stop ruining my life with your smiles

Blurred Vision

Lance usually loved picture day, as a self proclaimed pretty boy it really was his time to shine.
That would be if he hadn’t of loses his contacts that morning and the only glasses he had were a pair of thick black wide frames that made him look like someone dressing up as a dork for Halloween.
He never used to mind wearing glasses, but after he started high school, other people latched onto somthing to tease him about and well… there’s only so many times you can come back and find bi-eyes written across your locker before enough enough.

Lance had hoped to never have to go to school wearing his glasses again, however since he was legally blind without them he didn’t really have much choice.

“McClain!” Iverson Lance’s hated home room teacher yelled as Lance slipped into the class room “your late!”
“Yeah I had to-”
“No excuses! March to the principles office and hand over those joke glasses this instant!”
Before Lance could protest Iverson had grabbed his glasses and shoved him into the hallway locking the door behind him.
Lance half wanted to just hammer on the door until he was let back in but he was already on thin ice with Iverson… he didn’t need an excuse to be expelled.
Lance sighed as he squinted trying to see to no avail.
“Ok… come on Lancy Lance, you’ve walked down this hallway a million times, you could do it blind folded.” He mumbled to himself as he slowly made his way down the hall.
For a little while everything was going fine, Lance even held his head up high thinking he could do this!
That was until he walked right into someone sending whoever they were flying and Lance stumbling back.
Lance cringed he knew that voice.
It belonged to the scary smart Pidge.
They had joined the school a couple months ago and already had a reputation for ruining the lives of anyone that crossed them.
And Lance had just judging from the blurred pieces on the floor, that their precious computer had been broken.
“Oh… man I’m so sorry.”
“You will be!” Pidge yelled standing up and poking Lance in the chest.
“You think you can purposely bump into me and get away with it!”
Oh no they thought it was on purpose!
“H-hang on a second! It was an accident!”
“Please, you were looking right at me!”
Lance felt his heat beat speed up and he took a couple steps back.
“I didn’t see you I swear!”
“Yeah sure you didn’t! I know your type, pretty rich boy who’s had everything handed to him on a silver platter! Well I won’t let you push me around!” Pidge sounded so angry but also a note of pain to their voice…
Had they been bullied too in the past?
“I really didn’t see you!” Lance tried but he doubted they believed him.
He was finding it hard to breath as the familiar sensation of a panic attack came on.
He had to get out of here.
Lance spin on his heals and started to run, he couldn’t see where he was going but at the time he didn’t care.
Lance turned his head in the direction of Pidge’s voice as his feet slipped out from under him and the last thing he rembered was staring up at the blurry ceiling and cursing himself for forgetting about the stairs, before suddenly their was pain… then nothing.

Lance woke up to someone slipping something into his face.
He couldn’t figure out what it was, his whole body felt heavy and like his mind was disconnected from his body.
Lance forced his eyes open only to wince at the intense light above him.
The first thing he noticed was that he wasn’t looking at his bedroom ceiling, also that he could actually see.
Suddenly as Lance tried to move an intense pain throbbing throughout his whole body became known.
He groaned but continued to try and sit up.
“Your awake!”
Lance made a small noise of pain as he moved to look at Pidge a little surprised to see them sitting at the edge of his bed looking worried.
“Y-yeah… what happened?” He asked rubbing his head only to find it bandaged.
“You… you fell down two flights of stairs. Got a pretty bad concussion and maybe a broken rib or two. An ambulance is on its way.” Pidge looked down looking at their hands.
Lance couldn’t understand why he could see then he realised someone must of gotten his glasses…
Was it Pidge.
“I’m sorry.” Lance smiled as he sat up in the bed wincing at the protest from his ribs.
“What! Why?” Pidge asked.
“Broke your computer.” Lance shrugged.
When did he get so tired?
Pidge sighed running a hand through her short messy hair “it wasn’t your fault… I checked out your prescription. Man it’s no wonder you bumped into me. Your like super blind.”
Lance cringed “yeah… still sorry though. Please don’t… don’t hack in and use ‘puter powers to ruin my life.” Lance slurred finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes open.
“Hu?… oh that” Pidge chuckled “they wouldn’t stop misgendering even after I told them I’m gender neutral. I only changed their grades back from what they payed me to do.”
“Guess we both misjudged eachother?”
“Guess so.” Lance smiled wondering why the world was getting blurry if he was still wearing his glasses.
Pidge’s voice sounded distant and muffled like he was underwater.
He saw their eyes widen in horror as Lance slumped backwards.
He could see her yelling and a group of people came running in wearing green uniforms pulling a what Lance thought looked like a bed on wheels.
That was a funny thought.
Lance was sure he had only blinked.
But when he opened his eyes again he was lying in a hospital bed with Hunk standing over him.
“Oh thanks god Lance!” Hunk yelled hugging him causing Lance to cry out in pain.
“Ribs buddy, ribs!”
Hunk let go sheepishly “sorry… but when I got a call from your mom that you were sent to hospital I was so worried! Why the hell weren’t you wearing your contacts or glasses!”
Lance shrugged “Ivserson confiscated my glasses and I couldn’t find my contacts this morning.”
A look of anger crossed Hunks usually kind features.
Suddenly a thought came to Lance’s mind.
How did Pidge get his glasses back?
“Oh yeah you had a visitor a while ago. They left you a card.” Hunks easy smile returned as he handed over a folded piece of lined paper acting as a crude card.
Lance opened it and chuckled quietly to himself.

'Dear Lance,
Sorry for scaring you to the point of you trying to fly away, don’t do that again or I will use my hacking powers to ruin your life.
Ps. Don’t worry about Iverson, I tatted him out to Principle Coran. Us four eyes gotta stick together.’

Lance smiled as he placed the card on his bed side table making a mental note to offer to get their computer fixed later on.

Rule #1 - Taeyong x Reader - HighSchool!AU

Requested by: @aesthedick-cheol , sorry for the delay and i hope you and your friend enjoy the request! <3

Word Count: 1381

Trigger Warning: Possibly offensive language, Hints at bullying

Genre: HighSchool!AU, Angst, Semi-fluff

If you wanted a clean reputation at your high school, all you had to do was stay clear of Lee Taeyong.

It was a simple step, the one and only rule to follow.

You still managed to screw that up, but you were not complaining.

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I can't believe this

I can’t believe this is happening… I honestly can’t. I found Super Junior when I was around 11… I loved every single member. Every. Single. One. They were my first K-Pop group… And I still love them. And I have never been so hurt before.

I was already sad since Kyu and Ryeowook wouldn’t be able to be in this come back… I was really hoping Sungmin would get more lines or even Heechul…

You “K-E.L.F” are despicable. Our family is broken up even more now all because Sungmin wanted a happy life. All he did was got married. And I am disgusted that you all would do such things to this man that he has to withdraw from something he was looking forward to. I can’t even begin to process what he’s feeling… I can’t even deal with what I’m feeling…

He has to stop his passion because of you fake, terrible fans. Sungmin is my bias-wrecker. His voice is unique. His dancing is amazing. I love his angry singing face and his beautiful smile. And you all had to ruin it not only for me, but for our boys. Our family.

Our family is broken. All of you that wanted Sungmin out aren’t E.L.F. You aren’t Ever Lasting Friends. If you were, you would have supported your friend in his life.

You broke my heart and I’m so hurt by this… My little family is broken… and I’m so sorry on behalf of all international E.L.F that this happened and our voices weren’t strong enough… if any real E.L.F need a shoulder to cry on or someone to talk to, I’m here…

Home, Sweet Home

Fandom: Supernatural

Word count: 545

Summary: Based on “Imagine being Sam and Dean’s older sister and coming back from Hell.” by @supernaturalimagine


The fire was slowly dying on what was left of the grass yellowed by the long time of drought. The place was being drained of life for many weeks, slowly greying and fading. One could feel the bad energy hunting down the desolated hills if only someone wanted to come. There weren’t many visitors, though. Only those who felt that something was coming. And they were right.

Sam and Dean slowly raised from the ground after they were thrown away by the sudden explosion of an insanely intense power. Crowley and his demons blinked rapidly, taken aback by the kind-of familiar, but very uneasy feeling creeping out from the centre of the outbreak. Something happened, and the apprehension of what it meant united the vicious enemies for a moment that stopped everything around them.

“No… No, no, no…” Crowley murmured when the realization hit him all of the sudden. “This can’t be possible…”

“Crowley, what’s going on…” Sam winced, getting back onto his legs, gazing into the thick fumes slowly vanishing into the night.

“They were supposed to keep her locked!” Crowley suddenly screamed, pure rage clashing in his voice.

But not only rage could be heard in it – and when Sam met the demon’s look for a brief moment, it sent shivers down his spine. Crowley was petrified. And if someone like him feared the thing that crashed right before their eyes…

“What is this, Crowley? What just…” Sam whispered, not tearing his gaze away from the figure slowly emerging from the smoke.

“I’m so, so sorry,” Crowley said with an unusual sincerity. “This should have never happened, I don’t know how…”

But Crowley became silent and the Winchesters didn’t need to ask him anything more. They have seen you, in all of your glory and something deep inside of Dean winced like a long lost memory coming back to life.

You took a deep breath, drinking in the sweet scent of life. Of Earth. It was so fresh, so… innocent. It would be a shame if someone… ruined it.

A very wide smile appeared on your dusty face.

“Hello, my dear brothers,” you welcomed the well-known men. “Long time no see, huh?”

