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anonymous asked:

I really can't buy that Yuuri had NO idea how he acted at the banquet! Sure it makes sense that he got too wasted to remember, but how could he not find out later from social media or the internet?! His phone would have been full of messages the morning after! Dudes suddenly stripping on a pole (am I also the only one wondering how the pole got there, too?) would definitely have ended up in several gossip blogs. Especially if skating megastar Victor Nikiforov got involved in the fun! Idk

At the beginning of YOI, we see Yuuri looking up news articles about his performance, even with Celestino actively encouraging him not to.

Not long after this, Yuuri goes off to the restroom and breaks down into tears. 

As a sensitive person myself, I can say I’ve experienced painful moments like this in my own life. You eventually hit a point where your brain rejects any additional input because it’s protecting itself. If you see something else that makes the pain hurt even worse, it’s very normal to have a “NOPE” reaction and do everything in your power to avoid that additional pain.

We see Yuuri having another “NOPE” moment after his viral video gets posted.

He doesn’t read the comments on the video or look himself up on social media. Yuuri literally drops his phone and shuts himself off mentally from the world. 

He’s not emotionally equipped to handle anything else. His brain rejected that information in order to protect him.

I do think it’s possible Yuuri never found out through others what happened at the banquet, though it would require work on his part to avoid it.

Maybe people did try to point out posts about it, and he just chose not to look. Maybe he shut his phone off and stopped logging into social media for a while until the news quieted down. Maybe Phichit or Celestino tried to mention it once, and because Yuuri got so upset and sensitive about the topic, they never brought it up again.

That “NOPE” feeling is awful when you get there. It’s an overwhelming sense of “I cannot handle anymore” and you just shut yourself off.

So yes - I do think it’s possible.

Opera

Pairing: Lin x Reader

Requested?: Yep! Taylor requested this quite a while ago and I finally finished it! (you dug your own grave, twin)

Prompt: “This is my official request for you to write a fic based on those tags.” aka Lin takes you out to the Opera for date night but, he looks ridiculously good in a tuxedo and it’s all you can think about.

Warnings: public sex, biting, unprotected sex, Lin in a suit

Words: 2.9k+ (literally like 20 words from 3,000; holy shit)

A/N: Welp, my first Lin imagine and it is smut. Oh well! Thank you again to @helplesslylins , @diggs4life and @tempfixeliza for reading this damn thing like 3 times and encouraging me to post! Enjoy it you sinners!

Tags: @linsnavi  @alexanderhamllton @secretschuylersister @fragmentofmymind

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It was one of those rare times when Lin was not running from country to country working on projects. He was there when you woke up in the morning and actually listened when you asked him to stay in bed for a few more minutes. You learned to cherish these times and take advantage of it, so when you suggested a “night on the town” Lin was on a mission to find the best thing out there.

“Do you mean casual dress? Or an all out black tie affair?” Lin asked, looking up from his computer as you entered the bedroom.

“Uh, well, black tie! It’s been awhile since we got all fancy.” You replied after some thought, laying next to him and raising a brow as he quickly minimized his window.

“It’s a surprise.” He stressed, kissing your forehead. “Don’t give me that lip.”

You sighed, getting off the bed and heading to the door.

“Fine, fine! Get to planning, I expect to be dazzled!”

And a week later, Lin told you to clear your schedule for Friday night.

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Very professional revenge for unprofessional behavior.

As humans often do, I became tired one day at work. I decided to use one of my 15 minute paid breaks to take a nap at my desk. One of my coworkers, who I have not only never wronged but never really had a conversation with prior to this, posted incredibly unflattering photos of me sleeping on Facebook all captioned by him with insults to my character and appearance. So, I got to wake up to a bunch of comments from people I’ve never met about how I’m a lazy, special-snowflake, millennial who looks like she used to be a man. That was super fun. What was even more fun was the fact that he’s firmly planted in the Good Ol’ Boys Club, which makes him bulletproof. The manager agreed that it wasn’t professional, but the poor man was suddenly and inexplicably stripped of his ability to do anything about it by those jerks in corporate.

I decided to do my poor manager a favor and take the responsibility off his hands. I sent all the screenshots I took to HR. They can’t fire my jerk coworker, but there are fates worse than firing. He is now currently becoming more and more annoyed by the mandatory harassment training he has to do. I can see him watching it at his desk, making annoyed comments to anyone who walks by and generally looking like he wants to shoot himself. I’m having a very good day today.

The kicker to all of this? I’ve been keeping track of all the 2 and 3-hour paid lunches that Mister Champion of the Company takes. To loosely quote the same man in his hilarious Facebook tirades against me, “How dare someone steal company time like this. What’s wrong with people?” I’ll be sending all of that to HR, plus some recordings of his racist/sexist tirades, when I leave in a week or two. I have interviews lined up, all for better paying jobs with lesser commutes.

Sayonara, shitty company, you gave me the experience and the resume boost to ditch you like the sack of crap you are.

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Fanfiction - A Lifetime of Her (Part III)

Part III – “You don’t know how lovely you are”

Twenty-four

The night was unusually dark, even for the end of September – the scarce light of public illumination swallowed by scraps of mist, like cold long fingers, stretching to capture an unwary victim. But the lack of visible stars caused me more dismay – the feeling of infinity I usually felt gazing above my head, of endless life beyond the flapping of butterflies’ wings of human existence, veiled beyond my reach. I felt small and locked outside of a mystery that made my life more meaningful.

I was walking fast across Princes Street, my hands buried on the pockets of my overcoat, thinking about the job interview I had endured that day – a promising position as a Math teacher for a local high school, very surprising considering my lack of experience and the fact that I was fresh out of college. The headmistress had seemed pleasant and competent, interested in knowing things about my personal life as well as my academic course – inevitably she had asked why I had took almost an entire year off school, four years ago. I had answered truthfully, reassuring her about my full recovery.

To my right I could see the Gardens and the outline of the Scottish National Gallery, one of my favourite places in Edinburgh to relax and spend some free time. Without a second thought, I decided to make a shortcut across the park, which would lead me straight to the neighbourhood where I had rented a small, yet cosy, apartment.

I saw her before I could even hear her – she was standing alone, talking on the phone, close to the museum entrance. She was wearing a long black dress with sleeves, which fitted perfectly her mesmerizing body, kissing her curves with fabric lips – her hair pinned up in a simple but elegant knot. She sounded distressed and – I thought – angry enough to make me want to run in the other direction. I recognized her instantly, even in such different circumstances than those of our last encounter – Claire.

I walked – levitated, really – towards her, without any notion of why I was doing it. Perhaps I meant to thank her for what she had done in the past. Maybe I was fascinated by the idea that, for once, I could be her saviour. She was clearly dressed for an elegant party – as I approached the building, I noticed several people in similar clothing, probably heading for some sort of gala inside.

I could hear her talking more clearly, her voice quick and deadly, like the stab of a dagger. “Fine!” She snapped, suddenly finishing her conversation. Claire looked at her phone with aversion, like she was considering the idea of throwing it to the nearby bushes.

I was near enough for her to notice my presence – without recognizing me, she quickly composed her expression and looked at her phone with pretended interest, fearing any unwanted advances from a strange man in the night.

“Claire?” I called her, as I reached the circle of light streamed through the museum’s doors. Her eyes jumped to mine and softened, as she promptly identified me.

“Jamie!” She greeted me, smiling – her lips were a soft pink with the touch of discrete lipstick. “How are you?”

“Good.” I grinned back – a gesture that almost entirely faded away as I noticed the ring on her finger. It was a sizable diamond, shining like a beacon made of crystal, outrageously dominant on her slender finger. An engagement ring.  “I couldna resist, coming to say hello.”

“It’s so good to see you!” Claire seemed honestly happy and warm – a million miles away from the cold glacier of moments before. “Are you coming to the charity gala too?”

“Ach, nae.” I gave her a lopsided smile and raised my brow. “Is that why ye’re here?”

“Yes.” She shrugged, sliding her phone inside her black satin clutch. “I was waiting for my fiancé but it seems he is…rather busy at the moment. He won’t be coming.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I said softly, trying to abstract myself of how magnificent she looked – dark as the night, but with millions of stars inside her. “I’m sure ye’ll have a lovely time, nonetheless.”

“I doubt that.” She replied, somewhat conspiratorially. “This night was organized by a friend of my uncle – he was kind enough to invite me in honour of his memory. Actually, I don’t know a living soul inside those doors.” Claire’s eyes darkened, sadness creeping in. “Maybe I’ll just go home and send him my apologies afterwards.”

