the way bones said 'mind if i come in' really sounded like a pick up line

Devoid Of Color - Smut

Originally posted by multihxe

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader
Words: 4,170
AN: This was an anon request for a Soulmate AU where you didn’t see colors until you met your soulmate. I hope I did this justice because Soulmate AU’s are my FAVORITE. Love ya’ll, let me know what you think!

Title taken from Halsey’s Colors. The Veselka and Space Billiards are real places in NYC. You’re welcome.

If there was anything you wanted more in life, it was to meet your soulmate. As strange as it sounds, meeting your soulmate was a top priority in everyone’s life, because you needed to meet them in order to see color. The world was just a drab mixture of blacks and greys before that. Your mother had explained it to you once when you were small, that color would wash over your vision slowly, dull and drab, but still there. It was only when you got to know them more that the colors would become brighter, streaks of red and blue and yellow lighting up the world in full HD.

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Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Sebastian Stan x Reader) Pt. 5

A/N: hello lovelies! part 5 is finally here! This chap gets hella angsty AND steamy! ;) I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah

Warnings: Angst. Sexual pictures. NSFW. Online relationships. Swearing. There is a very graphic picture at the end so beware lol!

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Day Two: Failure/Insecurity

Day two of @vldangstweek. I decided to focus on the insecurity bit of this day. I’m really happy with the positive feedback on day one, thanks everyone! Under a cut for length. 

“Keith? You okay? You seemed a little…off…during that workout.”

“I’m fine, Hunk. Thanks for asking. I’ll be out to dinner in a second.”

There was a long pause, and Keith waited with baited breath until he heard the sound of Hunk’s footsteps moving down the hallway towards the dining hall. He sighed with relief and gingerly peeled off his jacket, fingerless gloves coming off after it. With a deep breath, he lifted his shirt up and over his head, the fabric drenched in sweat from training, and tossed it into the laundry chute.

When Keith turned back to the mirror, he couldn’t help but flinch. He lifted a hand and ran it over the skin of his stomach, over the faint lilac color that had been steadily stretching outwards ever since his encounter with The Blade of Marmora. It covered nearly his entire torso at this point, dipping just below the waistband of his jeans and curling up around his collar bone, over his biceps. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hide it for much longer, but keeping it covered, keeping it hidden from the others….

It made him feel less like a villain, less like a failure as a teammate, because since he was Galra, he was partially to blame for the death of Coran and Allura’s planet, partially to blame for Shiro’s disappearance, for everything.

He swallowed and dragged a hand through his hair, watching as the strands glistened a deep purple color in the light of the bathroom. That was the hardest to hide, but luckily for him, it seemed to be staying a darker shade rather than becoming the pale lavender he had grown so used to seeing on the Galra. It blended in with his hair, except in certain lighting, so for the most part it wasn’t visible.

Keith sighed and hunched over the sink, taking a shaky breath and turning the tap on. He splashed a bit of cold water into his face, letting it drip down over his chin and down his neck, the coldness replenishing his energy and making it easier for him to relax about this whole damn predicament.

A knocking at the door. “One sec, Hunk.”

“It’s not Hunk. Dude, you okay?”

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A Brush With Death - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Prompt: Yayy! Can you do an imagine where the batfamily (and batmom) are going to this charity event the boys & bruce patrol bc of a looming threat? And then when they leave batmom gets shot near her heart & almost dies and they seek revenge (requested by @imagination-factory)

“Shit.” You swore under your breath as you danced with your husband. Over his shoulder you spied the bat symbol burning brightly in the overcast night sky.  

“It just turned on didn’t it?” Bruce asked so that only you could hear, not bothering to look over his shoulder at what he already knew was there.

“You betcha.” You said.  Bruce dropped his head and let out a quiet sigh into your hair.

“I have to go.” He said, full of regret.

“Go. I’ll handle your speech.” You reassured. “Go save the world.” You encouraged shooing him away from the dancefloor. He smiled gratefully towards you and pulled his phone out of his pocket to take a ‘phone call’ as he hurried out of the party.

You made your way over to the MC to let him know the change to the program and that your husband had to leave early for a ‘business emergency’. He looked a little annoyed by the sudden change but out of respect for the amount of money the Waynes donate to this program he made the wise decision not to complain to your face.

One by one you watched as each of your boys slipped out of the party and snuck off to help their father fight god knows what. You were flying solo tonight.

“…  Ladies and gentlemen it is my highest honor to welcome Mrs. [Y/N] Wayne to the stage.” The announcer said, giving your cue to ascend to the podium. As you smiled a bright friendly smile to the cameras and guests you couldn’t help but to think thank god for teleprompters. You greeted the microphone with a lighthearted joke about your workaholic husband and how he regrets that he had to bow out early.

“As you all are well aware, tonight is a very important night for this foundation. Not only because of the generosity of the donors tonight but also because by the end of tonight each and every one of you will be able to say you made a difference … In Gotham nonetheless!” You said cheerfully the crowd laughed politely at the speechwriter’s attempt at a joke. “Now it is my utmost honor to announce that the proceeds tonight will go directly to building an orphanage for Gotham’s most disenfranchised children. Every child needs a place to call home and with your generous donations we here at the Wayne foundation seek to make that ideal a reality. Thank you.” You said before handing the mic back over to the host of the evening.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the ever so enchanting Mrs. Wayne.” He praised as you stepped off the stage. A round of applause erupted and you gave a small gracious bow to the audience.

‘Shit. I should be a politician with the amount of ass kissing I’m giving and receiving tonight.’ You thought to yourself behind your charming smile.

The celebratory atmosphere was quickly sliced through when the sound of gunshots rang out through the crowd. Just as quick as you heard the shots, a stab of pain ripped through your chest. It’s funny you’d think that your life would have flashed before your eyes or you would have thought about the people you love but all you could focus on was the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Each heartbeat growing weaker than the last.

/N] … Mrs. Wayne! Focus on the sound of my voice. Help’s coming alright? Just listen to me ok? God damn it!  Aren’t any of you overstuffed peacocks a doctor?” A murky voice called out to you. Spots danced across your eyes and your vision blurred obscuring the crowd of doctors and paramedics surrounding you.  

Your vision went completely black and you were certain that you were never going to wake up again but the next thing you knew you were slowly coming to in a bright sterile hospital room. The obnoxious beeping pierced through your head like ice picks being shoved into an angry hornet’s nest.

“Fuck me.” You croaked, squinting at the harsh lighting.  Every part of your body hurt. Either someone needed to pump you with more drugs or put a bullet in your brain to finish the job.

“Hey.” Bruce whispered gently sitting up from chair he had been sitting in to stand by your side. He gently brushed your hair away from your face.

“What the hell happened, Bruce?” You asked.

