the whole world is spinning

cold heart killer || stiles stilinski (smut)

word count: 6026

warnings: angst, smut, oral (both receiving)

author’s note: long time no post! so i’m back with a treat of both smut and angst! you’re welcome. i’m honestly not sure how i feel about this one, but i hope you all like it! 

pairing: stiles stilinski / reader


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Nervous fingers drummed on the leather steering wheel as the thunder roared, grey clouds covering the bright California sun. Beacon Hills was due for a storm within the next couple days, but it seemed to be coming sooner than forecasted by the meteorologist on the nine o'clock news. Her car sped down the road to the high school, having gotten a cryptic message from none other than Theo Raeken. Theo was her lab partner for a science project and they would meet up at the school’s library when they worked together even if her boyfriend, Stiles Stilinski wasn’t a fan of the new addition to the small town they lived in.

Stiles was the only one who didn’t particularly trust Theo and it got on everyone’s nerves just a little bit. He’d never been as trusting as everyone else in the pack, even though some of them would have their doubts about people. Although, Stiles was a totally different story. He didn’t like anyone, he seemed to think the whole world was against him. It would take awhile for him to warm up meeting new people.

Earlier that day, a note was in her locker. Messy handwriting that she vaguely remembered was scribbled on the fold paper, her name in black ink. She unfolded the paper and read the message:

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(Fic) Come Back





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Fandom(s): Sanders Sides, Thomas Sanders, YouTube

Warnings: Self-hatred, Self-deprecation, emotional breakdown, panic attack (maybe?), and momentary loss of trust. 

Ship(s): Platonic Analogical

Oh, my God, he left me. What do I do? What do I do now? I can’t handle this on my own. I’m not a leader, I’m not a taskmaster. I don’t know what to do oh my god oh my god oh my god. Virgil was panicking, his mind racing as Thomas, Roman, and Patton began to dig through Thomas’ memories. Virgil could practically feel the weight of the future pressing down on his shoulders, threatening to crush him and suck all of the air out of his lungs. And Logan had just left him here. He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing, tried to block out the bright light and the loud noise of Patton and Roman’s excited squealing. 

It’s too much it’s too much I can’t Logan please come back, Virgil thought, his train of thought all jumbled up and mushed together. He backed up against the wall, breathing shakily and fighting back tears as he slid down to the floor. Logan didn’t care about him. Virgil had been such an idiot to think that Logan actually cared that he was deteriorating. 

Come back come back come back please I can’t please. Virgil buried his head between his knees, tears leaking from his clenched eyelids and running down his face. The whole world was spinning and he felt like he was floating, felt like he wasn’t in his body anymore. He wanted to scream himself hoarse, to get the attention of the others and just get out of this mess because he couldn’t save himself, but he knew he couldn’t. 

Virgil faintly heard someone calling his name, but his head was spinning and he couldn't breathe and he could feel something wet running down his face. Someone grabbed his arm and he screamed, trying to pull away. 

DON’T TOUCH ME DON’T TOUCH ME DON’T TOUCH ME He felt the horrible sensation of his stomach twisting and churning and suddenly he wasn’t back up against the wall anymore. He was on his feet, leaning heavily against something soft, something warm. Virgil screamed again and pushed the thing away, scrambling backward breathing hard, trying to make sense of what was going on around him. 

“Virgil, look at me, it’s okay,” Logan said softly, getting down on his knees so he was at eye level with the panicking man. Virgil stared at Logan, eyes wide and panicked as he continued to cry, seeming bewildered. 

“Good Virgil, good. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, I promise,” Logan said lowly, trying to smile as the other trait looked at him in pain and confusion. Logan had really screwed up this time, and he knew it. 

“W-Why did you g-go?” Virgil managed to choke out, bringing his knees up to his chest and shivering. “I tr-trusted to. You said you wouldn’t leave. You…you saw…and you just left.” Logan’s heart sunk as Virgil look of sorrow turned to one of anger and he gritted his teeth, his glare sending chills down Logan’s spine. 