“No!” I instantly rejected the idea. “Perhaps I could go with ye?” I suggested in a cool tone, praying that I wasn’t about to blush. I pointed to my black attire, matched with a grey tie. “I’m wearing a suit after all.”

“That you are.” She smiled, with a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Do you really don’t mind?” Claire asked, nervously adjusting a stubborn curl that had fled her hairdo. “We could just pretend you’re my fiancé. No one really knows Frank, either way.”

“Of course, lass.” I mockingly offered her my arm for her to hold. “Shall we?”

We entered the party, quickly mingling with the crowd – an assorted array of wealthy men and women, with a taste for art and philanthropy - or for ostentation. Soon enough we had located the canapé and champagne flutes, launching ourselves in a conversation about the artistry on display – or lack of it.

“So, are you fully recovered?” Claire eventually asked me over the live jazz music, that a small band was playing in the corner, a saxophone crying about the loss of an imperfect lover.

“Aye.” I nodded, offering her one of my owlish winks. “I’m so verra thankful for what ye did for me – I…”

“Don’t be silly!” She dismissed emphatically, waving her hand. “I should be the one to thank you!” And seeing my puzzled look, she leaned over and talked closer to my ear. “After what you told me, I went ahead and applied to medical school. I work some shifts as a nurse to pay my bills, but I’m a proud med student!”

“That is wonderful!” I congratulated her, squeezing her hand – soft and capable, warm under my fingers as a pulsing heart. “I’m so glad!”

I convinced her to dance, afterwards. She conceded with an amused smile. We swayed together, amongst other couples – I wasn’t an eager dancer and had no memory of a time when the idea of dancing had seemed appealing to me. But with Claire everything was natural and effortless – every move and word had the magical quality of destiny, of a life finally fulfilled. I tried very hard to overlook the shackles symbolized by her ring, the deafening warning of a tragedy I was powerless to avoid. She had wilfully surrender to the dragon – I couldn’t be her saving knight.

“So what happened to yer fiancé?” I asked tentatively, my hand struggling not to caress her lower back. God, it seemed so easy to touch her, to hold her against me. “Ye seemed distraught.”

“He had a meeting with another faculty assistant.” She pursed her lips in discontent, her eyes avoiding his – hiding her pain and shame. “Something about a spectacular discovery in his newest research.”

“Oh.” I babbled, trying to sound charitable. “Have ye been engaged for a long time?”

“A couple of months.” Claire sighed, her fingers accidentally brushing the back of my neck and making me shiver, preparing to confess her secrets under the protection of the music around us. “Actually, he has been invited to go to America to teach – and asked me to go with him.”

“And will ye?” I asked, almost breathless – pushing down the sudden feeling of panic, like a dark wave that threatened to swallow the skyscrapers of my soul. “Go with him?”

“I honestly don’t know.” She admitted slowly, wincing a little. “But I accepted his proposal so…I should want to go with him, shouldn’t I?”

“I dinna ken much about serious relationships.” I said in a hoarse voice. “But I dinna understand how a man can leave a woman like ye, alone, in such a night. I dinna ken how anything can be more important than being with ye.”

“It’s complicated!” She tried to argue, but her voice lacked the vigour of certainty. “He has to work a lot to get recognized. Sometimes he has to let go of superfluous things, as much as I –“

“Dinna say that!” My voice was a deep rumble, suddenly stripped of all civility. “Ye should be the priority in his life, lass. Ye are a wonderful woman.” I gulped. “Any man deserving of being with ye, should give ye the place ye deserve in his life. Never settle for less, Claire.”

She nodded, looking away to hide the sudden threat of tears. Eventually, her body relaxed and her cheek came to rest in the lapel of my blazer, silently thanking me for my support. I could feel the small movements of her lashes, the hot breath of her life so close to my heart – I never felt more alive, nor more defeated.

We talked and danced the night away – I made her twirl and laugh, until her face was less pale, more like the lively girl in the graveyard, so alive amongst my ghosts.

At the end of the night, I escorted her to a taxi – not daring to offer her my company to her doorway. I feared what the intoxicating mixture of her and the champagne might conjure up.

She smiled – skilfully tucking something inside the pocket of my overcoat – and stood on her toes to kiss my cheek in a tender goodbye. Later, feeling less overwhelmed by the lack of stars, I read her note – “In case you need it. XO”. She had added a phone number underneath the short sentence and a funny smiley face, with abundant curly hair.

I kept her note under my pillow for the next few weeks – a silent dare, urging me to take a leap of faith. I was convinced that my path was fundamentally entwined with Claire’s – it had to be a reason for the insistency of life to place her in my way. She lured me in – fascinated me.

I must have grabbed the phone, adamant on calling her, half a dozen times. Started to dial her phone number – by then carved on my brain with luminescent red ink of desire – at least a dozen more. I mentally prepared our conversation – tried different variations of casualness, honesty and tenderness. I laid awake at night, gazing at the phone, ominous and teasing.

Iffrin!” I desperately reprehended myself one night, almost a month after the gala. I clenched my teeth, breathed deeply several times, and made the call – prepared to invite her for innocent coffee.

“The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected or is no longer in service.” – said the mechanical and metallic voice that took me back to a place with no stars.

All the boys

Dan is forced to go to the strip club for a birthday and he unexpectedly has eyes for one of the girls working there 

Warning: smutttt

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Dan’s POV:

“Dan come on it’s gonna be fun” Phil told me through my bedroom door which I had locked for the purpose of Phil not being able to drag me there. “Since when did you find stuff like this fun Phil” I retorted
“Dan you know I don’t but its just manners we show up” 
“Phil we’re gonna be surrounded by thirty year old horny men being pervs” I groaned 
“Dan just get ready you don’t have to talk just stay on your phone” 
“ugh fine but you owe me” I compromised getting up from my bed. 

I lazily chucked on some black skinny jeans and a black button up, not caring if I looked like shit, I didn’t want to be there and they probably knew it too. 
It was Joe’s birthday and Caspar had decided to take Joe to a strip club to celebrate. A fucking strip club. And they decided that it would be a good idea to invite Phil and I. If you’ve talked to us for more than five minutes, you’d know we’re not strip club people, heck if you’ve even looked at us. 

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pumpkin-piggy  asked:

Hi! So I have a character who was formerly dead (just lost his immortality), and he is suddenly stripped of his power and is human again. Since he is physically a minor (13-15), I was wondering what would the procedure be for both the hospital having an unknown minor with absolutely no record and for the emergency services that found him unconscious?

Hey there! Thanks for sending in your ask!

Okay. Your character is an unconscious 13-15 year old. He’s discovered (I assume by a bystander), 911 gets called. Police and EMS will respond. The two most likely causes (from an EMS perspective) of the unconsciousness are drugs and head trauma. He’ll be evaluated on scene, then transported, likely to a trauma center (or some center with neuroimaging available immediately).

Because EMS are not peace officers, they’ll be acting under implied consent, and police will escort them to the hospital. What happens after that in unclear, but an unconscious child who is unconscious will be watched, checked against missing persons registries, and the local child protective services will likely get involved. Police may get fingerprints for identification purposes.

They’ll be appointed a temporary legal guardian, who will make decisions about their care.

I don’t know how long your character will be unconscious for, so I’m not sure how things will go for them. Initially they’ll get a head CT, IV access, blood panels, fingerstick and more.

From there it will likely be a wait-and-see affair. When your child-god  wakes, they’ll likely be either in a pediatric ER, a Pediatric ICU, or a Neuro ICU; there will likely be nurses and doctors around (though not necessarily in the character’s room), and leaving undetected will be difficult (though certainly not impossible). Depending on the circumstances, and whether the medical staff believe he was abused or injured or even under ongoing threat, there may be a police officer in the room or in the hallway outside.

He’ll likely be wearing scrubs or a hospital gown, and even if he’s breathing well he will likely have a feeding tube down his nose, hooked up to a pump (called a Kangaroo pump). Everything associated with the Kangaroo pump is purple, by the way, the pump itself and the syringes used for it.  It’s a useful detail! He’ll also likely have an IV for fluids in place.

I hope this was helpful and worth the wait!

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anonymous asked:

Jungkook smut w/ daddy kink pls hi it's me the thirsty ho u lov me you know who this is kek

to my smol child. here you are.