“You were shot [Y/N]. It was supposed to be me up there but you were put in their line of fire instead. I’m so sorry. I swear I’m going to make whoever’s responsible pay.” Bruce promised, his tone darkening with his promise.

“Where are the boys?”

“Hunting.” He said simply. “We’re all angry about what happened, [Y/N].”

“Any chance you can rein in the cavalry? All I want right now is all of my boys to be here. Almost dying puts shit into perspective, you know?” You said weakly. Bruce’s hand moved to firmly grasp yours.

“I’ll make the call, Darling. But you know they’re all going to be restless until someone is thrown into Blackgate with broken bones and a life sentence.” Bruce replied gently.

“I know.” You smiled weakly. “I just really want to see my boys right now, Bruce.” You said, your voice quivering slightly with the tears that were threatening to overtake you.

“I know, love, I know. They’ll be on their way soon.” Bruce hushed, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. Your family would be with you soon enough and all would be right in the world. Coming so close to death, you had half a mind never to let them go again.

Human Shield - A SuperCorp fic

I don’t always have time to make complete comics. I work. A LOT. But this was a really interesting idea I wanted to explore. And @luthoring​ encouraged me, sooooo… here you go.

Beyond the cut is the result, expanding on this comic. Written entirely from Lena’s perspective.

Fair warning: there is violence, injury, and angst. 

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even underneath the waves, i’ll be holding on to you

aftg zombie au, “i want to go back for you”. warning: very long
basically, what would happen if neil and andrew were separated during an apocalypic situation.

The news says it first.

The world is ending and everything has gone to shit.

Nowhere is safe and nothing is okay anymore.

Nothing was ever okay, but they make it sound new, like this is something nobody expected to happen. Not here, never here.

It started with a virus. It was like the flu in every other way; the fever that kept people bedridden for days, the sickness and the headaches. It was like the flu in every other way but one: it slowly ate away at people’s insides, made living people into nothing but hollow hosts. Nobody would have expected a kindergarten teacher from the West to lash out her students but it was even worse when she bit one, and then he bit his mother three weeks later and she bit her boss. Like that, the vicious cycle continued. Everywhere there was panic, there was a disaster, there was death.

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Phan: Degradation

Summary: Phil calls Dan a slut during sex and Dan doesn’t like it. 

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut
Warning: degradation, dub-con
Wordcount: 1.8k
A/N: I decided it’s time to finally start working on the prompts in my inbox. I have no idea how old this one is, I’m sorry it took me so long. 

If someone would ask Dan how his sex life was, he’d confidently reply that it was great. Him and Phil, they had plenty of sex. In the bedroom. In the living room. In the kitchen. In the shower. And not only did they have plenty of sex, they also had good sex. Mind-blowing sex. The kind of sex that made you come so hard that you’d feel boneless afterwards, needing a minute or two to catch your breath again.

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Hi. I’m not sure if you write SuperCat, but I sure need Cat Grant to get herself back to National City, or at least be involved from afar. Could you please write something where it’s Cat who comforts Kara after Homecoming? Many thanks.

^^ prompt above from @statuepuppie. Refers to this fic:

Maggie called Cat Grant when Livewire was on the loose, because her girlfriend’s kid sister needed her then. And she’s calling Cat Grant again now, because Kara needs her now.

She hadn’t expected the Queen of All Media to save her number, but Cat picks up on the first ring and addresses Maggie by name.

“Detective Sawyer, tell me she’s fine and that you’re simply wasting my very precious time for the sake of a social call.”

Her voice is clipped and just on this side of professional, but Maggie easily detects the concern underneath it.

“She’s fine, Ms. Grant, she’s fine.”

She hears Cat sigh and she bites her lip. “Then what, pray tell, are you calling me for?”

“She’s fine, Ms. Grant, but she… she needs you.”

She doesn’t specify who: Kara or Supergirl. She knows she doesn’t need to.

There’s a long pause, and Maggie is about to ask if she’s still there.

“What happened?” Cat asks before she can, and her voice is thick.

“Best for her to tell you details, but the short of it, Alex’s father came back from the dead only to sort of… well, betray everyone. And she’s in this new relationship that she thinks is going to make her feel at least something, and – “

“I’m getting the next flight out. Thank you, Detective Sawyer.”

Maggie expects that to be it, but Cat’s still on the line. A brief pause. Then:

“Alex. Kara’s sister. Your girlfriend, correct? Is she alright? She… from my experiences with her, she’s a brave woman. And Kara idolizes her. You’re taking good care of her, too, I trust?”

Maggie smiles softly. “I’m doing my best with both Danvers girls, ma’am, but I think Kara could use a more familiar face than mine.”

“Well, as I said, I’ll arrange for a sitter for Carter and be on the next flight out. Thank you, Detective. For taking care of those girls. Don’t forget to be good to yourself, too.”

This time, the line does disconnect before Maggie can say any more.

But she smiles, because Cat Grant is on her way to Kara.

She makes sure Alex knows to keep Mon-El away from Kara’s apartment that night. J’onn invents work for him, gladly.

They don’t need a body to be dropped in Kara’s apartment by one Cat Grant.

The paperwork alone would be more trouble than it’d be worth.

The sharp rap on the door makes Kara think of Maggie, so she doesn’t bother checking with her x-ray vision, doesn’t even bother untangling from her blankets or putting down her pint of mint chocolate chip.

“It’s open,” she calls heartlessly, wondering if Maggie is looking for Alex or if she’s looking for another round of speed stacking to take Kara’s mind off things.

“Well, Keira, I have to say, I expected your apartment to be an explosion of millennial mess and absurd color, but I have to admit, it has a certain charm to it.”

The ice cream scatters and Kara falls ungracefully off the couch in a tangled mess of blankets with a series of loud shrieks.

If Cat is at all surprised, she hides it well, but the sparkle in her eyes and the smile tugging at her lips give her away the moment before she springs into action.

“Are you alright?” she rushes forward, just in time for Kara to unravel herself from the blanket and spring to her feet.

She has to remind herself strongly of earth physics as, pretenses and professionalism be damned, she wraps Cat it a full-bodied hug.

“Ms. Grant,” she breathes over her shoulder, and Cat freezes for only a moment before fully returning the embrace, fingers grasping for dear life onto the back of Kara’s shirt.

Cat is the first to pull back, and she wonders if her own tears are reflected in Kara’s blue eyes. She wonders how she ever forgot quite how crystalline they are.

“I hear you’re having a rough time, Kiera, and if the pint of – is that mint chocolate chip? – is any indication, my source is quite correct – “

“Snapper’s been calling you about me? But he’s been liking my work, he – “

Cat is tsking, now, and moving around the living room, collecting the ice cream and spoon and blanket, rearranging everything into its former semi-order.

