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Friends With Benefits

Can you write a lynn gunn imagine where you two are friends with benefits and you start to develop feelings for her and you tell her and find out she feels the same and you two end up together? Thank you!

Hope you enjoy this one anon, made it a little angsty to begin with - v mild smut + a good dose of fluff. 

Requests open my friends!

You placed your thin red cup down on the plastic table beside you, glancing around the sea of bodies in search of Lynn. She had invited you to a party in her home town, yet you hadn’t realised going to a party with her meant you’d barely get to spend any time with her. You sighed quietly, nodding to Brian as he gave you a quick wave. You did your best to muster a smile as you made your way upstairs in search of some privacy. Once you found a room without people making out on top of the bed whilst they violently shooed you away, you took a seat on top of the unfamiliar sheets. You pulled your phone out of your back pocket, running your finger over the lock screen a few times to make sure you could keep looking at it. It showed a photo of you and Lynn, her blonde hair in a messy bun as she balanced on your back, the smile on your face brighter than you’d ever seen it before. It was becoming harder and harder to deny the obvious. You and Lynn had been sleeping together for 3 months, the friends with benefits routine working out perfectly for both of you. She was your best friend after all, and you were fresh out of a toxic relationship and ready for some no strings attached fun. You needed it. And Lynn was in no shape for anything serious, not after the way she had emerged from her last relationship. She was damaged, and so were you. You had a perfect in the mean time arrangement going - just sex, no feelings. You loved each other, sure, but you weren’t in love with each other. That was the deal. And that way you got to keep your friendship in tact once one of you inevitably moved on with somebody else. And for a while, it worked. That was until you started to notice the butterflies gathering in your chest when Lynn glanced at you, or the way your whole body tingled when you watched her on stage - passionate and talented and so, so sweaty. It was even harder to ignore the way she made you feel when she was on top of you, her sweat from the stage lights replaced with a new kind of heat. The kind that drove you fucking crazy. But you still thought you could get over it. Lynn wasn’t into you. Not that you had seen or heard of her sleeping with anyone else lately, but that didn’t mean she had feelings for you. Maybe it just meant you were doing a good job at keeping her satisfied, you could live with that. You scurried to your feet when you heard voices coming closer to the bedroom door. Without thinking, you ran toward the closet at the foot of the bed, closing yourself inside.
“Fuck, Lynn. Slow down.” An unrecognisable girl’s voice made you nauseous. Your stomach dropped when you heard Lynn moan out her reply. No doubt against this strangers lips.
“But I don’t want to slow down, baby. In fact, I think we should speed this shit up. May I?” You peeked through the gap in the door to see Lynn’s hands latched onto the hem of the unidentifiable woman’s top - the woman that was unknowingly contributing to the breaking of your heart into a million tiny, Lynn shaped pieces. You tried to keep breathing, but the jealously that stirred within you was enough to confirm - you had feelings for Lynn. And you had strong feelings at that. You pushed the door open with both hands, stumbling out into the room awkwardly.
“Shit. Y/N? What the fuck are you doing in the closet?” Lynn asked in disbelief. The woman beside her covered herself, excusing herself as she paced out of the room.
“Wait!” Lynn yelled, walking after her slightly before realising she was too far gone.
“What the hell dude?!” Lynn yelled, turning back to face you. You stared blankly at her, loving the way her eyebrows creased when she was angry.
“I had to make a call. I wanted some..privacy.” You said, kicking yourself.
“You had to make a call in the closet?” Lynn held back a laugh, sighing away the rest of her anger.
“I just needed to get away from everyone for a minute. I hadn’t even seen you for like an hour. Guess now I know why.” You mumbled the last sentence, swallowing both your jealously and your tears.
“Wait. Are you jealous, Y/N?” Lynn asked with a smirk, inching closer to you.
“No. Of course not. We’re not together.” You closed you mouth, telling yourself to shut up before you said something you’d regret.
“I know.” Lynn said quietly, sounding almost sad about it. You made your way past her, breathing in her scent without looking at her.
“Where are you going?” Lynn asked, her tone evidence that she had sensed the tension between the two of you.
“Um, home.” You said.
“I’ll drive you, we do live together after all.” Lynn said, striding over to you. You put your hands up in front of your chest, almost touching hers.
“Nah, I can go alone. You’ve been drinking anyway.” You said.
“I’m sober. You’re the one that’s been drinking.” You ignored the fact that Lynn had been about to fuck that girl sober, meaning she was completely in control of her actions and in no way inhibited. Maybe she really didn’t care about your feelings at all.
“Fine.” You said, caving. You followed Lynn to her car, waving small goodbye’s to her friends until you were finally rested against the passenger seat.
“Is there something going on, Y/N? Are you made at me?” Lynn’s voice was small as she questioned you, her eyes fixed to the road.
“No, we’re fine.” You lied, unconvincingly. Lynn’s expression told you she knew, but she said nothing for the rest of the drive. Instead, as soon as you made it to your room you realised she was following you, her lips on yours before you had the chance to speak. You melted into her as she kissed you carefully. She was usually rough, always keen to work out her frustrations on you. But this time she was soft, every touch was smooth and gentle and she was making you feel like you were floating. She ushered you to your bed, landing on top of you as she began to undo your jeans. You tried to ignore the voice in your head, the one reminding you that this wasn’t just friends with benefits anymore - this was you falling in love with your best friend. Lynn pulled at your jeans, looking up at you questionably when you made no attempt to help her. Her hair fell messily around her shoulders, her lips parted as she breathed heavily. She sat back, removing her own shirt to expose her bare chest. She landed back down against your body, grinding into you purposefully as she ran her hands up your stomach.
“Don’t you want me, Y/N?” She whispered teasingly in your ear. The biting of your ear lobe was the final straw as you pushed her off of you forcefully.
“What the fuck is up with you tonight, Y/N?!” Lynn yelled, her voice breaking. You stood in front of her, wishing you could find the words that allowed you to be honest without losing her entirely.
“I can’t do this anymore. It’s not just sex. It’s not just friends with benefits to me.” Lynn stared at you, shrugging her shoulders as she prompted you to say more.
“I have feelings for you, Lynn. And they’re not going away.” You felt like you were about to fall to pieces. Lynn continue to stare at your vulnerable self, a few moments passing before she spoke.
“I know.” She said softly.
“What?” You snapped, the pain of seeing her with that girl intensifying with every passing seconds.
“I..I have feelings for you too. I’ve had them for a long time. I just didn’t know how to tell you. And then we were both single and I didn’t think you’d ever want to be with me like that, so I suggested we sleep together. All fun and no strings attached. I just needed to be close to you, and I thought that was the only way.” Lynn looked close to tears as she locked eyes with you.
“But, that girl tonight..” Lynn shook her head.
“That was nothing. Brian said his friend was interested in being set up with you and I got really jealous and grabbed the first girl I could find. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You felt like everything was finally coming together.
“Does that mean, you want us to be together? For real?” You asked, taking a few steps closer to Lynn. She laughed sweetly, her eyes lighting up.
“Maybe. Is that what you want?” Lynn asked, cupping your face with her hand.
“Of course it is.” You breathed, laughing giddily.
“Well in that case, will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?” Lynn asked, laughing at her own proposal.
“You literally don’t even have to ask. Can we have new couple sex now please?” You asked, pulling Lynn on top of you.
“Mm definitely. I’m going to show you what it’s like to be mine, all night.”

SIX FEET UNDER | SugarDaddy!Seb x Reader

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A/N: Okay ya’ll there is at least going to have to be a part 2 to this because it’s getting so long. I’ve had this idea brewing for a while, so let me know what you think! (And watch for part 2 later this week)


You stepped out of the elevator, your bright lapis blue suede high heels clicking softly with each step. You were wearing the usual on top – a fitted black dress, as was dress code. Today, your dress had triangular shaped mesh cut outs. Might as well go out with a bang, you thought whilst dressing yourself this morning. Your gold necklace continued to bounce with each step you took as you approached the corner that would take you directly past the boss’s office.

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Caught (Spencer Reid x Reader)

One shot request for @damhunterofartemis! “Spencer has a girlfriend and the team doesn’t know about her until they catch him kissing her.” Un-beta’d! 
Requests are still open! :) 


“Honestly, Boy Wonder, you should come out with us tonight. You need to meet someone,” Penelope said as she was scurrying around in her heels, grabbing her purse and outfit change. She, JJ, and Emily extended the Girls Night invite out to the rest of the team.

“Garcia, I appreciate the offer but trust me, I’m fine.” Spencer said, rejecting yet another invite which was met with a pout from the blonde.

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No Love (M) | Part One

Long List of Warnings (trigger warnings)

Angst, Unfaithful Reader, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Slight Sexism, Social Issues, Child Abuse (non-sexual), Unhealthy Relationship Depiction, Unstable Reader, Slightly Manipulative Reader, Sex & stuff.

Disclaimer: Other Kpop artist/Fictional Characters are portrayed in this, this is not an accurate representation of their personality so please do NOT get offended.  

Word Count: 9.9k+

Description: After a two-year breakup with Yoongi, you suddenly run into him again at your boyfriend’s party. Drunk and alone, Yoongi passes out on you, and you convince Jiwon (your boyfiend) to let Yoongi stay over for the night without telling him about your history. Jiwon, who invited Yoongi as a business colleague, is willing. But little does he know that it will wreck havoc on your relationship. (Takes place the morning after this happens.)

Request:  “Hey could you do a daddy kink with Yoongi, please?”

A/N: You probably expected this to be a hot smut without any emotional roller coasters at all, didn’t you? Title is actually a song by Lyves that I listened to while writing the reader opening Yoongi’s present scene. - Admin Baby  

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Haunt Care

Living in a haunted home means assuming the role of caretaker. You have become a guardian against those who would seek to destroy the undead, and vice versa, the haunts have become your guardian against those who would do you harm.

Every haunted house and resident (or group of residents) will develop rituals of communication. Some are elaborate and require all manner of candles and artifacts, while other pairings keep open channels — simply speaking is enough.

Your first few months, possibly your first year, will be spent figuring out just how to communicate with one another. Is that oddly creaking stair an invitation? Is the sound of rain on a clear day a request for help? Similarly, how do you tell your haunts you need them to listen? That you need their extra-worldly authority on matters weighing on your mind and heart?

Haunted houses require attention and care, and if it has been awhile since anyone has treated them well, they are likely to be fussy or cranky. As a matter of fact, many horror stories involving such haunts turning against new residents are, in reality a case of “cranky and sleepy ghosts being woken up.”

Have a little patience, double up on your necromantic protection spells, and you’ll be fine (probably).