Warnings: Daddy kink, spanking, fingering, etc.


You love to tease him. Every time he leaves for a fan-meeting or a recording you’re always sure to text him and tease him. Usually your message includes a slightly naughty selfie and words of encouragement that contrast the picture–but that’s always what gets him.

And Jungkook hates being teased.

“Y/N,” Jungkook’s stern voice speaks, the door to your apartment shutting with a deafening click. Your breath hitches at his tone, eyes shifting towards your open bedroom door. You can hear him shuffling around, discarding his bag and coat, and know that he must’ve ditched the other guys and come straight here from the airport. 

You had sent him a pretty scandalous photo right before his boarding time…

Y/N,” Jungkook barks, his voice slicing through the silence, and despite his tone you find butterflies of anticipation fluttering in your stomach.

“Jungkook…?” you call innocently, trying to play it cool as you push yourself up on your mattress, flinging the book you’d been reading aside. Almost immediately overbearing footsteps start toward you, and you lick your lips with expectancy.

However, the last thing you expect is for Jungkook to storm into your room, dark eyes aflame with passion and his body already stripped of all his clothes. His toned body is bare for you to see–muscles flexing with every step he takes towards you.

“J-Jung–,” you start, gasping when he reaches forward and wraps his hand around your neck, fingers pressing into your skin. The lack of blood flow clouds your head instantly, and the feeling only adds to the heat pooling in your gut.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” he whispers, growl bubbling up in his chest. 

Jungkook leans down and teasingly brushes his lips over yours, but doesn’t kiss you.

“Sending me all those photos–especially when I’m around the guys. Do you know how hard it was to fly for 4 hours straight after you’d sent me such a pretty photo of those tits of yours?” he says dangerously, using his grip on your neck to push you flat on the mattress.

You’re already putty beneath him, shivering when his free hand slips under your shirt and roams over your skin, goosebumps popping up in his wake. His touches are light and teasing, and you already know that this is his pay-back.

You’d teased him, and now he was going to tease you.

“Get up,” he demands suddenly. “Strip for me.”

Not wasting a second, you push yourself up and stand squarely in front of him, sure to keep your gazes connected as you pull your t-shirt over your head. Next comes your bra, and Jungkook’s eyes flit to your chest the minute the garment falls to the floor, eyes soaking in your supple skin and perfectly hardened nipples.

When you spot his pink tongue dart out to wet his lips, you’re only urged on, quickly slipping out of your pants, and kicking them away when they pool around your ankles.

“Stop,” he commands just as your fingers slip under the band of your underwear, and you pause, heart thrumming when he steps towards you.

With steady hands Jungkook reaches forward and slips your panties down, his eyes raking over your naked form, taking in every inch of revealed skin.

“Turn around,” he says, and you do. 

“Touch your toes.”

You blush, turning to stare at him in embarrassment, but the look he fixes you with is utterly serious.

Touch your toes.”

Y-Yes, daddy,” you stutter, not needing to be told again, and immediately fold yourself forward. From this angle you know he can see you clearly, and you gasp when his palm smacks against your ass. He massages the flesh and proceeds to slide his hand lower, two of his fingers dipping into your wet folds.

“Jungkook–ah, shit!” you curse when he pushes into you. The stretch feels amazing but with the angle you’re bent at the blood is rushing to your head, and your legs are starting to feel strained.

However, Jungkook has no sympathy even as your legs shake, fucking his fingers into you roughly.

“What did you call me?”

“D-Daddy, please!” you beg breathlessly, wincing as Jungkook presses you flatter to your legs, humming thoughtfully.

“You should stretch more,” he says, but lets you up. You breath a sigh of relief, muscles sore, but Jungkook doesn’t give you much time to recuperate. He shoves you forward onto the bed and immediately pries your legs apart, his two fingers slipping back inside of you.

You throw your head back at the feeling, a groan leaving your mouth as he pumps into you, his fingers becoming wet with your juices. 

“Did you miss me, baby?” he asks, leaning down to press light, teasing kisses against your breasts. “Is that why you sent me so many naughty pictures? Because you missed my cock–how I make you feel so good?”

Ooooh–yes, daddy,” you moaning, thighs shaking, and Jungkook bites his teeth around your nipple, fingers continue to slip in and out of you.

The heat in your gut is practically aflame now, and you whine under him, pressing your hips downward, causing him to fuck into your harder. Jungkook laughs quietly at the feeling, noticing how you’re biting your lips, need practically painted across your face.

“You want this, baby?” he says, his hand reaching down and leisurely pumping his cock a few times. You lick your lips hungrily at the sight, a groan ripping from your throat.

“Please, daddy, please.”

Do you really think you’ve been punished enough?” he muses, rolling on a condom nonetheless and teasing his tip between your folds. You gasp shakily at the feeling, need permeating your entire being. You can’t take his teasing anymore.

“I-I…daddy, I want you so bad! Please–”

“Shh, baby, I got you,” he says, tiny grunt slipping past his parted lips as he slides into you. When he bottoms out, completely filling your tight heat, you let out a guttural moan and toss your head back.

Fuck!”

Shit,” Jungkook echoes quietly, jaw tight as he grips your hips and slowly begins to roll his lower body. The sensual pace drives you mad, fingers scrambling for purchase in the sheets.

“Jungkook,” you nearly sob, writhing, and Jungkook takes pity. He snaps into you swifter, evoking a gasp from you lips, and picks up his pace.

With each brush of cock over your g-spot–you walls clenching around him with each demanding thrust–the coil in your gut tightens. 

“Shit, Y/N,” Jungkook is hissing soon enough, pants mixed with pleasure and effort leaving his lips.

“Jungkook!” you echo, voice hitching, and not a minute later does the heat in your gut snap–overflowing and traveling up your entire body as you come. Jungkook’s name leaves your lips in the midst of it all, your body arching and tightening deliciously around him, and the feeling drags him under as well.

Fuck!” he hisses, hunching over you and shivering as his orgasm racks his body. 

Once you’ve both returned from bliss, Jungkook slips out of you and leans down, capturing your lips for the first time that night. You happily, yet tiredly kiss him back, arms snaking up to loop around his neck.

“I missed you,” you admit tenderly, kissing him again, and Jungkook smiles.

“I missed you too, Y/N. But from now on stop sending me so many damn pictures. I can’t control myself that well…”

Giggling, you pulling him tighter and press and playful kiss against the tip of his nose. 

“But where’s the fun in that?”

Mad: Part 7

Originally posted by younggjaebum

“We’re all a little crazy on the inside. Some are just better at hiding it than others.”
Warning: Will contain smut, violence, and tense situations in some chapters

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Liam Dunbar Imagine- Drunken Drama

Anon- Hey i love your Isaac Lahey imagines, but can I get one with Liam where she’s Scotts or Dereks younger sister and shes human and they go to a party and she gets really drunk. But can you make it fluffy at the end and stuff. Sorry that its not much to go on but thanks if you get around to doing it!!

Authors Note- First of all thankyou and I’m glad you enjoyed them. I really liked this request, even though there’s quite a few similar to this out there, but I hope I got it similar to how you wanted it, I had fun writing it. It’s also set in the third season but Liam is there x

Being a Hale, believe it or not did have its perks. Being a werewolf with heightened abilities being the main, however when all of that is suddenly stripped away from you it’s kind of hard to deal with. Cora was dying and the only way to save her was for Derek to give up his alphaship. However, you weren’t entirely sure loosing an alpha against the alpha pack was the best idea, so you decided to throw a spanner in the works. Without telling Derek you healed Cora yourself, but being a beta meant you lost your power completely. But she was your sister, she was worth your life let alone your stupid werewolf curse. How much harder could being a powerless human be?

