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Dragon Maid & Dragon Butler 

Advice for the signs... Part 2

Aries: If they’re going to love you, they will love you without you having to make them.

Taurus: Stop trying to control everything, it’s only going to make you unhappy.

Gemini: It’s okay to not be okay. Hang in there.

Cancer: The sooner you stop complaining the sooner you can get past it.

Leo: Sometimes you have to let someone else win.

Virgo: Being sweet only gets you so far. There are times, however few, that you just have to be a jackass.

Libra: Get off your ass and off your phone, the world is waiting for you to conquer it.

Scorpio: People sometimes leave, but remember you were you before they got there. You are still you now.

Sagittarius: Own it, don’t let anyone bring you down, ever.

Capricorn: It’s never too late for a heart to heart.

Aquarius: You are so loved, you are so loved and you don’t even know it. Let the people who love you in.

Pisces: You are an inextinguishable ray of light- don’t forget that.


Even monsters, even demons, could enjoy life.

Sober (M) Part Seven

Characters: Kwon Jiyong a.k.a G-Dragon (BIgBang), Song Mino (WINNER) 

Genre: Angst 

Part One Part Six

Originally posted by jiclass

It had been hours since you had last spoken, you supposed there was nothing you could say that could make the tense situation any better. A big part of you, the smart part of you, wanted to get up and walk out of the waiting room. Then, there’s the other part of you, the part that can’t leave Jiyong alone, stays and you’re too weak to fight against it. For your love towards Jiyong, you stay seated beside him rubbing his back comfortingly as he torments himself with what could be happening inside to his ex-girlfriend. 

“Coffee?” you suggest quietly. 

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anonymous asked:

I hope it's not a bother but- Mind telling us why Byakuya Togami got so high in you DR ranking ? I like this character a lot, so I would be interested in what you think of him, as I love your metas and writing so much!

It’s absolutely not a bother! I don’t think I’ve ever had a chance to write much about Togami before, so this should be fun.

I would honestly consider Togami one of the DR characters who has grown the most over the course of the entire series. His arc of character development is consistent while remaining believable, and I honestly find myself enjoying all the new content that’s been provided on him—even his scenes in dr3, while short, were enjoyable, and I’m incredibly interested in keeping up with the DR: Togami novels and finding out more about the Togami family in general.

Honestly, it was a surprise when I first realized just how highly I would rank Togami’s character. I hadn’t really thought of him as one of my favorite characters before—certainly, I didn’t think he would be when I started dr1. He’s rude, blunt, absolutely merciless towards others’ feelings, and it didn’t seem like the narrative would be able to pull off him achieving any development or growth without it feeling stiff and unrealistic. However… really, he just grew on me at some point.

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Still Into You

Anon said: hiii💕 so i wanted to request a BTS fluff where a member sings ‘still into you’ by paramore as a confession. i don’t mind which member, just whoever you feel fits! love yooouuu.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Pure fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.7k

Song recommendation: Still Into You, Paramore (acustic)

A/n: Okay, I do feel a bit better now, so I decided to do this for you guys, thanks for waiting, I am sorry if this is not that good, I tried my best… Love you 💕 💕  

Jungkook pov

She was so pretty.

The way her hair frames her face perfectly, her beautiful eyes, that were now stuck to the screen, they were beautiful too. I have seen the same girl for almost my whole life, but strangely, I wasn’t bored of her.

I have seen her since we were 5 years old, I remember that day perfectly, that was the day we started being best friends, that hasn’t changed, and it won’t.


“JUNGKOOK” the teacher shouted at me. I looked up at her, with the red marker on my hand. “Stop drawing on the tables or you won’t have your break time, did you hear me?” She was too close, I wanted to cry.

“But, teacher, he is drawing a dog!” I heard a voice coming from the back of the classroom.

“What’s your point, (y/n)? He is drawing on the table, and that’s really bad.” The teacher shouted again.

“But you draw on that white thing every day, why can’t he draw a little innocent dog on another white thing?” The girl got up and stood next to my chair.

“Because this white thing on the wall, which is called a board, and I can clean it up when I’m done.” The teacher said again, I was scared, but the girl next to me didn’t seem to be.

“But I can clean it!! Look!!” The girl licked her hand, and started rubbing it on the table, but not even getting near my drawing.

“STOP! (y/n), Jungkook, you both will stay here during the break.” And with that the bell rang. “Everyone can go out, except for you two.” She pointed at us and took a seat on her big chair, taking her phone out.

“Hey! Nice drawing!” The girl said, I smiled, she was sweet. “Anyway, is this your dog?” I nodded. “Cute! I wished I had a dog, but my mum won’t let me.” Her bottom lip grew bigger as she looked sad to the floor.

“You can come to my house tomorrow after school!!” I said getting up. She smiled and hugged me, she was warm.

“Thank youuuu!!” She smiled and broke the hug. “You are called Jungkook, right?” I nodded, smiling. “That’s too long, now that we are friends I cannot call you like that. You are Kookie. Like the cookies you eat, but this time it’s not eatable, right?” I nodded, laughing. “But, what if you are eatable?” She looked intimidating, but with a smile on her face, I didn’t feel scared. “Let me bite you!!” She grabbed my arm, and I started running.

We both ended up getting shouted at by the teacher, that lead in us not going out during break time for a week. But after that week, we decided to just stay at the classroom for the rest of the year.

*end of flashback*

After that we became best friends, going to each other houses every now and then, to eventually having many sleepovers, that after some time moved to the living room, instead of our bedroom, because her parents were concerned when we reached 15. My parents and me totally understood that. Eventually, our parents became best friends, I mean, after your kids spend most of the time with each other it’s quite difficult for their families to not to talk.

She looked at me, taking me out of the world on my head.

“What’s up, Kookie?” She laughed, making me laugh as well. Not getting what she meant, I hummed, trying to make her continue. “You were staring at me, is everything okay?”

I should have looked really confused, because she laughed again, this time getting up.

“Where are you going?” I asked, making her stop, and look back at me.

“I am going to pee, what are you? My dad?” She laughed, mocking my voice, disappearing through the bathroom door seconds after.

At first I though that this little butterflies I got every time she looked at me will just go away after some time, but 15 years later I came to the conclusion that they won’t. I thought that this feeling of wanting to hug her and kiss her, were just because of us being teenagers, but I don’t think that anymore. I decided to just accept that I was in love with my best friend, and finally I was going to ask her to be mine tomorrow.

A vibration on the sofa took me out of my thoughts again. Her phone was ringing, so I took it, and picked up after reading her mom’s contact on the screen.

“Hey!” I said once the phone was on my ear.

“Jungkook! How are you honey? Is everything okay?” Her mum asked, realising it was my voice.

“I’m great, as well as your daughter, who is in the bathroom at the moment. How’s everyone there?”

“Oh, everyone is doing great, missing you guys tho… Is her new apartment okay? I know she is not a great cook, is she ordering take out?”

“Oh, don’t worry, she is living on takeout and frozen food… Since I just make basic stuff and your daughter burnt the cake she tried to make.” I heard a laugh on the other side of the phone and a “Hey!” coming from y/n, who was walking to the sofa looking at me.

She jumped on my lap and stole the phone from my hands, putting it on hands free.

“Hi mum!” She started saying, and even if I heard everything, I couldn’t concentrate, I was nervous. I haven’t ever wondered if she liked me back as much as I did this month. But I hope all of this was worth it, I just wished and hoped she accepted my heart.

“Kookie!” She shouted in my face making me jump. “Gosh, are you okay? You seem really lost today” She left the phone on the table and looked at me. She was right, I was lost, but I was lost thanks to her.

“Can I ask you to come with me tomorrow somewhere?” I asked out of the blue.

She laughed, messing my hair up with her hand. I loved when she did that.

“Sure, can I ask where?” She smiled at me.

“Not really, it’s a surprise” I said smiling as well.

“Ohhhh, a surprise? How cute, my little Kookie prepared a surprise for me!!” She started laughing “Will I like it?”

“That depends” I responded truthfully.

“Oh, okay… I guess I cannot ask what it depends on, right?”



The day was finally here and I was waiting outside her door. I rubbed my hands on my jeans, noticing how much I was sweating just by thinking of today.

I had been preparing this day for months now, taking guitar classes and talking to the school. I just wanted this to be good, that way, even if she rejected me, she could remember this day as a really good one.

She came out of the door wearing some black jeans and a shirt, even if she was dressed that casual, she still looked stunning.

“Shall we go? I am impatient to see what my little Jungkookie made!” She said, grabbing my arm and running to the car.

