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itybitynovak  asked:

Can you please write an imagine where the reader has had just a really bad day and they come home to Harry and just lots of fluff and cuddles please? Thank you, love :)

First, I’m sorry this took so long to get too.. precisely why I’m terrible with requests. Second, I changed the idea just a bit, but it works out all the same, I think. x

Also the cut on this one is at the top  because the photo I used *can* be considered NSFW. So- proceed with caution, lol. 

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First time // Dino

Originally posted by dino-net

Pairing: Dino  x Reader

Summary: It’s Dino’s 18th birthday, he’s finally adult.. ;) 

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2036

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   You slowly turned in your warm bed,  slowly opening your eyes to see a stunning dino with his hair messed up that softly covered his eyes, you smiled to yourself as you looked slowly around the room seeing clothes thrown all around, you felt a sharp pain when you moved closer into dino’s strong warm arms, you could feel your naked body pressed up against his. You blushed when you looked up seeing his sleepy eyes staring into yours. You breathed in sharply looking back on the event that made dino’s birthday a magical one for both him and you.  

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5

“Choose Me” (ft. BTS)

You sighed and tried to proceed with your day as usual. Trying to steer clear from any doubts you might have about that night. You dressed simply, making sure to wear your red scarf just because Jimin’s mom might attend. The season was a bit awry, like it couldn’t decide whether to stay in winter or jump over the fence into spring, but you thought a little cold wouldn’t bother you. So you placed your bet on the budding trees that lined the long way towards the university.

You took this time to silence all thoughts and just focus on the surroundings, but a resonating sound broke through and you were sure it was your heart beating in anticipation as the sudden thought of seeing the person it was beating for intruded your head. You closed your eyes and halted, with a hand over your erratic heart, you tried to calm down. You’ve waited this long. What’s one more night?

The venue was already packed with people when you arrived and luckily, Jimin had reserved a seat for you. As expected, you spotted his mom seating beside the empty seat that was for his dad. Jimin’s dad rarely attended because of his work, so you always took his seat. She saw you just in time and waved at you.

“Y/N-ah!” she smiled gleefully, her eyes twinkling even more when she saw that you were wearing the scarf she made. Her smile somehow always reaffirmed that she was Jimin’s mom. “I guess it’s the two of us again.” She remarked when you sat down. “I haven’t seen Yoongi, he’s not with you?”

You shook your head, quite surprised that Jimin hasn’t told his mom what happened. “No, he’s the assistant musical director for this production, so he’s probably in the tech booth over there.” You pointed towards the general direction of where the said booth would be. “How was your travel here?”

“Oh, you don’t have to ask me all the time. Commuting to Seoul is almost second nature to me. Besides, I was here since yesterday and met some old friends.” She suddenly realized something and turned to you with wide eyes. “Oh, I should’ve taken you with me! Ah, Jimin wouldn’t let me go shopping with you in the past.”

You giggled suddenly recalling stories about Jimin’s mom wanting a daughter, but got Jimin instead. “You can call me anytime! We don’t need his permission anyway.”

Jimin’s mom smiled again, but you saw how her eyes turned somber as she turned towards the stage. The lights have been dimmed and a round of applause and hollers echoed in the auditorium. You felt her hand on your wrist and you turned to look at her, but she remained straight-faced as she stared at the empty stage. “I’m going to count on that. I’ll need your company when Jimin’s gone.”

You froze, waiting for second to verify if you heard it right. “What do you mean?”

With eyes as wide as yours, it was her turn to look at you. “He didn’t tell you? He received an offer to join a dance company in New York.”

Chills travelled through your whole body, but you tried to remain calm and collected. “H-He hasn’t told me yet.” You murmured as you tried to be comfortable in your seat again. “When is he leaving?”

“Well, he hasn’t accepted it yet, but if he does… He’ll be leaving right after he graduates. Roughly around 10 months to a year?” The older woman also seem to be in the same state of jumbled emotions as you were because on one hand, her son is fulfilling his dream, but on the other, he’ll be on the other side of the world.

“That’s not a lot of time left.” You commented, shifting in your seat for the third time in the past minute. “How long will he be staying there?”

“We also don’t know, but he says that he will have to train for at least a year before he could get any vacations.” Jimin’s mom sighed and sent you a forced smile. “But what can we do, right?”

“Right. What can we do?” you echoed softly.

Namjoon’s booming voice snapped you out of your reverie as he opened the program. A beautiful lady stood beside him as his co-host and you recognized her as an alumnae who was also part of the dance club. You looked at him and smiled, somehow feeling at ease that he was standing as tall and proud as ever, especially now that he’s running for student council president.

The first performers stood on stage and you took this chance to steal a little bathroom break. You kept your head low, so as not to disturb the other audience. Unbeknownst to you, a certain pair of eyes followed.

You washed your hands and fixed your hair, sighing deeply whenever you recalled the bomb that Jimin’s mom had dropped on you. Your eyes were trained on the floor, deep in thought, when you exited the restroom that you bumped into someone and staggered backwards.

The other person caught your arm and immediately helped you stand upright. “You never change, do you?”

“Joonie…” you meet his eyes for the first time in many weeks. “I mean… Namjoon-ssi, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be hosting?”

“Don’t ask me to be friends with you.” His request back then was so clear that you can hear it even when he was standing in front of you with his lips sealed.

“It’s fine, I won’t need to say anything for at least another 15 minutes.” He was casually leaning on the wall opposite from where you stood. With your hands behind you, you could only stare at him and how he seem to have gotten even more handsome, with his sleeked back hair and signature glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. “How have you been? I heard about what happened with Yoongi.”

“You did? Wow, news really does fly around.” You commented and realized just how nonchalant your remark was. You snuck a glance at him only to find that he was giggling.

“You’re still funny.”

“You’re still…” Charming as ever? “…you.”

“’Course I am.” He smirked and added. “I mean, I need to be, right? I’m running for president.”

You crossed your arms, leaning your weight on one foot. “You finally did it, huh? What convinced you?”

“You?” he covered his face in embarrassment. “I needed a distraction, a strong one, so that I could move on from you.”

You opened your mouth to object, but decided that he had every right to say whatever he wanted after what you did to him. “That worked out well, then.”

“Yeah, it did.” He glanced at his watch. “It was nice talking to you again, Y/N. Will you vote for me?” He asked playfully as he started walking back.

You followed, a few steps behind him. “I thought you didn’t want us to be friends?”

He suddenly stopped and you were quick enough this time not to bump into him. “I never said that. I just didn’t want you to ask me to be your friend.”

In your head, you wanted to argue that it was the exact same thing, but when he continued, all of your lingering thought dissipated.

“But I can ask you. Let’s be friends, Y/N. I realized that I value you a lot as a friend too and throwing that away would be such a waste. Who knows, your vote might make all the difference.” When you gave him a look that asked if he was being friendly because of the elections, he snickered again. “I’m kidding about the voting part but seriously, let’s be friends again.”

He extended a hand and you hesitated, but eventually placed your hand in his to shake it. “Okay.”

“But let’s take it slow, okay?” he winked and turned to walk back into the venue. He raised a hand to wave at you without looking back. “I’ll see you in the office again on Monday.”

You expected a heavy feeling in your heart, one that sometimes called itself guilt, but relief washed over you like an unexpected summer shower. Namjoon was willing to put everything behind and become your friend again. How can you feel anything else but joy?

You returned to your seat and watched the rest of the show, including Jimin’s piece during which his mom cried. After the show, Jimin’s mom had dragged you to meet her son, but when she went ahead of you and hugged Jimin, you realized that they haven’t seen each other in a while and decided to give them some privacy.

You wandered off and unintentionally found Yoongi talking to individuals who wore somewhat similar clothing to his. You perched yourself on a nearby chair and watched as the men gave Yoongi sleek business cards. In an effort to repair your strange relationship, as you’ve promised yourself that you would, you approached him and tried to peek at the cards. “Who were those people?”

“None of your business, nosey pants.” He flattened his palm on your face and pushed you away, something he had always done before the whole ruckus.

“Come on, just let me have a peek.” He sighed and gave you the cards. “Big Hit Entertainment?!” you exclaimed and caught the attention of several people. “Are they asking you to be an idol?”

“Of course not, they’re bringing me in as a PD.” He replied, stuffing the cards in his pocket.

You gasped dramatically and Yoongi rolled his eyes at you. “WHAT? They really said that? Isn’t it your dream to be a music PD?”

He shrugs. “If I’m making music, then I guess so.”

You smiled at him and he couldn’t help but return it because you genuinely looked so happy for him. You pulled him into a hug and whispered, “If you’re happy then I’m happy, Yoongi.”

Hearing you reassure him and call his name made his heart hurt a little, but he knew that you meant it well, so he couldn’t help but say the same thing as he patted your back, “If you’re happy then I’m happy too. I found another key to my happiness. I hope you find yours soon.”

“I will.” You promised. “Want to walk home together?”

“There’s an after party and I’m forced to come because apparently, graduates cannot be exempted. Won’t you be coming?”

You traced your eyes over where you last saw Jimin and his mom only to find him smothered with people, mostly girls. You returned to meet Yoongi’s gaze and said, “I think I’ll pass this time. I’m trying to avoid any more drunken incidents.”

He snorted. “Took you long enough.”

“Hey!” you protested and he was about to say something again, probably to tease you like he always used to do, but a professor called him and with a short apology and a promise to text you later, he was also gone.

You look around and saw a lot of familiar faces, but for some reason, one that you refused to acknowledge at the moment, your energy has been drained.

You decided to call it a night and tried to exit the auditorium, almost squeezing past people just to get through. When you finally made it outside, the night had gotten colder and you wrinkled your nose in disapproval of your own decision to take a thin coat.

‘I just hope it won’t rain or snow.’ You thought as you stood outside, contemplating whether you should walk back or just take a cab.

A familiar voice called your name and you turned to see Jimin, still clad in his stage clothes with only a long coat on. “Y/N! Wait!” he jogged towards you, a puff of smoke coming out of his nose and mouth after every exhale. “Where are you going?”

“I’m a bit tired, so I’m going back to the dorm after a light meal. What are you doing here?” You replied honestly, mildly concerned by the fact that his ears were bright red. “You should head back inside and change. It’s freezing out here!”

“Mom says you were here, so I looked for you. Aren’t you going to the after party?” The way he said had just the right hint of betrayal and you almost said yes.

“No, sorry. I think you’re forgetting that I’m not part of the dance club.” You raised your hands to pull the coat more snugly around him and wrap your scarf around his neck. “Here’s your scarf. Congratulations! I guess you did okay?” you teased and pinched one of his cheeks lightly. “You should get back inside. I’ll see you tomorrow? Your mother is inviting me back to your house for lunch.”

“You mean dinner, right? I won’t be awake by lunchtime for sure.” He smiled cheekily and you rolled your eyes.

“Fine. Dinner.” He smiled at you answer and waved his hand at you as he jogged back to the auditorium again. “Have fun! I’ll treat you next time!”

You pulled your coat closer to yourself and began walking back to your dorm, taking the short route this time just because you were almost freezing. You changed your plan to eat in the deokbokki tent and got yourself a ramyun in a convenience store instead.

But even when you were slurping the noodles, all you could think about was him. You hated to be one of those girls whose minds were always occupied with some boy but his smiling face left pang in your heart. When you finally arrived, you were exhausted, blaming it on the fact that you had walked instead of blaming it on talking to him. You were ready to climb into bed when your phone rang.

The name that flashed on screen made your heart jump, but it also terrified you. Minutes ago, you were just thinking about his smile and now, he was calling you as if he was answering your thoughts. There are limitless scenarios that could happen, but you weren’t prepared for any of it.

And yet you answered. How can you not when he was the one calling?

“Hello?” you sat on your bed carefully, figuring that you probably needed to sit down for this one.

With raspier voice than usual, he answered in a drunken tone that you have used a thousand times over. “Y/N… where are you?”

“Dorm. Where are you?” you asked, the worry immediately rising to the surface of all the emotions you were feeling. His surroundings was strangely quiet, prompting your next question, “Aren’t you at the party?”

“It’s a secret.” He chuckled and you wanted to pull your hair out in frustration. You made a move to grab your coat, but he added, “If you just listen to me, I’ll tell you where I am.”

“Fine. I’ll play your game. This is new to me anyway, you drunk calling me at 1:56 AM and not the other way around.” You chuckled, realizing that your voice was also a bit throaty. “What’s up? Can’t have fun without me?”

“I can’t have fun anywhere without you, Y/N.” His voice was so quiet and sincere that you almost felt his voice like an air whisper against your ear. “Are you avoiding me?”

You were caught off-guard by his bold choice of words. “N-No, of course not. I was… I was just tired.”

“Are you sure?” he slurred. “And this has nothing… Absolutely nothing to do with what happened 6 months ago?”

You felt like you were having a cardiac arrest at his question. “Wh-What do you mean?”

“This is so painful, Y/N. How is it possible that I’m the only one who remembers?” you heard him grit through his teeth.