“So when are your friends picking you up?” your older brother huffed, not wanting to accept that you were growing up. “Erm actually I’m taking her, the others are staying in to work out a plan with Deaton” Liam mumbled. “You mean Scott’s not going with you?” Derek asked, his voice echoing around the loft. “See, I knew you would overreact” you tried to play it off, giving Liam daggers. “Absolutely not!” Peter said, emerging from nowhere. You rolled your eyes and glanced at him, “Its times like this I wish you were still dea-” you began before Liam interrupted to prevent witnessing another Hale argument. “I’ll be there, and so will Mason” he said quickly. “As comforting as that sounds, the answer is still no” Derek replied sarcastically. “I’m not a kid, I can take care of myself” you crossed your arms over your chest. “You could take care of yourself, as in past tense” Peter spoke again. “So what if I’m technically not a werewolf? I’m also not an idiot” you retort. “Debatable-” Peter remarked under a fake cough. “Fine” Derek said with a sigh. “Wait… you’re letting me go?” you said, examining your brothers blank expression. “Yes you can go” he replied. “Are you insane?” Peter asked shaking his head. “Well you do let me run around the streets at night with my pack, a party is probably a lot safer” you said, flashing a fake smile at your uncle. “Just don’t get drunk, I mean it!” Derek demanded. “I wont” you said with an eye roll and a smirk. You grabbed your purse and began to walk towards the loft door. “You better look after my sister, if anything happens to her its your fault, the Hales don’t take kindly to their family being hurt”  Derek said sternly to Liam, as Peter flashed his eyes gold from over Derek’s shoulder. “Of course I will” Liam said nervously. “Stop scolding him, I know what you two are doing” you claimed sliding the loft door open and waiting for Liam to join you. He looked from your brother to your uncle, before putting his hands in his jacket pockets and doing a small jog over to you. “See you” you called out, slamming the door shut before they could change their minds.

The second you stepped foot in the club, Hayden passed you, Liam and Mason a free shot. But before you could even take a sip Liam grabbed it from you and drank the both of yours before you could blink. “You do realise you cant get drunk” you laughed. “Yeah, but neither can you, I don’t want to be killed by your family just yet” he joked. “Where the hell has Mason gone?” you asked, it was a new record for him to have split off. “Two guesses” Liam said out of routine. The two of you glanced to the biggest crowd of guys, there he is. It had been a few hours and the pair of you did what you always did, you found a space on your own and talked about everything, anything. You had no idea why you always did that, sure he was your best friend but you totally acted like an exclusive couple. You rarely saw one without the other, you were lost in your own little world together and yet still you didn’t realise what was right in front of you.

“It’s a little crowded in here and I’m sure Derek’s waiting up for you” Liam said, nervously biting his bottom lip and glancing over your shoulder. “I don’t need werewolf powers to know your trying to hide something from me” you said with a raised eyebrow. You began to turn around but he grabbed your shoulders to keep you still. “Okay… that was weird” you said, brushing his hands off. You stared at him and watched as he relaxed, before quickly turning around before he could stop you again. That’s when you saw it. Your ex boyfriend making out with a girl in the corner of the room. You couldn’t help but stare, you wanted to look away but seeing him brought back some emotions that you didn’t want to feel again. Liam stood beside you awkwardly, hearing your thumping heartbeat. He had liked you since forever and there you were, getting all chocked up over your ass of an ex. “Are you okay?” he practically whispered. Of course he cared about you and didn’t like seeing you upset, but it was hard to watch you get upset over the boy you had liked, the boy that had called you his girl, the boy that used to give you quick kisses in the hallway and endured the whole relationship talk from your brother and uncle. The talk he dreaded but so desperately wanted to have with you by his side. “What are we staring at, oh-” Mason said after seeing you two stood dead in the middle of the club. “What a dick” you managed to say. A small smile tugged at Liam’s lips after hearing and smelling the anger now raiding from you, rather than upset and jealousy. “Do you want to get out of here?” Mason asked, to make up for Liam’s silence. “Nope” you said bluntly, storming over to the bar. “Oh shi-” Liam began saying, while rushing after you, followed by Mason.

“Do you not remember your brother telling you not to get drunk?” Liam asked in disbelief, as the bar attender placed a line of shots in front of you. “Vaguely” you said, knocking back the first one. “Y/n, don’t you dare take one more sip” he tried to say with authority. You looked at him in the eye as you knocked back another and slammed the empty glass on the table. “She’s underage, this girl right here is underage drinking” Liam exclaimed loudly while pointing at you, earning him a few weird looks. He glared at the bar attender, waiting for him to do something but he simply shrugged and carried on serving. “Are you kidding me? Do you even check anyone’s fake ID in here?”  for once he was outraged by this, whereas any other time he wouldn’t of bat an eyelid to it. “Liam! There you are, I need you to carry a few boxes from the store room” Hayden said between breaths. “I cant right now” Liam shook his head, moving the fourth shot away from your already tipsy self. “Liam you promised you would help if I got you in” she huffed, handing a glow stick to a half naked drunk beside her. “Li, I’ll look after her while you’re gone. I like this club and quite frankly I like the people in it” Mason smiled flirtatiously at the barman. “Fine, I’ll be right back. Don’t move” he said sternly, before following Hayden through the crowd.

“Mason! What the hell?!”. He was now chatting to the barman while they drank together. “Oh fuck, I completely forgot” he stood up and stared at his best friend in both concern and guilt. “Derek’s going to kill me” he mumbled. “And my boss is going to kill me if someone doesn’t pay for the bottle of scotch she stole” the bar attender hinted. Liam gave a loud sigh and shoved the money from his pocket onto the bar, before closing his eyes and trying his hardest to focus. He knew your heartbeat from a mile off but you were surrounded by out of breath and horny teens. He bumped into a few large sweaty guys before he finally found you in the middle of the dancefloor. “Woah” he said as he just about caught you from falling. “Heyyy Liammmmm” you slurred with a giggle. “I am so dead” he squinted, smelling the alcohol on your breath. “So I know I’m supposed to stay at yours… but I think I’m going to another club after this with that guy over there” you gestured to an older looking guy standing in the corner of the room, that was still checking you out. “No you’re not Y/N, your brother thinks your staying with Lydia later tonight, he doesn’t know your staying at mine and he certainly wouldn’t let you stay with him” he said jealously, you had promised to stay at his because he was having trouble sleeping alone and Mason was already staying 3 nights a week because of this. “Oh pleaseeee Liammmm, I just want to have funn and make my dickbag ex jealous, lets see how he likes it” you half slurred. “The only one feeling jealous right now is me” he mumbled. “Huh?” you asked, drawing your attention back to him and his bright blue eyes. “Uhm nothing, come on lets go” he said, gently grabbing your wrist. About three minutes ago you would’ve objected and made a scene but something felt different in the way he spoke to you. He’d always been caring but tonight it was as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him.

Mason reluctantly dropped the two of you at Liam’s, mainly because you getting drunk was all his fault. Liam helped your giddy and staggering self out of the car, before carrying you bridal style into the house and up the stairs. He placed you on his bed and sighed, of course you looked stunning in your tight dress, heels and makeup, but the Y/N he fell in love with was underneath all that with sweatpants and one of his baggy hoodies on. “So where did you put your bag with your pjs and stuff in?” he asked awkwardly. “Ermmmm, I think its at the bar” you giggled in your drunken state, not knowing you’d regret it later. “I guess you can borrow some of mine” he offered, with a small smile. He pulled out a plain t-shirt before coming stuck as to what bottoms to give you. He usually only slept in boxers, because of the whole wolf heat thing. “It’s ok, it’s hot anyway ill just wear the top” you claimed from behind him. He turned around to hand it you, “OH MY GOD” he accidently shouted, before covering his eyes. “AHH WHAT?” you screamed back, turning to look behind you. “Why don’t you have any clothes on?” he asked in a panic. “I have a bra and underwear on Liam, just give me the top” you snatched It out of his hands with scoff. “Ok, have you got it on?” he asked. “Yep” you replied. He uncovered his eyes to see you in his tight black t-shirt that was oversized on you and your black underwear that showed every time you lifted your arms up or stretched, but as much as he wanted to look, he owed it to your non drunk usual self not to, he respected you way too much to do that. You flopped onto his bed and stared at the ceiling, you parted your lips as if you were going to say something before simply letting the air escape. “Okay, so I’ll be on the couch downstairs if you need anything” he said, as he began to back out of the door. You simply hummed in response and covered yourself poorly with his blanket.

