this is what happens when you leave me home alone

Sam Holland Falling for you: Headcannon

  • Alright Sam Holland is such a cutie so I gotta show some love for him
  • So you’d meet Tom first
  • You met Tom while working as an intern on his new movie
  • You two would become the best of friends and after knowing each other for a while you flew home with home
  • He was so excited for you to meet his family
  • So you guys were almost to his house and you were so nervous but excited
  • Tessa would greet you at the door, of course
  • Tessa was so much cuter in person, even though you didn’t think that would be possible
  • Nikki and Dom welcomed you with open arms
  • Nikki told you the twins and Paddy were out doing something but they would be home soon
  • As you guys were chatting on the couch the front door opened and in walked three boys
  • They walked into the living room and you immediately locked eyes with a tall, cute, freckled face boy
  • He literally stopped in his tracks because of how beautiful you were
  • Sure he’d seen pictures of you but those pictures didn’t do you justice
  • “Finally, lads. I want you to meet someone.” Tom says and you guys stand up and walk over to them
  • “This is my friend I’ve been telling you about, Y/N. Y/N these are my brothers. The youngest here is Paddy, then this is Harry, and last but not least we have Sam.”
  • You shake their hands and when you touch Sam’s hand you felt SPARKS
  • You guys sat down on the couch as Nikki and Dom went to check on dinner
  • You sat between Tom and Sam and he’s all :))))))))
  • But then Tom puts his hand on your thigh and then he’s :(((((((
  • Of course you were dating Tom he thought to himself
  • Little did he know you thought of him only as a friend
  • “So, Y/N, We’re sorry you’ve had to spend all this time with Tom, but now you’re with the better brothers” Harry jokes
  • “Fuck off, mate” Tom says and you laugh
  • When Sam heard your laugh he thought the heavens had just opened
  • “What are you so quiet for, Sam?” Harry points out
  • His face turns SUPER red
  • “I’m always quiet.” He replies
  • Tom and Harry look at each other and give evil grins.
  • “Tom and Paddy I need your help.” Harry says out of the blue
  • “With what?” They ask at the same time
  • “No time for questions. This is urgent.” Harry lies and the two follow him
  • Leaving you and Sam alone ;)
  • It was awkward at first but then he decided to ask you about Tom
  • “So, uh when did you and Tom get together?”
  • You laugh
  • “Me and Tom? Dating? No, no we’re just friends.”
  • “Oh so like do you have a boyfriend back home or something?”
  • “No. I’m focused on myself and if someone happens to come along then that’s great, but if not that’s ok too”
  • !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Now that he knew you were single he grew some confidence
  • Nikki called everyone for dinner
  • “How about I give you a house tour after dinner?” Sam asks
  • “I’d love it”
  • Once again you sat between Tom and Sam at the dinner table
  • Sam’s chair was quite close to yours
  • Your hands would “accidentally” brush up against each other and Tom and Harry would chuckle
  • Dinner was filled with laughter and getting to know the Holland’s.
  • Dinner was finished and you helped clean up
  • Sam thought it was so sweet
  • “Still up to give me a tour?” You ask Sam when you walk into the living room
  • “Tour of what? His bedroom?”
  • Sam gives his brothers a death stare
  • “Come on, Y/N, let me be a gentleman and show you everything.”
  • 10 seconds into the tour and this boy tripped over a chair
  • Poor boy was so embarrassed
  • “I’m sorry I have to laugh. But are you alright?” You help him up.
  • “I’ve been better.”
  • Clumsy by Fergie was literally his anthem when he was around you
  • “This is just a random room/ office.”
  • You look in and see a piano
  • “Do you play?” You ask and step and to the room
  • “Uh Yeah. A little” He got shy about it
  • “Well I’d love to hear you play some time” You smile at him
  • LASTLY he showed you your room while you’d be staying with them and it was right next to his room :) how convenient
  • It was getting late and you were tired so you went to bed
  • YAY it was finally morning time
  • He walked out to see you and Harry sitting on the couch, laughing
  • He was a bit jealous
  • You were in a T-shirt and athletic shorts with a messy bun but he thought you still looked super beautiful
  • “Good morning, Y/N, how’d ya sleep?” He asks and sits down
  • “I slept really well. Thanks again for the tour.”
  • “Anything for our guest of honor”
  • You guys decided to go on a walk
  • Harry and you had gotten close and we’re walking ahead of Tom and Sam
  • Sam decided to tell Tom he liked you
  • Tom was a little upset because he wanted to ask you out but he could tell you were into Sam
  • You stopped walking so Sam could catch up to you
  • Omgshewaitedformedoesshelikeme
  • “It’s so cold out. My hands are gonna freeze off” you say to him
  • Secretly you hoped he’d hold your hand
  • “Can I, uh, hold your hand? So um it doesn’t freeze of because t-that would kinda suck”
  • Smooth, Sam, very smooth
  • You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers
  • “Awwwww” you heard Harry and Tom exclaim
  • Sam flipped them off and you laughed
  • “So I was thinking. I should probably get your number or something so uh we can hang out more and stuff.”
  • “Sam, you guys are literally staying in the same house.”
  • “Thanks, Tom, I wasn’t aware.”
  • Ofc you give him your number and yes he DEFINITELY put cute emojis next to your name
  • UGH I just wanna date Sam Holland is that too much to ask for

A/N: SAM IS SO CUTE AND THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE CONTENT OF HIM ON THIS SITE. Also,this isn’t the best but it’s getting late so I rushed it a little. Kinda wanna make a part two??? If you want a part two let me know

Robin’s Nest: Part 16

Prompt: Where the robin’s were Bruce’s and Batmom’s biological kids

Words: 1081

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 , Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

“That storm is pretty bad.” You glance out the window and can’t help but agree. Hurricane Renee had been on the news for days, and now that she had hit, she seemed determined to live up to her name.

           Unfortunately for you, this meant that your seven children were cooped up inside. The manor had become a complete mess between various board games, and one or two games of extreme hide and seek.

           So far, the casualties included a chandelier, a Ming vase, two of Bruce’s golf clubs, and Alfred’s blender. You’d left your children to the mercy of the butler and retreated to the library to find Helena staring out the window.

           Your daughter was a daddy’s girl and had been from day one. She was fierce, tough and outspoken, and she hated storms with a passion. More often than not, lightning and thunder filled nights found her in your bed with you and Bruce.

           Hurricanes seemed to be even worse. The usually rambunctious girl was sullen, and more than a little pouty. This was proved even further when she snuggled up to you. Dick, Jason, and Cass were your snugglers. Helena preferred her personal space.

           Never one to pass up an opportunity, you pull the girl close. Kissing the top of her head you say, “Don’t worry baby girl, Daddy will be home soon.”

           She sighs, “I hate business trips.”

           You smile, “You and me both.”

           “This was a long one.”

           You nod. Two weeks was a long time for Bruce to be gone. Typically, he skyped conferences, went only for a few days, or took the family with him. That hadn’t been an option this time.

           When midnight comes and goes without any word, you start to get anxious. Bruce’s plane had landed before the storm had really started. The closing off of streets had kept him from coming straight home, but he had still called to check in. But now, he wasn’t answering his phone and that worried you more than a little.

           You’re brought out of your thoughts when someone yells, “Code green.”

           Pushing your husband to the back of your mind, you spring out of your office chair and towards the clock. You turn the hands to your anniversary date, and make your way down to the cave. You find your Dick, Jason, and Cass suiting up, and raise an eyebrow in question, “And where exactly do you think you’re going?”

           Dick’s face is straight laced, serious as can be. A perfect imitation of Bruce’s. “The Riddler has cut power to the entire city. He’s offered a challenge, if someone can issue a challenge that can stump him, he’ll turn the power back on.”

           You bite your lip, before issuing your orders, “You’re not going out there alone.”

           You watch Dick’s and Jason’s eyes go wide, “Mom!” You listen as Tim turns in the computer chair to face you. You take a deep breath, “I said alone. Call in Wally and Barry.”

           You see Jason hesitate, “Dad …”

           “Isn’t here. You’re not going out there without a League member. Hell, I’ll call in Superman himself before I let you go out there alone. I know you’ve been doing this for years, but I’m still your mother. I have my limits.”

           It takes half an hour for the speedsters to arrive. Even then, you’re left with a queasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You watch them go before taking over Tim’s chair.

           You’d spent less and less time in the cave as the boys had gotten older. You imagined, you’d spend even less time there as your children got older. Tim would soon become the next Robin, his training was almost done, and then Helena and Damian would take over. Eventually, Terry would start his training, and that broke your heart. Your last baby was growing up, and it made you want to cry.

           It’s a long night. A very long night, with more close calls than you care to admit. By the time dawn breaks, the storm is still going strong, but your kids are back home. You tend to the cuts and bruises before sending them to bed.

           You’re on your fifth cup of coffee when you get a call from the hospital. There’s been an accident with your husband, and you’re needed. Now. You’re certain that your heart stops at the words.

           One look out the window tells you that you’re not getting anywhere right now. Between the winds, the flooding, and the damage from Riddler’s attack, you’re stuck. You’re forced to wait two days, before going to the hospital, alone.

           You arrive at Gotham general looking a mess. And you’re certain that at least one paparazzi had taken your picture. Still, you walk through the hospital with the authority of someone who’s family has donated enough money to build two new wings.

           You find your husband sleeping in the waiting room. He’s wearing scrubs of all things, and sprawled across several chairs. So of course, you hit him. He startles awake and stares at you while you rant, “How dare you Bruce Wayne. Not one freaking phone call. Not one. I thought you were dead in the morgue, or lying here in a coma. But no, I find you here dressed as though you just performed surgery. I have been worried sick.

           “I lied to our children. I said that you called, that you were stuck at the airport. How DARE YOU!”

           Bruce takes it all in stride, before pulling you in for a hug. He holds you while you cry, and says “I’m so sorry. They only had time for one emergency call, and I thought I asked them to tell you that I am okay. I am so sorry.”

           You take deep breaths to calm yourself, before asking “What happened Bruce? Why are you in a hospital?”

           He wipes his hands over his face, “I was driving home, when there was an accident. Someone spun out on the road, crashing into me before spinning into another car. The driver, and two passengers were killed. There was one other survivor. A twelve-year-old boy, his name is Duke. I was able to get him out, and get an ambulance out but there was nothing they could do for his parents, or the driver. I couldn’t leave him alone.”

           You sink down beside him, “What are you thinking Bruce?”

           He stares at you, “How would you feel about having and eighth kid?”

Walk of Shame

Originally posted by thosekidswhohuntmonsters

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only), Alcohol use, terrible writting

Summary: You wake up after a night of drinking to James Barnes. 

Pounding headache? Check. Weak stomach? Check. Light sensitivity? You cracked your eye and immediately shut it again. Check. You rolled over to pull the covers over your head and found that you weren’t alone. As a matter of fact, the bed you were in felt different than the one you usually slept on. You pushed yourself up on your elbows and flipped the hair out of your face.

Shit. This definitely was not your bedroom. You looked out the giant windows that seemed to overlook the entire city.

Oh god. What did you do last night?

You remembered going out with a couple friends to celebrate your birthday. You had more to drink than you should and Katherine took your keys. But why would they leave you alone with no way home?

Just then the person sleeping next to you groaned and rolled over, pulling the sheet that had covered him down enough for you to see who you had gone home with. There was a flash of silver and your hand flew to your gaping mouth.


You quietly slipped out of bed as the memories trickled back to you.

“Hey doll. Where’d your friends get off to?” A tall man asked, taking a seat next to you.

“Who knows.” You giggled as you turned to give him your full attention. “Oh God. You’re you.” You said, star struck.

He chuckled and ordered you another drink. “Yes I am. And you are?”

“Um. Y/N. Wow. Thanks for saving the day.”

“Oh that’s Steve’s job.” He said with a wink.

The two of you flirted and drank most of the rest of the night. Bucky drinking two or three for every one you finished. You both were pretty tanked by the time the bar lights came up and he insisted on sharing a cab.

You both poured yourself in to the car and you didn’t make it a block away from the bar  before your lips molded to his.

You threw on the short black dress you had worn the night before and scooped up your heels, trying to make as little noise as possible. Jeez. Why couldn’t you have worn a pair of jeans or at least something that didn’t scream “GUESS WHAT I DID LAST NIGHT” as you walked down the city streets. You kept your head down as you slowly shut the door to the bedroom behind you. The tiny click sounding like an explosion in the relative quiet that surrounded you. When you glanced around you were flooded with the memory of bouncing off of every  flat surface in the narrow hallway as Bucky kissed his way from your lips to your chest. His shirt was unbuttoned before he got the door open and he had his mouth latched on to your collar bone.

Once the door shut his shirt fell to the floor and your dress was pulled over your head. He quickly lifted you from the ground and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he moved you to the bed.  He dropped you on the mattress and you giggled softly as you bounced, you worried that your laughter had ruined the mood when his lips didn’t immediately find yours again.

Those worries were lost when Bucky flipped on the bed side lamp and you caught a glimpse of his face. His eyes were dark, pupils dilated from want and he was slowly running his teeth across his swollen bottom lip. He looked disheveled in the most beautiful way. You squeezed your legs together to ease the fire that was burning between them, you had never wanted anyone this bad before and it felt like you would burst in to flames at any moment.

The movement caught Bucky’s attention and he looked at your clothed core like a man starved. He sunk to the floor in front of your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed. A feral noise ripped from his throat as he kissed the inside of your thighs.

“God damn Doll, you smell amazing.”

You moaned at his words, writhing beneath him as his hot breath hit your core. His thumbs hooked around the edges of your underwear and he bit and kissed your hips and thighs as he slid the flimsy material down your legs. You bucked at the air hoping for some friction.

“Please.” You begged, only able to muster a breathy whisper.

He drove in, licking a thick stripe through your folds and making your legs quake. He pulled back and made eye contact with you before taking the middle finger of his left hand into his mouth. He wet the metal enough to sink it in to you. His mouth returned to you before he slipped the sinfully cool metal in to your heat. You felt the knot in your stomach coil tighter as he attached his mouth to your clit and began working his tongue in  slow, lazy circles.