The brothers stayed silent, completely bewildered by your words. This could not be true, they have never even heard of…

Dean felt his heart stopping. Scraps of rough flashbacks flew before his eyes. A night, much darker than this one. His father, and mother… and someone they had to go out for, leaving him alone in a car in the middle of nowhere. How old had he been by then? How could this happen that he had not remembered the lonely, grieving days, when his parents couldn’t utter a single word? They have lost something dear and it was long before little Sammy was even born. They must have denied the accident ever since, and now… Now it all came back.

“Hell was fine, if you wonder,” you stated, raising your chin. “But I don’t think you do. I was watching you all those years, hoping you would make some connections and save me from this whole “eternal damnation” that I had to take because of one deal made wrong, but you… Boys, I’m really disappointed. I mean, I used to be. Now… Now I’m not guided by such pitiful feelings. In fact, I’m better than you will ever be.”

“What do you… What do you mean?” Dean’s voice cracked weakly and you smirked, coming closer to the brothers. To someone who should be your family.

You leaned to him, so close that you smelled the fear floating from his pores.

“I will destroy everything you have ever possessed,” you whispered, letting the darkness take over your eyes. “I will destroy everything I couldn’t be a part of.”

ceremony // richie toizer

a/n: okay so this is a high school au! also i totally recommend checking out the song i mention in the imagine! this is based off someone’s richie high school au dating thing (i would put there @ but uh i can’t remember it)

prom. it was a week away and y/n’s boyfriend, richie, hadn’t asked her yet. all. all her friends had dates except her. too glum to go out, she decided she was just going to learn r.e.m. songs on her guiar and sulk. that still didn’t keep her from wondering why richie didn’t ask her.

richie wasn’t the type to do serious stuff. maybe that’s why? y/n scoffed at the idea. her boyfriend was seriid enough to ask out his girlfriend.

y’n ‘s scoff alerted her mathmatics teacher. the pudgy man aggressively turned towards her desk. droplets of sweat rained down on the first row students. his already red face got even redder. y/n grimaced. this wasn’t going to be good.

“excuse me ms. y/l/n! i am in the middle of a lesson and you decide to make fun of it,” y/n shook her head in protest, but her teacher wasn’t going to let her off the hook. she and richie always interrupted his class which prompted mr. pudgy man to despise y/n and get her in trouble whenever she could. “i hope you know that you are one more detention away from getting suspended! not that you care anyway! your mind is always wrapped around that boy! what’s his name? richard? you know what!? go to the office! i can’t deal wi-“

the loudspeakers crackled- signaling that someone was speaking. mr. pudgy man’s attention left y/n for a second. letting out a sigh of relief, y/n went back to her daydreaming. that was until she heard her best friend, stan, speak. “listen up students of derry high school! i- well richie- has a special announcement to make for the one and only y/n/l/n,” the teacher turned his tomato looking face towards you. it only grew redder; which she thought would’ve been impossible.

ceremony by new wave started blaring at an obnoxiously loud volume. y/n smiled a big hearty smile. this was their song. richie has told her when they get married this was their ‘first dance’ song. richie wasn’t lying. it actually was.

the volume had decreased a ton when y/n heard richies voice over the intercom. “dear y/n, i bet you thought i didn’t have the balls to ask you to prom- wait shit i spoiled it. ah damn, oh well. anyway-“ multiple bangs were heard. “HEY STOP POUNDING ON THE DOOR YOU OLD LADY! I’M TRYING TO BE ROMANTIC AND SHIT AND YOU’RE JUST RUINING IT!” richie shouted at the apperant ‘old lady’ as richie described her. the smile on y/n ‘s face never seized. it only grew.

“LIKE I WAS SAYING,” richie cleared his throat which cued giggles from the entire class. “i love you y/n. i think everyone knows that by now. so, my sweet-sugar-honey-muffin,” more giggles erupted around the class. he sure knew how to embarrass you; that didn’t stop you from joining in on the giggles too. “would you like to go to prom with me? the most handsomest man you’ve ever seen in your life?” you shot out of your desk and ran for the door. mr. pudgy man rolled his eyes at your dramatic exit. you didn’t care. all you cared about right now was richie. all you needed was richie. you made a hard right down the empty hall and reached the av room. the old woman who was banging on the door earlier seemed to have left. y/n ripped open the door. before she could even say anything richie slammed his mouth onto hers. the kiss was cute and full of untapped love. stan coughed, which made the couple separate. both of their faces were red and they were out of breath.

“i never got an answer,” richie whispered. you kissed him again in response.

“yes. hell yes.”


This is just a cute little thing I felt like writing to try and fight off the mad case of writer’s block I’ve had recently. Enjoy!


“When did you realize you had feelings for me?”

The question came out of the blue, catching you off guard as you lay in bed next to Spencer. You had both been laying in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying the sound of each other’s breathing. In all honeslty, you had been half asleep, but at the sound of Spencer’s random question you woke up again. You smiled as you thought about it, the exact moment popping into your head immediately.

“Well,” you started, “it was like the fifth case we worked together. The guy in Miami who drowned his victims. I didn’t know you that well then, but Hotch sent us to the beach together to go over the crime scene. We walked out onto the dock to get a better view, but it was slippery because of the rain, and I lost my balance. I tripped and almost fell off the dock, but you reached out and grabbed my arm and steadied me. And there was this moment, where you were still holding onto my arm and we were looking into each other eye’s and after a minute, you cleared your throat and you said, ‘Did you know that, statistically speaking, you’re more likely to die from tripping than you are from a shark attack?’” You couldn’t help but smile as you told the story, remembering the warmth that spread in your heart at that moment. It was the same feeling you got now when you looked at Spencer, whether he was spouting off a statistic or just laying in bed next to you. As cheesy as it may sound, from that moment until now, and for the rest of your life, Spencer had your heart, and you were happy to give it to him.

“I remember that,” Spencer said,“ I was more nervous than I’ve ever been in my entire life.”

“Well, when did you know that you had feelings for me?” You asked, placing your head on Spencer’s chest.

“Right after I said that thing about tripping and shark attacks, when I thought I’d said probably the dorkiest thing ever and ruined it. You stopped for a minute and you were silent, which was terrifying, and then you just started laughing. It was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard, and I realized then that I wanted to hear that laugh for the rest of my life, because every time I hear that laugh, every time I see your smile, every time I look into your eyes, I fall more and more in love with you.”

You turned to Spencer, sitting up on your elbow so you could look him in his eyes, wondering how you were lucky enough to be where you were, with the person you loved most in the world. You leaned down to kiss him, your lips meeting, and you melted into him. While you didn’t know how you managed to get here, you realized that, as that familiar warmth spread from your heart to every inch of your body, you were just beyond thankful that you were.

Imagine spending Sebastian’s birthday with him.

A/N: I don’t know where you are, but in Australia it’s Sebastian Stan’s birthday so here’s a little Seb based fic. I know I don’t write many of these ‘cause well, I’m in-love with Chris. But for those who prefer Seb, this one’s for you. ❤️ 

Today was one of those beautiful days in New York Sebastian always talked about when he was asked about his city. The weather was stupendous, it was almost as though the universe had parceled it out to him as a birthday present. 8:00AM had him waiting outside your apartment building, observing each passerby with great sonder. The thought had was all these people passing him had lives as vivid and complex as his, perhaps they had a birthday to celebrate with their best friend too. He couldn’t tell; no two lives were the same. You were meant to pick Sebastian up at his, but he couldn’t wait. The two of you had plans to spend the day together before his birthday party tonight with the rest of your mutual friends. His boys already had him with a pre-celebration at The Surf Lodge, so now it was your turn. If Sebastian was being honest with himself, he’d rather the whole twenty-four hours with just the girl he loved.

You’d been friends with Sebastian since college. The two of you were so close that if he weren’t out of the state filming, you made sure to see each other at least once a day. It didn’t even have to be an official plan, you could come home and see him waiting on your couch. You had one of those relationships where it wouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone if the two of you got together, but it also wouldn’t if you simply remained friends. There was no fear of risking your friendship preventing you from being together, you were just content with what you had going. It wasn’t like you hadn’t discussed it before, or shared a drunken kiss or two. It was hard to define the kind of love you carried for each other. It was a mix of many; the lines were always blurred. The two of you could be radically happy as a couple, yet if you saw him with another girl- you’d just be happy for him. It was the same if he saw you with another guy because unadulterated happiness was what you wanted for the other, it didn’t matter how it was achieved.

But Sebastian was starting to question the methods, wondering if he was being bereft of a great life with you. He was turning thirty-five, he was getting to an age his mother was starting to worry about. Out of everything he’d accomplished in his thirty-five years, marriage and kids were yet to be conquered. She wanted that for him like every mother wanted it for her child, and she wanted it more whenever he saw him with you. She may have respected your decisions as adults not to pursue a relationship with increasingly high success rates, but she didn’t understand it. If she were either of you and she knew the person standing before her was easily the one she could spend the rest of her life with, she’d sweep that opportunity off its feet the second it became available. She forced that idea on Sebastian at dinner last night, promising him that “one day, she’s going to be with another guy and you’re not going to be okay with it.”

“Sebastian Stan,” he heard you call his name and he turned; the smile was on his face even before he saw yours. “What are you doing here?” You chuckled. “I’m meant to go pick you up, it’s your birthday.” He shrugged, pulling you in for a hug. “Happy birthday, old man.” Your arms wrapped around his torso tightly. Time stood still for the both of you and a comfortable silence ensued. You both smiled because nothing compared to the feeling of being held by each other. You, too, were starting to question if being just friends was enough for you anymore.

“You realize you’re only a year younger than me, right?”

“Mm hm,” you nodded, pulling away. “And don’t you forget it,” you held out his present for him and he took it, releasing a soft laugh when you said, “old man.” He held the small box in his hand, turning it left and right as he admired the wrapping. “You can open it now if you want,” you informed him when you saw his empty wrist. “It’s nothing fancy,” you bit back your smile when you said that.