Family Reunions Pt 2

Jason Todd x Reader

A/N:  I really hope everyone likes this.  I really tried not to make it too long, but it’s whatever. (Requests are open please send them)

Summary:  After meeting part of the Batfam, to Jason’s surprise you invite all of them to dinner.

Part 1

After breakfast, Dick got a call from work and took Tim back to the manor.  Meanwhile Jason had finally woken up to the sounds of dishes rattling and shuffling in the kitchen.  He winced as he sat up glancing at his fresh bruises and raw shoulder.  As he drug himself out of bed and down the hallway to the kitchen he noticed three unwashed coffee mugs sitting on the counter.

    “Thirsty?” He commented, suspicious.

    “Jason,” she smiled. “How’s your shoulder?  I put some medicine on it this morning, I thought I might numb some of the pain-”

    “Did we have company this morning?” Jason interrupted.

    “Oh just your brothers,” y/n mumbled.

    “What?  They followed me home?!”

    “Jason!” y/n shouted over him.  “It’s okay, I talked out some things with Dick and Tim.  They just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

    “They followed me to our home, y/n,” Jason elaborated.  “This is not okay!  I’m going to see them.”  Jason started walking to their shared room to throw on a shirt.

    “Jason, no!” she said, making a poor attempt to block the door.  Jason glanced at her; how could she be so cute?  In his shirt trying to block him from leaving when he could easily pick her up.  “Listen I know your family isn’t the most functional, but they’re all you’ve got.”

    “Y/n, I need to have conversation with them,” he sighed, “about boundaries.”

  “Then you can talk to them tonight.  I invited your brothers, Bruce, and Alfred over for dinner.”

    “You did what?!”

    “Jason, listen!” She shouted.  “They don’t know me, at all, and they very suspicious people so I need to have a good impression.  Plus, you know they’ll come back here either way, they might aswell be invited.”

    “Well you need to uninvite them or I won’t be here when they come over-”

    “Jason Peter Todd they are going to be our guests and you are going to deal with it!” Y/n yelled, storming out of the room.  Jason threw his face into his hands and groaned, well tonight should be eventful.

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    It was around six twenty when y/n came out of their room in a new dress ready to meet Jason’s whole family.  She sauntered down the hallway pleased with the sight in front of her, a spotless apartment and her gorgeous boyfriend putting the finishing touches on their dinner.  She snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around his torso as he kept their meal warm on the stove.

    “Hello, handsome,” she grinned into his back.

    “Hey, beautiful,” he smiled turning around and giving her a peck on her forehead.

    “Like what you see?” she asked.

    “I always do-”  Before Jason could finish his sentence there was a knock at the door.  “What the hell?  One of the neighbors?”

    “Don’t worry, it’s your family,” she stated.

    “How do you know?”

    “They never buzz in.”

    Y/n strolled over to the door and pulled it open to reveal Dick and Tim in the same clothes they were from this morning.

    “Hi boys,” she greeted.  “Come on in, Jason’s making dinner.”  They followed y/n into the kitchen where Jason was.

    “Hey baby bird,” Dick grinned.  “How’s the shoulder?”

    “Sore, but fine,” Jason responded, uninterested.

    “Hello, Jason,” Tim said.

    “Hey, replac-,” Jason was cut off when he noticed a hard glare coming from y/n.  “Tim.  Hello, Tim.”  Dick and Tim glanced at each other almost in shock.  He must really like y/n.

    “So where’s everyone else at?” y/n asked.

    “Oh, you know, Bruce has always been very punctual,” Dick answered.  “I bet he’ll buzz in exactly at six thirty.”  Right as Dick finished speaking someone buzzed in to come up to their appartment and low and behold Dick was right, it was six thirty.  Jason pressed the entrance button and in a few minutes there was a knock at the door.  Y/n was at the door in a matter of seconds primping herself on the way over.  Jason grinned at her, everything she did just made his heart beat a little quicker each time.

“So baby bird,” Dick started, “it looks like you’ve got a keeper.”  For first time in many years Dick heard Jason chuckle.

    “At least you’re right about something,” Jason snickered.

    Y/n opened the door and was greeted with a very tall handsome man who she knew to be Bruce Wayne, Alfred; who she’s seen pictures of; and a boy Jason calls “Demon spawn” also known as Damian Wayne.

    “Hello you must be Jason’s girlfriend-”

    “Y/n,” she interrupted.  “It’s really exciting to meet you, Mr.Wayne.  Please come in.”  

     “Please call me Bruce,” he responded.  They followed her from the doorway into the living room, which was now converted into a dining room.  Y/n ignored Damians judgmental glares while looking at her home.

      She smiled and turned toward the kitchen, “Babe; Bruce, Alfred, and Damian are here.”

As everyone got situated around the table a nice coversation erupted, curtisy of Alfred.  The conversation was steady and calm, putting y/n’s nerves to ease.  Everyone seemed to be getting along.  Even Damian tried to get involved in the conversation and occational bickering with his brothers.  Eventually the topic that everyone was wondering can up.

       “So y/n,” Dick started, “how did you and Jason meet?”

       “Oh my god,” Jason and y/n said simultaneously.

       “You tell it,” Jason smiled at her eagerness.

       "Okay so I had an exam for a course I was taking at Gotham University. I was studying like a mad man during the night-“

        "At four in the morning!”

         “Oh shush. So anyway I was studying and I was blasting Alexander Hamilton, one of my favorite musicals, when this idiot comes banging-”

        “Knocking.”

        “Banging on my door! So I open the door and he starts yelling at me about how he can hear my music all the way across the hall. So you know what I do?”

        “She shut the door in my face.”

        “And guess what he does.”

         "I started knocking again.“

        "Banging again! So I opened the door didn’t say anything and then closed it.”

        "Slammed it in my face, again.“

         "So to calm myself down I went to the kitchen and got something to eat.  So I turn around and see him sitting on my couch!”

         "Your window was unlocked that was dangerous.“

          "He just sat there!” she gaped.  “We stared at each other for like 2 minutes before he says ‘You’ve got guts here’s my number you should text me sometime when you’re free.’ And then he just left!”

         “God I’m good,” Jason smirked.

          “Why didn’t you call the police?” Tim gasped. “He broke into your apartment!”

          “Well he was right it was dangerous to leave my window unlocked,” she stated. “And I established just how dangerous it was when I found Redhood bleeding on my couch a week later.”

         “I basically forced her to date me,” Jason chuckled.  Everyone turned to Bruce who was laughing.

        “Maybe one of you boys,” he jestered to Dick and Tim, “should use that dating tactic.”

         “The second time he broke in he was weak, vunrable,” Damian stated. “This would have been the perfect time for you to have run and called the police.  Why didn’t you?”

         “Very true, but by then I had figured out who he was,” she smiled. “How are the police supposed to put someone in jail who’s already dead?”  It was safe to say the rest of dinner went smoothly and according to plan.

I Just Want You All To Myself Tate Langdon x Reader

Words: 3,213

Request: @multihxe :Could you do a Tate imagine where he gets jealous because y/n was having a study session with some boy from school and the boy was getting a little too close to her??

Description: You invite a boy over to study and it starts going south, espcially with Tate.

Author’s Note: @multihxe I hope this is what you wanted!! I apologize if it is far from ehat you wanted! Requests are open! Enjoy reading. XOXO

2011

I had just moved to the infamous Murder House in Los Angeles, California, a couple months ago. It wasn’t as bad as I thought moving across the country and starting brand new. The reason why my family and I moved was because my dad had an affair on my mom. My mom isn’t happy. I know that is because anytime my dad tries to hold her hand she takes her hand away from his. Also if he enters the room she has to be at the other side of the room so that there isn’t any arguments. I just don’t get why they don’t just get a divorce. I mean seriously they are both unhappy in their marriage. Even though my mom still says they love each other. I could actually care less. i have someone in my life who loves and cares for me. His name is Tate Langdon. He is one of my dad’s patients. My dad is a psychiatrist. I didn’t really care if he was crazy. At least he is seeking help to get better. It was all really fate how we met. I was just walking downstairs and I bumped into him while going to the kitchen. It was awkward it was just us staring into our eyes. He then broke  the tension by laughing. I muttered a ‘Sorry’ and he said ‘Don’t me.’ I guess what they say is true. Love at first sight is real, well for me and Tate that is. There was something wrong with Tate though. The thing is that he is dead. I don’t care though. He admitted to all the wrong things he has done and I couldn’t be happier.

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Anyways I was at school at Westfield and was getting my books to go to my next class. I closed my locker shut. When I did there was a jock right behind where the locker was.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Jacob said.

“Hi Jacob. Would you mind getting out of the way for me to go to my next class.” I said while rolling my eyes.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be like that (Y/N). I just want to talk!” He said.

“What do you want to talk about? You better talk fast because you have thirty seconds.” I said.

“Okay well you know that big science test we have?” I shook my head yes.”Well I was wondering if maybe I could go to your house and we could have a study session? Maybe you could help me ace it?” He asked.

“Okay. Meet me at my house at four, okay?” I said not really wanting to let him come over.

“Thanks (Y/N)! You’re the best!” Jacob goes to kiss my cheek but I put my hand infront of my face before he could. 

“Sorry but none of that!” I said then he awkwardly left. I went to my last period of the day, Science. Jacob was staring at me the whole time during class. “How am I supposed to help him study if he isn’t paying attention at all?” I mentally groaned. The bell rung and I rushed to get out of the classroom before Jacob could approach me. I arrived at my locker and I grabbed my science textbook and notes to help me study with Jacob. I quickly packed it in my backpack and I ran out the school doors before Jacob could once again approach me. I walk to my car and unlock it. I got in and drove to my house. I quickly got out of my car seeing that both my parents were still out of town for a day trip. I rushed inside to see what time it was and it was three fifteen. I let a sigh out of my mouth as I knew that Jacob wasn’t going to be here soon. 

“Hey babe!” Tate said. His voice startled me and I jumped landing in strong arms knowing that it was Tate. 

“Hey!” I said and turned around in his arms to see his face. He let go of the frip he had on me and put his arms around my waist while I put my hands on both of his cheeks. “I missed you so much today Tate. Why do you have to be isolated here?” I whined.

“I don’t know but it is worth it to see you come home and be able to be with you as soon as possible. I missed you too.” He said then kissed my forehead. He brought his face closer to mine and I stepped on my tippy toes and kissed him. We had a little make out session in the kitchen but I didn’t care. There was no one there to see it.  I broke apart and went to look at the kitchen timer and saw that it was three fifty-eight.

“Oh my gosh! Tate you have got to disappear like now!” I said.

“Why whats going on? Are your parents here?” Tate asked.

“No. I have a friend coming over for a study session.” I said.

“So? I would love to meet them. I think it is about time that you tell your friends that you have a boyfriend.” Tate said.

“Yeah and then whta would happen if they wanted a double date and NOT on Halloween, huh?” I said.