“Not Snapper, dear. Your sister’s girlfriend. Seems to think you would benefit from my presence.”

Kara stiffens and her eyes widen and Cat remembers how much she’s missed watching Kara adjust her glasses like this. “Ms. Grant, you didn’t need to come all this way, I – “

“Oh nonsense, Keira. What have I told you? You need to learn, competent and efficient and brilliant as you are, when to ask for help. You’re entitled to do so, you know. And you’re entitled to receive it.”

Tears swim in Kara’s steady eyes, and she’s forgotten how to form words.

Ms. Grant, back in National City. Ms. Grant, in her apartment. Ms. Grant, seeing her be a complete and utter wreck.

“Ms. Grant, really, I – “ She tries to object, just once more, but she can’t even get that far. Because her voice cracks and her knees give out and she collapses back onto the couch, hugging herself because she’s completely lost sense of what is real.

“Oh, Kara,” Cat breathes, and the sound of her name on Cat’s lips works its way into her skin, through her muscles, into her bones, into her bloodstream. Into her heart.

“I’m here, Kara. I’m here.”

“Thank you,” Kara chokes, and Cat just nods, sitting softly and putting a hesitant hand on Kara’s knee. Kara takes it immediately, and a soft smile flits over Cat’s face.

They don’t talk about Jeremiah, and they don’t talk about Mon-El.

They talk about CatCo and they talk about Carter and Cat’s mother and Alex and Maggie and Kara cries without words and Cat comforts without words and Kara sits up straighter and cries less and less throughout the night.

Cat even shares a spoonful of her ice cream, and it’s this, more than anything, that makes Kara smile. That makes Kara feel so, so loved.

To make Kara remember what it was like when her life was like this.

To make her realize what she has to do to get back to that.

She makes a note to thank Maggie in the morning, but for now, sitting on her couch with Cat Grant and laughing about Snapper, she doesn’t want the morning to come. Not just yet.

Hold On (Jace x Reader)

A/N: Sorry for the two sad imagines in a row with Jace. I didn’t even notice until I went to post.

Request: Do a sad imagine where Jace won’t listen and his sister pays for it later on or something? Idk even know please? Maybe with the song hold on?

 “Why do you treat me like I’m a kid?” You yelled out at Jace. You two were fighting again. Yes sibling fight but you two seemed to put a different meaning to it lately. You guys couldn’t even breath the same air without an argument breaking out.

“Because you’re a kid Y/N”

“I’m only a year younger then you Jace” You huffed out, crossing your arms. Jace rolled his eyes at your action. Jace may be the older sibling but he always acted like the youngest especially now with that Fray girl in the picture.

“A year means a lot”

“You’re the one making rash decisions to please some girl” You shouted getting sick of Jace’s attitude. He seem cool and collected until you brought Clary into the mixed.

“Don’t make this about her” Jace took a step towards you, his fist were tightly together by his side. He was angry from your words which rarely ever happened.

“Why not? Literally everything you do now involves her. All of these secrets missions that almost get you killed are for her! Jace just open your eyes see where this is going” Jace just shook his head and spoke

“You wouldn’t understand you’re too young”

“Here we go again” You said rolling your eyes. It was a habit that you picked up from your best friend Alec. “Well how about this? Since I’m too young to understand why don’t you? I’m smarter Jace, I care about my life unlike you.” With that you turned on your heel leaving the room, not wanting to stay. Not knowing what you would do if your anger got out of hand.


 You punch the bag trying to get all of the anger out of your body. You couldn’t think straight knowing Jace was gone out with Clary again. What if something happened to him this time? Jace was the only family you had left no matter what. If something went wrong you would not only lose your brother but best friend. With everything going through your mind you didn’t even hear Alec entered the room until he touched your shoulder. Not knowing who it was you whipped around and sent a punch flying their way. Luckily enough Alec saw it coming and had a chance to step back.

“You know not to sneak up on anyone Alec especially shadowhunters” You huffed with your arms crossed, trying to get your breathing back to normal from the fright he gave you.

“I thought you heard me, I called your name but obviously not” Alec said as he rolled his eyes at you, then handed you a water bottle.

“You think” You drown the water bottle in seconds not really noticing how thirsty you were until it met your lips. “What is it anyway?”

“We got to go help Jace and Clary they need some backup” You shouldve known as Alec was wearing his gear and his arrows bag was on his shoulder but you didn’t.

“Why does this not surprise me” You let out as you packed your things up. You changed your shirt quickly not caring Alec was in the room since you had did it many times before.

“Ready?” Alec asked and you nodded your head before you two headed out.


 Walking into a busy club was not on your plans tonight but Jace needed help and you weren’t just going to leave him for himself. You didn’t want to send Alec alone there either so this way was the safest. You guys pushed your way through all of the drunk downworlders and mundanes as if you were one. Places like these made the lines that were drawn be easier. No one really cared who you were here. Catching a sight of light come from the back, you knew it was from a seraph blade.

“Alec this way” You shouted trying to be heard above the music. You finally made it with Alec right behind you. Both of you steady your weapons before you slammed open the door. Alec and you stopped in your tracks when you saw what was happening. There were demons everywhere. Jace and Clary looked so helpless. You wonder how they managed to make it this long. Not wanting to waste anymore time you and Alec started to fight. Taking them down a few at a time brought back hope to Clary and Jace. It was like they suddenly had all of the energy in the world to fight. You were all fighting as hard as you could.

“WATCH OUT” You yelled towards Clary but she didn’t hear. You pushed her out of the way from the demon that was coming up from behind her but you weren’t so lucky. You must of judged the timing wrong because all you could feel was pain shooting into your veins. It felt like acid and all you could do was fall back. Jace and Alec looked back at the sound of your dreadful screams, their faces turning into straight horror. Jace ran over since Alec could fight the last few. Tears were already falling down his cheeks as he picked you up from the cold ground.

“Hey Y/N, you’re going to be alright. Just stay with me” Jace said letting the tears fall onto your clothes as he held you. He pushed back some of your hair that now laid on your face. Jace was staring at his little sister and all he could think was this was his fault. Only if he had stayed back like you wished. Your words kept coming back to his mind

“I care about my life unlike you”

Your life that Jace might have ruined. Jace took out the sphere from his pocket to burn over your  iratze runes but it wouldn’t work. You could barely see now, all you could feel was the pain. It was getting worse by the second and all you wanted was to rest.

“Jace” You said lifting your hand up to hold his cheek. Your skin colour was getting paler “It’s hurts too much”

“I know, you can make it” You shook your head no at Jace’s response, you knew what was going to happened. “You can make it, don’t doubt yourself”

“Jace please.. Just..” Your eyes were getting heavier and you could barely speak “I’m sorry” And with that your eyes shut and the pain faded away from your body.