You glanced at the clock beside Liam’s bed, it was three in the morning and you hadn’t got an ounce of sleep. Normally Liam would sleep on the floor beside the bed but even he knew something felt different. You had sobered up a bit more, but you weren’t exactly thinking as straight as you would have. You wrapped yourself in his blanket and slowly crept downstairs and into the living room, you were still sort of stumbling. “Liam, Liam are you awake?” you asked, not being able to see that well. “Yeah” he replied, glowing his eyes gold so you could locate which couch he was on. You walked over to him and he moved, to allow some room for you. You wrapped the blanket around you both and lay next to him. “Why are you still awake?” he asked. “Why are you?” you returned. “Just thinking” he said laconically. “Same” you agreed. You both went to speak at the same time, before both erupting into a quiet laugh. “Drunk me heard what you said earlier, is it true?” you questioned. “Is what true?” he said, almost defensively. “That you were jealous” you said, moving your head to look up at him. “Yes” he admitted. He’d never had the courage to tell you before, but there you were, the girl of his dreams in his t-shirt looking more beautiful than ever. “Now why would you be jealous?” you pried, with a teasing voice. “Because I like you” he said, you could feel his quick beating heart. “Well I like you too” you admitted. “Wait what?” he was in shock to say the least. “And I always will” you continued, turning around so he was now spooning you. “So what does this mean?” he asked, not sure if he was dreaming. He waited for a response, before realising you were asleep. He sighed and wrapped his arms around you, feeling the fabric of his shirt and your bare legs against him, he never wanted this moment to end.

“Omg, I cant see” you whined, referring to the bright light that was directly in your eyes. “Y/n, Y/n, get up” Liam said quietly. You opened your eyes and sat up. “OH SHIT” you accidently said out loud. “So I ran into Scott and Lydia earlier tonight, neither of them had a clue where you where” your brother boomed. When your eyes adjusted fully, you saw Derek and Liam’s step dad staring at you from across the living room, he clearly came home earlier than expected from his night shift. You guiltily looked at Liam, who still had his arm around you, you quickly jumped apart and began explaining two different stories at the same time. “Where are your clothes?” Derek shouted, horrified. “It’s not what it looks like” you said, as Liam rubbed the back of his neck. “I forgot my clothes, so Liam leant me his” you smiled awkwardly. “I really don’t know what brotherly talk I’m supposed to have right now” he said. “Liam how come you never told me you had a girlfriend?” his step dad asked. But before Liam could open his mouth to do the whole ‘just best friends’ speech, you answered for him. “Well actually we weren’t exactly made official until earlier tonight” you stated, watching Liam’s eyes widen and a smile grow uncontrollably on his face. It was soon time for your brother to give the whole protective older brother speech, while you and Liam held hands underneath the blanket. A smirk spread across both of your faces, the next hour was hell but you finally had each other to endure it with.

Sorry it’s not too fluffy I just wanted to make It different from a lot of the ones out there with a similar plot line. Requests are open x

Originally posted by fatenumberfor

Based on the prompt: “I accidentally called you my girlfriend today.’’

Seunghoon fluff, mini scenario of 719 words.


“I accidentally called you my girlfriend today.”

“Oh lighten up will you—” You spin around to look at him from over the kitchen island, surprised at his unexpected answer in return to your usual so, how was your day?

“Wait, w-what?”

You were prepared for a mopey Lee Seunghoon, terribly exhausted yet undeniably clingy as he always was whenever he gets a chance to see you in between the chaos that is his schedule.

But this, this, you weren’t prepared for.

“What?” You whisper out, wide eyed as you tiptoe towards the couch where he laid, his damp, mussed, fresh out of the shower head resting on the arm, eyes following you innocently as you neared.

“I called you my girlfriend.” He repeats sheepishly, and you wish you looked half as proud as he did, eyes crinkling in utmost delight.

“Hoon…” Your voice is quiet, brows furrowing lightly when you kneel down to meet him at eye level. Seunghoon sighs, shoulders slumping down when he senses the disapproval in your tone, one that is for all the right reasons. At least you like to think so.

“Well you are, and it’s not like anyone expected otherwise.” He pushes himself off his stomach, crossing his legs as he sits down and gives you a sidelong glance.

It’s true. How you and him are more like a public secret, but given the nature of his job, you didn’t dare to make anything official. If you still wanted to see the light of day that is.

“Come here.” Seunghoon taps the empty space next to him, giving in to you as you brood over the arm of the couch, still on the floor. “Before I come get you myself.”

As tempting as it was, you remain by the floor and Seunghoon quirks a brow at your persistence, heaving off the couch as his long legs round the furniture over to you.

“It’s not that big of a deal, besides the boys knew already.” His skinned knees bumps gently against yours when he takes his seat beside you. A smile curls the corner of your lips at what you just heard yet the feeling of dread swelled your heart still, what would other people think?

What do you mean you weren’t together before? What the fuck?” A laugh spills out of you and you instantly knew who it was your boyfriend was imitating at the overly exaggerated bass of his voice, who probably had the same amount of exaggerated shock on his face— Song dramatic Minho.

“What about the others, Hoon? What will they say?” You fiddle the hem of your t-shirt, looking absently down to your bare feet.

Silence hung between you and him, you can almost hear him scurrying his mind for an answer that he knows won’t do any justice. All of a sudden Seunghoon grabs onto your knees, twisting you around to face him, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin in efforts to comfort you.

“They’ll hate you.”

Your eyes fly open, gaping in disbelief and he stifles the biggest smile. It earned him a smack to the shoulder and he tugs your wrist, locking his fingers in between yours.

“It’s true, you know. I’m not going to sugar coat it or hide it from you, but that’s just how cruel the world is sometimes.” 

Like his gaze, his voice is warm and soft but you can’t quite miss the ache hinting from underneath, “There will always be people that don’t like you for no reason at all, so I’m going to tell you how it is.”

You look at Seunghoon in a serious tone this time, your chest tightening at how vulnerable he suddenly looks, Lee Seunghoon stripped from his walls and invincible facade.

“But that doesn’t matter because there will be those that love you, so much you’ll think that you don’t deserve a speck of it.” A small smile crawls over his face, searching your face with a look you couldn’t pinpoint.

“You’re being too serious, it’s starting to creep me out.” You narrow your eyes at him and he grins, sinking his teeth to his lip as he fights his amusement. It was times like these you could never tell whether he was genuine or not.

“They’ll love you, okay? How can anyone not?”


All I Can Taste Is This Moment

Anon: “Could I have a vampire! Gerard imagine”


(Y/N)’S POV

In a society where vampires live among humans, there’s bound to be some tension between the two. The former more than likely hated the latter but every group has its stereotype as well as the select few who go against it. Not all vampires were as bad as the rest and not all humans hated vampires. You? Well, you like to say you don’t have an opinion. The vampires don’t bother or harm you and you don’t bother them. Sure, they could kill you at any given moment, but humans have been doing the same to each other forever. These stereotypes led to some vampires keeping themselves secret which obviously only creates more anxiety between the two groups. But again, you really don’t care, as long as they don’t bother you, you won’t bother them. You’d only ever had one bad encounter with vampires and you try to forgive and forget. You forgive because you don’t want to judge an entire species based on what could be an isolated incident. You forget because….well because it was traumatic. Since then you’ve had no problems with them and you’d like to keep it that way. Let people live their lives in peace for god’s sake.

You close your locker and make your way to 4th period. You sit down next to your lab partner, Gerard who was already waiting for you in his seat. He smiles at you as you sit down next to him. Gerard was one of those kids who just doesn’t really bother anyone and floats through the school which is why you two easily made friends. He’s actually you’re only friend. People avoid you almost as much as they avoid vampires but you could care less (though you were super excited to have a friend when Gerard started talking to you). He’s really nice and you guys sometimes talk outside of class. He has come over your house a couple times to work on a project since you’re lab partners. He’s been talking to you more and more often though recently

“Hey, (Y/N).” He says, resting his head in his hand.

“Hey. How was your weekend?” You ask as other students begin to file in.

“Pretty good. You?” He asks to which you reply with a shrug as the teacher walks in and everyone quiets down.

“Alright guys, today we're going to start a project that might take about a week. You’ll have time to work in class today and tomorrow but you and your partner will need to coordinate to finish the rest. You’ll need to research and present in class about one of the topics on the handout that’s being passed around.”

You and Gerard looked at each other and he winked which made you chuckle.

At the end of the period, you pack up your things and start planning with Gerard about the assignment.

“So we gonna go over my house again?” You ask and he shrugs.

“I guess yeah. You’re house is a lot nicer than mine so…” he rubs the back of his neck and gives an embarrassed smile. You just nod and hoist your bag onto your back.

“Alright. Wanna start tomorrow after school?” He nods as you both walk out the door of the classroom.

“Okay. See ya around.” You say as you part ways. He waves as he starts walking down the hall, away from you.

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It’s Tuesday and you stand by the front doors waiting for Gerard so you can walk to your house and work on the research part of the assignment. When he emerges from the doorway, he looks left then right and when he sees you his eyes almost light up.