Your back arched and you twisted his comforter in your fists. You orgasm blew through  you when his mouth and hand picked up speed. He continued working his mouth on you as you came down from your orgasm.

“Please, James. Please. I need you.” You said as you pulled him up your body.

He paused long enough to pull off the rest of his clothes and to slip on a condom  and you got the first look at him fully naked. His body was pure sin and you pulled him down to you.

“Are you ready babygirl?” He asked, his voice shaking slightly.

You could only nod.

He slowly slid in to you and you felt yourself stretch. You groaned at the fullness.

He slowly started to rock in to you and his lips found yours again. Your walls clamped around his length as he reached down to rub your swollen clit. You rolled your hips in to his thrusts and you cried out.

“M'not gonna last much longer if you keep that up, doll.” He growled against your neck.

You moved faster, matching his frantic speed and it wasn’t long before you were flying. His name on your lips like a prayer.

“God. Baby. Gonna. Cum.” He panted, each word punctuated with a thrust.

“Come on baby.” You heard yourself whisper.

His thrusts became more frantic as his own release washed over him.

You shook your head back and forth, trying to clear the memories from your head. Bucky had been a very attentive lover and would make one hell of a story for your first on night stand but you wanted out of the tower before he had a chance to wake up or you ran in to the other people that occupied the space.

You had to have pushed the button for the elevator 60 times hoping that it would move a little quicker; you could hear the first signs of life coming from the other rooms. You were sure that this was a common occurrence for a Sunday, someone making their way from one of the rooms in the tower. You had never thought of yourself as a superhero groupie but you knew that they existed. Several girls camped out on the sidewalk of the tower every night on the weekend hoping to catch their favorite’s attention. You didn’t blame them, the Avengers were all stunning in their own way but that just wasn’t you.

You heard a door open behind you at the same time the elevator finally made it to the floor. You quickly shuffled in and started frantically pushing the close button. Your eyes stayed glued to your shoes until you heard a husky voice. “Hey, no wait.” The voice was almost frantic as you glanced up and you were met with steely blue-gray eyes. The doors closed before he could say anything else.

You leaned your head back on the cool metal of the elevator as you tried to gather your jumbled thoughts. Your rummaged through your purse to find your phone. You held the power button until it buzzed to life in your hands. There were 15 texts on your phone and you scrolled through them before letting your best friends know that you were more than okay. When the elevator made it to the lobby you made a bee line for the door.

Your phone vibrated in your bag, signaling an incoming call and you quickly reached in to your bag and ducked in to the first coffee shop you laid eyes on.

“Hey babe. What’s up?”

“Don’t ‘what’s up’ me when I know for a fact that you went home with an Avenger last night. How was he?” You best friend could be infuriating sometimes.

“Yeah. About that. Thanks for leaving me alone to let god knows what happen to me. Great friend.” You teasingly scolded her.

“Pu-lease.” She half whined at you. “We left you in good hands. They were good hands weren’t they?” You could hear her wiggling her eyebrows over the phone.

“Not over the phone, Kat! Get Mina and meet me at my place in an hour. I’ve got a cab to catch.” You quickly shut the phone.

                                                   Bucky’s POV

Bucky woke up with a smile plastered on his face. He rolled over to get a look at your sleeping form just to find your side of the bed empty and your clothes gone. He quickly jumped to his feet and threw on the first pair of sweatpants his hands touched.

He ran out the door and skidded to a hard stop as he saw you getting on the elevator.  He called out to you and you met his eyes for just a moment before the doors closed.

Does she regret it? He wondered to himself for a moment before he decided to act.

He ran to the emergency stairwell and took off. You were walking through the front door of the lobby before he made it down the last few steps. He saw you through the little window and jumped the stairs before bursting through the door after you.

You weaved your way through the crowd and he lost you.

Standing barefoot on a New York City sidewalk in the warm morning sun Bucky felt like a fool. He had met a wonderful girl, someone genuine, clever, and gorgeous to top it all off. And he just let her slip away. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. Gone. No phone number, hell he didn’t even bother to get her last name.

Idiot. He scolded himself as he made his way back in to the building.

He called for the elevator and stood quietly waiting for it to reach him. When he got in he could faintly smell the perfume you had been wearing. He inhaled deeply before resting his head on the cool metal doors.

When the doors opened up he stood face to face with his best friend.

“Hey Buck. Whoa. Whats wrong?” He asked, taking in Bucky’s mood.

“Brought a girl home last night. She just took off. Left me with no way to contact her.” He said with a defeated shrug.

“Did the cameras get a good look at her?” Steve asked hopefully.

Bucky felt a smile spread across his face and pulled Steve with him to the security room.

                                                     Your POV

Kat and Mina burst into your apartment just as you were getting out of the shower with wild eyes and loud voices full of excitement.

“Girl! Where are you?” Kat’s voice rang out.

“Just a second!” You called tugging on a pair of jeans.

“Jesus! That’s one hell of a love bite.” Mina commented on the hickey on your collar bone that peaked out from your t-shirt.

You pulled the collar a little closer to your neck.

“So…” She started. “Did you get his number?”

“No. I got the hell out of there.”

“What?!?” They both half shouted at the same time.

“Look, I’ve never just gone home with a guy before and he can have his pick of the women in this city so I left to save myself the embarrassment. I didn’t want to have the 'I’ll call you’ talk with a friggin’ Avenger.” You said as your cheeks burned.

“From the way he was looking at you last night he made his choice. He had an awe-struck look on his face after thirty minutes of talking to you. And if he wanted an easy lay there were at least 6 other girls willing to go home with him a lot sooner. He spent all night getting to know you, you big dummy.” Kat said bluntly. Mina nodded in the background, agreeing with Kat, which is not something she did often.

“Well, shit. That would explain-”

“Explain what?” Kat interjected.

“This morning. When I was leaving, he must have noticed. He tried to stop me before the elevator took off.” you said with a shrug.

Both of your best friends looked at you like you had grown a second head.

Before either one could yell at you again for being an idiot there was a knock at your door.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You said to Kat as she shared a knowing look with Mina. “I’ve only been out of his bed maybe two hours and he didn’t even have my last name.” You said walking to the door. You turned the knob to open it without looking to see who was on the other side. “There’s no way in hell he found me at 11am on a Sunday.” Your friends stood shell shocked, unable to move their eyes from the doorway. You turned to see what had their attention and your eyes met a wall of pure muscle. You moved your gaze up to meet familiar blue gray eyes.

“Well, there may be no way in hell, but there must be one in heaven, Angel.” He said with a wink.

“Oh god, Bucky. You’re so corny. I’m sorry. Sorry that you had to hear that and sorry that I helped this lucky son-of-a-bitch stalk you. Tony. Tony Stark.” The legend himself said from his spot, leaning against the outside wall of your apartment. “Seems to me that you’ve got our dear child here totally love-sick and I can’t have him too distracted on our next mission.” he pushed off the wall and made his way down the stairs leading the exit. “See you back at the tower, Buck. Oh, and miss… I really am sorry.” He said with a mischievous grin.

“I… Um… Didn’t expect you to have company.” Bucky said as the nerves leaked in to his voice, all of his previous bravado gone.

“We were.. uh.. just leaving.” Mina said, pulling Kat with her as she exited the apartment. “Talk to you later.”

When the door clicked shut Bucky stepped closer to you. “So, Why’d you run off this morning?”

You told him the same thing you had just told your friends and he looked away.

“That’s not really my style, doll.” He said softly.  “I had a good time with you last night before the thought of going to bed with you ever crossed my mind. I had planned on getting your number and taking you out on an actual date but when you started talking, I never wanted it to end. And when we kissed I felt something I didn’t think I’d feel ever aga-” You cut him off by pressing your lips softly to his.

He returned the kiss until you finally pulled away.

“So, since you’re here now… Want to grab lunch?” You said with a smile.

He nodded and grabbed your hand, leading you out the door.

The Green-Eyed Doctor

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Summary: Reader gets in a bad accident and is put under the care of Dr. Winchester during her stay…

Pairing: Doctor!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,400ish

Warnings: language, car accident

A/N: I’m in love with doctor Dean now. Quote for this one was, “As long as I’m around, nothing bad is going to happen to you.”…

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Halloween 1992

When I was 12 years old, I was gearing up for an awesome Halloween out with my friends. At that time, it was still relatively safe for kids to go combing neighborhoods in search of candy and treats without a lot of parental supervision. Times have certainly changed now but after this incident, I’m not sure I’d ever want my kids out alone at night especially on Halloween.

Cider Mill Road was long and scattered with a lot of houses. It was an area that was kind of known to be spooky mainly because there was an old house at the end which had lots of swirling ghost stories. I had heard many childhood whispers and legends. It was an apple orchard years ago and the slaves had been brutally murdered. The original owner had hung himself at the top of the staircase. There were so many stories but all the town kids were enamored by the house. We would ride bikes by the house in hopes of catching a glimpse into it’s history. We were all certain it was filled with all sorts of paranormal delights.

After trick or treating for several hours and almost reaching the end of Cider Mill Road, a friend suggested we go knock on the door of the house and see if anyone answered. We knew an old woman lived there by the last name of Murphy. No one ever saw her out much but she had inherited the property and had lived there for probably fifty years. It was a big house especially for one person. I always thought it had to be lonely to be unmarried, no children and living in such a big old run down house. My dad called it “decayed gentry” although I had no idea what that meant.

The driveway winded up through the orchard which lay sprawling in front of the house. No one tended to the apples anymore and so most of them lay rotting on the ground which by October was more of a rotting stench than an apple fragrance.

“Hey, you go up and ring the bell,” Jessica told me.

I shrugged, “I’m not going by myself.”

“Take Olivia with you,” she said.

Olivia shook her head, “I don’t think so. It’s getting late. I need to get home.”

Jessica grabbed our hands, “We’ll all go together.”

“It smells bad,” Olivia said. “I don’t want to go up there.”

I agreed, “Yeah the apples stink. If an old woman lives here she might already be in bed. She probably doesn’t want trick or treaters.”

“She doesn’t even have a front porch light on.” Olivia said, “Universal sign for leave me alone.”

“You guys are such chickens! Come on. It’s Halloween! Let’s just do this and then when we go to school on Monday and tell everyone what happened we’ll be the coolest kids in class.”

Much to my dismay, we were being led further up the dark gravel driveway to the dilapidated mansion at the top of the hill. Olivia had some neon glow stick bracelets which was the only light we were able to see with because it was pitch black and we didn’t have flash lights. It had been a fairly cloudy night although it was almost a full moon. We had only had glimpses of moonlight the entire night. none of us thought ahead to bring any light sources.

When we reached the top of the hill where the house was positioned, I got a cold chill. I was shaking. I don’t know if it was the temperature outside or the fact that I was frightened but my teeth were slightly chattering.

The three of us approached the house and climbed up onto the porch. Jessica pushed me forward, “Ring the doorbell.” She was whispering.

“I don’t to ring the bell,” I said.

She pushed me again, “Just do it.”

I stepped forward. My eyes had began to adjust to the darkness and I could see the door in front of me with elaborate stand glass. Although my hand was shaking, I reached for the bell. I pressed it.

Immediately, Jessica and Olivia start giggling and screaming. They take off running, leaving me standing on the porch. I heard a noise from inside the house. I darted off the porch. I tripped over my witch’s dress and fell face first on the grass. My pumpkin shaped bucket filled with candy spilled onto the ground but I was too scared to bother with it. I threw the bucket down, trying to see my way to the drive, but it was dark. I could hear the girls giggling in the distance somewhere ahead of me.

“Those bitches,” I mumbled under my breath.

My feet hit the gravel on the road. My heart was pounding. Why was I so scared? I was on the road now and away from the house. I was in a safe place. The old woman was probably in bed. She hadn’t even opened the front door. I told myself not to be afraid I was fine now. We were just being dumb kids.

I had slowed from a sprint down. I was breathing heavily but slowed down to a walk. I could make out headlights down Cider Mill so I knew I was not far from the road. Those girls would be waiting down there at the end for me. I’d give them a piece of my mind. “Shit,” I said in a low voice, “stupid girls.”

When all of a sudden, out of nowhere, two hands were grabbing at my chest from behind. Something was pulling me. I let out a scream.

Something had me. I could hear it snarling and hissing as it pulled me. I tried fighting it off. It was dragging me over to the side of the driveway. I could see the outline of an apple tree in the moonlight. I could smell that rotting stench.

I was only 12 but I was fighting as hard as I could. I was screaming and yelling, “HELP ME!”

I tried hitting the arms off me. I was as combative as I possibly could be feeling like I was fighting for my life.

Whoever had me was not letting go. I felt sharp nails digging into my chest while it was pulling me toward the apple trees. “WHO ARE YOU? LET ME GO!”

The clouds must have moved away from the moon because for a moment again the moonlight was shining down illuminating the orchard around me. Thats when I caught a glimpse.

What had its arms around me was an old hag. A woman but she was old and looked half dead. She had flesh that looked like it was also rotting away from her face. She was still gurgling and snarling.

I managed to twist myself lose and the second I did I felt her sharp nails on my back but I took off running. I ran through the orchard dodging trees. I felt the disintegrating apples squishing and oozing under my feet. At one point, I slipped and fell into a pile of the mush. I finally made my way to the gravel and did not stop until I was at the main road.

Of course my asshole friends were posted up waiting for me but the minute they saw me bolting by they did not laugh.

I was in shock. Somehow we managed to get to a neighbor’s house where the person called my parents to come pick me up. My friends explained what had happened and how they’d left me at the house.

I had scratch marks on both my chest and back from the incident. My parents decided we needed to call the police and make a report. The cops thought it was probably just a Halloween prank, probably some teenagers trying to scare me. We ended up getting a huge lecture from the cop and our parents.

The next day was a Sunday. I was still really terrified about what had happened and was adamant it was not just some teenage kids messing with us. I kept telling my parents over and over that it was something else. My mom finally told me it was enough and over with and we didn’t need to rehash it again.