“Remember what, Jimin?” your prompted.

“That night… Everything you did that night… All the words you told me that night six months ago.”

6 Months Ago, the day after your break-up with Namjoon…

“Ya, ya, stop, stop.” Hoseok took the glass from your hand and immediately snatched the last soju bottle lying in front of you. “If you drink more, Jimin is never going to stop scolding me.”

“Give that back!” you burst out and tried to reach for the bottle, failing miserably and only splattering yourself all over Hoseok’s lap. His girlfriend sighed and took the seat beside you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? This is more than just breaking up with Namjoon, right?” she asked with her kindest voice. Hoseok’s girlfriend almost always took your side, even more when you were drunk.

“It is and it’s not.” You cried, leaning on the older girl’s shoulder. “I feel like I’m back where I started.”

“With Yoongi?” Hoseok supplied, but your next answer surprised them all.

“No… with Jimin.”

“What?” They both exclaimed, looking at each other with wide eyes.

“What do you mean?” Hoseok’s girlfriend spoke first, trying to meet your eyes, but you forced them shut.

“Before any of these happened, before I met all of you… I was in love with Jimin first. Being with Namjoon and breaking up with him just brought back so much. I used Namjoon as a rebound exactly the way I thought that chasing after Yoongi would make me forget about any remaining feelings I had for Jimin.” Tears started to fall from your eyes and the two were flustered by your sudden outburst, not knowing that you’ve had these pent up feelings all these time. “But it didn’t. It only made me remember so much more; the fear of crossing the line and never being able to turn it back.”

“Then…” Hoseok said, not knowing what words he wanted to say until he said it. “…go for it. What are you waiting for?”

“Hoseok…” his girlfriend said, not knowing how he can be so insensitive. “It’s not that easy.”

Just then, an idea entered your head. One that was planted by Namjoon’s words. “He’s right…” you whispered. “I always have a choice.”

You pulled out your phone and stumbled out of the restaurant. Hoseok made a move to help you, but his girlfriend stopped him. “Let her go, let them figure it out by themselves.”

You stumbled into the nearest bus station and pulled out your phone, your hazy vision scrolling past Jimin’s name twice before finally pressing it. The ring was short, as it always was, and he always seem to answer with breathless urgency.

“Y/N?” you knew that he just woke up from the sound of his voice. “What’s up? It’s like 2 am.”

“Jimin…” you whined and the rare moments that you actually called for his name had him sitting up and grabbing his coat. Curfews be damned.

“Where are you?” he asked as he ran outside of the dorm. “Are you drunk? Again?”

“Very. I’m… I’m somewhere. A bus station, around the university.” You mused, sounding more confusing than you intended.

“There’s like three bus stations around the university.” Jimin huffed as he began biking to the nearest one.

“Then, tell me something while you’re at it.” You slumped against the posts holding the stop. “What am I to you?”

The question was one that Jimin had asked himself countless of times over the years. To hear you actually asking him then and expecting a legitimate answer, his voice got caught in his throat. “You’re… You’re my bestfriend, Y/N. I’ve been there for every birthday party, every break up, every new year’s eve. I feel like I’ve known you all my life.”

You nodded, even though he cannot see you. “I feel the same way, really.” You choked back the tears and Jimin would be lying if he said that he hadn’t heard it. He arrived at the first station in no time, but you weren’t there. “At least, I felt the same way. You and Yoongi… . I love you both, really. I thought I would be content with chasing after him, but then I got greedy even when I know I was just lying to myself…

“Because in reality, Jimin… I fell in love with you first.”

“What?” Jimin had to hit the breaks just because his heart cannot keep up.

“I know it’s not the right time and it’s really cowardly to do it over the phone and this is probably just the alcohol speaking but I just needed to let this all out, so that I can confidently cheer you on when you walk back to your girlfriend, so please let me say this.” You inhaled a huge breath, watching cars pass by every so often. “I love you, Jimin. I’ve wanted you since the moment I first laid eyes on you, but somehow, we always missed each other. You always had a girlfriend and I always had a boyfriend. You were always in love someone else and I was too. It’s as if the universe conspired to keep us bestfriends and I never tried to fight it.”

Jimin didn’t answer, but only pedaled harder until he finally caught sight of you slouched in a dimly lit bus stop. “Jimin?” your heart began sinking after hearing the silence that followed your confession.

You looked up just in time to see Jimin gasping for breath as he jumped off his bike and it crashed loudly on the floor. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, you were already in his arms. “Even if you’ve never faced my direction once,” he held you tight, tighter than he ever has before. “…even if I’m always cheering you on from behind, even if you end up choosing someone else entirely, I always chose to be in love with you. This love hopes for the person I love to be happy even if she’s not with me. Love shouldn’t be selfish, it should be selfless, you believe that, right?”

Was it a click? As if a gun had been clocked in place, as if a puzzle piece had finally found the crevice where it belongs… You felt exactly that as you inhaled Jimin’s familiar scent. “We’re so stupid.” You murmured against his chest. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“I… I didn’t want to burden you with my feelings. You always had a lot going on.” You felt him smile against the crook of your neck. “I don’t know what to say. My mind just can’t digest any of these right now. I’m sorry?”

You shook your head. “No, I understand. It really was selfish of me to dump all of these on you out of nowhere. You’ve given me more of you than I can ever return, you can be selfish with me all your life.”

A very, very long pause followed and it involved the two of you just keeping each other warm and collecting your thoughts. Finally, you spoke again and Jimin didn’t know why but it made him nervous. “Jimin? I think I knew that you loved me.”

“You did?” he finally pulled away and saw how flushed your cheeks were, from the alcohol, from the sudden revelations.

“Yeah and I took you for granted.” Your hands slid down to place both of your hands in his. Your eyes dropped where your hands were intertwined. “Mostly because I was afraid? I thought I’d lose you if I even tried to entertain the way my heart beat faster at just the thought of you, how my day becomes infinitely better if you tell me about how you failed an exam or saw a dog and how it breaks me when you look at someone else the way you look at me.” You chuckled, suddenly remembering how jealous you were whenever he introduced a new girl to you. “I just never chose to be with you and I’m sorry. I kept all of these feelings locked in because I couldn’t take that risk.”

“You’re a horrible person.” He squeezed your hands and you raised your eyes to check if he was joking only to meet his ever-charming eye smile.

“I know, someone help me.”

“So, what now?” he tucked a stray hair behind you ear and placed his cold hand on your neck.

You shivered, your lips gravitating towards his. “You’re the sober one here, what now?”

His warm and plump lips, the ones you have memorized unknowingly all these years finally pressed against yours for a short, sweet kiss. The kiss was your way of testing the waters before diving in and though the dawn was cold, his breath was warm against your face and it just felt right. Your heart had ceased racing and when you pulled him closer to kiss him again, you were only living in the moment.

He kissed you again, deeper this time with parted lips and scrunched eyebrows. His hands angling your jaw as you stood on your toes to reach him. Your fists had crumpled the front of his shirt, releasing them only when he pulled away. “You’re going to forget in the morning anyway.” His voice held a hint of dismay when tasted the alcohol in your mouth.

You didn’t argue and nodded.  “You’re right and it’s such a fucking shame because for the first time in so many years, I feel like I’m finally making the choice that I should’ve made a long time ago and possibly, spared myself all these heartbreak.” Your smile was bittersweet, but it didn’t stop you. “Can I kiss you again? Since I’m gonna forget anyway?”

In the midst of his story, you found the presence of mind to dress up and grab your coat to look for him. The way he looked for you that night. “I know.”

“Sorry?”

“I know. I remember. Maybe it’s due to the fact that you’re actually a really great kisser that I didn’t forget.” You sighed when you descended your dorm and whipped the dorm door open.

To your surprise, Jimin was there slumped on the steps, looking up at you. “Jimin?”

“Why…” The hand holding his phone dropped to his sides. “…why didn’t you tell me?”

You smile and sit down beside him, on his eye-level. “For the same reason that we never took a chance on each other all these years, I was afraid because I want to be with you for a very, very long time, Jimin.” You gathered your knees and rested your cheek on them to look at him. “Also, I didn’t think that it was fair for you and well, for me too, to jump into a relationship when we were both broken.” You choked back the tears and continued looking at him intently. “I felt like I’ve waited my whole life for us to finally look at each other and I wasn’t going to waste my shot because of bad timing. Besides, I knew that you remembered and I gave you a chance to tell me, but you didn’t.” he opened his mouth to object but you raised a finger to stop him. “Let me finish.”

You scooted closer, so close that you could see every emotion that crossed his eyes. “I heard from your mom that you’re going to New York and I thought I missed you again, but then,” you shrugged. “…if I learned anything from all of our mishaps and drama… It’s that I shouldn’t just give you a chance and wait for you to come. I shouldn’t let you leave when I can hold onto you. I have my own voice, my own decisions and I have my own heart.”

Placing a hand on his cheek, you smiled again, trying to calm down his frantic, tear struck eyes. “Let me say this, Park Jimin. I love you. I liked you for a long time until we met Yoongi, but I never wanted to be anything more. Eventually I got tired and looked for what I couldn’t have with you in Yoongi, as if he can save me from my feelings for you. But I’ve changed… Now, I’m not afraid to fall in love with you all over again.”

“You’re the worst, Y/N.” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

“I know, but we’ve seen the best and worst of each other anyway, so even if you decide that we’re not meant to be together. I’ll fight it. You were always the one rescuing me and even when I didn’t need saving, you rescued me anyway, so if you can’t go to me… I’ll be the one going to you.”

“That… That was a great speech.” He finally exhaled and if your heart could sigh, it probably would.

“I know, we should’ve written it down.” Jimin wrapped an arm gingerly around you an place a hand on your knee. “So what now?”

“We’ve wasted this much time already. If you just kissed me, I would’ve understood and asked you to explain another day.” He smirked and you smack him.

Jimin approaches you, but you keep him within arm’s length. “Jin-oppa once said that the person you end up drunk calling is someone that you will trust your life with.”

“I’ve already trusted my life, my heart and my soul to you, Y/N.” he remarked and you rolled your eyes, smacking him hard again before grabbing his collar and pulling him for a kiss.

Reluctantly, he pulled away. “Y/N, I’m… I’m leaving.”

“I know.”

“You do?”

“Your mom told me.”

He sighed, palming his face. “Why am I not surprised?”

You giggled. “It’s okay.”

“You’re not mad?”

“How can I be? It’s your dream, Jimin.”

“But what about us?”

“Us? I don’t know, what are we?”

“You just recited a whole speech professing your love for me.”

“So? That doesn’t mean anything.”

“What?”

You laughed again. “I’m kidding, Jimin. We’ll make it work. We’ve waited for almost 10 years already, I can wait for another 10 if it means you’ll come home to me.”

“Who says you can’t visit?”

And the way may have long-winded, but you both have finally arrived at the same station. A lot was broken, but a lot was gained too. It was painful and if it were up to you, you would wish you won’t have to go through such a ride again, but did you regret it? No.

Because you chose this path and now you have to walk on it, hopefully with the right person this time.

The End. 끝.

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama/Romance/CollegeAU

Pairing: ReaderxJimin

Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?

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a/n: It’s Jimin. In the summary I wrote, “It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi.” Who is Y/N’s best friend? Park Jimin. It’s always been Jimin, she loved Jimin first before Yoongi. BOOM. Besides, if you check the tags, I’ve been tagging him since chapter 1. LOL. PS there’s an epilogue left!

House of Cards

House of Cards

-Warning: TRIGGER SMUT, DOUBLE PENETRATION, FACE SITTING, FORCED ORGASMS, ORGASM DENIALS, FACIALS, SLOPPY SECONDS, GANG BANG, DIRTY TALKING, HITTING, ASPHYXIATION, WAX, ICE, BLOOD, KNIFE PLAY, PET PLAY, VIDEO RECORDING, NSFW PROCEED WITH CAUTION

-Bets are lost, you have to pay the price, enter the house full of multiple cards.

-Bts x Girl (Ambw)

-Word Count: 6570 (do you know how long it took me to write this damn oneshot?!) 

-So to live up to my word, this is my story for reaching 1k. I so hope I ruin a lot of you, I hope that you enjoy it as well. Please Turn on House of Cards, because it was my inspiration to write this long lovely story for you all. Thank you for staying with me <3 

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“You have to promise me.” Taehyung said softly watching you, his dark brown orbs piercing into yours. He had his hair freshly died to that wild color. It looked good, too good and that was a problem with you. Because he was more bolder now, more sure of what he wanted. 

“Jagiya…” That deep voice knocked you out of your concentration studying your boyfriend. You tilted your head to the side weighing your options. And then finally you looked him in the eyes. 

“I accept.” You said with a sly smirk, Taehyung matched your smirk, his eyes heating up with mischief and lust. You didn’t know what you were in for but he did. He grabbed the cards from the pack sliding them out of the pack and onto his hands before he shuffled them, dealing for your first round. 