“NO NO” Jace shouted shaking your body wanting to get a respond. But nothing happened, you didn’t move.

“Jace” Alec said placing a hand on his shoulder, with tears in his own eyes. His best friend just die in front of him.

“We got to get her to the Silent Brothers” Jace said quickly looking up at his parabatai but Alec just shook his head. It was too late, there never would of been time.

“No Jace. It’s over”

“It can’t be” Jace voice cracked and all he could do was cried holding your body. “She can’t be gone. Not my little sister” Alec sat down on the ground next to him, wrapping a hand around Jace for comfort. Clary watched from afar knowing that she was partly to blame for this, she didn’t know what to think anymore. This whole world was too much. Jace cried and it started to rain. Like some kind of stupid movie you would always make him watch. He wasn’t a big brother anymore, you the only family he had left was gone. Why didn’t he listen to you? He cost his baby sister her life. He knew he could never forgive himself. The thought that in a few hours he would be seeing all white made him sick. He knew then that it would really hit. You were gone.

Liar (Chuck Clayton)

Originally posted by meanandshallow

Title: Liar


Warnings: Cheating, Swearing, Angst & Slight Make-out

Tags: Vixen!Reader, Cheater!Chuck

Pairing: Chuck Clayton x Reader

Line: 58- “We’re done here,”

Fandom: Riverdale


Slyly, Y/N slipped into the boy’s closed locker room at school, as the moon was high. It peered through the glass and stained window, as it painted a cloudy grey against the still damp floorboards; something Y/N was always annoyed about.

While many thoughts processed through Y/N racing mind, but there was one that kept poking at her side; why the hell was she in the position?

It was simple to the naked eye or eyes. Y/N had snagged her high school royalty as her companion, she had the coach’s son fo fucks sake to keep her warm nd she couldn’t be more content with the boy. Y/N fell for Chuck Clayton and he fell for her. Y/N was sincerely surprised when Chuck had confidently asked her out to Pop’s that night; though the rest of the school didn’t really find the news that thriving.

Y/N was a River Vixen, one of Cheryl most beautiful and skilled, everyone knew our name from the impressive stunts, she did on regular, and was a goddess to the more normal student. They gawked at her like she was a deity.

Chuck and Y/N Relationship was well known throughout the school, news of the romance spread like wildfire and by Monday, everyone knew. Chuck & Y/N had the perfect relationship; until now.

Although, Chuck was all Y/N had hoped for in a boyfriend, lately, he had been distant and cold. The Once shared Milkshake dates at Pop’s were now a lonely Saturday Evening. The cuddles that kept Y/N during the drive through turned into a single sad serving of popcorn.

Y/N was intent on giving up on him. She tried her hardest to try and fix the tearing bond between them but every time she had kindly asked him, he had rudely declined her offer not bothering to even look at her face when responding but finally after millions of times trying, she had broken through Chuck’s newly grown tough skin.

They had planned a simple and romantic movie night at Y/N’s house as her parents were at for the weekend at her grandmother’s. Easy to say; Friday couldn;t have gone slower to Y/N. She was completely over the moon for their date.

After a century to Y/N, Chuck finally arrived at Y/N Large estate as he rushed in not bothering to show a display of affection as he stomped through the frame. At last, the pair was enjoying themselves in the complete silence; maybe too much.

Ten minutes into the movies, Chuck had already pinned her small frame under his larger one. Y/N heart raced and her stomach did flips as Chuck warm palms searched her sides, his finger drawing over the curves of her hips, gripping tightly at the end, leaving Y/N to roll her eyes in pleasure.

His lips ghosted of her’s before roughly pounding against the soft skin; bruising them in the process, after that his lips trailed down to her supple collar bone, he gently licked the untouched surface before sucking down harshly, leaving bright red marks that adorned Y/N (s/c) skin.

All that filled the thick and tense air were the breathy and grungy moans that left YN flustered lips. Her whole body boiled with excitement, her mind racing to the net point of ecstasy for the both of them.

Chuck’s bulky digits toyed at her dark blue lace panties, slapping the material against the sensitive skin, every few second, sending powerful jolts through her veins; each time leaving Y/N speechless.

It was when Chuck had abruptly pulled to a complete stop, that a long whine left Y/N coarse throat as she propped herself up on her elbows.

Chuck sat up quickly and bounced off the mattress and into the seat, as he roughly pulled apart the room in search of an item, that was causing him stress.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked with an annoyed tone.

“I left my letterman’s at school” Chuck replied, not bothering to look at his girlfriend but just keep looking around swiftly.

“Well you can get it on Monday,” Y/N sighed as she pulled Chuck in by the neck, leaning in for another kiss, but he quickly snapped his attention away from the pleading girl in front of him.

“No, It has my I.D in it and Money; anyone could get that,” Chuck panicked as he placed his large hand over his sweating forehead. Softly Y/N got up from the mattress and flung her arms around Chuck’s thick neck.

“I’ll get it,” Y/N purred int his collar, placing a small peck on the skin before prancing to the wooden door frame.

“You’re the best, Y/N” Chuck Beamed as Y/N snatched her jacket and took her leave to the school

So that’s how she ended up at the school late at night, 11 pm to be presise.

Y/N danced around the empty room as she searched for Chuck personal locker. Luckily Y/N’s eyes spotted her boyfriend’s name engraved on the familiar deep blue locker. Feeling confident, Y/N softly danced over to the storage and easily undid the locker.

Y/N swiftly snatched the blue & yellow jumper and started to run out, only to be stopped by a large furry book slamming hard against the concrete floor with a loud smack. Y/N stood frozen waiting for any alarm to go off or a random person to burst through and catch her sneaking into the school on a Friday evening. After a good minute of standing completely still, Y/N unstuck from her position and peered at the chestnut colour book.

Out of pure curiosity, Y.N slowly picked up the heavy object & hesitantly opened it and flew past the hundreds of pages, filled with unknown content.

Rolling her (e/c) orbs, She picked out the names of certain teammates of Chuck’s with random girl’s names next to them with a small number ranging from 2-9 sitting across from the names. The realisation hit her; this was a stupid game the boys played to gain dominance. Y/N heard of it before, never thought it was true; but with the assholes gracing the team, she wasn’t really surprised.

What did Surprise her, was her boyfriend’s name to appear throughout the other unimportant names. His name popped up next to a range of girls, coming from women she didn’t know and didn’t care about and others were familiar names; girl on the cheer squad. At the moment, Y/N world shattered around her.

A storm of emotions started to brew inside of her. Fist all she could feel was utter despair, hot tears started to flow down her cheeks, ruining her foundation. Her mind felt flat as her small palm covered her lips to muffle to soft sounds of her sobs.