“I was upset. It was foolish of me to leave you behind. I-I…I came back as soon as I realized, I assure you,” Logan said quietly, not wanting to startle Virgil by talking loudly. Virgil grimaced and Logan’s hands twitched, itching to scoop up the anxious man in his arms and hold him until he felt alright again. 

“No, you didn’t. You left me in there to…to….I don’t know what! Y-You don’t actually care! And why should you? You never did before!” Virgil’s voice was raised, cracking as if it hurt for him to speak. 

“Yes, I did. I’ve always cared, Virgil, I just didn’t realize how much you truly needed help, so I didn’t do anything. I’m sorry. But I’m here now, aren’t I?” Logan said, his own voice beginning to quiver. Virgil took in a shaky breath and looked Logan up and down, considering him. 

“Y-Yes…Yes, you’re here,” Virgil whispered, closing his eyes and chewing at his bottom lip. Logan smiled and fought back tears as he opened up his arms, welcoming the other to come towards him. Virgil cracked an eye open and let out a tiny sob as uptight, necktie wearing, feelings-hating, affection-avoiding Logan took him into his arms, a bit stiff at first, but eventually relaxing and holding Virgil in an embrace that could have rivaled Patton’s. Virgil hiccuped and buried his face in Logan’s chest, twisting his tie around his trembling fingers. 

“You’re here…a-and…you’re…staying?” Virgil said although it sounded more like a question. Logan swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, hugging Virgil tighter and resting his head on top of his. 

“Yes, Virge. I’m staying.” 

s u r  r e n d e r | jjk | 1

“If I could turn back the time and make things different from the way it is now, would you be still here with me? Would it change everything?”

✧pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader
✧genre: angst + touch of smut 
✧summary: the first time you had a conversation with jeon jungkook you were 15.  the first time you heard him calling you by your name you were 16.  the first time you realize you were in love with him you were 17. the first time you saw him crying you were 18 - because he wasn’t the golden boy, never been. indeed, he was in pain.
✧warnings: abusing relationship, alcohol, depression, violence, quick changes in behavior, cursing, blood, cheating, smoking, lots of angst (for the whole series) just dark themes
✧keep in mind: english is not my first language. I can, and I’ll make mistakes, but I’m trying my best! Feel free to correct me.
✧wordcount: 8.2k

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 -  Playlist:  highly recommended while reading.

I. The Analepsis;

You met Jeon Jungkook when you were 15.

He was the boy with the biggest amount of friends in high school. He was the boy who spent his entire lunch break on the basketball field. He was the boy who you would always glance at when he was near his locker, looking like an angel sent from above whilst doing nothing in particular. He was the boy that never went to detention because he was ‘the golden one’. He was the boy with a good voice, a boy that always sang to girls to get him out of trouble – sometimes even to teachers.

He was the boy with the loudest laugh, the prettiest one. He was the boy that made you silently laugh in your seat when he did something silly, forced you to laugh quietly because you never wanted him to see you like that.  He was the boy all of the girls wanted, though he ended up with no one other than his one night stands. He was the boy that never done relationships, and you always thought that that was because he thought nobody was good enough for him - but the worst part of it was that you thought that too.

But he was also the boy who you never saw him cry, until that night. The milestone of your life.

The first time you saw Jeon Jungkook cry, you were 18.

It made you realize that you never knew him in the first place. You had never imagined the brown haired boy crying like a five-year-old in your arms. Never in your life had you imagined that the boy with the deep brown eyes - the eyes you realized had to bear everything once you saw them before they burst into tears.

It happened the night high school ended.

You had to attend the ceremony, not that you wanted to, but your parents insisted. They said that it was too important for your future to miss and that if you didn’t attend you’d be sorry. Sorry by the time you grew up into that beautiful and strong woman with a stable job that missed her high school years. You laughed it off. The only thing you were going to miss about this filthy place was, sadly, him.

Him - of all the people.

Him - without him being aware of your feelings for all of these years.

Him - without you knowing the real Jeon Jungkook.

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Uranus and the Solar System

I was just watching a documentary about the formation of the solar system (DON’T MOCK ME I’M A NERD) where they used ice skaters to represent all the planets and asteroids. Why did they do that?? I’m not completely sure. What I do know is that there was definitely an ice show after the Sochi GPF where the theme was “the solar system,” and it was the worst ice show of Yuuri’s life.

