms, laughter bubbling out in strained gasps. His chest feels as though it might pop and he struggles to find air. Even when he stops the giggles keep coming and Oikawa can’t stop smiling.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-” he gasps and Iwaizumi just smiles and shakes his head rolling off of him onto the bed.

“Noooo- don’t stop-” Oikawa whines, and he turns on his side, looking at Iwaizumi in the dim lamp light, the white sheets making his eyes even brighter.

“Well if you don’t stop giggling-”

Oikawa sits up, sliding over into Iwaizumi’s lap and sliding his palms up his chest.

“Take me-” Oikawa teases, biting his lip and pressing close.

“Please,”

Iwaizumi kisses him softly, running his fingers through Oikawa’s hair, and feels his lips turn up in a smile when he rolls him flat again on the bed. He chases after him into the center of the bed, trailing kisses up his stomach and chest. He unbuttons Oikawa’s jeans and tries to strip them to the floor, but his ankles get caught in the folds and tangle his feet. Oikawa laughs, and Iwaizumi groans having to pull away to fix it, their burning chests growing hotter with embarrassed laughter.   

They pull everything apart, from their clothes to the very fabric of their hearts, pressing closer and closer until they can’t feel any space between. The dim light falls gently into the night, and Iwaizumi kisses Oikawa in every spot and on every part until nothing and no one but each other fill their minds. Until dawn breaks the black sky, and they fall asleep in each other’s arms too tired to even say goodnight.


Oikawa wiggles his toes in the morning. When he wakes up to the soft light drenching the white bed in warmth, he wiggles his toes and moves slowly. He rubs his eyes and feels the tension in his bones release, waking up alone among the pillows.

“Hajime?” He sits up and looks for him and the moment he does Iwaizumi walks through the doorway. His smile brightens when Iwaizumi sees him and the soft sound of his steps coming closer make Oikawa’s cheeks burn pink. He crawls between the sheets to Oikawa, capturing his lips and cupping his cheeks. Oikawa clutches the blankets and tries not to giggle, the butterflies in his chest dancing again until Iwaizumi yanks the white sheet over them. Oikawa falls back onto the pillows and Iwaizumi’s follows, limiting their world to just the two of them.

He opens his eyes to Iwaizumi hovering over him, biting his lip and breathing in the hot air trapped between them.

“Morning-” He whispers and Oikawa can only smile, letting his cheeks push close his eyes as his face numbs with joy and Iwaizumi sits back on his lap.

His hands are warm when they grace the curves of Oikawa’s body in the faded light. Iwaizumi brushes his thumb over Oikawa’s navel pressing in a little and making him squirm and giggle, then plays his ribs like piano keys and watches him sing.

“Oh does that tickle?” Iwaizumi says and Oikawa can’t speak the words, his breath so scarce in his lungs he can barely even breath.

“Iwa-” He gasps, and Iwaizumi keeps laughing.

He turns from side to side and pushes at Iwaizumi’s hands until he just gives in and covers his face, laughing in their small space and Iwaizumi stops letting Oikawa catch his breath.

His laughs are smaller when they kiss again, and Iwaizumi trails his lips across his cheek to his lips, pressing deeply into them and making Oikawa’s heart stutter.

“Keep your eyes closed-” He whispers against Oikawa’s lips, and he pauses, holding his breath before nodding and then feeling the aftertaste of Iwaizumi pressed against him when he leaves.

He scrunches his nose at the bright light when Iwaizumi lifts the sheet away but keeps his lids closed. He tries to figure out Iwaizumi’s movements by the sounds around him, by the feeling of the bed dipping farther down and then the kiss of something light landing on his head.

“Okay- open your eyes…” Iwaizumi crawls close again, watching Oikawa’s eyes float open and look up into the air.

In the waves of the morning light dance small white feathers, drifting down onto Oikawa, scattering across the bed like snow. Iwaizumi throws more into the air, holding his ripped pillow to his chest and watching Oikawa’s eyes. Their brown irises shake with excitement, and his lips part for a breathy laugh and a smile.

“What- why… Iwa?” Oikawa just shakes his head, feathers falling from his hair and into his lap. He picks one up and twirls it between his fingers, looking all around him at the falling white down. When the feathers have stopped falling and rest around them on the bed Iwaizumi settles closer to Oikawa.

“Hajime…” Oikawa can’t seem to say anything else, his heart overwhelmed and swollen with a warmth like the sun. Iwaizumi slides down on his side, propping himself up on his elbow and staring as Oikawa throws the feathers in the air, his smile so wide it almost hurts.

“Do you remember the first rated R movie we ever watched?” Iwaizumi asks.

Oikawa tries to remember, but he can’t think of it so he shakes his head and lays back next to Iwaizumi.

“We were like 14- and we stole it from your mom’s room. It was some old cliche love story with a lot of cursing and a sex scene.” He chuckles,

“But in the morning after they had sex, the woman woke up in the bed covered with feathers, they were flying everywhere and it ended with her being perfectly happy.”

Oikawa can’t seem to stop blushing as Iwaizumi talks, the mention of sex clicking in his head, his body feeling warm all over and his heart remembering again too. He turns over onto his stomach hugging his pillow closer to hold onto the feeling.   

“Well, when the movie was over you got up and said that’s how you wanted to wake up- after your first time you wanted to wake up and watch feathers fall from the sky and just lay around and cuddle with the person you loved until the sun went down.”

Oikawa tries so hard to remember that moment, and he can feel it, he can feel the reality the thought of it all but he can’t picture it.

“Hajime, why do you remember that?” Oikawa’s lips break into a grin as he presses his face into his pillow then looks over his shoulder at Iwaizumi. 

“I’ve been planning on being that person ever since-” His voice is soft through his smile, and he picks up a feather and runs it across Oikawa’s butt, the sheets kicked down to their legs, and up his back following it with his eyes until they meet Oikawa’s again.

“I wanted to give you that perfect moment- that perfect first time.” He whispers and lets his fingers reach out for a strand of Oikawa’s hair. He just stares for a moment, charting the stars in Oikawa’s eyes, and memorizing the curve of his back as he’s spread out naked on the bed. He leans forward, pressing his lips to Oikawa’s shoulder and breathing in his scent.

“I love you,” He says, and Oikawa’s heart sinks, his smile still wide at everything the morning has brought, at the memory of the night before and he feels giddy. 

“I love you too,” He whispers and his smiles grows bigger, their foreheads pressing to each other and their noses bumping. His insides are restless and tight, his toes curling and his smile growing; he can’t control his rapture, the realization of everything warming him from the inside out.

“We had sex…” his eyes are wide as he giggles. It sounds so childish but his heart feels that way too- like it’s filled with air and laughter and so much joy it’s going to pop and he can only smile through it. 

“Mmmhmm-”  

Iwaizumi nods at him, and Oikawa rubs his face into the pillow making Iwaizumi laugh. He watches his giddy wiggling, and his expressions as he laughs, picking up a handful of feathers and sprinkling them over him. When he’s calmed down and just stares at him Iwaizumi leans closer and presses his lips to Oikawa’s melting forward into him.

“I love you,” He whispers and Iwaizumi slips his tongue out, pulling their bodies closer and letting their hearts beat erratically; pressed together as close as they can be.   

Not Your Typical Frat Boy 3

Frat boy!Chris Evans x Reader

You and Chris have been friends with benefits for awhile. You’d like to officially make things exclusive and you’re hopeful he feels the same way.

Contains harsh language, smut, drinking

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