Then her brain managed for her feeling to conjure up guilt and stupidity. Her whole body felt incompetent and primitive. Y/n felt like she was in preschool again. She got herself to feel wrecked.

The last was her climax, the peak of her intense heartbreak. Rage. All she could see was red. Everything boiled quickly before she could think of a rational action, she stormed out of the school; her knuckles turning white as her tip grip on the sinful book. Her feet creating earthquakes with fire running behind her as she stomped through the dark school, getting ready to give Chuck a piece of her mind.


Y/N burst through the frame and thrashed her way up to Chuck and struck him harshly over the cheek.

“What the fuck, Y/N?!” Chuck yelled angrily at her.

“Explain, Now!” Y/N stated coldly as she slammed the massive book against a milky white desk, her eyes never leaving his.

“It’s a stupid game the boys pla-”

“Your name was in it Chuck” Y/N interrupted softly; her words telling the story of her heartbreak.


“YOUR FUCKING NAME!” Y/N screamed, all of her patience with him running a thin line as a water broke free once again. “Chuck, have you been cheating on me through our entire relationship?” she asked quietly still looking Chuck deep in the face. “Was our relationship a game?” Y/N barely let out, “Say something, tell me it’s not true,” She pleaded gently. Chuck stayed completely silent, averting his gaze from Y/N emotional state, this painted a seemingly clear picture for Y/N the realisation hit her once again; Chuck had been cheating on her, He has played her like a toy.

“We’re done here,” Y/N said blankly as she opened the door for Chuck departure.

“Let me explain,” Chuck raced to her side as he gently took her palms in his.

“Get out,” Y/N spoke harshly, her tolerance fell short at his attempt to stop her bold actions.


“Get Out!”


“Get out of my house!” Y/N Yelled furiously, tears flowed freely as her eyes came to his in a mixture of anger and sorrow.

“Fine,” Chuck shouted at her angrily as he swiftly grabbed his jacket at walked to the door. “but you’ll be begging on your knees for me,” Chuck seethed at he stomped out of the freshly tense house leaving Y/N to slam the door quickly before she dropped to the floor, feeling heartbroken and looking like a total mess; she let out al of her emotions as the only thing that could be heard was her soft hics and incoherent mumbling.

Title: Sex Drunk

Pairing: Wincestiel

Rating: Explicit

Wordcout: 1,994

Notes: just a little cheer up quickie for @hornsonmysoul, because ily, be nice to yourself (loosely based off what I remember of the episode ‘99 problems’ with the whore of babylon, I know this doesn’t really work with the timeline of it but anyway)


“What’s with the angel passed out on the bed?”

Dean pulled his jacket off and tossed it over the back of a chair, eyeing Cas spread out on one bed on top of the comforter, trench coat and shoes still on.

“He showed up drunk.”

On the small couch, hunched over an old book, Sam didn’t even bother to look up at Dean.

“What, seriously? He can even get drunk?”

Sighing, Sam ran a hand through his hair and finally sat back, looking at Dean. “He said he drank a whole liquor store. I think he might have meant that literally.”

Dean pulled a dingy glass down from a kitchenette cupboard and filled it with tap water. “Man, what is up with him.”

“He called me stupid when I asked if he was ok.”

“I mean, it’s kind of obvious he’s not.”

Setting the water down on the table, Dean moved to root through a duffel bag at the end of the couch, pulling out a bottle of aspirin.

“Where’s Padre?”

“Taking a minute to get his head on.”

Passing the couch, Dean patted Sam on the arm and his brother leaned into it before settling back quietly over his book. Picking up the water, Dean took the aspirin over to the bed and sat down hard, bouncing the mattress.

Cas was dead to the world.

“Maybe you should let him sleep,” Sam said.

“Maybe you should mind your business.”

The bitch face he got for that was reassuring. Things’d be fine between them. Always were.

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“I’ve Made a Mistake” Ch. 1

The college AU that nobody asked for but that @tokugawalady and I created and love anyway. This is and will be an Ieyasu x MC fic. 

I hope you enjoy!

“You can’t be serious.” Toramatsu hissed, picking up another pair of ruined pants. “You. Cannot. Be. Serious.” He shook his head, almost unable to process what happened.

All of his clothes, from the clean clothes he laid on the floor last night to his pile of dirty laundry, they all had holes in them. Not just holes, they had been chewed to shreds.

He looked up, finally noticing that his door was cracked just slightly. Hadn’t he closed it before he had gone to sleep? A trickle of anxiety flowed through his veins, he had a feeling he knew what had happened.

Cautiously he stepped over to the door, opening it and coming face to face with the clothes-ruining culprit. His eyes widened. No, there was no way.

No. Way.

Toramatsu groaned, slamming the door behind him, a strangled yell leaving his mouth.

“That’s it! This is the last straw Tokugawa. I’m moving out!” He started pulling out his suitcases, not even bothering to throw away his laundry.  

He didn’t even have any clothes to wear to class.

“I’m getting evicted.” MC grimaced, thrusting the letter into Inuchiyo’s face. “For real this time.”

“For real this time?” He snatched the paper from her hand, taking a moment to read over it.

“Yeah, I am.” MC collapsed into the seat next to him, massaging her temples. “What am I going to do?”

“You were late on your payments again?”

“No!” She hissed, taking the paper back. “It’s the Manager! He’s a creep. I turned him down. Now I don’t have anywhere to live.” She looked exasperated. “Are we on the same page now?”

“Well what are you going to do? I already told you I’d take care of that creep but you wouldn’t let me.”

“Jeez, I don’t know, find a new place to live? Drop out and move back home? Move in to the campus library, maybe? I’m here all day anyway.” MC dropped her head onto the desk.

“You can stay with me?” Inuchiyo offered, patting her back.

“You, Hideyoshi, Mitsunari, and Hanbei in your two-bedroom apartment? No offense but I think I like the library idea better.” MC laughed, shaking her head. “I do appreciate it though.” She glanced at her phone, eyes widening.

“We’re going to be late for class!”

“Where do you think you’re going?” The familiar cheerfully cold voice chilled Toramatsu to the bone.

“I wasn’t joking, I’m moving out.” Toramatsu glanced around, hoping to look anywhere but the eyes of his roommates.

“You forgot to water the plants.” Ieyasu continued, trailing his hand over the leaves of one of the many pieces of his ‘special’ indoor garden.

“I don’t think missing one day is going to kill your profits, Tokugawa.” Toramatsu tried to ignore his line of thought. “Seriously, I’m packed, I found another place to stay. I’m gone.”

“All over little Ichigo?” Ieyasu sounded amused, pointing at the little demon, the floppy eared rabbit that single-handedly put him in pajamas.