“Sorry, I had to talk to Ms. Thompson after class.” He says as you start walking away from the school.

“No worries.” You say.

Once you get to your house you immediately go up to your room, laying everything out on your bed. You work for about 2 hours before you get tired and take a break. You decide to order a pizza and just watch tv on your bed.

“You sure you don’t want any?” You ask with a mouth full of pizza. He just shakes his head again.

“Nah I’m good. Thanks though.” He says and smiles. You lean into his chest and he drapes an arm around your shoulders as you munch on the pizza.

After you finished eating, you and Gerard started watching some movie on tv. You feel yourself dozing off but are awoken by the sound of his voice.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” He asks.

“Yeah?” You look up at him. He gulps before speaking.

“How would feel if…if I told you I wanna be more than friends? That I’ve actually fallen pretty god damn hard for you and I can’t ignore it anymore?”

You quickly pivot your body so you’re facing him. Where the hell did this come from? You hadn’t told anyone how you felt about Gerard so there’s no way he found out. Did he just actually feel the same as you and without any hints decided to ask? You sit with wide eyes and an open mouth, unable to form words.

“I get it…if you don’t wanna. I-I just…dammit I made it awkward.” He turns away and runs a hand through his hair.

“N-no! I just…I’m surprised because I’ve liked you for a while a-and then, I don’t know it’s just-” he giggles at your awkwardness and cuts you off my attaching your lips. You smile into the kiss as things begin to get heated. He leans forward, slowly pushing you back onto the couch so he’s basically on top of you. The only thing you can hear is your heart beating in your ears as he begins kissing down your jawline and attaches his lips to your neck. You moan and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

Suddenly, everything is stripped from the moment as a familiar sharp pain pinches your neck. You gasp and open your eyes struggling to do anything but be frozen and helpless under who you thought was your friend. Memories flood back of the only other time you’ve felt this pain, when you were attacked and shoved into an alley by vampires who took what they wanted and left you. You finally find the strength to try and push Gerard off you as tears stream down your face. You stand up and back away from him, staring at the fangs that poke out on top of his blood dripping lips. You are in complete shock. Gerard, a vampire? How had you been friends with someone for so long and not know that they were a vampire? Is this all he wanted from you? Your blood? We’re you ever even friends? No. Just like the others. They took what they wanted and left you just like Gerard was about to do. You felt betrayed. Manipulated.

“What the hell!! How….how could you?! Is that what this is all for? Did you get what you wanted?!”

You sob, continually backing away from him as he walked towards you. Seeing his true colors was frightening. You had been friends with this mother fucker! And all the while he had an agenda and a goal: to get your blood.

“(Y/N), wait! That’s not it! I didn’t mean to! I-” you shake your head, not wanting to hear what he has to say.

“Get out!” You yell, pointing towards the door.

“(Y/N), please!! I love you! I wasn’t in control! I don’t know what happened, I j-” He begs. He almost looks as if he’s about to cry. But a vampire can’t be capable of actually feeling emotions. You have to remind yourself that you don’t even know him anymore. That it was all an act.

“GET. OUT. GERARD. Please! Just go…” you sink to the floor, bawling into your hands. After a few moments you hear the door shut.


GERARD’S POV

“DAMMIT!” I yell as I storm down the street, going nowhere in particular. I couldn’t control myself, her scent was literally driving me insane. I had managed to block it out but after she wrapped her arms around my neck and started pulling me closer, I let my guard down and I just couldn’t stop myself anymore. I wasn’t in control, I didn’t wanna do it! Now I’ve not only lost a friend, but the girl I finally got the courage to ask out now hates.

“Why am I like this? Why was I born this way!?!” I yell into the seemingly empty city.

I wander around, kicking rocks for a couple hours, trying to clear my head. I’d been walking so long that the sun had gone down. I take a deep breath and decide to go back. I don’t know why, I know she’s still mad at me. But I can’t stand us ending on bad terms, even if she still doesn’t want to be friends.

It took me about 30 minutes to get to (Y/N)’s house. Once I get there, I knock on the door. (Y/N) opens the door with red eyes and a tear stained face. When she looks up and sees me her eyes go wide and she immediately tries to slam the door shut but I stop it with my forearm.

“(Y/N), wait!” I say holding the door open. She eventually sighs and gives up, breaking down into tears.

“What, Gerard? What else could you possibly want from me?” She asks exasperatedly.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I-I don’t know why but when I was kissing you I just completely lost control. I didn’t want to hurt you, I swear! I wish that hadn’t happened but I wasn’t in control of my actions. I promise, that wasn’t me. I would never intentionally harm you in any way. Please believe me. I can’t lose you.” I say honestly, my head cocked to the side a little. She bites her lip and looks down at her shoes, tucking a small strand of hair behind her ear.

“Can I just ask you one question?” She says timidly, looking up at me. I nod, looking at her worriedly.

“Do you actually love me?” She asks. I chuckle at the question and look down at her. I chuckled because I couldn’t imagine my life if I didn’t love her. Who would I think about all day? Would I actually get things done because I’m not distracted by thought of her? I don’t wanna know. I want (Y/N). I smile at my hands, too nervous to speak my mind to her face.

“I feel as though I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love you, (Y/N). I am madly, completely, insanely, head over heels in love with you. I love the feeling I get when I’m around you. I hope it never goes away. I love the way your face lights up when you get excited, it’s adorable. I love that you treat me so well. When I’m with you I feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be and I don’t wanna be anywhere else. You’re just incredible, I don’t know, I can’t explain it. I’m just under your spell I guess.” She smiles up at me with tears in her eyes and wraps her arms around me, pulling me into a hug. Her hand grazes my jawline as the space between our faces gets smaller and smaller. I put a hand on her waist and as soon as our lips are about to touch she jumps back, looking at me worriedly.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, my eyebrows drawn together in concern.

“W-what if you can’t control yourself again?” She asks timidly. I shake my head.

“After I uh….ya know, earlier, the craving went away. I promise I’m 100% in control of my actions.”

I assure her as I hold her hands and look into her eyes. As she stared back into mine, she seems to believe me as she reaches up and grabs my face in her hands as she connects our lips. It’s the best feeling in the world when my lips are on hers. It’s as if nothing else is going on except us, in this moment, right now. Vampires, humans, it doesn’t matter because (Y/N) (Y/L/N) loves me back and that makes everything absolutely fucking perfect.

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n. 14 please? solangelo?

#14- “How can I hate someone that I’m in love with?”


A defeated sigh escaped from his lips as the deadly silent apartment welcomed inside, the usually cheerful and bright environment having been replaced by a gloomy aura, no lights present to help him make his way through the shadows in any way. Nico couldn’t recall when was the last time the place looked so void of life, his mind couldn’t seem to come up with any situation when that had been the case, even before the flat had become a property of his the rooms always appeared to have life of his own. The brown eyed wondered, as his melancholic glance analyzed his grim surroundings, what exactly had been the cause of it suddenly being stripped of all the colorful energy he had always linked to the area. In all honesty, he could make himself an idea.

It had been an accident, he hadn’t meant for it to happen, it just… It just did, he was there for a moment and then, the following second, just in the blink of an eye, his mouth decided to start spilling out words out of control, not giving his brain enough time to actually think about what he was saying and he cursed himself for that. You did it again, Nico thought for what possibly was the third time in a row as he somewhat hesitantly moved his arm to turn a few of the lights of the narrowed corridor on, a previously hidden path making its way towards him, you managed to blew something important once more.

He felt a sudden wave of anger rushing through his veins, fueling the anger he could feel growing inside of him even more, making it impossible for the owner of the dark chocolate irises to see a color other than red, the exact same thick shade that he could imagine his fearsome blood being: angry, unmerciful. If only he had controlled his emotions back on that moment, if only he had kept them in line when every single one of his actions mattered to the current scene being played out on reality. It was somewhat ironic the more he thought about it: Nico was in hat exact position simply because he couldn’t help but getting angry at the wrong person and there he was now, getting angry over it. He assumed, however, that this time it was justified, the wrong person wasn’t being given the blame; he had been the one at fault, nothing could change that.

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The King is a teacher figure to Lightning, I think this is,,,great?? I mean we all do love The King buT. He cares about Lightning, don’t tell me otherwise. The King would be like going to McQueen after his crash and McQueen suddenly sees Doc in Strip?? Like????? Wow? Could you imagine that? The King is going to be like Doc?? Caring for McQueen? He’ll be there for him? Encouraging him? And WHAT IF he became Lightning’s new crew chief since Cruz is going to be the new Dinoco sponser????? 

