ugh i always look bad when i first crawl out of bed

“Like what you see?”(MATURE)

“…but I was thinking, maybe we should-Hello, the earth is calling Y/N. Anyone home?” Justin waved his hands in front of Y/N’s face. She quickly focused her eyes on his face. “Mhm?” she mumbled.

“Where did I lose you?” he asked curiously, wondering what was on her mind. They were discussing which movie they’re going to watch.

“Um, you were saying something about, um, the girl on the train? You said you would like to watch it, since you liked the book so much.” she spoke unsurely, wondering if he even spoke of that. She knows they had that conversation few days ago, but did he mentioned it today, she wasn’t certain.

As a respond he giggled. She joined him, she loved when he would giggle, his eyes would nearly shut, his smile would grow so big and the sound was just like an angel was laughing.

“So I’ve lost you like three days ago. I didn’t even mentioned it today. FYI I was telling you about this new movie “Don’t Breath”, but now I’m very interested what was on your mind.” His smile grew even wider, he looked like he caught her in some kind of embarrassing action, and he actually did, without even knowing. She could feel hotness spreading around her face, she knew she looked as red as a tomato. She buried her face into her palms.

That made Justin giggle even more. “Oh don’t tell me that you were picturing me naked?” he wiggled his eyebrows. He knew it would make her blush even more, and he just couldn’t resist but tease her. “You know, you could’ve just asked, I would even put a show for you.”

She immediately lifted her head up and yelled giggling “NO” her cheeks were dark red. She once again covered her face.

“So you don’t want me to put on a show for you?” Justin placed his left hand over his chest, pretending he’s hurt. “I am deeply offended, Y/N.”

He couldn’t keep a straight face, not around her. She was just so embarrassed, it was the cutest thing ever. He extended his arms to her. “Come”

She shyly moved from her place on the couch and sat onto his lap. She buried her face into crotch of his neck. He chuckled once again, and so did she. “Now will you tell me what you were thinking about, if it wasn’t me naked?”

She took a deep breath. She had some thoughts on this, and how to explain it to him, without him getting hurt. She moved her face from his neck and looked deeply into his eyes. By now, his face wasn’t all giggly and happy anymore, it was rather serious.

“Y/N, what is it? You’re scaring me.” he looked concerned. She placed her hands on his chest and started playing with the shirts fabric.

“No, no, it’s nothing that serious, you don’t have to be worried. I just. Ugh, I don’t know how to say this. You know I’m not good at this things.” His face lightened up a little bit.

“So you where picturing me naked.”

“No I was not.”

“Well then you were picturing us having sex.” Her cheeks went red once again. “So you were. You know you don’t have to picture something like that when I’m right there.” He got closer to her. She knew where this was leading and she had nothing against it, but it was now or never.

She lightly pushed him back down, and he looked at her confused. He wanted to say something but she cut him off.

“Technically, yes I was picturing us naked, but there was more to it.” Her eyes once more focused on her hands rather than his eyes. He could tell that he was very intrigued by now, and he wanted to know more than just that.

“So what was that more?” his voice became lower. He’s words came out like a little growl, which only sent shivers down her spine. He could feel she tensed above him. “Tell me, baby, what was I doing?”

She was always so shy about this kind of things, and she knew she won’t be able to tell him her fantasy, but she can avoid it by a simple question which should clarify everything.

“What kinks do you have?” now for him, that question came out of nowhere and it shocked him. Justin was staring at her, not sure why she was changing the subject.

“Look, you know I suck at dirty talk. Stop giggling, I wasn’t making a dirty joke.” She lightly punched his shoulder. “You’re not helping.”

“Oh come here my embarrassed baby.” He got closer once again and their lips met for a quick peck. Once they separated she started again. “You have to know one thing, by all of this I am not saying that our sex life is bad, at least not for me. It’s amazing but I just feel like something is missing. So I wanna know what gets you off, what do you like.”

He didn’t know what to say, she caught him off-guard. He observed her and she just couldn’t take the silence anymore. “Fine I’ll start. Um, I like rough sex, and by that I mean everything that goes with it, choking, tying up, ass slapping, blindfolding, and usage of toys. I like it when a man knows how to treat a woman, how to be a dominant but at the same time caring and loving.”

He looked at her like she was someone else, he had no idea where that came from. She was always so shy telling him about her sex dream or simple dirty talk during sex, so it shook him up.

He cleaned his throat and shifted in his sat, he was getting hot from her recent confession. “So that’s what you really like, baby girl? Is that what you want me to do?” Justin got closer to her, she could feel her heart beating faster. She bit her lip and simply nodded.

He placed his left hand on her back and twirled her around so she was laying on the couch and he was hovering her. She separated her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He brought his face closer to hers, but never touching hers.

Suddenly he got up from her, she was confused. He offered her his left arm and she took it. He pulled her of the couch. Their faces met once again, but he didn’t make a move. “Since you like being tied up, I can’t fuck the living shit out of you down here where I can’t tie you up to anything.”

He guided her up to their shared room, and with every step was feeling more and more horny. Once they were inside, Justin pushed her against the bedroom door. She gasped from sudden harshness, but it only made her hornier.

“Tonight I don’t want to hear a sound from you, unless I gave you permission. Understood?” Justin growled into her ear. She felt unexpected heat spreading across her body. She nodded, she wasn’t able to answer his question. But he wasn’t pleased with that.

His left hand found her neck and squeezed it, first, lightly, then adding more force. “Understood?” he inquired loudly. “Yes” she mumbled.

“Yes, what?” he repeated after her.

“Yes, daddy.”

He lighten his grip only to lock his lips with hers. She expected it to be a rough and fast kiss, but he wasn’t hurrying anywhere. It annoyed her, she wanted to feel him, and she wanted him to just take her, without any foreplay. But she knew she wasn’t getting that.

His hands were moving up and down her body, but once hers found the back of his head, he jacked the off and held them up, above her head. It only made her moan into the kiss.

He freed her lips and placed kisses all over her chin. She knew what he was doing, and he knew the exact effect he had on her. “Please, Justin.”

All of the sudden he stopped, his grip became tighter. He looked into her eyes, his voice was low and steady. “I don’t recall giving you a permission to speak. Do that one more time and I will stop.” She bit her lip and tried to hold in a moan.

He freed her hands only to rip her shirt off. She wouldn’t be able to describe how hot and weak it made her when he ripped it, she wanted to moan, all frustrated. He took what remained of the shirt in one hand, while he used his other one to guide her to the bed. When her legs hit the end of the bed, he demanded. “Bra off, lay on your back, hands above your head.”

She listened, but she took the chance to tease him as much as he was teasing her. She slowly reached behind her back, she pretended to be struggling with her bra. He clenched his jaw and stepped closer. He didn’t even warn her, he just ripped it off and pushed her onto bed. She crawled to the top of the bed, she obediently laid on her back placing her hands above her head, meeting the coldness of headboard.

Justin seemed pleased, as he got onto bed, placing his knees on either side of her body, slowly making his way up to her, slowly rolling her shirt in his hands. Once he reached her, his crotch was directly in front of her and she couldn’t help but bite her lip.

“You like what you see?” he asked taking her hands in his and wrapping her shirt around her hands. He continued, never stopping to look down at her. “Now, this will have to work today, but next time, baby girl, you’re gonna be properly handcuffed. I promise you that.” He tighten the knot, making sure it was at the same time tight enough, but not way to tight.

He backed away a little bit, he lowered himself, so his face was at the same height as hers. They looked at each other, and Y/N just couldn’t take it anymore. She just wanted to feel his touch, his lips all over her body, his hands working their way up and down her inner thigh, his tongue circling around her clit, and lastly his dick inside of her.

She moved her head up but he was faster and backed away, only a little bit but enough far so she couldn’t reach him. He smirked at her while she let out a sigh. It seemed like he wasn’t hurrying anywhere, but Y/N was just about to explode. “Ugh, please Justin. Stop teasing.” She whined out.

The sound of her voice made Justin back away. He wiggled his left finger “That’s a no-no. What did I say? Speak one more time and I will stop. Do you really want me to stop? No? Then I will have to get those pretty little mouth occupied, won’t I?”

Justin got off the bed, still not hurrying anywhere. He stood on the left side of the bed, slowly undoing his kaki jeans. He used the opportunity to take his shirt off, shoes and Calvin Klein boxers. Y/N’s eyes never let his out of sight, observing every inch of his body, memorizing the little stuff.

“Like what you see?” Justin inquired. As a respond, she let out a loud moan. “Isn’t it funny that, when you have a permission to talk you don’t, but when you don’t, you do? You like being bad? Trust me I can treat you like a bad girl any time you want.” He growled, slowly getting onto bed, taking the same position as before.

He took his dick into his hand and placed it in front of her mouth. “Suck.” But he didn’t need to tell her twice. She took him into her mouth, as much as she could and started sucking onto it. His mouth felt open, as her eyes never left his eyes. “Fuck, just like that.”

She would gladly go slow and tease him, but she wasn’t able to take it slow. She picked her pace, sucking and licking. He grabbed her hair “So you wanna be a bad girl? Then, don’t suck a dick like a good girl.” With those words he pushed her head all the way to his pubic hair. She gaged at the sudden at the feeling of his whole dick in her mouth.

“That’s right take it all.” He roughly pushed her head back and forth, and every time she could feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat. She could feel her drool all over her neck and chest.