“Viktor is Jupiter,” everyone agrees, which is partially because Jupiter is the biggest and best but mostly because Viktor’s forehead could definitely get moons to orbit it. 

“Who has the hips to be Saturn and rotate these hula-hoop rings?” The producer asks.

“Katsuki,” comes the unanimous chant. Yuuri doesn’t understand, but he does know that now he has to stand by Viktor Nikiforov in a ridiculous outfit. Oh my god, he thinks in abject horror, which is astoundingly exactly what Viktor is thinking as he stares and stares at Yuuri’s skintight outfit.

JJ is Uranus, for obvious reasons AND because it means he’s stuck in the outer reaches of the solar system, where he can’t accidentally offend anyone. Otabek is Neptune– but only because Yurio had a brief stint as Pluto, as it was the smallest. “I’m a planet!” He hollers, spite-skating in circles with his chubby purple outfit on, “screw you!” Eventually Yurio becomes Mars, the red planet of the god of war, instead. Minami is tiny Mercury, and zips around the sun excitedly. Christophe takes his rightful place as Venus, named after the goddess of love, while a stone-faced Seung-Gil assumes his position as the Earth. His orbit is ridiculously precise– though he’s thrown off a bit by Sara Crispino, who has assumed her position as The Moon.

“I think Phichit should be Saturn!” Yuuri pleads. 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Phichit scolds, “I’m the Sun. Look at me, and tell me I’m not the sun.” Yuuri can’t even look at him directly, he’s so bright and cheerful.

“You’re the sun,” Yuuri admits, defeated.

“Did you know,” says Viktor, skating so close the outside of his planet outfit bumps against Yuuri’s rings, “that when the Solar System was first formed Saturn SAVED Jupiter from falling into the sun, and then they did a romantic gravitational dance that helped form the rest of the system? We should do it, Yuu-ri!”

Yurio interrupts what Viktor assumes to be a beautiful moment. “Stop making stuff up just so you can put a ring on Saturn!”

“I already have rings?” Yuuri says, and with Viktor so close, has vivid flashbacks to the disaster that was Sochi. “I HAVE TO GO NOW.”

“No!” Viktor wails, “no, it’s science! You can’t go against science!” Unfortunately for Viktor, the solar system spins on. He doesn’t know that Yuuri’s whole world revolves around him– yet.


this day - the sunday of memorial day weekend - holds such a tender place in my heart.

  • on this day in 2015, my wife + i walked down the aisle at camp wandawega and were married by one of our best friends in the world
  • and in 2016, we snuck back to wandawega, just the 2 of us, to celebrate our anniversary and the little secret we had yet to let the world in on: my wife was 6 weeks pregnant with dashiell
  • and today, 2017 - naps & coffee & neighborhood walks with our little family. a little quieter, perhaps, yet our whole world is spinning on a different axis
I just … I can’t believe how lucky I am. I lived for so many years in some version of the closet. initially self-imposed, then a double life, then kept in the closet by family.

it feels like life has turned on a dime, but it’s actually been a slow march toward uncovering - to living only one version of myself. I am finally out-out-out, with a beautiful wife & amazing son, & i can’t help but let the joy pour out of me.

andreil: flower shop au (iii)

part one, part two

  • the cats and andrew become best freaking friends and they get so many flowers from him
    • they’re at the point where it’s not just flowers
    • he also gets them toys even tho they like never play with them ever
      • “if ur going to have cats at least give them proper entertainment” he says to neil, who is so baffled by a stranger buying toys for his pets

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α вtѕ hαllσwєєn || wєrєwσlvєѕ

one || two

genre ➣ supernatural

rating ➣ (sm) for slightly mature.

summary ➣ you made the mistake of crossing their territory, paying the price by having to play their game of hide and seek. But, with a catch: you have to wear the red hood.

quote  ➣   “Tch, tch, little red. I’ll make you cum in one.”