“And that is why you are the smart one in this relationship.” He said.

“Tate, can you PLEASE just disappear?” I begged.

“Okay. I love you” He said.

“I love you too.”I smiled and pecked his lips but then he grabbed my neck and started kissing me more.

“TATE!” I said by being muffled by his lips on mine.

“Okay fine. Bye.” He smiled and said.

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Then I blinked my eyes and he was gone. I heard the doorbell ring and I rushed to answer it.

“Hi Jacob.” I said while letting him in.

“Hi (Y/N)! How are you today?” Jacob said and smiled cheekly.

“Are we ready to study?” I said wanting to get this study session over with. 

“Yep.” Jacob responded.

“Alright. Follow me.” I said. I closed and locked the door and we walked up my staircase to my room. “Here you can set your bookbag next to my desk on the right.” I said.

“Okay!” He said while putting his bookbag down. I pointed to the two chairs at my desk as saying to sit down here. Jacob did but only after he pulled my chair out. 

“Oh, thanks.” I said while sitting down.

“Anything for the lady.” He said. I mentally prayed hoping Tate wasn’t lurking in the corner watching all of what was happening. Little did I know that that was exactly happening. I soon let that thought slip my mind  and that was the worst thing to do. I saw Jacob looking through his bookbag over and over again.

“What is wrong?” I asked.

“I might have accidentally left my science stuff in my locker.” He said looking down embarrased.

“Okay. I guess we will just have to share.” I said 

“Okay. Sorry.” He said.

“It’s fine.” I said. I started to read section by section. When I was done with a paragraph I would ask him if I needed to explain anything to him and he would usually say yes.

“Can I say something before you continue reading?” He asked.

“Sure.” I said not sure of what he was going to say.

“You are really cute when you are explaining this stuff to me.” He said.

“Um, I think you should know that I have a boyfriend.” I said.

“Well he isn’t here so that means I can do this.” He said.

“That means you can do w—” I tried to ask but his lips met mine and struggled to pull him away from me. He put his hand around my neck and pulled me closer. I couldn’t escape. I started to kiss back. We parted and started to kiss again. My thoughts soon interrupted me. ‘(Y/N)! Are you kidding me? YOU HAVE TATE! STOP KISSING JACOB NOW!’

“Stop! I shouldn’t be doing this. I think it is a good thing for you to leave now.” I said standing up and taking charge.

“Why? I thought you liked me.” He said.

“No! I have a boyfriend! That I am happily with!” I said. Jacob stood up and started approaching me.

“Oh come on don’t be like that!” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him. We were just inches apart when Tate barged in the door.

“HEY! HANDS OFF OF HER!” Tate yelled. Everything happened so fast. The next thing I know is Jacob is on the ground with Tate on top of him, beating Jacob to a pulp.

“TATE! STOP!” I yelled making Tate stop and look at me.”Run Jacob!” JAcob got up and ran for his life and I heard the front door slam shut and let out the breath I was holding.

“Tate! Why did you do that?” I asked yelling.

“He had his hands all over you! I wasn’t going to let him touch you like that!”

“Yes but I had it undercontrol! I was going to stop him until you barged in and trampled him!” I said.

“YOU DID NOT HAVE IT UNDERCONTROL!” He yelled.

“I DID! IF YOU WOULD HAVE WAITED JUST FOR A COUPLE SECONDS! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO JEALOUS?” I yelled.

“I AM NOT JEALOUS!” Tate said.

“YOU SO ARE! When my guy friend came over here you lurked in the corner and when he just reached over me you started yelling your head off at him. It’s like if a guy just looked at me then you would kill him!” I said.

“Oh I’m sorry that I can’t be protective of my GIRLFRIEND!” 

“WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS NOT PROTECTION, IT IS JUST YOU GETTING JEALOUS!” I yelled.

“I JUST LOVE YOU! Is that a crime?” He yelled but then started to cry. “I just love you!” Then he started to cry even harder. Then it made me cry.

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“Yes but what you do isn’t what I want. I don’t want to become your…property.” I said with my voice being choked up.

“Then what are you going to do then (Y/N)?” He said.

“I’m going to do something I never dreamed of.” I said while crying and shutting my eyes.

“No please (Y/N). Don’t do what I think you’re going to do.” He pleaded.

“Go away.” I whispered with my eyes shut. When I gained confidence I said it again but louder.”GO AWAY!” I yelled. I opened my eyes adn i didn’t see Tate anymore. I collapsed to the ground and tried to keep my body from shaking.

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“I’m sorry (Y/N). I love you.” Tate said but I couldn’t hear it. 

The next few days were awful. I didn’t have anything to look forward to when I came home. But i still didn’t want to see him. I want to wait for a little bit. I want him to rethink what he is doing that made me do this to him. My parents started to travel more without me. I was just home alone moping wanting to feel him around me but I knew that it was to early. I was doing this to save our relationship and maybe start again or begin where we left off.

October, Four Months After

I think I am going to let Tate back into my life now. I walked around my house on October 7 calling out his name. I went to the basement.

“Tate? I’m ready now. I’m ready to pick up our relationship. I miss you too much.” I said while walking around. I finally saw him come out of the shadows and I started to cry when I saw his tear stained face with a tear trickiling down.

Originally posted by n-e-v-e-r-m-0-r-3

“(Y/N). Is that you? Really you?” Tate asked.

“Yes baby its really me.” I said. I start running towards him and he picks me up and twirls me around. “I missed you so much. I am sorry for doing that to you but I had to let you know what you were doing and how it bothered me.” I said letting him know the reason.

“I know the time you spent away from me allowed me to think about what was wrong with me. What I was doing wasn’t love it was crazy obsession jealousy. I am so sorry.” He said.

“It’s okay. I forgive. I thank you for protecting me Tate. I love you.” I pulled away from the embrace we found ourselves in.

Originally posted by un--creative

“I love you (Y/N). I care about your feelings more than mine and I am thankful that you gave me a wake up call if I continued what I was doing.” Tate said. I pulled his neck down to mine and we kissed. We kissed for a long time and it was full of passion and longing for each other.

After that day everything was back to normal. It was the day before Halloween and Tate had told me to go downstairs to the basement. I did.

“Tate?” I said and then turned to walk facing away from the stairs. I turned around I was met with a man in a black suit. “TATE!” I yelled backing away but the man just started walking towards me. “TATE!” I was pressed against the staircase as the man was infront of me pressed against me. All of a sudden I heard him laughing. He unzipped his cap and it was Tate.

“YOU JERK!” I yelled and pushed him.

“I scared you.” He teased.

“Did not.” He then leaned closer to my head and we kissed. 

“I really didn’t scare you?” he said as we pulled apart.

“I said no. When are we going to go on a real date?” I asked.

“On Halloween. That’s the only day of the year where I am allowed out of this house.”

“Okay!” I said and pecked his cheek. “What did you want me to come down here.” I asked.

“Oh right! I got you this rose.” Tate said as he handed it to me. I gladly took it. “I painted it black, I know how you don’t like normal things.”

Originally posted by rainbowsnowlight

“I think this is the sweetest thing that a boy has ever done for me. Thank you.” I stood on my tippy toes and kissed on the lips. We broke apart. “Is that it? I have to go back to do my homework if thats all.”

“Yes thats it. I love you.” 

“I love you too. See you tomorrow for our date.” I winked and started to walk upstairs to my bedroom. 

Halloween Night

Tonight is when Tate and I were going to go on our date. I got ready for it. I didn’t know where we were going but I knew that anything was going to be perfect with him. A knock came on my door and I opened it to see Tate.

“Are you ready for our date?” He asked.

“Of course I am! Where are we going?” I asked.

“Somewhere that I loved to go when I was in high school, where i could let all the stress free from my head when times got tough.” 

“Okay! Do I need to bring anything extra?”

“Nope. If it gets cold you have me to warm you up.” He warmly smiled. We exited the house and started to walk. It was a good fifteen minute walk and then we reached our destination, the beach. We walked over to the lifeguard booth and I sat down on a concrete wall. When I had just sat down I felt my phone buzzing. I took out my phone and I saw that it was my mom calling. 

“(Y/N) where are you?” my mom said frantically.

“I’m just hanging with friends.” I said and looked where Tate was and he was fooling around on the lifeguard ‘porch’. “I’m sorry i should have called or left a note. Is this the part where you make me come home?” I said praying it wasn’t.

“Are you safe?”

“I swear.” 

“Are you having fun?”

“Yeah.”

“Was there anything that happened while we were gone?”

“There was some banging but I think it was just some little kids playing a prank.” I felt something on my neck and I realized that it was Tate.

“I want you home in an hour.”

“Okay. All right. Bye.” I tried to hang up quickly so I could spend more time with Tate. I finally hung up.

“Who was that?” Tate asked and stopped kissing my neck.

“My mom.” I smiled.

“Oh.” He said. Then he leaned closer to me and kissed me. We pulled apart and we walked down to the beach. When we reached the sand I layed down and he got on top of me and started kissing me again.

Originally posted by oobandsoo

We eventually stopped not wanting to get any further. He sat up with me and put his arm around me. He got up and light a fire. Then he returned and sat next to me, pulling me close. I rested my head against his.

“I used to come here when the world would close in and got so small I couldn’t breathe. I’d used to look out in the ocean and think, ‘Yo, scum bag, high school counts for jack. Kurt Cobain, Quentin Tarantino, Brando, De Niro, Pacino.” I looked at him as he turned his head to look at me. “All high school dropouts. I hated high school.  So I’d come out here and I’d look at this vast, limitless exspanse. And it’s like, thats your life, man. You can do anything. You can be anything. Screw high school. That’s…that’s just a blip in your timeline. Don’t get stuck there.” He looked at me and I leaned my head on his.

“Very knowledgable Tate. I love you.” I looked at him and kissed him.

“I love you too.” He said when we pulled apart. 

“Tate, can I ask you something?” I asked.

“Anything.” Tate responded.

“Why would you get so jealous?” I said with my head leaning in his. He took in a deep breath.

“I would get so jealous because I saw what it did to my parents when my dad didn’t care. When he would just let go. They were so much in love until he stopped caring. I didn’t want that to happen to us. I love you too much but to be completley honest it was because I just want you all to myself. I don’t want to share you. I want you to be with me and only me.” He said and then kissed me deeply.

“I understand Tate. I don’t want that to happen to us either. I will love you forever.”

“I will too.” 

That night was filled with love. I didn’t want whatever happened to Tate’s parents to happen to us.  I wouldn’t allow that but I understand why he reacted that way and I can’t say I blame him. I will spend forever with him. No. Matter. What.