“How selfish of me. You’re here all hot and wet, and all I think about is my pleasure.” He pulled out, heavy breathing.

“Are you wet for me? Or are you dripping?” he asked, slowly backing away so he was placed in between her legs. “Well, let’s find out.”

He harshly pressed his right hand on her pussy, rubbing her clit through her panties. She let out a loud moan of relief, finally feeling his touch. “Ohhoho.” He said excitedly. “Someone is dripping wet.”

He pulled her panties off, lowering his head, and without a warning connecting his lips with her clit. Y/N moaned loudly, throwing her head into the pillow and pushing her hips up. Justin placed his hands around her legs, separating them to get into better position.

“So delicious.” He growled against her, which send shiver all over her body. He pushed his two fingers in, making her moan even louder. He picked his pace with his tongue and fingers action, making her lose her mind.

She was feeling herself getting close, and she knew he felt it to, because he suddenly stopped. She whined because of the sudden feeling of emptiness. He got up and in a matter of second pushed himself into him.

The sudden change from his tongue to his dick made her scream his name out loud. He let out a loud grown. “So Fucking. Tight.” He muttered out with every thrust.

With his left hand he placed her left leg onto his shoulder, lightly hovering over her, his right hand found her right nipple, harshly nibbling onto it.

She was close, she could feel her orgasm growing. “I can feel you clenching around my dick. You wanna come? Well not yet.”

With those words he picked up his speed, and it made it even hared for not to cum. She tugged her nails into the fabric of her shirt. She looked up at Justin, her eyes begging him to let her cum. He moved his hand from her nipple to her neck, griping it tightly.

“Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for daddy.” Nothing more was needed to be say. She felt her walls clenching, and within the second she came hard, all around him, tugging her nails now into her skin, screaming his name.  

“Fuck. You look so hot when you cum.” He hissed out, not slowing his pace, while she was still high from her previous longly waited orgasm.

He stopped only to flip her around. “On all fours.” He demanded, and once again thrusted into her. She was feeling sore, but she didn’t mind, it felt so good to feel him inside her, she wished they could stay like this forever.

He tangled his left hand in her hair, tugging it back so he could appreciate her pretty face. His right hand slapped her each ass cheek twice, making her whimper after every slap.

He could feel himself getting close, so he picked his pace. Y/N wasn’t far away, even though she just finished one orgasm. She pushed her ass more up “Fucking hell Y/N, do that again.”

She pushed her ass up as much as she could, feeling satisfied that she could please him like that. “Are you close baby girl? Yeah? Cum with me, cum with your daddy.”

His thrust became sloppier as both of their orgasms hit them, she could feel his hot seed feeling her inside, and she screamed his name loudly. He growled loudly emptying himself into her.

As the rid their orgasm of, Y/N collapsed on the bed, and Justin on top of her, never pulling his dick out of her. She moved her head so she was facing him and she smiled. They were both breathing heavily.

“That was extraordinary.” Was all she could mumble into the pillow.

“Oh I’m not finished with you just yet.”

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The R.F.A + V and Saeran (especially saeran bc <3) reacting to MC falling asleep on/against them

Hello :) Mod Saeran here bringing joy and happiness to all of the fandom :) NOT GOING TO LET THOSE RUDE ANONS GET TO ME. >:O

This is really fluffy and cute * I HAVEN’T WROTE FLUFFY AND CUTE IN A WHILE *


-It was a beautiful winter morning, the air was chilly, the snow gave the surroundings a beautiful white blanket. You thought the day couldn’t get better BUT IT FREAKING DID.

-The director called Zen that rehearsals were cancelled because the theater was way too cold to practice in.

-It’s been awhile since Zen stayed home so expect tons of kisses and cuddles C:

-You guys decided to cook breakfast together and he was so happy :’)

-When you were getting the flour and eggs to start mixing….. this man….. was…. ABOUT TO START WAR IN HIS KITCHEN….

-He grabbed a handful of flour and just threw it at you :O


       ~Zen: My angel just had to match the weather outside you look like a beautiful snow prince-

       *You threw flour back at him and it was a FLOUR FIGHT

      * You were mad because it didn’t even notice on his beautiful white hair ( I LOVE THIS MAN’S RAT TAIL IDGAF WHAT YOU SAY OR THINK )

      *So you decided you needed to be extra

      *He saw that you were pondering…… he was trying to figure out what you were thinking…. TILL HE SAW YOU REACHING FOR THE EGG

    ~ Zen: babe…. Princess…. PLEASE NO.

    ~ (Y/N): I swear to your beautiful voice if you don’t clean up this mess while I shower i will throw this at you

      *He laughed because you were trying to be mad but your whole face was covered in flour LOL

-He promised to clean up and when he finished he saw you sitting on the couch hair wet and wearing his shirt

-He loved moments like this he went over to you grabbed a blanket and pulled you closer to him C: but…. minutes later YOU FELL ASLEEP



-he felt so touched that you thought he was comfortable enough to sleep on

-He rubbed your shoulder so lightly that it felt like he was touching a delicate snowflake

-He whispered to you that he loved you so much and he thanked you for making him a better person

-He sang a beautiful lullaby that would of put Snow White to shame :’) he was absolutely in love with you.

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Behind The Scenes 3 (15/???)

Author’s note: One day I will figure out how many parts there are… But for now, there are only like 3 or 4 cities till the end. I know I said I would do longer scenes, but for the sake of dramatic effect and my habit of procrastination, I need to buy myself more time to finish the last of BTS 3. Sorry for any errors.

Genre: Let’s say fluff for now (Jungkook)

Word Count: 2675

City: Manila (Day 3)

Summary: Y/n and Jungkook spend almost the whole day together.

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.

You opened your eyes to see that Jungkook had already woken up. He was sitting next to you as he watched TV.

He smiled down at you as you stretched awake. “Good afternoon sleepy head.”

In your groggy state, you stared up at him until the details of who he was, where you were and what year it was finally came back to you. “… Afternoon?” you mumbled.

“It’s 3pm on the dot!”

“Oh damn!” you muttered as you rubbed your eyes. “What did you do while I was asleep?”

“I washed up, ate, watched TV, took a nap with you, then Jimin and Tae showed up. I’m surprised you didn’t wake up, we were kinda loud as we ate lunch. Then they left when Tae had to go to the deal with Namjoon, so now I’m back to watching TV.

You sat up next to him. “It sounds like you had a long day.”

“Eh, it was kinda boring with you asleep… Go wash up and let’s go eat down stairs! Then we can come back and be lazy again.”

“Ok” you smiled.

It wasn’t long before you both were dressed in matching button down shirt and were enjoying a meal at the restaurant. For once, you and Jungkook had a fun and drama free time. The late lunch date was filled with laughter from making bad puns and having a staring contest while you were waiting for the food to arrive.

After the meal, you and Jungkook took a walk around the hotel grounds. Most of your time was spent walking in the hotel garden.

Jungkook being Jungkook convinced you to take the “most thug” pictures possible with all the flowers. At this point, you were having so much fun with him, you didn’t care how stupid either of you looked to the people around you.

Once it got dark, you and Jungkook headed back to the room.

Jungkook let you in the room first, but quickly pulled you into a hug after he closed the door. When he pulled you into a kiss, you pulled back, but kept your arms wrapped around him. “What was that for?”

He shrugged. “Nothing really. I just realized that I didn’t get a kiss from you today.” He said as he attempted to kiss you again. “Ya! You told me we get to be lazy when we got back.”

“Fine, fine. You get in bed and I’ll get my laptop ready.”

“Laptop?” you asked walking to the bed. “Why don’t we just watch TV?”

“TV? What TV?” He asked as he pretended to not see the large TV mounted on the dresser where he was typing in his password.

“Oh, you know, the huge ass one right in front of you!”

“Oh, that TV! Yeah, that doesn’t work.” He said, crawling next to you.

“It doesn’t work?”

“Not at all!” He kept his eyes glued on the computer as he typed in the website.

“Then how were you watching TV when I woke up?” you laughed because you knew you caught him.

“… That’s not important right now jagi. That was then this is now, stop living in the past.” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes at him and let out a small chuckle. It was probably just best to play along with whatever he was doing right now. You decided to just rest your head on his shoulder. “What are we going to watch?” you asked as you looked at what he was scrolling through on the screen.

“I’m not too sure. I just clicked whatever. I think it’s an anime.”

“Yeah sure, you “randomly” chose an anime.”

He smiled at you but only responded by pressing play and starting the episode.

The episode wasn’t even halfway through the intro when Jungkook paused it. “Let’s lay down. My neck hurts.” He laid back and rested the laptop on his chest.

You lay down and scooted a bit closer to him to see the screen.

Once again, the episode didn’t play for long before it was paused again. “Wait, my back hurts. I have a better idea.” He moved onto his side to face you and supported himself on his elbow. Then he moved the laptop over to the empty space next to you and played the video again. “This is better.” He mumbled as he left his arm draped over your waist.

You held back a laugh as you looked up at him. He was staring intensely at the screen trying to hold back his own laughter because he knew you were staring at him.

You rolled onto your side, taking his arm and wrapping it around your shoulders.

A small chuckle escaped him and he held you tighter.