The ride to the school was all singing to old records on the radio and lots of laughing, in other words, the same as every other ride with her.

“JUNGKOOK?” She shouted once she realised where we were. “ISN’T THIS OUR KINDERGARTEN?” She said excited unbuckling her seatbelt. I was glad that she recognised it.

“Yes, the same one we met each other in” I said opening my door and getting out, walking to hers and doing the same for her to get out of the car.

“I can’t believe it, I remember that day as if it was yesterday.” She said jumping.

“I do too, but come on, I need to show you other things too.”

Getting inside the building, we saw many kids running around, shouting and playing. It was lunch time, so that meant that the classrooms were free. I stopped in front of a door, opening it and making her enter the room first.

It was the classroom we were in the day we became friends.

“I remember all of this, gosh. That was your table, and that was mine.” She said walking towards the back of the classroom, that gave me time to go behind the door and take the guitar that I had ask  the teacher to hid for me.

“Y/n, there’s a reason why I brought you here. Please take a seat.” I said taking two chairs, one for her and the other for myself. She smiled and sat down, I did the same.

After some seconds of staring at her, I took a deep breath and started playing.

Can’t count the years on one hand
That we’ve been together
I need the other one to hold you
Make you feel, make you feel better

It’s not a walk in the park
To love each other
But when our fingers interlock,
Can’t deny, can’t deny you’re worth it
'Cause after all this time I’m still into you

I looked at at her, she was smiling, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t saw her eyes watering, but, if I had to be honest, mine were too.

I should be over all the butterflies
But I’m into you
And baby even on our worst nights
I’m into you
Let 'em wonder how we got this far
'Cause I don’t really need to wonder at all
Yeah, after all this time I’m still into you

“Y/n, I am in love with you, I have always been.” I left the guitar on the floor and took her hands. “Will you be my girlfriend and love me just as much as I love you?”

anonymous asked:

Your blog is absolutely horrible. It looks retarded! Your art looks like shit, and you don't know what basic art is. You and your blog is horrible. Fuck you, bitch.

oh :“) I’m glad you told me this so I can try harder. I will try everything to make my followers satisfied, okay. Also lewd language isn’t allowed so frick off you female doggo!

anonymous asked:

Would you be up for Bughead angst? Like maybe the two of them get into a fight over something huge, like he gets jealous of another boy who likes her or Betty feels like they're growing apart because they don't hang out as much/he's not very affectionate anymore and she confronts him about it only for him to argue? That's only if you're up for it! If you are, thank you!

I’m always down to write anything, I have to warn you though, usually all of my stories end in happy endings. I’m a sucker for a good fairytale ending!


People moved on, it happened, it was a natural way of life.

Betty just never thought jughead would move on, from her.

It was obvious what was happening, he had fallen out of love with her. He was distant. Cancelling dates, pulling away when she tried to kiss him in public, and almost never returning her texts.

She racked her brain for hours last night , trying to figure out where it all went wrong. She knew she was difficult, and she could be selfish, lord knows her temper wasn’t as it should be, but jughead always understood, whenever they had a problem, they talked about it.

The last four weeks had been horrible, school had been getting in the way, jughead had been working on rebuilding his relationship with his father , while Betty’s relationship with her parents was falling apart in front of her eyes.

She was tired.

Jughead deserved the world, and if she couldn’t be that for him, it was time to move on.

She still loved him, god she still loved him, no matter how bad he had been treating her this past month, and because she loved him so much she had to let him go.

He would find someone else.

Someone with less baggage, someone who could make him happy.

Weighing the red and grey flannel in her hands she watched as a tear fell on the familiar shirt.

He had given her this flannel after he caught her shivering at the drive in. He had walked all the way home in just a black tshirt. She wore that flannel to bed every night.

One day he caught her all cuddled up in his flannel and smiled

“That’s my favorite shirt”

She had tried to give it back, but he shook his head

“Looks better on you”

She would give it back today, kind of a sign of closure.

She had texted jughead and told him to meet her at Riverdale park, it was an emergency.

Sitting on the cold bench, the sun setting in front of her she couldn’t believe what a beautiful night it was.

She almost wished for rain, something more fitting.

Suddenly the beanie wearing boy came into her vision, his frown now a permanent feature on his face.

“Betty, what’s the matter, what’s the emergency?”

She patted the seat next to her and smiled sadly

“Sit down, we have to talk.”

Taking a hesitant seat, Jughead glanced down at the shirt folded in her hands

“That’s my shirt, what’s going on?”

Taking a deep breath, Betty began

“I’m sorry I can’t make you happy anymore, I’m sorry you’re so angry all the time, and I know it’s partially my fault. I wish that I could make this better but I can’t.”

Jughead went to interrupt her, his eyes wide

“Let me finish, what we had was amazing, I’m never going to forget this. I love you. So much. And I know you’re gonna find some gorgeous girl out there, who was meant for you and who makes you happy all the time. I want you to have that, you deserve that. So I’m letting you off the hook.” She placed the folded up shirt in his lap and smiled softly

“Goodbye Jughead.”

Suddenly he was standing directly in front of her the shirt wrinkling under his clenched fists.

“You’re breaking up with me.”

She took a shaky breathe, she couldn’t remember the last time they were this close

“It’s for the best, for both of us, you need someone who can make you happy, and I need someone who loves me.”

He was angry now, she wasn’t sure at what though. Her? Himself? The situation?

“You think I don’t love you?” He said in a raspy whisper

She stepped back one step, but he stepped forward keeping her close


“I love you more than anything in this world. You think I’m not happy? You’re the only thing that makes me happy. Im not losing you. ”

Betty was taken back by the intensity in his eyes for a second, before she got angry.

“No. no, you don’t get to act like this, you haven’t been around in a month jughead, I’ve been on my own, you have your own life I get that, but I thought that maybe I was part of that life.”

His eyes widened at her sharp voice before he exclaimed

“You are! I’ve been so busy trying to fix everything, trying to make things okay, trying to be better”

“That you forgot about me” she interrupted
“I never asked you to fix anything, I love you just the way you are.”

“You don’t get it Betty! I don’t want to be some loser, gang members son, you deserve more than that for a boyfriend!” He was yelling now

And she was crying, tears streaming down her face

“I never asked for more! if the person that you’ve been this last month, is you being “more” I don’t even want it!“

“It doesn’t matter, I have to change, for you, for my family. It’s my responsibility to be the man you deserve. That’s just how it is.”

“I DONT WANT THE MAN YOU THINK I DESERVE, I WANT MY BOYFRIEND BACK” Betty screamed into the quiet park silencing jughead instantly.

Taking a watery breathe, Betty wiped at her tears

“If this, new person, is who you want to be, then be him. But, the jughead I fell in love with was never afraid to tell me he loved me, or lay around all day watching movies and eating popcorn. Your dad will love that jughead just as much as I do, you don’t have to change who you are, for anyone.”

Jughead looked at her, taking in her shaking hands and her red rimmed eyes.

“I ruined this didn’t I?”

Betty looked up at him, connecting their eyes

“I don’t know jughead, it can’t go on like this.”

“It won’t.” He assured her “I’ll fix this.”

She looked at him as he held out the flannel to her

She took a deep breathe, weighing her options

“Please” jughead said softly, his eyes pleading

She finally reached out and grabbed the flannel, their fingers brushing, she silently thanked what ever god was up there for the fact that the spark was still there.

Apparently jughead had felt it too because before she knew it she was flat against his chest, the flannel squished between the two.

She allowed herself to relax in the familiarity of her boyfriends body

“This is gonna take work”

She felt jughead nod from above her, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“I know.”

Part 1

Request: @huntermichelle

‘Can you make a short series with this theme, where Thomas then continues to pretend to be your boyfriend in public but then actually starts to like you and eventually falls for you?’

Pairing: Thomas Brodie-Sangster x Reader

Word Count: 745

Warnings: None

Sitting in Dylan’s dressing room on the set of The Scorch Trials, I fight the tears stinging the back of my eyes. Kaya, Rosa, Will and Ki Hong are all sitting around me, asking me why I still don’t have a boyfriend.

“But why? I mean, I could totally fix you up with someone, although we might have to fix your look a bit…” Rosa says, her sweet smile not quite hiding the insult.

I sigh, wishing I was talking to Dylan and Thomas on the other side of the room instead of answering their questions. “As I said before, I’m just not looking for a guy right now”.

“Are…are you looking for a girl” Kaya whispers hesitantly. I fight the urge to roll my eyes as Will smirks.

“No, Kaya, I’m not a lesbian. I’m totally fine with being single right now, okay?”