The doors were yanked open faster than she could comprehend, a scream escaping past her lips as Yoongi latched onto her ankles, practically dragging her out the closet. Not going down so easily, Y/n grabs for the edge of the door, holding onto it for dear life. Chuckling lowly at her feeble attempt, he doesn’t hesitate to tug on her with such strength that he ripped the door from its hinges.

Gasping, Y/n allows the broken wood to slip from her grasp. Now having nothing to prevent the wolf from tossing her onto his bed with such force, she nearly bounced right off. Staring up at the man before her, Y/n could barely breathe at the sight; his eyes wide, and darkened with lust, teeth on display as his mouth hung open slightly as small pants escaped past his rosy lips. Y/n could feel her bottom lip tremble in fear, that feeling of being so close to winning now sitting in the pit of her stomach, leaving a sour taste in her mouth. 

She had lost. 

What was to become of her, she wondered. 

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The Memory Remains

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Jess, Mary, John, Bobby

Summary: Dean has a perfect life. What could go wrong?

Word Count: 2943

Warnings:  FLANGST.  You will be happy, you will be sad. I figure it must even out, right?

A/N:  This is for Mimi’s RomCom Fluff Challenge.  My prompt was “Would you guys hurry up? I’m breaking like thirty major laws here,” from Sixteen Candles.  @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog I love you and I hope there is enough fluff here to counteract the angst.

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Tags at the bottom.

Originally posted by thejabberwock

If only there could be an invention, that bottled a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again. - Daphne Du Maurier

The Memory Remains

The shrill chirping of the alarm wakes Dean, the dream world hovering on the edges of his conscious, its tendrils still reaching out to the part of his mind that meets the waking world. His arm flails about wildly for a moment before he locates the snooze button. Just eight more minutes.

Rolling over, he searches for you, seeking the heat of your body. He always searches for you in his sleep. The scent of lilacs fills his nose, the comforting scent that is so very (Y/N). You are all twisted up in the covers but he works his way past the offending barriers to pull you close, his body curving to mold to yours. You sigh with contentment, nestling into him, soaking up his body heat. Dean enjoys the blissful haze of the early morning, drifting between being not fully awake but not quite asleep.

The dreaded alarm sounds again far too quickly and Dean carefully extracts himself from the tangle of your limbs.Rolling over, you push your hair out of your eyes and rub your eyes blearily.

“Want me to make you some coffee before you go?” you ask.

“No, baby, you get as much rest as you can while you still have the opportunity.” He leans over and kisses you gently on the forehead.  

“Love you,” you murmur contentedly before burrowing deep into the covers.

“You too.”

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How It Is Now - Part One

Request: @rose4958  Can you do a second part to ‘Teen Sam x teen reader’ where they are older and run into each other (Maybe just maybe the reader had gotten pregnant the last time they saw each other, before Sam left for good) and they still love each other, maybe they end up together. I also love your writing and thanks

This is a follow up to How It Was Before (read it first).

Sam x Female Reader

Summary: After twelve years you and Sam have a chance meeting that changes everything. Part 1 of 2(or 3).

Words: 1800+

Beta’d by: @just-another-busy-fangirl

Warnings: a little language, smut in future parts. 

Your name: submit What is this?


Sam Winchester. You know his voice in a heartbeat, even after all these years since last hearing your name on his lips, it brings back a flood of memories long pushed to the deep recesses of your brain.

It’s not that you don’t think of him, but when you do it’s a shadow of a recollection, fuzzy around the edges. You wonder sometimes what’s real and what your brain just fills in to make things whole. For a long time, you turned every moment you spent together into painful memories. They were sharp little triggers that cut right to the quick every time. Even the sweet and good moments morphed into something agonizing.

But the pain faded long ago and perhaps you put on rose colored glasses when you think of him now. The two of you were just kids and that’s how you choose to recall him now, as lovely, gentle Sam who was always in awe of you.

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Supercorp Soulmate AUs

Our Circle Meets - uhpockuhlipz

  • Meeting one’s soulmate is supposed to be monumental. It is supposed to be the most important event of one’s life and from everything, Lena’s seen, that moment is almost sacred. So it’s a bit baffling when Lena finds hers and the whole world seems to stop spinning in that moment… but Kara Danvers doesn’t seem to notice it at all.

put these battered bones to rest - glaeson

  • Lena gets her soulmark at thirteen. The name that’s written on her hip, she thinks, is the oddest thing she’s ever seen.