“You always say that when you get me something fancy,” he chuckled, gently tearing into the paper. You suppressed your urge to laugh when he said that, he simply knew you too well. “Holy shit,” he cussed when he saw the packaging. “Are you out of your mind?” He scrunched the wrapping paper and tucked the ball under his arm, opening the Audemars Piguet box to reveal a beautiful watch: a Jules Audemars Tourbillion silver dial watch. “Why did you spend so much money on me?”

“It wasn’t that much,” you shrugged nonchalantly as you walked off in the direction of the café the two of you were planning to have breakfast at. Sebastian followed after you, closing the box. He wasn’t an idiot, that was a very expensive watch. So much so he felt the need to cover it with the wrapping paper so no one could see what it was. He wasn’t afraid you’d broken your bank, it was hard for a successful owner of a big publishing company to do that. He just found the gift unnecessary considering he was happy with your presence as a gift. “If you’re going to whine about the gift all day, I’m turning around and going home.”

“Trust me I’m very aware of what you’d do if I whine about my gift.” You’d left him on his birthday before, but he’d bugged you too much. You came back with cake, but he stopped whining after that incident. He hurried after you, joining your side. “Can I just say one thing?” He asked.

“Depends,” you glanced at him, slipping your hand into his. “Is that one thing ‘thank you, I love my new watch’?” You raised a brow then smiled when he laughed. “If that is so, no need.” You told him and he sighed, squeezing your hand. “Are you going to just carry it in the box, or are you going to put the watch on?”

“Can I put it in your bag first so we don’t get robbed in broad daylight?”

“God, you’re so dramatic,” you laughed, taking your hand out of his to hold open your bag for him to put his gift in. “No wonder you became an actor, I can’t imagine you doing anything else.” He rolled his eyes, flashing his teeth when he smiled. “Can you promise me you’ll wear it?”

“Of course I’ll wear it, darling,” he gently pinched your chin. “It’s a beautiful watch and I am very grateful you got it for me.” You smiled, letting him take your hand as the two of you continued down the street. “So can we sidetrack my birthday for a second and talk about yours, ‘cause for the first time in sixteen years I actually don’t know what’s happening. Are you having a party, are you-” You laughed at his confusion, and he chuckled, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you shrugged.

“You love birthdays and you’re telling me you’ve got nothing planned?” He asked and you nodded. “No,” he shook his head, discounting anything you’ve told him. “I don’t believe you. You always do something for your birthday, big or small- I have never seen you do nothing for it, so let me know so I can accommodate whatever it is you have planned.”

“I have nothing planned, Seb,” you assured him. “I’m not lying. It’s on a Friday so I’m going to work. I have no plans, other than you. I am definitely going to go see you because- well, it’ll just be sad if I don’t see anyone I love on my birthday.” He eyed you suspiciously and you laughed. “I’m not lying!”

“Okay, even if you don’t have a party planned- I am not letting you spend your birthday working, you are going to take the day off because you can as the CEO.” You shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with his statement. “We’re going to spend the day like tourists, visiting all the hotspots in New York like we did when we were younger. Okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded.

The comfortable silence returned as you and Sebastian continued to walk, then he suddenly stopped and moved in front of you. You looked at him with furrowed brows then felt your facials softened when he said, “how would you feel if I told you I loved you?”

“Depends if this is a confession,” you answered. “I feel like you’re quoting Ed Sheeran and I um- I don’t really know how to process that.” He chuckled, shaking his head in utter disbelief that he’d waited this long to decide you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. “This feels like a weird conversation to have on the side of the street.”

“I know, but I had dinner with my mom yesterday and she told me that one day I’m going to see you with another guy and I won’t be okay with it.” He told you. “I went home and I couldn’t sleep because of that, the idea of you with someone else. And it’s insane because- all I want is for you to be happy, be it with me or without me. Then I realized I was in-love with you and suddenly all that time I spent just being your friend became absurd to me.” He stopped rambling when he realized you hadn’t said anything. “Am I ruining this by telling you that?”

“No, of course not,” you shook your head. “Seb-” you chuckled, feeling your smile reach your eyes. Your mind was cloyed, it felt like felicity hearing him admit that. It didn’t occur to you how much you wanted him to admit that until that very moment. “I’m in-love with you too.” His smile tenfold. “I can’t believe it took us sixteen years to get here, but- I am. I can’t imagine my life without you in it, and I can’t imagine having to spend the rest of it seeing you with someone else. So yeah,” you felt your eyes water, “I’m in-love with you too.”

“Let it be known,” he began as he pulled you into him, a hand on your waist and the other gently caressing your face. “That my thirty-fifth birthday is officially,” he dipped his head and lowered his voice into a soft whisper, “the best,” he inched closer to your lips, “birthday,” he smiled, “ever.” You chuckled then met his lips a passionate kiss.

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twenty one

request: Please can you write a piece where Harry forgets y/ns birthday? But she tries not to show she’s upset with a happy ending? Xx

no warnings! pure fluff ahead

It was my twenty first birthday. Harry hadn’t mentioned he had any plans for my birthday, but I assumed it was because he was trying to surprise me. I was pretty attuned to what he was doing at all times so if he had even mentioned anything about my birthday I would have figured out in seconds what he was planning. He couldn’t keep a secret from me if his life depended on it.

I woke up on my birthday to an empty bed, which was slightly confusing as I was sure Harry had been in it last night. I rolled over to his side and found a paper on his pillow.

In the studio today. See you later tonight, love you. -H.

I frowned at the note. He was really going to spend my birthday in the studio? Had he forgotten? How could he forget? It was January 26th, just under a week away from his own birthday. There was no way, no way, he could possibly forget my birthday. Maybe he left a present in the kitchen?

I yawned and pulled myself out of bed, padding down the hallway. I searched the kitchen high and low, the living room, I even checked Harry’s closet in our room to see if he was trying to hide it. Nothing. I frowned and bit my cheek. He could have it with him? Not that the present was the point, I just wanted some indication that he hadn’t forgotten my birthday.

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One Foot Out of the Grave (Part 4)

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Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, discussion of death

Words: 1,391

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Cheryl x reader

request: A Cheryl x reader imagine based off the song Impossible by James Arthur.

written by Jasmine

I remember years ago, someone told me I should take caution when it comes to love.

You couldn’t remember a time when you weren’t infatuated with Cheryl Blossom. She was all you talked about, all you thought about, and you were the happiest when the two of you started dating. She meant everything to you.

Everything you had learnt about love had gone out the window when Cheryl ended up cheating on you.

You tried so hard to hold on, and you gave it everything you had. By the time she was gone, you were empty.

You were strong, and I was not.

You watched as Cheryl flirted with a few boys that were gathered around her. The pain that you had just stopped feeling returned for a few moments, and you had to lean against the wall to prevent yourself from falling to the ground.

“What’s wrong?” You heard from behind you, but you recognized the voice as Veronica.

You shrugged, gazing towards Cheryl once again.

“Wow, she moves on quickly,” She acknowledged, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s like I meant nothing to her,” You whispered. Veronica sighed, leading you away from the scene in front of you.

You have gone, and so effortlessly, you have won, you can go ahead, tell them.

You couldn’t count how many people had asked you about Cheryl. You had overheard her answer, telling them that she had just fallen out of love.

You groaned when you saw the sign for the upcoming prom, everything there reminding you of Cheryl. You had planned to ask her to prom only a few weeks after you started dating, and you could just imagine how beautiful she would’ve looked at your side.

You moved as you heard people gather behind you, and you caught Cheryl’s gaze for a moment as you turned around. Your cheeks burned, and you looked away again.

“Who are you going to ask, Cheryl?” Ginger asked her. “Now that you’re single.”

You bit your lip, slowly walking down the hall.

“I’m not too sure, I might just enjoy being single for awhile,” She answered. “Since my last relationship was such a bust.”

Everyone around her laughed, making you feel as though someone was sitting on your chest. You picked up the pace, sprinting out of the school.

Broken trust and broken hearts.

With prom now just around the corner, you had accepted the fact that you weren’t going. You hadn’t bothered to ask anyone, and no one had bothered to ask you. Not that you would’ve said yes anyway.

You were sat outside, watching the other students bustle around you. You tried your hardest not to look at the redhead only a few metres away, talking to all her friends about how fantastic prom will be.

“(y/n)?” Someone asked, making you turn around. You saw Valerie, making you smile.

“Oh, hey, Val,” You greeted. “What’s up?”

She moved nervously, wringing out her hands and taking a deep breath.

“Uhm, I was wondering,” She paused. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to prom with me?”

You stopped, not being able to form an answer. Everything about Cheryl rose inside you, almost like a fire. You shook your head, standing up.

“Why? So you can ruin my life and break my heart?” You spat, unsure of why you were doing this.

Valerie stepped back. “I, no, of course not!”

“Oh yeah, sure!” You exclaimed. “You’re probably just like her.”

Valerie shook her head, not knowing what to do. All eyes were on you, even Cheryl’s.

“You’ll probably just hurt me, just like Cheryl!” You cried, tears streaming down your face.

“I would never-”

You threw your hands up, cutting her off. You stormed off, heaving with anger.

“What the hell was that?” Cheryl called after you, grabbing your wrist to stop you.

“Don’t, Cheryl,” You pleaded. “Not now, not ever.”

“We need to talk about this,” She acknowledged. “I wasn’t aware I hurt you so badly.”

You scoffed. “You killed me.”

Her face dropped, and she let go of your wrist. After a few moments of silence, you spoke up.

“You don’t need to try to fix it.”

You continued off, leaving her with her thoughts.