The truth is, I do wish I had a boyfriend. I’ve had a small crush on a certain British actor who plays the character of Newt for a while now, but the problem is, we’re pretty good friends, and I know that there is no way he would ever like me back. A few guys have asked me out recently, but as sweet as they all were, I’ve found myself turning them down, knowing that no one is as good as Thomas.

“How do you feel about dying your hair a few shades lighter? And maybe putting on some more makeup? You could totally get a boyfriend if you tried a little harder” Rosa says, not even bothering to sound polite. Her words sting, and I take a shaky breath, feeling like total crap. “Everyone else has a boyfriend or girlfriend” Kaya adds. My face turns bright red.

I see Thomas start to walk towards us in my peripheral vision, looking perfect as usual. Looking up at him, I smile weakly, trying to make out that everything is okay and hoping that my eyes don’t betray me. He places a hand on my shoulder, sending tingles rushing through me, and looks at the girls. He looks…is he angry? Thomas is normally cool, calm and collected, and it’s odd to see him like this.

“I strongly recommend that you don’t speak to Y/N like that. Especially when you have no idea what you’re bloody talking about” he says, his voice deadly calm.

I open my mouth to ask what he means, but all of a sudden, he leans down towards me. Kaya starts to express her confusion, but then Tom’s lips touch mine - softly, lightly - and I stop hearing anything, my heart hammering in my ribcage and pounding in my ears. Questions race through my mind as he kisses me, making everyone’s jaws drop.

“Y/N and I have been secretly dating for a few months, now” Thomas lies, his voice not even wavering slightly. Why would he protect me from them like that? My hands are shaking violently. He continues the lie smoothly and I force myself to nod behind him, playing along. He excuses us from the shocked, silent group and we exit the room.

“W-What was that for?” I stutter as soon as we get into the hallway.
“I just couldn’t bloody see them question you like that, so I just…I don’t know. I shouldn’t have done it, love, and I’m sorry…”

I shake my head, silencing him. I’m glad that he protected me, but…I wish he had kissed me for a different reason.

“It’s fine, thank you for doing…what you did…but what do we do now?” I ask.
“Well…” he starts, his voice slightly hoarse. “We can either keep pretending that we’re…you know. Or we can tell everyone the truth, or say that we’ve broken up. It’s your choice, love”

I take a minute to make weigh the pros and cons. Thomas is a good guy, and I know that he’ll respect any decision I make.After making my decision, I respond quietly, suddenly feeling shy.

“Maybe…maybe we should just keep pretending for a bit. We have to go to the Scorch Trials Convention tomorrow, so…let’s just keep pretending tomorrow and then work out what we want to do”

He sighs. Is it just me, or is he…relieved?

“Alright. I guess I’ll see you at the convention, then”. He moves forward, as if to hug me, but then pulls away and waves instead. Disappointment floods me as he walks away. I find myself missing him once he’s gone.  

Into You (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: I put 3 requests together in this one;

81. “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

91. “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like..”

99. “Come sit on my lap.”

An imagine based on the song “Into You” by Ariana Grande

Warnings: SMUT (or worse my first smut!!)

Word Count:

A/N: Listen to “Into You” by Ariana Grande while reading. Oh God what is this!!!!! This was my first smut and honestly, I have never sinned like this before. The most awkward part was the last part…

Originally posted by loveviral

“I’m so into you, I can barely breathe. And all I wanna do is to fall in deep. But close ain’t close enough ‘til we cross the line, hey yeah. So name a game to play, and I’ll roll a dice, hey”

Music was blasting off, sending ecstatic feelings to the seniors who were happy to be graduating and finally leaving high school after four miserable years. The apartment was full of people dancing, making out, doing the stupidest things alcohol was causing but none of them was caring. It was the night when they were feeling finally free.

However, Peter Parker was not enjoying the party very much. He was dragged there by his friend Ned, who was surprisingly drunk off his ass by midnight and left Peter all alone. Peter didn’t know much people and he wasn’t much of a talker. Other than that, he was quiet disturbed by watching his crush of four years, sitting on a lap of some douchebag. Peter didn’t have any right to get mad at the scene as Y/N was just a friend for him. They talked when they saw each other at school but not more than that. Ned always kept pushing Peter to ask her out but for Peter, it was harder than getting into some fancy college. He kept glaring at the guy but his eyes were also on Y/N. He felt his pants tightening and he couldn’t catch his breath for a second as he watched her grinding on the guy, her hair all over her face, her mouth open… He sighed and started playing with his fingers. The boredom was killing him and the noisier the seniors got, the more irritated Peter got. He stood up and walked towards to the kitchen to get some drink. Peter didn’t drink much but he knew the night wasn’t going to pass without alcohol.

He harshly opened the fridge, still thinking how Y/N was grinding on that guy’s lap, he sighed and shook his head, she could do whatever the fuck she wanted. He pulled a beer can and opened it quickly. When he turned around he bumped into someone and beer was spilled all over to the floor.

“Shit…” They both mumbled. Peter tilted his head to see who he was talking to. “Sorry, wait, I’ll get you another one,” the girl mumbled and headed to the fridge. Peter’s mouth was open, seeing that it was Y/N. “Okay,” he talked to himself quietly while nervously waiting for her. He didn’t even know why he was nervous; they always talked to each other. But tonight, Peter felt like he wanted more.

He was woken up from his thoughts by the soft voice of Y/N: “Here, I’m sorry Peter, again,” she chuckled. Even though she had looked pretty energetic back when Peter was watching her, now she looked extremely calm. Peter was curious if she had taken any drugs or something.

Peter grinned: “No problem, thanks for the beer,” he lifted the beer up. They stared each other awkwardly, not talking for a while then Y/N asked: “Are you alone?”

Peter nodded while taking a sip from his beer. “Actually, Ned was with me like an hour ago, I don’t know where the hell he is right now,” they both laughed, knowing how Ned would be if he was drunk. “I was with my friends too but we made a stupid bet so I needed to give this stupid guy a lap dance. Ugh, it was gross. I’m glad that I could escape them. Shall we hang out together, you seem bored?”

Peter was shocked and also extremely pleased by her offer: “Sure!”

They both headed to the dancing crowd.

“Oh, baby, look what you started. The temperature’s rising in here. Is this gonna happen? Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move, before I make a move.”

“You are the worst dancer I have ever seen!” Y/N yelled at Peter who was truly failing dancing. “Hey! I didn’t know this was a dancing competition. I just came here to have a good time, I feel so attacked right now!” Peter yelled back.

They had been dancing for a while, neither of them feeling tired at all. They were probably the only ones who weren’t drunk; Peter wasn’t drunk since he needed to take his friend back home and Y/N just didn’t feel like drinking. Music was getting louder and louder as the hours passed, it was almost 2 a.m.

Peter was finally enjoying his freedom night. This was the first time he was hanging out with Y/N and it was probably the first time he was truly having fun. They didn’t talk much but it was okay. Just dancing was enough too. Well, not that enough maybe.

“Why are you dancing so far away from me Parker?” Y/N chuckled while getting closer to him slowly. Peter’s smile faded away, now what was he supposed to do? “I-I didn’t realize…”

“I’m joking,” she smirked and placed her hands on his shoulder, their chests nearly touching each other. After a while, Peter got used to the position so he gently placed his hands on her waist. His hands sent a warm feeling through Y/N’s body, causing her to bite her lower lip. Peter stared at the ceiling trying to hide his groan Y/N just caused.

“Peter…” Y/N whispered and Peter stared back at her dazzling eyes: “Yes?”

“When will we stop pretending and stop this pain for both of us?” Y/N gasped, still dancing against Peter’s body. Peter knew exactly what she was talking about but he couldn’t say anything. He felt his cheeks burning up and his hands were shaking. Of course he wanted to stop pretending, he just didn’t know how. “Let me make this easier for you.” She stood up a bit more to reach to Peter’s ear and slowly whispered: “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear,” sending shivers down Peter’s spine. Without hesitation, he pressed his lips onto hers. The harsh kiss caused her to moan, making Peter more flustered than ever. Y/N opened her mouth to let Peter’s tongue in. Peter’s hands were slowly roaming all over her body, painfully. “Peter…” Y/N moaned again. Peter smirked, not moving for a bit. “Stop teasing me,” Y/N whimpered, unbuttoning Peter’s flannel slowly. Peter groaned at the sudden action and mumbled: “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like…”

Y/N broke the kiss and slowly walked backwards, leaving Peter speechless. “Huh, I guess you will never find out if you keep standing there…”

“So, baby, come light me up, and maybe I’ll let you on it. A little bit dangerous, but, baby, that’s how I want it. A little less conversation and a little more “touch my body” 'Cause I’m so into you, into you, into you.”