Originally posted by dreamer-with-nightmares

Jeff Atkins x Reader | Friendzone - (Part 1)

A/N: I thought I would post this first because I planned the plot in like 5 mins and currently having writers block for the 2 requested ones but I hope they will be up by next week. Enjoy, like and follow. Requests are not open until further notice. Much love. Send me feedback on what you think so far. Part 2 ? .xx

(Part 2)

Originally posted by knightlley

Life is great when you know you have at least one loyal best friend. It’s better than having 10 okay friends. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to have entered my life and that was my best friend, Jeff Atkins.

We in actual fact met because of our parents since we’re both neighbours and was new to the neighbourhood at the time, Jeff’s parents had invited us over to his house for dinner. I was shy to speak to someone who was as handsome as Jeff, I wasn’t one to speak to boys in a hurry and where I came from was an all girls school. Knowing that I’m going to the same school as him also had given me the chills, who knows what’s in stored for me. Though that night Jeff had gotten me to show my bubbly and loud side - we had a lot in common.

Jeff introduced me to his friends which I was glad they were all easy to make conversations with but I didn’t believe they were being genuine about who they say they were.

Through time, I started to have feelings for Jeff as more than a friend. This really did scare me because I didn’t want to lose the friendship we had. Worst case scenario is me telling him that I love him and have been in love with him since the start, all he would say is nothing and probably laugh at me like everyone else.

I thought to myself that I should set my feelings for him aside and just worry about our friendship. Problem is that he has a girlfriend named Jazmin for a while now. He seems to be head over heels for her and well I can’t change that. She was the new girl at our school, Jeff couldn’t stop talking about her and since Clay was her buddy, it was a bonus for Jeff so he had an excuse to talk to her. They’ve been dating for a good 6 months.

Later today our whole school was invited to Jess’ house party. As much as I didn’t want to go Jeff insisted that I come with and of course Jazmin was going to tag along. No hate to her, she’s really sweet and pretty - everything that I’m not - we both had become acquaintances.

It was currently 3pm and the party was at 6pm. I was busy studying and decided on getting ready at 5 since Jess’ house is literally 5 minutes away from mine. As I was just about to get back to studying my notifications went off, it was a message from Hannah asking if I was going. I replied back saying yes and hoped to see her there. I left my phone aside and was finishing off my summaries. My phone was ringing this time, I groaned in annoyance, we’re all going to see each other later today anyway so I don’t see what’s the need for the messages and phone calls.

It was a call from Jeff. “Hello” I answered plainly. “Sup bestie” Jeff enthused. “Busy studying well was until you interrupted me. How about you ?” I asked. “Oh my bad Miss. Y/L/N looks like the next time I shouldn’t bother to phone you at all” he said sarcastically. “That’s fine by me” I giggled. “Anyways I just wanted to know if you need a ride ? I’m just on my way to fetch Jazmin and thought I can pop by to pick you up” he said. “Nah it’s okay, thanks for the offer, though I’ll walk” I said. “Are you kidding me ? Do you know how dangerous it is for you to walk alone at night ? I’m coming to pick you up. No buts. See you in a bit” he said lastly and ended this call. Gosh this boy.

I left my work as it was on my study table and started looking through my closet for an outfit. I finally picked out a cropped black lace off the shoulder top with denim short shorts paired with adidas original superstars. I left my hair as its natural wavy state with subtle make up on. I sprayed on some perfume, grabbed my phone and decided to sit on my front porch whilst I waited. 2 minutes later Jeff parks in front, I jumped in the back “Hey” I smiled. “Heya” they replied back. “I love your outfit” she said as she looked at me through the rear mirror. “Aww thanks, I love yours too” I said and turned to look at her in the passenger seat. I felt Jeff look at me through the rear mirror but he didn’t say anything.

We got to the party and as soon as we got there we 3 had dispersed. Well, I was on my own and I’m sure they’re somewhere here together. I walked into Jess’ house and taking in my surroundings, as close as Jess and I may stay we aren’t the bestest of friends though we’re good enough acquaintances.

I spotted Clay and Hannah talking by the couch. “Aww well if it ain’t my favourite people” I cooed. They’re so cute honestly get married already. “Oh hey Y/N it’s good to see you here other than worrying about your books” Clay said and pulled me in for a hug. “Look who’s talking, this isn’t my first party Jensen. I’m the one shocked to see you here that goes for you too Han” I said. “I thought I should try something different” Clay said. “Same here” Hannah added. “I can tell you both did, loving the hair by the way Hannah" I said lastly and faded off into the kitchen.

All I need right now was a drink though I’m not talking about alcohol. Alcohol is not always the option when you’re sad. I poured myself a cup of Coca Cola and walked back to where Clay, and Hannah was. “You guys want a drink ?” I asked. “Nah we’re good” Hannah smiled and shook the cup in her hand. I thought I might as well sit next to them on the couch but then Jess and Justin beat me to it. They were both clearly pissed drunk but it was more evident on Jess. “Hey Y/N” she waved. “Hii” I waved back at them. She then moved her attention to the suck and blow game happening in front of them. “Hey ! We want to play too” Jess whined. I took a quick look at all the participants and surprise surprise, Jeff and Jazmin were playing too. Can I even stand to watch this ?

The card started from Zach to Sheri, to Monty to another blonde, to Jeff. I don’t even know his this boy couldn’t hold onto that card for a few seconds longer. It fell from his lips and he was quick to connect his with Jazmin. “Excuse me” I told Clay and Hannah. They know. I walked out to the front yard and sat on the staircase, I tried not to cry from the pain but I was weak. A tear dropped onto my thigh, I quickly wiped away my tears in hopes that no one sees me crying - I don’t want to cause a scene - their was a hand placed on my shoulder. I looked back to the person and it was Zach. “Hey are you okay ?”

[Weiss makes her way back to her room]

Ruby - [screaming from inside the room]  I’M TURNING INTO WEISS !?!

Weiss - [runs into the room] THEN YOU’VE BEEN TRULY BLE…..[notices Ruby looking in the mirror, holding her now snow white hair] Oh my , you weren’t joking…..

Ruby - Weiss ? [rushes over to Weiss] What am I going to do ? I can’t walk in heels D=

Weiss- You’re turning into your girlfriend, and that’s the first problem you go to ?

Ruby - Well yeah, everything else about you is perfect

Weiss- …..

Ruby - What ?

Weiss- I’m judging whether I should punch you for insulting my taste in shoes….or kiss you for the compliment……

Ruby -……I’d prefer this kiss

[Weiss baps Ruby on the head]

Ruby - [crouches down, holding her head in pain] That really hurt =_(. I’m scared, you should be hugging me not HITTING me =(((

Weiss - ACTUALLY ….[looks away shyly] I think I know what’s going on….

Ruby - [face beams with hope]

Weiss- When a Schnee….wants to marry…..someone from outside the family……that persons hair….[says quickly] ….turns white like ours

Ruby - [confused] Nobody wants to marry…..

[Weiss blushes and looks away, looking like she’s going to die]

Ruby - [shocked gasp turns to big eager smile] YOU 

Weiss- Ruby Rose, don’t you say anything !

Ruby - YOU LOVE ME =D

Weiss- I do not ! [stomps foot, looking embarrassed]

Ruby - Don’t worry Weiss, if turning into you is the price to be with you forever, then it Schneed’s to happen

Weiss- [deadpan]  If you do that again, Yang’s not invited 

Ruby - Ok =(


Writing Requests are OPEN

700 Celebration (2/100)

Request: @aubzylynn : “ 😍😍😍😍 Hi, honey! Can i request a bucky fluff fest puh-leeeease? 25, 5, 12, 13, 31😘😘 i love you”

25. “If you don’t stop looking at me like that we’re going to have a problem.”

5. “Tony is going to kill us.”

12. “You know what? We’re having a party, and you’re not invited!”

13. “I will pay you at least ten dollars to help me build a blanket fort.”

31. “I really want to kiss you.”

A/N: This is so not a drabble… Oh my god. I’m going to stop pretending I’m capable of writing drabbles. I will not be held responsible for the length of these requests.

Originally posted by giflounge

“Bucky!” You gave another insistent knock on his door.

“Damn it, woman, I am trying to sleep!” His voice was muffled as it came through the wood, but you heard the steady grumbling grow closer until the door opened, revealing a very sleepy and disheveled Bucky Barnes.

“Why are you even sleeping? It’s like eight o’clock, you weirdo.”

Trying to be considerate unlike some people. The more I sleep now, the less I sleep while watching whatever nonsense you’re forcing on me tonight.”

You tried to glare at him for that comment, but the little grin he was sporting was too much for you to handle.

“Fine, well, tonight is starting early. I may have been a little too thorough in the blanket and pillow gathering process. You know what this means.”

“Enlighten me,” Bucky said with a sigh, leaning against the door frame and trying his best to hide his eagerness, eyebrow arching in silent question when you fluttered a ten dollar bill in his face.

“I will pay you at least ten dollars to help me build a blanket fort.”

Bucky held your gaze for a long moment, slow smiles creeping over both your faces before he scoffed and batted your hand away.

“Keep you money, doll. Let’s do this.”

It was a painstaking process, but the payoff was great. The couch had been pushed back, the coffee table relocated and covered with a veritable mountain of junk food, and the floor between the couch and the television redesigned into a beautiful nest of pillows and fluffy duvets. The roof of your blanket fort was tethered at one end under the TV, and tucked behind the cushions of the couch at the other. Blankets were tied to the backs of chairs from the dining room on the left, and held in place by Tony’s prized Iron Man lamp on the end table to the right. Another dining room chair served to raise the blankets into a high tent in the center of your cozy new home and doubled as a stand for your laptop.

In total, your massive blanket fort creation consisted of a pinned together patchwork of twelve blankets. It was a glorious sight to behold, and you shared a proud high five with Bucky upon its completion, snapping a couple of pictures for posterity’s sake and christening it Blanketopia: The Coziest Place on Earth.


“Look at the DOLPHINS!”

“Yes, I see them. Calm down,” Bucky laughed, watching you fondly as you grinned at the screen. He laughed again when you gave a delighted gasp, clutching at his arm and squirming a little bit at the cuteness taking place on the screen.

“They’re playing with bubbles,” you whispered, almost sounding on the verge of tears.

While he was sure, based on your reaction, that true magic was unfolding in the ocean documentary, Bucky was far too captivated by the magic nestled in the blankets right beside him. Your eyes were alight with happiness, your body warm and free of tension where it leaned on his shoulder, and your smile… My god, that smile had him breathless. When you turned those lovely eyes on him, he knew he was in trouble, but it wasn’t until he felt you pinch his arm that he realized the trouble was double-sided.

“James Buchanan Barnes, are you even watching?”

“Yes!” he said defensively, but you pursed your lips, thoroughly unconvinced.

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that we’re going to have a problem. Pay attention!”