Tell them I was happy.
And my heart is broken.
Tell them what I hoped would be impossible.

anonymous asked:

“Get behind me, I’ll deal with this.” With Ian pretty please?

Look, I had to do this one I was too excited. This is legit my first Ian ask and I can’t help that I squealed like a little girl when we received this. So thank you so much for the ask, and I’m gonna give you all the feels. c; Also this is gender neutral for either sex because I know Ian is gay, but as a straight female I would date Ian tbh. cx


You walked into the Kash and Grab, not specifically to see your boyfriend, but to also grab a few things for yourself. You couldn’t help the smile on your face when you saw Ian working on putting things on the shelves. Surprisingly, exactly where you needed to go.

You slowly walk over to him before snatching the bag of chips he was trying to put up. He quickly turned, his mouth open to protest until he saw your face. A big smile lights up his face and he leans in, kissing you softly. You can’t help the butterflies that leap in your stomach. Ian hadn’t publicly kissed you like that before.

“Hey. Why are you here?” He wraps his arm around you as he keeps doing his job. You can’t help but love that he was still working even while being adorable as fuck with you.

“I needed some stuff for the hou-”

“Are you serious?” You and Ian both look over at Kash behind the register at the same time. He had a deep frown on his face as he moved away from it. He started walking towards you but stopped once you found your place in front of your boyfriend. “You’re gonna bring (Y/N) around now?”

“How about you fuck off, Kash?! I can go where I want to,” you say protectively. You didn’t want anyone, let alone Kash, judge you for dating who you wanted. You didn’t care about what went on between them, he had no right to sit there and judge you.

Ian quickly pushes past you, getting closer to Kash, “Get behind me, I’ll deal with this.” You could see the tears in Ian’s eyes as he looked at Kash. You knew their background, but you also knew that Ian loved you. “You can’t do that, Kash. You know why I stopped fucking around with you. And I’m sorry that you’re still stuck up my ass about it.”

“That’s not my problem,” the anger in Kash’s voice was harsh, “My problem is that you let your little ‘toy’ in here and parade around while kissing and hugging. You know how I felt and now you’re rubbing your shit in my face.”

“Ian-” He squeezes your hand, making sure you didn’t have to butt in. He knew Kash would end you if you spoke up. I mean, he already shot Mickey once.

“I’m sorry, but I love (Y/N). I don’t give a shit how you feel anymore. You betrayed me, and now I’m trying to live my life without you holding me down. I like to work here, don’t ruin that for me. I love seeing (Y/N), and I don’t care if you don’t. So stop insulting my (girlfriend/boyfriend) and get on with your life, Kash.”

He turns and slaps down a towel, quickly pulling you towards the door, “Tell your wife I left early.” With that, the both of you leave Ian’s work to do whatever the hell you wanted to.

You can’t help but tear up at him, “I love you so much, Ian.” He smiles down at you, his eyes and his actions only seconds ago spoke lengths that he didn’t even have to say anything.

How the hell did you get so lucky with him?

You Caught Me Dancin'...

-You’re Tony Starks daughter, dating Peter Parker. He’s coming over to hang out, and your cleaning your room while listening to your new favorite album ‘reputation’ with your earbuds in. Peter comes over earlier than you thought and catches you making a fool of yourself. Super Fluffy!

Song Inspo: Gorgeous by Taylor Swift

Pairing: Peter x Reader; Tony Stark x daughter!reader

“Just text me when you’re on your way.” You say, smiling into your phone. Walking into your bedroom you throw your bag down near your door, cradling your phone between your ear and shoulder.

“Sure thing, it doesn’t look like too much else is happening tonight. Maybe another hour or so I’ll head your way.” Peter says in your ear. You imagine where he’s at right now as your talking to him. He’s probably siting on top of a building, surveying the city in the way only a friendly neighborhood Spiderman can.

“Kay, bye…” You say softly, not really wanting to end the phone call. Even though you’ll see him soon. You think you detect the same feelings in Peters voice as he tells you bye and you hang up the phone with a goofy grin on your face.

The two of you have been dating for a few months now, and you’ve never been happier. You love how he still gives you the butterflies whenever you talk to one another and how you can’t wait to see him later.

Though looking around your room you’re embarrassed at how messy it is. It’s not dirty, no trash or dust bunnies hiding in corners, but there’s clothes covering almost every surface. You had a hard time choosing an outfit this morning and your room definitely looks like a war zone.

So you quickly change out of your jeans and top, into something comfier. Your favorite plain black yoga pants and grey loose midriff baring tank top. To prepare for the major clean-fest that’s about to happen you plug your earbuds into your phone and start your new favorite album.

You let the pop beats blare in your ears as you jump around your room, putting away your clothes. You might be pretty smart, but a dancer you are not. Not that you’re planning a dance career anyway. But you enjoy the feeling of letting yourself free to move however your body wants to.

You’ve listened to the whole album all the way through almost twice now, and your room is practically spotless. You’ve been so focused on cleaning that you didn’t feel your phone vibrate in the armband on your arm, and the music is so loud you don’t hear or see your door open as your putting away some tops back into your closet.

“Whiskey on ice, sunset and vine You’ve ruined my life by not-” Your slightly off key singing is interrupted as you jump probably a foot into the air as you feel someone’s hands on your shoulders. Spinning around you’re face to face with your boyfriend with a goofy smile playing on his lips.

“Don’t stop on my account Y/N.” Peter says. You can tell it takes obvious effort to not laugh at you.

“Peter!” You feel your heart slowly start to slow down as your face starts turning a light shade of pink. “H-how long have you been watching me….” You ask sheepishly as Peter wraps his arms around your shoulders and you hide your face in his chest, covering your face with your hands. The two of you can barely hear the music continuing on your earbuds that are wrapped around your neck.

“Long enough.” He laughs softly, his chest shaking slightly from the motion. You feel Peters lips touch the top of your head.

You pull away, making a face at your boyfriend as you start taking off the armband and unplugging your earbuds. Turning on the Bluetooth on your phone you turn to Peter with a goofy smile playing on your lips. The music starts playing throughout your room.

“You’re so gorgeous!” You sing loudly, gesturing wildly to Peter. Hes looking at you like your crazy as you take his hands and continue a light interpretation of dancing, which is a lot of arm movements, light jumping and spinning. Peter plays along, laughing slightly embarrassed, realizing you probably mean the words you’re saying. “I can’t say anything to your face! Cause look at your face! And I’m so furious, at you for making me feel this way. But what can I say? You’re gorgeous!”

The two of you continue the rest of the song being complete dorks. As the song ends Peter has picked you up and starts spinning around in circles with you over his shoulder. You can’t stop yourself from laughing as the two of you fall in your bed.

The two of you situate yourselves between laughs so Peter is resting above you, his forearms on either side of your head propping up his weight. You pick your head up slightly and kiss him deeply. Nothing to intense but definitely more than a light peck.

“Y/N… Door stays open.” Your dad says In an unamused tone from your doorway, pushing it all the way open. Peter jumps off you, landing lightly on the other side of your room.

“Sorry Mr. Stark!” Peter says in a panic as your dad walks away without another word while you collapse in another round of giggles against your pillows.


AN: My first attempt at a character x reader type of story. I’ve role played before, and I’ve written fa fiction but this is a new type of writing for me.

Imagine Livestreaming with Castiel


Warning: an immense amount of cheese. seriously.


You pressed the livestream button and walked up to Cas, putting the phone camera in his face.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his brows furrowed in confusion but his mouth quirked up in a tiny smile.

“I’m showing my followers how cute my boyfriend is,” you replied with a grin.

Cas smiled in response, a tiny blush tinting his cheeks. “Y/N, I thought we established that you are the cute one in this relationship.”

You fake scoffed, putting a hand to your chest. “We did no such thing. Everyone knows you’re the cutest Angel in the garrison.”

Cas’ grin widened as he shyly looked down at his shoes, his hands in his pockets. “I still think you’re cuter.”

Your stomach did somersaults as you waltzed up to him and kissed him, putting the camera on the two of you. “Well, you’ve seen it with your own two eyes, folks. I have the cutest, sweetest boyfriend in the world. Thanks for tuning in.” And with that, you stopped livestreaming and instead wrapped your arms around Cas’ neck, grinning as he nuzzled your nose with his.

“You are a very strange human,” he teased, smiling down at you. “But I love you.”

You snorted. “I love you too, Angel.”

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TRAITOR || Draco Malfoy

request; the reader is interested in Draco but doesn’t like how much of an ass he is to everyone so he tries to change that;)

draco malfoy x hufflepuff reader


Originally posted by daisiesanddraco

“Move, you mud-blood” a certain boy spat in the most disgusted voice you could ever hear. That certain boy was called Draco Malfoy.

A soft sigh escaped my mouth as I shifted in my seat trying to ignore my quiet annoyed expression. It has been like this ever since the first year and we were now in our fourth year. Although as the years went by, it seemed like Draco never changed.

Unfortunately, I somehow managed to catch feelings for this Slytherin boy. Who got my head spinning every time I would look his way.But I knew that a Hufflepuff like me, could never date someone like him; he is an arrogant, stuck up prick but a very handsome prick. Y/N stop it!

His handsome features and his exquisite eyes, I could speak about those eyes all day long and don’t get me started on his lips; those plump pink lips that I would love to attach my own too and give so much passion too.In reality, I knew this wouldn’t happen, his too snobby and mean to people; especially to people who are Muggle-borns or aren’t in Slytherin. Unlike him, his was a proud pureblood Slytherin and all he cared was about himself.