“The thing isn’t a rabbit, it is a demon.” Toramatsu stepped back as the bunny hopped closer, wary of its sharp teeth. That little beast was barely a pet, it was just as threatening as a fierce guard dog. Over his almost six months living here, he had seen it send three separate people to the ER.

He wasn’t going to become a statistic.

“Harsh words, I seem to remember that you were the one who said you’d ‘cook her in a stew.’”

“I wasn’t even talking to you! I was on the phone and in my room!.” Toramatsu pulled the front door open. “This is just part of the problem, the tip a very very deep iceberg.”

“Of course, if you break the lease like this, I will have to pursue legal action.” Ieyasu shrugged, noting how Toramatsu froze at his words. “But, I’m a generous person, as you know.” He was smiling again, in that way that seemed to make the room 20 degrees colder, a smirk in his voice. “So if you can find someone to take your place in the next few hours, then I won’t say anything about you being such a dismal roommate and I won’t contact my attorney”


“Hey, Toramatsu!” MC shouted, jogging up to him in the hallway outside of their lecture hall. “Are you okay?” She looked concerned, but he really didn’t have time. He had to find a replacement.

“What? No I’m fine.” He replied, a flustered tone to his voice. “Do I not look fine?”

“You’re in pajamas.” She countered. “I’ve never seen you on this campus in the entirety of the three years I’ve been taking classes with you in anything less than your Sunday best.”

“Oh…yeah. About that. I’m moving out of my apartment, so this is all…I had?” He gestured to his pajama ensemble, a blush on his face.

“You’re moving out?” MC seemed to perk up at that. “I am too! Well, I’m being evicted, so that is less exciting but-“

“Evicted?” Toramatsu turned to her, wide eyed.  Oh no, he shouldn’t do what he was about to do, but…but, he needed to. He needed to get out of there. “Do you need a place to stay?”

“Y-Yeah.” MC gasped, stopping in her tracks. “Do you have a place? I mean, is your old place available?”

“You can take my place.” Toramatsu was yanking out a notepad, scrawling his address and information down. “I am having to move out because of extenuating circumstances, so my roommate needs someone to move in, ASAP.” He thrust the paper at her. “Be there at 6 pm tonight and I guarantee you’ll have a place to live.”

“W-Wait a second, will he mind living with a woman? How much is the rent?”

“Cheaper than your place for sure, and no, I don’t think Ieyasu cares.”

Ieyasu, MC recognized that name, Tokugawa Ieyasu. He was a senior, pre-pharm. His reputation was…less than pleasant.

She didn’t really have a choice now did she?

“Okay. Yeah I’ll be there.”

“Thank you so much!” Toramatsu seemed so relieved.

Shit, MC thought to herself, I have made a huge mistake.

Six on the dot and MC stood outside of the apartment, a nervous sort of energy making her tense.

Everything was fine. She was good roommate material. No strange quirks, no demanding habits.

And she was sure…sure he was not a bad person. Couldn’t be! After all, Toramatsu hadn’t told her anything too awful, other than the rumors she had already heard.

And those were just rumors…right?

She knocked on the door, rocking on her heels, and when it swung open, she couldn’t help but jump back in alarm.

And there he was.

The infamous Tokugawa Ieyasu.

The words were stolen from her throat as she glanced him over, even his molten copper eyes that make her shiver from the look in them were…stunning.

No this was a bad idea.

“So you’re the unfortunate woman who agreed to take Toramatsu’s place?” His smile never faltered from his face, and never ever met his eyes. He backed away from the door, allowing MC to walk in behind him.

“Welcome to my apartment.”

MC looked around, an incredulous look growing on her face.

His house was filled with…Marijuana plants?

Oh shit.

Well, it was too late, wasn’t it?

She took a breath, steeling herself.

She was going to live here whether she liked it or not, it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

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MP100 Valentines Week
Day 5; Lanterns

pairing: terumob

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Shigeo’s immediate group of friends might not actually be very good for Teruki’s general well-being.

“So,” Tome says in an overly-casual, faux-disinterested tone that puts Teruki on his guard immediately, “you and Kageyama, huh?”

He shuffles his feet, trying not to feel as though he’s under surveillance. It would be easier, probably, if he wasn’t actually under surveillance. There’s a girl across the schoolyard leaning out from behind a tree with a small digital camera, and it looks like she’s taking verbal notes with a pocket tape recorder? Why?

“Is that strange?” he finds himself asking. “We’re going to the movies after school, and since the theater is nearby, I thought I could just meet him – ”

“The movies, huh?” Tome smacks her gum, leans a little heavier against the gate, and looks him over. Teruki isn’t shifting his weight nervously from foot to foot but that’s only because he’s steeling himself to maintain composure. He’s stared down delinquents and adult espers, he won’t squirm now. He won’t. “What are you gonna go see?”

“A new action movie. Shigeo picked it.”

Her eyebrows fly up. “'Shigeo’ picked it?”

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Found and Lost

Hey, could you do an imagine where y/n goes to the underworld to help find Killian but she finds Peter (they were in love before) and she tries to get him back (a little smut would be nice >^<) but then she sees rumple killing him and when they get back she goes into Granny’s and lost boy by Ruth B is playing and she just breaks down? I know it’s weird you don’t have to or anything

warnings: smut ;) and swearing :P and a sad ending :(
(A/N): Please listen to Lost Boy as you read the diner scene!
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You never imagined that hell would be so cold. Of course, the Underworld wasn’t hell, but rather the resting point between death and an eternal sentence. Nonetheless, it was cold here, and the unease of restless spirits was beginning to soak through your sweater as you walked through both familiar and foreign streets.

What were you thinking, allowing yourself to come to a place like this? The heroes had launched themselves into a quest to reclaim Killian, and you foolishly decided to tag along. Anything was better than slow life in Storybrooke, you thought. You missed adventure. Craved it. It had been quite a while since you felt anything, really, and your veins ached for that familiar rush of adrenaline.

A few days had passed since you had winded up here, and to be perfectly honest, it was dull. Killian hadn’t been found, and the heroes spent all their time cooped up in the Underworld’s version of their apartment. You took this time to explore the place you would one day end up. It wasn’t an unnerving thought, and you did not allow yourself to think about why that was. But deep down, you knew that you could never be afraid of place that was one step closer to being reunited with…

No. You would not even allow the deepest parts of yourself to remember, to think of him. So instead, you made your way around the corner, and spotted Mr. Gold’s pawn shop. Well, the mock version of the real one in the land of the living. You pushed open the door, pleased to find it unlocked.