You took Bucky’s face in your hands, squeezing his cheeks so that his lips pouted out before turning his head away from you and forcing him to look at the screen. Almost against your will you got caught up staring at his profile and the way that the weak blue light emitted by the ocean scenes played on his features. He looked like a figure in a dream, soft and hazy and oh-so-perfect, and though you tried to look away when he glanced over at you, he still caught you staring.

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that we’re going to have a problem.”

Though Bucky said it with a smirk, intending to make a mockery of your earlier statement, it came out much lower and softer than he intended. There was a noticeable shift in the atmosphere, a palpable tension and sent goosebumps up your arms and a flutter to your stomach.

“Fight me, Barnes,” you muttered, trying to make light of the situation and lifting your curled fists in front of your face like a boxer.

“Oh, you’re a tough girl now, huh?” Bucky laughed, catching the weak punch you threw at him with one hand and tweaking your nose with the other. When you gave an indignant huff he only laughed harder, nose scrunching in a way that had your heart stuttering in your chest as you tried to maintain a carefree and unaffected exterior.

“Quit your giggling. This is a fight, mister!”

Your other hand flew forward with the intention of prodding at his side until he released your fist. Bucky’s laugh cut off with a gasp as your fingers brushed his ribs, and you felt him tense up as he hastened to tuck his arms against his body. Your eyes widened with realization and you broke into a taunting smile.

“Stop,” he said warningly.

“Bucky… are you ticklish?”

“No!”

You moved forward again, and Bucky released your other hand in order to scoot away from you. Determined to catch him before he could slip out of your blanket fort where you knew you would never be able to keep up with him, you lunged forward, effectively knocking him flat on his back.

“No, no, no! Y/N, don’t – Ah!”

His panicked yelp soon dissolved into full-bodied laughter as you straddled him, breaking into breathless giggles yourself as you batted away his half-hearted attempts at pushing you away with one hand and continuing your tickle attacks with the other.

In a desperate attempt to escape, Bucky reached out for something, anything, help him drag himself out from under you. His hand closed around what he thought was the leg of the couch, and for a moment he was filled with hope. It was easily the sturdiest and heaviest piece of furniture in the room. But one strong tug was enough to reveal his mistake, and you both froze in wide-eyed horror as the end table toppled over, sending the treasured Iron Man lamp and the corner of your blanket roof down to the floor with a resounding crash.  

The two of you fought with the collapsing roof, shoving at it when it draped heavily over your heads. You were forced to lean down within an inch of Bucky’s face in order to see him, with Bucky holding the blanket up in a low tent over your heads with one arm. There was a long moment of silence while you stared at each other before you both broke into a fit of quiet laughter.

“Was that…”

“The lamp,” you confirmed through hysterical giggles. “This is horrible! I – Oh God! We shouldn’t be laughing. Tony is going to kill us. He loves that stupid thing.”

To your credit, you managed to quiet down for a few seconds of solemn silence before a whale noise from the documentary that was still playing somewhere behind you set you both off again. It wasn’t until you turned your head down to muffle your laughter against Bucky’s shoulder that you realized the rather compromising position you found yourselves in. You were stretched out entirely on top of him, hands fisted in the blanket on either side of his head. At some point during your hysterics, Bucky’s arms had found a home around your waist and the blanket once again rested over your heads, though with your current proximity it didn’t much matter. When you tilted your head up again you found his lips were far too close for comfort, curled into the softest smile you had ever seen.

“What are you thinking about?” Bucky asked quietly as you fell silent. You shook your head absently.

“That’s an awfully nice smile. What are you thinking about?”

“Sea turtles.”

You scoffed lightly, poking his nose as it crinkled again with his laughter.

“You must be very fond of sea turtles,” you said, smiling affectionately down at Bucky and shaking your head at his ridiculousness.

“Mhmm… and I think…” his voice trailed off, and the earlier tension returned as his smile faded.

“You think what?” you asked, fingers moving restlessly to brush lightly through is hair.

“I really want to kiss you,” Bucky whispered, pausing just a moment to gauge your reaction before sliding one hand up from your waist to cradle the back of your head.

He tilted his head forward, only having to wait for the briefest of seconds before you covered the rest of the distance yourself. One kiss became two. Two became three: a series of soft experimental pecks, each sweeter than the last, before Bucky tightened his hold on you, pulling you in for a longer, firmer kiss.

“Wow,” you murmured as you broke away, unable, for the time being, to draw your eyes away from those warm, gently smiling lips. “You are really passionate about sea turtles.”

“Shut up!” he scoffed as you giggled at your own joke. “You know what? I’m going to throw an ocean party, and you’re not invited.”

“James Buchanan Barnes, don’t you da –”

You never had a chance to finish your threat, cut off by a horrified gasp and the sudden influx of light when the blanket was ripped off of you by an angry Tony brandishing the mangled remains of the table lamp.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO TONY JR, YOU MONSTERS?”

Am I mad? - Moriarty x reader

Originally posted by conduitstr

AN: Well, just a little something to keep you going until Friday cause on Friday I have a whole week off and I’m spending it writing!

Summary: You’re in Sherrinford and Moriarty takes a liking to you

Word count:

Warnings:

“They think I’m mad.” You cooed as you crossed your legs underneath you. 

“Aren’t you?” Moriarty’s lips twisted upwards slightly as he observed you.

“What do you think?” You asked, cocking your eyebrow. 

“I think you’re wasted here.” 

Keep reading

truth or dare: c.h. 

quick note: thanks to @girethka for the request!! (my inbox is always open send me an idea!)

You braced yourself as you brought your fist to the door and knocked. It was Luke’s rent house and the band was hosting a party to celebrate the end of the tour. Everyone who had anything to do with it was invited and you were the girl who made sure they got to the right places at the right times.

Over the past few months you’d gotten to know them each well. You knew that Michael liked to sleep in and didn’t like early flights, but you didn’t mind booking them extra early for him. You knew Luke didn’t mind the time as long as he had his headphones and a window seat-he liked to space out. And Ashton was always ready for a plane ride, carrying his trusted notebook and pen along with him. You knew Calum was-

“Hey, Y/n!” Right in front of you apparently.

“Hi, Calum!” You smiled back at the beaming boy. You could feel your heart melting at the sight of his smile. He moved aside so you could come in, handing him the six pack of beer you’d been asked to bring.

“Ah, sweet!” He said in his heavy accent; all the days away from home and he’d still not lost any of it. He closed the door while you took a few steps into the entry way. You could hear music coming from the backyard. A few people were lounging in the living room but you figured the rest were outside in the pool.

Calum opened his mouth to say something, but you didn’t see as your friend from work, Roxy, jumped up to say hi. “Y/n! I’m so glad to see you.” She pulled you into a hug and Calum settled for a tight smile as he set the beer down in the kitchen on his way to the backyard. He figured you’d find your way out. And you did.

You’d been told by Luke that there was a pool a little bit before you were leaving and you’d shown up late because you put on a bikini underneath your dress. You were always one to go for a swim. You’d managed to get Roxy to come outside with you, even though she insisted she was having fun on the couch on her phone. Now she was happily chatting with Michael and a few other crew members.

You looked around the backyard, recognizing a lot of faces. Ashton was sitting on the diving board, legs dangling as he sipped his beer talking to his friends floating in the water. He glanced up and caught your eye, waving to say hello. You raised your hand and waved back, earning a quick smile before he looked back to his friends.

Luke yelled your name and you found him leaned up against the pool wall, intense blue eyes watching you. “Hi.” He said with a grin.

“Hi.” You said back, stepping closer to hear him better.

“How are you?” He asked, sounding genuinely curious.

“I’m good! How are you?”

“Can’t complain. Would you like to join me?” He said, gesturing to the pool behind him.

“Actually, yes.” You’d been  wanting to take a dip in the pool ever since you’d heard there was going to be one. He smiled and turned around, leaning his back against the side of the pool. You took off your shirt and shorts, leaving them on a chair by the pool. You left your shoes by them and put up your hair.

You went to the stairs and stuck your foot in, immediately taking it back out. “Why is it so cold?” You scowled at Luke like it was his fault, while he just laughed.

“It’s almost ten at night, the water’s bound to cool down. You’ll adjust to it, just get in.” He said while laughing, watching you stick your foot back in cautiously.

“Fine.” You quickly stepped into the water, sucking in a breath as it hit you. Luke laughed, sipping his beer as you slowly joined him at the side of the pool.

“You alright?” He asked as you had your eyes screwed shut, hands hanging above the surface

“Fine.” You whispered, adjusting a bit to the temperature. When you opened your eyes you immediately found Calum across the pool sitting with a few other friends at a table. He was nodding and laughing at something, eyes crinkling as he smiled the cutest smile. You’d kill to make him smile like that.

“What are you staring at?” Luke teased, knowing full well what you were looking at.

“Oh, shut up!” You whispered, before clearing your throat. “Shut up.” You said in a louder voice, tearing your eyes from the now shirtless boy.

“Just ask him out already! It’s so obvious you two are made for each other.” You rolled your eyes. “All you ever do is drool over each other.” He said through a laugh. You pushed his shoulder, causing him to lose his balance and tip over into the water. Now it was your turn to laugh. His beer bottle went under the water as he was trying to regain balance and he glared at you when he was upright again.

He poured the beer and pool water onto the concrete behind him while looking at you with a smirk. This ended your laughter as you knew he had an idea. “Everyone!” He said, calling the attention to him. He held up the empty beer bottle for them to see. “Let’s play spin the bottle!” A few cheers were heard back and you looked at him wide-eyed as he set the bottle to the side and pulled himself out of the pool.

You looked to where Calum had previously been and now he had his lip tucked between his teeth, looking like he was seriously thinking something over before his eyes met yours. You saw his worried brown eyes become something else. With a slight smirk he stood from his chair and left his beer bottle on the table, following the others to where Luke had set the game up.

You reluctantly followed to an open patch of grass where people were sitting around a pizza box with a bottle on it. Luke had put on a shirt and some basketball shorts. “Okay so this is Truth or Dare spin the bottle which is you spin the bottle and ask the person truth or dare and then you give them a truth or dare.” Luke said, eyeing you from his spot. You sat in between Roxy and Michael, watching as Luke asked for someone to go first.

Ashton offered and spun the bottle, landing on Roxy. “Truth or Dare?” He said with a smile as he sipped from his beer bottle.

She pretended to be lost in thought before saying, “Dare!” With an exciting tone.

“I dare you to jump in the pool naked.” Ashton said without missing a beat. You’d think for colleagues that was a little too much but before you all worked together, you were all pretty good friends. There was Roxy, you, Dallas (the outfits), Luke, Ashton, Michael, Calum, Blake (the social media), and Hoeg who preferred to be called that over his real name and he was of course the photographer.

