the honesty of walking

It Takes Two (2) - Negan Imagine

Chapter Summary: During an unexpected visit, you finally reveal your feelings to Negan - gaining an unexpected response from him. 

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Prompt: You live in Alexandria with your very sassy daughter, Riley. After Negan takes over, Riley grows to be the one and only person that challenges him - and to say the least, he loves it. 

Word Count: 2.3k 

Fandom: The Walking Dead 

Warnings & A/N: okay wow, everyone loves this story. THANKFULLY I love it too, aka i’ll actually update this story a lot like the responsible fic writer that i am not | *spoilers* (i think) mention of Negan’s backstory 

Theme: angst

Playlist | Tags: (if you want off or on the tag list let me know!) @negan–is–god @deepsouth


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Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

Originally posted by diver5ion

A few days had passed since you had last seen Negan. Since then, you couldn’t seem to keep him off of your mind. You were stuck in a loop of pondering just who he was. You kept thinking it’d only be for the best - no matter Riley’s new obsession with Lucille - to keep her away from Negan.

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this a post (complete with links, pictures and other tips) dedicated to all of you struggling through what seems to be a hell they call high school. i get it. i struggled through it, all my friends endured it and you’re probably in the same boat of wanting to throw yourself down each flight of stairs that presents itself. but please don’t do that! i’m here to help, friend!! this is a comprehensive list of all the things i learned from my time in high school. i hope this helps at least one person out there! as always, if you guys have any questions, my ask box is open :)

before we get into it: this is a link to my study routine because some people have been asking for it and don’t have a section in this post to put it under so i’m just going to leave it here.

self-care advice:

okay so, i’m going to be completely upfront with you. high school is hard. it’s especially hard if you want to do well. i can honestly say that senior year took its toll in more ways than one when i didn’t take care of myself or pay attention to my body’s needs. so here are some self-care tips to keep you happy & healthy.

1. eat a lot & stay hydrated

when you’re trying to finish a 2000 word essay, or pretty much all but shoving toothpicks in your eyes to stay up studying for an exam the next day, food is your best friend. food helps your brain work better and you’ll find that your concentration levels increase when you study on a filled stomach. there are lots of brain foods out there like dark chocolate, nuts, vegetable sticks etc. but don’t forget to reward yourself with a food of your choice after you feel like you’ve done a lot of work. couple all of this with lots of water to keep you feeling refreshed.

2. pamper yourself

i am completely aware of the fact that high school students don’t have the time to go to a spa or sauna every other weekend. however, you deserve a nice long bath or a good face scrub every now and then. other things you can indulge in:

  • sheet masks
  • body lotion (especially the nice smelling ones)
  • scented candles
  • hand cream
  • nail polish
  • eye masks
  • a good facial cleanser
  • serums
  • bath bombs

and the list goes on. trust me, being physically relaxed plays a big part in how your brain performs. if you feel a bit gross, take a shower before you start studying. it’s little things like that that’ll make a massive difference.

3. sleep

everyone says it, i know. but it’s so important. if you don’t get sleep the night before because you were cramming for tomorrow morning’s exam, go home and take a nap in the afternoon. get some shuteye in one form or another. pls. 

4. believe in yourself

it sounds so weird, and it’s usually not included in posts like these but in my opinion it’s one of, if not the most, important factor in high school success. think about it. if you’re spending those years of your life doubting whether your answer is correct, whether your science report is as good as the next person’s or whether your friends truly like you, you’re using up a lot of energy that could be used for things that’ll actually benefit you in the long run. that’s why my blog is titled “breathe” - because that’s exactly what you have to do, and sometimes that’s the only thing you can do in order to keep going. chin up. you’re going to be okay. you’re doing great. i believe in you. and you should believe in you too. 

organisational tips:

1. plan everything

i’m telling you now, get some kind of planning system. whether you want to use a bullet journal, a planner, a diary, an app, a computer program or your grandma’s paper napkins, seriously just pick something. when you have seven different classes and you have assessment for each, i highly doubt you’re going to remember every task that goes along with them. so, just take my word for it and plan plan plan.

here’s a link to how i used my planner back in high school. 

i also recommend a whiteboard monthly calendar so you can keep track of all of the important dates you need to remember.

2. post-its

i love love love post-its. i honestly can’t stop myself from buying them - especially the cute animal ones. post-its saved my butt when keeping my books organised and easy to navigate. you can use them to separate different semesters, chapters, lectures, topics etc. i also use post-its to mark any questions, sections or subjects that i’m unsure of so that i can ask my teacher about it the next day. i then write down the answer or explanation on a separate sticky note and stick it next to the question so i can refer back to it when studying for exams.

+ look at all the different kinds of cute post-its you can get!

so you can obviously get all your standard, basic post-its.

buuutttttttt, you can also get all of these fun ones too! they make studying a lot easier and a lot more fun, trust me. 

3. figure out a system that works for you

so in high school, i liked having notebooks for each class and having an accordion folder to hold all my papers. that worked perfectly fine for me but there may be other methods that work better for you. i suggest, especially if you’re just about to start or just started high school, that you experiment with different organisational systems to find which one suits you best.

i’ve got a page dedicated to my favourite supplies and how i use them. i hope you can get some inspiration from it in some way. 

motivational tips:


go on google, tumblr, facebook, instagram, weheartit or whatever tickles your fancy and search up some quotes that inspire you. it sounds really corny, but i’m telling you that it works. i had three quotes above my desk and they always used to motivate me when all i could think about was crashing into the comfort of my blankets. i would pick quotes and write/draw them out myself so i could add my own spin on them. i used:

  • “make hermione proud”
  • “effort only fully releases its rewards to those who refuse to quit”
  • “you have galaxies in your head, don’t let anyone tell you you cannot shine”


2. studyblr

this community! it’s the best motivation in my opinion. whenever i was in a procrastination slump, i would scroll through the studyblr tag or scroll through studyblr blogs and before i knew it i’d be ready to study for another hour. it’s honestly one of the most helpful resources, and if it’s available to you then i definitely recommend that you use it!

3. music

get yourself a study playlist. it’s amazing what music can do for your mood. add a mix of songs that will get you pumped to blitz through that 5-star difficulty chemistry question and songs that will help you concentrate when you need to find the right word for that english essay. studying when it’s dead quiet is weirdly deafening to me and i can’t concentrate if there isn’t some sort of background noise. just add whatever helps you - whether it be panic!, classical or in my case, kpop hehe

i have a playlist suggestion on my blog if you want to try listening to some new songs. :)

that’s all, folks!

in all honesty, high school isn’t going to be a walk in the park if you want to succeed. it takes dedication, a lot of persistence and a consistent work ethic. you need to know what you’re aiming for, and you need to want it just as much, if not more, than the person who wants the same thing. my high school experience was stressful and anxiety inducing, but i can honestly say that the rewards on the flip side are very much worth it. you’ve got this. you’ll do a lot more than survive. you will succeed. 

you can do it! i believe in you! 

stay motivated x

Sassy Andrew Minyard

  • A liar who practices occasional honesty. Clever. Keeps people guessing. Very effective.
  • Neil is a walking tragedy.
  • Look again, why don’t you? Neil’s at our room, which meant he brought the fight to us. Dan, your bias is cruel and unprofessional.
  • Hey, Neil. Honesty looks awful on you.
  • Sometimes you’re interesting enough to keep around. Other times you’re so astoundingly stupid I can barely stand the sight of you.
  • Sarcasm from Neil? Your repertoire of talents is ever-expanding.
  • Appealing to my nonexistent attention span is a cheap trick.
  • I’m remembering why I don’t like you.“
    “I’m surprised you forgot.”
    “I didn’t,” Andrew said. “I just got distracted for a moment there.
  • Oh, Neil. You are far too heavy to tread ice this thin.
  • Is your learning curve a horizontal line?
  • Andrew put a hand to his forehead dramatically. “I think I’m coming down with something. Cough, cough. Best I leave before I infect your team. There’s so few of them left. You can’t stand to lose anyone else.”
  • “I’m not here for your entertainment,” Neil said. “
    But, as expected, you are talented enough to multitask.”
  • "Jean, Hey, Jean. Jean Valjean. Hey. Hey. Hello.”
  • You have a pet and you never told us? Where do you keep it, Kevin?
Damien's Rough Morning. (TW: dysphoria)

I’m sorry I have the tendency to project on my favorite characters, esp ones I relate to. I needed to write this out. Smallmarch undertones. Plus I’m not a great writer I just wanted to vent into writing so… Sorry?


One extraordinarily bright morning, Damien discovered his curtains were not quite closed and his face just happened to be in the line of fire. He groaned softly and was prepared to cover his face and go back to sleep– it was his day off, who could blame him– and as soon as he rolled over he was aware of the soreness in his upper body. He looked down to realize that he was not in his usual black baggy t-shirt for bed, but instead his binder. He frowned, silently cursing himself as he sat up. Damien was usually so careful about binding, but he must have been so tired after his shift the night before that he forgot to take it off.
Binding safety had always been his number one priority… If it was done wrong, his top surgery could be complicated.
Letting out a huge sigh, he swung his feet over the edge of the bed and trudged into the bathroom for his morning routine.

When he was out of the shower, he wrapped himself in a long black silk robe and made his way to the kitchen to make breakfast for Lucien. He got out his gluten-free pancake mix and the rest of the ingredients, his robe loosening as he moved about the room. He kept tightening the knot and adjusting the sleeves, irritated. He felt like sobbing; while his chest wasn’t as prominent as before, they were still very much there, and he hated it.

Lucien’s heavy combat boots stopped down the hallway as he was getting ready for school. He was a senior now, and his schedule had thankfully allowed him to start the day later on. He was surprised to see his dad out of his usual attire. “Hey… Something happen to your vest or something?”

Damien shook his head, “No, son. Do you want blueberries?”

“Yeah, on the side.” Lucien sat at the breakfast table as his dad finished up the pancakes and brought them to the table. As Damien sat down, his son could clearly see that he had been crying. “…are you ok?”

Damien, who was forking his pancake, looked up, tugging a stray hair behind his ear. He cleared his throat. “…hard morning.” Was all he could manage.