I don’t wanna be alone. (When these bones decay) - luthorial

  • Sometimes when they hug, the smell of Kara leaks into Lena’s pores like shampoo cinnamon smoke and it takes hours for it to go away. Lena doesn’t want to think about how she wishes it would never go away. Not on a night like this when the stars burn bonfires in the clear dark sky and the mellow streetlights combined with the crisp air create a tension. Everyone sees the world in black and white until they meet their soulmate AU

all i know (is that i love you so); - kryptonians

  • Kara briefly wonders if she could just say those words to Lena, if that would work, if that counted, but feels guilty for even considering such a thing. She’s not destined to Lena and Lena’s not destined to her, and she feels dumb for being so upset over this, considering the girl has never even said a word to her. Kara cries herself to sleep that night, wishing she had her mom there to comfort her.  or, soulmate AU where your soulmate’s first words to you are tattooed on your skin.

Bruises - somanyfeelings

  • “It makes sense in a way you never thought all of this would: she was not born here. She is not from here. Fire and steel will not break her skin, but they clearly mar yours.” OR: every bruise, bite, and scratch you get appears on the skin of your soulmate; and while supergirl may not bruise, lena luthor does.

Holding Rivers - Capricious_Wind

  • Eliza explained it as the Brand, a unique mark that could only be shared with one other person. It would etch itself onto your skin the first time you touched your destined partner. Soulmate, Eliza had said, the person whose life was meant to be intertwined with yours.

Signal Interference - DuskenDreams (From_Dusk_to_Dawn)

  • It’s only after she realizes she’s spent the last twenty minutes daydreaming about what this stranger might be like and how dreamy they might be that it hits her like a bolt of lightning, the revelation so startling it’s as if Livewire had returned to strike her once more. Soulmate. She has a soulmate. A writing-on-the-skin soulmate AU where soulmates are not the norm and Kara’s got some explaining to do.

There for all to see - spacemanearthgirl

  • On Krypton when you meet your soulmate, their name appears on your skin. Apparently, the same thing happens when you’re on Earth but your soulmate is a Kryptonian. OR Lena is really confused one day when she finds Kara’s name tattooed on her skin.

You’re no stranger to my soul - eluigih

  • They say that every face you see in a dream is one you’ve seen before [Soulmate AU]
John Murphy Imagine: Back

Not requested but inspired by @aya-fay

Summary: After Murphy ran away from grounders reader takes care of him. The next day when nearly whole camp gets sick reader does as well. Once she’s better she reassures Murphy that it’s not his fault and finally reveals how she feels about him.

Word Count: 1569

Originally posted by claracivry

“He’s back!” Harper bursted into our shared tent interrupting my peaceful moment since I was silently lying on my back starring at the ceiling.

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[roommate benefits | joshua]


summary; Being roommates with one of your previous worst enemies isn’t so bad after all.

If you had made the first move then it must’ve meant you wanted him too, right?

A/N: For and inspired by my main hoe, Casper. After pretty much 10 hours of brainstorming together, I decided to run with an idea, lmao. <3 U

Joshua Hong. That boy loved to torture you; he lived for it.

Ever since 7th grade when you tripped and fell in the lunchroom and spilled milk all over yourself, he had decided to make your life a living hell.

Now, he was a sweet kid, you saw it. The way he kissed up to adults, the way he always said ‘please’ and ‘thank you.’

You spent your grade years wishing that he’d treat you with the same respect. Maybe because you were tired of the teasing, or maybe because you were itching to see his lips curve upwards at you in any expression besides a smirk.

But everything changed once you had gotten older.

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Jamilton 92?

There was a party at the dead of winter at 1780 Albany Road, where one of the largest houses on the street was emptied of adults and filled with college students raging over cheap booze and loud music. “Daddy said not to have people over while he’s out of town.” Peggy screamed over the music as Angelica and Eliza stared down at the hundreds of people gathered for their end of the fall term party. 