By early evening, I had settled into being a bit calmer about the whole thing when the phone rang. My dad answered and after a few minutes of “Yes, I see” and “I understand.” He came into the den where I was piled up watching television. My Mom was sitting her chair reading a book. She looked up at my dad who was kinda pale.

“What is it George?” She asked.

He looked at us both with astonishment and said, “That was Deputy Richardson from last night. He went over to do a welfare check on Mrs Murphy after they couldn’t reach her last night for questioning. It turns out Mrs. Murphy was dead inside her house the whole time. Apparently, the coroner says he estimates roughly that she probably died back in August. He says they still have no signs of anyone else being at the house last night. The house had not been broken into or anything. The only thing they found outside was your bucket of candy which was all over the ground just like you said.”

“Honey, didn’t you say it was an old woman who grabbed you?” Mom asked horrified.

decisions ; jeon jungkook

genre: angst

summary: jungkook’s dating you; the best girlfriend he could ever ask for. a problem comes up where he’s needed to date someone else; a model. somehow he finds himself stuck in a situation, leading to a decision he has to make. (that was such a long summary sorry!!)

oh shit guess who’s back. i havent written like dis in forever srry + edit: i made quite a lot of mistakes so i apologise for that!!

“morning, babe,” jungkook mutters, sneaking his strong arms around your waist.

“did you sleep well?” you ask, as he gave you a peck on your forehead, “you’ve got a day ahead.”

three meetings, a photoshoot, and an interview. jungkook sighed at the thought, knowing he would be home extremely late.

“i’m sorry if i’ll be home late, y/n..”

“hey, we’ve been together for a year now, i’m used to it.” and to be honest, you were. it just felt normal when jungkook walks in your shared apartment at twelve midnight. his schedules took most of his day, which you hated. as for you, you were a student, in college, studying and procrastinating. you weren’t terribly busy as jungkook, but projects, lectures and homework kept you busy on a daily basis.

“are you sure?” jungkook says, “yes- we may have been together for a long time to know what we hate, but i promise to get back as soon as i can.”

you give him a nod and sip your orange juice, “i’ll be okay kook. the leftovers for dinner will be in the microwave.”

“you’re the best.” jungkook smiles, “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

jungkook was at his final meeting, before he was able to get home. he hoped that he would get home in an hour, as it was already ten. he knew you were probably eating dinner by yourself at this time.

“okay,” his manager took a deep breath, “we discussed about dating y/n… and-”

“is there another problem with that?” jungkook sighed. yes, he loved his company so much. they respected his decision with dating you, but the issue of it was that you were just.. you. and there were so many fans of jungkook who simply just disliked you.

“no no,” his manager said, “i-it’s just.. we’d like you to date a model too. we’ll confirm your break up-”

“me and y/n are not breaking up.” jungkook firmly said. his heart was pounding.

“no, you and y/n still can date, but you must not address rumours, we will handle it. you must not be seen in public at all.” his manager clasps his hands, “if you come by at the studio tomorrow morning, you can get to meet hyejin, your fake partner.”

so many questions he wanted to ask. why? what would your response be?

he’s already addressed his fans talking about you in a cruel way, and how he could do so much better, and the one thing he doesn’t understand is that he’s able to make his own choices.

“just.. don’t ask why this is happening, i don’t know either.” jungkook’s manager spoke and jungkook just stared into space, “well.. see you in the morning.”

jungkook stood up and bowed, “thanks.”

he left the building in a rush, heading home as quick as possible.


“hey y/n,” jungkook called. you weren’t in the living room or the kitchen. he sighed. “babe? love?” his voice was more louder.

his manager texted you the news, and honestly, you were a bit confused and slightly upset. how they had to ‘hire’ a model. you were slightly mad, you didn’t want to lie, but you just had to go with it. you were taking a shower to try and take your mind off it.

jungkook heard the shower running, so he walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door. ah, it’s locked. he sighed.

“y/n..” he called. 

“i’ll be done in a few minutes.” you replied, applying the shampoo on your hair.

“are you mad at me? you hea-”

“of course i did.” you said. “and i’m not mad.”

“you sound like it,” jungkook said, “hey, i’ll eat your dinner while waiting for you, and we’ll talk about it, okay babe?”

“sure.” you replied shortly as jungkook took a deep breath and went into his room to change his clothes into something more comfy.

he saw the food you made in the microwave, and he instantly smiled. one of my favourite meals.. he thought. jungkook heated up the dinner before sitting on the couch and turning on the tv. a few minutes later, he heard the bathroom door open, and jungkook guessed you were finished.

you changed into one of the shirts you stole from jungkook and a pyjama shorts, then brushing your hair and heading to the living room.

“you made this so well!” jungkook praised as he showed you the empty plate. you blush and smile, “t-thanks..”

you sat down on the other couch and jungkook frowned slightly.

“y/n..” jungkook sighed, “i’m sorry for what’s happening right now.”

“it’s fine.” you said, “i’m fine with it.”

and honestly, you weren’t. having him being the partner of such beauty, compared to you made you feel insecure. but jungkook could read you like clear glass.

“you can be honest..” jungkook mutters quietly. 

“seriously, i’m fine.” you didn’t want to cause an argument, because you trusted jungkook. so much. but you were just scared.

“trust me, okay?” jungkook gives you a small smile, “nothing will happen.”


jungkook began to get ready and he heard you rustling from the other room. once he tied his shoes, he went to your room.

“good morning, y/n,” jungkook said, “i’ll be back before lunch okay? get ready around twelve and we’ll head out.”

you give him a small smile, rubbing your eyes. “i love you.”

“i love you more..” jungkook smiled, before heading to the studio.

jungkook was greeted by the security guard and his manager at the entrance as they went to the manager’s office. jungkook’s manager explained briefly about hyejin, who was the model and his ‘fake girlfriend’.

“this is hyejin,” his manager said, “hyejin, jungkook.”

hyejin bowed as jungkook did the same, gulping. “nice to meet you, hyejin.”

hyejin smiled back, “you too.”

jungkook’s manager cleared his throat, “we want you two to go out, and get to the articles. spend some time knowing each other.”

“i think i know a good place where we can talk.” jungkook said as hyejin blushed. his manager gave a small smile, “well, have fun.”

a few minutes later, hyejin and jungkook were walking to the restaurant jungkook had suggested. 

“the restaurant was my childhood.” jungkook smiled, and he could see some paparazzi already. 

“time to put on the act..” hyejin sighed, as jungkook nodded. he placed his arm around her shoulders as they both put up their masks.


it was already 11:45am, and you were waiting for a sign of jungkook’s texts. you sighed, so you ended up getting ready. your phone began to blow up with a ton of notifications.


@/jungkookandy/n: oh my god, is jungkook with hyejin now? :(

@/bangtanbangbangtan: Glad Jungkook is with that model. He really could’ve done better than date that Y/N girl..

@/kookiesandwhipcream: Oh no.. What happened to them both?

(dms) @/jungkoookiiiiies: Y/N! HAVE YOU SEEN THE ARTICLE YET?!



yah, y/n? have you seen the articles? are they true? do i need to beat jungkook’s sorry ass?

you ended up ending pressing the article everyone sent you.

IDOLS NEWS: Jeon Jungkook, member of BTS, has been seen with his new lover, Park Hyejin, famous model. They’ve been spotted walking to one of Jungkook’s favourite restaurant, hands and arms around each other. Has he ended things with Y/L/N Y/N?

“bullshit,” you said, tapping on the photos, before frowning, “his favourite restaurant? that’s the place he took us for our first date..”

and you weren’t lying. that restaurant, he took that park hyejin girl to, that was your first ever official date. you felt slightly upset and mad at him, that he had to take his fake partner out to somewhere you remembered and appreciated.

after you got ready, the clock was already 12:15. no signs from jungkook, at all.

12:17PM - bunny 2.0 y/n:

hey kook, are we still on?

12:17PM - bunny 2.0 y/n:

did i really get ready for nothing?

12:18PMbunny 2.0 y/n:

yah, jungkook. answer me.

                            15 MISSED CALLS FROM bunny 2.0 y/n

you sighed, giving up. he was clearly busy with hyejin. 

jungkook panicked when he looked at the time once he dropped off hyejin at the studio again, “shit, it’s three..” he quickly went back to your shared apartment.

“y/n!” he shouts.

“here.” you respond, still typing your extremely long essay. it was way far done from the word count, but you wanted to take your mind off what happened.

“i’m so sorry-”

“cut it, jungkook.” you sighed, “look. i’m mad at you. you had to take her there? you made me feel like you made our first fucking date nothing.”

“i’m sorry-”

“you also made me stay like this for three damn hours,” you said, “i was waiting. but i guess you were with hyejin again.”

“y/n, please-”

“leave me alone.”

the next day. he promised you he’d be home in time you usually cook your dinner when he’s around, but he came home two hours late. he smelt like he had some fruity perfume on, and you assumed he was with hyejin. again.

“thanks for the dinner, babe,” jungkook gives you a smile as he took off his jacket and hugged you from behind, “you’re the best..”

you give him a weak smile, “jungkook..”

“i mean it. and i’m so fucking sorry for everything that’s happening, i really mean it.”

“but know that i only have my eyes on you, y/n. and no one else. i fucking love you. just because i’m fake dating someone doesn’t mean i still love the person who i had my eyes on before her.”

one day, jungkook had plans for you at twelve, and hyejin at two. so it gave him two hours to be with you. he took you out at a cafe that had recently opened and served your favourite foods and bingsu, which you both loved.

you noticed something was weird when he kept on looking at his watch and taking out his phone constantly, and this was never jungkook. but he excused himself to go to the toilet and left his phone unlocked, and you sighed when the notification sound went on.

1:20PM: hyejinnie:

Hey Kook, I’m ready. I’ll wait for you to pick me up. I can’t wait to go to the beach with you :)

you frowned, when realising that jungkook never took you to the beach. either the ‘dates’ were his decision, or his manager’s options. and you feared that they would see their upper bodies of each other and it make you so insecure about yourself.

you felt the relationship was falling apart, but you both kept calm.

when jungkook dropped you off at your shared apartment, a few hours later everyone was mentioning you on your social medias, saying that jungkook said ‘i love you’ in public to hyejin. your heart dropped. you hope that it was just an act. but you couldn’t help but think that jungkook was falling out of love with her and falling in love with hyejin instead.

three weeks came by in a flash, and it’s been so awkward and awfully quiet and way too peaceful. the only sounds that you heard in your apartment was the rain, the sizzling, footsteps, music and typing away on keyboards. you and jungkook have barely spoken since he’s with hyejin all the time.

it broke your heart even more, sometimes he even showed his cute bunny smile to her and you couldn’t help but feel: heartbroken, mad, upset and jealous. you still trusted him, so much. but something you were scared of was them kissing.

and much to your luck, you found their next article with the headlines of: “jungkook and model girlfriend hyejin finally kiss!” which made you sick, resulting you in crying and locking yourself in the bedroom. you just wanted to hit him and say so many things you know he would hate to hear.

he came back to your apartment, greeting you as he sat down on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

“jungkook..” you spoke up. it felt like you haven’t talked in a decade.

“yeah?” he says, “what’s up, love?”

you hated him. for calling you his favourite nicknames to call you when you were hurting.

“we should.. break up..”

“wait what?” jungkook takes his eyes off his phone and stares at you, avoiding your glossy eyes. “baby-”

“don’t call me that.. please,” you whimper, “it’s making it harder.. but jungkook.. it’s clear that you’re falling out of love with me. and i know that. you’re looking at hyejin the same way you look at me. i know i sound so jealous, but it’s true. i never thought i’d say this to you. but it looks like you clearly love her more than me, despite what you say..”

“hear me out, y/n..” jungkook fiddled with his fingers, “i really love you, i do. i promise y/n. i love you only, and not hyejin..”

“jungkook, please, stop..” you said, “if you really want to stay with me, your only choice is me or her.”

“tell me jungkook,” you were beginning to get impatient, “me or hyejin? tell your manager the choice.”

his decision could really change him.

“y/n.. please..” jungkook closed his eyes, “i-”

the door suddenly opened, revealing a confused hyejin. “hey, jungkook, our date is still on, right?”

jungkook gulped. 

“you know what,” you sighed, “honestly, i hate you, jungkook. so much. you’re breaking my heart.” you felt tears well up in your eyes, “goodbye. it was nice knowing you.”

jungkook has never felt so heartbroken before. “y/n.. please..” but you were gone.

Good Girl Ch 25:  Lets Get Cooking (M)

“For some reason I feel more jealous now than when Xiumin got her virginity.” Kris’s grumbling wakes me up but I don’t move. Jihyo’s head is still buried in my chest, our legs are tangled together, our bodies fully held together, something I’m unaccustomed to.

Baekhyun joins in on the complaining, “That should be me snuggled up next to her.”

“Lets wake them up so we can get this girl out of our baby’s bed and out of our house. I don’t like not being able to talk naturally with Joo when others are around.” Kyungsoo adds.

“Please be my guest,” Suho scoffs, “Do you think Joo is going to let us kick the girl out, just like that?”

Lay is always the voice of reason, “Maybe we should leave them be a little longer, let them wake up on their own. Joo maybe use to us waking her up but the girl might freak out.”

“I’m not going anywhere, this girl could get a little too frisky with our baby.” Luhan sounds a little more aggressive than normal.

“To be completely honest, I’m really turned on by this. Do you think they would make out?” Sehun earns himself a smack to the head.

“If wanted a show, all you had to was ask,” Jihyo teases as she places a few kisses on my collarbone.

“Jihyo-ya,” I whine trying to push the girl away with no luck as she continues her chaste kisses.

“This needs to stop,” Xiumin growls, tearing me out of my bed and out of Jihyo’s embrace.

“Ya! Give me my Joo-ya back!” Jihyo pouts, snapping up, not caring that she’s only in her underwear. Xiumin glares down at her, to my surprise her bitch face falters, but only for a second.

“Get dressed and get out,” Xiumin demands.

“I don’t like that one,” I give her a teasing look remembering what we discussed last night.