Lucien frowned. “Is.. is it a dysphoria thing? If.. that’s the case I can stay home. I mean…”

“Yes. It is. But Lucien, you will not use me as an excuse not to go to school. You have to get your Government grades up. I’ll be fine.” Damien sighed. He was usually good at fronting an image when this happened, but he was clearly struggling. He felt bad leaning on his son for support.

“..Okay.” Lucien said, scarfing down the last of his pancake. He made it a point to be more thankful. “I really appreciate you… Making breakfast. Uh… I love you, Dad.” He offered a small smile to his father.

“I love you too, son.” Damien felt a little better knowing that his son was always supportive and knew that he was having an incredibly hard time.

Damien began to clean up breakfast, quietly thanking Lucien for giving him something else to intensely focus on. He then received a message from Robert.

‘Lucien told me you’re having a rough morning. I’m coming over.’

Sure enough, less than a minute later, there was a knock at the door. Robert let himself in, closing the large doors behind him. “Damien?”

Damien frowned. “Please don’t look at me right now, Robert. I’m terribly under dressed, and I am quite uncomfortable at the moment.”

Robert sighed, raising his voice slightly so he could be heard. “I could bring you some… Baggy clothing? And then you could walk over to my place and play with Betsy. That usually helps.”

“… That sounds great.” Damien replied after a moment, hiding away in the kitchen still.

“I’ll be right back with the clothes.”

“I’ll be outside the lavatory, if you could please set the clothes outside them and knock on the door when they are there.”

“Sure thing.” Robert says as he turns around to leave.

When Robert returns again, he could hear quiet sobs coming from the bathroom. He hated seeing Damien like this. He set the clothes on the floor in front of the door and knocked softly. He knew Damien wasn’t okay, and there was no point in asking.

When Damien finally got changed he walked out in a huge baggy black shirt and cargo pants. His hair was tied up. It, in all honesty, was different, but was a good look. They walked silently to Robert’s and Betsy immediately greeted to two, focusing on Damien. She hated seeing one of her favorite humans sad and tried her best to console him with kisses.

The three of them curled up on the couch, watching Long Haul Paranormal Ice Road Ghost Truckers. Damien felt a lot better, having someone who cared, a dog, and a brief distraction from reality as he took a nap on Robert’s shoulder, Betsy sprawled out in both of their laps.


Requested: Can you do an imagine based off taylor swift’s mine (more specifically the ‘And I remember that fight, two-thirty a.m cause everything was slipping right out of our hands I ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the street braced myself for the goodbye, cause that’s all I’ve ever known then, you took me by surprise you said, “I’ll never leave you alone”

Your name: submit What is this?


You’ve been fighting with Shawn so much more than normal lately, and you’re not even really sure why. The smallest disagreements have turned into huge arguments, and you have both been having such a hard time getting along. Throughout your relationship, there were always those moments, even in the midst of arguments, where you realized that you love Shawn so much. Sometimes that even scares you. This is the realest love you’ve ever felt in your entire life. But the truth is, you’ve never known love to last forever. In your experience, good things don’t last, and even the most authentic love eventually fades. 

This past week, and all the little arguments have made it clear to you that this relationship is probably going to be over. And tonight, after the fight you just had, it has all become too real. The tears stream down your face. This is the end. Shawn is still angry, the argument doesn’t matter to you anymore, all that matters is the only thing you’ve ever known to come after something like this. You run outside, knowing it’s over and you don’t want to be in his apartment anymore. You need fresh air. You know you need to leave. The faster you leave, the less it should hurt. You need to protect yourself. Everyone is always just out to protect themselves. That’s why people are always so quick to leave. 

The door slams behind you, and it is this moment that you realize in your haste to leave, you didn’t even bother to grab your phone and your keys from the kitchen counter. Before you have the energy to gather your strength to walk back upstairs into the apartment, the building door slams and through tears you see Shawn coming after you. 

Your heart nearly stops. This is it. This is when he says he’s done and you walk away. This is where the two of you say goodbye, not see you soon, but goodbye

“What are you doing, y/n?” Shawn questions, quickly closing the space between you two. 

This takes you by surprise because to you, it’s obvious what you’re doing. You’re leaving. He wasn’t supposed to ask what you were doing. He was supposed to say goodbye. To maybe say some hurtful things that you would carry with you. To tell you it’s better this way. That he doesn’t need you, that he doesn’t want you, and that it’s over because he can’t do this anymore either. 

“I’m leaving, I guess this is it.” You manage to respond, forcing yourself to keep your emotions in check. 

His eyes get wide at your statement, and he reaches out, grabbing your hand to stop you from leaving like you just said you were going to. “What do you mean? This is it?” He questions, still obviously not understanding.

You wipe away a tear with your free hand. “Aren’t you going to break up with me?” You question.

“Of course not.” He answers quickly. “I’m mad, still. Fucking pissed.” He admits, “But I’m not leaving, and I’m not letting you leave. Not like this.”

“But it’s over, isn’t it?” You ask. “You’re going to leave, and I’ll be alone.”

“No.“ he responds immediately, his grip tightening on your hand. "I’ll never leave you alone, y/n.” He pauses then adds sounding pained, “Please look at me.” You force yourself to look up and meet his eyes. “I’m not giving up. I’m not walking away.” The honesty in his eyes and the sincerity in his voice force you to believe him. For the first time in your life you’re thinking maybe he isn’t like the others in your life who have left the second things started to get rough. Maybe he really is different. You can trust that. You can trust him.

He’s still talking, still reassuring you that he’s not planning to give up on you or this relationship, but all you can focus on is the way that he’s pulled you into his arms, holding you tight. Just because you’ve watched so many people leave, so many people walk out when you trusted that they wouldn’t, doesn’t mean that the same thing is going to happen with Shawn. Standing here in the middle of the dimly lit parking garage of Shawn’s apartment, you realize that this just might be it. This isn’t something he’s willing to give up on, and you don’t want him to. Not now, not ever. 

You wanted to be the first to leave so that things would hurt less, but he’s not taking the bait because he can’t stand the idea of being the reason for you hurting at all. 

Little Stark

Was it requested: Nah mate

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Matt Murdock/reader, platonic!Danny Rand/reader, Tony Stark/sister!reader [do I need to say there’s no incest?]

Rating: Your gran’s gonna curse me by taking me to a theatre and forcing me to say the actual name of The Scottish Play

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of smut, pranks, horror films, platonic bed sharing. 

Summary: Your life is hectic, what with being the Iron Fist’s best friend, Tony’s Stark’s sister, and Bruce Banner’s assistant, but suddenly things become a little better, but also a little worse, when you meet Matt Murdock. 

Author’s Note: This is a long-ass fic, for one. Two, my Matt skills are a little rusty. Three, I’ve never written Danny Rand before, so forgive me. 

Tagging: @damnbuvky @lj-laufeypevensieweasley @tinaruthbelcher 

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the story behind this photo is honestly the greatest.So when I approached then ( they are HUGE by the way ), Norman had this gigantic smile on his face and was like holding his arms out like if he touched me he’d break me because he’s sooo tall. So then when JDM went to go pull me into a hug, Norman pulled me into one and said “Stay away from him” and JDM burst into the cute laughter and did that pose then when the picture was taken, JDM pulled me into a long hug. Honestly very sweet guys.

Tyler Joseph / Twenty One Pilots Albums in Feelings
  • No Phun Intended: Wrapped under the covers in your bed in the dark. Others would hear silence, you hear voices. Criticizing, somber voices. Sleepless nights. Being alone. Longing. Shame.
  • Twenty One Pilots: Breaking down in front of someone. Pencil drawings during history class. Helping someone who has it just as bad. Dim, orange light peeking through your curtains as the sun sets. Promises. Honesty. Wanting faith.
  • Regional at Best: Walking down a sidewalk at noon on a sunny day. Unintended snapping. Acting like you're great all the time when you're great half the time. Monotone ramblings. Begging. Lonely summer days.
  • Vessel: Winter. Optimism. Alone, but not completely. Coming of age. Writing in an old notebook. Snow. Moonlight coming in through a window. Smiles without the teeth. Old hoodies. Bursts of light.
  • Blurryface: Growing confidence. Finding a real friend. Driving at night, driving fast. Wisdom. Been there, done that. Sympathy. Giving better advice than when you were young. Faking it sometimes. Still having some doubts. A lot of doubts some days. Forgetting. Remembering. Making good memories to always remember and never forget. Constants. Reading a reminiscent letter. Moving on. Helping others. Finishing a long journey. Seeing light at the end of a tunnel.
Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

You pressed the buzzer on the door juggling takeout food in your arms along with a bag of your things. You smiled when you heard Lori barking on the other side of the door. You chuckled when you heard crashing sounds follow the barking.

“Coming!” Christian yelled from his apartment.

A few moments later he opened the door and sported his usual grin. It must have been hot in his apartment because he was wearing shorts with no shirt on.

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Kneel For Me


Word count: 7.5k+

Genre: angst/fluff/smut

Tags/Warnings: omegaverse, alpha/beta/omega dynamcs, nails onback, marking, bonding, light cursing, talk of abuse, talk of rape (very brief), talk of being beaten, ruts, heats, slavery, auction, alpha!phil, omega!dan, fighting, mates, soulmate au??, cum inside, cum play??, rough, unintentional teasing, slow burn??, biting, birth control talk, beta!pj, phil’s rich and famous, talk of abusive bdsm, talk of abuse in general, brat!dan,i think thats all

Fifteen minutes till ten, the cab pulled up to the glitzy building, fairly large but not overwhelming. The elegant, shining sign read ‘The Den’ and as I got out, a tall burly man came up to me, head bowing and I was quick to hand over my coat and scarf.

“Thank you, Max.”

“My pleasure, Mr. Lester.” Said the man, finally looking up to meet my eyes.

Walking inside and through the corridor, I was led to a door, the entire hallway lit dimly with fading red lights, scandalous photos lined the walls, I’d seen it all before and felt no interest any longer.

As I walked through the door, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, stress leaving my mind. I smiled lazily, breathing in the strong scent of omega, that’s what I was here for, taking the flute of champagne offered to me by a curvy, blonde, beta girl I knew as Louise.

I took my usual seat at a table in the front corner; good view, but still hidden away. I roll my shoulders, flicking my hand up for the waiter, ordering a whiskey on ice per routine. As the waiter turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of a lengthy omega through the curtain of the stage, smirking at the small boy, I watched him roll his eyes and disappear.