The rest of the episode was constantly interrupted by Jungkook’s cute antics. He took whiffs of your hair, commenting how good you smelled despite having used the exact same shampoo as well. You proceeded to have trouble keeping track of the plot and the characters because Jungkook began playing with your hair. His attempts to braid it always resulted in knots and tangles.

Well into the second episode, you felt his stray kisses landing on your ear, your neck, and your jaw.  At one point, his kiss on your cheek made his hair flop forward and he covered your view of the screen.

That was the last straw and you paused the show. “Hey!” you whined. “I missed what happened! I thought we were supposed to be watching the anime you chose.”

“Aw, I just want a kiss.” He pouted.

You pulled him down for a small kiss and tried to turn back to the computer.

“Ok, wait! Another one! Please~!”

You gave him another one so he would behave, however, that kiss lead to another and another and soon it was much more than just a kiss.

It wasn’t long before he was on top of you with your fingers gripping into his hair. He had learned his lesson from the last time and his hands didn’t dare move from your hips. From the way, his mouth and tongue moved with yours, it was obvious how bad he wanted you. You found yourself wanting to take things further and you knew it was wasn’t going to happen unless you said something.

As if he could read your mind, he went after your weakness. His mouth moved down your jaw and was sucking the sweet spot on your neck. Again, you let out a small moan and you knew you wanted to take things further.

You unraveled your arms from around him and brought them to your chest. Jungkook took it as a sign to stop and swiftly pulled himself back. “Jagi, what is it? Did I do something wrong?”

“Huh? No… It’s just…” your fingers played with the top button of your shirt. “… I feel like you want a bit more… I kinda do too… so then maybe we could…”

His eyes focused on your fingers “… Well, baby only if you want to.” But the look in his eyes begged you otherwise.

You very slowly unbuttoned the first button. The second you pulled back the collar to open your shirt a bit, his lips attacked your newly exposed skin. He kissed all he possibly could before he reached the fabric once again. You undid the next button and his lips moved further down, not letting a single spot go untouched.

You had just unbuttoned the third button, giving him access to your chest, when a stupid loud laser sound went off. You both knew that meant Jungkook just got a text from V. However, the sound itself was so unexpected, it practically scared the shit out of you.

The annoying ringtone didn’t stop and it was getting you out of the mood. The incessant ringing didn’t bother Jungkook though. “Just ignore it baby.” he said in between kisses. He had already finished unbuttoning your shirt and his hands were under your back, unclasping your bra. You let everything just slip off your upper body and Jungkook threw them across the room. The texts still didn’t stop. His phone became frantic with incoming messages and it was hard to ignore.

Jungkook unbuckled his pants and his hands moved fast to the waistband of yours, but you stopped him. “Jungkook, just see want he wants then turn off the phone or something. It’s so annoying.”

“Ugh, fine.” Jungkook stretched over you and grabbed his phone from the nightstand.

As he scrolled through the messages,ou unbuttoned his shirt, letting your hands roam his body.

“Fuck!” He cursed through his teeth.

You stopped at his seriousness. “What happened?”

“Fucking Tae says he needs to fucking talk to me about some stupid shit.” He huffed.

“I thought he was out with Namjoon still.”

Jungkook sat up to catch his breath. “Well apparently they are back now.” he looked down at you disappointed that the moment was ruined.


He sent back a few texts before he got up and walked across the room to pick up your shirt and bra. “While I go to Tae’s room, you have to stay with Jimin.”

Your inside flipped around from guilt instantly. “Why?!?”

“Well according to Tae, what he needs to talk about is something he needs to tell just me… and its best you not be alone…” he said as he handed you your clothes.

You quickly put them on, avoiding his eyes. “Oh…  well, yeah. I get that…” you mumbled.

Jungkook sat at the edge of the bed now. “Yeah?”


You felt the urge to cover yourself up as much as possible at the thought of being stuck in a room with Jimin, so much so that you even got up from the bed to get your shoes on, but Jungkook grabbed your wrist and pulled you between his legs. “It’s nothing personal jagi. We can’t leave you alone in general.”

“Yeah I get it, but why Jimin?” The last thing you wanted to do was face Jimin. There was already so much guilt and anxiety growing inside you.

“Well, you aren’t talking to Yoongi or Hoseok. You most definitely are not going with Hiro, Namjoon or Jin. Minho is your only other option, but he isn’t the easiest person to be around. He’s pretty weird sometimes and I don’t completely trust him all the time.”

You let out a sigh. “Ok, yeah, I get why it’s to Jimin’s room I go.” You gulped.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you close to him. “But when I get done talking with Tae, you and I can go back to what we were doing.”


Jungkook knocked on Jimin’s door and waited for him to open it. “Don’t worry baby, it shouldn’t take me long.”

“Don’t call me that!” you whispered harshly.

“What? It’s not like he’s gonna hear us through the-“

The door slowly opened and Jimin appeared. “What does Tae have to talk to you about anyway? I texted him about it but he didn’t really tell me anything.” He said to Jungkook.

You could feel your face on fire. You couldn’t even get yourself to look directly at Jimin because you felt he could read your mind or something.

“Oh, uh, I don’t know either.” Jungkook shrugged. “He just insisted that I go to his room and talk with him. It’s probably some crap with Namjoon and the deals or something.”

“That’s weird. It’s kinda late to be talking right now, but then again if they barely got back from a deal then I guess I get it… But it’s whatever. As long as I don’t get dragged into all the dealing drama, I’m good.” Jimin’s phone buzzed and he pulled it out to read his message. “Jungkook get your ass over there. He’s still waiting and I want these messages to stop.” He said as he typed away.

“Fine, you and y/n have fun.” Jungkook said as he walked off to V’s room.

Jimin gave you a smile and moved back to let you in. You very awkwardly smiled back and ducked your head as you entered the room.

“It nice to see you finally up.” he laughed. “How did your free afternoon go?”

“Ha-ha” you laughed nervously. “Uh, I was alright I guess.” You could feel your forehead sweating. “We- I mean- I didn’t really do anything different! Nope just ate and watched TV as usual…”

Jimin definitely noticed your behavior. “Y/n are you okay? You’re acting a bit weird.”

“Shit!” you thought. You tried to think of a lie to tell him. “Oh, uh, I’m fine! I just uh, I uh, I drank some espresso in my room cuz I wanted to see what it would taste like… I probably got a bit too carried away trying it. Ha!” you let your nervous jitters out and prayed that he believed you.

“Well then you must have been having some fun then.” He smiled again.

“I need to change the subject fast!” you thought. “So how do you like having your own room?!?” you blurted out. “I feel a bit weird not sharing a room with you anymore.”

Jimin smile grew. “Well, don’t take this the wrong way, buuut… I like having my own room again.” He blushed.

You dropped your jaw dramatically. “I take full offense!” you laughed.


Lailani stood in front of the standing mirror, doing one last check of her dress before he got to the room. She grabbed the cellphone from the top of the dresser and sent a text to Jimin. *Jk says y/n will be with you. send her to my room in 15*. She then went to the door to idly wait for the young idol’s arrival.

Finally, she heard someone knocking and she rushed to get it open.

She could see his face turned sour as he looked down at her. He was quick to shift his gaze on anything else but her and cleared his throat before he spoke. “Lailani… Just came to talk to Tae.” Jungkook said awkwardly.

She smiled up at him and stepped to the side to let him walk in. She closed the door, but made sure it didn’t click shut, as Jungkook went about the room in search of V.

“Um, so, uh, where is Tae?” Jungkook asked nervously.

His awkwardness was a bit off putting, yet completely adorable. Lailani had a feeling that was going to make things a bit more fun. “He’s not here.” She said blankly.

Jungkook looked confused and it only made her want to laugh. She held herself back and stayed as serious as possible.

“Then why did he text me?” He asked more to himself than to her.

“Oh, he didn’t text you, I did!” She smirked as she held up V’s cellphone that she swiped from his coat pocket before he left.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at her. His jaw clenched a bit. It made him look so much manlier than a few moments ago. “Ok! What is this about?”

She took a few steps up to him, just close enough to brush her chest up against his. “Nothing much, I just wanted to talk about old times.”

He scoffed at her. “You gotta be kidding me. I don’t have time for this.”

He tried to walk out of the room, but she dashed in front of him. “What’s the rush? Aw, you look tense.” She said as she slid her hands up his strong shoulders. “Why don’t I give you one of my massages. You used to love those, remember?”

He brushed her hand off him. “No thanks.” Again he headed towards the door.

In a panic she went straight to her last resort. “How do you think Y/n will react when I tell her about us?!? Better yet, how do you think the tabloids will handle the news?” Those words stopped him in his tracks. “If only there was a to keep me quiet.” She said tauntingly.

First of all, I want to thank you all for all the activity I got over the last scene. You all literally made my day. I had the BIGGEST smile on my face every time I saw how you guys reacted to my question and who you guys were choosing y/n to be with. Even on the stuff I got from some of you today, almost a week later (let’s be honest here, I couldn’t wait anymore to post this part up) , just made me feel so good. The activity and the reactions/comments I got from you all made me so happy.

Second, I didn’t think this would happen, but I kinda like writing now… so idk, I was thinking of starting a side blog for scenarios or something. I am not too sure yet. I have many idea for other scenarios/drabbles, but I don’t want to congest this blog with any more stuff. If I do make another one, the BTS series will still be post on this blog (I don’t want to deal with moving links and changing the watermark on the GIFs). I am still debating it though.