Peter followed Y/N through the long corridor, trying to walk quickly between the teenagers who were all over the place.

When Y/N finally got into one of the rooms a smirk was formed on Peter’s face. He slowly opened the door and saw Y/N leaning on a wall, her arms crossed, acting like she was disinterested in this whole situation. Peter quickly closed the door. The room was not very dark but it lacked light too. Before Peter could even move, Y/N attacked his lips. Peter’s face was red again. Even though he was getting used to this whole situation, it was still a shock for him. His hands slowly roamed her waist and a little bit down. As the kiss got rougher, Peter gained confidence. They slowly walked backwards to the bed and Peter sat down. They were both running out of breath. Peter slowly put his hands to Y/N’s sides who was standing in front of him. He slid his hands into her tight dress and stopped between her thighs, causing her to moan. “Come sit on my lap,” he demanded. Y/N sat on his lap and Peter kissed her jaw and shoulders softly. Y/N smirked and started grinding in a painfully slow pace. Peter’s hands were trembling again; he felt his pants tightening each second. He let out a quiet moan. “I-I adore you angel…” To tease him more, Y/N kept grinding while sucking on his lower lip. Peter couldn’t take it anymore so he pinned Y/N to the bed.

Y/N chuckled lightly at the sudden confidence Peter gained and Peter blushed:“If you don’t want me to-“

“Please, less conversation more touching,” Y/N whined and pulled him closer by grabbing his half unbuttoned flannel. Peter started sucking on Y/N’s collarbone, leaving marks. Then he slowed down a bit and kissed her breasts softly while Y/N’s hands were all over his soft hair. Peter unzipped her dress and she took it off immediately. “You are so beautiful,” he mumbled, while he kissed her stomach, cupping her breasts. Y/N kept whining, waiting for him to do something. Peter took off his pants and unbuttoned his flannel. He looked at Y/N, who was already a moaning mess, asking if these are all okay. Y/N simply nodded and Peter kept massaging her breasts. When finally he took off Y/N’s panties and his boxer, he slowly kissed her inner thighs. “P-peter… please…” Peter pressed his lips to hers, slowly getting inside of her, trying to make sure everything was okay. His hands still on her breasts and his lips on her jaw. Y/N kept moaning his name, causing Peter to go faster and faster each second. Peter kept whispering: “I love you”s into her ears.

Coercion - 8

@coveofmemories @reiding-and-writing @my-xomatosis-s @skeletoresinthebasement @passionate-hedgehog @camigt1999 @eideticenticement

You are just about to start your new job at the BAU after years of working to get there, when a man you don’t know approaches you with an evil plan and knowledge of every sordid detail of your past. What will you do? Will you give into the man’s demands? Or will you be able to find another way out?


Every nerve in your body was on fire. Every twitch of your muscles brought you unbelievable pain, coursing through you like a rollercoaster out of control. Every time you tried to open you eyes, your body willed you not to. That didn’t actually happen, right? You questioned yourself as your muscles screamed while you pushed off the couch. Nope, it was all real. When you looked toward the counter near the coffee pot, where you normally kept your gun and badge, you saw they were missing. Correction, they weren’t missing. They had been taken away after Ashton messed up the life you built for yourself.

Hotch said he wanted you to come in, so you made your way through the molasses that was your apartment and stepped into the shower, doing everything you possibly could and using every lotion you had to try and make your body feel better, but nothing was working. It was as if you were walking through quicksand.

After pulling on an outfit, you went toward the kitchen, again, to grab the gun and badge that weren’t there. When you realized it for the second time that morning, you spun around and knocked a vase off the counter, shattering it into a million pieces. You walked to the window and forced yourself to breathe. “Throwing a tantrum isn’t going to get you anywhere,” you muttered aloud, bending down to pick up the pieces of the broken vase. Thankfully, it was a random vase and nothing special, so you threw the pieces out and returned underneath the window to sop up the water on the ground. 

When you stood up, you did a double take as the chills ran up your spine. You could’ve sworn you saw the unnaturally white smile of the man that stole your life from under you, but you stared out the window and saw nothing. It wasn’t wise to give yourself time to think, so you grabbed your bad and drove into work on autopilot. 

Once you’d pulled into the parking garage, you tried to calm yourself before going in. “Your time is later, his is now.” Every minute you sat here was another minute Ashton had to evade the grasp of the BAU.

By the time you got upstairs, everyone was already in, except Derek - at least you couldn’t see him. Maybe he was already here. To be honest, you were convinced that once you had gone home for the night, they returned to get work done without you. “Morning,” you muttered softly. You couldn’t bring yourself to say good morning, because it wasn’t.

“Where are we on locating him?” you asked. Let’s just cut to the chase. You could feel the tension in the room. They didn’t want you here and you were uncomfortable being in their presence knowing they would never truly trust you again.

Spencer muttered something under his breath about how you’d be a lot closer if you had come clean to begin with. You ignored him. To do anything else would result in a fight and this wasn’t the time or the place to air your dirty laundry with Spencer. If he wanted to bitch you out, it would have to be done another day. Garcia looked up from her computer, which she’d brought into the round table room. “Hey,” she said quickly, neglecting to add her usual trademark perkiness into the mix because she was so far, the only one that didn’t hate your guts. “I got in about two hours ago because I couldn’t sleep, so after I chugged down an extraordinary amount of coffee, I started tracking down every place that Ashton has lived or worked throughout his life, whether it be from before or after we put him away.”

“That sounds like it’s gonna be a lengthy list,” Rossi said, looking down toward where you sat with a piteous look in his eye.

Garcia allowed her fingers to flow over the keyboard and waited until she heard the machine printing outside. She was getting a hard copy for Spencer, because even in 2017, he didn’t want to move into the digital world. After returning with his papers, she sent the information to everyone’s devices and started in on the explanation. “This slippery son of a bitch has lived and worked in all corners of the globe, so I’m assuming we’re going to have to narrow down this list before we start looking for him.”

“Definitely, babygirl,” Morgan said, coming into the room and stiffening as he saw you. Without a word, he moved between you and Garcia and moving you aside. He didn’t want you anywhere near anyone. Swallowing everything you wanted to say to everyone, you moved toward the corner of the room and went over the list of places that Ashton had lived. Garcia wasn’t joking. He literally had lived all over the world. He’d had homes in LA, New York, Atlanta, Washington DC, London, Paris, Glasgow and Thurso, Scotland and Hong Kong. And that was only where he’d lived. Add working areas and his opportunities for escape were literally endless. 

Immediately, one thought came to your mind. “Garcia, do any of those countries have extradition policies regarding the U.S., specifically not extraditing someone back to the United States?” You were directing all your questions to Garcia because she was the only one who wasn’t looking at you with utter hatred, but Hotch was the one to answer.

“No,” he said quickly. “China won’t extradite, except for Hong Kong, so we can’t narrow it down by that.”

Dammit. You curse yourself and rubbed your temples, trying to make everything go away. “Okay,” Spencer said out of nowhere, coming out of his thinking space after what seemed like an eternity. “When it comes to where he’s lived, we can get rid of any of his homes that he lost when he was put away, more specifically if they were resold to someone else. He’s looking for an escape route, so he’s not going to draw any unwanted attention by killing someone who’s in an old property. He’s going to go to one he hasn’t lost. He lost nearly three-quarters of his wealth after he was put away, but he still owns a lot.”

Of course. That made complete sense. You should’ve thought of it. Spencer shot you a look as Garcia rifled through all of his properties, knocking item after item off the list. After nearly two hours, you’d determined that he wasn’t going to be in the United States. Despite no existing extradition treaties, it would be more beneficial for him to leave the U.S. “How do we even know that any of this is true?” Spencer blurted out amongst the silence. It ripped through the air, making your head shoot up to look at him. So he wanted to air your dirty laundry, so be it. “Why are we taking her word on this man? How can we be sure she’s telling the truth?”

You expected this. To be counted. But you were on the defensive anyway. “What purposed would I have to lie about this man?” you retorted hotly. “Look, I get that you are beyond pissed at me, and hurt, and are all undoubtedly going to hate my existence for the rest of my life, but you’re telling me, Spencer Reid, that after a year of sleeping together you can’t tell whether or not I’m telling the truth?”

“I used to think I knew you.” He lifted his hand to his mouth to try and stop himself, but he couldn’t. “I used to think you would never do anything to hurt me. And then this. I don’t know how to trust you.” His eyes watered, but he kept the tears at bay. Everyone was staring between you both, searching for something to say that would get you off this topic and onto something else, and then Rossi spoke up.