Roxy stood up with a triumphant smirk and began stripping, earning whoops from Dallas and Michael. You watched with laughter as she ran naked towards the pool and jumped in. Everyone was laughing as she surfaced and said with a grin, “My turn.”

When she was back and in shorts and her bra, she spun the bottle. It landed on Luke. “Truth or d-“ But before she could finish the sentence he was saying dare with a smirk, like nothing could faze him.

“I dare you to…take off one item of clothing for dare, including this one!” Roxy smiled viciously as he looked at her confused for a moment.

“No problem.” He covered up his shock with a smirk as he quickly pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned stomach and chest. “My turn.” He said, moving to spin the bottle. Calum looked at Luke, smiling as he said,

“Dare.” Luke smirked back, standing up to take off his shorts. You hoped he was wearing boxers for his own sake. While he ws taking off his shorts he said,

“I dare you to kiss the prettiest person here.” He said, revealing that he did have boxers on. You wondered when he’d changed.

“Easy.” Calum replied, but he sounded like it was more difficult than that. You watched as his eyes scanned the circle, quickly finding your face. He didn’t seem nervous as he stood and walked to your side of the circle. You looked at him, feeling the red rising to your cheeks as he held his hand out for you.

You heard Roxy say, “Oo la la.” Somewhere but that seemed far away as you took his hand and stood up. He snaked his hand around your waist, tugging you closer to his shirtless torso. The other hand cupped your cheek as he smiled down at you.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, so only you could hear. You nodded, at loss for words while finding your own hands winding around his neck.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, earning cheers and whoops from your friends. You quickly met his pace and kissed him back, surprised when you felt his  plump lips part and even more surprised when you didn’t hesitate to part yours. The open mouthed kisses grew hot quickly and soon Michael was yelling to get a room. You laughed, pulling back and looking at the beaming Calum.

“Maybe we will.” You said to Michael glancing at Luke to see him wearing a devilish grin. He’d succeeded.

Hiding (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Can I request a Jughead x reader where the reader is Ronnie’s adopted sister & she’s secretly going out with Juggie & invites him over when Ronnie is over at Betty’s & Hermione is over at Archie’s (cause she’s dating arch’s dad) & like they watch a movie when they hear the front door open so the reader shoves Jug in her closet & Ronnie enters reader’s room and is like yo can I borrow your bunny onesie (or something) and she opens the closet and sees Jughead and the rest is up to you! Thx 😘

A/N: This was requested that I work on this next so here it is! I hope you guys like it <3 Requests are welcome

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Hiding (Jughead x Lodge!Reader)

(Y/n) Lodge.

Well sort of.

Hermione was best friends with your mom when you were little so when your parents got into a car accident and didn’t make it, she took you in.

No one on in your immediate family was close to you and Hermione was on the will as your guardian.

The adoption papers were signed within that year.

So You’ve been officially a Lodge since age 5.

You and Veronica grew up as Best Friends and then Sisters. You were the same age so it worked out great. Plus Hermione always said she wanted another daughter.

When everything went down in New York, you guys moved to the small town of Riverdale.

Of course, Ronnie wasn’t exactly thrilled but you were glad to get away from everyone.

Even though you were considered a Lodge, No one in New York thought of you as one. You didn’t act like any of them. You kept to yourself unless it was with Ronnie.

The move changed everything.

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(for the blurb starters) 19. “Make me”

Request 05: Make Me 

Warnings: Smut 

You can request a blurb to be made from this list, or anything you’d wish for me to write. xx. 


The two of you had been invited to someone’s birthday party. It was a friend of a friend, but Harry was somehow on the list, and therefore, so were you. Jeff and Glenne had also come, and it seemed that Harry knew every single person he saw as he led you through the venue. There were slaps on the backs, handshakes, and “aye, mate!” being thrown around. It felt as if it took ages to get to a single open area of the room.

“I’ll get us some drinks,” Harry murmured in your ear and you nodded, watching as he and Jeff strolled over to the open bar.

Glenne took a step next to you and bumped your shoulder. “You better not leave me hanging, tonight,” she warned, a smile playing on her lips.

You giggled and raised your eyebrows at her apologetically. Last time you had gone out with Jeff and Glenne, you’d stopped after a few drinks. There was enough alcohol in your system to where you felt good, but still had your bearings. Glenne, on the other hand, had gotten, for lack of a better word, shit faced. She’d nursed a hangover the entire next day and resented you for not being in the same boat as her.

“Hey, you should maybe try to take it easy,” you teased, knocking her shoulder again.

“It’s a party,” she whined and grinned at Jeff and Harry returned. Jeff handed her a drink and told her there was someone he wanted her to meet, ushering her away before you could reply.

Harry handed you a glass, an apple martini. “Thank you,” you said and reached up on your toes, giving him a quick kiss. You slid one arm around his back as you brought yourself back down and snuggled yourself into his side.

“Touchy tonight, aren’t we?” he teased.

“Hush,” you whispered, embarrassed for no reason at all and stayed latched to his side all night until you’d had a few drinks and were able to loosen up.

It was only after a couple hours and more drinks than you would count, that Harry had become the touchy one. You could be talking to a group of people and he’d snake his arms around your waist and dig in his face in your neck, discreetly pressing kisses to your neck. Or, he’d just have to be touching you in some way. You, however, were fairly clear headed, with just a bit of a buzz.

Harry had taken a seat on a chair in the corner of the room and pulled you onto his lap, once again digging his face into your neck. It seemed that his face had made a home there, right where your shoulder dipped down. He purposely sunk his teeth gently into your flesh, making you giggle and squirm. “Harry!” you scolded jokingly. “Harry! Stop!”

He created a trail of kisses up your neck and to your ear. His hot breath blew in your ear as he whispered, “Make me.”

You shivered, dipping your head down to catch his lips with his before he had a chance to return to his new home. Harry’s free hand roamed up your bare thigh, inching up the skirt of your dress. You broke your kiss and brought your hand down, catching his hand before it could go any further. “What if someone sees?”

Harry smirked, moving his hand up despite your grasp on it. “They won’t,” he promised and pressed a light kiss to your jaw as he scanned the room, everyone too preoccupied with each other to notice. You situated yourself so that Harry would have enough access, but so that if someone happened to look over, they wouldn’t see a thing. You hid your face behind his, pressing your forehead into his cheek.

He slipped his hand under your skirt and pushed your soaked panties to the side, running a finger down your slit. You could hear the slight groan in his throat as he pushed two fingers into you, curling them up as he explored deeper. A small moan escaped your lips and you pushed your forehead harder into his cheek.

It might have been the fact that you were in such a public place, and the fear of getting caught caused your adrenaline to course through your veins, but it seemed that every movement Harry’s fingers made inside you, brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“Yeh m’ good girl?” Harry whispered in your ear, pumping his fingers.

You nodded, a moan squeaking out through your closed lips. Harry continued to pump, but brought his thumb up and pushed it against your sensitive bud of nerves. “Ah, fuck,” you groaned.

“Keep quiet f’ me,” Harry warned. “Yehr fuckin’ soaked, love.”

Harry’s thumb pressed harder against your clit, moving in slow circles as his fingers brushed against your g-spot. “Harry, I-,” you moaned quietly, digging your fingernails into his shoulder.

“Yeh gonna come f’ me, m’ good girl?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your chin.

You nodded, and all it took was a few more quick movements from Harry to have you coming undone, sinking your teeth into the fabric of his shirt as you struggled to keep quiet. He slid his fingers out from you and you jerked at the loss of contact, gasping back the air you had lost while trying to stay unnoticed. 

Harry reached up with his other hand and swiped your bangs from your face, smirking in satisfaction. You sighed out a blissful giggle and bit your lip, shaking your head. “I gotta get you drunk more often,” you muttered, taking in Harry’s cocky appearance.

“I agree.”

It was hot as fuck - Clay Jensen Smut

     Pairing: Clay x Fem. Reader

     Warning: Swearing, Dry Humping, Leads up to smut but not really?

     Requests: @srd2002

     A/N: Okay so the night we met started playing as I wrote this so I lowkey freaked out cause I thought it was funny and also requests are still open so if you want something to be written send it to me! Enjoy!

     Clay and I were laying on his bed watching some mindless show on the tv. Clay… well, Clay’s parents invited me over for dinner as a way to get to know me better and I decided to come over a little early to hang out with my boyfriend for a bit. As we happily cuddled on his bed and thought popped into my head. I turned to him and studied how his face was concentrated on the screen in front of us. I slowly pushed myself up to begin leaving light kisses down his neck causing him to shudder underneath the new feeling.

     “What are you doing?” Clay sighed content but his voice still shook with concern.

     “Just having some fun,” I smiled at him and proceeded to nibble at his earlobe.

     “But my parents are downstairs babe,”Clay tried to retaliate but quickly lost the battle when my hands found their way into his hair and I sweetly pressed my lips to his. He kissed back and snaked his hands around my waist. Hastily, I adjusted myself so I was sitting on Clay’s lap with my legs on either side of him. The kisses grew more passionate as Clay feverishly licked my bottom lip asking for entrance which I happily allowed, letting our tongues move in a rhythmic pattern together as if they were performing a dance. I grinned as I felt Clay begin to grow harder underneath me and I couldn’t resist to painfully slowly grind down on him. Clay groaned in satisfaction and began to try quickening the pace by thrusting upwards, creating more friction. I let a soft moan ring through Clay’s ear and the vibrations of my voice flowing through his body made him grow larger below me. I picked up the pace and ground harder onto him as I grew wetter from the glorious sensation of Clay’s clothed hard-on made for the perfect amount of friction. Clay rested his forehead against my shoulder and his thrusts began to become rough and sloppy and I could tell he was close.

     “Baby, I-I’m close.” Clay moaned in my ear which made the knot in my stomach from pleasure grow even tighter.

     “I know babe,”I whispered before roughly crashing my lips into his. I placed my hands firmly on his shoulder to move faster against him. Clay tilted his head back at the new wave of pleasure washing over him.

     “Shit,” he whispered before I could feel his pants grow wet and I slowed down till I was a grinning mess and lightly kissed his cheek. Just as he got off we could the light thumps coming from up the stairs and we knew who it was. Clay’s eyes grew wide as he panicked and I jumped off him and threw the comforter on his bed over us and I leaned my head against his chest. 

    Clay’s door swung open and there stood his mom smiling at both of us with a hand resting on her hips.

     “Clay, (Y/N), dinner is ready if you want to come down.”She said happily to the both of us.

     “Alright, we’ll be down in a few,” Clay said composing himself and the mother nodded, exiting the room.

     “Tell my parents that I had to use the bathroom, I need a couple minutes after what you did to me.” He whispered seductively in my ear making me giggle.