Domestic Drabbles - 6: It’s Not London (Part 1)

Presenting! *drum roll* Part 6 of Domestic Drabbles: A Series! 
More inspiration from my amazing husband!

This one has two parts, so watch for the next one coming soon. Beware the slight angst.

And shoutout to @baz-n-simon for being the most amazing beta, support, and bestie (:


Baz has been having a string of bad days lately. When he comes over, he’s grumpy and frustrated, and we always end up arguing over pointless things before he leaves for the night. We’re both so fiery and stubborn that neither of us can back down. Sometimes these fights are so intense that I’m so sure he wouldn’t even bother coming over the next day. But he always does. Everyday.

Most of the time, we don’t talk about it. The arguments or Baz’s bad day. It’s not that we avoid the conversation; it’s just that I rarely ask and he rarely offers. I’ve never been great with words, so I made a rule for myself to not force others to talk if they don’t want to. And Baz tends to avoid talking about most of his feelings, like he always has, so the conversation never happens. Penny says that this isn’t healthy, but when has mine and Baz’s relationship ever been an example of perfection?

But now, Baz is standing in front of me, in the doorway of my bedroom, looking like he might cry at any moment, and I immediately decide to break my rule.

“Baz.” I gently touch his hand that’s gripping the doorknob. “What- what’s wrong?” He’s so delicate like this, so fragile, like if touched him any more, he would break.

He shifts his gaze around my face, like he’s unsure, or thinking. Then he furrows his brow and touches my shoulder, then gently pushes me aside.

“I don’t want to talk about it, Snow,” he says. He walks over to my bed and just plops down on it, stomach first and dead-weight. Literally dead-weight, my mind adds. And then I frown.

“Baz,” I say. He just sighs into the sheets, then grabs a pillow and places it over his head.

“I said I don’t want to talk about it.”

I frown at him again. At this point, I would just go to the kitchen for snacks and let Baz fume through what was bothering him. But with that look on his face, I’m suddenly determined to get him to tell me.

“Baz,” I say again, and he groans. He then grabs the entire blanket from the end of the bed and pulls it on top of him.

“No, Snow.”

I walk over to his legs that are sticking off the bed, and I touch his ankle gently.

“Tell me,” I say. It wasn’t a demand; more of a subtle plea.

He lets out a muffled huff. “No, Snow,” he says again.

I crawl onto the bed and sit beside him. “Please tell me,” I say, laying my hand on his back.

“No.” He pulls the edges of the blanket closer to him. “Can’t you leave me alone?”

“Nope,” I say, grabbing the edges of the blanket near his face. I try to yank them away, but Baz’s death-grip is unmatched. His literal death-grip, my mind adds. And I frown again. I can’t seem to turn off the vampire jokes today.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Baz says, tucking the blanket it under him. “Let me hide here in peace.”

“I want you to talk about it, Baz,” I say. I roll on top of him and sit on his back, pinning the back of his legs down with my feet. “I’m not going to let you hide.” I grab the blanket in front of his face and pull it upward.

“Ugh, Snow. Get off,” he says, trying to hold the blanket down. He moves around slightly, trying to shake me off, but I have the upperhand. Literally.

I manage to pull the blanket out of one of Baz’s hands, and I peel it back off part of his face. He immediately turns his head over and hides his face in the other hand.

“Leave me alone,” he says, but it’s less upset sounding and more grumpy.

“I will leave you alone if you tell me,” I say, tugging at the blanket in his other hand.


I start to frown, but my lip suddenly curls upward into a smirk. I push Baz’s hair away from his temple, lean down, and kiss him gently there. And then again. And again.

“Please tell me,” I say, curling my fingers into his hair.

He just buries his face even more into his blanketed hand.

“Baz,” I mumble against his temple.

“No, Snow.”

I kiss his temple again, then start pushing the blanket away from his face. He tries to fight me, holding onto the blanket as much as possible, but I keep managing to push it further and further away. I kiss each area of his face as I uncover it. I kiss the top of his cheekbone, and then his cheek, and his jaw, and then his nose. He has his eyes scrunched closed, so I kiss his eyelids, and then his forehead. I linger back along his temple, then kiss his ear.

“Baz,” I whisper into it.

He groans. “Fine,” he says, opening his eyes and letting go of the blanket. “I’ll tell you.”

I smile at him and lean up. As I begin to relax, Baz pushes my shoulder and tries to roll, pushing me off in the process. He almost succeeds in escaping, but as he rolls over, I pin one of his arms down so he can’t get up and roll back on top of him.

“You’re not going anywhere until you tell me,” I say. He tries to push at me with his free arm, but I pin that down as well. I’m inches away from his face now, and he’s glaring at me, his pupils enlarging, so I glare back.

We hold our glares at each other for a moment before he huffs in defeat. “Fine, Snow, fine. Just let go of my arms.”

“I will give you one arm,” I say.

He grins at this, and I feel my whole body relax. I didn’t even realize how tense I had been until now.

“Fine,” he says, still grinning. “One arm.”

I let go of his left arm, and he immediately places his hand on my leg, stroking his thumb along it. His grin suddenly disappears though, and I feel myself tense up again.

“My father,” he says, and his eyes shift away from me. “He’s never approved of my choice in Universities. London has never been prestigious enough for him. He wants me to go to Oxford.”

I raise my eyebrow at him. “Oxford? What’s wrong with that?”

His gaze falls back on me. “It’s not London, Snow.”

“I don’t understand, Baz,” I say, and I truly don’t. Oxford is prestigious. Baz is prestigious. It makes sense for him to go there.

Baz wiggles his arm that I’ve pinned down, and I let it go, leaning up in the process. He immediately grabs my hand and squeezes it. His eyes lock with mine, and they’re filled with so much sadness that my chest starts to hurt.

“It’s not London, Simon.”

(Part 2)

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anonymous asked:

No problem ! I remember reading a previous ask of yours about Vongola 10 getting hit by the TYL bazooka and seeing their s/o with someone else leading them to break things off. Eventually they witness the same scene and realize it was their own fault. Instead of letting their ex go, could you write about them pursuing them and making amends even if their interfering with their s/o current relationship ? For Hibari, Yamamoto & Ryohei ?




Walking away was more difficult than Takeshi thought.

Even as he neared the exit of the bar he could still hear your laugh… Soothing and enough to make his heart soar. It took everything he had not to turn back and drag you over in his embrace.

As soon as he was out of the bar he took a lungfull of the cold air outside. Memories of you forced him to lean against the wall beside the bar’s door. He wished he smoke like Hayato but being a former athlete stopped him from indulging. He guessed it was better this way.

That night he slept the night away and dreamed of you. Of what the two of you had before all this happened. He woke up feeling empty. Alone.

When he walked in to report to Tsuna that day he caught a glimpse of Hayato taking a smoke out in the gardens. He tried to conjure up his usual smile.


Hayato nodded back at him before returning his eyes to the gates where one of their lower subordinates was talking to a stranger.

“What’s going on?” Takeshi asked curiously as came near the bomber.

Hayato flicked his chin at the scene with the stranger before speaking through his cig. “Just a low level nobody trying to get into the Vongola. Nothing new.”

Takeshi squinted and blinked towards the gate again and his blood turned cold when he recognized the stranger talking to one of their men.

It was the man you were last night.

“Oi, Jyudaime says he’ll be staying in tonight so you don’t­― Hey! Where are you going?!”

“I’m taking the day off! Tell Tsuna!”

He got in his car and called Shoichi for your last known address. He was at your front door in a matter of minutes.

When you opened the door to him you weren’t expecting to see Takeshi standing there with his eyes sharp and glinting like a blade looking down at you with an urgency that made your heart pound hard.

“I need to talk to you.”

That voice. Rougher and finer than what it was all those years ago made your body tingle with familiar want. But the memory of him kicking you out of your life woke you up from the secret longings of your heart and you attempt to slam the door in his face. He held it open easily with a hand on the frame.

Please!” he said through gritted teeth as he kept the door open. “You’re in danger!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! Leave me alone!”

You stumbled back when he pushed the door open fully and walked in with determined strides and you were left shaking as you stared right back at him. Never did you think you’d see him again. Never did you think your feelings for him was still so strong.

“I think you need to leave,” you tell him as calmly as you could. “I’m expecting my fiancé to come by today. I don’t want him to see you here.”

“Leave him.”

The order caught you completely off guard and you look up at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. “What…?”

“Leave him. He’s not good for you. Leave him before you get involved with him further.”

You shook your head slowly, trying to wrap your head around what he was saying. “What? How do you get the nerve to tell me that…? How could you just barge in here and tell me that?!”


“I know what he is.”

You watched as Takeshi’s anger deflate and turn into confusion. “What?”

“I know he’s an assassin. When he and I got together I found out after I overheard him talking to someone over the phone.”

Takeshi’s eyes took on a wild sheen. “THEN WHY ARE YOU STILL WITH HIM?!”


Takeshi’s fist punched a hole in your wall as his eyes filmed with tears and his breath ran ragged. “IF THAT WAS THE CASE THEN WHAT THE HELL DID I LEAVE YOU FOR?!”

You blinked back at him in confusion. “What?”

He covered his eyes with one large, calloused hand to hide his sudden tears even as he laughed half hysterically at the situation. “I left you because I didn’t want you to get involved in this world…! I left you because I wanted you safe! If you were going to end up with someone like me anyway then what was the point of all my sacrifices to keep you safe all these years?! What was the point of forcing myself not to come crawling back every time I thought about you?!”