It had been a while since I had taken any interest in an omega. I came to the auctions, looked at them all, and decided they were all the same. Given every omega is raised to be a very specific way so any good omega wouldn’t be much different from any other in mannerisms, but I wasn’t looking into whether or not the omega could cook or clean, I saw that all the boys were the same. No spark in their eyes, like they had lost all of their will to be their own person. A mindless slave to whichever alpha payed the highest price. I couldn’t have that, and this one seemed just the opposite of the others in that sense.

The lights dimmed, pulling me from my reverie; it was time for the auction to begin. The omegas came out in an order; the easiest to control to the hardest. When it got to the last few, most men had left but I stayed, I knew who I was taking home.

A frail looking, frightened boy had just gone off stage, sold to a rather gentle looking alpha of, going off looks, around 20 or so years old. I smiled thinking of how well that would turn out for them, and then he was up on stage.

Feet stomping, the wide, old man looked at the crowd, or rather just me, seeing as everyone else had left. The presenter looked nervous, probably because there’d never been anyone who stuck around this long.

“Eddy, why are you making me come up here?! No one ever stays this-” The boy was cut off by a harsh look from this so called “Eddy”.

I smirked as the omega finally looked my way, grimacing when he caught my eyes. After a pregnant pause, I turned my gaze onto the presenter, quirking my eyebrow in a silent gesture to get on with it.

He looked startled but continued nevertheless, “Omega Daniel James Howell is 26 years old, weighs 80 kg, and is 193 cm.” Eddy coughed warily.

“Oh bloody hell, just spit it out so I can go to bed, I haven’t wanked in days and the amount of tension that isn’t sexual in this room right now is making me unbelievably horny.” Daniel spat out, making me splutter a bit, choking on a sip of my whiskey.

I began laughing, cheeks growing warm with amusement. “You can run the information by me later. I’ll take him.”

“What?!” They both yelled, incredulous.

“Bidding starts at 15,000?” Eddy questioned more than stated.

“I said I’ll take him, I’ll put down 30,000 pounds.” Daniel scoffed.

“Listen, I’m sure you probably think you’re some good guy, you know for taking the unwanted omega and all, but you aren’t and I can guarantee you don’t want me.”

“I like your spirit. I’m tired of the shell of a human I could get in any omega. You aren’t charity work. I think I know better than you what I want, thank you, Daniel.”

I could see the confusion swimming in his eyes, “Just, um, just Dan.”

“Alright, just Dan.” I stood up from my chair, heading to the back to hand over a check, then get Dan and his things.

Eddy took my check with wary hands, like he thought I was gonna back out and yell at him or something. “So tell me about him?”

Eddy smiled, “Kid’s been through a lot. He’s real stubborn, got a good sense of humor, and is loaded with attitude. Doesn’t like to be told what to do or how to do it. He’ll keep you on your toes. You’ll love the kid once you get to know him, I promise you that.” I smiled kindly at his honesty, appreciative that Dan had someone here to look after him.

I walked down another long hallway, feet creating a vibrating stomp that reverberated through the corridor. Eddy led me through the door, what I saw there made my eyes widen in shock, omegas caged and whimpering. I could smell the hormones coming from them, at least five of them were in heat. I shuddered, I’d been to plenty of auctions, but never bought one, so I’d never seen what the homing looks like. I felt sick to my stomach, wanting to just take them all with me, but I knew I couldn’t.

I reached Dan’s cage, a little smaller than a jail cell, he had to hunch over to stand in it, he was gathering his things which looked to be just a few pants and t-shirts, a sweater or two, and a book into a satchel. My heart thrummed watching him angrily pack away his belongings, glaring at me whenever he had to turn to face me.

I waited patiently, though a little anxiously, my alpha doesn’t like being in this confined space that smells of unmated omegas in heat. I only had eyes for Dan, but my instincts begged to go after any of the omegas in heat, their smell was made to be intoxicating to an alpha, and if my assumptions of the auction house not letting them use suppressants is anything to go by, then that’s why it’s even stronger. I’d have to ask Dan if he wanted to take suppressants.

Finally, Dan finished, hesitantly stepping out, flinching when my hand reached for him causing me to retract it back to my own side, smiling warmly at him when his eyes flashed with shock before quickly returning to their seemingly nearly constant state of apathy.


The drive home was quiet, almost tangibly tense. My mind reeled with how I could cure the awkward atmosphere that we were sitting in. Dan eyes were glued to the window, watching the city as we drove through it, but my eyes were glued to him; he was utterly beautiful. I couldn’t wrap my head around how I’d managed to get so lucky so as to find him before someone else.

I took his slender frame in; his slim legs, slightly pudgy stomach, and worn out eyes. I sighed to myself, I was already wrapped around his fingers.

“Dan?” His head turned to acknowledge me.

“Yes…master?” His voice cracked over the word ‘master’ as if he physically couldn’t bear to be saying it.

“Please, call me Phil.” Exhibit A of me being whipped for him. Dan was my first buy at an auction house, but he wasn’t my first submissive. I already had quite the reputation for my aggressive domination preferences. Among owning the most successful radio station agency all of the United Kingdom has on record, I’m renowned for my tally marks of omegas being driven away by my unmistakably extreme discipline techniques.

“Okay, Phil.” His voice was timid, as if he were waiting for me to shout that I was just kidding and then send him back to the house. The thought made me a little sick, how much had this poor boy gone through?

“The ride back is pretty long, I live on the edge of town, and I really hate tense silences, and I also thought that we don’t really know anything about each other and now we’re going to be living togeth-”

Dan interrupted me, “And whose fault is that?” His eyes turned to stare into my own, ice cold and a little hurt.

“Oh. Ok, yeah you’re right, I’ll shut up now, sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it, I was just trying to, uhm, I don’t really know honestly, I’m just rambling now, I’ll shut up. Sorry again.”

A long, pregnant silenced followed my weak attempt at conversation. Never in my life had I been so disrespected and then responded by acting like a kicked puppy, and I refused to let it start now. There was a reason I was an Alpha.

“Actually, all I’m trying to do is get to know you and let you get to know me so you can feel a little more safe, and it’s a lot more than a lot of alphas would do after they /bought/ an omega.” I growled, eyes never leaving the back of Dan’s head.

He slowly turned to me, “Sorry, I was just bought by a stranger, earlier I was beaten to a pulp, the only thing that stopped them from raping me was that I have my virginity and without it, I’m basically worthless. So yeah, sorry, Phil, I don’t really want to let you ‘get to know me’ right now.” His words stung in the way that I knew I was the one in the wrong and I shouldn’t have made him feel obligated to me anything about himself.


The next two weeks went similarly, as much as I tried to reach out to Dan, he just kept rejecting me. Every part of my alpha wanted to be close to him, but it seemed as though Dan’s Omega couldn’t disagree more. The only time Dan even seemed partially content in speaking with me was when I had broached the subject of repressents and birth controls, which he was eager to get started on.

That was the night that I brought him home, he hasn’t said more than twenty words to me, all of which were curt answers to direct questions I’d asked him over the last two weeks. At this point I was questioning giving up, my wolf was in physical pain from being this close to an omega and not being able to be close in a physical sense. Not to mention that my rut was due to start in just two more weeks, I’d figured Dan and I would be close enough over a month for him to help me through it, but with the way things were looking for us right now, I figured I’d have to send him to the basement or a friend’s house for the week, which only sounded depressing and lonely, not to mention cruel.

But what could I do when he wouldn’t even try? Was I so appalling? The worst of it was that the more I watched him the more I couldn’t help loving him, everything about him was so soft. His eyes took everything in with amazement, brow scrunched when he read anything even remotely interesting, his long legs always strewn about haphazardly around him, cheek bones high and catching the sun. I’d only seen him smile once, and it sent a rush of a mixture of jealousy and affection through me; he’d been sat with the household cook, watching him make a grilled cheese, and upon listening to something the chef, Nick, said, his face burst into a wide grin, dimple popping on his face, and a fondness took me by surprise, he was just so damn adorable.

Most days I’d wake to an empty feeling, the feeling told me what I almost wished wasn’t true, Dan was my mate. This morning though there was a sharp, stinging pain in my head, my wolf whimpering and a throbbing in my chest. My whole body hurt.

My wolf couldn’t handle the rejection anymore, I needed to sort it out with Dan; now.

I dragged myself out of bed, trying to think of how I could attempt speaking with Dan about trying to be actual mates and not make him want to kill me.

I got to the top of the stairs when a stabbing pain hit me in the abdomen, sending me to my knees, I curled in on myself, letting out a small whimper, fuck this hurt so bad, I’d never felt this way about any boy or girl before, my wolf knew Dan was our moon mate and not having any connection with him, physically or mentally, was taking a toll on my alpha.

Suddenly hands were gripping my arms and sides, pulling me up from the ground, I barely registered that I was being taken back to my room and to the bathroom, the tile floors cooling me down, but the pain only continued on. My brain barely registered the panicked voice of Dan but I could literally feel relief rush through me when his hands grabbed my sweat dampened t-shirt. My muscles relaxed, body deflating into Dan before I gripped him around the waist, supporting myself on him.

Before I could even pull myself together, Dan pulled back from me, standing again and scoffing. “Not even worth it.” A dry sob heaved my chest. I felt sick, so I threw up; for the first time in my life, my body didn’t know how to handle my wolf, he was sick. He needed his mate, but his mate didn’t need him.


After that, I closed myself off, what good was it to fight for an omega who clearly didn’t want me? moon mates or not, Dan wanted nothing to do with me.

A week had passed without change, my wolf went into hiding, he couldn’t be seen as the rejected alpha, so he chose to not come out, I couldn’t speak with him anymore, my nightly runs had stopped, I felt like I had a missing limb.

When I realized that my rut was due in a week, I knew I needed to figure out what to do with Dan, he certainly couldn’t be here, not with my wolf so desperate for connection with his mate.

I called up Pj, he’d know what to do. Pj had been my best friend and assistant for as long as I could remember, his parents were servants to my mother and father and when they gave birth to Pj, he was assigned to be my beta. It was by luck that we got on so well, since the beginning, I’ve always tried my best to make ours an equally yoked friendship, Pj meant more to me than just a slave, he was truly the only person I could trust in my life.