I couldn’t date someone who would bully my friend just because of their blood type.My thoughts were shortly cut when I felt someone sitting next to me. I turned my head to catch the eyes of the devil himself, Draco! I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.A visible blush appearing on my cheeks now, making my blue eyes stand out. (sorry if you different eye colour, you can just imagine your own)

“How’s my traitor doing, then?” he asked with a small smirk playing on his lips. He didn’t sound like he was being mean but it still made me feel kind of upset because of what he thinks of me.

You see my mum was a muggle-born but my dad was a wizard he was known to be a very brave man before he passed away. Though he was never sorted into Gryffindor instead he was sorted into Slytherin, but he always told me he never fit there as much as the sorting hat said he did.He was known to be a “traitor” in the Slytherins as he never accepted the fact he was a Slytherin, and always hung out around muggles and Gryffindors. But he never cared what other Slytherins thought, he had his mind of his own. Which is the thing I love about my dad the most? Whatever people would say to him, he just shrugged it off and walked away.

I would say I was the same like my dad. Even if I was in Hufflepuff and not Slytherin. I see the similarities between me and him and always be proud of them and him.So that the story how he knows I’m a half-blood because of my dad.

“And since when was I “yours” I questioned a small smile appearing on my lips without me even trying to stop it.

“Since I laid my eyes on such a beautiful traitor” he replied smirking putting his arm around me inching closer to me.The reply making me fume with anger, he just had to be a git and ruin everything!

“Why do you hate Muggle-borns or mud-bloods so much? I don’t understand, and if you only see me as a traitor and nothing else, please leave because I don’t need arrogant and obnoxious gits like you in my life” I said angrily, catching some peoples attention.

A twinkle of pink lightened my face as Draco seemed startled by my come back to his reply.

“Woah there Y/N for a Hufflepuff you’re a feisty one. I like it” he came back to his normal senses smirking once again.

“You’re such a git Draco Malfoy” I spat and turned away from him, just as professor walked in to start the class.

Mid way lesson I felt Draco’s hand find its way on my knee making me freeze in my spot. He felt my reaction and smirked to himself, that he gained such a reaction from me.I grunted beneath my breath and shoved his hand off my knee and carried on with my work. All lesson he kept quiet and didn’t bother me. Which surprised but made me feel relieved.


“Hey traitor wait up!” a certain Slytherin shouted through the crowd. Making me stop in my tracks and turn around to face him. He came running to me, he seemed out of breath. I wondered if he was alright. Y/N stop it, he just called you a traitor!

“What do you want Malfoy?” I asked in bored tone wondering what could this Slytherin prince want to know.

“Well, er, I uh, wondered if you wanna go on a date with me?” a very anxious boy who was, in fact, Draco, asked me.I stood in shock, what the hell, does he mean? A date? With me?

“What you playing at Malfoy? A date with me?” I shot back still feeling so confused about the situation. Why is Draco acting so nervous all of a sudden, and most importantly why in the world is he asking me on a date? This has to be a joke, right?

“Look I know I have always called you names and never been as nice. But you make me feel so many things that I never imagined I could feel. You just stuck there, in my head playing tricks on me and I can’t get rid of it. Though I don’t want to get rid of it” he said way too quick for me to understand but I knew what he meant.I wanted to say something, I wanted to say how I can relate to him and I feel just the same about you. But I couldn’t my mouth was stuck glued not opening to say anything.

Let just say I was speechless.

A reminder erupted in my head reminding me what he actually is; an arrogant little snob. That when I went back to my normal self and stood straight, my head held high.

“I’m sorry but I do not accept your date or whatever this is. As you may know, I don’t date people who bully my friends”

“Y/N you know that I never mean it…” he whispered the last part looking down to the ground.

“That the thing Draco, you do mean it. Every single thing you say to those poor people always has a meaning behind it. So let end it like that, shall we”

“Y/N I promise you I can change, here’s a thing what if I stop bullying your friends you will go on a date with me. How about that?” he asked smiling looking at me trying to hear a positive answer.

“Personally, I don’t think that’s possible” a flash of hurt passed his eyes before someone bumped into him making him stumble forward, making him come closer to me than he was before.He turned around swiftly, anger visible on his face; his eyes filled with anger and disgust.

“What the hell do you think your doing, mud blood?” he spat with venom not realising I was watching everything.

“Draco you have no rights to call him that, get gone why don’t you” I defended a first-year Hufflepuff. This Slytherin will definitely be the death of me, one day.

Realisation hit him, turning his cheeks pink. He stumbled back the once angry look turned into a soft look.

“Y/N please, I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry” he stuttered but I was already shaking my head in disappointment. I tried to believe he could change and be nicer as a person, but I guess that it would indeed be impossible.

“Save it Draco”


Why do we pity others, knowing that their pain won’t fade away? That their situations don’t lessen in hardship? Why do we forget that there’s so much to a situation than the negativism? There are opportunities. Opportunities to make them smile, to make them laugh so hard they’re wheezing, opportunities to hug them, opportunities to make them believe, to have faith.

Why? Why?

Draco made me think so much, he made me think about life deeply and I don’t even know why. Maybe because it was two months since we last spoke and it was an argument.Or maybe because I don’t get to laugh at his cheesy jokes anymore. I really have fallen for this git. Even though he had changed I have noticed it. He doesn’t pick on my friends like he always did. He just distanced himself away from everyone.Which made me concern at first but then I enjoyed it, I liked the new Draco; who doesn’t call people mud-bloods who walk past him.

I was writing notes in class as Professor was speaking when a small flying note: shaped of bird flew to my desk. I looked around to see who sent me note but it seemed like everyone was either listening to professor or writing notes.I opened the note carefully and read what it said.

My dear Y/N

please meet me near the Great hall entrance. ~DM

I had the urge just to rip the paper in half and my eyes roll my eyes at him, instead, I turned around to look at him as he was a couple of desks away from me - to catch him already staring. I nodded my head and looked away immediately.

I walked to the great hall with my books in my hand ready to hear what Draco wanted to say. I didn’t even need to look for him, as I spotted his platinum blonde hair.I fastened my pace and tapped his shoulder when I was behind him; making him jump not expecting me.

“Oh er hey Y/N” he mumbled a blush sprinkled on his cheeks.

“Hello Draco, I received your note, so what is it then?” I asked wanting to know.

“Well, I never got to tell you how sorry I’m for calling that boy a mud-blood as I know you don’t tolerate bullies. I know I said before that I would change and just as I said that I go off and call Hufflepuff a mud-blood. You probably hate me enough for this, but I want you to know that I have changed! Y/N you mean so much to me that, for you, I have changed. And I would love for you to give me a second chance, so what do you say?” he rambled on like an idiot.Making me smile and giggle at his expression.

“I know Draco and I have witnessed it, even bloody Ron Weasley has noticed it. And I think I could maybe give you a second chance, Draco Malfoy” I replied.

A huge grin appearing his lips.Without a second blink, he engulfed me in a hug picking me from the floor swirling me around.

“Ahh, Draco put me down” I giggled out.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you. I promise you, you will not regret this” he said and kissed my cheek as he walked more like skipped away.

I held my cheek, Maybe this was a start to something magnificent.

A seriously pissed off clown head cannon scenario part 1

I didn’t want to just jump right in to the middle of the story but this ended up being way too long. I split it in to two parts so all of the gore and smut will be in part 2

You were not known for making great decisions. A series of poor choices led you to try and start over in Derry. Shortly after moving you began to see a co worker named Jerry. Jerry from Derry, what a laugh. The fling came to a sudden stop when you met Pennywise. Continuing your streak of bad luck you managed to peak the clowns interest and you made a deal. You would stay in Derry as his “Honey” for a year. If you broke or tried to leave he would eat you. If you made it the full year you were free to go and live a happy life. So for your own safety Jerry got the boot. It’s been a month and he is still not taking it well

“Meet me by the canal tonight bitch or I’m going to HR and your ass will never work in this town again.” You listened to the voicemail one more time, deleted it and sighed. Penny had been very specific on the fact that you belong to him. “You are my Honey now, if he touches you I will rip him to pieces and eat his entrails.” Even though he was smiling when he said it you didn’t think he was joking… or that he would stop at Jerry. You had three options. Let Jerry ruin your career, let Pennywise eat you both or defy Penny and hope he never found out. You were really bad at making life choices

It was just starting to get dark when you sat on the bench facing the canal. You hoped Penny would be too busy doing whatever it was he did to notice you had snuck out of the house. Jerry arrived and took a seat beside you. “ I’m surprised you were able to get away from your new boyfriend long enough to see me. Maybe I should have threatened you from the begining” “Look Jerry, shut up for a second and listen to me. I need you to leave me alone. Don’t talk to me don’t call me. Nothing. It’s for your own good” That was not the response Jerry was expecting “Do you really think I’m afraid of your boyfriend? I spent money on you, I invested time in you and you suddenly cut me off?”