“Daddy doesn’t need to know.” Angelica purred, deciding to join the crowd when Maria Cosway walked across the living room to the kitchen. Angelica found her chance to ask out the pretty art student.

“Daddy said no boys are allowed!” She urged as Eliza shook her head and booped Peggy’s nose lovingly. 

“Like I said you’re free to go to your room and hide out for the rest of the night.” The middle sister said to her youngest sister who was a freshman in college. “If you do join, you best not touch the alcohol.” 

“Then whats the point of me even being part of this.” Peggy rolled her eyes and grumpily took off to her room. Peggy didn’t need to be part of the party anyway. She sat up in her room for sometime, hearing the rumble of feet coming up and down the stairs. Peggy had opened up youtube and started looking over make up gurus when her door opened and a very pale and dazed looking man with large, mane like hair hiccuped. 

“Where is your bathroom?” 

“Two doors down.” She motioned and without a thanks he left in a hurry. After five minutes her door opened again, this time to a familiar face. “Alleeex, tell me you brought me some beer.” 

“Pegleg I love you, but you’re under age.” Not that had stopped Alex when he was eighteen. “Also Angelica is in the kitchen, I don’t want to give her a reason to slaughter me with a meat caviler.”

“Ugh, fine, what do you need.” 

“Need to whizz, where is the bathroom again?” 

“Two doors down but–” She was too late, Alex disappeared down the hall closing the door behind him. “…someone is already in there I think…” Oh well, she turned back to her video and thought nothing of it

Alexander was buzzed and in need to empty his bladder he was about to unbuckle his pants as he opened the door when he screeched at the side of a black mass of hair hunched over the toilet bowl. It took him a good five minutes to realize there was a body that belonged to that hair and another minute to register who that body was. “Ugh.” Of course it was Jefferson. Of course he was invited to the party because the spoiled, popular shit stain from his Political Science AND Creative Writing class was literally everywhere. It was bad enough he tainted Hamilton’s two favorite classes. “Assferson what are you–” 


Alex took a step back and scrunched up his face. “Are you drunk?” 

“N-No” Thomas whimpered into the toilet bowl. “J-Just go…B-bleh!” He dry heaved into the toilet, his face practically inside of the bowl at this point. Alexander had have the mind to go. His body turned as if to leave when he heard Thomas groan. Pathetic. Where were his friends? The smooth talking, somewhat intelligent man had always one or two lackeys with him. Now alone? 

If it were him he’d have his friends with him right now. If this were him he wouldn’t have wanted to be alone. “Fffff” it would be nice for the rich guy to owe him one…it would be real nice actually… 

Thomas felt his whole world spin, his hair full and coiled was sticking dangerously close to his clammy face and the toilet water. He felt another wave of nauseous hit him just in time as two hands carefully pulled back his forest of hair from his face and allowed him a little more room to up chuck the contents of his stomach. 

“I never thought I’d see the day, Thomas Jefferson gets ‘white girl wasted’“ 


Hamilton laughed bitterly at him, but he stood there, back hunched over uncomfortably as he held Thomas’s hair in a ponytail with his hands. His hair felt amazing, he didn’t think such a coiled and wired textured curl could feel so soft at the same time. He tried not to think of Thomas’s great hair mainly because Thomas had too many ‘great’ things about him that made it hard for Alex to form a decent case against him most days. 



Thomas turned his head, his eyes were like two black holes, sucking up all the light in the world. Holes that could end worlds, swallow galaxies and beings whole. He felt them suck him in, suck in all the light in his life so all he was staring at were two ,watery blacken pits that led no where…mysteriously…but had so much depth Alexander’s curiosity almost begged him to dive in and find where blackholes led. “Thank you” he spoke softly, his sweat drenched face was so soft and unhinged he seemed so …feeble. 

For a moment Alexander felt the urge to pee and the buzz of booze leave him. He was wide awake and somewhat at a loss for words. “Uh…your welcome…Lemme…get …uh Madison or something.” 

“No…just….stay here for a minute, I’ll be fine…” 

So he stayed. 

Peggy peeked into the bathroom and chuckled to herself, snapping a picture for her snapchat. “I smell a love story~ or a really shitty night.” 