I bust out laughing at her, Xiumin does not look one bit amused until I pinch his cheeks and coo, “Oh, come on Kitty oppa.” Watching the cute man’s angry face flush is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.

“Joo-ya,” Jihyo whines bringing my attention back to her. “Can you make me your famous breakfast rice? I haven’t had it in forever.” I grin big at the idea, dropping to the ground I grab the girl’s hand and drag her out of the room, the idea of clothes, completely forgotten.

Lay is chasing after us with two over sized shirts in his hands as we giggle like school girls all the way to the kitchen. I sit her down on one of the stools before digging around the kitchen for all the things I need to cook a meal for 14 people. My daddies come into us still giggling and discussing how pretty the kitchen is.

“Baby,” Kyungsoo warns when he sees me reaching for the knifes. Giving him a small smile I grab the smallest one to cut the vegetables into small chunks.

“I’ll be careful.” I promise.

“Joonie told me about how you aren’t allowed to cook,” Jihyo eyes Kyungsoo up, “I’m guessing it’s this guy’s fault.”

“It was more of a group decision,” I answer for them.

“If you are going to be cooking you are going to need this,” Luhan grabs me an apron and helps me put it on. Chen does his usual thing by coming up next to tie my hair into a little top knot.

Jihyo chuckles, “Wow, such service.”

“Here Jihyo-ssi,” Lay comes to her offering one of my shirts that she happily accepts.

“So I finally get to meet all of you,” Jihyo scans the men surrounding the kitchen. “Wow, you all are really hot.”

“I have always been wondering what kind of friend our baby would have,” Luhan narrows his eyes on her, “you are not what I was expecting.”

“Should I be insulted by that?” Jihyo lifts a brow at me.

I glare at my daddies bravely, “They would never insult you. They know too well on how I feel about people being rude to my Jihyo, don’t you guys?”

“I like her,” Lay takes the seat next to her.

“Lay hyung, you like everything,” Sehun grumbles still glaring at the girl.

Lay does his weird little switch, he gives the younger a scary look, “I like anyone who can make our Jooyoung so happy.”

“Can I please help you?” Kyungsoo grumbles as he hovers around me, watching with such intensity.

“No, I’m going to cook by myself.”

“Let the boy help,” Chen encourages me, but I still shake my head. “He looks like he’s going to have a panic attack.” Looking up at Soo I understand Chen’s worry, Soo has his hands up ready to rip the knife out of my hand, his fist clenching and unclenching at any movement I make.

“She has always preferred cooking by herself,” Jihyo informs them. “I’m surprised she can cook with everyone watching.”

“Are we making you nervous?” Chen asks obviously being the nervous one here.

I shrug, “Not really.”

Jihyo whistles, “That’s impressive. You guys must be really comfortable with each other. For a while I was the only one she would cook in front of until I introduced her to the boys. Jin loves cooking too so they started cooking together when ever we hung out.” I glance up at Jihyo to see her smiling softly at me, I can tell she’s happy that I have more people I’m comfortable with.

“Do you cook Jihyo-ssi?” Lay wonders.

She shakes her head, “I can burn water. Which is why Joo had to become such a wonderful cook.”

I scoff remembering our middles school years, “You had a house full of servants yet you made me cook for you.”

“That’s because your cooking has more heart. Plus you cooked great for yourself at home too without proper ingredients, I just wanted to see how much better it would get if you had good food. Not the tiny scraps that your family left for you.” That makes me glare at her, her words don’t bother me, I know my family has issues and I’ve accepted that, it’s just that fact that she said it in front of my daddies. I pray that they didn’t hear but I can tell from the way they tense they did.

“The scraps they left you?” Chanyeol almost snarls.

Jihyo and I share a knowing look that trouble is about to bust out, I struggle to find the right words to explain it. “When I was younger I was really picky to the point I only really ate rice but that irritated my father for some reason. He made a rule that I could only sit at the table with them if I would eat all of my food and of course as a child I was stupid and put up a fight. He didn’t like that I was disrespecting him, how could I deny the food he so graciously offered. So he decided to just make it a rule that I was not allowed at the table with them at all. It’s fine, it taught me how to cook for myself.” I try to smile through the sting I still feel for that fight. “It makes sense though, to teach your children that they won’t always like what they get, I try to understand it better now.”

Of course, they couldn’t just leave it at that, someone has to question the story more, “How old were you?”

“Six,” Jihyo answers for me. We weren’t even friends when this first happened but Jihyo is still angry about it as if it happened yesterday. She has never liked my family and the way they treat me.

“Six?” Kyungsoo snaps. “They stopped feeding you because you were picky at six? How did you even cook let alone feed yourself?”

“Pushed a chair in front of the stove when no one was home or when my dad was sleeping.”

I avoid looking up at them as I continue cooking, knowing the anger on every face, including Jihyo. I try to avoid thinking about my family, I’m much happier here where if I was gone for even an hour someone freak out, compared to me being gone for a week and a half before I even get a call asking where I am. Like I said, they don’t treat me bad, just as if I don’t exist. Pushing that thought away I want to cry when I see the heart breaking look in Lay’s eyes as he stares at me.

“Can you all please go wait in the dinning room?” I ask sweetly but they can all hear the demand. To be honest, I don’t expect them to listen but they all huff before shuffling into the dinning room in a line. When they are gone Jihyo whistles, her eyes still on the door.

“Those are some protective boys you got there,” She nibbles on her lip.

“They are a lot like you in that area.”

She nods looking back to me, “I know, I can tell from the killer look in their eyes. Makes me think of when your sister locked you out and told your mom you ran away and I went in there screaming at that lying bitch.”

“Can we stop talking about them? My oppas get really upset when I mention anything related to my family.”

“Probably because your family are assholes, every story about them I know is them being assholes to you. I get upset when I think of your family and I know all of the things they did to you growing up. You basically raised yourself.”

“Jihyo, please,” I beg.

She sighs, “Fine. Is it done?”

I continue mixing the blend of rice, beef, and vegetables making sure it’s completely cooked before nodding. Glancing in the direction of the dinning room, I see that none of my daddies can see as I climb on to the counter for some bowls, something that could end with me getting in trouble. Quickly, I wave a confused Jihyo over to help carry the 14 bowls needed, with my hands full I jump down as quietly as possible but nothing can get past my daddies.

“Baby,” Kyungsoo calls.

“Yes?” I say back in a small voice.

“Do you need help with anything?”

“Nope, we’ll be in there in a few more minutes,” I dish up the rice mix as quick as possible without throwing it all over the floor. Jihyo helps me carry the food into the dinning room, placing a bowl in front of each man. When everyone has food Jihyo and I sit down together with Kris on my left and Lay on the other side of Jihyo.

“Thank you so much!” She beams at me. An echo of thanks comes from the men around the table who begin digging in. This whole time I’m expecting someone to say something to insult someone but to my surprise the conversation doesn’t go that way.

“You are a good cook,” Baekhyun compliments with an affectionate smile.

“She’s the best cook,” Jihyo corrects. “I’ve missed your cooking. I wish you could come over more.”

Before I even have the chance to think of a response Kai snaps back, “That will not be happening,”

“Oppa,” I start but he immediately cuts me off.

“Don’t even think about questioning me right now Baby,” Anger is bright in his eyes whether it’s from last night or brought up from our last conversation I am not sure. “Every time you hang out with this girl something bad happens. You almost got shot, you guys got arrested, and who knows all the other bad situations she’s pulled you into.”

“Kai please, can we talk about this later?” I groan.

“It’s okay Joo,” Jihyo places a hand on my thigh. She scans each mans face, taking in the anger from last night, the jealousy from the morning, and the sadness from our conversation in the kitchen. “I know you guys don’t like me very much because of my bad habit of getting our Joo into bad situations but you should remember something before you guys try to completely cut us off. I’ve known her since we were seven. We’ve had countless sleepovers, shared so many secrets, and had so many conversations that we know each other better than we know ourselves. We are connected. Our friendship won’t just disappear because you don’t like me.”

I know she is trying to help but her words only annoy Kai more. Kai stands up, walks around the table, and pulls me out of my seat and down the hall. Much to Jihyo’s dismay I give her a look before I’m out of her sight, making sure she doesn’t follow. We turn a few times before he slams me up against the wall in one of the random halls. I hold my breath as he glares down at me, my hands are held above my head.

“Baby,” His voice is husky, filled with jealousy and lust. Some how that one word sets my blood on fire, I’m staring up at him with my bottom lip between my teeth, my eyes are open wide, trying to appear innocent.

“Yes Daddy,” I coo, wiggling my arms out of his grip to wrap them around his neck, pulling the tall man closer.

His hands find my hips, “Stop being cute, I’m mad.”

“You’re jealous,” I correct, pecking his lips softly.

“Of that girl in there?” Kai scoffs. “I’m annoyed that she seems to think she can touch you where ever and whenever she wants. She thinks you guys are connected,” He spits the last word out like poison.

“Because we are,” I don’t butter it up for him. “She has been there for me for almost ten years. She took me in when I would get kicked out by my sisters. She would feed me when I was hungry. She brought me to you guys. She saved me. She has done so much for me, we are connected.”

He huffs, his eyes are fixed on my face, “I still don’t like her. But you are right, she brought you to us, so we owe her something. But right now, I’m irritated and jealous that I haven’t been able to touch you this morning.” With that he leans closer, catching my lips in a hungry kiss. My fingers tangle in his blonde locks, pulling him closer as our tongues battle for dominance. A battle he ultimately wins, as always, when he starts grinding his hips against mine.

“We can’t right now,” I manage to breath out in between our kisses.

“Why not?” He whispers against my lips, “Afraid of that little girl finding you being fucked up against the wall?”

A blush spreads across my face, I push him away, “Daddy.”

He growls coming closer again, “Give me two minutes.”

“Two minutes?”

He nods placing his lips on mine again. I should say no, I should push him away for being so rude to Jihyo, but I can’t. Not when he’s looking at me with such loving eyes, he kisses me slowly, letting his tongue reach every centimeter of my cavern, his hands gripping my hips tighter when he starts moving his again.

“You’re done,” I moan, pushing him away, trying my best to ignore the aching I now feel between my legs.

“We are not done,” He gives me one of his sexy smirks, “You’re mine tonight. You are so luck we don’t have school tomorrow because you are not going to be able to walk.” It’s not the first time I’ve heard those words and I can’t help but blush at the truth in them. He steps away from me, offering me a hand he leads me back to the now empty dinning room.

“Lay and Chen walked her back to Joo’s room,” Tao explains coming out of the living room. “They volunteered to take her home.”

“I want to go,” I pout.

“Oh no, you are in a lot of trouble. Speaking of which,” He glances in the direction of the kitchen before leaning in closer, “You are really in the dog house with a certain hyung.” As if he knew, Kyungsoo comes into the dinning room to finish clearing the last of the plates, not even giving me a glance. He disappears into the kitchen with the bowls in his hands, a scowl on his handsome face.

I groan, “I’m on everyone’s bad side today.”

Tao chuckles pulling me in for a tight hug, placing a soft kiss on the top of my head, “You gave us a heart attack. We are just trying to calm down from the fact that you being in the police station gave us such scary feeling.” I just nod, internally debating on the meaning of is words. We’re they worried about why I was arrested or because I could have spilled the beans on what is going on here? He doesn’t give me much time to think about it before pushing me in the direction of the kitchen. “Go make up with him. He doesn’t cook good when he’s crabby.”

Sighing I step into the beautiful kitchen to see Soo at the sink washing the dishes. Approaching him slowly is the best option I can think of, that is until I’m half way to him and he turns around, completely unamused by my sneaking. With his glare on me I straighten, preparing for a scolding or at least some words from the heart shaped mouth of his but nothing comes. He turns around to continue his dishes, something that shouldn’t annoy me, but still does. I take the last few steps to him, wrapping my arms around his waist for a firm back hug.

“I’m doing the dishes,” His voice is like ice.

“I’m trying to give you my love,” I tease back, hoping to crack the coldness around him. When he says nothing I leave a few kisses on the back of his neck, a shiver runs threw his body.

“I’m upset with you baby.” He continues his motions.

“So I’ve heard, what are you upset about? The getting arrested? Jihyo touching me?”

“Did you cry?” He asks softly.


“When your dad told you that you couldn’t eat with them anymore, did you cry?”

“No,” I sigh, “I was happier eating alone. No one was there to make comments on my thinning face and body. They couldn’t tell me how ungrateful I was. It was when I first started to realize that I don’t need them and that made me feel strangely peaceful.” He doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, I feel like he’s still upset with me.

“You are a very good cook,” He finally says.

I smile, “That’s such a big compliment coming from a cook like yourself.”

He hums in response. There is another moment of silence before he says, “Where did you learn to make that?”

I hesitate answering, afraid to make him upset again. When I don’t answer he stops doing the dishes, turns around in my arms to look at me. His eyes are concerned as if he knows, “When there was nothing else to eat I would take the leftover rice and the few things I could find around the kitchen and make something like that. It just happened to become one of my favorite things to eat growing up.”

“I’m going to be heading out,” Jihyo busts into the kitchen, dressed in her outfit from last night. I let go of Soo to hug my friend goodbye.

“I’ll see you at school,” I say as we hold each other.

“Call me if you need anything, like an escape route or fake passport,” She teases, ignoring the daggers Soo and even Lay and Chen are giving her.

“Stop saying things like that, you are going to give them a heart attack.” With one more tight squeeze we release each other, both Lay and Chen kiss the top of my head before leading her out. Soo’s arms are around me in a second, he lifts me up on to the counter, his hips are in between my legs.

“I’m sorry you had to do that,” He whispers as he leaves soft kisses across my collarbone. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you, to take care of you.”

Cupping his face I bring his lips to mine, kissing him softly, “You are doing a wonderful job now.” His hands slip underneath the t-shirt I’m wearing, his hands are hot against my skin. I don’t have the shirt on a moment later, either does he a second after. Our lips join together again, moving slowly, enjoying the taste of the other. I can’t help but nibble on his bottom lip, earning me a small moan from the boy. With his hands on my hips again he pulls me closer so I can feel the length growing in his pants. My arms around his neck, deepening the kiss and pulling him closer, not wanting there to be any space in between us.