As the argument continues to heat up neither of you notice the two hands that appear at the edge of the canal. A pair of glowing yellow and red eyes peek over the edge and look around until they zero in on their target. The body starts to shift, trying to take the form of a human male but it’s difficult. The brain screams for teeth and claws

Still involved in a heated discussion you don’t notice the “man” pull himself out of the canal across from you. His limbs occasionally cracking at odd angles he strides across the grass. You both stop talking and look up as he steps in front of you. Your face goes pale as you realize who he is. There is a seriously pissed off clown glaring at you and he is not doing a great job of holding his human visage together


Part 2 will be done momentarily @penny-trash @slutforpennywise @wetpennywise @ruintt @float-me-to-the-moon

Playing Piano w/ Johnny
  • hey sweeties did u have a good day today lmao
  • i got my first johnny request i’m so happy bro
  • <333
  • but idk lmao, and also shoutout to the anon who requested this!!
  • and also, i don’t know how to play the piano?? or any instrumental in general??
  • bc i’m a failure so i’m sorry okay i’m just a teenanger trying my best in life
  • let’s start disss bc i took too long to made it lmao i’m sorry anon <3
  • so, both of you babies were in the practice room ya know
  • and you were waiting for the rest of 127 to come to the practice
  • so, you were there, sitting on the floor super bored
  • probably talking shit about the other members and how unpunctual they’re lmao
  • and suddenly ur attention gets in the piano that’s in the corner of the room
  • and you go to johnny like
  • “babyyy~~ isn’t that ur piano? when did you bring it here?”
  • “yesterday, when ten and hansol were practicing i played it a bit with chenle and hyuck”
  • “ahh~~ did jisung continued with his lessons¿”
  • “yeah but he’s terrible at it tho lmao”
  • and ofc you slapped the shit out of him because sEO YOUNGHO HOW DO U DARE TO DISRESPECT MY SON???!!!11!1
  • “that’s not true! he’s a lot better that me”
  • “yeah, we need to continue those lessons one day u know”
  • johnny tried to teach you how to play it a few months before but you gave up the next two mins lmao
  • honestly me af
  • so ofc u learned nothing
  • “actually let’s do that rn, my gf ain’t a loser how doesn’t know how to play the piano did u heared me”
  • so both of u went to were the piano was an he took the only seat that there was
  • “looks like you’ll have to seat on my legs, what a pity right ;)))))))))))”
  • “johnny u know that there’s a chair right there, right?
  • this fucking loser istg
  • but you were like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • this idiot would do anything for have even the littlest amoun of skinship tbh
  • and you were completely fine with it right :^) right???? :^)))))
  • so you sat in one of his legs and he place one of his big ass hands in your waist
  • “y/n ur so smol and cute, omg”
  • “just.. teach me how to do this johnny jfc”
  • so he did
  • he played how deep is your love and eVEN SINGED FOR YOU BRO
  • acapella johnny + a piano in the back imagine that i’m screeming
  • and your heart was already beating really fast u know like dude sT0op being so perfect for like 2 seconds pls
  • “okay so, start with this two keys with your left hand and this two with the right one”
  • and you kinda try doing that but hello my hands are of a normal size remember that i’m not a giant like u
  • so you heard his cute giggles while you were struggling with just placing ur fingers in a keybord
  • “try doing it like this, babe”
  • and he grab your hands in the most delicate way and placed them in the key, softly pressing them and making beautiful noises
  • and his hands were so warm and soft they were a lot bigger than yours and aND
  • “why are your hands so cold, though?”
  • you not only realized how cold was the room but also how you were literally shAKING ISTG THIS ASSHOLE
  • “i-i’m cold”
  • listening to you stutter gave him so many confidence
  • he laughed at you and kissed your neck while back hugging you
  • “what are you doing, johnny?”
  • “trying to warm you up, and judging by how blushed you are i’d say that it’s working, but i can keep cuddling you if you want to”
  • i want to slap him myself istg
  • you were so done that you actually tried to stand up and leave him lmao
  • but no, forget about it he’s not letting you go ever again sweetie
  • “you’re enjoying this, don’t try to lie to me y/n”
  • but you didn’t answered him, trying your best to not smile and kept your arms crossed
  • “uhm, so you’re not talking to me now? okay, i see”
  • so he started to leave kisses in your neck and tickling you 
  • and of course he made you laugh and you started moving everywhere lmao
  • “say that you love me and i’ll think about it”
  • “i wanna hear you saaaaaaaaaaaaaay it”
  • so he stoped, but he never let you go
  • actually, he hold you EVEN closer to him
  • you turned around and faced him, putting your arms around his neck and giving him a few kisses in his temple and forehead
  • he smiled at you and caressed your cheek
  • and you couldn’t help but look at his lips u know
  • I MEAN they’re so beautiful and pinkish and jesus christ
  • “just do it, i don’t bite you know, i mean, well..”
  • you laughed
  • “you’re so needy, istg”
  • but you stopped your suffering and finally kissed him
  • you felt this butterflies in your stomach, and both of started smiling in the kiss, making everything even more special
  • “guys, calm down over there, hyuck and mark are here too”
  • oh boy, taeyong almost killed both of you 
  • i feel like after this he’s going to ruin my life u know
  • but i love him so muchhhhhhhhhhh 

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It had been two months since your family visited. Two whole months. Which meant it had been six months now you’d been living with the Volturi and exactly three months since you’d realised you were falling for Caius. 44 days exactly since you’d realised you were way past falling now and actually head over heels for the perpetually angry vampire. Who you had yet to admit these feelings too. It was a complex situation. 

Felix, Jane, Alec and Demetri were all constantly offering up suggestions as to how to do it, they’d even told you to ‘just do it already’ a couple of times recently, it was probably fair to say they were irritated by your dithering. 

Hell you were pretty sure the whole castle was irritated by your dithering. Even Marcus had taken to following you around and suggesting ways of letting Caius know you loved him recently. It was an odd situation to say the least. Especially how animated Marcus got about it all. Aro for his part, just watched you like you were his favourite soap opera. You weren’t sure which was worse. 

So, your indecision and abstract worry was the reason you were wandering the castle while the vampires fed in a very dangerous manner considering the closeness of the reception to the throne room. Then again, the damn receptionist wasn’t dead yet so it wasn’t like they often slipped up. 

Muttering under your breath was a thing you did a lot of recently but you were always extra careful to keep your mouth shut around the receptionist. She was a vindictive, spiteful little human. You of course hadn’t said anything to anyone about her treatment of you, her being a meany shouldn’t equal a death sentence but still… you made sure not to give her ammunition. So you were extra surprised to find your guard had slipped when she started speaking. Loudly. 

“HA! What a ridiculous worry. Why you would even bother is beyond me. Pathetic is what it is.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a sniff. 

The secretary was everything beautiful seemed to be in the magazines. She had perfect hair, perfect nails, blemish free tanned skin, long legs, a decent bust and she was the size of a twig. 

You on the other hand. You had hair that wouldn’t do as it was told, nails bitten down to almost nothing, you got blemishes and dry patches and oily patches like no ones business although currently your skin was at the very least blemish free, you had (pale/dark/olive - basically insert appropriate word) skin…very (pale/dark/olive- basically insert appropriate word) skin, legs of a normal length not real long but not stubby either, a bust which was a little out of proportion for your frame and you had curves. You weren’t toned the way she was.

Basically the receptionist was stunning. The type of woman who, if turned into a vampire might actually give your mother a run for her money. Except she was cruel, bitchy, hurtful and basically a complete shit of a person. 

Yet being the glutton for punishment you are… you asked. “What’s pathetic exactly?” 

“You are. Thinking you could possibly mean anything to anyone here. To Alec, Demetri, Felix, Jane…Caius.” 

You gulped, her words stopping your pacing dead. 

“Oh of course they play a good game, pretend well, but really you’re nothing. Just a way to get back at your family. Change you, love you, pah! Caius will kill you. He’s planning it and they all know. You’re just falling for the game.” 

You were angry at yourself that you doubted your friends, doubted Caius, but you did and because you did, you just couldn’t walk away. “That’s not true.” You insisted voice quivering slightly. 

“Sei una grandissima zoccola.” She replied a haughty tone to her voice. “You think sleeping with him will get you anywhere, psh please, you are living on borrowed time. I suppose this only makes his killing you more sweet.” 

“You’re wrong.” You insisted close to tears. Although your Italian wasn’t yet good enough to work out exactly what she’d said and she knew it.    

“I am not and you know it. Otherwise my words would not bother you. Face it you are nothing but a  miserabili pezzi di merda.” She spat. 

“Chiudi il becco.” Your voice quavered on the Italian ‘shut up’ as you tried really hard not to let the tears fall.

“Aww, how sad, the baby is going to cry. Surprise, surprise and she wonders why Caius could never love her.” 

To your utter shame, you did cry. You began to cry and then, then you ran. You ran through the castle back up the stairs and twisting corridors until you reached your room and threw yourself onto the bed. Only pausing to lock the door behind you. 


You must have cried for hours, hours upon hours perhaps and yet your sobbing was still just as loud and terrible and painful as it had been when it started, so Caius hearing you as he returned was really not a surprise. 

“Y/N?” Caius called. You heard him try the handle of the door and heard the loud growl when he found it locked. “Y/N, open the door amore mio.” 

At his words you just sobbed harder. Caius left, you heard his footsteps retreat and you cried even more earnestly until you heard more footsteps return followed by a loud crash. Of course Caius had never been known for his patience. So of course he had broken the door down. 

You briefly wondered why you’d even locked it in the first place, which of course, only brought your conversation back full force. 

“Amore mio, what is the matter?” Caius asked, pulling you into his arms, practically draping you across his lap as he gestured at the doorway, presumably telling whoever was there to go away. 

“I -I-I-” You couldn’t choke down your sobs as you clutched him rather pathetically. 

“You must speak to me angelo mio or I cannot help.” 

“You-I-” Your tongue was having issues wrapping itself around the words but you did eventually get them out. “I love you and-and you-you hate me-you couldn’t-you don’t- going to kill me.” 

“What?!” Caius whipped you up so fast it gave you a head rush, he held tightly to your arms as you frantically tried to wipe away some of your tears knowing what a mess you must look. “What do you mean I hate you? I’m going to kill you? Where have you got such ideas?!” 

“The secretary. She-she said you hate me. She called me things in Italian that I don’t understand and she said you’re going to kill me, it’s all a game and you could never love me, it’s just to get at my family. And- And I love you and I’m pathetic for it because you- you don’t love me.” 