The game was simple, a card game. Something along the lines of four squares with a hint of pity pat and a added side of poker. It was something you had only played a couple of times before. And you both had your fair share of wins. What made this different you didn’t know. But before the game even started, your boyfriend decided to place a bet. He didn’t go into specifics. Just asked if you trusted him and of course you did. He’s your boyfriend. And he named his bargain. If you lost, you had to do whatever he asked, when he asked it for a whole day no questions asked and you had to go with what he said. Fair enough to you. Your punishment was simple, if he lost, he had to watch you for a week get yourself off at least twice before he could even think about touching you. 

The game had been fairly easy at first. But of course you didn’t take it easy. It was a game, and after awhile of Taehyung making careless mistakes you just knew that you would win. However towards the end, you watched as he caught back up, and out of no where he laid down four cards. He had one upped you. He had one the card game and now you were at the mercy of whatever he wanted. Taehyung gave a proud wicked smirk. If only you knew the things he had planned for you. You would’ve ran from the house and never came back again. Which is why he didn’t go into detail, you trusted him and that was all he needed. 

A week passes by before you get the call. Taehyung wanted you to come to his house, his friends were there. He had sent you something in the mail along with roses. Your orders were to put it on. You walked into your room, opening the box slowly lifting your eyes. The outfit. Was very revealing. It was white, but some parts of it were pink. Your hands ran over the soft fabric, your cheeks slightly heating. You pulled the clothes from the box one by one before you stripped out of your own clothes making sure to put them in the right place. You grabbed the laced dark pink bra placing it over your breast looking at how it clung almost being too small for your breast. Nest you slid on (very cautiously) dark pink panties that only covered the area from your lower stomach to almost the back of your pussy. The back was strappy and it when you went to the mirror that was close to your bed to bend over a bit, you could see your pussy, hell you could see your ass and almost your asshole. 

You let out a soft groan before you grabbed at the white laced baby doll dress. It was short coming down to cover just the panties that were clearly see through. In the front of the white laced dress where your breast was, a bow lied under the fabric at the dip of your breast. It made you feel almost childish from the way you looked. Your eyes roamed over your body taking in your appearance before they landed on the box. The next thing was to get out the lace white thigh highs that had the clips on them. You sat on your bed taking your time to get ready. Your mind was racing, what was he planning? Why did you have to wear such revealing things. You stood up looking at the mirror once again biting on your lips. You looked like, a baby doll. One that wants to be fucked, and not necessarily in a sweet way. Soon you were getting a jacket to put on and cover up most of your outfit. You hoped people wouldn’t look but if you were a guy, you were stare at yourself. The dress left nothing hidden and the jacket. You were asked to wear high heels, pink pumps to be exact and you did as the letter stated. 

You grabbed your keys and phone, heading outside to your car. Usually taking a cab is easier, but in a outfit like this you would rather drive yourself. You let your body settle and relax into the comfortable cozy car. You started to drive towards the direction of the house, fidgeting and squirming around in your seat. You were so nervous because you didn’t know what he had planned for you. All these mysteries. You followed down the same narrow roads to get to his house. Looking over all the buildings you’ve passed by countless times before. You finally spotted his house at the end of the street causing you to squirm more. When you parked your car outside you saw no one else around, which made you happy. Once you got out you walked slowly towards his door knocking on it. You waited for a second leaning against it as you waited for him. 

“It’s open.” Was all you heard, and you knew from how deep the voice was, it belonged to Taehyung. You nodded your head taking the jacket off to fold it in your arms opening the door and walking inside. You shut the door behind you before you turned around to take a look and froze. All of Taehyung’s friends were in the house. In the front room sitting on the couches and chairs that were there. You were speechless and a bit afraid. You licked over your lips feeling embarrassed by your outfit now covering yourself up with the jacket. You couldn’t even really look at none of them, what was happening? And was Taehyung making a full of you.

“What’s… This?” You ask softly pulling down on the dress. Taehyung looked around at his friends before he let his dark orbs rest on your body. He was a bit upset because you were covering yourself. But damn what he can see had him shifting in his seat to get the uncomfortable tightness from his pants licking his lips. The way that laced dress fit against your brown skin. The way those thigh highs, clung to your thighs and legs. He wanted to rip it off you. Your makeup was light but he was sure to ruin it. He looked at your hair, dropping down your back as you shifted from side to side. 

“Remove that jacket.” Taehyung said without a second thought. 

“Excuse me-” Taehyung cut you off lifting his hand.

“When we played the card game. You told me you trusted me. You told me I could have whatever I want. Did you not?” He asked you lowly letting his eyes roam over your body before he sat up straight. 

“I did.. But oppa-” You started again and he stopped you pinning you with a look making you quiet instantly. There were two sides of Taehyung, the nice sweet one, and the dominate one ready to tear you up if you dared to step out of line

“Once again. We made the bet. You lost the game. So this is what I want. Me and my friends…
 Taehyung started gesturing to the other men in the room. “We’ve had a rough couple of months, and a hellish week. This is where you come in baby doll. I knew you wouldn’t just give in easily to me asking you to let my friends take you in anyway they want. So I bet you, I didn’t think I would win. But thank god I did.” Taehyung said standing up as he walked towards you, eyes hungry, lust building. 

“You don’t get to say no, you don’t get to say anything because you made the bet. You are entitled to what you do and do not want. If you stay, I promise though, it will be rough. Every member will fuck and use you until they are satisfied. You will obey and do everything they say. Any kink they want to use, they can. Unless you are getting hurt, and I see you getting hurt because I know your kinks best I will stop it. But that is the only time I will interfere. I will take you last, but I will touch you no matter what. Even if I stop I will stay by you.. Do you agree or do you want to leave? You only get to answer once.” He said softly. He watched you, he wouldn’t push you to do anything you didn’t want. But he wants you, needs you. 

When you gave a soft nod of your head Taehyung’s face heated up with happiness. And want, and he grabbed the jacket you were holding to put it the couch letting everyone take you in. He groaned before he walked behind you looking at his friends. Taehyung let his hands start at your waist, slowly gliding them up your body. He felt the thin baby doll dress under his fingertips. A smirk on his lips when you shuddered. He cupped your breast playing with them through your bra. 

“It’s time to ruin you.” He murmured lowly in your ear. Taehyung let his head fall down to rest in the crook of your neck. He sucked harshly on your spot until you were squirming. He let you go and backed up from your skin, shivering. The light pink hickey on your brown skin excited him. He went and grabbed your collar from his closet slowly walking back into the front room finding you in the same position. He saw his friends watching you. Everyone wanted you, it prided him that his girlfriend was so attractive. He walked up behind you, wrapping the light blue collar around your neck. Soon he was placing the matching light blush jeweled leash on the collar that had a bow in the center with a heart bell. He stepped back watching you, soon pulling you towards the youngest two in the room. Taehyung gave his leash to Jimin who had already laid eyes on your breast. The thing he wanted the most. 

Jimin pulled you down onto him, straddling his thigh. He looked up at you in your eyes, cupping your cheek softly letting his fingers press against your cheeks. He let his hand slid down to your neck, before going towards the valley of your breast. “God I want you.” He growled gripping your hips. Once you were straddling one of his thighs, Jimin was moving you to grind you on his thigh. He watched as your breast slowly bounced up and down in his face from how he made you ride his thigh. Jimin smirked bouncing you up and down on his thigh. Your breast bounced harder, Jimin’s mouth fell open as his bit his lip. Without second thought he buried his face between your breast sucking at the skin there. Muffled groans from his lips could be heard from his lips. It wasn’t as if you were necessarily quiet. Soft pants fell from your lips, your hands were tangling into those black locks feeling your panties become wet, well at least the part covered.

Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore. Watching Jimin have all the fun was driving him crazy. He knew a lot of people wanted to get to you. And he wanted to things, to fuck your mouth, and at least another hole. He slowly walked behind the couch, his finger skimming over the soft fabric as his eyes met with Taehyung’s. As soon as his hyung gave him a nod, Jungkook was grabbing your leash from Jimin’s grip making you pay attention to him. When your soft brown eyes rested on his, he gave you a smirk. His dimples popping out. His hands came to grip at your dress, the part surrounding your breast. He yanked it down as well as your bra making your breast spring from the outfit. Jimin gasped looking up at your brown nipples, they were so big, so perky. Just fucking right. He couldn’t resist running his thick tongue across your already harden bud. A moan of yes was pulled from your lips. Jungkook unbuckled his belt, slowly pulling down the zipper as he kept his eyes on you and Jimin. 

“You’re going to have to hold those breast for me noona, can you do that?” He asked in a soft low voice, and as much as you were around him it still caught you off guard how manly he became. You have a nod of your head and he gripped your hair pressing his lips roughly against yours. A kiss that was a fight of dominance, meanwhile Jimin looking across at the other three decided to lift up your dress once he saw or rather felt what was under there. Jin’s eyes opened wider. Your ass, sitting there covered by nothing but thin straps. He licked his lips watching it as Jimin made you push down harder on his thigh. He felt the material become soaked. Jungkook pushed down his pants as well as his boxers tossing his shirt over his head messing up his hair a bit. You looked from his face, slowly down to the abs forming, resting on his shaft that rested against his stomach. The kiss had left you breathless once he had pulled back but now you were just speechless looking at his size. He stepped back a bit lifting an eyebrow. You smirked slightly feeling your skin tingle from the attention everyone wanted to have from you. Your hands came up to cup your breast and Jungkook wasted no time sliding his dick between your plump breast. 

“Shit.” He grunted out in pleasure thrusting slowly up and down watching as your tongue came out to dart across his slit pulling a his from him. He grabbed your hair pulling your mouth onto his shaft as he thrust up a bit faster into your mouth. His hands had to come down and cup your breast, because Jimin harshly jerked one hand down to make you rub his growing erection. He needed friction. He needed you to pay attention to him like he was paying attention to you. He was jealous a bit that kookie had your lips around him, but Jimin would settle for now. He used one hand to undo his pants rather quickly gripping your wrist shoving your hand in his boxers. You didn’t need to be told what that meant. You fondled with him to get him out of his pants letting his member spring free. The moan from his lips told you, that you succeeded. You started to pump him quickly, and Jimin watched snapping his hips up against your tiny hand, he watched your thighs shake a bit every time he moved his hips against yours. The side of the room was filled with pants, moans, and growls mostly from Jungkook. He was having no mercy thrusting between your breast to get deeper in your mouth. 

Jin was the next to move, he couldn’t take it. He wanted to touch you. He only slid his shirt off having plans for you to undress him once the first round was over. He crouched down behind you and Jimin’s leg. He let his fingers trail down your clothed back, his soft hands soon slowly tracing over each strap that was on your ass. The touch from him alone, had your stomach tightening your first orgasm getting closer. Jin smirked watching the plump flesh in his face. “Chocolate was always my favorite.” He mumbled out before he pulled back. Licking on two of his fingers, Jin took his precious time watching your hips move on Jimin’s thigh. Why? He could see your pussy lips, he could see the wet substances there. He could slightly see your pink insides. He stuck his fingers in the opening of your panties pushing them into your pussy watching as you took them in. But you were so tight, and he couldn’t fight the wanton moan that left from his lips watching you. Jimin watched with hooded eyes planting his feet on the floor as he gave you a heated gaze. His shaft twitched, he needed to be inside of you. Your hand sliding up and down him felt good, but he knew your pussy sliding up and down him would feel so much better. 

“Jin.” He rasped out looking at his hyung with needy eyes. Jin got the hint pulling his fingers out slowly licking over them.

“Keep the panties on.” He said simply patting your ass backing up. Jimin laughed, trying to keep the promise. He shifted you to face him. He caressed your cheeks again making you slip from Jungkook’s dick. 

“Let’s give them a show?” Jimin said sweetly but his eyes told a different story. He switched you until your back was against his chest, your eyes roaming over the other side of the room. Every male sat there trying not to touch themselves. Except for Taehyung. He had his dick in his hand, the thick appendage resting in his grip. He was naked, his hair pressing to his forehead because of the sweat from how hot the room had gotten. He was going slow but you saw the precum dripping from his member. His chest rising and falling as he watched you. He was biting on his lips vigorously not letting up as he kept his eyes on you, that soft quick smirk gracing his plump lips before he gave a slow nod. As soon as that happened Jimin slid you down on his member. A soft whimper left your lips, he was thick, much thicker than you ever imagined. He was stretching you out and you couldn’t stop clenching around his member while he buried himself inside of you to the hilt. Your mouth fell open as your eyes drift shut to focus on feeling him. 