He removed his hand from his face and you broke at the bitter, half mad grin on his face as he looked down at you. “I’m sorry. But now that I know being a hitman is something you can overlook then… I don’t care if you’re with someone else. I’m taking you back. How can I possibly let go of you now…?”


He was just about to leave when another woman blocked his way and out her arms around him, giggling in the same way you have been just now. Absently Hayato wondered why the sound you made seemed much more pleasant to his senses than this lady rubbing herself against him.

“Hey, handsome~ Where are you going? Want to play with me?”

“I’m not interested. Go away.”

“Awww playing hard to get? Come on now, I’m lonely~!”

Hayato stiffened as he heard another giggle coming from you and he couldn’t help but glance your way as the man you were with started leading you off somewhere.

“Well, looks like that guy is up to his old tricks again.”

Hayato glanced at the woman still clinging to him like a wet shirt curiously. “What do you mean?”

She smirked. “That guy’s scum. He’s dealing with that new date drug. Makes a girl giddy and hallucinate while he carts them off to be auctioned somewhere. I think it makes them imagine and see their biggest fantasy. Looks like he’s found his newest merchandise.”

At that Hayato’s breath caught in his throat. His blood went ice cold as he remembered his thoughts when he first saw this scene for five minutes ten long years ago. Without uttering another word he shook the protesting woman off of him and went after you. He caught you and the scum as he was about to put you in a taxi. Hayato pulled the man off of you by the collar of his coat.

“Hey, buddy, what’re you―”

Hayato punching him in the face stopped the man from finishing his sentence and was left ignored as he rolled on the street in pain from his broken nose. Hayato then pushed into the cab with you and told the taxi to take him to his address. As the taxi moved he cradled you against him. The fact that you weren’t protesting and was still giggling while you snuggled up to him was proof that you had indeed taken some drugs. The faint smile of alcohol told the silver haired bomber that that scum must have mixed the shit in your drink while you weren’t looking. Still…

It was so good to feel your arms around him again. He couldn’t stop himself from burying his face in your hair and breathing you in. You gave out that sweet little giggle again and buried your face in his chest. It made Hayato hold you tighter.

When you arrived at his apartment he lifted you in his arms and took you inside. As he lay you on the bed to let you rest you clutched him tighter to you and the word you whined made him freeze in his tracks.

“Hayato…” Hayato looked down at you and his knees weakened at the sight of your tears even as you kept in smiling. “You’re back… I’m so happy… I love you… Don’t leave me again…”

He almost took you, right there and then. The only thing stopping him was the fact that he might hurt you along with the drug that you had taken. Settling you on the bed and prying your fingers off his shirt he covers you in a blanket and lies next to you, waiting for you to wake up. And when you did and recognized the man beside you you screamed and tried to get away. Hayato pinned you down on the bed.

“What the hell, Hayato?! Let me go! Ugh… I feel dizzy… What the hell did you do to me, asshole!”

“Tch, you’re screaming at me like that now after you kept calling my name all night? You never change, you’ve always been so stupid!”

“Stupid?! Who are you calling stupid, you idiot! You’ve got no right to call me that!” even as you screamed tears poured of your eyes as you tried to struggle underneath him. “Damn it, let go! You’ve done enough to me already! I’m tired of thinking of you! I’m tired of loving you! Let go!”

Hayato’s eyes softened even as he leaned down and touched your forehead with him. “God, I fucked when I let you go, didn’t I? I actually thought you’d be happy with someone less screwed up in the head than me. I’m wrong. So fucking wrong.”

Your eyes widened at the words you have only dreamed of hearing after all this time. Words that made you wake up feeling empty and aching when you wake up the next day. It didn’t even feel real…

“Ha… ya… to…?”

“Take me back,” he whispered against your lips as he did so, looking you directly in the eye with a pleading gaze you had never seen on him before. “Please take me back…”


Ryohei pounded into the punching bag like a man gone wild. Several of the gym members gaped as the stitches started breaking at the seams and sand startled trickling on the floor. Every punch thrown into the large bag made it fly into the wall. Sasagawa Ryohei was known around the gym as someone who was a generally good natured guy so seeing him act so… violently was unnerving. Everyone stayed away.

Ryohei wasn’t even aware of the attention he was getting. He had been in a bad, melancholic mood since this morning. Ever since he dreamed of breaking up with you with no words of proper explanation. Merely the evidence of witnessing a future where you did not choose him to be by your side. The fact that he had been a wreck over you for the last ten years didn’t help. He would always be rattled with melancholy when he remembered your name.

The memory of your shocked and hurt face made his next punch sharper and the punching bag gave in, ripping in half and the sand inside burst out like a bomb. It rushed him right back to his senses.

Sighing he went back to the bench where he left his towel and water tumbler. Moments later he took a shower and was on his way out of the gym when his attention was caught by the sound of a gentle laugh. It froze him with its familiarity.

Slowly he turned and saw you there handing a water bottle to a stranger. Another man who smiled right back at you. Ryohei’s heart stopped. Was he still dreaming? Wasn’t this the same scene he had witnessed from ten years ago?

Envy ate at him even as he repressed the violence in his heart. He let you go because he wanted you to be happy, right? He had no right to take back what he said now…

But he knew that man although he had never really looked at him properly! He was a well-known polygamist around here in the gym! You were probably the third woman seen to visit him at the gym this month. There was a rumor that he even asked his girlfriends for money to feed his luxurious addictions. Ryohei had never thought highly of him and ignored him most of the time.

Ryohei watched you leave after the man kissed you on the cheek. It felt like a punch in the gut. And as you turned around he saw your eyes widen as you stared back at him.

Ryohei watched your eyes reflect surprise, then sadness and then you bowed to him with a plaintive smile before attempting to pass him by the corridor. You never were one to make a scene. You have always been so quiet, so gentle and understanding. The complete opposite of him. He found no other person who can compare to you all these years. And for that he suffered.

To find out that you were giving yourself to such garbage…!

Before he could think about it he had your wrist in his hand and dragged you out of the gym.

You tried to protest. Your feeble attempts at forcing him to release you drowning in futility. When he finally had you locked in his car he clutched at his steering wheel, trapped in the pregnant silence that ensued.

“You don’t have to force yourself,” you broke the silence, taking pity on him after a while. You knew how much he hated silence. “I’m alright, Ryohei. How about you?”

He looked down and stared at his pedals before he could gather the strength to explain. “I’ve been… missing you. All this time.”

The words made tears burst from your eyes and you tried to desperately blink them away. You had known him to always be a completely honest and straightforward person. The kind of person who lost nothing by telling the truth.

“I see…” was all you could give. What else could you possibly say at this point?

Ryohei gritted his teeth. Even after all these years you still didn’t know how to get angry. It used to frustrate him before but afterwards… Afterwards you became his special place. A secret place where the Sun could lay in peace and not be burdened with its own brightness.

“That man,” he began haltingly but eventually he sucked in a deep breath and continued. “He’s not good for you. He’s in a lot of relationships right now. He… isn’t the kind of guy who’ll treat you right.”

You remain silent. Your heart heavy and leaden.

“I… I mean if you have to be with someone, at least be with someone who will treat you right! At least let it be with someone who will hold you above everything else!” he slammed his forehead on his steering wheel in a desperate attempt to collect his thoughts and alleviate his desire to offer himself to you again. “Please! At least find someone who deserves you!”

“How could I do that?” you whispered as your tears finally ran their course down your cheeks and Ryohei looked back at you in alarm. “How could I do that when all I’ve ever wanted was you…?”

The boxer stared at you in pained helplessness, evaluating the extent of his screw up. He wanted to hit himself. He would have too if he didn’t know it would scare you.

“I don’t know the real reason why you broke up with me, Ryo… All I knew was that we were happy and something changed that. I understand you wouldn’t have done that if you weren’t concerned for my well-being but, Ryo… Even if you say you don’t want me anymore, I know…” you turn and met his disbelieving eyes with a certainty that shook him to the core. “I would never find another man who would ever hold me above himself like you did while we were together. I believe in you; I always will. And I want you to be happy.”

You give him one last smile before you turned and attempted to open the car door to leave but the boxer pulled you back to face desperate and pleading eyes that looked deep into yours in a way you had never seen before. Sasagawa Ryohei was a bright Sun of overwhelming good cheer and happiness. He had wanted for nothing in his life. Seeing him look as though he were hopelessly chasing a dream was something you have never thought possible.

“Take me back.”

Your eyes widen at the request. “W-what?”

“I’m not letting you go back to that man,” he began in a rough voice, bordering on violence. “I’m not letting anyone touch what’s mine again. Your place is by my side. I am never going to let you go.”

Inhumans Part Ten

Originally posted by sehun8gfat

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven

Genre: A/U, Angst, Violence, Fluff, Romance, more in the future.

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Word Count: 4K

AN: I’ve added something new to the story with this part. Sorry not even sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. Also first part without Yixing being in the gif above. Enjoy the early present!