Originally posted by hanwooz

pairing: mingyu x reader
words: 1429
genre: some fluff, mostly angst
warnings: miscarriage

It had been eight months since you had called Mingyu up on the phone. You had been sitting on the toilet seat, pregnancy test in your trembling hand. When you had heard his groggy morning voice, you wanted to end the call. You couldn’t do it. You covered your mouth, choking on the sobs. Mingyu started to get worried when you didn’t say anything. ‘’Stay on the phone, okay? I am going to be there in five minutes,’’ he had said, as you heard him open his front door and his heavy breathing from running to your house.

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Mobbed- "Could you just hold me?"

As Shawn’s girlfriend of 3 years you got lots of attention from his fans. Although you aren’t a singer or an actor, just dating Shawn made you popular throughout social media and such.

You loved Shawn’s fans almost as much as he did. They supported him in the thing he loves to do, and that means the world to you. They make him happy, and that’s all you could ever ask for. Though, sometimes they got out of hand. It wasn’t necessarily their fault, it just sorta happened.

If Shawn was somewhere out in the public you had to be sure to have lots of security and a back up plan if something went wrong. His security team was very strict but for good reasons. Shawn was very strict with you if you went out. People recognized you almost as much as they did with Shawn.

Shawn felt bad that he had taken your privacy away. You couldn’t go grocery shopping without a body guard. You couldn’t go get new clothes without having the whole store empty. But that’s how life is now. You could sacrifice your privacy if it help Shawn sleep at night. He was always worried. He got very anxious when you were out. He would hate if something were to happen because of his popularity. But he can’t protect you from everything.

Today Shawn would be playing at the Staples Center in Los Angles. You had been tagging along with him on tour for the summer. It was a hard school year with you at your university and him traveling, but now that school was out all you did was spend time with him.

Right now you guys were heading into the Staples Center to begin sound check, meet and greet and much more. There was lots to do before each show so you had to be there earlier.

And of course Shawn had very dedicated fans that would show up and watch him walk into the arena every time. He would usually stop and take pictures with as many girls as he could, but he couldn’t spend all day out there. If it was up to him, he would.

Right now the some of the security team was in the bus with you, Shawn, Andrew, and Geoff.

“Ok we are gonna have 3 guards on Shawn, 2 on Y/N, one on Geoff and one of Andrew. Just follow them and you’ll be good,” the main guard explained. Everyone nodded then dispersed to get anything else they need from the bus before leaving to the arena.

You followed Shawn to the back of the bus where the was a queen bed that you two shared. It was like the master bedroom of the RV. You had noticed that Shawn had an upset look on his face when he left so you went to investigate.

“Babe, is everything ok? You seemed upset when we left the meeting,” you asked placing your hand on his back and running it up and down a bit.

“Yeah I’m fine. I’m just kinda upset that you only have 2 guards. You know how crazy the girls can get. Maybe we can get one of my guards to go with you,” he explained thinking out loud. You reacted quickly grabbing his shoulder and making him face towards you.

“No way. Shawn they are here to see you. They are going to want a picture with you. They are going to be mobbing you. If you want to keep me happy, then you will take 3 guards. I love you so much, and I know you are used to protecting me, but let me protect you every now and then,” you fought back.

“Ok fine, but if anything happens to you, I’m gonna lose it,” he responded letting his protective side come out again.

“Ok baby,” you said running your hands through his hair. You stood on your tippy toes and gave him a kiss on cheek before going to the bathroom to check your makeup.

About 5 minutes later everyone was gathered in living room paired up with their guards. You were standing next to Paul and Robert your body guards. Paul was about 5'10 and had a Mexican heritage. He had many tattoos up is arms. He always seemed to look pissed off which honestly scared you. Robert was about 6'1 and he was originally from LA. He had worked as a guard for many years which made Shawn very comfortable when you were with him. Paul was newer to security but he was knowledgeable and strong.

“Everyone ready?” Geoff questioned nearing the door. There were many answers but overall the were all just yes. Geoff’s guard opened the door and immediately there were screams.