Jimin had to be careful to slip into the opening because the panties looked ready to rip at anytime. He watched your pink pussy take him in though. Your ass sitting in his face and he slapped at it making it bounce for him before he gripped your hips, the thick flesh feeling nice to hold in his hands. Jimin started to move you slowly his eyes focusing on his hips slamming up inside of your pussy. He could feel the trickle of the juices dripping down your pussy to land on his dick and his balls. He kept a slow pace to tease you as the rest of the others. Jungkook on the other hand was still breathless panting. He wanted to release and now. He didn’t even need to fuck you. Watching it was enough for him. He went around to the front of you after some time, letting Jimin have as much fun as he could. Jimin got the hint, he gripped you from under your legs, spreading you wider for him as he held onto the underside of your knees with his arms. He pounded harder into you, making slick lewd noises sound off from how hard he slapped his hips against yours. Jungkook came back to you gripping your hair forcing your head forward to bury his dick deep down your throat. He mouth fucked you rough and hard. His hips pushing against his face, his balls slapping your chin, as spit trailed down from your mouth. He listened to the chokes and gags you released moaning repeatedly from how good it felt to feel your throat clamp down on his dick. He was close to releasing in your mouth. Jimin fucking into you as you bounced and whined being too much for the younger. He threw his head back letting his member pulse, his mouth hanging open as he felt his lower abdomen muscles clench in pleasure. He gave you a few more sloppy thrusts before he was feeling you up. A hand clamped over your mouth, he made you take his cum. 

Jimin having watched the whole thing shifted his hips until he was abusing your spot, a rag doll you were indeed from how he let you flop up and down on his shaft. He bit on your shoulder, while Jungkook pulled away with a boyish grin going to find his discarded clothes and sit by the others who hadn’t had a turn yet. Jin got back up and he made his way back to you. He let one knee dip down into the couch cushion. He reached down pressing his lips against yours slowly, sweetly. He tasted the others cum on your tongue as he shoved his tongue in your mouth but he didn’t care. He let his hand slip down in your panties to rub your clit slowly. It didn’t even take you long to cum after that, it had been building up. Your walls squeezed Jimin inside of you pulling him deeper. You could hear his moans behind you, his dick spilling his seed inside of you, he let you milk him of everything he had, your name falling from his lips as relaxed under you to let you take his cum in. Once he was gone he took your shoes off your feet before he slowly pulled out of you. Jin pulled you on his lap his hands roaming your body.

“Let’s get this off.” He said softly breaking the kiss. He lifted up the baby doll dress sliding it off of you and onto the couch beside you. He licked his lips reaching a hand around to unclip your bra. You felt larger hands on your skin next from behind you. You looked up to meet the eyes of Jhope. They were a bit friendly. More wanting than anything. 

“I have toys for you.” Hoseok said and Jin leaned back to slouch against the couch pulling you with him. He cupped your breast in his hand, his tongue gliding over your brown perky nubs. He sucked on them like a baby wanting to make them as hard and as bruised as he could. Hoseok made sure to bend you over farther making your breast press closer to Jin’s lips. He took out anal beads that he had stroking and groping your ass cheeks as he used one hand to lube up a few of the beads. Jin in the midst of him playing with your breast he slid his hands down to spread your ass cheeks wide for Hoseok who was also enjoying your panties. Hoseok started to slowly slid the beads inside of your asshole, taking them from the smallest to the largest. He let a few hang out of you when he sense you starting to squirm from the stretch. He let his lips kiss along your ass before he kissed up your bare trapping your between him and hope. 

“Do you want me?” Hoseok asked you letting his eyes roam over you and then to Jin. “Or should I say us?” He gave a light chuckle before he reached down to pull at you collar from behind choking you slightly. Jin watched for a bit, before he undid just his zipper and pulled his member out of his boxers. He moved your hips guiding you to take him in slowly. The opening of your panties ripping slightly as he pushed up inside of you. Hoseok let his hands roam over your skin. He was so taken with how beautiful you were. Your chocolate skin making him get harder by the second. Your beautiful brown eyes, curly hair that you straightened out at times. Jin was noticing you to, he pulled on the clip on thigh highs. He pulled on the straps snapping a few of them. He held your hips steady and still. He started to slam up into you, a quick hard pace much different from the one Jimin set for you. Hoseok watched you getting fucked laughing softly as he started to pull the beads slowly from you, sucking on your pulse point. They body had you moaning and gasping at the actions. Your hands tangling into the blonde locks and Jin encouraged it by fucking you harder. Hoseok made sure every single bead was out of you. Before he held Jin hands to stop him. Hoseok settled behind you, slicking up his dick with his hand moaning softly before he pushed inside of you. The rip you felt was painful but full of satisfaction. He nodded his head at Jin once he was sure that you were ok with both of them being inside of you. When one pushed in the other pulled out. That’s how it went, your pussy making squelching noises as both males devoured your skin in love bites and hickeys. Jin kept his pace had because he wanted to get off before you did. Of course all of them were after their own pleasures. He wanted to see your face as he denied you. Jin groaned out your name slamming up into you, his dick jumping, he knew he was close. So did Hoseok. Instead of letting you cum, they both pulled out and laid you on the floor. They completely stopped and it left you groaning in frustrations. Your orgasm had just been ripped from you. 

They sat down on the couch still naked and once you looked over to the side even Taehyung hadn’t came once. Jimin and Jungkook had their hands in their pants stroking their members slowly. Namjoon and Yoongi approached you next. Yoongi gripped the back of your head fisting your hair harshly pressing his lips against yours. He slipped his hand down in your panties smacking your pussy hard. He made you release juices on his hand, when you were squirming and grabbing at his arm he rested his palm on your pussy not moving it until he knew your orgasm was dying out. He built you up once again with the heel of his hand grinding against your clit, once your orgasm was coming he pulled back slipping his hands out, his tongue dominating yours as his free hand gripped at your chin keeping you from moving to far from him. Namjoon watching the whole thing shook his head smirking. He ripped at your panties finally discarding the items. He heard groans from around the room and he looked at the others rolling his eyes.

“As if you’ll get another chance.” He growled and though they knew he was right it didn’t stop them from pouting more. Namjoon laid the discared panties to the side before he reached for a little pink bullet. He pressed the remote beside him before he hit Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi broke the kiss watching as you panted against the floor a satisfied smirk on his lips. He looked at what Namjoon wanted lifting an eyebrow before he obliged, his hand reaching back down to spread your pussy lips wide. Namjoon pressed the bullet against your clit before he placed tap over it, making sure it went no where. Yoongi scooted down helping Namjoon push your legs together bending each one. He placed rope on each of your legs biding them. He flipped you over and Yoongi roped your hands behind your back slapping your ass three times watching the brown flesh turn red. He picked you up placing you in his lap. He Looked at your spread legs watching Namjoon. He pressed the button to turned the lowest setting on watching you squirm in Yoongi’s lap. You moaned and tried to shut your legs. 

“Don’t make me bind them spread apart to the spreader bars.” Namjoon warned and you opened your legs back wider. Yoongi fondled your breast rolling and twisting the nubs in his hands smirking as he kissed on your neck, before his lips trailed to your jaw. He was creating more hickeys were the others left your skin clear. Yoongi didn’t want that. He wanted everyone to know you were owned. And though Taehyung said it was a one time thing he would make sure it wasn’t. Namjoon took out a knife before he look at you slowly with cautious eyes. You knew he was sadistic and kinky but this surpassed everything. You didn’t fight him though because you had a chance to back out and you didn’t, of course you knew if Taehyung thought you couldn’t handle it he would stop you. But you wanted to be a help to all of the boys especially since they never got to play with you. 

Yoongi lifted you up a bit so he could undress himself from the waist down. And he slid you down on his girth. Making you take him inside your tight pussy. He rested deep inside of you not moving just wanting to feel your insides. Namjoon moved closer to you pressing his lips against yours softly.  

“Stop me. If I overdo it.” He said slowly. You were his friend first, fucking object secondly. He started by bringing the knife up to softly press against your left breast. He moved the blade up a bit before he softly slid it across your skin cutting a soft line of skin. He licked his lips at the sight of the blood leaning closer to lick it off of you. It stung, damn it stung. And though Yoongi would never do it he commended you for even allowing Namjoon to. Yoongi let his hands softly caress your skin, as Namjoon went on a spree with his blood play kink. Your stomach, your arms, your legs and inside thighs all had marks from the knife that Namjoon cleaned. While it had been going on Yoongi was slowly thrusting into you. He saw the tears that broke free from your face, and he didn’t want you in complete pain. He wished you would’ve stopped the man, but knowing what kind of girl you are he didn’t expect less. He loved how good your skin looked on his. The contrast between pale, and brown making him feel giddy inside and he wondered if Taehyung felt like this waking up to you everyday. 

Once Namjoon was done with his blade he pulled back to clean it off. He felt his pants tightening from how you whimpered, he usually didn’t let his dark side out but if it was a one time thing he had to do something, that was his favorite besides the regular pick you up and drop you down on my shaft type of thing. Namjoon watched Yoongi slowly rock into you, your bound hands pressing against his lower back. Yoongi rolled his head back feeling all the pleasure course through him, his blood running south as he kept the same slow pace. Namjoon had turned up the volume on the bullet to the highest setting but yet every time you were about to cum, Yoongi would pause his hips, Namjoon would kill the vibrations. Finally after the fourth time of denying you, your orgasm (making it seven times in all that night) Yoongi pulled you off of him. He undid your hands but kept your legs bound. He laid you on the ground on your back. 

You looked around nervously, your pussy was leaking, clit was throbbing, you were so sensitive it hurt. Angry tears were running down your cheeks, drying and reappearing. Soon, your love was walking towards you. Taehyung gave a soft smile as he got on his knees crawling over you. “Almost done. You were a good girl. Do you want to cum? Want us to make you feel good?” He asked you kissing your lips giving pecks. 

“Yes.” Was all you could mutter out weakly. Taehyung nodded rubbing his dick up and down your wet slit, his dick tapping at your entrance before he pushed inside of you slowly. A moan fell from both of your lips and Taehyung started to give you slow but hard thrusts. His member pushing as deep as it could go. He took the bullet and tape from your clit. He watched as his friends came to gather around you. He fucked you harder. Namjoon shoved your mouth on his dick, face fucking you. One of your hands went on Jin’s dick as Yoongi grabbed the other putting it on his dick. Every hole, was being fucked on you. Soon Hoseok was straddling your stomach titty fucking your breast as Jungkook and Jimin stroked themselves getting a good view of what was going on. 

Your body felt on fire, it was extremely hot to you. Sweat dripped from your forehead, down to your chest, it was leaking from your body down to your other body parts and to the floor. Your pussy clenched greedily around Taehyung’s member. And he grunted out “almost” panting himself. Hoseok got off of you as Taehyung stole your lips from Namjoon kissing you harshly. Your hands kept the pace the men had set. Taehyung let his hand come up to choke on your neck as he continued to fuck into you. He pulled back from the kiss continuing to choke you. 

“SHIT!” Was the only scream you muttered out as you finally reached your orgasm, happy tears leaking as you gave all of your cum to Taehyung who just kept pushing his hips against yours. Soon after you, Jin and Yoongi were cumming on your body, and Next Namjoon, finally Jimin and Jungkook as Hoseok spilled his cum on your face. Taehyung watching everyone at once spill their cum on your breast and face, let his hips stutter before he spilled his seed inside of you, he pulled out letting the rest get on the top of your pussy. He leaned back on his hind legs breathing deeply as everyone else tried to find their calming point. 

Your body convulsed against the floor as Yoongi thought it would be a good idea to rub your clit until you were having another orgasm. Jin joined in on the fun plunging two fingers back inside of you, Namjoon pressing the bullet back against your clit. This time you squirted sobbing from the stimulation your pussy was receiving. It was as if they were trying to make up for all the orgasms they denied you. But when you started to sob louder from the pain of cumming the boys got the order from Taehyung to stop and they did. 

You laid there shivering and panting. You were tired, your body ached and burned from the cuts and bruises, from being pounded into from being taken. Your bound legs was unloosed and Taehyung shooed the other members out of the house. You felt the drying of the cum on your skin and hair. Taehyung laughed watching the disgusted look set on your face. He shook his head picking you up once the front room was cleaned out carrying you to his room denying you of kisses because his hyungs were still on you’. And it made you pout but you nodded. 

You liked Taehyung when he was like this the most. He started a bath start for you both. He threw in your favorite lush bath bomb letting it bubble up before he grabbed you holding you as he sat in the water with you. It was warm to you and stinging but Due to Taehyung’s kisses and deep voice you were fine. He made sure you were taken care of. He was washing your body as well as your hair once he was finished with that part. He murmured soft words in your ear. How good you did. You much he loved you. You couldn’t do anything but flush against his words smiling from the compliments. 

Once the soothing bad was over including Taehyung playing with bubbles and making corny future dad jokes. He dried you off before carrying you to the bed naked. He laid you down rubbing some soothing peroxide over your cuts and then lotion to make sure your skin felt comfortable as well as healing cream a soft smile on his lips when you scolded him from worrying so much. He had climbed under the covers with you, both of you only wearing one thing. You, his big shirt. Him his pair of boxers. He let you lay on his chest as he played in your wet hair caressing, your back and your cheeks. Giving you soft gentle kisses letting you fall asleep on his chest.

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Honestly. I promised you guys this but- I don’t know. I just hope it gets at least one note. I will be happy. But thanks for the followers, I hope that I keep growing. <3  

Stay

Relationship: SPN Cast X Sister!Reader

Words: 3,468

Summary: After fighting for so long, the Reader finally loses her battle to depression. But when she gets a visit from a little divine intervention, she’s able to see that everyone means something to the world.