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Genre: Angst | Mafia!AU

Members: Jungkook | You/Reader | Yoongi | Taehyung | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin |

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

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Word count: 5178

A/N: I am sorry this is so late, I have been busy with college and stuff. But to make up to that I made this chapter longer. Hehe~ Hope you’ll enjoy it. ^^

It’s loud…it’s too loud. It hurts. Ugh, my head…were the only thoughts that roamed through your blurry mind. While you were struggling to find your way out of the darkness you focused on the shouts and smashing sounds that seemed to come from everywhere, growing louder and clearer. Suddenly a familiar voice peaked your interest and you found yourself forcing your way to the light. Your senses were coming back to you one by one. The first one was the pain that traveled from your head to your back and hands. You could feel some pressure against your wrists, waist and ankles and it hurt. Now you could clearly hear the voice that brought you back and knew who it belonged to. 

It was Jungkook. He was still alive, and so were you. But hearing his voice was not enough, you needed to make sure he was ok, you needed to see him. So you forced your heavy eyelids open slowly, blinking several times to adjust to your surroundings. You saw the rope that was constraining you to an old chair, you saw the familiar dusty floor and the boots of someone aproaching you. You heart sank again, the sounds of his footsteps filling the now silent room. Your heart was racing again as fear started to take over your helpless body. You closed your eyes out of instinct and waited for his next move. You could hear Jungkook yelling and protesting before you felt a sharp pain coming from your head again. But this time it was diffrent because it was your hair that was the target. You feelt the perpetrator’s fingers interlace with locks of your hair as he pulled them aggressively, with some sort of enjoyment, like he was delighted to inflict pain in his targets and you could not keep back the cry of pain that escaped your trembling lips.

“Oh, but look who’s up.” he pulled harder this time, trying to get more from you. And he did. You snapped your eyes open to stare aggressively into his dark almond eyes before he continued. “Did you sleep well, princess?” his face was now so close that you could feel his hot breath on your cheeks. 

You took this chance to examine his face. Locks of dark brown hair fell smoothly on his forehead and down to his deep, threatening eyes that send shivers down your spine. His sharp nose and jawline added up to his malicious image and the sly smirk that he was displaying made him seem like a tough opponent in this kind of battlefield. But who was he? What was happening? Why were you there? You had no idea. But you needed to get out of there alive, that was the only thing you could think about. And for that you needed to overcome your fear and fight back at full force. And since you could not move at all, you decided to use your greater weapon, words.

“Screw you!” you said without thinking. Your sudden, bold response made him grow stiff for a brief second before his lips curled into a hard to interpret grin.

“You’ve got some nerve, sweetheart. So you like to play it the hard way, huh? I can see why Jungkook likes you. Let’s see what else you’ve got.” his voice was low but melodious. He stared deeply into your eyes as if he wanted to see what you are hiding in that small head of yours. He was on the verge of giving up searching for answers but now his interest was piqued by you. He had a new toy to play with so he was excited.

“Don’t touch her! Get your filthy hands off of her! Y/N! Y/N, are you ok?” Jungkook’s screams filled the room and soon the man’s grip of your hair loosened, face now moving away from yours.

“But what to do? I seem to like touching her.” he looked back at Jungkook, face as dark as the night that was creeping through broken windows and empty hallways. “And, after all, what will you do, Jungkook? How will you stop me? Unless you have some hidden superpowers.” he was moving towards Jungkook in a slow pace, having as much fun as he could as his devilish smile was growing. With his hands in his pockets and head moving from side to side as he spoke he seemed like the perfect pshychopath. “What is it? Mind control? That would be nice, huh? Teleportation? Then why don’t you save your ass and the princess over there?” He was now standing behing Jungkook, one hand on his shoulder while the other was pointing at you. “She must be so scared. But look how beautiful she is. You wouldn’t want me to ruin that now, would you?”

“You crazy piece of shit! Touch her and…”

“And what? Do tell me. I really want to know what you’ll do. Kill me? You know Yoongi won’t let you get away with that. And you know how he can be. Now…if you want me to stop, you know what you have to do.” The man was moving again, this time in a faster pace. You froze in your seat. The moment he caught that his smile -a mixture of pure evil, excitement of being in control and pleasure of seing the victim in fear- was on full display again. The strange thing about it was that while it scared you, it also fascinated you, attracted you in some sick way.

“I will fucking kill you!! Stop!!!” Jungkook screamed at the top of his lungs. He was tired and looked like he was hit by a truck while you were out. He lost a lot of blood as of now and the cold that filled the room was not helping either. His face was full of dark circles, fresh blood and scars; his eyes filled with tears were  frantically searching for you as he was desperately trying to break free. His hands were almost bleeding under the harsh ropes, but the thought of you being hurt was stronger and it made him forget about the pain.

“Nah, that won’t work. Try again.”

“I don’t know!”

“Ddeng! Wrong answer.” Standing in front of you, blocking Jungkook’s view, he leaned forward, leveling his gaze with your confused one. You still did not know what was happening, who this man was, who the one called Yoongi was and what their relationship with Jungkook was.

“He failed…let’s see” You flinched at the feathery touch of his cold fingers on the side of your right cheek as he was examining your face. “What should we do with you, princess? Your boyfriend has a lot of secrets and won’t open up to me. Do you know about them? Or maybe he hid it from you too, to protect you or something like that. But did you not wonder where he spent the nights while you were left alone at home? Was he cheating on you? But he said he loves you…Where could he have been?”

“Shut up. You know shit about us. Stop playing the tough guy. We all know it’s just a facade…You’re just a dog…you coward piece of shit!” As your words escaped your lips, his face started to get darker and hands started to shake uncontrollably. Seems like you had the upper hand this time. But before you could enjoy the small victory, his hand flew high into the air and crashed on the same spot he was caressing a minute ago with a loud smashing sound that startled everyone in the room. The pain was indurable, but you could not repress the laugh that only seemed to make his anger grow. You now knew one of his soft spots and could use it to your benefit. But somehow you could not erase the words he just said. He was right, after all.

Jungkook would disappear from time to time without telling you where, without making any sound that would wake you up, silently disappearing into the dark, cold night. You always wondered what he did and it concerned you that sometimes you would meet him in the morning with small scars on his face and when asked how they got there, he would just brush it off with a smile : “I cut myself while shaving”, “I bit my lip in my sleep”, “I tripped and hit myself”. You knew they were all lies, but you let it go; you thought that if you asked him what was happening, he would flee or throw a cold “You don’t need to know” at you like he did the first time you saw him laying on the ground, covered in blood, barely alive. That time you had the courage to ask him how he ended up looking like that but now you were afraid, afraid that you might lose him, that one night he will not crawl back into the bed and wake up next to you like nothing happened, afraid that you will run away after finding out the truth.

“Listen to me, bitch! You don’t get to talk back here. You seem to forget where you are and who I am. I ask the questions, you just answer them.” his hand was back in your hair, pulling with full force. “Don’t get me mad, you won’t like it, princess!”

“Eeeh~ Let’s stop here, Hoseok-hyung. Let’s not scare her from the begining. You know I like taking things slow.” a deep voice could be heard from the other side of the room. Behind Jungkook, two new men dressed in black made their appearance. One of them had bright orange hair that made him stand out, he was a bit shorter than the other one, his somewhat gentle eyes contrasting his bad-boy image. The other one was staring at you with strong eyes from underneath his brown bangs, a gaze that seemed to pierce through your soul. His steps were firm, his lips curled into a smile that enhanced his confidence.

“Oh, Taehyung-ah, you came back earlier than I expected. I see you brought Jimin too. Ugh, what a shame, I wanted to play with them a bit more by myself.”

“Don’t worry hyung, it’s more fun when we’re together.” the orange-haired one said, stoping in front of Jungkook. The one named Taehyung made his way to you while the other released you from his grip.

“How’s your head, sweetheart? It must’ve hurt like a bitch.” he let out a short giggle “But it was a nice shot.” You looked at him trying to figure out what went on in that head of his. While the one before was rather easy to read, this one was confusing, his gestures always changing, his thoughts racing. He patted your head softly, brushing your hair. “Missed me? Oh, wait, I did not even introduce myself. Where are my manners. I’m Taehyung, we’ve met earlier, remember? Actually you did not even see me, you just took the shot and went to sleep. Sorry for that. But I guess you wouldn’t have voluntarily accepted to be tied by a chair while your boyfriend was beaten to death to get out the information we need, would you?” You kept looking at each-other for what seemed like long minutes before he continued. “Now that we’re here, shall we continue? We have other stuff to do too. Yoongi said to come back as soon as possible.”

“If we find nothing tonight, we’ll take them with us.” said the one called Hoseok in a low tone.

“Ok~ Let’s see….Jungkook-ah~ Who do you work for?” the one sitting in front of you said, fingers drawing lines on your cheeks and going down on your neck. Jungkook has been sitting there silently watching every guy’s move, careful not to annoy them because he knew that would end up with you being hurt.

“For Yoongi!” his reply was short, sharp.

“Oh, really?” Taehyung made his way to your back, facing Jungkook. “Is that why you disappeared like that back then? Did you think we’ll just die there or rot in jail and you’ll get away with it? Wrong move, Jungkook-ah, wrong move….” he reached for the back pocket of his pants and drew out a sharp penknife. “I ask again…who do you work for?”

“No one!! You’re sick. I ran away because I wanted to leave, there, pleased?!? What else do you want to know, huh? Why I wanted to leave?? I told you before, I found someone I needed to protect, I no longer wanted to take part in whatever we were doing.”