“Reid, did you ever tell Y/N about Bentley Ashton?” Spencer shook his head. “Then where would she have gotten that name unless he approached her?” Thank you, Rossi. Whether or not he trusted you, at least he was trying to make a case for trusting you now.

Spencer didn’t want to admit that Rossi was right, he wanted to hold onto his anger, so he said nothing, switching to narrowing down Ashton’s European and Asian holdings. But you couldn’t focus. You couldn’t shake this feeling. What was it? Were you angry with Spencer? With yourself? Yes, but that wasn’t it, at least not right now. Were you sad? No, that wasn’t it…it was pity. After everything you’d been through in your life, this is what it had become? It wasn’t fair. “Y/N?” Emily asked, bringing you out of your haze. “Anything that might help?”

“I’m sorry,” you replied. “What was the question?”

“Is there anything that he said to you that might indicate where he was going to go?” She repeated. Maybe there was something deep down that you might remember. Not like code or anything, but maybe something he said was indicative of where his needs were - other than money. As you filed through the brief conversations you had with him in your mind, there was only one common denominator.

With a deep breath, you said the word. “Family.” That thing you had once, no twice, no three times in your life only to have all of them ripped from your grasp. Spencer’s eyes bore into you. He thought of you as family - rather he did. Now he didn’t know how to feel. Morgan wanted to spit in your general direction for even mentioning the word. “He kept talking about how he lost everything. How wife left him. Took the kids. The way he spoke, I don’t think he expects that he’ll ever get them back, but my belief is that he’ll find some way to keep the memory of ‘his’ perfect life, the one he ‘deserves’, alive. Are any of the properties on his list ones that he frequented on vacations with his family?” You choked the last bit out, feeling the emotion nearly overwhelm you. Would you ever have that again? You needed to step outside.

A huff escaped you as you got up. When Hotch called after you to ask where you were going, you screamed back. “Fresh air.”

The second you got outside, you broke your promise to yourself yet again. Crying. Fuck it, after all you’d been through, you deserved to cry. Slouching against the wall, you rested your head in your hands and sobbed, the tears threatening to drown you. If someone were to ask you what you wanted in this moment, you would’ve told them all you wanted to do was be alone - other than have your entire past disappear and pretend this never happened. But if you couldn’t have that, you wanted to be alone. Apparently, the universe was against you even in this small way, because all of a sudden, you saw a set of footsteps you recognized as Rossi’s

Other than Garcia, you’d gotten closest with Rossi after being introduced by Spencer. Since he reminded you of your father, you gravitated toward him. Once, about three months after you started dating, you went to dinner with the team and afterwards, you went for a walk in the park. That night, Rossi pulled a ball off the ground and he started throwing it to you. You used to do that with your dad. Or at least, you remembered doing it. “What do you want, Rossi? you asked, almost painfully. “Do you want to yell at me too? Tell me how much I shouldn’t be here? What an awful human being I am? Because honestly, I can’t deal with it right now.” The tears built a dam-like wall against your eyes and stayed there. “I regret what I did…but I didn’t know what else to do. Spencer was more important than anything to me…he still is.”

“I know,” he said, taking you off guard and breaking the dam within you. “I came to check on you.”

“Why?” you asked, your voice shaking with self-hatred. “After what I did to JJ, why would you care about me at all?”

He took a deep breath and sat by your side. “After more than 30 years in the field, I’d like to say I’m an expert on human behavior,” he started, placing his hand on your back. “All of us are. You can never predict a person’s behavior with 100 percent accuracy, and that accuracy is even less when it comes to ourselves. It’s much easier to look at someone else, and ‘cast the first stone,’ as  opposed to looking at ourselves. What I mean to say is, no matter what anyone in there says, if they were faced with the same situation that you were, more than likely, they would save that one person they loved at the risk of everyone else.”

That’s what you’d thought, but you weren’t sure whether that was your guilt speaking or not. “I’d like to think so. Hotch would do it for Jack. JJ would do it for Henry or Michael or Will. If someone came after Joy, I’m sure you’d do anything to save her, including killing someone. The only difference is that none of you found yourself in this situation. None of you found yourselves having to decide between killing your friends or possibly risking the life of the man you loved. I’m not proud…” you choked. “I hate myself for what I did. The guilt follows me around, like a shadow of myself. That’s probably why my muscles feel so heavy. And I think they always will to some degree, but I want to help. I want to do something right with my life. I want to feel like I’m useful to someone before I leave this mortal coil! Is that so much to ask?!” You screamed the final bit, once again allowing your head to fall into your hands. “Rossi, it’s been so long since I’ve felt like myself. I don’t know what the real one is, and I don’t know who I am. I just want to be a good person. What I can remember of my parents is good…I just wanna make them proud of me. Even if it’s only once…”

Rossi stood up and grabbed your hands. “Then let’s go find this bastard. Look, Y/N,” he said, tilting your chin up to meet his. “I believe you. I believe this man put you up to this. I believe you never wanted to do this. You were put in an impossible situation. I truly believe that any of us would’ve done the same - or at least considered it. And if one of them says they wouldn’t consider it, they’d be lying, because I know I would have. I also believe I can forgive you for what you’ve done…but only if you come back upstairs and help us find him.”

Your body gave out and you tilted into Rossi’s embrace. “I’m sorry, Rossi. I’m so sorry. I’ll find him. I swear. I’ll make my parents proud…I’ll make you proud…I promise.” When you looked at him, you saw your father - you’d be damned if you disappointed him.

“Let’s go get him.” Maybe there was hope. Maybe everyone wouldn’t hate you when this was over. Maybe, there was some way, somehow, to make things right.

anonymous asked:

hi!! i dont know if you take prompts but i saw one (established relationship where they find excuses to touch each other in little ways e.g one taking the others hands because they look so small compared to theirs) and like, liam and how small zayn is compared to him

Not certain this is exactly what you asked for nonnie but I hope you don’t hate it.  **

“Do you realise just how obvious you are?”

A simple question whispered backstage in Liam’s ear.  One of the team, one of the trusted people who he and Zayn could be open in front of.

Well, actually backstage, with the doors shut and no one around, when meet and greets were over and it was the same people they’d worked with for years.

They were no longer, Liam and Zayn. They were LiamandZayn.  No fuss needed, just how they were.

Except occasionally, that question would get asked, and Liam would look up at the person, dip his head slightly, feel the blush in his cheeks and then as he’d look up, he’d be there the other side of the room, see Zayn. 

Zayn who’d be chatting to Paul or to Caroline or gently throwing Brooklyn into the air while she giggled loudly, and the blush would fade and he’d smile and nod before he’d shrug and simply say

“Yeah mate.”

It was a pattern, their pattern.  One that had been established over the years, one that Liam knew would always be repeated for always or at least until the ride on this roller coaster came to a halt.  

Till one day when it changed  and this time when he felt the hand, which squeezed his shoulder this time when instead of the familiar question, there was a sympathetic smile and instead of looking across the other side of the room where he’d see him, there was nothing.


Except when he shut his eyes, he could feel Zayn’s fingertips as if he were there, feel the way his fingers find their spaces between his, the way he’d marvel at the way his own hand would dwarf Zayn’s and yet, despite that the feel of Zayn’s hand gave him strength, quelled his nerves, soothed that feeling he always had after a show and still did even when he wasn’t there. 

Except Liam can only tell himself that for so long, can only convince himself that imagining it is just as good as the real thing for a little bit of time.

He starts to miss the way they’d pass by each other in a corridor, when Liam was in between doing fifty interviews and he’d make up some excuse to take a break and Zayn would do the same in between signing multiple pictures and they’d still find that moment, scarcely long enough for anything more than their fingertips touching  and yet each time it’d make everything okay again. 

And Liam can try convince himself that this life, the adrenaline on stage is enough to keep him going and that it’s a matter of hours, albeit still too many till he sees him next, but when he’s facing another sleepless night, and he reckons Andy deserves to sleep the whole night through for once, he gives up fighting. 

He doesn’t check the time, he doesn’t need to really. Its still mainly dark outside and the beauty of Dubai is that it isn’t far ahead and Zayn’s a night owl anyway.

The phone doesn’t even ring.

“Can’t sleep?”

Zayn’s voice is wide awake, crystal clear down the line and concerned and Liam should feel guilt he thinks that Zayn has to worry about him in the midst of this storm he’s facing at home. 

“I can hear you thinking Li, and for the hundredth time, you don’t have to be sorry.”