     “Don’t act like you didn’t like it.” I grinned widely at him.

     “I never said I didn’t, it was hot as fuck.” He smirked

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Requested by anon <3
Prompt: omG OMG OMG IT’S OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT NEWT I DONT CARE WHAT JUST SOMETHING PLEASE!!!!
a/n: say no more. i love him. must protect.

itS A SERIES!!!!!!!

MASTERLIST. KO-FI.

He was staring at you again, though as soon as your eyes would meet, he shyly glanced away and hid behind his book. The Care of Magical Creature’s class was held outside again, the students chatting between one another loudly since the teacher didn’t mind it – as a matter of fact, conversation was highly encouraged. Educational or not. Newton was alone, though, as he always was – not even Leda was around to cheer him up with her new research (you had overheard a group of girls gossiping about how peculiar she was). A familiar voice of a friend reached you, along with a poke to your rib-cage that nearly made you yelp, and you replied with an annoyed ‘Sod off, will ya?’, grinning when Newt glanced at you again. Upon catching him for the second time that day, he blushed a bright red. For the rest of the class he was religiously avoiding you.

After class you were the first to pack your things and hop to him, throwing an old book bag over your shoulder and plopping down on the grass next to the sixth year that was only now closing his book. He looked like a fish out of water finding such a genuinely friendly smile brimming your lips. “Hi.” You broke the silence, seeing as he did nothing but admire you. Extending you hand, you waited for him to shake it, “(Name) (Lastname). Seeker. Pleasure.” As if only now snapping out what ever daze was in, Newt nervously shook his shoulders and clamped his hand over yours. The contact was short lived as he only murmured his name out and let go. “You’re quite shy, aren’t you?” You continued the conversation. “I saw you lookin’. Not the first time either.” You pointed out. He froze for a second. “Please don’t tell me it’s my hair.” Your voice held a strain in it, “After changing it…things haven’t been the same.” He didn’t reply, only gulped nervously and stood up along with his things.

“N-No…Not your hair.” He finally said, seeing as you only followed in his example and weren’t about to let him be, “I find it quite beautiful, actually.” At his words, you grinned.

“Thanks!” The volume of your voice made him twitch, “Quite a relief, actually.” You added, following after him. “Why were you lookin’ then?” your voice grew in suspicion.

Newt tilted his head in your direction, only to see you curiously glancing upwards at him – he was much taller, “People seem to like you.” He blurred out, “I was merely curious as to why.” You smiled, again.

“Don’t people like you?”

“No actually. They find me quite vexing.”

“I don’t.”

“You don’t know me yet.”

“Then let’s change that, shall we?” Your voice sounded much too enthusiastic than he expected, and taken aback he stopped moving only to see a toothy grin pinch your cheeks, “Quidditch practice is in ten minutes. Come, okay? We can hang out afterwards.” He was about to deny such an invitation, you could tell, so quickly you added “It’ll be fun. I swear. Plus, I won’t tell anyone about that Bowtuckle you snatched when no one was lookin’.”

“How did yo-“

“I like your hair too.” Was all you said, your smile dimming and you took a couple of backwards steps, “See ya in a bit!” and with that, you blazed to the training field.

Requests are opened!

Friend Zoned: Pt. 3

Pairing: Rebekah x Klaus x Reader x Kol

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1247

PART ONE | PART TWO


“Okay, Klaus. I think I’ve had enough fun. I’m gonna go rinse off this paint on my face.” You laughed and grabbed your t-shirt, heading to the bathroom to clean up and change.

“Y/N.” Klaus quickly stopped you by taking your wrist in his hand, then held your chin between his thumb and index finger, looking directly into your eyes. “Thank you.” He smirked and let you go, making you smile from that sweet gesture. Oh he was dreamy. You thanked him back then went to go clean up.

Klaus walked into the kitchen to grab a snack when he noticed Rebekah moping around on the countertop.

“Why the glum face, sister?” He grinned. Klaus didn’t exactly care, he was just being nosey.

“If I’m going to be completely honest with you, Nik. It’s our darling brother, Kol.” Rebekah sighed. She really was concerned about her dear brother.

“Darling? Don’t you mean, psychotic? Arrogant?” Klaus chuckled. Kol never really had an innocent agenda.

“Don’t be so thick, Nik.” Rebekah rolled her eyes at the original hybrid. “He’s upset. Very upset.”

“And what’s this all about, might I ask?”

“You see, he’s sort of in love with Y/N. She knows this. But when he saw you two earlier, it upset him. He stormed out of here and is up to god knows what.”

“That poor, poor lad.” Klaus joked.

“Nik this isn’t a joke.” Rebekah threw the hand towel at Klaus, which he tried to dodge with his arm.

“Oh alright, Rebekah. I’ll have a talk with him.”

“Yes, please do.”

You couldn’t help but overhear the conversation and were surprised that Rebekah & Klaus didn’t hear you since they have their amazing vampire hearing.

Knowing Kol as good as you do, you knew exactly where he headed to. Your plan was to go where ever Kol went, so you walked in the kitchen, lying to Rebekah & Klaus. “Hey guys, I’m going to head home. My mom made dinner & I’m starving.”

“You sure you don’t want to eat here, love? We’ve got loads of food.” Klaus did that crooked smile thing that you just loved.

“Thanks, but no thanks Klaus.” You revealed a half smile, then headed out. As tempting as it sounded to stay here with Klaus, you needed to be there for Kol.

There was an abandoned park that the two of you always go to whenever you needed to getaway. Whether it be together or just simply alone.

Arriving at the park, you could see Kol sitting on one of the creaking swings. He wasn’t swinging, he just sat there staring into the distance lost in his thoughts.

He heard footsteps approach, but didn’t have to turn around to see who it is. He knew it was you. A part of him even hoped you would arrive.

“Hey Kol.” You said, standing in front of him instead of sitting on the swing beside him.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but please bugger off darling.” There was a coldness in his voice while he didn’t make eye contact with you at all.

“Kol.” You kneeled down, resting your hand on his knee to assure him that you’re here to listen.

He quickly got up, walking just a few steps away from you, locking his fingers on top of his head. It was obvious that Kol was mad.

“What’s the matter with you?” You asked.

It took him a few seconds to calm himself before he could answer you. Kol walked over to you, standing just inches away from you face.

You swallowed, being slightly afraid that Kol would yell at you. But, you sighed out of relief hearing the calmness in his voice. “You. You know I fancy you. And seeing you with Nik…it just…makes my blood boil. If I wanted to, I could stab him in the heart with the bloody white oak stake, but that wouldn’t get me you. So I’ll just have to let him have you.”

You were at a loss for words. It hurt you knowing that you hurt him. “Um I-”

Kol stopped you, shushing you with his index finger on your lips, then held onto your upper arms. “Don’t say a word, love. Just let me have this-” Without a care in the world, he planted a kiss on your lips. You were left speechless from his actions.

Sadly on his end, it didn’t change your feelings whatsoever and you know that he knows that, so you still let him have this moment.

Kol soon made direct eye contact with you, compelling you. “You are going to forget that this kissed happened and you are going to go home. You are also aware that I know about you and Nik, but for whatever reason, I am not hurt by it. I have moved on from it.”

You smiled. “I’m going to head home now. I’ll see you soon.” You did exactly what he compelled you to do by walking to your car and headed straight home.

(The next day…)

Kol texted you asking you to come over so that the two of you can finish up season 5 of American Horror Story. Of course you accepted his request.

Arriving to the Mikaelson mansion, it was Elijah that opened the door. “Well hello, Y/N. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Oh noble Elijah, he was always so charming and elegant.

“I’m here for Kol, actually. He invited me over.”

“He’s around here somewhere, come in.” Elijah smiled, revealing his dimples. Once you were inside, he closed the door behind you, then you walked around looking for Kol.

It was a bit difficult to find him, he was nowhere downstairs, so upstairs was the next place you looked. Roaming the halls, you could hear two familiar voices in the room ahead of you. They’re talking in a tone not loud enough for you to hear from far away, but enough to hear the closer you get.

The door was cracked opened, so you stood on the other side of the wall listening in.

“I promise you brother, I mean no harm to Y/N. She is very dear to me.” You hear Klaus say. It warmed your heart knowing that Klaus felt the same about you. Your cheeks blushed red. You know it’s bad to eavesdrop, but you couldn’t help it.

“Do right by her or so help me, I’ll put a dagger to your heart.” Kol said firmly to Klaus. He was dead serious.

Damn Kol, that’s a bold statement. Especially saying to someone like Niklaus. And knowing him, his temper is insanely short. But you were surprised that Klaus didn’t act out on that threat. He just kept quiet.

Finally, you made your presence known by knocking on the door frame. It was amazing to see both of their faces switch from serious to happy seeing you.

“Hello, love.” Klaus greeted you.

“Hey.” Leaning against the door frame, you waved hello, then moved your view to Kol. “So Kol, let’s get started on finishing season 5. Yes?”

“Indeed, Y/N.” Kol responded.

Hearing his response was your cue to head downstairs to the living room where the tv was. Seeing you on your way, Kol followed you.

As hurt as Kol is thinking about you with his brother, Niklaus, he still wanted you in his life as a friend. You’re the only person in his entire existence that understands him and genuinely enjoys his company.

anonymous asked:

Hey Gray! I love your blog :D I was wondering if you could do this request: RFA+Minor trio reacting to MC's and their own child being bullied in front of them (like maybe the bullies didn't see them RIGHT THERE) for being chubby but the daughter/son is like really chill and hits them with a 'I'm used to it it's ok' thank you :DD I'll request more now!! Good luck with your blog and excuse my english lolol

Hey now, you’re an all star I’m so sorry nobody is allowed to apologize for their English on this blog. You’re really good with it, so don’t worry at all! English is a bitch to learn, and if anyone judges you I will f i g h t. Also, no matter how many other blogs I’ve seen in the past, I still don’t know who makes up the minor trio. I’ve seen it mentioned a lot, and I always assumed it’s Jaehee, V, and Saeran. If it’s someone else, I’ll gladly write for them, too! (Dialogue of fat-shaming in Jaehee’s. Just a heads up!)