“I’m going to be a little rough, okay?” He warns me between kisses.

I chuckle at his cuteness, “Go right a head.” With my permission he unzips his pants and takes out his already very hard manhood. My brows go up, “I didn’t think our conversation was something that could get you like this.”

“All I can think about is how much I want take care of you, to make you happy, to make you feel good.” His hot kisses start at my shoulder, leaving small red marks in his wake. A little moan leaves my lips, how can such little kisses set my insides on fire, it feels so unfair that he can do this to me. I’m too distracted by the kisses to stop him pulling my panties to the side until he slams himself in me, balls deep.

It’s not a little moan the slips threw my lips, instead, a very loud, “Fuck!”

“Oh baby such a dirty mouth,” He chuckles, pressing those heart shaped lips to mine.

“I already know Lulu is going to scold me, I don’t want to hear it from you too,” I groan out, trying relaxing myself with his massive length in me. Thank god he gives me a minute or two to adjust to his size before he begins moving. Even then the strokes are slow and teasing, like it always is with Soo. Him, Suho, and Chen are all the gentle type regardless of how many times I slept with them, the others enjoy both gentle and rough. “What happened to being rough?” I tease as I buck my hips for some more friction. He slams into me, another line of swear words fly out of my mouth.

He says nothing, only groans when he picks up the pace, fucking me for all he’s worth. His face is in the crook of my neck, his hands are gripping my hips so tight there will be bruises, not that I mind. My walls are clenching tightly around him as the knot in my stomach curls tighter and tighter. Just as I’m about to find my release he stops, I open my mouth to complain but he pulls himself out completely before pulling me off the counter and bending me over the island. I claw at the granite when he slams back in me.

“Daddy,” I whine softly when he doesn’t being pumping, just buries himself in me.

“What baby?” He teases.

“Please,” I try to beg but he quickly pulls out and slams back into me before I can get the words out, only moans escape my mouth.

“Please what baby?”

“Faster,” Is all I’m able to get before he does it again. “God damn!”

“Wrong name baby,” I can hear the grin in his voice.

“Kyungsoo,” I moan softly.

“Yes my beautiful baby?”

I beg, “Please go faster.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” He kisses my shoulder before pounding in again like before, filling me so good.

“I’m so close,” I whisper, my hands try to hold on to anything as the pressure in my center continues to build.

His pumps become more erratic, he leans forward and whispers in my ear. “Come for me baby.”

The next few chapters are for her birthday so I’ll upload all of those tomorrow night! Hope you all have a good night! Enjoy!

Park // Colby Brock

Prompt: Im too lazy for one …. :)

Warning: Swearing, cuteness

A/N: Please leave requests :)


She was so gorgeous. Here I am laying next to literally the perfect girl and I dont even have the balls to ask her out. She was totally my type and literally everything about her is just so perfect.

She’s gorgeous, sarcastic, funny, and so many other things. Nothing can describe how perfect she is. I was supposed to film with Sam but I forgot and I’m guessing he did too. He also I guess rescheduled the midnight game for another night.

I sighed and stood off the couch and turned off the TV. I picked up Y/N bridal style and carried her to her room.



I rubbed my tired eyes and sat up looking around my room. I stood up from my warm bed and dragged myself down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Good morning sunshine.” Sam looked up from his phone. He was sat at the kitchen counter as Colby was looking around in the fridge.

“Morning Sam.” I rubbed my eyes once again. “Where is everyone else?”

“Work and other things.” Colby answered but didn’t bother to look at me as he grabbed a gallon of milk from the fridge. “The normal thing that adults do you knoww.”

“Oh.” I replied simply. “Is there any coffee?”

“Uh yeah Elton just made a fresh pot, it’s over there.” Sam pointed in the direction of it.

I poured myself a mug of hot black coffee and took a sip. “You don’t add sugar or anything?” Colby asked with a look of disgust on his beautiful face.

“Nope.” I shake my head and sat in the seat across from him.

“I am going to Kat’s today and Colby is going where ever he’s going, are you okay with being here alone for awhile?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, of course.” I nodded and took another sip of the warm beverage.

“Okay. Elton is probably staying at Amanda’s and I doubt Corey will be home until late tonight so you’ll have the house to yourself.”

“That’s great, I get to binge watch some shows.” I grin but really I just wanted to be alone do I could cry. Something I haven’t done in a little while

“By some shows do you mean Teen Wolf perchance?” Colby asked and I nodded.

“I was planning on watching American Horror Story.” I said. “But Teen Wolf seems morr appealing.”

“Okay well, we’ll seen you later.” Sam said and Colby kissed the top of my head before following Sam out.

“Yep.” I nod. “See ya. Have fun at Kat’s and you too with whatever you’re gonna be doing Colby.

“He’s probably gonna masturbate all day.” Sam said and my nose scrunched up in disgust.

“That’s gross, Sam.” I cringed.

“Very. But also a little true” Colby agrees.


Sam and Colby left about an hour ago and I was all ready to just lay on the couch and watch Teen Wolf but my phone rang.

(Italics: Gwen / Bold: Colby)



What do you want, Colb?

Why so grumpy?

I was ready to watch a show but you interrupted me.

Well, I’m bored and have nothing else to do or go alone soooooo come onnn

Fine, are you picking me up?

Yeah. Be there in an hour.



I hung up and jumped off the couch. I ran up the stairs and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair.

I put on my normal makeup and some red lipstick then grabbed a fast outfit. {Above} I left my hair down in its natural waves and headed down the stairs. I still had about 30 minutes until he got here.

I’m here. I looked at the text and smiled. I grabbed my purse off the couch and walked out the door. I opened the passenger door and slid in.

“So, what are we doing?” I asked as I buckled my seatbelt.

“I was thinking maybe we can just go to a park or something. I haven’t been to one in awhile.

“Okay.” I nod and he drives away and off to the park.


“This is gorgeous.” I say in awe as I look around the park. There was a huge gorgeous lake next to it as well.

“I know I love it here.” Colby smiled and dragged me over to the swings.

I threw my flannel onto the ground and sat on the swing. “Can you push me?” I turned to Colby and he nodded and began to push me softly.

Soon I was pretty high and the wind was blowing my long hair around.

“So Y/N, tell me about yourself.” Colby continued to pump his legs but looked at me with his beautiful eyes. You and Colby had only started talking like this about a week ago and it was great.

“What do you want to know?” I asked and turned my head towards him.

“mmmm favorite things, passions, everything.” He smiled at me.

“Uhm I really like to read, I love music, one of my passions is most definitely acting or singing. I used to do a lot of plays in high school and I loved it.” I say. “Oh and my favorite color is probably black or navy blue.”

“You like to act?” He asked.

“Yeah uh, I like to pretend to be someone I’m not because it makes me forget how shitty my life is and I can live in the persons life that I am acting as.” I say.

He hummed in response and rubbed his chin. “What?” I ask as I noticed the weird look he was giving me.

“Oh nothing.” He smirked and jumped off the swing.

I watched as he pulled out his phone and began taking photos of me. I squealed and cover my face and I jumped off the swing and crashed into him.

His phone fell and so did we. “Well that was fun.” I laughed and looked down at Colby who was under me.

“If you call breaking every bone in my body fun.” He groaned and I Laughed, standing up and putting my hands out to help him up.


About an hour passed and Colby had already hurt himself about 5 times. I loved watching him fall off of everything around him.

“Shit.” I heard and turned to see Colby on the mulch. I laughed and held my hand out to help pull him back onto the play set.

“Alright I think we both have enough scrapes. Let’s go home now.” I said and he groaned, shaking my hand up and down since he never let it go when I helped him.

“Nooooo.” He whined.

“Yes come on.” I intertwined our fingers and dragged him to the car.

He groaned the whole way but once we got to the car we let go and got in. The whole way home we listened to music and danced.

Being with Colby made everything better. He was the one thing that could get my mind off of my dead family. I looked over and him and smiled to myself.

When we got home Elton fired questions at us, well mainly me.

“Where were you?” “Why didnt you guys call?” “I thought you were kidnapped since I know you dont leave the house alone.”

“Elton I’m fine, I was with Colby all day.” I assured him.

“Jesus did you guys beat each other up? You’re all covered in bruises.” Elton examined my legs. I looked down and back up.

“Yeah Colby likes to beat me.” I smirked and Colby started explaining what actually happened.

Elton nodded and I started up the stairs. “Wait Y/N. Do you want to film a video?” Elton stopped me.

“What kind of video?”

“We’re gonna go to suicide bridge. You down?”

“Yeah I guess.” I shrugged and went upstairs so I could shower and change.

When I was finished getting ready {outfit above} in warm clothes since I knew I’d get extremely cold later tonight I went and laid on Colby’s bed, waiting for him to shower.



I got out of the shower and walked yo my room with the towel on my waist. When I entered I saw Y/N curled in a ball. She must’ve fallen asleep waiting for me.

I smiled at her and quickly got dressed while she slept. “Wake up!” I yelled and jumped on her when I was fully dressed.

She screamed and kicked up, hitting me in the balls. I doubled over and fell on the floor in pain. “Shit Colby I’m so sorry!” She said and fell on the ground next to me.

“Kiss it and make it feel better?” I said with my eyes still squeezed shut.

“You wish.” She said and kissed my cheek instead of my balls.

“Yes I do wish.” I winked in pain.

“shut up.” She laughed and waited.

When my balls finally felt like they weren’t in my stomach she helped me up and dragged me down the stairs and to where Elton and everyone me as waiting for us.

“Were you guys fucking? We heard loud noises.” Sam smirked.

Gwen’s nose scrunched up in disgust and she shook her head. “I fell asleep waiting for him and he jumped on me and scared me so I accidentally kneed him in the balls.”

“Yeah accidentally.” I joked and rolled my eyes playfully.

“I can do it again if you’d like.”

“No please.” I put my hands over my jeans to protect me against any sudden blows.

“Alright you guys ready?” Elton asked as he picked up his camera. The room filled with “yes” and we all walked out to Elton’s car.


Once we got there Elton sat up his camera and we filmed the intro. While we filmed the into Y/N stood between me and Sam with her head down.

Y/N held onto the Ouija board with one hand and the other was laced with mine. Her hand was cold and she was shaking. I didn’t know if it was from fright or she was just cold but either way I held her close to me.

This was our third time being here and I felt as though out of us all Corey and Y/N would be the most scared.

“I know we’re descending into hell right now but 30,000 likes and Y/N and Colby will kiss” Elton smirked behind the camera.

“No we won’t.” Y/N denied and flipped Elton off. I wouldn’t mind kissing her but I also didnt want that to be our first kiss.

On the way down we saw a car and heard a few things. Y/N held onto me tightly but didn’t say she was scared to anyone. The last thing she said since the camera came out was her telling Elton no about the kissing thing.

“Ouch!” I heard Y/N screeched and I turned to her with concern. There was a cut in the middle of her hand and it was bleeding.

“Shit Y/N what happened?” Elton rushed over to her.

“I’m not sure.” She said snd showed the camera her hand. “Damn that hurt.” she laughed it off.

“Alright well if you’re okay then let’s get to our spot.” she nodded and we all continued our way.



We played the Ouija board and after a few questions we got to one asking if we were gonna die tonight.

“Fuck.” I groaned as I felt something go down my face and onto my lip. I was behind Elton since I didnt wanna play. I looked up and seen that Sam’s nose was bleeding.

“Guys?” I asked and they all turned to me. Elton’s flashlight went onto me and I wiped my nose and there was blood on my fingers.

“What the hell!” Colby rushed over to me and looked at my nose. “What happened?”

Everyone was freaking out and I was pretty calm, even though my nose was all bloody. Sam was pretty calm as well. Elton handed me something and I cleaned myself up.

After awhile of them freaking out and playing the game we all decided we would go to sleep. It was Amanda next to Elton and then Sam then Corey.

I sat up with Colby since I knew I wouldn’t sleep. I never sleep.

Colby soon passed out and I just stood on the wall with my head against it and eyes closed.

“What the fuck!” Corey shot up and was yelling over and over. We all looked at him with confusion as he explained that someone pulled his blanket.

“Guys can we leave?” I asked and grabbed Colby’s hand for protection. He held me close and looked at Elton asking if we could leave.

They all nodded and got the equipment and began running. We finally got to the top and made out way to the car. Once we got there we did the outro and went on our way home.


Reid x Reader

Ten days he’d been in intensive care and ten days you’d been by his side.

He was breathing by himself now at least, although his injuries were still incredibly severe. The combination of pain killers he was on meant that he was doped up to the eyeballs and asleep for the majority of the time. But at least he’d woken up. It had taken five whole days but he’d woken up. That was something.

You’d been at headquarters helping Penelope when the call had come in from Emily. Spencer, your colleague and boyfriend of two years… fiance really, had been shot. It had been a routine house call looking for witnesses, but they’d stumbled upon a drug den quite accidentally. Emily had been injured as well, but she was up and had been discharged. Spencer had taken the worst of it. You didn’t even listen as they listed his injuries, all you wanted was to see him. And when they’d finally let you into his room after a four hour agonising wait whilst he underwent life saving surgery, you’d been shocked. He was unconscious, looking pale and fragile in a hospital bed, tubes and IV’s streaming from his body and a breathing tube in his throat.

You’d fallen to the floor and both Derek and Aaron had needed to drag you out of the room, you clinging to your supervisor as you sobbed.

When you finally managed to compose yourself you’d been allowed back in and had taken up residence by his bed side, not moving for the next ten days.

The nurses were kind and compassionate towards you and the team kept you well supplied with clean clothes so you didn’t have to leave. You slept on a tiny cot the nurses had found and showered in the small bathroom available for families with members in critical conditions. The team took it in turns to sit with you, trying to keep you company and bringing you Spencer’s favourite books for you to read aloud to him. He may be unconscious but numerous studies had shown that he’d still be able to hear you, Spencer himself would tell you that if he’d been awake.