“Y/N listen to me!” Caius shook you slightly in his anger. “I love you. No, don’t look away, listen! Whatever that vapid bitch has said I love you. You are everything to me. My mate. Mine. I will not kill you. I will not harm you. No one shall. I love you. To think you love me too is astounding. I am so happy amore mio. So happy. This should be a happy moment, a special moment. I was begining to think you could never return my feelings and yet you love me. And I am so very undeserving of that. I am selfish and cruel though so I will accept your love and cherish it, otherwise I would send you to find a more worthy partner but you are mine. I love you. I cannot believe you love me too, I had all but given up hope, you must listen to me angelo mio, you are the only thing worth anything to me. You understand. I care for nothing but you, not my power, position, possessions nothing, not even my own life. Only you and your happiness. I love you amore mio, more than anything I love you.” 

You had stopped crying during Caius’s talk seeing the sincerity in his eyes. With pure wonderment you placed a hand against his face. “I don’t deserve you Caius, but I love you just the same. I’m so sorry. I should have told you before. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I’ve ruined this moment, I’m so- so very sorry.” 

Caius allowed a weak smile to tug at his lips. “You have ruined nothing amore mio. Nothing. It is I who does not deserve you. I should have made my feelings more obvious… I love you.” He crushed you into his stone hard chest and set his chin on top of your head. 

“Alec.” He called quietly. “Felix, Demetri, Jane.” 

You heard quick footsteps and presumed they were the vampires that had accompanied him back. 

“The secretary. Take her. Find out exactly what she said to Y/N today. Exactly what she has said to Y/N before and then make her pay for it. Torture her. I want her to beg for death.” 

You turned your head just enough to see the vengeful smiles on your friends faces and briefly wondered how you could have ever doubted their friendship. 

“Then when she is begging for death, leave her and report back to me on your progress. I and only I will have the privilege of killing her. Is that understood?” 

You shivered, for the first time in months remembering why Caius had such an awful reputation. Remembering how on your very first day here he’d assured you every terrible thing you’d heard of him was true. Assured you he’d likely done even worse. 

“Yes Master.” The four Volturi guards left grinning. 

Caius pulled back slightly tilting his head down to look at you. “Now where were we my love?” 

“I love you.” You replied, a watery smile on your face. 

“Ah yes.” Caius grinned. “And I you.” 

With that he drew you into the most passionate, adoring, love-filled kiss of your life. All soft lips and gentle tongues. A languid pace, for you had all the time in the world to fully appreciate each other, but only right now for this particular kiss. Caius Volturi was an enigma alright, but he was your enigma and you loved him. 

God, you loved him.

Practice makes Perfect - 02

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

  • Genre: Filth
  • Rating: Mature
  • Written by Filthyfilter
  • Warning: Stepbrother Jimin…language and lap dancing.

That night after the both of your parents left you came into the living room, “Come back in about five minutes, I’ll be ready.” You stated to Jimin who was watching tv.

He lost all concentration on the TV as he pictured your moves in his mind, his dick was already reacting. He went to his own room and changed into looser fitting pants, his Dockers were too tight, and He knew he would need room to grow.

You were standing beside a cushioned dining room chair in a short white skirt and brief tank top. He could tell by the peaks in the material of the shirt that you weren’t wearing a bra. The hem of the white skirt was only a couple of inches below your crotch which left a lot of long shapely thighs and legs bared for viewing. The length of your legs were accented by white pumps on 2” heels. Your cheeks and neck were tinted with embarrassment, your eyes wary.

He sensed that you were faltering, “Hey look Y/N, if you don’t want to do this, its okay, I can go hang with Hoseok and Yoongi.” He stated reassuringly, he would never pressure you into doing anything you weren’t comfortable with.

That did it, his generous offer to let you off the hook was all it took to make up your mind “Sit down.” You instructed at him.

You set your CD in place and found the right music while he sat. You started by standing straight, facing him with your arms stretched over your head, holding your long hair off his head. The music thumped and you bumped. You arched and bowed your body to the beat, eyes closed, as if you were alone. You dropped your hair, put your hands on your waist and began tossing your long locks while rotating your hips and butt, belly dancing moves.

Your feet were moving you slowly in a circle as you moved to the music. You weren’t doing a ‘lap dance’ but whatever you were doing was just as sexy. You lifted your hands off your hips and began rubbing them up and down your body, first your sides then stomach.

As you massaged your skin under the top it lifted far enough he could see the swell of your nipples. He got a hint of the brown puckered skin at the tip of them. He was reacting to you, He could feel his pulse quicken, his cock swelling.

You danced until the song was done then stopped. You were breathing deeply which caused your boobs to rise and fall. “What do you think, is that a good warm up?” You asked him.

“If that was the warm up, then what comes next is going to hurt my dick for sure.” He said to you as if trying to keep his composure.

You gave him a wickedly feminine smile “Then let’s see if I can ruin your sex life.” You said teasingly as you punched the play button on the sound box and the next act began.

You turned your back to him and bent double at the waist, your head almost to the floor. You put your hands around your ankles then began to vibrate your butt. It was bouncing too fast to be shaking, your vibrating globes caused the short skirt to sway violently as it pulled up giving him a full view of your scantily covered ass.

You worked it for a little bit while he couldn’t help but stared, fascinated by what his sister could do, the control you had. You slowly raised your body upright before spreading your feet wide apart as your hips began to roll and pulse.

You turned to him then and moved forward until you were just inches from him. He looked up, under the short top where your breasts were quivering, your nipples jutting from the circles of dark skin. You moved his eyes from the distraction of your boobs to your eyes, you were smiling mischievously, impishly as you looked at him. His dick was filling with hot racing blood.

You put your hands on his shoulders and held yourself in place while your body gyrated to the thumping song, your breasts were inches from his face, the skirt whipping across your thighs, his cock continued to fill. As you moved your hands you spun away from him again before straddling his legs, the inside of your thighs were rubbing the outside of his. Your red panties dancing before his eyes.

You bent at the waist again which put your butt just inches from him. Jimin detected the scent of your body mixed with the fragrance of cologne. Jimin was damn glad he had changed into loose fitting pants. He wished for a fist full of dollars so he could stuff them into your underwear as you danced.

Jimin knew the song was coming to an end, so did you. You bent her knees slightly and started bouncing your butt on the bulge in his lap. You put your hands on his knees then twitched and rubbed his swelling pants with your cheeks. Jimin was two seconds from overload when the music stopped. He wanted to grab you by the waist and jam you down on him until his dick spilled but he sat there immobile and let you get away with it.

You moved across the room and leaned on your bureau, panting with exertion, face flushed. “Goddamn that’s a lot of fucking work. I need something cold to drink. Come on.” You told him. Who knew lap dancing was a work out itself.

The two of you found some iced tea in the fridge and after your tumblers were full You asked him with anticipation, “Whaja think?”

“Hot. Awesome. Awesomely hot! The only thing that could make it hotter is if you wore a thong, not full panties. Where in hell did you learn to move like that?” Jimin asked as he downed his drink.

You beamed your pleasure at his warm critique. “I’ve been practicing, its kinda fun trying to do moves like those.” You said with a slight chuckle of satisfaction.

“So, what’s fun about it? You worked up a sweat and did all the work, I just sat there and enjoyed the show.” He said.

“You got turned on didn’t you?” You looked at his groin, his erection had dwindled to about half sized but there was still evidence of your effect.

"Well, yeah, but what’s in it for the girl?” He was curious and You were willing to share your thoughts.

“I’m not sure but I think it’s the power. Yeah, the power. I like the feeling when boys react to me because of my sex. It’s a power trip and I’m working on new ways of showing it, of turning guys on because it turns me on to do it.” You told him as you were sipping your tea.

“So you are learning how to be a cock tease, well it worked for me, I got a steel rod in my pants watching you, how about you?” He asked you as he was watching you and checking his phone.

You blushed a lovely shade, “Kind of.” You admitted.

But he wasn’t done, "What about the butt bounce at the end when you rubbed your ass on my hard-on. Was that for me, you, or the grand finale to the show?” He asked again.

You didn’t answer his question, instead you stood straight, put your glass down and said, “That’s a secret, I’ll never tell Jiminnie.” You smirked at him purposely leaving him to wonder and probably ruin him. You headed back to your room to call your boyfriend as if you didn’t just give your stepbrother a lap dance.


Anonymous said to spooder-boi:

Could you do 5, 8 and 11 with Harrison Osterfield please?☺

5. “Is that my hoodie?”

8. “What are you doing here?”
11. “Will you stay?”

Originally posted by ishouldbedoingmyhomeworklol

One month, two weeks, four days, and 14 hours since Harrison had broken up with you. Your friends had tried desperately to cheer you up and to make you move on. They had introduced you to a countless number of guys, they weren’t bad but they weren’t Harrison.

You knew you shouldn’t have kept anything from Harrison but you did. You kept the stuffed animals he got for you for birthdays and anniversaries You kept the necklace with an ‘H’ on it he had given you for Valentine’s Day. You had kept the hoodie he had left at your house.

Strangely enough you would still wear it, his scent still lingered on the maroon hoodie with white strings. The zipper was broken a bit, often annoying you as you had to forcefully tug on it to zip it or unzip it. You slept with the hoodie at night, making you feel less alone and comforted.

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oikawa kuroo and hinata their s/o finds out they're pregnant and decides to rise the kid alone after a year they met in park accidentally and the baby got their fathers eye ikr im trash bye

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Hinata Shoyou:

You couldn’t tell him. Not after he just assumed the position as Captain. No, he’s worked to hard for this to be ruined by an accident. It may have not been right on your part to conceal such important information from him, but you didn’t have many options. It was best for you and the baby. It was best for Hinata.