Warnings: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING!! Suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt (pretty graphic), self-hate, depression, lots of angst. Please, please, please read with caution.

Tagging: @mysaintsasinner @deathtonormalcy56

A/N: This is some super heavy stuff, guys. You’ve been warned.

Originally posted by jayqueenofhell

A single tear traced your cheek, sliding around the curves of your tired features, before splashing quietly onto the paper below. With an unsteady hand, you placed the pen down on the counter, and stared unseeingly at the note in front of you.

This was it. Your final words. They would come in here, your friends, the men who had become your family, after everything was said and done, to clean out your trailer, and you hoped they would understand. Hoped they would read the note and see that this was for the best – for everyone.

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[SPOILERS] NDRV3 - Killing Harmony Chapter Summaries

Alright lads, time for me to get crackin’ down and write this for all of you who may still be confused but please, do note that my knowledge about what happens is limited to translations provided by people I share a Discord server with and though I’m summarizing what we all collectively figured out, all of the credit for this goes to the amazing translators in the server made by @officialamami who did a wonderful job providing leaks for the fandom and whether right or wrong, they really do deserve credit for their tenacity and determination. With that settled though, I think it’s finally time for me to start writing. Now everyone do like Juzo Sakakura’s dub VA says and hold onto your ass because we’re about to go to fuckin’ trippyland, hope you bring something to eat and/or drink because there’s going to be walls of text below the Read More… If anyone has a more clear understanding of what happens, please PM me or put it in the notes so I can fix the information accordingly.

NOTE: I am constantly editing this post as I learn more information so by the time someone else is reading this, there may be new information. What I’m basically saying is, until we get official English translations, I’ll keep coming back to this post and editing it so there’s a 100% clear understanding of everything that happens. If you read this post before, I advise you read it again, there may be new information. 

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Zero Point; Chapter 4

For starters I would like to say HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO @nothingbutwordsstuff!! And secondly I’m sorry this took so long for me to post but I finally updated!! And I plan to update more frequently as well, including my other stories, A Twist of Fate, and Proceed With Caution! So be sure to follow me to stay up-to-date with all these fantastic fics!

Natsu would’ve loved to say he went out in an epic blaze—that he valiantly stormed the tower, freed his wife, and faced off with Jellal like the hero he was supposed to be…or at least hoped to be. At the very least, the hero like everyone else wanted him to be.

Well, take it from him—fact of life; exploding yourself in space for the betterment of humanity does not make you unsusceptible to drugs, so if someone stabs you in the neck with a needle, fucking panic.

Now lo and behold, here Natsu was—waking up from a drug-induced coma, his butt numb from lying on the cold stone floor, and a raging headache ringing throughout his body that made it feel like someone was sounding a gong inside him. Times were not fun for Natsu Dragneel.

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kimi no na wa

“I feel like I’m always searching for something, for someone.”

What was your name again?


Dazai boarded the train after another long day of interviews. The unexplainable feeling of always searching for someone or something never left him even after all this time. Though, now he couldn’t remember what had been so important. All he knew was that missing piece he continuously searched for was someone…something. Something he couldn’t explain.

Leaning against the window of the train door, Dazai stared out watching the scenery pass by. He wasn’t particularly focused on anything when a vaguely familiar face passed by on the opposite train.

Auburn hair flashed against the sunlight, and sapphire eyes stared down at a phone screen.

Shock jolted through him as Dazai pressed his face against the window, struggling to get a better glance at the person moving away from him. It had to be.

Pale blue eyes met hazelnut ones for a split second, and Dazai could have sworn he saw recognition light up in the other’s eyes as well.

He rushed out of the train, desperate to finally meet this mysterious person that he always felt he was searching for.

Finally.

Finally.

Dazai nearly tripped over himself to get to the other side where the other train would have arrived, but he didn’t care. He was so close.

Chuuya stood at the top of the stairs, looking straight ahead. The two of them proceed to their destinations, Chuuya descended down while Dazai climbed up.

They passed each other without exchanging greetings. Dazai stopped at the top of their stairs. He took a deep breath.

His voice come out slightly shaky. He had been waiting for so long.

“Haven’t we met before”

Chuuya turned back, cerulean eyes flickering with slight confusion.

“I don’t believe so?”

The brunet’s breath caught in his throat as tears threatened to spill over.

“Ah..I see. My apologizes.”

Chuuya continued down the stairs slowly one by one, hair blowing around his face with the slight breeze. Much to his confusion, tears began to slip down his face as he went down each step. Bringing a hand up to his face, he felt something forgotten stir deep within.

Chuuya whipped around, still expecting to see the mysterious but vaguely familiar brunet at the top of the stairs.

“Wait!”

He found himself alone.

Only the sense of a missed opportunity along with the feeling that he has just lost something important served as company as tears continued to fall down his cheeks.

Revali x reader: Return of the Scalpel

Originally posted by hyrulehistoria

He flew high into the night sky, in search of this girl, not only to return her now missing item, but to get his answers. Something was off about this Hylian, but he couldn’t seem to put a feather on it. So he searched, and what seemed like hours soon turned into days, using his precious little spare time of when he was not training, taking care of Vah Medoh, or being the champion of Rito, to search for this blessed Hylian.

Thus lead him to his current predicament, flying high in the night sky, the moon being full and bright and his only light source. He could easily see every rock, every crevice of each hill, mountain and cliff side, every monster sleeping peacefully. 

He was glad he decided to do this at night, it gave him more comfort that things were more quiet, and that as long he was quiet, there was a lower possibility of him getting caught by monsters. So landing in the exact place as to where he had met the stranger, he started walking into the direction he saw her injured and battered figure flee towards. He kept on walking for an indefinite period of time, he was pretty sure that it was at least 1AM judging by the position of the moon. So giving up, he created an up drafted that carried him high into the air, and allowed him to glide. That was until he heard a noise with screaming words that he had never heard of before.

YOU’RE IN MY HEART! IN MY HEART! IN MY HEAD! 

 Upon instinct, Revali changed his flight pattern completely in order to follow the sound of the noise. And thankful to his speed he was able to find the source quickly. It was located upon a rock, a really tall rock, one that acted as a pillar with a large platform. And laying down in the centre of the platform was the girl he had met a few days prior in the rain. 

Keeping suspended in the air, he decided to stay there and observe her for a few moments, since it was quite obvious that she was awake. She was surrounded by jars full of strange liquids and in them were, based on what he could tell, were the organs of creatures such as Bokoblin’s, Moblin’s and even maybe Lizalfos. There were even some others that he did not recognise.

There was even a Bokoblin there, dead, with a Y-incision on the chest showing the ribs. Blood surrounding the poor creature and even making a small trail to the girl, who happened to be lying down, tossing and turning every once in a while, with an exasperated expression on her face, kicking a bloodied and broken soldiers claymore further away from her. Leading Revali to believe that she broke it to use the swords shards to cut open the monster. 

Upon closer inspection the girl was bloodied also, but then again she was wearing the same clothing of when they first met. Revali could even recognise some of the stains on the strange designed shirt. From his position, he saw her grab a small rectangular object and put it in her back pocket of her short mid-thigh trousers. 

She had gotten up from her lying down position and made her way to collecting all the jars, placing them in a large chest, meanwhile grabbing out a large and thick diary, and based on what he could see through his peripheral view, was one of many. The girl then proceeded to write something, then stopped, and using the Bokoblin’s own flesh, covered its gapping chest, only to the return to writing in her diary. 

Seizing this as the opportunity to approach, Revali landed on the edge of the platform gracefully, and proceed to take out the blade from a small pocket attached to his tunic, as he proceeded to the girl, though stopped a short distance behind her. It was very clear that she had know of his presence, for his moonlit shadow cast over her, and as much as his landing was graceful, it was not silent, as the slight breeze and “whoosh” sound created gave him away. 

With her back was facing him, all she did was tilt her head slightly, as in to acknowledge his presence, and roughly asked bitterly, “What do you want?” as she wrote down in her book fervently.

Revali just stared at her for a short period of time before bringing forth his cocky attitude, and merely replied with, “Well I just came to return something that you have dropped on our last encounter.” He then proceeded to walk around till her was now in front of her, and left the item on the book they had been writing on, then turned away slightly to the side in such a way that he could lift his head high with self pride and still see her face, “you may now thank me!” He claimed though got no response. 

 All she did was grab the item, twirl it around in her fingers, closed the book and grasped the item tightly. Revali saw this, and was not expecting this outcome, he would’ve preferred her to gush about how grateful she is towards him for returning such a rare item back. “You know, if I were anyone else I would have kept that thing! But as the Rito Champion, as you can see, it is my duty to help others,” he stated in a cocky way, making sure to lower himself so that he was face-to-face with the strange, “You are welcome…” He finished as he kept on staring at her face.

All she had was a focused, cold and calculated poker face, as she set down the item, re-opened her book, and said, “Rito… so that’s what you are…” and began to write down the word as the title of the page. Upon closer inspection, Revali took a look at the page, seeing a surprisingly accurate drawing of him in his armour, with labelled body parts, as the stranger finished writing ‘Rito’ in a strange and barely legible writing.

“Is there something you need? ” she said as she stood up quickly, making Revali jump back in surprise as he tried to cover it up quickly, and she made her way to the chest getting out the large travellers bag, and putting in her jars carefully and gently. 

 “Yes there is actually, you still have not thanked me yet and-” he paused in order to get closer to her, pulled back some of her hair to reveal a curved ear, “-you still have not answered my question from a few days ago!” 

 She quickly swatted his feathery hand away from her face, ear and hair, all while jerking backwards and clasping a hand to cover her ear. “What question?” she asked harshly.

“The question about your ears, what happened to them? And why aren’t they pointed like that of a regular Hylian?!” He continued to press on with his questioning, as he advance over to her, making her take a few steps back. 

“Their normal where I come from! There’s nothing wrong with them!” she shouted as she dodged his advancement and headed back to her bag. Just stood there frozen in shock and highly skeptical, ‘normal’ is not a word he would use in her situation, though she did say 'where I come from’. So kicking his confidence up a notch, he turned round to see her continuing to pack up he things, “And where exactly do you cone from? Pray tell.”

His voice oozed with confidence, as if to test her, as he smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. Though when she replied, she wasn’t even phased by him and merely said, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you…” She had then finished and proceed to place the bag on her back. 

Revali just took a long stride to be closer to her, while cheekily smirking and placing his face closer to hers, as well as bending down slightly to meet her at eye level as he was at least a head and a half taller than her. “Oh please! Do go on! I insist! Do tell me where you are from!”

He continued to look at her challengingly, though was surprised with the remark she told him, “Easiest answer would be from space!” He just stared at her for a few seconds, before bursting into laughter.

“Alright I believe you!” He said in between breathes of his heavy laughter. 

 “No you don’t…” the girl said unphased by his reaction.

 “Oh no no no, I do, I truly do!” He claimed sarcastically before laughing again.

She just stared at him, he trying to compose himself though failing instantly, “I feel like your mocking me…” and turned round to leave once she said that.

Though Revali was quick to stop her, by grabbing her wrist and twisted it in such a way that she was facing him, “Well if you do not want to be mocked and embarrassed, I suggest you prove your claim…” He stated once again all up in her face, “Prove that you are from elsewhere and not here…”

 She stared at him coldly, before reaching into her pocket to reach out for the item Revali had retrieved her, taking a step back she held the item in both hands, making sure that the hand near the blade didn’t get nicked, and showed it to Revali. “This is what we call a scalpel, a medical tool used to cut beings open!”

 Revali knew that it was an unusual item but he need much more poof than that, so he crossed his arm and gave an unimpressed look. So placing her bag down, she stomped over to the dead Bokoblin, and making a sign for Revali to go next to her, to which he did though was highly reluctant about it. 

 She reopened up the Bokoblin’s chest and continue, “To cut this guy up, I used a Y-incision, which surgeons perform to replace organs, remove harmful items, and other functions, now to cut him up we use the scalpel, ” to which she demonstrated by grabbing her scalpel and cutting off a small chunk of flesh from the corpse, “ and that is what we call an “operation.’ ” 

 She this time turned to Revali who was now in deep thought, “You use magic to heal injuries, we do this back were I come from, so….” 

 “As interesting as this is,” Revali started, “it doesn’t mean anything, it could just mean you’re insane…” he claimed. 

 “Eh you’re right about that,” she stated, making him turn to her wide eyed and move a little distance away from her, but then the memory of there first meeting resurfaced. More specifically, the crazed look in her eyes. 

 “Anyway more proof,” she stated, snapping him out his train of thought, “I am a Human, not a Hylian, a HUMAN, if you want the scientific name, I’m a Homo sapien,” she ended smugly as Revali just stared at her like she grew a second head.

“So let me get this straight, you’re a Hyoo-man?” 

 “Human, and yes!” 