Gone were the benign trinkets that usually lined the shelves. Here, it was mostly bare, the display tables thick with dust and showcasing few artifacts. A little straw doll caught your eye, and you stroked a finger down it, admiring the innocence of it. You backed up to go explore the rest of the shop, and tripped. Staggering backwards, you collided into a a table. A resounding crash was heard, and you turned to find that a porcelain marionette puppet had shattered on the floor.

“Shit,” you breathed. No one was here, you thought. You could just leave, quickly, and avoid whoever owned the shop down here. Based on some encounters you and the heroes had had so far, you knew that they were probably not anyone you would want to piss off. It would be fine. You headed for the door.

“Can I help you?” A clearly upset voice barked from behind you the moment your fingers grazed the door. Truth be told, if you had heard anyone else’s voice, you would have bolted right out of there.

But there was something in that voice. It was too familiar- that accent, you knew it all too well. It couldn’t be,  you thought. There was no way…

You turned around slowly, not daring to believe it.  

But Peter Pan stood in front of you, his features morphing from an annoyed expression to a disbelieving one.

His jaw dropped.

… … …

He was here. It was him.

“Peter?” Your whisper was barely audible.

“(Y/N),” he breathed, taking a step towards you.

“Peter,” you whimpered, and you stumbled into his embrace. He clutched you tight.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” Peter burrowed his nose into your hair as you snaked your arms around his neck, clutching him close. “It’s you. You’re here. Darling-”

You couldn’t wait another moment. You began peppering his face with kisses, and he laughed, fucking laughed and your heart swelled at the sound, a sound you thought you’d never hear again. “Love, are you…?” You understood what he was asking.

“No,” you started. “I’m alive. I came down with…” You trailed off, not wanting to get into the long story. Not now, at least. Right now, all you wanted to do was…

You cupped his face, eyes flickering up to his. Studying. Savoring. Peter licked his lips, and you closed the gap.


The kiss burned through you, slow and sweet, and your mind reeled as your lips were reunited with his. It had been so long since he had been ripped from you, and each day since you had shoved down the memory of him. Thinking about Peter broke you, but now, being here with him… It built you back up.

The kiss was more fervent now, his tongue massaging your bottom lip as your fingers glided through his hair. You had truly missed this, you realized. Missed him. It was never adventure you had been craving lately. It was Peter. And now, your bones ached, ached for him.

“Peter,” you moaned into his mouth. His hand slid over your backside as he led you to a wall, pushing you up against it. He groaned against your lips, and the vibration reached your core. “Peter,” you tried again, hands grabbing his hips and pulling him flush against you. It had been too fucking long. You needed him to take you now. If you had to wait another minute, you would fucking explode.

He chuckled at you, and suddenly, the pair of you had evaporated into the air, reappearing in a bedroom. You didn’t know where you were, and you didn’t care. All you cared about was about Peter giving you exactly what you wanted very, very soon.

No words were spoken as you helped each other undress, and no words were spoken as he placed kisses down your body. And no words were spoken even as he slid off the last bit of his clothing, crawling over where you were laid on the bed, emerald eyes drinking in each detail of you. Everything that needed to be said was translated through kisses and moans.

Peter pressed himself against your entrance, and slid up and down the length of your lips. Once. Twice.

Tease, you conveyed through your eyes. It was torturous and he knew it.

Peter smirked as if to say, You got me. Perhaps this will help…

He rolled his hips, and the length of him slipped inside you. You arched your back.

“Fuck,” you broke the silence as Peter began to thrust into you, pace picking up as your legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper. Fuck. He felt so good, so right, and you relished the groan he gave out as he sucked against a sweet spot on your neck. Peter awakened something in you, made you feel things you hadn’t in the longest while. He was practically pounding into you now, and you let another moan, relishing the way he moved inside you.

You were close, so fucking close. If only he would…

As if he could read your mind, Peter slipped a hand down between you, thumb grazing above where you two were joined. “Peter!” You cried out as he began circling the bundle of nerves, and you repeated his name over and over. He mirrored you mantra, murmuring your name against your neck, breath hot against your ear.

Suddenly, he removed his hand, and you could have sobbed at the loss, but he flipped the pair of you, and you were then sat upon him. The angle was different, deeper, and you rolled your hips, eliciting a groan from him. Peter sat up as you continued to ride him, one hand cupping your backside, the other sliding up your spine. You cupped his face, and gazed at him.

Peter moved to thrust up into you to match your rhythm, and you sped up, needing to reach that imminent paradise, the place where you and him would once again become one.

You finally came, lights exploding behind your eyes as Peter’s mouth crashed to yours, and his lips sucked and nibbled as you rode your high. You were delirious with pleasure, and as your muscles contracted against him, he came as well, crying out your name, and the pair of you were finally joined in bliss.

You collapsed atop him as he fell back onto the bed, and you were enraptured by the feel of him continuing to twitch inside you. He was delicious.

He was yours. Your head rested in the crook of his shoulder as you brushed back the hair from his face. “I love you,” Peter whispered, and you smiled at him.

Emma had come down here to bring back the one she loved. You would do the same. As you gazed at Peter, you promised yourself that he would come back with you. The pair of you lay there late into the evening, and you told him everything that had happened since you lost him. You told him about the mess you were, and Storybrooke, and why the heroes were down here in the first place. He grinned lazily at you as you revealed that you would help him do whatever it would take to bring him back. And you knew you would. You could feel it in your heart. The pair of you were going to make it.

… … …

It didn’t turn out that way, in the end.

Emma had succeeded, yes, in bringing Killian back to Storybrooke, but Peter?

He never made it back with you.

You broke your promise.

You failed.

It was all going fine until Rumplestiltskin had shoved a heart into him, the heart that was supposed to save him, bring him back. Peter flashed a smile at you the moment before, the most beautiful one he had ever given you. And that was the last thing you saw before you both realized what had been done - that you had been deceived. As the water from the River Styx seeped throughout his body, you screamed, horrified as he died before you again. You caught him when he collapsed, and you’ll never forget his terrified groans as he labored his final breaths.

It was wrong. So wrong. This was never supposed to happen. You should have never gone down to the Underworld. You had done this. You had ruined this.

You had killed him.

And after he had looked into your eyes with the most despairing look of fear before evaporating into smoke, and after you had launched yourself at Rumple, shrieking as you clawed at his face, and after the heroes had to fucking drag you away from the spot where Peter had died into that goddamned portal, then, and only then, did your heart go silent.

… … …

It had been a month since you had left the Underworld. Or perhaps it was only a few weeks. Maybe even a few days. You couldn’t keep track of time. Didn’t even know what day it was. You didn’t care. How could you? There was no heart in your chest to feel anything at all, so what was the point of keeping track of something as pointless as time?

You trudged into Granny’s, plopping into a secluded booth. Honestly, you didn’t need to hide. The few heroes in the diner knew better than to try and talk to you. The guilt of allowing your happy ending to be lost was eating them alive.