That’s it. I say The King is a teacher figure to Lightning,,,

I’m not crying?? 

Okay… if this is true I have a some things to say about this.

First of all, what the ever loving fuck Teen Wolf? I really don’t get why they’re making female characters, who they’ve built up and developed, suddenly have their story stripped and made all about the male characters. NEWS FLASH TEEN WOLF: Stiles - the fuck boy - ain’t that special to have yet another character ruined for him. Does he have a chocolate flavoured dick or something? Jesus the dude is a piece of shit.

Moving on… now… I hate Stydia with very fibre of my being. But Lydia didn’t “steal Stiles”. Come on.. Stiles may have used Malia and played with her feelings because Snake Martin wouldn’t open her legs for him at the time but “stealing”? Just no.

Teen Wolf… come on. You already fucked with Malydia by turning Lydia into a selfish snake cunt don’t ruin it more by creating jealously bullshit.

Now I’m going to contradict myself here - I hate that they’re making Malia like this; making her into Lydia - BUT it’s not Lydia doesn’t deserve it for being an awful “friend” and a reptilian ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So in conclusion: if this is real and Teen Wolf has really ruined yet another character in order to glorify their favourite abusive mayonnaise fuck boy then…. we were right in our assumptions: that TW doesn’t give a fuck about any of their characters expect Stiles - don’t give a fuck about any of their fans except the Stydia Fandom.

Originally posted by rigr

  • Rin doesn’t mind - in fact, he’s probably used to it from being around Shura
  • he starts having a problem with it if there’s someone else in the house (ex. another boy)
  • when it first happens, he probably stars at you a lot

Originally posted by elliejoys

  • Bon is surprised by it when it first happens
  • “Y/N, what are you doing stripping so suddenly!?” “hm, oh sorry”
  • he quickly gets used to it though over a few weeks of staying at your place
  • he also doesn’t have a problem with it during the summer time because he also doesn’t like being super hot

Originally posted by john-sama

  • Konekomaru is embarrassed to look at you when it first happens
  • it takes him a few months to get used to seeing you with your shirt off
  • asks you to put your shirt back on if you have company at home
  • overall, he can be uncomfortable about it at times, but mainly he doesn’t have a huge problem with it
This Means War, Soulmate

Originally posted by tomshardy

Steve Rogers x Reader

Request:  Like the above AU but you only get highlights for the dyed color of your soulmate’s hair. If your hair color returns to normal, it means your soulmate has returned to their natural hair color too. Omg with Steve please because how cute would it be p, Steve with ombré hair. :) xx oneshot??

a/n: this. This is what I need. OMG IMAGINE BUCKY THOUGH
(^^^ obviously not ready for Civil War)

Genre: Romance, Humor, Family, Friendship, Adventure(??)

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Swearing, teasing Bucky, 

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines, Captain

Soulmate AU: You and Your soulmate have highlights of each others dyed hair and if your soulmate goes back to a natural look, your hair returns to normal.

It had started during late May. Steve and everyone were in the living room, playing cards, when suddenly strips of Steve’s hair slowly started to brighten into a (color). Everyone had commented on it and, with a mirror in front of the captain, they watched as the strands then darkened into the (color). Bucky smirked. 

“Wow, never thought you’d look good with (color) lowlights, punk.”

Steve was wide eyed. His soulmate died her hair (color)? He was gonna have to walk around with this and he sighed, rubbing his eyes and Tony said.

“You should dye your hair as payback and see what happens.”

Steve perked up a bit and Clint grinned. 

“i wonder what his soulmate will do to get back at him if he does.”

Steve had to admit, the (color) did look nice but the idea was better and he smiled. 

“Temporary hair dye that can wash out easily should be fine to use. Let’s do it!”

Never had the Captain felt more daring but later, never had he felt more regret as it started a war he wasn’t about to stop.

–READER POV-

You knew that dying your hair would affect your soulmate but you really needed a change. The (natural hair color) was just getting so old and bland and you felt that dying your hair would do some good. So, you had went to the store, grabbed about two boxes of (color) hair dye and went home, immediately going to work. You were satisfied with the look afterwards but worried. What would your soulmate think? Were they angry that they now had (color) low lights in their hair? You didn’t know. So when you awoke the next morning with green strips in your hair, almost staring mockingly back at you, you were horrified to realize that you looked like a fucking walking Christmas tree. You knew what this meant. 

Your soulmate has declared war on you and you were gonna make them feel the heat.

You had gone out and bought at least 37 different boxes of hair dye, the cashier giggling as she knew what was going on and had given you a discount because of it. You felt great and grabbed a temporary bright orange, setting to work on getting that god awful green out of your hair. 

Steve was laughing with Bucky and the rest of the team when strips of his hair turned from (color) to bright orange. Tony hollered with laughter and took a pic as Bucky snorted behind his hand. Tony grabbed red, white, and blue and said. 

“We should give her an idea of who you are.”

“Tony, that’s the first good idea I’ve ever heard come from your mouth.”

Natasha said. Tony gawked and replied, a hand to his heart. 

“Why, Natasha, your words wound me so.”

“Shut up and get this Star Spangled Man with a Plan some new Strands.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

You awoke the enxt morning to red, white, and blue strips in your hair and smacked a hand to your face. Someone was feeling a little Independent and patriotic. You rolled your eyes and turned on the TV to the news, eating cereal and not paying attention until the reporter said. 

“And it looks like Captain America decided to further show his love for America by dying his hair red, white and Blue and look! It looks like he’s trying to find his soulmate too.”

“Aw, Janice that’s so adorable. i wonder how his soulmate feels about having hair like that!”

You looked up and choked on your cereal, seeing the picture of the Captain and a sign that said. 

‘When You wanna give up, meet me at the Brooklyn Cafe, Soulmate. I’ll be looking forward to it, doll.’

You almost fainted. Your soulmate was Captain America? It explained the red, white, and blue strands in your hair and you giggled, grabbing your purse, tying your hair up and you tugged on some shoes, and set off. When you walked out, people gawked, realizing that you were his soulmate and some people yelled. ‘Knock him dead!’ 

there he was, in all his glory, pun intended. You gulped in a breath of air and you walked to him, saying while crossing your arms and jutting your hips, a smirk playing your lips. 

“You know, I was hoping you would give up, but now I see why you are so stubborn. It’s nice to meet you, soulmate.”

Steve’s eyes hot up to yours and a smile played at his lips, his eyes widening and lighting up in glee as he took your hand and kissed it, winking confidently. 

“Well, I never was one to back down from a fight.”

[END]

OHMYGOD. lol, here you are @always-a-marvel-addict. You wanted to be tagged so here ye are!!

COLLEGE: Morality [M]

Member: Namjoon | Genre: Smut | Word Count: 2.1k  |  © 

Parts: Teaser | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 [Complete]

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Imagine loving Merle but it ruins your friendship with Beth (smut)

(So I hope I got this request right and you all like it!! :D Yay for my first Merle smut XD it was time!! PS. I changed the plot slightly but I felt like it was more interesting that way…so hope it’s okay and it’s not too long :3 Gifs not mine/Found them on Google/Credits to the owner.)

After months of losing Merle, you and the group had met the Hershel’s on their farm and had since traveled together.

You had a little thing going on with him before it all happened but unfortunately it had been too late.

Luckily, you had found yourself feeling better day by day in the company of Beth and soon the two of you had become the best of friends.

You were inseparable and spent most of your time together doing everything and anything girls would do.

One day, you had told her about your little thing with Merle and she couldn’t help but be curious and ask more of you.

She asked how he looked like and how he was for you to love him so much.

Soon, it seems he became a daily subject of discussion and you couldn’t help but gush over him and you noticed that somehow her too.

~~~~

One night, she had ask you more of him as you both laid in your bed next to one another.

“So…Is he anything like Daryl?”

You chuckled and shook your head.

“Not at all! He’s way too loud and doesn’t shy away from the things he wants!”

She chuckled and looking away from you, said, “Hmm…the more I hear about him from you…the more he sounds interesting…”

Her tone changed slightly and as you looked over, said “Yeah…he is but unfortunately nothing more happened between us…he got handcuffed and since…”

She nodded her head and looked back saying “Oh…I get it…but you still like him?”

You shyly smiled and looking over to her, nodded.

“Yeah…I’ll never forget the way he looked at me…”

Although she smiled back at you, for some reason you noticed something off with her. Her eyes weren’t sharing the same happiness.

You noticed it always happened when you’d tell her about your love for Merle and you couldn’t help but wonder why.

However, whenever you’d ask she’d deny it completely and sometimes just change subject matter.