 “That still doesn’t explain anything!” Revali exclaimed exasperatedly and confused.

 “Oh my god! You are being just as difficult as a woman on Earth! And that’s saying something coming from me!” She said through it a miniature fit.

 “Earth?” 

 “Yes, Earth! It’s where I come from! It’s my home!” 

 Revali just stared at her all skeptical till a thought occurred to him, “It’s alright…” he reassured her, “you just hit your pretty little head a little too hard, that must be why your having these strange thoughts in your mind!” He stated as he pat the girls back in reassurance.

 “ What?” she questioned in a dangerously low voice, making sure she heard his words correctly. 

 “Well it is quite obvious that one would lose their head when I am around!” He stated smugly, taking back his feathered hand from her back, “after all, I am the best Rito warrior! But there is no need for you make baseless claims just to make yourself seem greater than me!” 

 She just turned her head towards him, she looked like she was about to burst one of her own veins, though didn’t as she groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose in realisation. She WAS stating 'baseless claims’, so with a sigh of defeat, she said, “If I show you some of the technology I have with me, THEN will you believe me?” 

 Revali just kept his smug smirk plastered onto his face, thinking he has already seen all the technology of his world, and she wouldn’t be showing him anything else than what he has already seen. So he left her with a 'perhaps…’ She went over to her bag, and grabbed some items from her bag, and made her way back to him. Sitting down next to him she laid out the items in the space between them, then picked up one of the items. It was a large rectangular object, it seemed on surface was lined with black glass and on the edge were buttons of some sort. 

 “This is a battery bank, we use it to charge mobile devices,” she said as she gave him the 'battery bank’, reluctantly he took it, and started to turned it over and around, seeing its design and feeling its smoothness, finding a hole on one side, till he came in contact with the glass.

 “What is this glass for?” 

 “Those are solar panels, they’re used to absorb sun light and convert it into energy for the battery bank to function properly.” 

 Curiously, Revali touched one of the two buttons, and the battery bank lit up a vibrant blue. Revali had only seen the sort of blue in one place, and that was in bombs. So in shock he tossed it into the air, and moved further away from the self proclaimed 'human’ and her items. Thankfully for her, he threw it in such a way that it was easy to catch from where she was sitting. 

 “What are you doing?! Get rid of that thing!” Revali yelled in panic.

“What do mean?” she asked in plain confusion.

 “That’s a bomb! Get rid of it!” He continued yelling. 

 It had suddenly clicked to the human girl that, he thought it was something dangerous, so quickly pressing a button, she showed it to him again, to show that it wasn’t glowing and rapidly explained. “Don’t worry! It’s not a bomb! You just pressed the button that charged it.” 

 “The… what?”

 “The button you pressed activates it to start charging, it lights up blue like that when it does, green when it is fully charged and doesn’t need any more sunshine.” 

 Revali paused in order to process all the information she had just shared with him. This was hard to believe, this was not what he had expected. 

 “Hey are you okay?” she said snapping him out of his thoughts, and he looked up he saw the first concerned look her saw on her face, “Do you want me to show you something else or-….?”

 “Stop,” he interrupted, “I think that’s enough…” he ended shakily. “Do you believe me now?” 

 “Yes and no… let’s just say I’m skeptical, but on the verge of believing…” 

 “…. and I can live with that…” 

 After the short monologue, the two just stared at each other for a while until the sun began to rise. 

 “The sun’s rising…” the human stated. 

 “I can tell,” Revali chuckled at her response, “What does it have to do with anything?”

 “….. doesn’t the 'best Rito warrior’ have things to take care of?” The girl shrugged and questioned. 

 For a moment Revali made a beeline, wondering what she was talking about, till it suddenly hit him. He was the Rito Champion! He had duties to take care of! He spent the whole night looking for and staying with a girl- who apparently was from a different world! 

 Staggering to his talon-ed feet, he dashed to one side of the pillar, and was about to jump off as a boost to fly. Though he stopped just before he was about to jump, and quickly turned to the girl and asked her, “What’s your name?” 

 This puzzled the girl, “Why would you like to know?”

Revali just gained an egotistical smirk on his beak, “Well I would like to know the name of the stranger, who by the way should consider themselves lucky, that has been acquainted with my presence,” he ended. 

“Well Revali-” 

 “How do you know my name? As far as I know, I never told it to you!” he interrupted as his eyes narrowed considerably. 

 All she did was scoff and stand up, “Just because I haven’t been here long, doesn’t mean I don’t know anything, and besides, you Champions are quite the talk of the town. Anyways, I’ve been here long enough, to know enough…”

 Revali just shifted his weight to one leg and crossed his arms over his chest, “Well what can I say, I’m one of the few whose abilities have caught the Kings interest!” He stated as his smug smirk returned.

“And besides….” This caught Revali ’s attention, “I’m (Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N)…”

 “Well than ’(Y/N)’, ” Revali started as he turned around, with his back facing the human, opened his wings dramatically, then turned his head to one side to face y/n, “I’ll be keeping an eye on you…” 

 And with that he took off, leaving a gust of harsh wind behind, causing the human now named (y/n) to cover her face. As Revali quickly flew back to Rito village, with his mind to wonder, “What in all of Hyrule have I gotten myself into?”


Note: This was inspired by Mod Pinks @lesserfandomappreciation

I want you ~ Khal Drogo (1)

So I found out that there were not many Khal Drogo x Reader fics so i decided to write my own. There will be two parts :D This is for @book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure for goodluck with her exams and just because we both love him XD 

Warnings : Long 

Enjoy ~ 

Originally posted by werenotprettygirls

It was nerve-wrecking to wait for the Dothraki. Daenerys was being sold off as a bride to the Dothraki, if they were statisfied with how she looked. “How long is it going to take untill those savages are here.” Viserys hissed out annoyed. You couldn’t quite understand why he had done such a thing to wed her off for a army but you couldn’t change his mind. “They will be here soon mi’lord.” You answered to him. Your eyes still on Daenerys. The sound of horses coming closer was the thing that made you really awake, that this wasn’t just a dream of sorts.

Adrenaline rushes through your body, your mind worrying about your misstres. She was visibly nervous and scared but had no chance. This all seemed like it was when you were sold to the Targaryen house. 

The leader of the savages was the one who had the longest hair and looked at Daenerys, inspecting how she looked and opened his mouth. “Vos” He growled out. His eyes were making eye contact with Viserys before he looked at you. The heart in your chest beating faster than before. “Shafka” The air hitched in your neck as you reconized the word. ‘You.’ Viserys turned around and looked at you with disgrace but smirked. “Seems he wants you, so go with him.” He said annoyed.

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crunchie-morris  asked:

JackCrutchie with 11?

Alright… so this took so long to write, because it’s way, way too long. I’m not even sure how it got this long it just… it just did. So, here you go and thank you for asking!!

TW: Alcohol, Food, a tiny mention of abuse but nothing really bad at all because nothing happened? I don’t know how to state that… but yeah the whole thing is about alcohol so just proceed with caution if you need to. ~~~~~~

It had only been about half an hour in, and Crutchie found himself actually enjoying the party that he had been dreading going to for days. It wasn’t that he didn’t love the people at the party, it was just the party itself. Particularly a beverage at the party itself that had him worried.

But Jack somehow talked him into it and now Crutchie was glad he did. He hadn’t felt this happy for a while.

Well he was happy, until Race pulled out multiple bottles of beer from no where. Suddenly Crutchies stomach felt tight and air wasn’t getting in to his lungs easily. Without a word he turned around and left the apartment.

“…What?” Spot asked a little confused, looking at where Crutchie just left to.

“Maybe he needs some air?” Jojo tried suggesting, not understanding why Crutchie left in the middle of his sentence to him.

Jack was equally confused, and weaved his way through the crowd of people to follow him, to find out what’s up.

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Liquor Stash Chapter 11!

FINALLY, an update for my Otayuri trash fic.

It took me this long dears, because unfortunately real life kind of got in the way of writing and such. So if you have been waiting for this, thank you for your patience and I hope this proves to be satisfying!

What happens? Well, an entire chapter of pure smut. 

Yuri and Otabek do the deed. Yuri gets a nickname in the proces. You all know what it is. 

TalesFromTheFrontDesk: Swat Sting!

I work at a brand new, like 3 months old, select service hotel in a fairly popular capitol city right now. I was recently promoted to FOM, and am still extremely pumped about that. Now, I come from full service, big brand name, luxury properties, so this is by far the smallest property I’ve worked at.

Well, recently I took a call from my night auditor at around 3 AM that the SWAT team just came in, smashed a door down, brought a guest to the ground in the hallway, and proceed to arrest another person in the room.

I guess long story short, SWAT was doing a sting operation where the girlfriend of a suspected meth dealer was supposed to simply open the door, let them in and take the boyfriend. That obviously didn’t happen, so SWAT took the battering ram and smashed the door down with guns in hand.

So that was cool….

By: angryfurniture

Opposites Attract - Damian Wayne x Reader - Part Two

Part One

Requested by Anon -  a part 2 for opposites attract.


Damian wasn’t sure what this relationship with you was. After releasing the balloons, Damian had taken you out for coffee. He got a simple black coffee while you ordered a sugary, complicated drink that took the barista five minutes to make. Besides that, Damian had enjoyed the time with you. He walked you back to your home, finding it to be a complete and utter mess. After holding back the urge to clean, Damian left you to go back to the manor.

The truth was Damian wasn’t sure how to proceed. He liked you a lot, and his fingers were still twitching with need to draw you, but you both were so different. You seemed to be a bit disorganized, had a need for excessive amounts of sugar, and you lacked the gracefulness shared by most of Damian’s other love interests. However, you were beautiful, witty, and intelligent. You had a certain air that showed how much you cared about the people around you, something Damian was fascinated by.

Due to his indecisiveness, Damian decided to seek advice from someone he could trust. He took a long time to decide who he should go to, but eventually he chose to approach Dick with his problem. After all, Dick seemed to have the most successful relationships in the family.

“Grayson, I have to speak with you,” Damian demanded, marching into the gym at the manor. Dick was staying at the manor for the next week to use Batman’s resources to help with his own case. 

“I’ll all ears, Dami,” Dick answered as he flipped through the air to make another pass on the uneven bars.  Damian watched him from a few feet away with a small amount of envy in his eyes. He wished he could move as smoothly as Dick.

“I have a problem with…a person,” Damian began, shifting around uncomfortably. Dick seemed to sense Damian discomfort, choosing to swing off the bar to land perfectly on the mat below. He walked over to Damian to look him straight in the eye.

“Is this about Bruce? Because he really shouldn’t have kicked you out of the house yesterday,” Dick said. He gave Damian a small smile, trying to ease Damian’s discomfort.   

Damian just shook his head. “My problem is not with Father. It is with someone else,” Damian explained, hating the blush that burned his cheeks. A goofy grin grew on Dick’s face as an idea of what Damian’s problem was dawned on him.

“Is this a girl problem?” Dick asked.

TT,” Damian huffed before giving Dick a tiny nod.

“Oh Dami, I’m so proud of you. When did you meet this girl?” Dick cooed, giving Damian a hug. Damian tolerated it, fearing if he protested Dick wouldn’t answer his questions. 

“I met her yesterday,” Damian answered once Dick let him go. 

Dick gave him a playful shove. “You sly fox, and you had me thinking you were just wandering around the city doing nothing yesterday,” Dick teased while Damian glared at him.

“Are you going to help me, or just continue this aimless rambling?” Damian snapped. His face was completely red now. 

“Okay, okay, what is the problem?” Dick relented, knowing if he pushed Damian too far he may never get to learn more about this mystery girl. 

Damian kicked his foot into the ground before speaking. “I met (Y/N) at the docks, and I took her out for coffee, but I am unsure how to proceed.”

“Well, do you like this girl?” Dick asked gently. He smiled when Damian gave a reluctant nod. “Then you should call her and ask her out.”

“But Grayson,” Damian protested. “I fear (Y/N) is the opposite from me in almost every way. While I am attracted to her, I worry we will not get along.”

Dick placed his hand on Damian’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “You won’t know if you don’t try it, Damian. Besides, opposites attract.” Damian furrowed his brow in thought.

“Perhaps, I will follow your advice, Grayson, but how do I ‘ask her out’?” Damian questioned after he had gathered his thoughts. 

Dick just smiled, wrapping an arm around Damian’s shoulders, guiding him out of the room. “Don’t worry, Dami. I’ll teach you,” he reassured as both men left the room. 


“Wow,” you exclaimed from the passenger seat of Damian’s black Lamborghini. It was currently parked in front of one of the most fanciest restaurants you had ever seen. You were so distracted by the sight, you didn’t notice Damian opening your door. 

“You can get out now, (Y/N),” he said, holding his hand out to help you out of the car. Slowly you took it, gulping as you watched Damian hand the car keys to a valet.  You did your best to smooth out the wrinkles in your dress while you kept your hand in Damian’s. When Damian had invited you out to dinner, you didn’t know he was going to take you to the nicest restaurant in town.