If you had even an ounce of a heart left to care, you would have been glad of their shame, but you had no heart, and so you didn’t care.

You were lost in your thoughts for who knows how long before a familiar melody floated into your ears.

There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
My only friend was the man in the moon
And even sometimes he would go away, too

Shit. This song. It had been your favorite as a child, and you sang it frequently to Peter back on Never- no.

You blocked the memories out. But the song continued, and images flooded your mind.

Then one night, as I closed my eyes,
I saw a shadow flying high
He came to me with the sweetest smile
Told me he wanted to talk for awhile

Fuck. You remembered that night. It was chilly and quiet, and when you saw him, he truly looked like an ang- NO.

You slammed another mental wall down upon your thoughts. You didn’t get to think of him, not when you had failed to bring him back. But it felt so good to remember, you thought. And he had looked so beautiful…

He said, “Peter Pan. That’s what they call me.
I promise that you’ll never be lonely.”

He had promised, you recalled. And he had never faltered, never waivered from that vow. And what had you done? Tears swelled in your eyes.

And ever since that day…

You had failed.

I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook

The tears ran freely now, streaming down your cheeks as the first sob hit, the sound raw and hollow. You muffled the sound with your hands, heaving into the cries, giving in to the emotion.

Peter was dead. He had died again and you could not do a single thing about it. You had refused to mourn, refused to let yourself cry since you had gotten back, because if you had shed a single tear, it meant that it was over. That it was truly over.

And so you silenced your heart, not allowing yourself to feel anything. How could you? How could you let him go?

“Run, run, lost boy,” they say to me,
“Away from all of reality.”

You wished you could. Oh, you wished you could. Anything would be better than this. Your heart was screaming for him as you wept bitterly into your palms. The Underworld was dreadful, but this? This was worse.

This was hell.

The last look in his eyes was branded in your memory, the unadulterated fear scarred into the back of your eyelids.

The song played on, and you sat in your little booth alone, so very alone.

You were lost. And Peter was dead.

And the heartache would never end.

Hiatus AU: Mark drags Damien back across the country in what amounts to the most karmic reverse kidnapping in history, but stopping to take hipster pics of scenic overlooks will not protect you from the scary stuff lurking in the liminal space behind highway truck-stops. (A03)

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Weights & Measures Pt 5

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst. Pure Angst.

Word Count: 4.6k+

Triggers: swearing, sex

A/N: THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING WITH ME ON THIS JOURNEY. This story means a lot to me. I hope I did it justice. I may or may not write and epilogue. I hope you enjoyed this emotional roller coaster with me

Originally posted by ew-jiminnie

“I was prepared to love you and never expect anything of you
And there’s no patron saint of silent restraint
Baby there ain’t no sword in our lake
Just a funeral wake”

-Dry the River

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Epilogue

Three Weeks Later

“You need to figure your shit out, Y/N” Tiffany spat. “Because what you’re doing to Jungkook is really unfair”

You couldn’t look her in the eye, “I know. I just don’t want to lose him”

“Y/N, you’re going to lose someone, regardless of who you choose. And Yoongi is going through with the wedding. He already chose someone else” you know she was trying to talk some sense into you, but her obvious bias was making things hard.

“I know okay! Fuck. You’re making me out to be like some cold-hearted bitch” you spat.

“I’m just being honest with you. Since you’re obviously not being honest with yourself” you were starting to hate these weekly lunches. You had made the mistake of telling Tiffany how you felt about Yoongi and she has been pressuring you to make a decision ever since.

But it was complicated. You loved Jungkook. You really truly did. You could feel it in your bones. It was a sure thing. But Yoongi. Yoongi slipped through the cracks. Filling in the spaces of your thoughts. Always thinking about what could have been. What could have happened if you had just chased after him. But now, he was engaged to someone else. Someone who would probably make him happier than you.

You hadn’t stopped dreaming about him. Almost every single night the two of you showed up on the beach. Each time you got to hold onto him for a little bit longer. But in the end, he always disappeared. Each time you would wake up next to Jungkook feeling guilty. Feeling like your subconscious had betrayed you.

The snapping of fingers in front of your face brought you back to reality. Tiffany wasn’t amused. “Did you hear anything I just said to you?”

You shook your head, “I’m sorry, I spaced out. What were you saying?”

She rolled her eyes, “I was letting you know that your final fitting for your bridesmaid dress is Wednesday afternoon. I need you to be at the tailor’s at noon”

“Okay” you said.

Tiffany sighed, “I know I’ve been riding your ass lately, but I’m just worried about you. I don’t want anyone else getting hurt”

You took a deep breath, “I know”

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anonymous asked:

Sooo, if you are taking prompts, could you do one where Ciel insist on giving Sebastian a massage to switch roles and, for once, make the demon come undone with his own hands. But then Ciel fails miserably because he is too small and weak, and Sebastian too enormous and he starts to get frustrated. Finally, I do really love your writing, so thank you very much for sharing your work with us!!

Thank you anon! I think we all need a bit of fluff right now.

Ciel’s P.O.V.

He was always so good at this, I thought if I just did the exact same things then I would be too. Surely it wouldn’t be difficult - it was only a massage, after all.

He always made me take off my clothes and lay on my front with my head comfortably resting on a pillow. Then he would straddle me, still in his butlers uniform with his knees either side of my hips and the warmth of his crotch pressing against my rear.

I was wearing my nightgown, of course, but it shouldn’t matter. I eyed the perfect, long line of his flawless body where it stretched over my bed, his head resting to the side and watching me with amusement at my unusual orders.

“Close your eyes” I snapped, wondering how on earth I could get my leg to swing over him gracefully.

He obeyed, though his expression didn’t change in the slightest. And here I was trying to do something nice for him. Damn demon.

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Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Epilogue

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: Jungkook is trouble, the kind of boy your mother warned you to stay away from, the kind of boy that would leave you heartbroken and alone without a second thought. You know he’s only going to hurt you, but you can’t stay away.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Chapter 1- Spring

You can’t exactly remember how it happened. 

Maybe it was the alcohol running through your body that caused you to act so irrationally, or perhaps it was the dim lighting, causing everything in the room to become a confusing blur. But somehow you were here, sitting in Jungkook’s lap at a party in some house belonging to a person you barely even knew.

You weren’t really the kind of person that went to house parties, especially on a school night when you knew really you should be studying. But you’d just needed to escape, you’d needed to run away from your dad’s shouting, your mother’s constant pressure, you’d needed some time to just forget about everything. 

So you asked one of your friends where the nearest house party was, gulped down as much alcohol as you could handle and somewhere along the line caught the eye of none other than Jeon Jungkook.

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