~~~~~

To your surprise after that night, Rick and the others came back.

Among your friends, you noticed Merle and you felt your heart skip a beat.

He walked in the prison,  over confidently as usual and seeing you, he winked.

“Y/N? Damn…you’re still lookin’ good…”

You don’t know what took you but you just had to run over to hug him.

As you did, he spun you around out of happiness and laughed seeing you in tears.

Once he stopped, you noticed Beth crossing her arms and while throwing  her slightly irritated gaze at the both of you.

Although it worried you, you thought about Merle and couldn’t help but feel happier with him back.

~~~~

After everyone ate, you spent the evening in his company and you both caught up with one another.

You went over to his cell and as he talked, you remembered what attracted you to him and couldn’t wait to tell him about your feelings.

Sitting from across his room, you looked over to him. It had gotten very late and you had no choice but to whisper at this point.

“Merle…I just want you to know that…I’m really happy that you’re back…I missed you so much…”

He noticed the sparkle in your eyes and how sweetly your voice suddenly sounded.

He was intrigued and thinking about how you both used to flirt with one another, he knew he wanted more.

With his index, he slowly signaled you over to him and said “Come here…”

You slowly got up and walked over to him.

He sat up from his bed and as you got closer to him, reached for your hand and looked up at you.

“Saying things like that…So you still have a thing for me, don’t you?”

You swallowed feeling shy from him, and ended up nodding.

He smirked and got up saying, “Ah…Good…I still like you too…A lot…so how about you follow my lead then…”

He stood behind you, and you started to feel nervous but you let out a breathy

“Ok…”

Without looking away from you, he chuckled and suddenly ordered you.

“Strip. Take everything off.”

You were shocked but from his tone and feeling his gaze from behind, you couldn’t deny him and did just as he asked of you.

He stared at you up and down and just couldn’t wait to have his fun with you.

Suddenly his good hand trail the side of your body and instantly you felt a shivering and tingling sensation.

He stopped on your ass and slowly groped and grabbed. He pulled you close to him with his other hand and whispered in your ear.

“Good girl…Now how about you lay on that bed…”

He started to kiss your ear and slowly trailed down your neck. You want to feel him more, but you knew you just  had to continue with his little “game”.

You slowly parted away from and went on to crawl on the bed. However, as you did, Merle chuckled and smirking decided to give a hard slap on the ass, making you hold in your moan from the pleasure and pain you felt.

As you laid there, he stood at the end of the bed and said “Spread your legs for me…and touch yourself…”

Slightly embarrassed about his request, you wanted to try and stall him but his stern tone and gaze made you do otherwise.

Sitting up slightly on his pillow, you followed his order and parted your legs. Your hand slid from your stomach to your thigh and finally to your opening.

You froze for a moment and suddenly you heard Merle.

“Go on…Please yourself…”

Looking over at him, you nodded and slowly started to touch your fold.

With two fingers, you massaged your folds to the point of feeling yourself getting wet.

Closing your eyes, you let out a few sighs.

You heard him chuckle and decided to open your eyes, only to see his hand reaching to unbuckle his belt.

Seeing him doing it with his one hand, you wondered if he needed help.

“M-Merle…do you want me t-”

He put a finger to his lips and shushed you.

“No…I want you to keep touching yourself…”

You nodded and he went on, and later managed to unzip his pants and took it off and reaching in his boxers.

You then noticed him stroking himself and you couldn’t help but become more turned on, making you reach for your clit instead.

You let out some moans and he didn’t hesitate to laugh and nod.

“That’s right, Y/N…That’s what I wanted…”

From the speed he touched himself at, his tone changed slightly and he continued saying, “Tell me…When you touch yourself like that…Who do you think about?”

With no hesitation in your voice, you answered to him honestly.

“I-I think about you…You, Merle…No one else…”

Hearing you call his name so wantonly sounded satisfying to his ear and made him go a little faster.

You both seemed to please yourselves at the same speed and Merle couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Good…Because when I’d do this…I’d think about you…about doing stuff to you…And now i’m going to make it all happen…”

Feeling like he should go further with you, he took off his shirt and finally climbed onto the bed.

With hungry eyes, he stared into your eyes, smirking and pulling your thighs closer to him to settle between your legs.

You gasp at the sudden pull, yet couldn’t get your hand off yourself, feeling near your slight peak.

“M-Merle! What else do you want me to do?!”

Licking his lips, he stared down at your hand and back at you.

“I want you to stop touching yourself…”

You were surprised and actually didn’t felt like doing so.

“B-but Merle…I’m almost…”

He shook his head and inched closer to kiss you.

It was your first kiss with him and you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. it was even better than what you would’ve imagined. He was rough,  dominating you and practically making you beg for more.

He parted from you and groaned “Y/N…You’re my good girl…so you listen to me…Stop touching yourself now…”

You ended up nodding and as soon as your hand left, you felt his hand taking your place to rub you.

You moaned his name and wrapped your arms around his neck to hold onto him.

He chuckled and pulled you even closer to his arousal, only to lift you and lay you down on the bed.

Laying on top of you, he then pushed himself inside of you and started to thrust.

You felt our walls stretching and adjusting slowly to his length.

His pace was slow and sloppy and you couldn’t deny the pleasure of feeling him so deeply inside.

As he looked at your eager expression, lust suddenly overwhelmed him making him roughly claim your lips.

You felt his tongue dance inside with yours and let out some moans.

Building up his pace, he started to trail his lips to your neck and collarbones, making sure to mark you as his.

He panted and groaned feeling your walls clenching and how wet you were.

“You’re mine now…Every part of you…You like this don’t you?! Answer me!”

You felt the knot in your stomach tightening even more and in a state of pleasure, you answered him.

“Yes…Merle…Deeper…Deeper…Harder!”

He chuckled and in that instant heeded to your request.

You felt your orgasm finally washing over you hard and so did Merle.

He smiled looking at you hold onto him and as you rode it out, his thrust got even harder and faster making sure to finally release.

“Fuck, Y/N! Fuck!”

As he felt like coming, he pulled out and managed to release onto your stomach.

You gasp feeling the warm substance and as he caught his breath, he smiled and nodded.

“You look good with your legs spread open and with my cum on you like this…A shame I’ll have to wipe it off…”

He took a cloth nearby and wiped it off for you. He then went to lay next to you and pulled you in a tight embrace.

He couldn’t stop smiling and neither could you. You kissed his nose and his forehead and said, “Merle…I-I forgot to tell you that I love you, you know…”

He laughed and nodded.

“Yeah…I got that from the moment you ran to hug me in front of everyone…”

He kissed you back and slowly you drifted to sleep.

~~~~

As you woke up in the morning, you heard Merle snoring and felt his heart beat. It was so quiet and peaceful until you heard some footsteps and a familiar voice calling you.

“Y/N?!”

You turned to see Beth in shock and anger. You slowly got up from Merle’s embrace and before you could say anything she ran away.

You dressed up quickly and went to follow her.

~~~~

“Beth, wait!”

She turned to look at you and started to yell.

“What were you doing with him? Do you still love him that much?!”

You then realized she must’ve been jealous over you and him being together and realized she did had a thing for him. 

You were about to explain it to her but once again she walked away from you and made it clear to not follow her.

“Don’t say anything! I don’t want to hear it! Go away! Go with him! Just leave me alone! I don’t ever want to talk to you anymore!”

You sighed and reluctantly decided to go back to Merle’s cell and let her calm down from what was happening.

~~~~~

Thinking about you and him being together, Beth started to tear up and went to her cell.

She backed against the wall and slid herself down. She sat holding herself and cried her heart out.

Maggie noticed the commotion and went over to her. Sitting next to her, she stroked her hair and Beth decided to hold her.

Maggie then asked “What’s wrong, Beth? What happened between you two?”

Still sobbing she managed to whisper “It’s Y/N…She’s with him…She’s still in love with him…It means she’s never seen me that way…and she’ll never be with me…”

Maggie was stunned to hear her and couldn’t help but comfort her as best as she could.