As you walked into the restaurant, you kept a tight hold on Damian. You were terrified you would trip and fall, or break something. Everything was too fancy for your clumsiness. Damian gave you a tight smile, trying to calm you, but you sensed he was uncomfortable too, even if he wasn’t as scared as you were. 

“Do you eat at places like this all the time?” you whispered, trying not to stumble as the hostess guided the both of you towards a secluded table. 

“Once and a while,” Damian answered when you both reached your table. He pulled out your chair allowing you to trip into it. After making sure you were safely in your seat, Damian slid into the chair next to you. 

“I can tell,” you commented. A waitress appeared to pour water into the two wine glasses on the table. “The smaller fork is for the salad, right?”

“Yes, it is,” Damian confirmed as the waitress handed menus to both of you. You bit your lip nervously, fiddling with the menu. Everything was in a language you didn’t know. 

You opened your mouth to ask before closing it again, feeling like an idiot. A blush burned to your face as you gathered the courage to speak. “What would you recommend?” 

Damian looked at you knowingly. “I usually order the Légumes Printaniers Du Jardin, but if you are a meat-eater my father always orders the steak.” He spoke kindly, not wanting to hurt your feelings. 

“Oh, I’ll just have what you are having,” you replied, sharply closing your menu. You laid it on the table, and almost knocked over your water glass. Damian caught it just in time. “Sorry,” you whispered, ducking your head down. 

Damian studied you. “You are nervous.”

“Was it that obvious?” you laughed halfheartedly. You looked through the menu again, only to notice that the numbers below the menu items must be the prices. Biting your lip, you realized the dish Damian recommended was more than you could afford. 

“Why are you nervous?” Damian asked, carefully setting his own menu down. You decided to ignore this question.

“Is it possible for you to loan me the money for my meal?” you whispered shamefully. “I don’t have enough with me.” You reached for your water glass, and almost knocked it over once again. 

Damian raised an eyebrow. “I am paying, (Y/N). I never intended for you to pay for your own meal.”

“Oh,” you said, carefully picking up your water glass with two hands. You gulped most of it down. “Thank goodness,” you whispered into your glass as the prices on the menu seemed to jump out at you. 

“You didn’t answer my question,” Damian stated bluntly. He suspected what your problem was, but he wanted to be certain. 

“What was your question again?” you asked innocently while you took the utmost care setting your glass back down. You made sure it was secure before slowly putting your hands back in your lap. 

TT,” Damian huffed, annoyed, but slightly fascinated with your round-about way of speaking. If anyone else did this to him, he would have left already, but it just made you more interesting. “Why are you nervous?”

You paused for a moment, thinking of your next words. “I might have some first date jitters,” you admitted reluctantly. You weren’t going to say anymore, but a look from Damian made you continue. “Okay, honestly this place makes me nervous.” 

“How?” Damian asked quietly. He knew why, but he wanted to hear your reasons. Besides, it was a way to keep the conversation going. Dick had warned him about the dangers of letting the conversation die. 

“It’s so fancy,” you explained, holding up your hands. “Which isn’t bad, but I haven’t been to a place like this before. It’s all just a little overwhelming, and I’m afraid I’ll spill something, or break something…” You let your voice fade away, studying Damian to see if you insulted him. 

Damian stared at you with a blank expression, but you could detect the amusement in his steely eyes. A small smirk played upon his lips. “Since we are being honest,” he began, leaning towards you. “This place makes me nervous too.” 

“Then why are we here?” you laughed gently, smiling when he chuckled as well. 

“I was given advice as to how to take you out for a date, and this was where my father takes his dates, so I just assumed,” Damian admitted, taking your hand in his under the table. You blushed at his touch. “Do you wish to leave?”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “No, we can stay since we already have a table and everything. It would be a waste otherwise, because the waitress would have to reset the table even though we didn’t use anything.” Damian realized he had never thought about that. You leaned in closer to him. “Just promise me, you won’t let me make a fool out of myself.” 

“You have my word,” Damian promised, lifting your entwined hands out from under the table to press a kiss to the back of your hand. You both smiled at each other until the sound of someone clearing their throat jerked you apart. Damian and you blushed as you both met the waitress’ eye. You smiled at her while Damian quickly snapped into his normal stoic behavior. Sharing a glance with one another, you both readied yourself for the rest of the evening.


“You don’t have to walk me to my front door,” you protested as Damian once again opened your car door for you. He was being quite persist about it, going so far as to lock your door, so you couldn’t get out until he opened it. You took his offered hand to successfully exit the Lamborghini. 

TT,” Damian huffed, keeping a tight grip on your hand. You had tripped on the curb the last time you had stepped out of his vehicle. 

Dinner had gone well, except for you spilling your water glass two times. It got on your dress the second time, but it was dry by the time you left. The food was great, leaving you both happy and content.

After dinner, you chose where to go next, and you brought him to the bookstore. You both spent a good hour and a half wondering around the store together, talking and exploring different books together. Eventually, you both got so distracted that you realized you had almost missed your curfew. Damian drove like a mad man to get you back in time. 

“It looks like my parents haven’t call the police yet,” you teased, gesturing to the one of the lit windows in your house as Damian walked you towards your front door. His hand was still tightly entwined with yours.

“Why would they call the police?” Damian asked, raising an eyebrow at you. You laughed at his quizzical expression.

“It’s just a joke we have,” you explained. “Mostly because I don’t go out enough to be late for my curfew, so my parents joke that if I am late it’s probably because I got kidnapped.” The smile on your face fell when you saw the fear and horror on Damian’s face. 

“I would never let someone get you, (Y/N),” Damian stated seriously. “I promise you.” Your eyes went wide at his statement, but you were able to make a smile appear on your face.

“That’s nice to know. Thank you, Damian,” you said as you both reached your front door. “And thank you for tonight, it was lovely.” 

A smirk appeared on Damian’s face. “It was my pleasure,” he replied, raising your hand to kiss the back of it. You sent him a teasing smile.

“We’re going to have to do better than that,” you interjected. You took a step closer to Damian before pressing your lips against his. The shock was evident in Damian’s response, but he soon he kissed you back with a passion you never knew he had. 

You both jumped apart a moment later when the outside light of your house flicked on, startling you. A blush burned onto both your faces as you bumped into your front door to find the door knob. You ripped open the door, entering the house only to peek your head out a second later.

“Call me,” you whispered before shutting the door, and securing the lock. You leaned against the door, and dissolved into a fit of giggles. Your lips were still burning from the pressure of Damian’s kiss.

Meanwhile, Damian was frozen on your doorstep. His mind was running in circles, trying to understand what happened. A rare smile broke out on his face as he slowly turned to walk towards his waiting Lamborghini. Damian swore the first thing he was going to do tomorrow was call you.    

I’m Just a Tall Child

Requested by: @lostamongstthecosmos
Scenario: You and TOP haven’t admitted feelings yet, he sees you with a child, loves it but secretly jealous of all the attention the child gets. The child then proceeds to say that the two of you should get married?
A/N: I felt like this started off in a good direction and then I died. Writing TOP is so tiring, because he’s complicated as hell and I just want to write him as close to who he really is as I can get. I hope this is something close to what you were looking for, my dear. I apologize it took so long for me to get it out. ENJOY!
Genre: TOP x Reader
Words: 4380

Disclaimer: The gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it. - Rumi

TOP held a complexity that often left you baffled.

His mind vast with knowledge that, with the right questions asked, he unleashed eloquently and unrehearsed. His excitement at your input shimmering behind dark eyes that held barriers you’d yet to breach.

He could be charismatic and artistic in one fatal swoop, yet dark and sharp like that of his favorite wine. Mysterious with a childlike innocence that made him almost feel whimsical, instead of melancholy.

The months’ you’d shared with him were wrapped up in long nights and brief mornings. Each other’s features continuously shrouded around warm orange hues of rising light or shaded in shadows of stars. The scent of his expensive roast of coffee mixed in with the faded aroma of stale cigarette and cologne lingering on your clothes. The same way a delicate brush of fingertips outlined your skin; as if he’d set to paint every imperfection you claimed you’d had. A quiet, “Hmph,” always exclaiming between pressed lips of his disapproval at your harsh self-criticisms.

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Seashell

A/N: Super angsty stuff ahead. Fic deals with illness and death, be warned. I got the idea to this fic from ask sent by @manju-butt


TW: character death


*****


Saizo knew she had not been well, but he had left on a mission anyway, promising to be back soon. But when he returned he did not find her at her room. Nor in his room. Nor the kitchen.

Next stop he made was to see Yukimura, who was training in the yard. Saizo showed up next to him, startling him.

“Saizo! Don’t scare me like that!”

“Where is she?” Saizo asked, looking at Yukimura seriously. Yukimura averted his eyes and fidgeted for a while, before he mumbled,

“Follow me.”

He led Saizo to the edge of the castle grounds, to a small building separated from others. On its veranda was a tray that was still filled with food. Saizo didn’t say anything, he just stared at the building with dark expression.

“I… The doctor thought she should stay here… until he finds out what’s wrong with her…”

“What happened?”

“She collapsed few days after you left. She had a slight fever, but the cough she has had was what made the doctor isolate her. There have been several cases of the lung decease in the town and people are scared. The doctor will come to see her tomorrow.” Yukimura said quietly.

Saizo walked towards the building, ignoring Yukimura, who shout behind him,

“Didn’t I just tell you she is in isolation?! I have to warn you, she’s…!”

Saizo slid the door open and stepped inside. No isolation was going to keep him away from her. He was going to stay by her side until one of you died. He smiled bitterly to himself, he had always thought the one to go first would be him.

Her bedding and a small desk were the only things in the room and Saizo sat silently next to her, waiting for her to wake up. 


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anonymous asked:

Rfa scenarios to mc who broke her nail bec sje's doin some stuff and her long nails broke. She cry while she file it down she's like "the holo wont touch u for now" *proceeds to cry some more*

this just happened to me today ): i worked so had growing them out only for this shit fml


Zen

  • when he heard you scream he immediately thought the worst and ran in, ready to fight someone
  • then he saw you cradling your hand, sniffling, tears rolling down you face
  • “babe?”
  • you looked up at him and felt more tears come “zen…”
  • “babe, what happened?”
  • he quickly sat in from of you and gently took your hand
  • “i…I broke my nail…”
  • he understands
  • hes had his fair share of broken nails
  • “oh, princex, itll be alright.”
  • he kissed your hand and held you while you filed it

Yoosung

  • it was early in the morning and yoosung was having breakfast
  • then he heard a little sob and turned away from his plate “mc?”
  • he stood up and walked into the livingroom to see you crying on the couch
  • “mc!”
  • he sat next to you and wrapped his arms around you
  • “sweetie, whats wrong?” he wiped your tears away as he spoke
  • when you explained what happened, he had to pause
  • “you…broke your nail? that’s why youre upset?”
  • “i-i know it seems stupid but- it took so long to get them this length!”
  • hes still confused, blinking down at you
  • “imagine if you spent months trying to get to a certain rank on LoLoL, only to get knock down back to where you began.”
  • n O
  • “im so sorry, mc!”
  • hugs you while file it down, sniffling with you at the thought

Jaehee

  • she always kept her nails clipped
  • she never saw the appeal of having long nails, they just get in the way ?
  • she came home to see you crying on the floor of the kitchen, and hastily crouched next to you, prepared to help
  • “mc, what happened? whats wrong? are you hurt? mc?”
  • mama jaehee activated
  • “jaehee, i broke my nail!”
  • she kinda wanted to giggle
  • but youre clearly genuinely distraught, and that would be incredibly rude
  • “come on, mc, lets go file it down.”
  • she kissed your temple and wiped your tears away as you did so
  • “ill grow mine out with you, okay?”


Jumin

  • he finds out when he comes home, after you stopped crying and were in the middle of filing it
  • “mc, youve been crying?”
  • “a little…”
  • you explain, and almost burst into tears again
  • confused
  • doesnt understand at all
  • he wants you to stop crying but isnt sure how
  • “i worked so hard on growing them out!!”
  • tries to call jaehee (it doesnt work)
  • tries to call seven (it works)
  • “i can get you the best nail growth products, would that help?”

707

  • he also expected the worse when he heard you
  • he ran into the room and over to you
  • “mc, whats wrong? why are you crying?”
  • also understands
  • he never thought breaking a nail was a big deal till he broke one of the fake ones during a mission
  • he was surprisingly upset
  • he painted them all pretty like ):
  • so he gets you, and files it for you, then kisses your fingers
  • “ill paint them for you when theyre the same length again, okay~”
Gerudo Holiday idea

So I’ve gotten a LOT of people asking about what kind of holidays and traditions that I think the Gerudo would have. (And YEAH, that can be a tricky one to think through, but I think I’ve finally come up with a pretty good one.)

Basically it’s a celebration of the new year during which they symbolically “cleanse” their hearts of it’s burdens and convert the hardship into something useful: Carbon Water Filters.