Before long Pj knocked on my bedroom door, “Honestly, Phil, it’s after twelve and I have to get up early to make sure your life is perfect.”

I shrugged sheepishly, “I’m sorry, Peej, I’m just freaking out about Dan, he won’t let me anywhere near him and my rut is due next week and I don’t know what to do with him. I can’t have him in this house with me, but I would hate to make him move when he’s only just gotten here.”

“Well,” Pj thought for a moment before lighting up, “How would you feel about you going somewhere instead of him?”

“Is that even possible?” I questioned.

“I know just the place!” He smiled at me.

Pj told me about this home a few hours from here for unmated alphas to spend their ruts, a sort of homing situation. I’d have to check in a full twenty-four hours before my rut would be due to start, but it was clean, comfortable, and omega-free.

After Peej left, I felt way less anxious about going into rut, and fell into a deep slumber, dreaming about Dan and having kits with him, only to awake to reality.


Two days before my rut, I cautiously walked to the door of Dan’s room, set up right across from mine. I knocked softly, “Dan? Can I speak with you?” The door opened slowly, letting a hesitant Dan poke his head through.

“Actually can we not?” I cocked my head in confusion, “I can smell it on you, it’s really annoying.” His explanation only managed to irk me more than I already was.

“My most sincere apologies.” I said sarcastically, “That’s what I came to talk to you about anyway; may I come in?”

“No. And no, I won’t help you through your rut. So you might as well leave.” His tone was condescendingly polite.

“So fucking assumptuous. Will you please come outside into the hallway and stop acting like a petulant child, so I can talk with you like we actually live together?”

Dan’s body stiffened, a quick nod later and the door widened just slightly, not enough for me to see inside but enough for Dan to step outside, head bowing as if he couldn’t physically help it; he probably couldn’t.

“I came to tell you that due to certain circumstance, aka you hating my guts-”

“I don’t hate your guts!” Dan defended himself.

I laughed loudly, only catching my breath a minute later, sighing and straightening out to catch Dan’s death glare, “Hate to break it to you, but you sure act like it. Anyways, because my wolf is currently at a weakened state because of a lack of bond with his mate, I’m not very stable and would be even worse during rut. I didn’t want to move you anywhere, you’re probably only just getting adjusted to being here, so I’m going to be away at an omega-free rutting house a few hours from here. I leave tonight, wanted to tell you so that, by some Christmas miracle in August, you actually feel like talking to me, I won’t be here. I’ll be out of your hair now.” And with that I turned and began walking away.

“Wait!” I turned back to find him chewing on his bottom lip, hesitancy clearly swimming in his features, “It’s not, um, my fault that you’re sick, right?”

I scoffed, “Why pretend like you care? It’s not your fault you don’t want me, but yes, I’m sick because my wolf doesn’t have any connection to you.”

Dan’s eyes squeezed shut, “I, uh, I didn’t want you to be my mate.”

“Well anyone could’ve guessed that, love. I just didn’t realize I was so intolerable that even my destined lover can’t stand me.”

“You aren’t intolerable!”

“You know what, Dan, stop acting like you’ve been treating me like anything better than dirt. If you really hate it here so much, you can go back! I’m sorry your life has sucked and I genuinely despise anybody who tried to or succeeded in hurting you, but I’m not out to get you and you need to stop acting like I am. All you’ve done since you met me is judge me, and I’m not perfect but at least I tried. You didn’t even bother. So yeah it feels a little like you hate me, and me feeling like that is not my fault. I’ve got to rest before I leave.” And with that I went into my own room, falling face first into my bed with a growl. Every part of me wants him so bad, why is he so infuriating?

I stipped down to my boxers, my body already over heating before my rut. Just as I laid back down there was a knock on my bedroom door. I let out a groan, “Who is it?”

“Daniel?” He asked more than stated, which was cute in an endearing way, I shook that thought off and got out of bed, not bothering to put any clothes on.

I opened the door just slightly to see Dan with a stuffed bear clutched in his hands, “What do you need?”

He shifted from foot to foot, “I, you’re right, I’ve been acting like a real brat and I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing or how I’m supposed to be doing it, but I want to start trying.” His eyes fell to the brown bear in his hands, my eyes followed, “This is Brown, I know I don’t want to help you through your rut this time, but I figured you should have something that smells like me to keep you thinking of me. Is that weird? That’s totally weird, huh. I can just not do this, sorry, I-”

“Dan!” I stopped his rambling, carefully reaching out for the bear, Dan handed it over slowly, “Thank you. Do you want to come in? We can just talk, I’d like to know a bit about you, maybe?”

Dan nodded, blush creeping up his cheeks when I opened the door a bit more, showing that I was only wearing boxers, I coughed walking over to my drawers and pulling out a pair of pajama pants, putting them on. “Sorry,” he hummed.

“Wanna play twenty questions?” I laughed.

“I’ve been waiting over twenty days to play 20 questions!”

“Shut up!” He laughed with me, and it was good, for the first time I felt like I could breathe, my wolf was finally out of hiding, jumping around in excitement. “My wolf is freaking out now that I’m finally talking to you.”

“Mine too.” We both shared soft smiles and I admired Dan’s blush.

We played a round which really just turned into asking as many questions as we wanted, whenever we wanted until we were both lying down on my bed, on our sides and facing each other. “I want to hold you, but I don’t think that’d be a great idea.”

“Why’s that?” Dan cocked his head.

“As nice as this is, I’m still pretty weak to my instincts, don’t want to get too handsy with you.”

“I don’t think I’d mind that too much.” He smiled softly, moving over until his body was flush with mine, head tucked into the crook of my neck, hot breath washing over my exposed skin, sending chills down my spine and up to my scalp. I hummed contentedly.

“We should’ve done this before I had to leave you for week.”

He sighed, “Yeah, I’m sorry about that.”

“Behind us, just wanna be with you in the now. We’ll take it as it comes. How’s that sound?”

“Good,” he softly, just barely, pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

I woke up the my bedroom door slamming open, blinking blearily up at a confused looking Pj before remember who I was tangled up with. Dan shifted, letting out a whine, shoving his face into my chest.

I smiled down at him, brushing his hair from his face, “I’ve got to go, sweetheart, stay here, rest.”

I untangled myself from Dan’s limbs, “Phil?” Dan caught my arm as I started to sit up.


“My heat is due in two weeks.”

“I thought you were taking repressents?

“I am but they can only hold my heat back by a month. My point is, I want you to help me through it, if you want.” Dan’s blush was harsh across his pale cheeks,

“If I want? Of course, Dan! I’ve gotta go now though, don’t miss me too much.” I smiled at him, and on an impulse decision, leaned in, taking his chin in the palm of my hand and brushed my lips against his, just barely.

I pulled back, watching Dan follow my lips before opening his eyes. I grabbed my bag and walked out.

As I was getting into the car, Dan ran out, yelling my name, “Wait!” His body crashed into mine, arms wrapping around my neck, “You didn’t expect me to let you leave without giving your boy a real kiss, did you?”

With that, he pulls me in, smashing our lips together, my heart beating wildly against my ribcage, his tongue licked across my bottom lip as my instincts kicked in. My arms wound around his waist turning us around so his back hit the side of the car. I pulled back, breathing heavily, string of spit between our lips, “Fuck, Dan, gonna make me lose control, can’t yet.”

“Good. Have fun, Alpha.” And he was gone back inside the house again. I turned my head to catch sight of a few paparazzi snapping shots and rolled my eyes, nothing could be private.

“Peej, don’t let Dan see the papers.”

~~ (6 days later)

!Dan’s POV!

“Pj! I’m bored, how long can one rut be!?”

Pj snorted, “When an alpha goes into rut while after he’s been in contact with his mate and his mate isn’t there to help him through it, it has been known to last up to two weeks, and be excruciatingly painful.” he explained.

My head snapped up, “Painful?”

“Yeah, sure Phil is fine though, he’s thirty, and this isn’t his first painful rut alone.”

“He’s had a mate before?” I could feel my face dropping as I said it.

“No, that’s not possible, but he has had….pets, before you, to help him through his rut.”

“Oh. Am I just another pet?” Pj full out laughed.

“No, god no, trust me, you’d know. Haven’t you ever read the papers before?!”

I shot him a ‘What’s in the papers?’ look, “Uh, what I mean is that, uhm, well, nothing, what papers? Anyways, you hungry? I’m starving!” Pj laughed nervously, I knew he was hiding something but I just didn’t know what. What could possibly be written in the papers?

I decided to go along with it for now, nodding and going downstairs to get something to eat with Peej.

It had been six days since Phil had left, and Pj was good company, but after finally letting myself be close to Phil, I missed him, it was like having withdrawls, my wolf always whines, he was nervous we’d have to spend our heat alone again, but I reassured him that Phil would take care of us.

After we ate and watched an hour or so of Winnie the Pooh, I told Pj that I was gonna head in early, but when I got back to my room, I picked up the laptop that was in this room when I got here that I had taken as my own.

I googled Phil, feeling extremely ‘schoolgirl stalking her crush who doesn’t know she exists’.

A lot more popped up than I expected though, and as I scrolled through the seemingly endless results, my stomach began to turn. I clicked on the first one that caught my eye, “All You Should Know About Phil Lester’s new boy-toy!” My heart thumped, and to my disbelief, as the page loaded, so did photos of mine and Phil’s kiss right before he left.

I read the article, finding nothing too interesting, I didn’t have any form of presence online so there wasn’t much for them to dig up. I went back to the results page, scrolling to something a few months before Phil bought me, “Another One Bites the Dust”.

“It seems as if our chaotic fave has done it again, this morning spotted a tear streaked Toby leaving the Lester residence. Intel tells us that due to some rough treatment in the name of BDSM, Toby was prompted to leave after a long and emotionally draining fight between him and Lester.”

I swallowed, I knew what BDSM was and I knew how it could go wrong. I was raised in an auction house and was trained in how to please my buyer in any way they could possibly want, textbook only, of course. I’m just not sure I want a BDSM lifestyle, it’s not like Phil is just my buyer, by some lucky chance he also ended up being my mate. I didn’t want to make him feel like he had to hide himself from me, but I don’t even know if I trust him enough for that, let alone know what I like or don’t like in bed.