“Ohh, I see….she’s that someone. So, how did that go? Is she safe now?” Taehyung was playing with the penknife around you. “You keep going the wrong way, Jungkook-ah…”

“What the fuck do you want from me?! Just let her go, she has nothing to do with this!!” his scream shook the whole building

“I told you, we want information. But you don’t cooperate. And we need to teach you a lesson, kiddo. You don’t just leave like that. And all for a girl…And now what? She has nothing to do with this?? I say she has a lot to do with everything. Tell me, sweetheart, do you even know Jungkook? I mean, the real Jungkook…the one who did not hesitate to pull the trigger, the one who smuggled guns without any problem. Oh, should I mention the deals he made? Perfect, he was the best in everything he did. Impressive, right?”

“Screw you!” you spit. “I know Jungkook better than you will ever do, psycho.”

“Really?? See, Jungkook-ah, she has a lot to do with this.” Taehyung kneeled in front of you, his left hand holding your chin. “You have no fear, do you, sweetheart? Psycho you say…” he laughed. “This is becoming fun. Tell me, then. Do you know who he works for?” his blade was softly tounching your neck, making you shiver.

“Yes.” All eyes were on you now as everything went silent. You could hear your and Taehyung’s breathing, your heart was racing, you felt your hands get colder and your mind go blank as another rush of adrenalin kicked in. You looked past Taehyung to Jungkook. He was anticipating your next move with fear. Any wrong words would put you in a dangerous situation and he could do nothing to help.  

“He works for Yoongi. He said it earlier. Didn’t you hear him?” You looked back at Taehyung, brows knitted together as you studied his face from his dark brows to his plump lips. He was taken aback by your words, by your blind courage. It was the first time he met a girl like you. You were scared to the bone, he could feel that, but you never let it show, you build a shield of confidence and hid all your weeknesses behind it. In his eyes, you were crazy, the same tipe of crazy as he was, and he knew you were the only way he could get something out of Jungkook. The few seconds of silence were brought to an end by Taehyung’s short sight followed by a lively laugh.

“I like you, sweetheart. You don’t go around screaming like a little scared girl. You even have the guts to go against us.” his eyes turned dark again as he continued. “But don’t be fooled by our patience. Next time you better think twice before you speak.” he brushed his thumb over your slightly cut lip. “Or your pretty face will have to suffer. And you don’t want that, do you?”

“Leave her alone!!”

“Jungkookie~ If you want him to stop touching her so badly, then why don’t you tell us what we want to know and we’ll set you free.” the orange-haired one said playfully.

“And how am I supposed to trust you will let us go after you find out what you want? Yoongi will not let that happen. Speaking of…he said he wanted to talk, where did he go? Is he scared he’ll get caught like last time?” Jungkook let out a small chuckle. Hearing this made Hoseok’s blood boil and next thing you know he was racing like an angry bull towards Jungkook’s chair. Once he got there he caught him by the collar with one hand and punched him in the face with all the force he could gather. You froze in your seat at the scene and tears started to form when you saw Jungkook spitting blood on the floor. Just what exactly was of so importance that he wouldn’t open his mouth? Why would he take all this torture for? You wanted to know as well but you trusted Jungkook, you knew there was some reason behind his doings.

“Do you really want to die here, punk?? I can make your wish come true. Go on.” Hoseok’s words were full of anger and hatred.

“Kill me! I bet Yoongi will be glad to hear that you killed the only one who might know who’s behind all this. Do you think he’ll keep you as his left hand then? Oh, or is it right hand now that I’m not there anymore?” Jungkook’s sarcastic reply only made things worse as Hoseok’s patience reached it’s limit. His fists flew in the air only to crash on Jungkook’s bruised face without cease as your desperate screams filled the room. One strong punch brought Jungkook to the ground, making the orange-haired guy take a step back in shock. But this was not enough to satisfy the building anger that hid deep into Hoseok’s soul. He replaced his fists with his feet as he kicked Jungkook in the stomach repeatedly.

“STOP!!! Stop it! Please…” you could not stand seing Jungkook being beaten like that, your eyes filled with tears that did not seem to stop flowing.

“It’s useless, sweetheart. Once he’s reached that point, there’s no going back. And Jungkook deserves it, trust me. He knows it too. Maybe that’s why he’s doing this…” Taehyung’s words were somehow comforting, his low voice seemed to make your whole body relax for a brief moment. You looked back at the two and noticed Hoseok’s kicks came to a halt. On the floor, panting heavily, face bruised and swollen, lips covered in blood, stood Jungkook looking back at you. Seeing him like this made your heart ache to the point it was difficult for you to breathe. With the help of the other guy, Hoseok lifted Jungkook’s chair together with his exhausted and broken body and placed it in it’s original place. A sudden loud ringing sound took everyone by surprise, their bodies becoming stiff. It came from the back pocket of Hoseok’s pants. He drew out the phone, looked at the screen for a short moment, and as his eyes grew wide seeing the caller id he dashed through the dark hallways, out of the building.

“Hmh….seems like we’re alone now, sweetheart.” the one in front of you said, throwing a sly wink at you. He moved away from you and headed towards the guy standing near Jungkook.

“Did you bring what I told you?” Taehyung whispered to the other. He nodded slowly and took something out of his black leather jacket to hand it to Taehyung. He looked back at you and bent down to whisper something to Jungkook too. You were not sure what it was but you were sure it had to do with the thing in his hands as he fixed his shocked look on you.

“Don’t do that, Taehyung hyung!! She does not know anything. Just let her go and take me with you. I will talk to Yoongi, just stop!!”

“I’m sorry Jungkook-ah, I can’t do that.” He was getting close to you again, at a fast pace. Your eyes were focused on the thing he was holding in his hand. When he was in front of you again he crouched and held up what he was hiding in his palm. A syringe filled halfway with some white substance.

“What now? You’re gonna drug me?” you said mockingly.

“You’d wish, sweetheart. Once this thing goes into your veins, you will feel like your blood is made of fire, you will start seing things, hearing things…if all of it goes in, you’ll die before you’ll even get to tell Jungkook your last words. Don’t blame me for this.” he was removing the lid of the needle when Jungkook’s words made him freeze.


“What? What did he say, Jimin? I did not hear it clearly.”

“I work for Namjoon.” Jungkook forced himself to say louder.

“You work for Namjoon…See, it wasn’t that hard, was it? But…Jungkook-ah, you need to learn something. When I answer a question, answer it right away.” Taehyung’s hand moved so fast that you didn’t even feel the needle penetrate through the material of your jeans and the skin of your left thigh.

“NO!! Fucking bastard! I’ll kill you, Kim Taehyung!!” you heard Jungkook shout from the other side.

A sharp scream evaded your mouth as he slowly pushed the plunger down. It felt exactly like he said, your leg started to feel numb and it was burning. When half of the syringe was empty he pulled it out, leaving you a panting mess as the liquid spread in your body.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. It must hurt like a bitch right now…it will be better soon. If I give you the other half, you won’t be in pain anymore.”

“You all are sick…I hope youl rot in Hell!”

“Don’t be so mean.” you heard another voice approaching. “Taehyung was nice to you. Do you see your boyfriend right there? You could’ve looked like him but Tae right here seems to like you. And I can see why…”

“Jimin-ah, take care of her while I talk to Jungkook a bit.”

“Ok~ I wanted to do so for a while now anyway. Now, sweetie, if you want to live, you better cooperate.”

The burning in your muscles and veins was unbearable. Tears started flowing as you were suppressing loud cries of pain.

“What’s wrong, darling? Does it hurt that bad? Taehyung-ah…I think you went too far. You sould’ve started with less.” Jimin said, patting your head lightly.

“My hand slipped, I guess. If she can’t take it anymore, we’ll give her the rest, then, right Jungkook-ah?”

“Stop it, hyung. This is a low move, you know it too. Just let her go. I’ll tell you what you want to know…” Jungkook’s voice was barely a whisper now.

“You see Jungkook-ah…I used to trust you, and a lot at that. But now, after all you’ve done, I have trust issues…so I need some sort of insurance. And right now, that insurance, is that beautiful girl over there. Do you want me to give her the other half too? If you don’t, you better speak.”

“Where are the files? Does Namjoon have them?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know…” Taehyung laughed. “Jimin-ah, do you mind giving her some more of that? Our friend is eager to see how she’ll react.”

“No, stop, I really don’t know!!”

“ It will sting a bit, darling.” Jimin said, smiling at your panicked figure. As you were getting ready for the new shot of pain, a loud gunshot could be heard from outside. Soon, Hoseok ran through the hallway and into the room.

“We’re under attack!! Take them, fast, we need to get out of here. Taehyung, did you bring your gun?”

“Do I ever leave without it?” the man said teasingly.

“Good. Yoongi said to come back to the wearhouse with them. Don’t kill them and don’t lose them. What the fuck happened to her?” Hoseok said as he examined you and the syringe in Jimin’s hand. He rushed to your side and pushed Jimin aside. “You’re crazy?! I told you to use that only if there’s no other way left. How much did you give her??”

“Just a half, she won’t die. Let’s get out of here first, I’ll take her.” Jimin was already untying the ropes around you as he spoke. Once free, he wrapped an arm around your waist, placed the other under your legs and lifted you like a feather. The pain was so intense that you were on the verge of passing out, your breaths heavy, forehead sprinkled with cold sweat drops, eyes shut and lips trembling. You burried your face in Jimin’s neck while your fingers held his shirt in a tight grip.