For the first part of the holiday traditions, the practitioner carves an effigy of themselves from some kind of hard wood. (The sculpture would be about 2 to 5 feet tall on average and vary from highly detailed to very simple, depending on the skill of the person making it.) While the practitioner carves they are supposed to quietly reflect on the events of the past year. If there are memories that weigh heavy on their hearts (causing anger, loss, grief, shame, ect  ) they whisper them to the statue as they work to symbolically let the effigy carry the burden for them.

They then put these statues on display in a prominent part of the home. They are the centerpiece for 3 days worth of family gatherings where loved ones are expected to eat, tell stories, and generally be merry and appreciate each others’ company. On the last day they gather together and burn the effigies of themselves. The burning symbolizes letting go of what has been emotionally burdening them and they view it as a cleansing of the soul.

The burning of the statues is done with the aid of metal drums to make sure that they are converted almost entirely to charcoal.

As the final part of the celebrations the charcoal is then mashed into small gavel-sized bits and used for making water filters.

This symbolizes the gerudo spirit of overcoming hardship and turning it into something beneficial. Making something like carbon water filters seems perfect for this! Especially since water is so hard to come by in their homeland, and being able to turn dirty water into something drinkable would be very important.

It would be extra cool if their effigy’s charcoal was used for their own personal water filter that they took with them on long trips. (Maybe in beautiful, long jars of thick glass.)

I could see Rinku really getting into this tradition. Ganondorf would tell her all about it, show her how to safely carve the wood, manage the fire, make the filters, ect. (And Yes, Rinku would then proceed to get charcoal dust EVERYWHERE around the castle.) I kinda wanna write a mini fic on this.

This was inspired by a dream I had the other night. Includes a bestfriend!Michael and a boyfriend!luke with lots of angst.

You were buzzing, absolutely buzzing from excitement. 6 months had come and gone without seeing your boyfriend. Sure you had Skype, but that couldn’t replace the amazing feeling of actually holding your boyfriend, cuddling him, kissing him. You both kept in contact through text and phone calls, but it was often difficult. Your time zones seemed to always conflict; Luke would be asleep when you called him and you the same when he called. When you actually scheduled times for you to have a phone call date he would forget, falling asleep after a show or you would be swamped with work not being able to answer the call. But none of that mattered at this moment because in this moment you were walking down the hallway to his apartment. Michael had helped you organize a trip to LA while the boys were there between two legs of the tour. So you were here, ready to surprise your boyfriend. You couldn’t wait to be a tourist in LA, you’d never been to California before so while you were excited to see your boyfriend you were also thrilled to explore somewhere new. When you finally reached the door you stopped for a second, slightly nervous to see Luke after such a long time. You took a deep breathe and proceed to unlock the door to Michael and Lukes shared apartment. Michael had given you directions, let you know that Luke’s room was down the long hallway to the right when you walked in the door. You quietly shut the door, not wanting to give away your presence. You made your way down the hallway, your hands were shaking faintly from nerves. Your hand found the door knob, you were so ready to finally see Luke. What you weren’t ready for was the sight that met you when you swung that door open.

“What the fuck,” You exclaimed, but your voice was no louder than a whisper. The breath was knocked out of your lungs and that small whisper was all you could manage to muster out. There was Luke standing, leaning against the bed his broad pale body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, his hands were entangled in a girl’s hair who was on her knees in front of him. Her fingers were scraping down his stomach, eliciting a soft moan from his mouth. His head was thrown back, eyebrows pursed together causing a little crease to form between them, his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, it was a look you had seen many times. It was a look that you had been the reason for on multiple occasions. The girls cherry red lips were wrapped around his dick, moving slowly up and down. Both of them were so caught up in the euphoria, in the lust filled atmosphere they didn’t even notice you standing there in utter shock.

“What the FUCK!” You exclaimed again, louder this time. They both jumped, startled at your sudden appearance in the room they thought was empty. Luke’s crystal blue eyes went wide; he was terrified because he got caught. His hands went down to cover himself, the girl who was still kneeling on the floor mimicked his actions on her own body.

“(Y/N),” He croaked out, his throat was constricted, impossibly tight. “Uh, what a um surprise to see you.” He took a step toward you, not sure how to handle the situation.

“Yeah, Luke what a big fucking surprise,” You said, no emotion in your voice.

“I..I can explain this, (Y/N). Just let me uh put something on,” He said casting desperate glances around the room for literally any article of clothing.

“No, Luke. I am not going to listen to you create some bull shit excuse for cheating on me. I am not even a little bit interested in the intricate story you would come up with to justify throwing away an almost two year long relationship. Listen to me very fucking clearly because I am only saying this once. We. Are. Over. This relationship is so over it’s not even funny,” You said your voice serious, not giving him any evidence of this affecting you. You were not going to let him see you cry. It was embarrassing enough to walk in on your boyfriends dick being sucked by a girl that was very clearly not you, but to then break down in tears in front of them both? That was not happening. So you channeled the anger, the white hot rage that coursed through your bloodstream that’s what you focused on. Luke was still standing a few feet in front of you frozen in place from your words, his hands were, pathetically enough, still covering the head that he obviously used to make decisions. Quickly turning on your heels you made your way out of the apartment.


“(Y/N)! Wait! Please!” His voice cracked with emotion as he snatched a pair of sweats off a nearby chair.


“Fuck off,” You called continuing your march towards the front door, your head held high. You kept your composure until you shut the door to the apartment behind you. That is when you let the tears flow freely down your face, a sob escaping your lips. You knew he would follow you, but you couldn’t handle that. Couldn’t deal with him anymore than you already had. So you began to run, you pushed your legs hard pumping your arms fast. You didn’t know where you were running to, all you knew was that you wanted to get as far away from Luke as possible. You ignored the elevator and made your way to the staircase, the stairs all blurred together as more and more tears formed in your eyes, but you pushed on making it to the empty lobby of the building and out the front door. As you exited you almost immediately flew into familiar arms.

“Woah, there speed racer. Where are you running off to?” Michael said with a chuckle until he saw the tears falling from your eyes. He grabbed the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks in his hands wiping away at the tears, “(Y/N), what happened?”

“I…caught…Luke..he…was,” You tried to form a coherent sentence, but between the tears and the running you were out of breath. The tightness in your chest from your emotions was just intensified from the physical exertion you just displayed.

“Breathe. Breathe, (Y/N),” Michael said rubbing your back, trying to do anything he could to calm you down. He grabbed your hand with his free one and led to to a bench to sit down. He continued to rub your back as you sat in silence attempting to catch your breath.

“Okay, honey please tell me what the hell happened up there?” Michael asked when your breathing returned to normal. You looked at him your eyes still watering. You didn’t want to say it aloud, that would make this even more real.

“Luke, he..he was cheating on me. I actually walked in on him in the act of cheating,” You said looking down at your hands.

“That fucker,” Michael growled rising to his feet ready to go knock some sense into his obviously idiotic friend, but you grabbed onto his hands and pulled him back down on the bench next to you.

“Please, don’t.”

“No, (Y/N) he deserves a nice ass kicking and I will gladly be the one to give it to him,” The fire in his eyes could not be missed, but you pulled him back down again when he tried to get up for the second time.

“No, Michael. I will not have you get in the middle of this. He is just as much your friend as I am. I am not going to be the reason you two stop being friends,” You said firmly, wiping away the remaining tears on your face.

“If he wanted to remain friends with me he shouldn’t have screwed with my best friend,” He replied grabbing your hands and giving them a squeeze. “I am sorry my friend, this idiot I am associated with, hurt you.”

“Don’t apologize. It isn’t your fault Mikey,” You said giving his hands a light squeeze. “Um, do you think you will be able to give me a ride back to the airport tonight?” You asked after a beat of silence passed.

“Wait, why?” He asked shocked, his gaze lifting from your interlocked hands to your eyes looking back at him.

“Well, I am going home. The whole reason I came was to surprise my boyfriend. He is now my ex boyfriend. So the whole point of this trip has fallen through,” You said with a shrug of your shoulders, trying not to think about the events that had taken place in the last twenty minutes too much. Not wanting to succumb to the sobs that wanted to escape your chest.

“But..but just because Luke is a dick doesn’t mean you should ruin your vacation. You deserve to have this trip. You were so excited to explore! You already took the time off work, you might as well stay and occupy your mind with fun things instead of thinking about that dumb ass. I know you, don’t forget that, I know that’s what you will spend the entire flight doing.. So, stay? Please. I’m still your best friend..that hasn’t changed right? We can have a best friend vacation these next two weeks. Instead of doing all the things you had planned with Luke you can do them with me,” He proposed this idea. You almost turned him down, just wanting to get the hell away from Luke. To be in a place where there wasn’t any possibility of a chance encounter. The sparkle in Michael’s eyes convinced you to stay though. He was just trying to do whatever he could to mend any of the pain his friend had caused. Michael did have a point too, you already payed for the trip and took the time off work. You just gave him a nod, letting him know you would in fact stay in LA like planned.

“(Y/N)!!!” Luke’s voice caused your body to tense up. Michael jumped up quickly blocking you from his view.

“Get the fuck out of here, Luke,” He practically growled at the blonde boy.

“(Y/N), please I need you to hear me out. It didn’t mean anything, I just needed something physical. Some physical contact that’s all,” His voice cracked frequently when he spoke, the emotion evident.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you, Hemmings,” Michael said again, pissed he was being ignored. You stood up beside Michael and examined the boy in front of you. He looked almost fragile, his hands were shaking at his sides, his hair was sticking up in all different directions reminding you that he pulled on it when he was frustrated. He barely had more clothes on than he did when you saw him earlier. All he managed to pull on were a pair of sweats. No shoes, no shirt, the only other thing on him was the necklace he never took off, it lay still against his bare chest.  You almost felt bad for Luke until you noticed the faint scratch marks on his abdomen, thinking about how they got there made you sick to your stomach all over again.

“(Y/N), please say something,” He pleaded, his blue eyes were filled with tears. Ashton and Calum appeared seemingly out of nowhere, you didn’t know who had filled them in on what had happened, but they immediately tried to get Luke away from you. They knew at this moment and time no one was in the right mindset to be having any kind of conversations with each other. Everyone needed time to cool down, to think. They both grabbed one of Luke’s arms.

“Come on, Luke stop this. Go back to your room and pull yourself together,” Ashton said in his calming voice.

“I’m fine,” Luke said firmly, his stormy eyes never leaving yours.

“Mate, you are not fine. Go inside, go put a fucking shirt and some shoes on. Maybe, you can talk about this later with (Y/N), but now is not the time,” Calum said tugging the boy towards the lobby entrance.

“No,” Luke said trying, unsuccessfully, to pull his arm out of Calums grasp, “(Y/N), please. Tell me this isn’t hopeless. Tell me I didn’t just lose one of the best things in my life. Please, God (Y/N), Tell me we can come back from this.”

Calum and Ashton started to work harder to pull the resistant boy back into the building.

“(Y/N), tell me we are going to be okay,” Luke begged his body closer to the lobby doors.

“I need to hear your voice. Please. (Y/N)! Tell me we are going to be okay. I need to hear you say we are going to be okay!” Those were the last words you heard before the doors swung closed on a pleading Luke.

Stony Prompt #48

Anonymous sent: “You’ve seen civil war right? If not, please don’t read this prompt until you do, cause spoilers. So that part of the movie where Steve raises his shield and Tony covers his face because he thinks Steve is going to kill him. Imagine some time later, Tony is sleeping in a bed, with Steve and he has a nightmare about that, about Steve being about to kill him with his shield. And it’s Steve who wakes him up and when Tony sees Steve over him he loses his shit and kinda panics.”

A/N: Please note that for this, Tony and Steve have been in a relationship before Civil War happened. Also, JARVIS is still here and Tony still has the ARC reactor.

This doesn’t have a very happy end, either. 

TRIGGER WARNINGS for a panick attack: Proceed with caution!


Tony hasn’t been sleeping well for a while. It’s not surprising, given his long list of emotional trauma. There are plenty of things that have happened that cause him terrible nightmares, bad enough to wake him up screaming, or crying, or both.

Before the Sokovia Accords, there was always Steve next to him, comforting him. And while it took them some time to find back together again, they managed it. So Tony is no longer alone when the nightmares come to poison his dreams.

The nightmares used to be about Afghanistan.

The cave, cold and dark and the car battery in his chest shocking him, the guards shouting at him while they push his head underwater. Yinsen, who told him not to waste his life before dying.  

They used to be about Obi.

Obi, whom he had thought of as the caring father he never had and who had ordered to kill him, who had tried to kill him with his own hands, who had wanted to hurt Pepper.

It used to be the Palladium, a constant pain in his chest, slowly killing him.

It used to be New York and the wormhole, Killian and AIM, it used to be Ultron.

It used to be.

Now, though…

Lately, Tony has been dreaming about the war they have fought, against each other, the team ripped apart. He sees Rhodey falling from the sky, hears the terrible noise when his best friend crashed into the ground. He feels the panic, the paralyzing fear from when he’d checked for Rhodey’s pulse.

He dreams about Siberia.

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