First Geoff and Andrew went. Then Shawn. You watched as he stepped out and listened as the screams got 4 times louder, if that is even possible. You have them a second before walking out. The screams didn’t stop. Robert was in front of you and Paul was behind you. The minute you got on the other side of the barricade you knew this crowd was stronger than any other you had faced. There were just so many girls. This gave you an anxious feeling.

You began to push forward. There were phones in your face. People pulling on your hair. People tugging on your clothes. Paul and Robert did their best to push anyone to close away.

“We need back up, up here,” you heard John, Shawn’s guard, say into the radio that was hanging off Roberts belt. Your head snapped up looking for any sight of Shawn, though you couldn’t see anything over Roberts tall figure.

Since you were the only other person with more than 1 guard, your guards were the back up.

“I’m gonna help them out,” Robert yelled over the screaming to Paul. Paul reacted quickly coming in front of you. He began to push girls out of the way as Robert maneuvered through the sea of girls o make it to Shawn.

Paul was doing his best, but it wasn’t enough. The girls got so overwhelming. You began to have shorter breaths. You knew what gonna happen if you didn’t calm down, but you didn’t see that happening soon.

You knees began to get wobbly due to the lack of oxygen. You put your hand on Paul’s shoulders for support.

The girls were too much. They were loud, they were close, and they weren’t stopping. You put one hand on your throats feeling it starting to close up. Everything didn’t feel real. You felt like you were in a whole other world. Everything was spinning and every now and then thing would just go black.

You’re chest was killing you. You felt like the weight on the world was resting upon your chest. You were overwhelmed with fear. The fear of being trampled. Or crushed.

By now Paul had realized the state you were in and knew something was wrong.

“There’s something wrong with Y/N. I need help,” he said into his radio. He turned towards you putting his arms under your arms trying to hold you up.

You couldn’t breathe, you blacking out, and everything felt like it was falling to pieces.

“Y/N focus on my eyes. Keep your eyes open,” Paul instructed you. You did your best to follow his instructions but it was so hard. All you wanted to do was collapse. You were just overwhelmed by everything.

You must have blacked out for a couple seconds because when you woke up you were being transferred into someone else’s arms. You looked up and you were met with a pair of soft brown eyes.

“I got baby. I need to you to focus on breathing. Take deep breaths,” Shawn directed. You looked around you realizing the guards had made a circle surrounding you and Shawn.

“Shawn, I need out,” you stuttered. Fear was just kept washing over you.

“I know baby, we are working on it,” he responded. As a group everyone moved forward. Most of you weight was in Shawn’s arms. As much as you tried you couldn’t manage to keep your self up on your own. You were sure if Shawn wasn’t holding you up you could be on the floor. That just scared you even more.

After about 2 minutes of pushing and shoving the group made it to the safety of Shawn’s room in the arena. By now Shawn had just picked you up bridal style realizing that you couldn’t walk on your own. You were in the same state of mind but it was starting to calm down. But Shawn wasn’t calming down.

“What do you need babe? Should I call an ambulance? What do want me to do,” he pleaded. He was almost as distressed as you were. He sat informs of you on the floor while you sat on the couch speechless. You were trying to figure out what happened.

“Could you just hold me,” you asked not being able to come up with anything else. All you really wanted right now was to feel the comfort and safety of Shawn’s arms. He seemed to understand that. He silently moved to the couch pulling you softly into his lap. You rested your head on his shoulder pushing your face farther into his neck. He had one arm under you keeping you from slipping off and the other was playing with your hair. This helped calm you down. After a couple minutes you were pretty calmed down.

“What happened babe? Nothing like this has happened before?” Shawn asked.

“Everything was fine at first. Robert was in front of me, Paul behind me. Then someone asked for backup so Robert left. Which means I had Paul and that was it. Although he’s great, there wasn’t much he could do on his own. The girls just got so overwhelming,” your lip trembled as you recalled the recent events. You shook off the fear that came creeping up again.

“Babe, I’m so sorry. I gonna make sure next time everyone has more guards. That was so unfair to you,” he said his grip getting tighter on you.

“It’s over babe. Nothing we can do. Just hold me, and never let go,” you mumbled getting comfortable again.

“Ok, I can do that,” he responded.

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