I read into more personal accounts from Phil’s previous partners; he seems ruthless. They all talk of being punished for no reason or just the sheer controlling compulsiveness that he possesses, from banning them from friends and family (not that that was a concern of mine, but I did want to eventually make outside friends of my own), to watching what they’re eating, their sleeping schedules, and how they dress.

Phil was supposed to be my mate, my life partner, my equal, not someone who controls my every move. Not someone I’m afraid of.

Just as the thought crossed my mind, the door opened, and before I could move, Phil’s tired face looked in through the small crack, “Oh good, you’re up,” He came into my room, my body was frozen, even as he came to lay on the bed with me. His eyes caught the screen, just as my body jumped into action, reaching up and slamming the lid shut, or at least attempting to before his hand caught the lid, opening it back up, scanning it with his eyes before laying back, throwing his arm over his eyes and letting out a deep sigh.

“Of course.” Was all he said; my head swirled, whole body shaking.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I whispered, eyes closed.

Phil turned to me, sitting up and reaching up to me. I involuntarily flinched back from his hand, I knew my fears held no substance, I only knew what I read online. His eyes searched mine, hand stilled in the air only to drop a moment later. “Fuck, bear, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He got up and walked over to my side of the bed, sitting down next to me, “What did you read?”

“That you’re a sadist who likes to punish his subs without reason and control them. I c-can’t live like that, Phil. You’re my mate, not just my owner. Is it true? Do you like hurting the omegas in your care?” My throat clogged.

“Dan, please.” He whispered, already giving me the answer I didn’t want.

“Just, is it true or not? I want to hear it from your mouth.”

“Yes, but, Dan-” his voice pleaded, I felt sick to my stomach.

“I can’t right now, just leave, GET OUT!” An unsolicited tear fell down my cheek. I can’t believe this is the man I’m destined to fall in love with.

“Ok.” His voice trembled.

After he left I sat staring numbly at the wall, just until I heard angry shouting downstairs. “How could I let him see that?! What so now it’s my fault that you like to abuse the trust of your submissives and it got out?! That’s hilarious, Phil. Truly. I love you, but this is on you, and you alone.”

I cracked open the door to my room, tiptoeing to the staircase and quietly, “You’re right, I just, he won’t even let me near him, my wolf is already back to feeling sick, they both hate me, I’ve failed them and I feel sick. I can’t do this.” Phil’s soft voice rumbled up the stairs, my whole body wanted him next to me. But my mind didn’t know if I could or should trust him.

I came to a conclusion, cruel as it may seem, I should refrain from interacting with him to see if his reaction is violent.

My mind was set, and as I walked back to my room to turn in for the night, I heard Pj again, “Just hold on, don’t do anything rash.”

~~ (Two days later)

Phil’s POV

I couldn’t take it. I mean, did I honestly even have to explain it? The separation was killing me.

So on the beginning of the third day of Dan walking on eggshells, I went to his bedroom door, knocked twice, and then let myself in.

Dan was standing by the time I got close to him, a hint of fear in his warm brown eyes, “You’re scared of me because you think I can’t control my need to dominate? That I’ve got some need to abuse my partners? That I can’t be anything other than overly dominant?” He nods, eyes watching me warily as I nod, getting down onto my knees, spreading my knees and linking my hands behind my back with my head bowed.

“What are you doing?” He sounds concerned.

“Submitting to you.” I reply, hearing Pj coming up to the door, a slight gasp coming from him when he sees me.

“Why?” Dan’s shaky voice utters.

“Because no matter who I’ve been and who you’re afraid of me being, I’m most importantly yours. Entirely and completely; yours. You make me want to be a better man, a better alpha, and hopefully a better mate. I’ve been so stupid, and blind, I treated my subs terribly and controlled them but you’ve made me realize that life is more than just control, that life is about loving someone enough to give up control.”

“Phil.” My head fell further when I heard Dan’s voice, “Get up.” My heart sunk, how could I ever fix this? “I…want to form a coherent sentence right now about how much I’m falling for you and want to try being with you, for real, but it feels like my body is on fire.”

My nose sniffed the air, in the midst of my rambling, I’d started holding my breath and thank god I had or I wouldn’t have been able to get any of that out with that intoxicating smell polluting the air.


Fuck, my brain went into overdrive but somehow I managed to fully stand to my feet, “S-sorry, yes to all those things you said but I don’t think I can physically control myself around your smell, gonna have to go now.” I choked out, throat tight and trying not to breathe in the heady scent of Dan’s slick gushing from him.

“W-wait, you don’t want to stay? B-but I thought you wanted me?” Dan’s words came out flustered and rushed, stuttered and high pitched.

“I do! Want you that is, just don’t want you to only agree because you’re desperate.”

“Fuck, Phil, I’ve never felt more sure of anything in my life, need you inside me right now or I could blow up. Knot me, mate me, mark me. I need you everywhere. Please.”

I snapped a Dan’s confession, taking the two quick steps to stand in front of him, before thinking of Pj, I turned as Dan leaned in to kiss me, his lips pressing into my cheek as I saw the door closed. Good lad.

I focussed my attention back on Dan’s flustered form, “Sorry, bear.”

With a sense of urgency, I pressed my lips to Dan’s, pleasantly surprised at their softness.

“Just get me undressed, please, Alpha.” Dan calling me alpha struck a chord inside me, automatically sending my body into motion, my omega’s wishes are my command.

I begin trailing wet kisses down Dan’s jaw to his collar bones, lapping at the indentations of his frame, my fingers moved hurriedly over each button on his shirt, slightly perturbed that he’d chosen today to wear such a high maintenance shirt. After every button was undone, it seemed as if Dan had gone with them, his jaw was slack, lips already swollen and being chewed on, neck and chest littered with tiny red marks and dusted in a pink flush.

I took one of Dan’s pert nipples into my mouth, suckling on it while my other hand travelled to Dan’s pants, tugging on the button and zipper; as I gripped the top of Dan’s pants, his hand moved from where it was gripping the material of my shirt in a tight fist to my hair, tangling into the strands and tugging desperately.

My whole body jerked, teeth biting down on the pink nipple in my mouth, a small yelp followed by a whorish moan came from the boy above me, only encouraging me to nibble more on the spit wet nub between my lips.

I could feel every part of me buzzing with the instinctual need to take care of my boy. Once I’d gotten all of his clothes off, my eyes raked over his absolutely exquisite body; soft and sweet, but dear lord so enticing, my heart thumped to ravish him until I could no more. I stood up straight once again, grabbing Dan by his fatty hips and throwing him on the bed, quickly discarding myself of my own clothes and taking only a small moment to take him in, spread open for me on the soft pale grey sheets, slick gushing out of his sweet hole, eyes fluttering and nipples puffed and raw to match his plump lips.

Climbing onto the bed, I planted myself on top on Dan, hard cocks moving together slickly due to the copious amounts of precum oozing from the both of us, a groan sounded from Dan and I in unison causing a slightly drowsy sounding giggle to escape Dan, warming my heart.

My hand ventured between our closer than close bodies, fondling Dan’s balls for a moment, mouth capturing the noises he made as we kissed passionately. I rubbed my fingers through the slick built up around his rim, listening intently to the drunken sounds falling from the omega below me, before pushing a single digit into Dan’s hot hole.

Or at least attempting to, he was so tight that even in his naturally lubricated state, his rim wouldn’t loosen enough to take my singular digit in past its second knuckle. I worked him to take that one finger for ten minutes, apologizing for making him wait this long, especially during his heat, there was just no possible way that I could fit my cock into Dan unless he was thoroughly stretched to take three fingers comfortably. In the least boastful sounding way, I knew I was well endowed, my dick was above average in both length and width.

My worry decreased when I felt Dan’s body relax, giving way for me to attempt adding a second finger, this one easing inside a little smoother. The third managed to be a bit difficult but after some soft kisses and a handjob, Dan was able to take my three fingers eagerly.

“Please, Phil, Alpha, I can take it, please!” Dan’s rambling sent me into overdrive, my fingers pulling out of his still tight ass with a pop, my eyes rolling back into my skull at the purely erotic sound, wrapping my slick covered hand around my red, engorged member.

I met Dan’s eyes with my own, seeing the swimming lust and desperation drowning him, giving me enough conformation to begin guiding my cock to his tight ring of muscle, pressing the head in to hear a soft pop.

Dan’s hands came to rest on my shoulder blades from where they were fisted in the bedsheets, nails digging into my skin. I waited for his body to relax around me a bit, kissing all around his face, dragging my mouth down his neck and teasingly licking and nipping at where our bond mark would soon be, dragging a sultry groan from Dan’s lips, making my hips twitch, pressing just a half an inch more into the boy beneath me.

“More, more please give it all to me, want you as deep as you can be, want your knot please, Alpha!”

I sunk further into him, until my pelvic presses into Dan’s ass, gripping Dan’s thighs much too tightly to avoid leaving bruises, letting him wrap his legs around my hips, crossing his ankles at the small of my back.

I latch my mouth onto Dan’s nipple, beginning to thrust shallowly into my boy, letting Dan adjust to my movements.

After a bit my hips speed up, thrusting into Dan like it’s what I’m made for, which, taking all factors into consideration, it kinda is. Dan gets louder as I begin thrusting roughly into him, angling myself differently on each stroke until he cries out, a sob breaching his throat, hands clawing down my back. I smirk smugly, found it.

I pummel my cock deep into that spot, feeling Dan tighten around me and hearing his breaths become more and more shallow. “C-close!” I could feel myself being drawn to the edge as well, thrusts getting sloppier with each stroke, head spinning with the feeling of my knot forming, tugging just barely on Dan’s rim.

“Your body will know when to let go, bear.” I let my lips attach to the crease of Dan’s neck where his shoulder met the pale column of his throat, sucking harshly and nipping as I continued to ravish my boy.

As I was just about to be thrown into what already felt like the orgasm of my life, I opened my mouth to bite down on the bonding spot, and bite down I did. At the sensation of the beginnings of bonding with my mate, my orgasm took me, sending Dan into bliss at the same moment, my knot buried deep inside of Dan’s quivering hole. Dan was shaking beneath me, most likely the omega’s first orgasm, as I released his neck from between my teeth, letting my tongue lap over the almost gruesome looking mark, sealing it.