Liam smiles into the phone and it comes to him then, what he wants and it’s all he wants and surprisingly, it’s not to say he’s on the first flight home and that he doesn’t care that people will put 2 and 2 together and for once  they’ll make 4.

It’s not that, it’s better.

“You know the thing?”

“I do know the thing Liam, yeah.”

“We should do it.”

He expects to hear a sigh, to hear words like “It’s the middle of the night, if you still feel this tomorrow, then yeah.”

But instead he hears a quiet, “Okay, me too.”

And that’s that. and he says Goodnight and then as he realises it’s Saturday and as he breathes a sigh of relief, with his next breath he says brightly.

“See you tomorrow babe.”


They scarcely  get a chance to miss each other’s touch over the following weeks.  They get teased something rotten about it by family and their closest friends, but Liam doesn’t even care.

Then it comes and he’s in a car with Andy sat next to him and for once Andy doesn’t take any pictures, for once he’s quiet, just occasionally nudging his knee into Liam’s.

Its as idyllic here as it was the first day they set foot on the golden sands, and its as picture postcard and romantic film stereotypes as can be as Zayn stands a few feet away from him now, hand reaching out for his. 

And they say the words here, and there’s one more ceremony at home. But this, it’s enough for now.

Liam thinks he’ll remember every touch from today for the rest of his life.

Its on the journey back to where they stay and Zayn’s with him now that when they aren’t exchanging looks that Liam’s grateful no one else can see, then Zayn’s fidgeting with the cufflinks on Liam’s suit jacket that he bought for him and smirking as he says “Told you, you’re always my Batman Leeyum.” and it’s all so cheesy and yet so them till Zayn takes the picture at an angle Liam’ll ask him to replicate later  that they agree they’ll hold off on posting for a month or so.

And once they’re done and Zayn’s leaning  his head on Liam’s. Liam puts the ring back on his finger and tries not to notice how many days it’ll be before he’ll have to take it off.


June comes too soon, just like every day that passes is over too quickly when he’s with Zayn. 

But with it comes an idea, and of course Zayn offers only encouragement.  

And it should be okay, has to be okay, he’s got till the end of October to  get through and he tries, he does but that first night, it feels too hard and the energy is too low in the crowd.

He doesn’t notice he’s doing it till there’s that space next to him and the harmony isn’t with Zayn this time and he can’t bring himself to look anywhere that isn’t where Zayn should be except he’s not, so he stares at the ground instead and he feels Niall hug him close for a moment but its not what he needs.

What he needs isn’t there, but the next best thing is and as his thumb touches the back of his finger and the metal of Zayn’s ring  which is tighter because of Zayn’s thinner fingers, it’s just like his hand because it doesn’t matter how small he is, he makes Liam feel ten feet tall and a ring it shouldn’t make the difference and it’s not enough, it’s not but it has to be. 

And somehow it is.


Weeks had passed since your conversation with Jimin and you had been able to work with some attorneys to work on reevaluating Jimin’s case. Due to Jimin’s lack of knowledge and his good natured intent, the lawyers weren’t able to wipe the charges, but they were able to reduce his sentencing. You felt a heavy feeling melt away when the judge agreed to the change.

Jimin stood in front of JiHyun’s door, his arm frozen as he was about to knock. The guards had come into Jimin’s room earlier that night and told him that his sentencing was changing and he would be put on parole. He knew that you had done it to help him, but he needed to make something right before leaving the house for good.

JiHyun opened the door before Jimin could knock.

Hyung? He asked, the confusion on his face made Jimin chuckle a little.

Ah, you still make that face! Jimin exclaimed and JiHyun rolled his eyes.

Hyung, we need to be in our rooms. JiHyun responded, but Jimin shook his head.

Not until 9pm, but I need to tell you something. JiHyun looked at him expectantly and Jimin took a breath. I’m leaving tomorrow. My sentencing has been changed, so I will only have to do parole. JiHyun wanted to interject, but Jimin stopped him. It has nothing to do with you being here, Y/N helped with reevaluating my case. But on top of that, I won’t be here for you. Now I know you have been running from the law and you’ve been living in the States, but hear me out. I have spent my life worrying about you. And now I can’t do that. You have to pay for what you have done, so I will let you. But I want you to know that I am always there on the other side. Now for my advice, keep your head low, be nice, and just try to stay out of trouble. The guys here are incredible, but they can be sly, so be careful. Don’t give Hobi your personal information. Don’t bet anything against Tae. And above all, don’t tell Yoongi about any systems he can hack. JiHyun laughed a little and nodded.

Hyung, right now I need you to just be my brother. Not my protector. JiHyun replied and Jimin gave a tight lipped smile.

I don’t know how. Jimin said and JiHyun placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

Tell me that everything is going to be okay, try to make me calm my fear. He said and Jimin sighed.

JiHyun, everything will be okay. Just be careful. He responded and hugged his brother.

The next day Jimin walked out of the house after saying his goodbyes to a confused and disgruntled group.

We are really happy for you. Jin said as Jimin gave a little bow, picking up his bags.

Are we really though, hyung? Because Jimin just woke all of us up early to rub in the fact that he gets to leave. Yoongi replied in a monotone voice and Jimin chuckled. Yoongi gave a little smile as Jin threw his hands in the air.

Just be happy for him! He exclaimed and Jimin waved once more to the rest of the group as he headed for the door.

You stood on the other side, your palms sweating as you waited for Jimin to come out. As he made his way down the front stairs and looked at you, he smiled widely. Without a second thought, he dropped his bags and spun you around in his arms. There was a spark, a passion, a connection that you couldn’t quite pin down, but it was something that your psychology professor had talked about. You could hear your professor in your ear, repeat the term.

A mixture of high levels of adrenaline, dopamine, and serotonin, cause for your heart rate to rise, your mind to go blank, and various other physical reactions. The mixture I’m talking about is love, folks. You could hear that mixture over and over again. And you knew it was real.

Time passed and you continued to grow in that love. It was more than a chemical reaction, but it became your life. Jimin was there, every step of the way, and you were there for him, through it all. 


anonymous asked:

Uh so 3. + Jackson for the drabble? Thank youu

Originally posted by got7official

Prompt: 3. “You never have to feel afraid with me”

Words: 625

Genre: Angst, Fluff

A/N: This one is kind of rushed and poorly written due to the fact that I’ve been really busy. I’ll probably go through and edit it again later, but I really hope you guys enjoy. I do want to put a warning that there is a slight mention of a panic attack within it. If that bothers you, I suggest you do not read through. Remember that if you ever need someone to talk to, my blog is always a safe place for you guys. I’ll always be here to listen. xx

This wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be happening. She knew she was dreaming, but why couldn’t she wake up? It’s like her imagination wouldn’t let her escape making everything seem like a reality. This was defiantly not a reality she wanted to live in, one where everything she cared about slipping through her fingers.

Everything was happening at once. Her head couldn’t even process anything that was happening. All she knew is that there she sat, chained to a seat as she watched her family burn to death, her friends being drowed, and her boyfriend, ever so helpless sitting at the feet of the killer.

She screamed as loud as she could, even a person living on the other side of the world could hear her, but for some reason no one in front of her could. Were they even listening?

“Please, stop this!” She called out as loud as she could as she struggled to break free.

“If you’re trying to make me, suffer, it’s working! You’ve won, just let them take me instead!” She screamed.

With one loud shout everything was finished. Her family, friends, boyfriend, all of them were gone. Suddenly her chains fell and her body collapsed from the chair and onto the floor. Her heart pounded as her head began spinning.

“No, this can’t be-” She whispered as she began to sob loudly. With one final shout everything snapped away from her.

“[y/n]!” A pair of arms shook her tiny body, tears streaming down her cheeks as her eyes were squeezed shut.

“[y/n], please calm down and listen to me!” A voice begged.

[y/n] snapped opened her eyes and became face to face with her boyfriend Jackson, his own brown eyes filled with concern and worry. Her breathing was heavy and her body was coated in her own sweat. Her breathing got faster as she began to recap everything that happened.

“Hey,” Jackson said calmly as he pulled her body into his broad chest, holding her close, “It’s okay, everything is okay.”

[y/n] felt her blood rushing as she clung onto Jackson as if he were the last living human on earth.

“Please tell me they’re okay,” She sobbed as she gripped his white shirt.

Jackson shushed her and stroked her head gently, whispering sweet nothings into her hear and slowly rocking her back and forth to calm her down.

“It was so scary,” She muttered out as her breathing became even once again, “I lost them all.”