After five days he’d stirred and your heart had lifted. He’d coughed and spluttered as the Doctor had removed the tube from his throat, pleased that he was able to breathe by himself. Spencer had croaked out an “I love you” and had fallen quickly asleep again.

Since then he’d been in out of consciousness, holding lucid conversations with you one moment, and slurring from the morphine the next. He hated being drugged, but he had very little choice given the state he was in.

He’d had to be rushed back into surgery once more two days ago. A piece of bullet that hadn’t been removed had shifted inside of him, causing internal bleeding and a build up of fluid in his abdomen. Since then he’d been back on oxygen. Not a tube down his throat this time, just a mask. But it was scary enough.

You hated this. This wasn’t meant to happen.


Ten days he’d been in this bed he’d been told. Ten days. Sometimes he was in pain, sometimes it was like he was floating on a white fluffy cloud.

There were times when it seemed like he was looking down at his body, looking at the beautiful girl who hadn’t left his bedside for ten days. The girl who he’d asked to marry him only two months before.

Spencer loved her so much, and her pleas for him to keep holding on were all that was keeping him here, making him fight. His body was weary though. So weary and tired. During the moments he was awake he relished the feeling of her hand on his, the touch of her soft lips on his forehead. When he was asleep he could still hear her, reading his favourite stories that he knew off by heart, her voice soothing him. She was everything to him.

Yet… He knew. Somehow, he knew.

She wouldn’t leave him though, he’d heard the team, his amazing teammates that he loved and adored, they’d all begged her to go home and get some proper rest. But she wouldn’t leave. Sometimes in the night he’d wake up and see her curled into her a ball on the cot in the corner of the room. Oh, how he longed to crawl next to her and to wrap his arms around her and never let her go.

She was dozing now, her head on the hospital bed next to his hand. His best friend Morgan was sat by his bed, keeping her company.

Derek glanced over, seeing he was awake.

“Hey buddy,” he scooted his chair closer to the bed.

“What time is it?” Spencer couldn’t see the clock on the wall. He didn’t have his glasses and his contacts had been removed days ago.

“It’s about 11pm. I came after work, hoping I could convince Y/N to go home. She’s not having it though.”

She needed to leave. Spencer needed her to leave. He was so tired, in so much pain.

But he couldn’t.

“Derek, if anything happens to me here, you’ll take care of her won’t you? You’ll keep her safe for me?”

Morgan noticed the urgency in his friends voice and reached out and patted his hand.

“Course I will Kid. But nothing’s gonna happen. The doctor’s have got you covered.”

Spence gave a weak smile, “Will you wake her up. I’m going to try to get her to go home. Will you… will you stay with her if she goes?”

“Sure thing, Reid,” Derek stood and walked around to where Y/N was sleeping, nudging her gently.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty. Lover boy is awake. He wants to talk.”

She rubbed her eyes, raising her head from the hospital bed and immediately taking Spencer’s hand, not noticing how cold it felt.

Derek sensed that Reid wanted to be alone with her and left the room, hovering outside the door.

“Hey,” Y/N smiled her beautiful smile at him. A smile he’d take with him. Even in her sleep deprived state she was still the most amazingly beautiful creature he’d ever seen.

“Hey… Y/N, I need you to go home,” his voice was clearer than it had been before, had more power and strength behind it.

She shook her head, just like he knew she would.

“Please Baby… You’re so tired and it hurts me to see you like this. You need a good nights sleep. You need your strength to look after me. For when I come home.”

He gave her hand a squeeze, not letting the effort it took for him to do that small motion show on his face.

“I don’t wanna leave you alone. What if….?”

“Nothing’s going to happen. I feel much stronger today, I’m not in as much pain, I think I’m starting to heal. And I’m surrounded by doctors. Do you think they’d let anything happen after all the effort they’ve put in? I’m fine. In a few weeks, I’ll be home and in a few months, this will be a distant memory. I promise.”

The Bureau had taught him to lie and he hated how easily the words were slipping from his mouth.

She studied his face. His voice did sound stronger and he wasn’t slurring. She glanced at the machines by his bed. She’d learnt to read the vitals that were displayed over the ten days she’d been here, and they seemed stronger than ever. Maybe… Maybe he was right.

Spencer could see her wavering. “Please. Go home. Derek will go with you. Get a good night’s rest in our bed and have a nice hot bath. When you come back tomorrow I want to see you fully rested. Okay? Please…”

She stood from her chair, leaning over the bed and pressing her lips to his dry chapped ones.

“Are you sure?” she asked quietly.

“Yes. You need to sleep properly, I’ll be fine.”

She kissed him again, whispering “I love you” to him.

He repeated the words to her, savouring the look on her face as he said them.

“I’ll be back tomorrow, bright and early. I love you.”

“I love you too. Now go!” he feigned a chuckle, trying not to cough. His chest felt suddenly heavier, like it was drowning in fluid.

She grinned and picked up her bag, exiting the room.

The next time Spencer saw her, she was asleep in their bed. Her hair had fallen over her face and she was clutching his purple scarf that he loved so much.

Softly, I will leave you softly
For my heart would break
If you should wake and see me go
So I leave you softly, long before you miss me

He hated himself for lying to her, but he needed her to leave. If he heard her beg and plead with him again, he wouldn’t be able to stand it. And he just hurt so much, he couldn’t take the pain anymore. He just wanted it to end.

Long before your arms can beg me stay
For one more hour or one more day
After all the years, I can’t bear the tears to fall
So, softly as I leave you there

He reached his hand out, brushing her hair back and watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. She’d be okay. They’d take care of her. Derek had promised and he knew the others would make sure she was cared for.

The few years they’d had together had been the best of his life. He’d been lucky to have had those few with her. Never in a million years would he have ever expected to have shared the joy and love that he had with her. He’d take those few years, it was more than a lot of people had.

He sat and watched her, running his hand along her arm and seeing her shiver and pull it under the covers.

Softly, long before you kiss me
Long before your arms can beg me stay
For one more hour
Or one more day
After all the years, I can’t bear the tears to fall
So, softly as I leave you there

He heard the faint ringing of a phone down stairs, Morgan’s cell.

He needed to go. He moved away from the bed, to the corner of the room as he heard a loud “NO!” from downstairs, followed by the sound of footsteps charging up the stairs.

Derek flung the door open and Y/N awoke instantly, turning to look at him.

Her face crumpled immediately, she knew. Derek didn’t need to tell her. “No no no no no. Oh god no.”

Derek crawled onto the bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her and she repeated the words over and over, tears spilling free from the both of them.

Spencer watched, his still heart breaking. This was why he’d needed her to leave. He couldn’t leave with her in the room. She’d never let him.

As I leave I you there
As I leave I you there

Eccedentesiast (Part II) - Steve Harrington

Originally posted by joekeerys

Part I

Word Count: 1,400 words

Trigger warning(s): N/A

Regardless of how repetitive your pride’s demands were, the coarse feather refused to cease stroking the back of your throat. You simply pressed your tongue to the roof of your mouth firmly, repulsed by the reality that although your body was vast and complex, emotions were capable of overpowering it with ease. All those cells and organs and systems, yet an intense sense of betrayal overwhelmed it rapidly — your body screamed at your pride to cry. 

When your brother’s funeral was held three years ago, you refrained from permitting your eyes to release any tears. For the remainder of the year, you’d cry whenever you were in the privacy of the bathroom at home — whether it was during a shower or a mere washing of your hands, you’d allow your body to free itself of some of its stress. You believed it was a shameful action, to cry. 

Throughout your shift, you’d been questioning the entire duration of your relationship with Steve. If he really did value you at some point, then when did he stop? Analysing memorable moments you’d shared with someone dear in this particular fashion was a rather special form of hell; when you’re attempting to pin-point exactly when your foolishness became greater than that of a child. 

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Crush Imagine (request) #38

Hey, love your crush imagines even though they will never happen to me, but I have a request. It’s really cheesy, but have y/n tell y/c she likes him, then have him not say anything, then, she leaves. But when she’s at home alone, he comes and is soaked in rain, and tells her he likes her too. I know it’s really cheesy, so you don’t have to do it, but thanks in advance!


“Should I tell him?” I asked y/f.  I’d been debating, whether or not to tell y/c about my feelings. 

“What’s the worst that could happen? He doesn’t like you back” y/f gave me a look. 

“But what if it ruins our friendship” I weighed the pros and cons. 

“If it ruins your friendship, then girl, he’s a total dick and you shouldn’t want him as a friend. I see it as a win win situation” y/f urged. “Look, are you going to the game tonight?” y/f asked.

“I don’t know. Y/C told me to go, but I have homework” I admitted. 

“Homework? That’s the lamest excuse, and besides, it’s Friday. You have the rest of the weekend for homework. Look, think about it, I’ll save you a seat there. Besides, you can tell him after the game” y/f wiggled her eyebrows. I laughed and hit her arm, walking to my next class. 


“So, are you coming?” y/c asked. I bit my lip as I pressed my phone against my ear. 

“I don’t know yet, I’ve head you guys are pretty bad” I teased. 

“Oh yeah, that would explain why we’re undefeated, we must suck. I mean me especially, I mean who knows why I start, I’m so bad” y/c sarcastically said. 

“I don’t know, I’ll see” I put on my shoes. 

“Alright, well, for what it’s worth, I’d really like to see you here” y/c said. 

“Well see y/c, we’ll see. I have to go, good luck!” I grabbed my keys and headed to my car. 

“Thanks, see ya” he hung up. I sighed and unlocked my car, started the engine, and drove to school. I was a little early, the game didn’t start for another 15 minutes, but our school tailgated everything, and the tailgate was in full swing. 

“Hey, you made it!” y/f squealed, grabbing my arm and dragging me over to one of the guys pickup trucks where a cooler of beer was. 

“What is it?” I asked. Due to a number of suspensions, we’d started pouring alcohol into water bottles, gatorade bottles, you name it and we used it as a disguise. 

“That my friend is vodka” y/g/f said, taking a sip of his drink. I shrugged and took a sip, feeling a little courageous. 

“5 minutes!” someone shouted, and suddenly everyone started packing up. Y/f and I headed to the school gym, where the boys basketball game was. Y/F and I climbed up the bleachers, getting a good seat and turned around, cheering with everyone else. They were going for another title, which was why all the basketball games were so crowded. I saw y/c warming up, dunking the basketball and damn did he look fine. Y/C looked over at the bleachers and caught my eye, waving to me. I smiled and waved back, feeling my heart flutter. 


“The score is 41-41, could this be any more of a tight game? With only 2 seconds to go (y/c/last name) dribbles to the half court and takes the shot, and makes it!” the commentator shouted, as the buzzer went off and we all jumped up, cheering and shouting as the basketball team all hugged each other. I ran down the bleachers and jumped into y/c, hugging him tightly. 

“Congratulations” I grinned. Y/c chuckled and rubbed my back, slowly letting go off me. 

“There’s a party, since you know, we won. It’d be nice if you came” y/c scratched his neck. 

“I’ll be there, just text me the address” I grinned. He nodded and was lifted up by everyone, chanting his name. I laughed and left the gym, imagining different ways to tell him I like him. Eventually y/c texted me the address for the party, and by the time I’d gotten there, I still couldn’t figure out how to tell him. Music was blasting but the time I reached the party, and people were making their way inside. I parked my car and went in, looking for y/c. 

“Y/N! Hey” y/c waved. “Do you want something to drink?” he asked. 

“Jack Daniels” I shouted, noticing a bottle of Jack Daniels out. He nodded and poured me a cup before getting up and walking over to me. 

“Come on, I think there’s a hammock around here” y/c led me outside, and indeed there was a hammock. “Hold on I’ll grab a blanket, it’s a little chilly” he set down our drinks and quickly ran back in. Y/C came back out with two blankets. He spread one across the hammock and we sat down, and then he spread the other one over us. He reached over and handed me my drink, and took a sip of his. 

“So that was quite a game” I took a sip. 

“They were good, but we were better” he winked. I rolled my eyes and shoved his shoulder. 

“I have to tell you something” I set down my cup, remembering I would have to drive home, and even though it wasn’t far, I would rather be a little buzzed than black our drunk while driving. 

“Alright, what’s up?” he put down his drink. 

“I just, I don’t want this to change things with us.You know? I like us, how we are” I rambled. 

“Y/n, what are you trying to say” y/c chuckled. 

“Right, god I’m so scared to say this but I’m just going to say it,” I turned and looked at him, “I like you. Not like oh hey we’re friends, I like you like you.” Y/C sat silently. “Y/C say something please” I bit my lip, was this a mistake? Y/C stayed silent. “Okay” I nodded and got up, quickly leaving the party, feeling tears forming. I got into my car and looked at the clock. 8PM. Who the hell leaves a party at 8PM? I shook my head and drove home, ran up to my room and shut the door, crying. A crack of thunder came from outside, shaking the house. 

“Oh great” I muttered, of course, rain, what could make this night worse? After about 20 minutes of crying, I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face.  Once I had dried my face and put on my moisturizer, I heard the doorbell ring. I crinkled my eyebrows and headed downstairs to open the door. I opened the door and there stood y/c, soaking wet head to toe. 

“Y/C what are you-” I was cut off by Y/C grabbing my waist and kissing me passionately. I felt every nerve in my lips tingle as I kissed back and ran my hands through y/c’s soaked hair. The water from his hair dripped onto me, not that it really mattered. We pulled away and I touched my lips, unsure that what just happened, had really happened or I was hallucinating. 

“You left before I could say anything. I like you too. A lot actually” he placed a hand on my cheek and traced my jaw with his thumb. “I know I should have said something, but I was so shocked” he muttered, kissing me again. I placed a hand on this chest and kissed him back. “You and me, we’re going to be good together, just you wait and see” he pecked my lips. “I’ll see you later…girlfriend” he smirked, and walked away, probably back to the party. 

Not Likely

Prompt: If you’re still doing requests can you do one with the Question and the reader is like the person who keeps the information files in order for the League; also if it’s not to much can you have the reader shy and somewhat of a sister to Bats

Requested by: ANON

    “If you’re bringing me some new, cockamainmy conspiracy theory, you need to turn around and leave right now.”