I couldn’t help but to collapse on Dan, carefully rearranging our bodies till I was spooning Dan, knot still pumping hot cum into his tightly sealed hole. My back stung, I knew tomorrow would come with long scratches down my back and up my chest.

I didn’t mind of course, I always thought it strange that alphas were never marked in the same aspect of physicality as omegas are. I loved that Dan marked me, it sent a sort of calm over me, knowing that I could go out swimming tomorrow and the paparazzi would see that for the first time in my track record, I had let one of my omegas touch me in a territorial sense.

I heard Dan hum contently beside me, finally joining me in the land of the living, “Hi bear, how’te you feeling?”

Dan sighed softly, “Yeah, good, so good, practically buzzing with bliss, feel really thirsty though.”

I could feel my knot pulse, having not even begun to deflate yet. I sat up as far as I could manage, grabbing the sheet at our feet and pulling it over us, “Peej! Need to ask a favor!” After a few moments Pj knocked on the door lightly, coming in a moment later.

“Everything alright?” He asked, hand covering his eyes and voice coated with genuine worry.

“More than, you can uncover your eyes, we’re covered, just need water for Dan and probably myself as well.”

Pj’s hand left his eyes, leaving after I told him what I needed and returned a minute later with two bottles of water and some crackers before leaving again and closing the door after himself.

I gave Dan his water, letting him sip on it at his own pace as I let myself admire my handiwork. I knew it’d only be a few more hours until Dan needed me again.

“Phil?” Dan’s hesitant voice broke my reverie of thought.


“I think I’m already in love with you.” I had never told someone that I loved them before, but Dan made me feel something I’d never felt before, the kind of feeling people spend their lives dreaming about.

“I am in love with you too, my Omega.” Dan hummed contentedly, snuggling impossibly further into my chest.

As the swelling finally went down on my knot, I slipped from Dan, grabbing a plug from the bedside drawer at Dan’s protests and securing my cum inside him. Dan turned around to cuddle into my chest, warm body fusing with my own, “Don’t take advantage of my heart.”

My own heart burst, “Couldn’t dream of it, little bear.” And with that I could feel every moment of my life come together in a perfectly completed puzzle; this is where I’d always been meant to end up.

And if a week later when Dan and I decided to go out for lunch after being cooped up for the last while, Dan wore a low shirt to show off his fresh bonding mark as the paparazzi snapped photos of us, capturing me nuzzling into the mark protectively (as well as possessively, but we won’t talk about that) when we got caught up in a storm of photographers, well then nobody has to know that, do they?

I tend to chew the inside of my bottom lip when I’m nervous or anxious. Right about now, it’s raw, almost numb, if that’s gives you a clue about how I’m feeling.

This morning when I woke up, I made oatmeal & let it sit until it was too thick & sticky to pick up with a spoon. I poured some milk in the bowl, watched the white trickle through the hills & mounds of oats, and had flashbacks of you biting your lip. That’s the face you’d make before you’d pull out & come on the sheets, my back or my stomach; like I was some porn star; like you didn’t caress my face a half hour earlier and tell me I “got the kind of beauty needs to be felt.” You remember how I reacted the first time you did that? Me neither, it’s fine.

I knew I had fucked up when you did that because you never asked if it was okay or cool; you assumed. Like I assumed that you really cared about me; that you were capable of loving. But that’s neither here nor there.

Somewhere between there and here though, I was late. Somewhere between my house & the drugstore, I realized that I was alone. Somewhere between my heart & my head, I decided that a baby isn’t something I needed or something that you’d want. Somewhere between my front door & the clinic my eyes started pouring and so did the sky.

This isn’t even for you. This is for me. Even if it was for you, you wouldn’t get it. By get it, I mean both understand and receive it.

I don’t want you thinking that you mean anything to me; because you shouldn’t even have to think about that. You could call now and I know I’d pick up desperately like you had something I need; because in actuality you do. I’m not exactly sure when you took it or if I gave it to you, but I know you have it. Picked it up right around the time you picked your boxers up off your bedroom floor and asked me how I was getting home. I could never make a home out of you, because men like you don’t have good foundations or sturdy walls. Your roofs leak and I’ve never been good with my hands. Any levelheaded girl would know that you needed more than just a fresh coat of paint.

I used to blame your father for leaving your mother, then your mother for leaving you be, then myself for not blaming you. But in life, you make choices. You chose to let your scars cut you again and again; to let the pain in; to let it stay. You chose to suffer.

I chose me.

The medical assistant told me it’s okay to have second thoughts. She doesn’t know this is the third clinic I’ve been to in four days. It’s not a question of whether or not I can do it. It’s a question of whether or not I want it to happen. When it does, we’re really over & I’m not sure if I’m okay with that. I’m not sure I’m even okay at all.

A smart girl would have left. She wouldn’t have had a reason to leave because she wouldn’t have come in. She wouldn’t have stay long enough to see the way you throw your head back in laughter whenever your niece dances, how your eyes squint when you smile too hard, how you crack your knuckles when you’re uncomfortable, how you breath deeply when you have to think of lie. She wouldn’t have seen you flinch the first time she reached out to touch you while you laid in bed staring into the darkness.

It’s hard to pinpoint the moment I realized I loved you. It wasn’t easy for me to admit it to myself; loving someone who proclaimed themselves incapable of love. We’d lay together, legs intertwined in a comfortable silence with your phone plugged into one of your homeboys portable speakers playing some R&B playlist you found & you’d say “you know I can’t give you what you want right? It’s what you deserve, but I just don’t think you’re gonna find it here.” What I wanted was for you to shut up.

Truthfully, I don’t regret loving you. It taught me patience & strength. Those are virtues I’m sure will be useful sometime in the future, when a child that isn’t ours won’t stop crying at 4 in the morning & I have to be up at 6.

I heard somewhere that true love is giving without the expectation of receiving. I never believed in that until you. That kind of love can’t be true though. It’s destructive, malicious even, & leaves you with a hollow chest that no amount of deep breathing can fill. The thing is, people don’t realize that you can only give what is being taken. You took my love. Honestly, if I was you, I would have to. You made me understand why hate & love are so often mistaken for each other.

You used to say I was stupid over you and I’d blush, shove you playfully, and tell you “stahpppp it” like it was a compliment; not knowing that I’d just confirmed everything you just said. It was stupid of me to think I could teach you how to love when you gave me no indication that you even wanted to learn. Stupid of me to think that I’d be the one to change you, when no one has ever changed on the basis of someone else wanting them to.

I used to go to your house when you weren’t around & sit with your mother at the kitchen table with the four mismatched chairs, hoping she’d break & tell me what I needed to do to make you love me. No one knows you better than your mother…..isn’t that what they say? I’d tell her about our arguments, things you’d said just to hurt me; to make me leave & she’d file her nails or busy herself with making some coffee. She’d clear her throat or suck her teeth, like something was stuck between them; like the truth. One day after filing her nails until perfectly round, pouring three cups of coffee and letting them sit until they were cold, she turned around to face me while leaning against the kitchen counter & folded her arms. “You know it’s true what they say…that books can’t teach you everything.” she said, looking at the floor. She looked up at me and continued “Because if they could, you’d be smart enough to see that my son doesn’t deserve a girl like you. Hell, I’m his mother and I love him, with all of me I do, but I know he’s never gonna be the man I want him to be….the kind of man you deserve. Why are you still here? You’re always here. He’s knows you’re here & he’s not even here! Doesn’t that tell you something?” She let out one of those laughs, the kind you let out when you’re convinced that what’s happening can’t be real; that it has to be a joke in order for it to make sense. I didn’t have an answer for her. Instead I moved my foot back & forth across the corner of one of the linoleum tiles on the kitchen floor that had started to lift. It made this low scraping sound that I pretended I didn’t hear. “These floors ain’t no good.” she said after realizing where the sound was coming from; “I swear any day it’ll give way right where you’re sitting.” and all of a sudden my foot stop moving because I know she wasn’t talking about the floor anymore; you remember what I said about foundations.

The chairs in the waiting room are cold & the plastic on them grabs on to your legs like it knows your secrets; what you did. I decided to stand after about 10 minutes of sitting. Nobody in the room wanted to be there. You could feel it. The receptionist kept checking the clock, then counting the people waiting with these sweeping head nods that scan the room. The medical assistant would walk in from the back of the office & sigh before calling the name of the next patient. One of the girls looked like she could be your cousin but that’s unlikely; your aunt had her on the pill as soon as she turned 15. “Listen you gotta take precaution with these young girls. I’m too young to have a grandchild & so was my mother when I had her.” I overheard her say one day when you left me in your bedroom to take a shower. It was summer time and we had just finished fucking. My skin was sticky and you’d just pushed me off of you to go shower. I turned over & laid there, letting anxiety set in. You came back in, still wet around the shoulders with the towel gripping your waist, & told me I should go home with your back to me. You were looking in the mirror brushing your hair toward your forehead. I went to the bathroom before I left; ran the water for a couple of seconds, cupped it in my hand and slushed it around my mouth, listening to it crash against my teeth and swollen bottom lip. You & blood never tasted good together.

You gotta understand that I never understood you. Now I know that it’s because there was nothing to figure out; to understand. Sometimes it’s easier to think someone is hiding some part of themselves from us; that we can get to that part if we stay long enough. In reality, it’s our own secrets & insecurities that make us believe that everyone must have them; that no one is truly transparent about their feelings. You were. When you said you couldn’t give me what I want, it wasn’t because you didn’t think you could. It was because you didn’t want to. In all honesty, I wish I could be like you; walking the earth needing & wanting for no one. Your mother told me you said you stopped saying “I love you too” when you realized that you were just saying it as a response & not because you meant it. It was never just a response for me.

They ask you if you want to see the embryo before you have the abortion. How stupid is that? Why would I want to see what I’m about to kill? So I can hate myself more? So I can think about not going through with it? Whatever the reason is, I declined the offer. It’s bad enough I dreamt about the baby ever by night. I imagined it’s face every day while I washed the dishes with my mother sitting at the kitchen table behind me, half watching/half staring at the news on the tv in the living room. “Why are you so quiet lately? You barely laugh when your brother tells those corny jokes you love so much.” she said once while she was waiting for the microwave to finish heating up her leftovers from the night before. I brushed her off, telling her I’ve just been thinking about “life”; you know like how mine would end if I told her I was pregnant.