“They’re still here,” Jackson said, even though he really didn’t know who she was talking about, “I know they are.”

[y/n] looked up at her boyfriend and loosened her grip on his shirt. She pulled away from his body slowly and sat up straight in her bed.

“I’m sorry,” She apologized, “I got your shirt pretty wet.

Jackson chuckled quietly and grabbed her hand.

“You don’t need to apologize, I’m always going to be here to help.”

“Thank you for that,” She responded and sat in silence for a couple of minutes.

Jackson squeezed her hand and pushed some of her sticky hair out of her face before breaking the silence.

“You said you were scared, right?” He asked.

[y/n] looked down and nodded slowly, feeling quite embarrassed.

“You never have to feel afraid with me,” He said, “I will always be here to protect you and to hold you. For as long as I live I will never stop trying to make sure that you are okay.”

“Thank you Jackson, for everything.”

[y/n] pulled her boyfriend close once more and closed the gap between the two of them, their foreheads touching before their lips meeting one another. Jackson was her getaway for when she felt afraid, she knew she could trust him.


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Yongguk: Would always try to hover around trying to make sure everything was okay with his child. He would double check everything and constantly call the babysitter asking how _______ is doing. He would take the role of the father very serious. As his child grows up he would want him/her to grow up to be kind and humble. He would always help them with their school work or try to help them resolve one of their problems and try feeding them his words of wisdom.

Himchan: Would probably feel like he needs to work hard to be able to provide for his family and put food on the table. He would probably use his days off to try and coach his child’s little sports team. His child would probably grow up to be a diva and always get what they want. Since he works so hard he would buy his child the latest items.

Daehyun: Would probably act like a child himself. He would always be playing around with his child and making a mess with them. He would always enjoy opening the toy box and going on a new adventure. His child would think he is the funniest person they have ever met. 

Youngjae: Would brag about how smart and talented his child is. He would probably always be checking how well he is doing in school and putting him in extra activities outside of school. He just wants his child to grow up to be the best. They both would probably be really loud and overly hyped about everything. 

Jongup: Would always be confused on how to take of his child. He would try to do nice things like feeding the child but end up making a mess in the ending. His favorite time of the day would be nap time; he would enjoy cuddling with his child and trying to make him/her laugh by doing silly dances.

Zelo: He would be so sweet to his child and wouldn’t even want to see them cry. He isn’t very sure on how to take care of his child but he tries to help by doing chores around the house. He would open an Instagram account for his child and spam everyone with updates on how adorable his child is.

Just Go

Kim Hanbin (B.I)          x          You (Reader)

Genre: ANGST

You invited your best friend to your house this afternoon to cheer you up because you miss Hanbin so much and you’ve been feeling too lonely lately.

“Heeeyy Y/N!”

“Hey Dahyun-ah! You don’t have any schedule for this afternoon, right?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ve finished my schedule. What’s up?”

“I don’t know. I miss him so much.”

“Ah… I know…” she hugged you tight.

“But iKON is doing really well right now. I mean, they’re already big. Every rookie or even my sunbae(s) know iKON. Your boyfie is amazing.”

Dahyun knows about the industry too well since she’s also a part of a girl group. Despite her busy schedule, she always try make time for you. She make sure that whenever you need her, she’s there. She’s a good and caring best friend.

“But… You know, I miss him. I haven’t see him for like, one month?! I mean, I understand his job and I support him… But there was a certain time like this, I need him by my side and I miss him so much. Sometimes I cried, alone. Missing him but unable to tell him because I don’t want to disturb him.”

You talked about him with Dahyun for a couple hours. Suddenly, your heard a knock on your door.

“The pizza is here!” You get up and walked towards the door.

“Wait a minute!!!!” You yelled and opened the door.

Not the face of the delivery chicken, but the face of your boyfriend standing there. The face that you’ve been missing and longing so much. Standing in front of you.

“Surprise.” He said with his innocent smile. A box of pizza in his hands.

“Wh…Wh…” You looked at him, can’t even move because you’re very surprised.

“Ouh, c’mon babe.” He finally drop the pizza and hugged you tight.

“I miss my girl. What u doin?”

“So I invited Da—“

“Heeey Dahyun-ah!” He high-fived and hugged her.

“How’s work?”

“Yeah.. so-so.” She giggled.

“Hyun to come over..” You whispered to yourself.

To be honest, you want him for yourself. You haven’t meet him for like one month, and now he’s here but he’s talking with someone else. You just can’t stand it.

“Let’s eat dinner together..!” Hanbin shouted as he pulled your waist to his body

“Cool.” Dahyun agreed immediately.

“Okay let me changed my cl—“  You want to change your clothes because you want to look pretty in front of him.

“No babe, you’re perfect.” He kissed your cheeks.

But there’s no end for their conversation. Hanbin held your hand but he kept talking to Dahyun, you put your head down and tell yourself that you’re okay with that.

“What’s wrong, pretty?” He lifted up your chin and you shook your head.

“Nothing.” You tried to smile and Hanbin kept talking with her. WITHOUT knowing your feeling.

After you arrived at the restaurant, you walked behind Hanbin and Dahyun who were talking about their world. You kept your smile and you put your head down again. Finally you thought to yourself,

No. I can’t keep doing this.

“Binie, could you please pass me the pepper?”

He handed you the pepper and that was it.

“Binie, I’m pretty tired right now.” You put your head down again.

“Hang in there.” And he continued his conversation with Dahyun.

What the actual hell. Who’s your girlfriend?! You thought to yourself and feel yourself burning up.

“But Jaebum sunbae keep looking at me with his disgusting look. I mean like, what should I do?” she said.

“You don’t need to worry. He’s a warm hearted person, if he does something mean to you, call me.” He laughed

Call me my butt. Did he think that he’s her knight or something?

“Babe, my head hurts..” You said laying your head to his shoulder. He just looked at you without saying anything or touching your head to make sure that you’re okay.

You think that you’re so fucking done here.

He doesn’t look at his hurting girlfriend.

You got up and went to the car. It’s been 20 minutes since you’re gone and HE DOESN’T EVEN TRY TO LOOK FOR YOU.

You just breakdown and cry at that moment, you tried to call Bobby but he didn’t pick up and you tried to call Junhoe but he didn’t pick up either. You just spend your time crying inside the car. After 10 minutes, finally someone opened the car.


You looked at her with your puffy eyes the tears still in your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“WHY ARE YOU CRYING?!?!?!?!” He yelled even more.

“I’m sorry.” You felt too awful to talked to him.



Hanbin yelled in front of you and stratched his hair.

“Dahyun-ah. I’m sorry I think you have to go back by yourself. Be careful!!” He said to Dahyun and waved his hand. He entered the car and drove back to your home.

You can’t stop crying and he doesn’t even take a look at you or hold your hand. He turned into a cold asshole.

Bobby called you, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“N…nothing. I’m fine.” You’re shaking

“Hey you can tell me it’s okay. I can go to your house right now.”

“No. You don’t have to. I pressed a wrong number.”

“But your voice doesn’t sound like you’re fine, lady.”

“…It’s ok. Talk to you later. Bye Bobby.”

He glared at you and continue driving. Without saying a single word.

You entered your house with Hanbin behind you. He slammed the door, “WHY DID YOU CRY?!”

“I’m sorry.”


It’s not the first time for you but you can’t get used to this version of Kim Hanbin, you can’t get used to a cold Kim Hanbin.

“I’m fine.”




“I have you but I feel like I don’t have you.” Your tears keep falling and falling.

“I’M SICK OF YOU!!!!!” Hanbin yelled in front of your face and you can’t stand him anymore. You ran to your bedroom and locked yourself while you spent your time crying. Getting hurt by his words, actions, and him.

You fell asleep and woke up at 2 in the morning. You’ve been thinking, the best thing for you two is a break up. You can’t deal with this kind of Hanbin.

You walked outside bedroom, Hanbin was sleeping in the sofa when you made your way to the kitchen to have a cup of cold water.

You finally stand beside him, “Hanbin-ah. I know you’re not asleep. You can’t sleep like this.”

“I thought about us, I thought about your career. I thought about it all, I think we need to break up.”

“It’s the best decision for you. I don’t want to disturb you. Since you’re sick of me, I’ll let you go now. Let’s break up.” Your heart shattered into billion pieces but you can’t help but to do this. You love him so much so you’ll let go of him now.

“It’s….” you started to cry

“The best for you.” You went back to the kitchen and cried in front of the sink.

Then you feel a warm muscular arms wrapped around your body.

“Let’s not do this.” He said with raspy voice.