    He doesn’t take the threat seriously, then again, he never does. “Someone’s running on fumes.”

    You let out a growl, “What was the first give away, Question? The bags under my eyes, the slept in clothes, or the fact that I’m about to destroy this computer?”

    He leans against the giant computer, “None of the above. It’s your hair.”

    “My hair?”

    “Yes… it’s up in a ponytail, you never do that unless you’re stressed, or working on a challenge. I’d say this is a bit of both.”

    You take a deep breath, “Leave now before I toss hot coffee on you.”

    “That won’t happen.”

    “So sure, are you?”

    “Considering that you keep a stock at home, and call it the nectar of life, I know you wouldn’t waste a cup on me… especially when you’re three days into the hack of your life.”

    You rub your hands over your face, “What are you doing here, Vic?”

    “The bed’s been cold.”

    You look up at your boyfriend. Vic was not a sleeper. Usually he was a hundred percent after three hours, and getting him to rest was a chore within itself. However, he didn’t like sleeping alone. He blamed you, said you were too snuggly to sleep without.

    “Vic… ”

    “You need sleep.”

    You pout, “You’re one to talk.”

    “Some time away will do you some good… ”

    “The League… ”

    “Can wait eight hours.”

    You sigh before letting him pull you up out of the chair. Leaning on him, you walk down the halls towards the zeta tubes. “Who sent you? My dad or Bruce?”

    “Bruce. Mr. Pennyworth would have come up here himself and we both know it.”

    You sigh, “One of these days you’re just going to call him Alfred.”

    “Not likely.”

(Hey Anon! I feel that kidnapping within the two teams would be less of a serious situation then most fanfics claim it to be. Yes, these are a bunch of crazy, gun-waving men in the middle of nowhere… But you also have to remember, this isn’t exactly a ‘gritty, dark’ world that some people make it. Like, c’mon… NAKED SOLDIER COVERED IN HONEY! JARATE! PYRO-VISION! Nothing against the dark, gritty fanfics that make a horror-show out of scenarios like this, but it’s just now what I personally see, from the canon Valve has provided us. With that being said, here are my thoughts!)

Scout: Hurts himself waaaaaaay more then his captors do. Seriously kid, just get in the back and stop that fake-jujitsu dance your trying to do to scare us off, YOUR MAKING A SCENE. They give him back after a day of listening to this brat scream obscurities, smack-talk or just generally being a nuisance and the other team just want’s him FUCKING GONE…. Scout’s team says ‘No. Keep him.’ The opposing team is stuck with this brat for the weekend.

Engineer: Hey, get in the back.’ ‘… Okay.’ He just goes along with it, takes out his shot-gun at the next Red light, and oh, look at that! Engie is now holding the opposing team’s van for ransom, how the tables have turned!

Sniper: Makes a good effort when he’s getting shoved into the back of the truck or chloroformed, but kinda just shrugs afterwards and chills in his locked room. After his third request to use the bathroom, he’s got enough Jarate to make his escape… And also make the opposing team stink like high-hell for the next week.

Soldier: Has requested to be kidnapped, on several occasions. The other team tries to gentle guide the man back home, because they remember what happened LAST TIME, but Soldier makes it a MUCH more difficult process then it needs to be, screaming, threatening and complaining when the opposing team doesn’t make it ‘realistic’ enough. ‘C’mon you sisses, I’m getting rusty not having information beaten out of me!’ Eventually someone makes the mistake of leaving the two Soldiers alone together and…… Well. Matches are over for the week ___ Team has to rebuild their base!

Demoman: The most frequent kidnap-ee, opposing team doesn’t really ‘kidnap’ him per-say… they usually have to drag him to the car, cause his team may forget about his passed-out drunk ass at the bar, so the opposing team has to take care of the Scotsman for the night. They halfheartedly try to get info from him, but eventually just lead him to the spare-room and tuck him in, because his intelligible mumbling are hard to translate.

They wake up the next morning with the spare-room now a large, vacant, smoking hole in the side of the base. He left behind a ‘I O U’ note and some handful of scrumpy-coated bills, so the opposing team just shrugs and moves on with their day.

Medic: The two Medic’s seem to have a low-key rivalry, so most kidnappings are orchestrated by one or the other. The kidnapped Medic usually returns to respawn within a few hours, grumbling about the unfair tactics the other Medic used, ‘Bah, cheap shot! You relieved me of all my respiratory organs, what a cheap move!’ Not really concerned about it, he has more gruesome ideas up his sleeves.

Pyro: The opposing team doesn’t dare. They’d rather take Sniper, Scout and Soldier at once, then try to repeat the incident of ‘65….

Heavy: He can’t exactly fit into the truck, so the other team just let’s him be.

Spy: Happens once or twice a year… He returns back to base within the hour or two, cleaning his bloodied blade and thanking the opposing team for the ‘exercise.’ He was getting a bit rusty, but they are still all going through respawn, non?

Bring it on Home

12x19 coda. Part ½ (Cas’ POV) 1.5k. (ao3)

Cas is sitting in the Bunker’s main room, going over some of Sam’s research, when a dull clunk sounds next to him on the table. He glances over at the noise to see Dean pushing a cassette towards him.

“What’s this?” Cas asks, looking up at Dean.

Dean clears his throat, eyes darting away from Cas’, and taps two fingers on the top of the cassette, “For when you’re on the road next.”

Cas takes the cassette in his hand, examining it between his fingers.  Deans Top 13 Zepp Traxx.

“You made this for me?”

Dean’s cheeks color, but he recovers quickly, with one of those pleased-confident smiles of his. “Yep! Remember how I was talking the other day about educating you on good music? Well, Zepp’s the best so I figured this would be a good place to start.”

“Thank you, Dean, I’ll make sure to take careful notes on my opinions about each song,” Cas replies. He rubs a thumb over Dean’s handwriting on the front and smiles, slipping the tape into the pocket of his suit jacket.

Dean chuckles, awkwardly stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans, “Well, I expect a full report back.”

“I’ll make sure to call you after my first listen,” Cas replies, mouth tipping up into a smirk.

“You better.”

When Cas leaves on his quest for Kelly Kline, he heads east first, driving his rickety truck on the 36 towards Kansas City. He flicks on the local classical station until it fizzes out two hours later and he remembers the weight in his suit pocket.

Keeping one hand on the wheel, Cas digs the tape out of his pocket and pushes it into the tape deck. Dean didn’t tell him the track listing, so Cas doesn’t know for sure which songs are on here. The first song starts off with a roaring guitar and Cas has definitely heard this one before. He smiles, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat. Images filter through his mind of Dean singing at the top of his lungs, very out of tune, and slamming his hands against the steering wheel like it’s a drum set.

The first song ends and the second starts, just as fast as the first, but with a quicker beat of drums and guitars. Robert Plant sings – well Cas isn’t sure singing is the correct word, it’s more like yell-singing – about Rock N’ Roll. Cas does, however, understand the appeal to this man’s voice. It’s rough, but in a strangely enchanting and seductive way. He wonders if this, aside from the musical quality, is what drew Dean to love this band. After the first three songs, all upbeat, and obviously rock songs, the fourth slows down a bit, starting with a ballad-like guitar and a haunting whistle in the background. Ah, yes. Stairway to Heaven. It’s a beautiful song, untrue, since there is no possible way for anyone to buy a stairway to heaven, and portals are the only access to heaven now. The song may be rather romantic in its idealism, but Cas can clearly picture Sam and Dean as kids sprawled out in the backseat, listening to this song, while their father drives, headlights piercing the darkness.

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You asked for it.  Part 1 here. Part 3 will be the final part. Enjoy loves xxx M Masterlist


“Whatcha doing here?” I heard Camille voice say.

“Phone” I said looking up from it to her.

“On the phone?” Camille asked, putting her hands on her hips. “Is this what happens when Jeff and Mitch leave you alone at parties”

“I’m checking in on (Y/N). Hasn’t answer yet” I explained.

“No wonder, you even smell like her” Camille said.

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anonymous asked:

May I pretty please have some prompts about a single child whose imaginary friend isn't so imaginary. (I'm thinking on the darker pls) thank you!!

1) “You don’t get to kill me,” their once-friend said. “You don’t get to stop believing in me.”
I squeezed my eyes shut.
Not real. Not real. Not real.
“Now, you didn’t really think it was that easy, did you?”’ This time, the voice came from inside my head. “You’re not five years old anymore, closing your eyes doesn’t make the monsters go away.”

2) “You were my friend!”
“I am your friend.” It took the child’s hands. “And we’re going to be best friends and play together forever and ever. It will be so great!” The grip tightened. “You promised.
“I don’t want to be friends anymore, you’re mean.”
And its face changed and grew and grew and grew.

3) Don’t go near the kid at number 16 they said. Bad things happen to children who go near the kid at 16 - their shadow is too long. It will eat you up.

4) It seemed an age since she had last been back to the imaginary land they had created together. Forever land. The Fun House. The topsy turvy. Years since she had played there last. It looked different now. But she had to find the children who’d been stolen - it had only ever wanted her. But she wasn’t a child anymore.

5) It was amazing at first: everything he wished came true. His friend had all sorts of magic tricks. If he could believe hard enough, it could happen. His mum won the lottery, mean Bradley woke up with a toad tongue, he learnt to fly. Except, sometimes, he couldn’t quite remember where he went. What happened. Until one day nobody remembered who he was anymore, nobody saw him. And everything went dark.
“I don’t like this. I want to go home.”
“You can’t go home, silly. You’re not real anymore.”

6) “You’re not real.”
“Then you’re crazy,” their friend said. “Is that better? You know what they do to crazy people.

7) “Please,” their friend begged. “Don’t leave me here alone. The monster comes when you leave me.”

Justin Foley x Reader || Love Yourself - One Shot

A/N: Hey babes. I’m quite on the roll with writing an imagine everyday but I’m only doing it to finish requests bc I don’t like leaving you guys to wait too long. Requests won’t be open for the next 4 weeks. Thank you to anon for requesting this. Be sure to like and send me feedback on your thoughts. Hope you enjoy ! Much love .xx 

 Warning: little bit of smut 

 Many would think that Liberty High was filled with ‘perfect’ people. Some may be perfect due to their personality but majority is seen as perfect because of looks. 

I was one of those not so perfect people if I do say so myself. I didn’t have the body or the looks to fit in with the popular gang at Liberty High but nevertheless I wasn’t ungrateful to have a great friend as Alex. 

 Alex and I became friends when we first met at Monets, he was sitting alone at a 2 seater table and for that one day the cafe was busy, I wouldn’t know why. “Hey is it okay if I sit here ?” I asked and pointed at the vacant seat. “Yeah sure” he said and smiled back. I sat down in front of him and decided to take my drawing book out. I tend to doodle in the afternoons to help relieve stress and for me to be more imaginative. Some drawings may be meaningful while the others were just playful. 

 I could feel his stare on me as I started drawing, “Hey don’t you go to our school ?” he asked. I looked back at him sucked in a breath and kept my lips in a straight line, nodding my head in a reply. “You’re Y/N ? Right ?” He asked as I continued to draw. “You got that right” I said raising my eyebrows but not looking back at him. As I already see everyone as fake, it’s hard for me to believe that someone actually wants to be my friend or they’re just trying to use me. 

 “I’m -” I cut him off and finished his sentence “Alex Standall, yepp I know you too” I said and took a quick glance at his face then continued to draw. He had a sly smile on his face. “I like you” he said. I dropped my pencil and looked back at him, “Wasn’t expecting that. Why so ?” I asked curiously. “How about we start of as friends ?” He asked as a suggestion. Their was no way I was going to believe he liked me anyway, maybe he meant that he liked the way I came off ? I’m pretty sure it’s that. “Deal” I grinned. That was the start to our friendship. 

 Every day Alex and I would meet at Monets as our hangout spot, then soon enough we found other students from school also meeting up at Monets. We decided to drop the meet ups and instead just hang at each others house. Don’t worry, we didn’t have a fling if that’s what you’re thinking. He may be my best friend but I wouldn’t turn that friendship into anything more than that. 

He did later on confess that he was dating Jessica, I wasn’t one to judge and nor do I have a say in his life, who am I to interfere anyway ? 2 weeks after he confessed their relationship - which was surprising that they were together for 3 months - they broke up. A week later Jessica moved on to Justin Foley. Why am I not surprised this time ? 

 I honestly don’t understand high school relationships, why admit the words “I love you” to your other half if at the end of the day you’re feeling obligated to do so because of infatuation. Unless you’re seeing yourself getting married to them, I’m not one to judge you. 

 Alex never told me why they broke up but rumour has it that he cheated on Jessica with Hannah Baker, I don’t believe that and I ain’t buying it either. I don’t think Hannah is one to break other people’s relationships.

Jessica and Justin had decided to break up after 6 months of dating due to them always having fights and Jessica having to move somewhere else because of her dad. Justin still seemed to be his usual self after the breakup but low key he’s probably hurting. 

Alex and I was in the middle of our get together at my place watching The Hunger Games when the next thing was Alex’s notifications were blowing up from the group he was on with the boys, that being : Bryce, Justin, Zach, Marcus and Monty. They were having a meeting at Bryce’s house and all of the boys were there except for Alex. “Do you have to go ?” I whined. “I sadly do” he said getting up and throwing on his jacket. “Or…” he looked back at me “Or what ?” I asked. “You tag along with me” he said. “Nuh uh, that’s not going to happen. I rather be home alone than be with a perv like Bryce” I said. His name disgusted me. 

 “Aw please. It won’t be long, I’ll just go do what I have to do and we’ll be back before you know it. Besides, I can’t leave you all alone here, your parents aren’t around and it’s not safe” he said. He sounded like my mum. I huffed “Fine” I rolled my eyes and just threw on a hoodie, I was in pyjama shorts and just slipped out of my shoes into my sneakers. I thought I was dressed okay. 

When we reached Bryce’s house of course no one expected me to tag along. When Alex not on his door, he opened the door shocked to see my face “Well well, if it ain’t Standall and Y/N” he said. How did he even know my name ? “Is it okay if she’s with me ?” Alex asked. “Yeah sure man. Come in” he said and moved aside for us to enter. He bit his lip as he took a good look at me. Pervert. I let it slide. 