She would have my eyes but your eyelashes because mine never curled up to the sun the way yours did. He would have your long legs but my muscles because you could never lift anything. She would have my shoulders because they’re the kind you can lean on. He would have your smile because it’s the kind that’s contagious. She would have my tenacity but your honesty because that’ll take her far, I think. He would have your curiosity, but my precaution. Then again that never helped me with you, so perhaps not. She would have my determination. He would have your arms but my hands because I can touch things and people without breaking them.

After they finished they asked me the obligatory “How are you feeling?”. I said I didn’t know because I honestly couldn’t feel anything. Physically, I felt the same as I did the day you didn’t pull out in time. I remember you breathing heavy, whispering “Ughh Shit!!” into the crook of my neck where your head always ended up. “My bad.”, you said after you’d caught your breath and for the first time I pushed you off of me, because it wasn’t your bad; it had never been your bad. It was always mine.


anon said : Monsta x reaction when they go to a supermarket or whatever and let you and other member alone, but when they back you’re in the room and comes weirds noise’s from the room but when they open the door is just you and the other member jumping on the bed (I don’t know if you get what I want mean but…)

Shownu: To say he was concerned would have been an understatement. Hearing bed springs creak and heaving breathing? uuummmm? He opened the door slowly, unsure of what he would see. Surely you’d never cheat on him… right?

He let out a sigh of relief when he saw you and Changkyun hopping around on his bed, pillows clasped tightly in your hands as you swung them to hit Changkyun. Changkyun, for his part, was trying to block the pillows with his hands, a look of concentration plastered on his face. 

To gain your attention, Shownu cleared his throat, his eyebrows raised in amusement. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was for you to hand a pillow to Changkyun and rush at him, engaging him in a 2:1 pillow fight.

“I can’t believe you would do this to me Y/N. I thought you loved me. You better start running Changkyun.”

Originally posted by monxboy

Wonho: Thumps and springs creaking from behind the door where your fellow member and lovely s/o are are not rage quelling sounds. In fact, they’re quite the opposite, at least they were for Wonho when he walked into the dorm and heard exactly those sounds coming from the room where he’d left you and Minhyuk. 

He dropped the grocery bags he’d been carrying and barged into the room only to collide with you as you jumped off the bed and onto the floor. Both of you went crashing down, Wonho grabbing your shoulders to twist your body so that his back his the ground before any part of you even touched it. You landed on top of him, knocking the air out of the both of you. Above you, Minhyuk was laughing as he continued to bounce on the bed before he jumped down beside the two of you to help you up. 

Wonho scoffed as he climbed off of the floor.

“Do you two have any idea what it sounded like you two were doing from outside?”

Originally posted by kihyuon

Minhyuk: He knew that you and Jooheon were friendly, he just didn’t think that the two of you were that friendly. However, in all honesty he didn’t have any idea what he was expecting when he walked into the room after hearing you and Jooheon giggling and bed springs creaking. 

It certainly wasn’t the two of you bouncing on the bed trying to push each other off of it. You were the first one to spot Minhyuk, though you didn’t let your immediate focus leave Jooheon. You were not going to lose this little game that boredom had created. Minhyuk simply stood there watching the two of you before sneaking around behind Jooheon and pushing him hard enough to make him lose his balance and have to jump down onto the floor. Jooheon turned to Minhyuk, a hurt look on his face in the wake of his member’s betrayal.

“Sorry Heonny, Y/N comes first!” 

Originally posted by litaeral

Kihyun: He was ready to fight whichever members were jumping on his bed. Just as he was about to open the door to confront them about it he heard a laugh that definitely didn’t belong to any of his members, but a laugh he knew all too well. 

Without thinking too hard about it, he turned the doorknob to see you and Wonho jumping between his bed and Wonho’s and making a mess of his bedsheets and pillows. Each of you had a pillow in your hand and he watched as you swung your pillow and made contact with the side of Wonho’s head. You giggled as Wonho patted his hair down, an annoyed look on his face. 

He cleared his throat loudly, sparing you from Wonho’s revenge, his eyebrow quirked and grocery bags still in hand.

“Next time you’re both going grocery shopping with me, ya nasties. You destroyed my bed…”

Originally posted by jeonsh00k

Hyungwon: His first thought was that you were playing a practical joke on him with Kihyun when he heard you whining Kihyun’s name from inside his bedroom. That thought flew out the window however when he heard his bed springs creak. You couldn’t possibly be cheating on him, and in his own bedroom??? No, there was no way.

He opened the door, bracing for the worst only to see you and Kihyun jumping on his bed, Kihyun trying to keep your phone of your reach. Hyungwon wasn’t pleased that you were messing up his bed but he wasn’t displeased in the slightest at the fact that the two of you weren’t doing what he’d thought you were doing.

He dropped the grocery bags in the doorway to gain your attention. Both you and Kihyun stopped, turning to face Hyungwon before you immediately turned back to grab your phone from Kihyun, sticking your tongue out at him as you jumped down from the bed. 

“You do realize what that sounded like, right? Freaks.”

Originally posted by min-shookga-yoongi

Jooheon: He was half ready to fight whichever member was making you laugh and half ready to cry because the bed springs were creaking. What could possibly be going on? People didn’t tend to laugh during sex so it was difficult to believe that that’s what the two of you were doing in there. He wasn’t so sure he liked any of the other possible scenarios much more. 

He dropped the grocery bags and burst through the bedroom door only to see you and Hyungwon playing Mario Cart. You were standing up on the bed trying to block Hyungwon’s view by standing behind him and placing the controller in front of his face and Hyungwon was trying to push you over to make you get out of his way. 

This… was not a scenario Jooheon had ever even considered. In fact, he would never have considered this scenario. 

Hyungwon whooped in victory as his cart crossed the finish line first. Jooheon shook his head as you sat down sadly, pushing Hyungwon over with your feet to put a halt to his victory dance.

I can’t believe these two… Oh my God.

Originally posted by wonyeols

I.M: It was like his worst nightmare was coming true. He prayed to anybody who would listen that you and Shownu weren’t doing what he thought the two of you were doing. However, the bed springs creaking and the heavy breathing didn’t do anything to quell his fears. 

He took a deep breath and pushed the bedroom door open, not even bothering to drop the grocery bags he had brought home. He didn’t make it too far into the room before he was letting out the breath he’d been holding in. 

You were jumping on his bed as you watched Shownu follow along to a workout video. You looked unamused and Changkyun figured that the reason you were jumping on his bed was because you had no desire to follow the workout video. He had a vague memory of you asking him how many calories jumping on the bed burned because, as you’d said, “anything was preferable than following Shownu’s hellish workout routine.”

He laughed, catching your attention. Before he could say anything, you spoke.

“Turns out it burns 50-79 calories per five minutes. Shownu, stop rolling your eyes, you at least got a workout buddy since everybody else was gone.”

Originally posted by narika-a

Reaction to Your Curvy Body // Hyung Line



Originally posted by nochuie

Mark would be checking your body out from the jump. He would look you up and down, biting his lip. Being the oldest, he would think your curves made you oh so much more womanly.
If he saw you in something scandalous, hugging your curves so tenderly and affectionately, he would just stare at you every chance he got, completely mesmerized with your body and how it moved, accentuating the confidence that radiated from you.


Originally posted by jaybleep

This boy would be in a trance. He would catch your eyes first before allowing himself to scan your beautiful body. His mouth would be slightly agape while his thoughts ran wild (THIS BOY CAN GET FREAKY, DON’T BELIEVE ME, HAHA CHECK OUT HIS VLIVES AND THE MUSIC HE LISTEN TO ((((: But anyway—)

He would really love your high self-esteem, just knowing yourself that you radiated an attractive aura would make him that much more appreciative of your body and you as a person.


Originally posted by yugyeomism

** You’re Yugyeom cause he already worked his magic on you, slim thickumss**

This boy would love your body no matter what size you were (as would the rest of the boys of course♥) but as long as you were healthy, sHoRTer ThAN hIM, and radiated all types of confidence; he would hype you up. 

He would watch you work your stuff, curves and everything, appreciating the womanly figure placed in front of him. He would be in a trance while his thoughts ran wild as well; he would have to control himself around you because we all know how touchy he can and will get when given the chance.


Originally posted by ceohan

This boy would love seeing your curvy figure. He would bite his lip and look you up and down, his charming nature to get your attention becoming apparent. In all honesty he would love watching every part of you walking to or from him; but regardless he wouldn’t care too much about your body type, rather your mind and personality was what fell with him mostly.

I felt like with this request I would more accurately represent the older boys/not half ass the maknae line if I just did the hyung line. BUT HONESTLY—if I get enough request for the maknae line for this request I’ll bless you guys with it. // ♥

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm writing this story and I have all my characters planned along with a few main points of the plot. Now, I'm writing a pirate fantasy romance story and I wanted some advice on it, especially on the relationship with the pirate and the main girl. Since most of the story will be set on the pirate ship I needed some help on things that could happen between them on it to get them to get close (The girl is captured by the way). Also about parts of pirate ships if it's too much.

Ooooh boy did you come to the right person! I know a few things about pirates and definitely knows the parts of a ship. I’d say “don’t get me started on pirates” but I’m afraid it’s too late.

Let’s talk about the ship first, since familiarity with it well help you set the scenes more naturally, and then we’ll brainstorm some things that they could do together on board.

First of all, let’s talk about types of ships. There isn’t just one established “pirate ship” that all pirates use. Ships were designed and redesigned for different purposes and conditions- some were built for speed, some for cargo, some for long voyages or harsh conditions, some for defense and some for attack. No single ship would ever be completely perfect- if you want your ship to be fast, for example, you might have to sacrifice some cargo space, which meant a smaller crew and less months at sea before you have to make port to re-stock again.

However, with all that being said, there was definitely some favorites. While it’s true that pirates from different parts of the world sometimes preferred different ships, the most common and popular would probably be the sloop. (Yes, I know it’s a funny word, lots of ships had funny names.) 