“I can’t… I can’t…”

You finally turned your body.

“What now?” You looked deeply into his eyes.

“Hanbin-ah. It’s the best for you. I’ll be fine. It’s okay.”

“But I’m not. Let’s stop.” He cut you out

You led him to your bedroom to have a talk.

“Hanbin-ah, here’s the thing—“

“No. I don’t want to.” He started to look desperate

“I’m sorry, I’m not a right state of mind. I’m sorry I hurt you a lot. I’m sorry I’m such a douchebag. I’m sorry for saying all those awful things. I’m sorry I’m being childish. I’m sorry I’m an asshole, I’m a bastard. I’m the worst boyfriend in the world. I’m sorry. But I can’t let you go I can’t..”

You opened your mouth, shaking, “But you can find someone else. Better than me. I’m just a college student, ordinary girl, not those beautiful faces of girl groups. I’m not perfect, I’m just a girl.”

“You are my girl.” He said and hugged you tight

“Nothing will ever change that. I’ll try to be better. I’ll try to treat you better. I’ll try to make everything work out for us. I’ll fight for us, okay? Give me a chance to be better…. Please.. I can’t leave you.”

“Hanbin-ah.. It’s for your own sake.”

“But the only person that keep me sane is you. Having you is the only thing that keep me sane, Y/N.” Repeating his words.

He still hugged you tight and you let your body go from his arms and crawl to your bed. Covering yourself with a blanket.

Looking at your boyfriend’s eyes that full of tears make your heart ached a lot. No matter how many time you tried to break up, you just can’t. Either he or you will keep going back to one another. You can’t leave each other and you know that.

“Please…” Hanbin keep begging with his eyes full of tears

After a minute of silence, you talked to him.


“please put me in a good sleep. I’m tired.”

He looked at you and smiled as his tears fell down,

“Anything for my lady.” He crawled to the bed in 0.000001 second and he hugged you like a pillow. He wrapped his arms and legs on your body to keep you warm and comfortable.

“I’ll try to better, I’ll try to be a good boyfriend I’m sorry. I love you Y/N”

“You are my girl and nothing will ever change that.”

You finally smiled in front of his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

“I love you too.”

How Can I Be Good Enough?

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Summary: Everybody has issues. And it Y/N hides hers away from her boyfriend until she can’t hold it back anymore.

Luke hugged you from behind and gave you a small kiss on your cheek and you barely turned around to look at him. You kept on chopping the carrot in your hands and looking at the stove, waiting for the water to boil.

“What are you making?” Luke asked and jumped onto the counter beside you. It was a couple of hours ago since he got home from work, so he decided to take a nap while you started cooking. You turned your head and saw his mess of a hairstyle, making you smile.

“Something my mom used to make. She called it ‘the dish with many surprises’” You laughed slightly, thinking back at the loving memory. “She basically just cooked a whole bunch of vegetables and poured salt over them to make us healthier.”

Luke gaped as if you had said something terrible. “I am healthy!” He exclaimed.

“I know.” You nodded to assure him. “I’m just not.”

Luke laughed and checked his phone. You glanced towards it and saw that the clock was almost striking 7pm, making you hurry. You had been planning this dinner the whole day now. Beside you lied a stack of vegetables, waiting to be cut and cooked. Pasta needed to be made, making you more stressed out as your stomach growled.

It was a stupid thing to freak out about, but the plan was to be finished with dinner at 6pm, so you actually could get work done later. But instead, time decided to fuck with you.

Luke was getting impatient too as he watched your hands slowly cut the next carrot. His leg hammered into the counter when he jumped off the counter and stood right beside you. He carefully took the knife out of your hands.

“What are you doing?” You stuttered as you pushed him away, making him stop cutting.

“I’m thinking we could do it together?” Luke questioned and looked at the stack of vegetables. “I’m kinda hungry.”

“Me too.” You said and snatched the knife back in a quick movement and began chopping again. “But let me do this alone.”

“Why?” Luke responded sassily and you sighed. There wasn’t any easy way to explain why you wanted to have control. It had to be perfect.

“Just… you can’t do it my way.” You said frustrated, trying to keep on a smile for Luke. He tilted his head as he watched you do take the broccolis and start chopping them.

“So?” Luke asked obliviously. “Don’t you trust me?”

Your chest rose as the words he spoke hit you. You could hear your breathing started to grow vicious as your hands trembled along your sides. You felt blood thumping in the back of your head while you blinked to make your vision clear. Luke put his hands behind his back as he felt anxious by the question he had just asked. The answer could be hurtful for both of you.

“This is nothing to do with trust.” You laughed and pointed to the food. Luke’s pessimistic look was placed on the floor as silence hit the kitchen.

“What?” He looked at you with tremendous eyes and a small frown. “You don’t trust me, do you?”

It felt like time froze. Luke stood still, there was no wind outside the window and the clock wasn’t ticking. Absolute silence. You stopped the cutting and looked at the sharp knife with fear. When you were little, knives were your biggest fear. Your parents would always laugh at you because you didn’t know how to handle a normal knife at the age of thirteen. However, they both loved you unconditionally.

“Luke, that’s…” You stumbled and caught his eye quickly before staring back the chopping board. “That’s not the point.”

“Why don’t you trust me?” Luke asked determined and clutched his hands into fists. His breathing was getting quicker and his eyes wider as he looked you up and down.

“Luke, it’s complicated.” You mumbled a big lump had made your voice so thin that it was almost invisible. You did not want to discuss it. You didn’t want to bring up a subject, you had been dreading your whole life.

“I am just not good enough for you?” He yelled with furrowed eyebrows, his voice growing thicker for every word. He marched back a couple steps and closed his eyes slowly. When he opened, you were ignoring him completely. You were chopping the vegetables, hammering the knife through them.

“Huh? I’m not good enough for you?” Luke shouted, waving his hands in front of you and stomping his foot to get your attention.

“Stop it!” You screamed and threw the knife to the floor. The knife hit the dirty kitchen tiles with a massive cling, but the both of you ignored the noise. “You are way too good for me!”

Your voice was thin, but it filled the whole room anyways. Your cheeks were getting redder as you tried hard to hold back the devouring tears in your now wet eyes. You brought up the palm of your hand to hide a quiet sob coming from your mouth. Luke stood there, his anger running away from his face quickly as he observed your actions.

“What?” He asked, massaging his temples. You knew you had to bring up the memory that had scarred you for life. You knew you couldn’t dodge under this.

“If I’m not good enough for my own fucking dad, Luke,” You tried to keep your head up as you spoke. “If I couldn’t be enough for the one man that was supposed to protect me no matter what, then I will never be good enough for you, or enough to make you stay.”

The first tear hit the floor, and surprisingly it wasn’t your tear. Luke was quick to wipe it away, but seeing him crying made you sink onto the floor. You tried to keep quiet, but loud sobs escaped your mouth as a waterfall flew out of your eyes. Tears with such force they could build a river if they continued. Your head felt heavier as you hid it in your small hands and you could almost hear Luke gasp as he stormed down beside you to rub your back gently.

Your father had promised to protect you no matter what. He promised it almost every night as you said goodnight to him. But sometimes, promises break and trust shatters. One night, he came home after a long shift. You had been waiting for him to come home, but he was exhausted and as soon as you walked towards him, he looked evil. He didn’t look like himself, and you knew in a second that he had been drinking. The lifeless look in his eyes as he pushed you away from him and walked towards the kitchen. You tried to get him to the bedroom by turning him around, but as soon as you touched him, a sharp pain hit your face. He turned to the fridge, found a beer, and drank the whole bottle in a matter of seconds. You stood there, your hand cupping your left cheek as he laughed at you. He wasn’t himself. He wasn’t the loving dad you trusted with your life. Somehow in one night, he had manages to replace that trust with fear and anger.

Luke didn’t know the story and right now, you had no intentions of telling him. The thought of that night made you crumble into Luke’s arms. His breath was hitching as you soaked his shirt in saltwater tears. Your mouth released silent sobs and quick inhales. You closed your eyes as Luke kissed you forehead. He pulled you into his chest, making you sit between his legs. You could hear his fast heartbeat as he shushed every so often, trying to make you feel better.

“Everything is going to be okay.” He murmured and kissed you again. The crying was getting quieter as you felt Luke’s strong arms wrapped around your waist. He held you tight and just let you be broken. Because now, he knew that you weren’t okay. That you were insecure and had problems that needed to be fixed. And he promised himself that he would help you.

“I am here for you,” He whispered in between your crying. Your eyes were closed as if you were scared he was going to leave the moment you opened them. “Always.”

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