That day was was a year ago and Yuiko was healthy and full of boundless energy just like her father. It stung whenever you’d look at her. Not only was she a constant reminder of the decision you had made, but she resembled him so much, especially her eyes. They were the same vibrant brown that reminded you of warm vanilla and honey. And her smile was contagious, like his as well. Your mind was plagued with what-it’s about what could have happened if you would have stayed? Would you be a happy family? But you couldn’t dawdle on the past anymore, you had a child to raise.

Pushing the stroller along the sidewalk, you stopped at a bench. Yuiko was restless as usual, whining to get out of her seat.

“Okay, Mommy’s got you. Just hold on.” You cooed, lifting the little girl out and settling on your lap.

She giggled, hands waving animatedly in the air. You knew what she wanted. Reaching inside the bag you always carried with you for the infant, you pulled out a miniature-sized volleyball. Of course it wasn’t hard, but instead plush, easy for babies to use. You’d bought it for her and almost instantly she had taken a liking to it. You could never leave the house without the toy. It wasn’t a surprise though, you had a feeling that she’s grow up to be an amazing volleyball player like her father.

Being so immersed with Yuiko you hadn’t realised that another presence had come to a halt beside you.

“_______?” His voice was deeper than you had remebered, it was laced with more maturity even if it had been just a year.

Fear and anxiety resounded in your body, afraid to meet his eyes. You wouldn’t know what to say or how’d he react. Would he even know that she was his child?

He called your name again and this time you had no choice but to look at the male. He had grown a lot. His hair was cut shorter so that he had a slightly edgy look to him and he had grown even taller. He was nearly as tall as his vice-captain, Kageyma.

A lump formed in his throat as he gazed at you and the child in your arms. He couldn’t think of what to say or where to start. He had several questions racing through his mind and he wanted an answer to all of them.

“Is she mine?” Hinata’s voice was hushed, but you could practically feel the hurt within his tone. You couldn’t blame him though.

The words couldn’t leave your mouth so you settled for a nod instead, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Before you could react, Yuiko reached out her tiny hands in an attempt to grab at Hinata, squealing “Dada” all the while. Two sets of eyes widened as you realised what she just said.

“How does she know?”

“I-I’m not sure. I mean, I used to show her pictures of you, but-”

You were cut off by a pair of lips pressing firmly against your own, emotions pouring through the gesture. He was careful of Yuiko as he pulled away, eyes softening as he gazed down at he child.

“Why did you leave without telling me? I thought you loved me…” The feeling of dread spread over you when he uttered the words.

God, how could you be so stupid.

“I didn’t want to put your life in halt. You just became captain and you were so close to achieving your dream, and I didn’t want to ruin that for you…” At this point the tears couldn’t be stopped, rushing down your faces in streaks.

Hinata’s eyes were glossy as well and his lips was quivering as well. “Don’t think for one second that you would’ve ruined my life. If anything, you’ve put more purpose into it,” He moved to sit beside you, a hand caressing the child’s soft hair. “You gave me a daughter.”

“She has your eyes…” You whispered, a gentle smile stretching across your lips as you wiped away a few stray tears.

“I’ve noticed, but she looks at lot more like you.”

“Maybe, but she’s got your energy.”

This is what it was supposed to be like. Smiling and joking with another while you had your daughter. This was the only way you could see your future.

“Stay with me.”

You turned to him with a surprised look. “What?”

“Both of you. I want to be able to take care of you and my child.”

“But what about-”

“It doesn’t matter. Nothing is more important than my family.” Hinata nearly shouted, fierce determination in his eyes.

Hearing his words made you realise just how much you missed him. You and your little family were going to work out.

Oikawa Tooru:

It haunted him till this day. The way you packed and left one day without a word. When he came home that night, the apartment was empty, scarce of all of your belongings. He didn’t know why you did it not was he able to contact you. For weeks he drowned in his own sadness until Iwazumi had forcefully dragged him out claiming that you must have had your reasons for the decision you made. But to Oikawa he couldn’t accept such a brash choice without so much as an argument, but it’s not like he had an option in the matter. With you disappearing from thin air, he could only live with the fact that maybe you were happy with your new life elsewhere.

Oikawa and a few of his teammates decided on spending the day at the park for a friendly game of volleyball. Since the tournament was coming up they figured a little extra practice could do them some good.

“Nice kill, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa shouted as said male went in for a spike, easily scoring a point.

“Stop calling me that Shittykawa!” He grunted, prepared to smack the brunette upside his head.

“Not until you stop calling me that!” He whined, loathing the nickname he was frequently called.

Iwazumi went to retort when his attention was diverted else where. Oikawa raised a brow, confused as to why the ace had suddenly fallen silent.

“Iwa-chan, what are you-”

“Oikawa, isn’t that ______?”

The mere mention of your name was enough to cause the captain to whip his head around in surprise, eyes locking on you who was several feet away, pushing a small child in the swings. Whatever Iwazumi said to him after fell on deaf ears as his feet carried him away, inching closer to you. When he was close enough, a gasp died in his throat as he observed the scene before him. You’d hadn’t changed much seeming as it had only been a year, but you were toting around a miniature version of yourself. The little girl looked almost exactly like you except…she had his eyes.

A thousand questions flew through his mind, but the most prominent was: Is this little girl my daughter?“


Almost immediately your body had stiffened, recognising his velvet voice instantaneously. You didn’t think that this day would come anytime soon, but what was to be expected when you were at the park close to Oikawa’s home? Maybe you had subconsciously wanted this to happen just so you could see him again.

“Tooru…” Was all you could say, not really sure what to say.

Oikawa looked to be in the same position, eyes flitting between you and the little girl in the swing. You could sense what he wanted to ask, but he was afraid of the answer. You decided to make it easier on him.

“This is your daughter, Yuiko.”

Oikawa had a feeling that she was simply based on her eyes, but hearing you confirm it brought a wave of relief crashing upon him. As selfish as it seemed, he didn’t want to see you with anyone other than himself.

“Can I you know-hold her?” He asked, brown eyes glossy with tears.

“Sure, go ahead.” A small smile pursed your lips as he moved to gently lift your daughter out of the seat. You thought she would’ve began flailing around, but as soon as she was in his arms, a content sigh left her lips.

This was how you dreamed it would be. Every night as you slept, you hoped that one day you’d be able to have a happy family of your own.

“Why’d you leave? You just left without saying anything!” The tears finally escaped the corners of his eyes, frustration evident in his voice.

“You were busy with volleyball and your own studies! I didn’t want to be a burden to you.” You were quiet as you revealed the reason you departed.

Oikawa looked offended at the thought of you even considering you would be a burden to him. “Yes, I’m passionate about volleyball but,” he glanced down at his daughter who gripped his shirt tightly. “You’re always going to be my priority no matter what.”

Your own eyes stung a little and you couldn’t help the felling of regret you had for ever leaving.

“I’m sorry, Tooru. I’m so sorry…” You cried, releasing yourself to his embrace as he coddled both you and the little girl in between your bodies.

“Don’t cry anymore. I’m going to fake cater of you and our daughter.” He promised, filled with the determination to fullfill just that.

A few feet away Iwazumi stood next to Matsukawa and Hanamaki, openly gaping at the newfound family nearby.

“No way.”

“It can’t be.”

“Shittykawa is a father?!”

Kuroo Tetsuoru:

You felt as if this was the best choice for both you and Kuroo. Yes, he was a loving boyfriend, but you weren’t sure he was quite ready to be a father. Hell, you weren’t even sure you were prepared for the path of parenthood that lies ahead, but you didn’t have much a choice. You could only hope that Kuroo would be able to move on with his life after you were gone. He didn’t need to have this kind of strain in his life at the moment.

You constantly questioned the real reason as to why you left. We’re you scared of his reaction or that he’d leave you all together? But those were questions that wouldn’t be answered as long as you avoided the captain. Little did you know the red string of fate would tie you together once more.

A muffled grunt left your throat as you struggled to keep the little boy in your arms to keep still. Once again you attempted to tame his wild patches of hair, but alas it remained in its fix positioned. It seems as though Teppei inherited his father’s mane, but that wasn’t all. His eyes were identical, cunning and almost cat-like, but not nearly intense as Kuroo’s. Every time you take the time to admire your son, he only furthered reminded you of the man you loved. It was hard at first, learning how to be a single parent, but Teppei made it all worthwhile.

You were perched on a blanket, Teppei sitting across from you with an ecstatic look on his face. You’d been entertaining him with a small ball, softly rolling it back and forth between the two of you seeing as how the infant wasn’t too great at controlling his arm movements.

“Wait no! Don’t thro-,” It was too late. The mischievous child had thrown the ball a good distance away from you. A playful pout formed on your lips as you gazed at the boy. “You never listen to Mommy.”

Moving to get the ball, you were stopped by a shadow that towered over you, blocking out the sun.

“Is this yours?”

With a bright smile you turned to the voice, gratefully accepting the object. “Thank you so much-Kuroo?”

To say that you were shocked was an understatement. You weren’t expecting to meet him again, at least not for a long time. The male looked the same as you’d left him, hair as wild as ever. The nerves in your body lit up as his eyes fell to Teppei who looked at him curiously. It was if a force pulled him towards the child, not even bothering to ask the most important question as he lifted Teppei into his arms. He surprised you in turn by pulling you into an embrace.

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you…”

But you knew it well because you felt the same way. Breathing in his scent soothed whatever feeling of doubt that were plaguing you. It felt right to be in his arms, as cliche as it sounded.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left the way I did. I was just afraid to tell you…” You whispered, clinging onto him tighter as if he’d disappear the minute you let go.

“I wouldn’t have left you to raise our kid by yourself. You know me better than that.”

You felt stupid to doubt him. Kuroo was a reliable man and he wouldn’t have let you end for yourself.

“I’ll take care of you and our son. Together.”