Yoosung:

  • He had to pick up your kid from school one day because he got off from work early
  • Yoosung drove there just a little too early when he saw your child getting harassed by three other kids
  • oh no
  • nonononono
  • Instead of just driving up, he parked that damn car and walked up
  • Just far enough so they thought he was a highschooler  even if hes older hes still small you can fight me on this
  • Once he was in earshot, his only thought was how dare they
  • The things they were saying were downright disgusting to him
  • Yoosung walked right up and tapped one of them on the shoulder
  • “Hey there buddy boy, I’m going to ask, no, tell you to kindly leave and never speak to my child again”
  • Your kid just kinda bip bopped along with him after he turned to leave after the kids had given half-hearted apologies
  • “Hey, Dad?” “What? Do you want ice cream? We can go. If you want to talk, we can do that, too” “I just wanted to say that you didn’t need to do that. What they said is pretty normal for me”
  • oh hell no
  • Yoosung just nodded slightly “But it doesn’t have to be” “It’s just like that, but can we still get ice cream?” “Yep! Just don’t tell, MC!” “Will you promise not to tell them about my school either? I don’t want them worried, since you seem to be”
  • So they went out to a small shop that wasn’t too far away from your home and talked about animals
  • Then once they got home, you could see him looking concerned at your child when the put their bag from school up
  • He went to his office and typed out an email
  • Turns out, he got the three kids suspended
  • PTA Dad Yoosung won’t stand for that shit
  • Didn’t tell MC because he promised

Zen:

  • You can’t tell me he’s not a PTA dad either
  • Sure, practice sometimes doesn’t allow him to go to every meeting
  • But you know he’s ready to fight Nancy at the bake sale because what were those brownies, Jesus, Nancy
  • aNYWAYS, you both had to go to one of those lame ass schools fairs
  • you couldn’t say no to your kid because those puppy eyes reminded you of Zen’s
  • You were waiting in line for food while Zen was buying tickets for things and you let your child go off with their friends
  • Then the yelling started dAMMIT, ZEN
  • “How dare you talk to my child like that?” “Well, um, sir-” “No, I’m not hearing it from you, young man” “I want to say-” “Not you either, young lady!”
  • Zen walked back with your kid in tow and he was fuming
  • “MC! Can we leave? There’s much better food at the restaurant we passed” “Only if you tell me what happened, because it looks like our daughter is perfectly fine” “No, she is nOT. They were making fun of her weight! How dare they insult our princess” “Zen, You sound like a script right now, calm down”
  • Your child just mumbled, “Well, that’s what happened during school anyways”
  • Turning around so quickly that you got bitch-slapped by his hair, he looked at your kid
  • He was n o t having this shit
  • “Who cares if you’ve got squish? There’s just more to love! Those kids are douchebags” “Zen-” “As long as you’re comfortable with you, there’s no issue. If you feel bad because of that snotbag, I will find out who his mom is and raise hell” “Zen-” “That one girl looked like her mom runs a drug cartel. I should know, too, because her mom is probably Bethany” “Hyun!”
  • He turned back towards you flashing a slightly awkward smile
  • “MC, that boy was a beast
  • “Not this again” Well, damn, if your kid is sick of it, he probably should be, too
  • You ended up leaving after your kid was done with his shit wanted to leave
  • He may or may not have raised a little hell on the board
  • Gave a two minute monologue on bullying at the monthly meeting

Jaehee: (Good end and after end spoilers)

  • Your son liked to hang around the café after school was done with a few friends
  • He came in one day with several people, a few being ones you recognized
  • You were taking orders and Jaehee was wiping down tables along with picking up dishes
  • cue dramatic plate falling when she overheard their conversation
  • “Maybe your clothes wouldn’t be so big if your  parents didn’t bake so much for you” “He’s right. All those pastries can’t be that great. Especially with how little you do in PE” “Maybe stop eating all of your lun-”
  • “Excuse me, but who are you, ma’am?” “Just a friend of this kid” “Get out of this café” “Who are you? Where’s the manager?”
  • “Mom, it’s fi-” “I’m Mrs. Kang, the owner of this establishment, and the disgusting comments you are making are towards my son. Leave
  • The girl turned bright red and moved to gather her things
  • Jaehee’s badass arm stopped her from properly getting up
  • “I thought it was heavily implied that you were to apologize”
  • She was downright glaring at this kid
  • You paused when nobody else was at the counter and turned your attention to what was going down
  • This look wasn’t even reserved for customers who threw orders at her
  • Once the girl left after having to repeat her apology several times, all the others followed, trying not to maintain eye contact with Jaehee
  • She slid in the booth across from your son and had a lengthy discussion about what was wrong for people to say
  • Jaehee had had enough in her life getting treated awfully, so your kid wasn’t allowed to have any of that
  • That night, you had to talk her out of fighting that kid
  • “Jaehee, that’s assault” “MC, it’s justice

Seven:

  • He was dicking around with the security system at your kid’s school
  • It’s not stalking if its not obsessive
  • The system’s visual aspect may not be strong, but the audio was pretty okay
  • Seven just wanted to hear what your child was doing after the bell had rung (I had to look up if it was rung or rang just now)
  • As soon as he heard what a person was saying that was most definitely not your child, he was ready to f i g h t
  • Your kid came back from school that day and went to greet him
  • He may or may not have turned around in an office chair dramactically
  • “So who’s Jun Ho? He sounds like a real biiiii-I mean, jerkwad” “How do you know who he is? He’s in one of my classes.” “Some teacher emailed me saying he was being rude to you. Making remarks on your appearance or something” “Oh, yeah, he does that a lot. It stopped bugging me awhile ago”
  • Red Alert: How About No?
  • “He shouldn’t be saying things like that in the first place. Why do you even talk to him?” “Jun Ho gives me food” “As much as I love food, you should never be degraded to get it” “But it’s soda, and I can’t take that to school” “You won’t get in trouble if no one finds out. That’s besides the point. Can you please drop that douuu-um, that trashcan? You don’t deserve to be told anything that’s negative about yourself that isn’t constructive”
  • Your kid just tried to assure him that It’s Fine, Dad but it most definitely Was Not
  • So then he went into every social media account he could find of Jun Ho’s and left some lovely messages and photos for the kid to find later

Jumin:

  • you know this motherfucker sent your kid to a private school
  • He didn’t realize that not every person would be magically nice to eachother
  • Just let him believe
  • Jumin was content with that for awhile until The Incident
  • Your son was walking back into your home as he was video chatting people at a party
  • For some reason, their conversation dropped off to what sports people were playing and some dumbass in the background made a rude remark to your kid
  • Jumin walked over and took the phone from your son’s hand and got the attention of the teenagers
  • holy shit, that was the dude that their parents made those important business deals with
  • that suit is probably worth more than all my organs
  • damn, he looks like he’s about ready to fail all of us in a class
  • Please refrain from ever contacting this phone ever again. Your words are unappreciated by myself”
  • Your son was desperately trying to mute him repeating that it was all okay
  • Jumin was still drilling these kids
  • “Furthermore, it is not any of your business to inquire about an individual’s health whatsoever. I will have you make good note that everything in this household is meticulously organized, so no, you’re not ‘concerned for his health’ or any other excuse that is as incompetent as yourselves. Have a good evening”
  • Sassy Jumin snapping that hang up button
  • Then he held out the phone to your son that took it nervously
  • “You’re never to speak to them again” “Dad, I-” “No, it is absolutely not fine. You will not be told that just because you’re not of the bare minimum weight, that you are any less of a human being. You are to be respected. If you are to speak to any of your classmates, please inform them that all business deals with their families will end soon.”
  • He most definitely called all of their parents that evening to tell them of these changes
  • Blocked every number he could
  • Also made sure that any future advertisements that were made by any department were to be inclusive of plus-size models

V:

  • There was a new museum and he was invited to attend it’s opening with his family
  • No way this Cotton Candy Man could say no when your daughter got excited at the mention of an artist she loved that was to have an exhibit showcased
  • Everyone had gotten dressed up for the occasion, including V in a snazzy I’m so sorry that I use that word suit, yourself in comfortable formal wear, and your daughter wearing a tighter blouse with a skirt
  • What she wore didn’t bug you or Jihyun, whatever made her the most loving to herself was fine by you
  • The three of you had walked in and were walking around to greet other guests and enjoy hors d'oeuvres
  • Your daughter walked off to admire the paintings until who you recognized as one of her fellow students walked up to her
  • There was no use in eavesdropping so you continued to walk as V walked into the room of the pieces
  • He honestly didn’t notice them until he could hear your child’s voice
  • Then he noticed what the other party was saying
  • Calm Dad walked over to them and apologized for his interruption in the conversation to tell off the student for what they were saying about your daughter’s outfit
  • “Hey, Dad, Mi Na wasn’t bothering me” “Then she was bothering me. Mi Na, please refrain from speaking negatively about my daughter’s appearance in the future. I assure you that whatever clothing she wishes to wear will not effect you”
  • You looked over to see the “Bitch, you ain’t shit” smile on his face and got interested to see what was going on
  • He explained to you the situation then spoke to your daughter again with a short lecture on Why She Was Perfect and Why People Suck
  • Got the girl kicked out from the museum afterwards
  • To make it up, even though “It was fINE, DAD,” V was able to get artwork from the artist your daughter was so excited to see

Saeran:

  • this one’s going to do with an ice cream parlor I’m sorry
  • He agreed to go on a family outing as long as the crowds weren’t too big
  • Hey, if you made it this far, don’t mess it up
  • To his favorite ice cream parlor first!
  • None of you cared if it was eleven am
  • It was always time for ice cream
  • While you three were waiting in line, your child noticed that the person scooping was the dickbag of an upperclassman that had been harassing them for a couple of weeks
  • Saeran noticed how they acted and offered to get a table with them so that it would fit into conversation easily
  • They nodded and went with them so that he could ask what happened
  • Your kid told him that the boy at the counter was giving him shit for his weight and that “It’s perfectly fine”
  • Then Saeran was p i s s e d
  • He assured them that they were perfectly fine as long as they liked themselves
  • Saeran then offered for them to go back in the line where you were ordering your food
  • Your child was slightly anxious as to what he’d do to the worker
  • He glared at that upperclassman so strongly that you thought he had killed Saeran’s joy in life
  • Considering how much Saeran loved his new family, he pretty much did, so the kid deserved to be scared for half a minute
  • He then smiled at you when you handed a cone to him and you sat down with the three of you eating happily
  • Saeran noticed the glances he was getting but didn’t mind them
  • He glared at the kid again for good measure when he held open the door

I’m sorry that this took me so long! Also, no offense if your name is Nancy or Bethany. They’re just my go to PTA Mom names. I’m going to try to get at least two requests up each day. I hope that this was to your satisfaction, but I’ll happily fix anything if you see fit. Much love to you all!

Painted Hearts (2)

part one; part two; part three; part four; part five;

Four missed calls and three text messages.

All from Oh Sehun.

You weren’t purposefully ignoring his attempts at communication but work had that annoying habit of getting in the way. The entire household had been rushed off their feet cleaning and preparing the house for Yuri’s mother, who was coming back from a business holiday in a week’s time. Even though she wasn’t due back straight away, the house had been a flurry of activity that just left you completely exhausted. Every night, you’d finish late and head home, looking at the missed calls and collapsing asleep before you could call him back.

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