He walked us to his pool house, “Boys we have Standall and Y/N in the house” Bryce yelled. We both just waved at everyone. Ugh I shouldn’t have came along. All of them turned their heads to get a good look at me as if they’re seeing me for the first time. “Do what you have to do, I’ll be outside” I whispered to Alex and walked out to the pool to dip my feet in. Minutes later I hear a door slam and footsteps getting closer, I didn’t bother to look back to see who it is because I was expecting Alex to say “Let’s go” but instead Justin decided to take a seat beside me. 

 “Hey” he said beside me. “Hi” I said back. That awkward conversation hit it off for us that we actually started dating 3 weeks later. 

 I was busy getting ready for our date tonight, a casual dinner. My room was a total mess after trying to find the perfect outfit. My hair and makeup was done, all that was left was finding a blouse.Theirs absolutely nothing that I could find. I was sat in my black jeans and bra on my bed as a tear fell from the brim of my eyes. If Jessica was still with Justin, she wouldn’t be worried as to how she’s dressed because she knows she has a good body, she’s popular and she’s known to be hot. I on the other hand was antisocial unless I got to know you then I’m bubbly, I wasn’t popular and nor did I have the best figure either. I thought I was a bit chubby for my weight. It wasn’t easy to lose it either because I was insulin resistant. 

My door then rammed open and I stop my crying to see Justin. “Baby what’s wrong ?” He asked as he rushed over to hold me in his arms. “I’m not good enough for you Justin, you deserve better” I cried. “Why would you say that ?” He asked as he tried moving my hair away from my face. “I’m not as pretty or as hot like Jessica. You need a girl who’s of your status, not an antisocial fat loser like me” I cried even more. “No no babe don’t say that. I love you okay, I really do. Yes Jessica is my ex and I loved her but she’s my past. Baby you’re my future” he said and pulled me closer to him. 

 “Why would you go for someone like me Justin ? I’m not your ideal girl. I doubt you’d even want to be seen with me at school because you’d be embarrassed” I said as he wiped the tears off my face. He lifted my chin for my eyes to meet his. “Look at me” he said sternly. I stopped crying and lowly muffled. “I love you and only you. I love your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your figure and simply everything about you. You’re perfect just the way you are. Don’t compare yourself to my ex. Ever again” he said. 

“Y/N, I see you changing me to be a better person than I was yesterday. You have no idea how much I’m breaking inside when you say those things about yourself. You’re the light of life Y/N and I don’t think anyone else can make me feel the way you do” he said and started leaning in, I didn’t budge. I kissed back as I was slowly pushed back, laying flat on my bed. 

Justin got on top of me and slowly kissed me from my eyes to my nose. His fingers played on the hem of my jeans as he swiftly pulled them off. He made me stand up straight as he continued to kiss from my neck to my chest and stopping just above my panties then reconnecting our lips once again. I helped him quickly pull his shirt over his head. The sparks are everywhere. “Justin I love you” I said in between kisses. “I love you too” he said and started leaving wet kisses from my jawline to my neck. He then sucked and bit on my collar bone, I knew it was going to leave a mark later but I couldn’t care right now. “Tonight I’m going to show you how much I love you” he said and smirked after seeing he marked me.

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Just Let Me Kiss You

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Author’s Note: Hey everyone, this is my first attempt at an (Xreader) prompt. I’m not very comfortable with this POV yet but hopefully it gets better in time. This probably sucks but here you go. XOXO Reggie 

When he opened the door, Yoongi was met with a puffy eyed crying mess. But before he even had a chance to ask what had happened, you pushed yourself into his embrace and sobbed violently into his chest. Your hair was covered in snow and your clothes were sopping wet but he wrapped his arms around you nonetheless and pulled you inside his apartment. He sat down with you on the couch and played your favorite Netflix show, pulling you in even closer and speaking softly. 

“(Y/N), you don’t need to tell me what happened if you don’t want to, but I want you to know that I’ll be here to listen.” You nodded into his chest and he pushed you away to take hold of your hands. “I’m going to go make you some tea, and in the mean time, I need you to calm down.” Yoongi’s words were soothing and somehow just hearing him speak made you feel a little bit better. When he sat back down, tea in hand, your tears had subsided and you took the mug from his hands, breathing in deeply. 

“Taehyung…he…cheated on me.” Your voice was shaky as you spoke and Yoongi’s eyes grew wide with anger. You could feel his body tense as his hands began to fidget. He raised his head and locked eyes with you, his black hair falling over his forehead. His eyes glimmered and for a moment you were at ease, as if the way he looked at you fixed everything. That’s what you loved most about Yoongi. No matter what was going on inside your head, just by him being there, he always made you feel safe and at home. Once again he pulled you close, combing his fingers through your hair. 

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). Do you need me to do anything? I’ll beat him up if you want. I swear to God I will fucking kill him for hurting you like this.” he whispered. You suddenly felt warm droplets on your back realizing that Yoongi was crying. But what made Yoongi such a special friend was that he cared so much about you. It seemed everything he did was for your benefit, and seeing him get so worked up over you like this made your heart ache for him. 

“Yoongi?” you answered.


“You already do so much for me. To be honest, I don’t know why I got so worked up over this.” He pulled away while wiping his eyes, confusion washing over his face. He wondered why you wouldn’t get worked up over this. If it were him, he would be a fucking mess. He was flustered and he hated you seeing him vulnerable like this but the thought of another man making you cry had truly upset him. For the past five years, you and Yoongi had been inseparable. It was only within the first few months of your friendship that he acknowledged his feelings towards you. 

But truthfully, he was scared. 

Yoongi knew that you had feelings for his friend Taehyung and as much as he wanted to, he just couldn’t ruin that for you. 

“What do you mean?” he asked, clearly taken back by your previous statement. You sighed and grabbed the pillow you had made for Yoongi a few Christmases ago, hugging it close to your chest. You chuckled, thinking about how he cherishes the ugly attempt at embroidery.  

“I’ve known about Tae cheating for a while now. But I think because I couldn’t really prove it, I didn’t want to believe it. But…” you trailed off, the pressure of hot tears emerging from your eyes. You looked down but Yoongi cupped your cheeks in his hands. 

“(Y/N), please tell me what happened.” His demeanor changed and suddenly he was stern and cautious, wiping the tears from your eyes with his thumbs. You continued.

“But…today when I came back home from Lisa’s Christmas Eve party, I walked in on him fucking some girl in our living room, and I j—” Suddenly Yoongi stood up and walked into his room, leaving you on the couch mid story. When he came back he was holding a small box with a red ribbon. “Yoongi?”

“(Y/N), no one deserves to be alone on Christmas. He especially doesn’t deserve you. I’ve always told you how you’re too special for him.” He held out the box in front of him and waited for you to take it. “I know this isn’t much and you’ll honestly probably laugh at it, but I hope it makes you feel a little better.”

You took the small box and untied the red ribbon. As it popped open you pulled out a pink Hannah Montana watch. Confused, you glanced up at Yoongi. He smiled lightly and chuckled to himself. 

Reaching down into the pocket of his sweatpants, he pulled out a note and handed it to you. You unfolded the crinkled paper and a tiny smile curled on your face. 

Dear (Y/N), I know you’re probably thinking what the fuck this is. And as sad as it is, it’s my Christmas present to you. I remember vividly: one Saturday we sat and watched the entire first season of Hannah Montana at my place because you had gotten a stomach bug and I remember you asking me what time it was. I don’t know; something about how vividly I remember that memory made me think this was a perfect gift. Also, this is really hard for me to say out loud so I’m going to write it down. I’ve fucking loved you since day one. 

When you looked up at Yoongi he had changed. He was no longer cautious or stern, he looked almost embarrassed. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and sighed. 

“I know this is probably bad timing all things considered but—” He was cut off by your lips pressing against his. There were no thoughts of your shitty ex boyfriend, only thoughts of how amazing his lips felt on yours. You brushed your fingers through his jet black hair holding onto his neck, and when you finally pulled away, he was blinking in surprise. “I…I swear I had nothing to do with—”

“Yoongi, shut up and just let me kiss you.”

~Admin Reggie

From Amy, With Love

(Here you go, the first part of the sequel to ADWD. I want to thank all the little cuties who helped make suggestions but especially @kyuubikaiju for making a suggestion similar to the title I’ve decided to use. I wanted to give you all something a little more hopeful to make up for the hell that was Pt. 6&7 because I love you all bunches and bunches! I’ve been feeling kinda down lately, and it helped me to write this, like writer therapy or something. So I hope you enjoy! *and I’ll stop rambling now*)

“Why doesn’t he remember me?”

“Simple, I took his memories of you.”

“Give them back.”

“Let me out of this cell.”

Amy lunges for Dark, but Google catches her. “You’ve done enough, Amy. You should be resting, not interrogating your attacker.”

“He’s taken Mark from me! And where’s Wilford?” she asks with a hiss. Amy stares at Dark like her gaze might burn right through. “What did you do with him?”

“He’s alive.” A trail of blood runs from the corner of Dark’s mouth down to his jaw where it drips onto his torn slacks. “That should be a comfort.”

Amy fights against Google’s hold, and the droid is growing impatient. “That’s enough, Amy! He won’t tell us anymore now!” He motions to Oliver who takes Amy and leads her out of the basement.

“Where are you taking me?” Amy doesn’t want to be mad at Oliver or even Google, but right now, she’s mad at everything.

“Where would you like to go? It would be inadvisable to be alone at this present time,” Oliver says eagerly. “Maybe I could take you home? Explain to the others what happened? The love of your friends would be beneficial at such a time as this.”

Amy shakes her head. She doesn’t want the others to know about this, not yet anyway. “Take me to see the Host. I want to ask him something.”

Oliver smiles and nods. “This seems acceptable!” The Host is waiting when the elevator arrives with a blanket draped over his arm and a cup of chamomile tea in hand. Oliver seems satisfied that Host has things covered and leaves the two of them alone.

“I knew you would be coming back, so I got together some things that I thought might comfort you…” Host nervously offers her the cup of tea. “Was I right to do this?”

Amy sets the cup aside and ducks her head. “Host, can I have a hug?” In answer, the Host wraps both the blanket and his arms around Amy’s shoulders. Up until this point, Amy hasn’t really allowed herself to cry, not when she wasn’t having a complete mental breakdown anyway. And the Host is so warm.

She sobs until she’s run fresh out of tears, and then she hiccups into his chest until the Host pulls away and pushes the cup of tea back into her hands. “Drink this, please,” he says softly.

Between sips of the soothing tea Amy asks, “Host, can you make me forget?”

Host seems confused by her question at first, but then he understands. “No, Amy. I—it just wouldn’t be right to do that.”

“I just want to forget this whole awful thing, and maybe if I forgot Mark too…” her voice trails off. Maybe if she forgot Mark and the Egos, maybe her heart wouldn’t be hurting so much right now. Maybe she wouldn’t be sitting on the floor of a blind man’s library sipping tea and sobbing into his trench coat. Maybe, maybe, maybe… “I saw what you did for the Doctor, how you made him relax. C-can you at least help me sleep?”

Host nods slowly. He helps her to her feet, leading her through the library to his room where he very seldom sleeps himself, and tucks her into his bed. “How about I tell you a story to help you sleep?” Amy nods, closes her eyes, and tries to relax.

“Once upon a time, there was a princess held captive in a tower by an evil sorcerer. The princess had many admirers, and they each loved her truly. However, none of them could best the sorcerer, and they fell into his traps one by one. So, in order to save her friends, the princess full of golden light, fought the dark sorcerer until finally he was beaten.”

Amy feels the words brushing over her mind like a warm, gentle breeze. It takes her back to the day in the park with Host when she told him about the clouds, and the flowers, and the trees. Slowly, her muscles relax, and Amy falls asleep with a pleasant smile on her lips. But the Host continues his story.

“When the evil sorcerer was defeated, the princess realized she had lost much, but one of her companions swore a promise to her. He would do whatever it took, no matter the cost, to bring those lost things back. So that they could all live happily ever after.”

With that, the Host steps quietly from the bedroom and heads for the basement.

Different (Bad Boy Jungkook Au): Part 5

A/N: took me a life time but I finally know where I’m going with this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for waiting a million years for me to update this but now that I know where I’m going with it it should only take half a million years for me to update! Anyways I hope those of you who pushed me to continue this like it! I’m starting to finally like it too :)

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Looking up, he smiled at you with his usual cheerful grin. Smiling back, you walked closer to him and felt weird seeing him out of his uniform. He looked like a completely different person with his slightly parted on the side just enough to see more of his face. His jeans fit him perfectly and his long sleeved shirt seemed so casual for someone with such a high status.

“I was walking around and noticed your car. Well, I wasn’t sure if it was yours but now I am,” he chuckled as he stood up off of the hood. “Are you here alone?” he asked you curiously.

Opening your mouth to answer him, you remembered what Jungkook had told you about Taehyung. For some reason you heeded his warning and decided to nod to Tae. “I was bored at home and came out to get some lunch.”

“Oh! So was I. I’m guessing you ate already,” he smiled at you.

“Uh… yeah!” you lied, trying not to make it too obvious. “I’ve gotta get going but it was nice seeing you!” you told him, trying to step around him.

“Wait! We should hang out sometime. Are you free later?” he asked you, blocking your path to your car.

Feeling like you couldn’t lie anymore, you sighed. “Yeah. I am. Just text me,” you said hoping he’d be satisfied with your answer.

“Awesome! I’ll see you later,” he spoke cheerily. Letting you pass finally, you got into your car. He walked away after waving goodbye and you couldn’t help but wonder why Jungkook would think Taehyung was so bad. He seemed like nothing but sweet to you.

Waiting until he was out of sight, you started your car and went to go pick Jungkook up. Driving around the block, you saw him sitting with his head laid back. He had his eyes closed but he still looked like he was in pain. Driving up to the side of the curb, you jumped out of your car to help get Jungkook into the passenger’s seat.

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