Sloops were a favorite among pirates because they were slim and fast, which made them great for intercepting other ships and escaping attacks themselves. They typically only had 1 or very rarely 2-3 masts, and usually had up to 75 crew members, at its largest, and a max of 14 cannons, which is pretty darn good.

Of course there are other options, depending on the needs of your particular pirates. Another popular option was the brigantine, which was not nearly as fast, but better suited for the long term, with a crew closer to 100 members and usually around 12 cannons. 

I know more ships, but let’s not get carried away. Let’s take a look at some of the more interesting parts of the ship.


  Port= left, starboard= right, stern=back, and bow=front. When you refer to something as being “aft”, you mean it’s towards the back of the ship, towards stern. When something is “fore”, it means it is found closer to the front of the ship, or the bow. 

Galley= kitchen

Brig= prison

The head= the toilet

The Helm= the “steering wheel” of the ship

First, let’s know our decks. As you probably know, the deck is the top part of the ship, the wood that you walk on and where you see most of the action take place in movies, but there are different names for the different parts of the deck. The “poop deck” is the highest part, usually raised above the captain’s quarters, which was typically found “aft”, towards the back of the ship. The quarterdeck, on the other hand, is the important deck, usually where the captain or quartermaster stands and gives the orders. The big part is just called the deck or main deck.

The Captain’s quarters were briefly mentioned- the captain was the only one who had his own residence, and they were typically pretty luxurious.

Now the actually somewhat interesting parts.

NOT “The Crow’s Nest”!!!: The part you know as the “crow’s nest” is not actually called a crow’s nest, or at least, not on a pirate ship. That’s actually whaling terminology. The platform at the top of the mast is actually called the “top” or “fighting top” and yes, it can be used for scouting out land or obstacles, but it was actually known for a being a good place to sit with a gun and shoot your enemies on the deck, like a pirate sniper.

The Forecastle: This is the quarters of the crew. Often times in stories I see the crew each having their own cabins, or at the most, a roommate or two. That’s not exactly how it worked on an actual ship. Not that they actually spent much time in the bunk- it was really just a place to sleep when not on duty.

The Bilge: The is the bottom part of the ship. Dark, dank, musty, gross, but also the first place to tell if you have a leak. If you do have a leak, you want to run down to the bilge and fix them quickly, because if it fills up, you’re going down.

The Mast: There are actually different names for the different masts, depending on how many your ship has. If you have a speedy ship, it’s probably slow and you probably only have the one “main mast.” If the mast is destroyed, it’s not uncommon to build an emergency one really fast, called the “jury mast”- since you do need a mast to sail. The mast is the big wooden pole in the middle from which the sails are hung.

The Yardarm: This is the long pole that goes across the mast to hold the sails. I included it because it was also a popular place to hang people on.

Gangway/Gangplank: They’re actually different things. The gangWAY is the passages along the side of a ship, like a hallway. The gangPLANK is what is set down to walk on between ship and pier. 

In honesty, all of the sails and lines have different names and purposes too, but I’m not going to get too into it right now. You can find some of them on websites like this or this.

Now for what they can do together…

A lot depends on their status on board. If the girl has been captured, determine how her captivity is taking place. If she’s being locked in the brig or cabin, their first interactions might involve them bringing her food or care, etc.

- It’s also possible that they are made to guard her, and hours of boredom turns to conversation after a while

It also matters what role the pirate has on board the ship. Here is an idea of roles on board a pirate ship.

If she has some amount of freedom (it is a ship at sea, what’s she gonna do, run away?), that will open up some more possibilities.

  • If the girl is curious, she might be interested in seeing how the ship is run. Or, the captain could potentially decide to make her help out with things. She is an extra pair of hands, after all. 
  • There are lots of tasks involved within the running of a ship. She doesn’t necessarily have to be doing the sailing- she could help out in the galley, sew sails or clothes, maintain weapons, and so on. 
  • Maybe she is made to do some tasks, but she doesn’t know how, and they take pity and try to help her out a little
  •  There’s nothing like a nice emergency to make people work together. Being forced to work together for survival- a storm, a mutiny, an attack,etc- is a great bonding experience for anyone.
  • Perhaps the girl has something that the pirate wants, depending on her background. A random example- perhaps she has an educated background, and the pirate has something that they need read, or written, or something else. Really, it could be any knowledge that she has that they might be interested in.
  • Maybe she has something they want to know, so they’re nice to her in trying to get information, but then end up actually becoming close
  • Conversely, maybe she is interested in something that they can do, and keeps talking to them about it until their interest becomes mutual

I’m going to have to wrap this up, as it exciting as it is, my inbox is flooding, but I hope this helps some! Good luck, sounds like fun! Hit me up for any additional help with pirates or otherwise!


anonymous asked:

Can you do a scenario where daniel and you are in the same class but (for some reason) you hate each other but one day you two realize is not that bad to be together and kinda like each other and end up flirting or something?? Thank youuuu!!!!

Originally posted by wooijn


member: daniel

rating: g

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If there’s one thing you hated more than lab work, it’s being partnered with someone for lab work.

And if that wasn’t enough, your partner just had to be Kang Daniel.

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When I Was Your Man – Theo Raeken Imagine

Requested by Anon: I don’t know if you’re taking song requests, and it’s totally okay if you don’t. But if you do could you do an imagine based on “when i was your man” by bruno mars, where theo is the reader ex-boyfriend and now she’s in a new relationship with brett? basically the concept of the song.

Warning: Sad Theo and dealing with heartbreak

Word Count: 1,522

Author’s Note: Feed back is always appreciated :)

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by training-wolves

Theo stopped in his tracks the second an old familiar sound reached his ears with his werewolf hearing. It was a sweet and playful giggle. It was Y/N. He’d recognize that giggle anywhere as he heard it a thousand times before. He turned the corner and saw her with someone else. She had her arms around his neck as the guy’s hands rested firmly on her waist. He was playfully kissing and biting her neck, hence her giggling. She looked genuinely happy and that brought a huge wave of pain and guilt over Theo. 

“I got you something,” Theo overheard as the guy pulled away from her.

“Brett, you didn’t have to get me anything,” she smiled widely at the boy in front of her.

“But I saw it and I knew you had to have it.” He pulled out a small bag and gave it to her. Theo watched her slowly untie the ribbon and open the bag. She carefully grabbed what was inside. The second her eyes landed on the necklace with a werewolf charm, she gasped. “Do you like it?” He asked her.

“Brett…” she said completely surprised by his thoughtful gift. “I love it.”

He brushed her hair to the side and grabbed the necklace. “I know we’ve only been together for three months, and I hope this doesn’t scare you,” Theo’s heart stopped beating as he realized this guy was about to tell her he loves her. 

“But you’re my anchor,” Brett continued. Theo relaxed a bit, but it didn’t ease the heartache he had in his chest. Telling a girl you’re his anchor is just another way of saying I love you. It was just a matter of time before Brett would actually say it to Y/N.

After Brett clasped the necklace on, Y/N looked down and smiled at the silver werewolf resting on her chest. She looked up at Brett with a genuine smile. “Thank you,” she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

Theo sighed in defeat. He knew he messed up. His relationship with Y/N was long gone. There was no way to fix it, but he knew he had to apologize. He wasn’t ready to let her go and move on, but she already had. He wasn’t one to stop her from being happy when she deserved everything the world had to offer. The only problem was he had to let her go otherwise he’d be miserable for the rest of his life.

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Boyfriend Jimin
  • Always letting you go first
  • and when he does, his hands will always lay gently on your lower back. 
  • Feeling safe in his strong arms when he hugs you
  • Lots of giggles from the both of you anywhere, anytime, at anyone!
  • Him flipping his hair makes you want to touch it.
  • and he lets you. He lays his head on your lap to lets you play with it as long as he you want.
  • He is very protective of you and will watch you with careful eyes, making sure you won’t get hurt when you are out and about
  • Very supportive when you cry. Will stay with you and rub your back until you run out of tears
  • Him smiling while he watches you eat
  • The nights that you can’t sleep he will stay up until he knows you have fallen asleep
  • and will always make sure you are tucked in well
  • His scratchy voice in the morning
  • Teasing consists of body rolls and sexy dancing and this drives you crazy, making you ready to mount him!
  • Being scared of his cold eyes when he’s angry 
  • but omg so turned on by them too!
  • Lots of fun dancing around the house!
  • No scary movies! NO SCARY ANYTHING!
  • You tying random strings around his hoop earrings and him laughing at how silly you are
  • His rings getting caught in your clothing
  • Gentle hugs and tender kisses ♡

Cute Moment:

You’d been hanging out with your friends all day and your mental state was at its peak. Part of you was having plenty of fun, but all good things must come to an end, right? You bid your friends good-bye and check your phone after a whole day of ignoring it. You managed to be free right on time for dinner, which meant you’d be contacting your boyfriend. You soon call Jimin to check if he had rested well and if he had any plans for dinner. He notices how drained your voice sounds and immediately makes it his mission to rejuvenate your spirits. He agrees to dinner but only if you both stay home to eat something comforting. 

After a short walk, you arrive at your apartment to find Jimin waiting for you outside your door. His back leaning on the wall and his hands holding tight onto a shopping bag.

“Hello there stranger,” you say flirtatiously. He looks up at you with a smile plastered on his face. “Whatcha got there?” You ask, pointing at the bag in his hand. You walk over to unlock your door.

“Some drinks. You like sparkly drinks, right?” He walks over to kiss your cheek. “How was your day?”

Jimin has always been a good listener and that meant that these types of questions were asked out of honesty and not courteousness. As you both walk into your apartment and settle down, you tell him about your day and how tired you felt. He grabs one of the cold drinks from the bag and abruptly holds it against your cheek. You wince at how cold it is, making him laugh his cute laugh as he pulls you into his arms. An immediate sense of safety flushes over you and you wish that you would never have to let go. He feels your arms hold tight to his jacket as you let out a big sigh of relief. Thoughts about how much he hated seeing you so drained and how he’d do anything to cheer you up rushed through his head. He holds you at arms length and stares at you. “Let’s relax and have fun now, okay?” he says, reaching into his pocket. You give a meek smile before he pulls out a toy snake (that he got from who knows where) and begins hissing at you playfully. You can’t help but laugh, soon realizing that your day brightened the minute you saw him standing outside your door.

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