“Save me…Jungkook…” was all you could mutter.

“I’m sorry, darling. I’m not Jungkook.”

As Taehyung was done untying some of the ropes around Jungkook, he pulled out his gun and pointed it at his head. “Remember, any wrong move and you’ll get hurt. Or even better…she’ll get hurt. Are we clear?”

Jungkook nodded and followed after Jimin, Hoseok and you with Taehyung at his back. Once they were close to the backyard, a row of bullets flew through the windows in all directions. Seems like you were surrounded.

“Fuck!! Where are they coming from?? Jimin, let het down and get your gun out, we need to clear the way first. Taehyung you take care of them. Make sure they don’t run away.” Taehyung nodded while Jimin followed Hoseok’s words and went with him to find a safe way out. Jungkook made a few steps towards you before he was pulled back by Taehyung.

“Not so fast, Jungkookie.”

“I want to check if she’s ok. That’s all.”

“She’ll be fine.”

A new round of gunshots resounded the building and they were soon followed by your scream. In a second, Taehyung’s hand flew over yout mouth, making sure nobody would find out your whereabouts.

“Shut up or we’re all going to die!!” he said, pressing harder. “Is this your doing again?!”

“No. Look, I don’t know what’s happening either. We need to get out of here fast. The bullets right now flew from the east side of the building so we need-” his words were cut short by Taehyung pulling his collar and growling furiously.

“No, you listen, punk, I don’t trust you so you’ll do what I say and you’ll go-” before he could utter any more words, a man appeared from the darkness behind and hit him in the back of his head. His grip around Jungkook’s collar became weaker as he collapsed to the floor.

“Jin hyung!” Jungkook exclaimed relieved.

“I’m here, let’s go.” the other one said while he untied the rest of the ropes around Jungkook’s body.

“Wait, Y/N…”

“I got her”

He lifted you up and dashed towards the west side of the building and out into the old parking lot where 2 cars were parked. Jin opened one of the cars’ door and gently placed you on the passenger seat before turning to Jungkook.

“You two go first. We’ll come after, ok? Here’s the keys, you can drive, right?”

“I…yeah. Is Namjoon hyung here too?”

“No, he’s waiting for you at our hideout. Go there, you’ll be safe.”

“Ok. Hyung, stay safe!” a tired smile formed on Jungkook’s face as he patted his hyung’s shoulder.

“I will, kiddo. Now go, fast!”

Jungkook got into the car and started the engine as Jin once again disappeared into the dark. He looked at you, making sure you were not in danger.

“You’ll be safe, I promise. Just hand in there a bit more, baby!”

He stepped on the throttle pedal and raced on the empty street, leaving the abandoned building behind. He took several small roads in hopes of not being followed. Once he almost entered the city, he slowed down a bit, eyes going from the road to you and then to the back mirror. If he got lost into the city, it would be hard to be tracked or attacked. He knew the last thing Yoongi needed was attention drawn to himself. The car was brought to a standstill at the red light. He looked at you and patted your head. At his warm touch you opened your eyes slowly. You didn’t even notice you lost your conscience back there, before Jin made his appearance. Now your body was sore but the burning feeling was almost gone, your pulse was normal and you felt safe seing Jungkook next to you.

“How are you feeling, baby? Is everything ok? Does it hurt?”

“Jungkook-ah….” tears were forming in your eyes. Was this real? Were were you? How did you get there? The last thing you remember was hearing gunshots everywhere, your heart racing and Taehyung telling you to shut up. You pushed yourself towards Jungkook, crashing on his chest, arms flying around his neck.

“It’s ok, Y/N, I’m here. We’ll be fine. I am so sorry you had to go through this…”

“Shh…don’t talk. We need to go to the hospital. You’re still bleeding. We need to get this treated. You might get an infection. Let’s go to the hospital first, ok?”

“Y/N…baby…stop. I am fine. I’ll be fine. Look at me.”

You were a sobbing mess. You looked at Jungkook with teary, red eyes, moving back to sit in your seat. The green traffic light was glowing in the dark, above your car. Everything was still in the late hours of the night. You just stood there looking at each other for long moments, smiling at the fact that you made it out alive. You thought nothing could break this moment, nothing worse could come between the two of you. But your damned fate was back with another strike. A blinding light that came out of nowhere made you shut your eyes closed, hand flying in front of them as a protective shield. As you peaked through your fingers, your heart sank. The lound sound of tires scratched your ears. Everything moved so slow in front of your eyes. Jungkook turned his face to look at his side, where the light came from.

“JUNGKOOK!!” you screamed, reaching for him. But it was too late. The shock of the impact threw you in the other side of the car, head smashing against the thick window. Not long after, the car started to roll over, pieces of broken class cutting the both of you as they flew everywhere. Your bodies were thrown in all directions, hard to control. All you could remember was holding Jungkook’s hand and thinking that that was your last moment together. “I love you!” were the last words that filled your mind before everything went dark. The car stopped on it’s back, tires still spinning as smoke filled the air. Inside, the both of you were hanging lifelessly from your seats, secured by the seatbelts. Blood was covering the broken windows and more was still flowing down your faces, making bright red puddles on the roof of the car. Your fingers were interlanced with Jungkook’s, your engagement ring glowing on the bed of red shards under the bright full moon.

And so everything went back to silence.

anonymous asked:

How would the maknae line react if you guys are in a really heated argument, and you slapped him?

okay disclaimer: i really didnt wanna write this scenario. i don’t wanna highlight violence in relationships on any level, so i was going to ignore or delete this request. i felt like i’d be cheating you out of a scenario if i did that, though, so i went ahead and wrote it. but yeah guys please know that it’s not okay to put your hands on someone in an argument, no matter how mad you are. 

“Who is this guy?” Jimin asked as you sat on the couch one afternoon while watching TV. He had his phone in his hands with a picture recently uploaded from your Instagram on the screen. You looked at the picture and smiled.

“Oh, that’s Dean. You remember him, right? My friend from-”

“The guy that kept flirting with you when I was right next to you? Yeah, I remember him. Why are you hanging out with him?”

For a minute, you were stunned. You stood from the couch and folded your arms. “One, he was not flirting with me, and two, I can hang out with whoever I want to hang out with. You’re not my dad.”

“This guy is disrespectful! I don’t like you hanging out with him, ____. If you cared about me or how I felt, you would stop being his friend.”

You scoffed in disbelief. “Wh—Jimin! You are being so ridiculous. Dean and I grew up together. I’ve known him way longer than I’ve known you. Just because you’re jealous of him for whatever reason-”

“–I’m not jealous,” he cut you off. You huffed.

“As I was saying, just because you don’t like him doesn’t mean I’ll stop hanging out with him. How you feel about him has nothing to do with me.”

“It’s so rude of you to not even take what I’m saying into consideration,” he countered. His face was growing red as he was so upset, which was shocking to you since Jimin was never upset by anything. Why was he acting like this?

“Rude of me? Yeah, it’s rude of me to hang out with one of my closest friends, but you can literally have girls dying over you every single day and I’m supposed to be okay with that? Do you know how many of your fans leave me death threats on my social media accounts? I’ve seen girls fall all over you and that’s disrespectful to me, but I don’t get upset about it because I trust you. Why don’t you trust me to be friendly with another guy and not cheat on you or something?”

“It’s him that I don’t trust! You can’t hang out with him anymore.”

“You can’t stop me, Jimin. Sorry, but he’s my friend and you’re gonna have to get over it.”

He shook his head at you. “And you wonder why my fans think you’re easy!” He yelled the words at you, stunning you silent. “You hang out with all of these guys on Instagram and take all of these pictures all close with them but get upset when my fans call you a slut! I’m not even surprised that they say those things, and I don’t want to hear you crying about them bullying you anymore, because you act like it! You act like one big sl-”

His words were silenced by the loud noise of your hand smacking him across the face. You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. Your eyes began to burn in anger and tears.

“Park Jimin! I cannot believe that you just said that to me!” You yelled at him. He only held his reddening face, eyes wide and lips parted in shock. “How dare you call me a slut for hanging out with someone? Am I not allowed to be his friend just because he has a dick? What sense does that make?! Your fans don’t like me because I’m your girlfriend, and you know it! If I was the most pristine person in the world, they would still call me names! Don’t you ever shame me because you’re too damn jealous to realize that I don’t want anyone but you!”

He was silent, and his eyes began to water from the sting of your hit. Your heart was racing so unbelievably fast and you immediately regretted putting your hands on him, but for some reason, an apology wouldn’t leave your lips. Instead, you hurried out the front door, in desperate need for some fresh air.

You had a bad day at work, and all you wanted was to come home to a decent apartment complex and some peace and quiet. However, that’s not what you were greeted with. As soon as you opened the front door, you noticed that the apartment was a complete and utter mess.

Kim Taehyung!” You called after slamming the door. He appeared from the bedroom, a smile on his face.

“Hey! Welcome home!” He said, running to you and hugging you. Normally you’d appreciate the affection, but today you felt smothered.

“Why is it such a mess in here?” The couch was moved out of its original place with its cushions flipped up and on the rug. There were dishes everywhere and books and magazines sprawled out on the floor. He laughed.

“My little cousins came over and played.”

“And you didn’t tell them to clean up their mess? Or at least cleanup for them?

He frowned. “I got tired,” he said before walking back to the bedroom. You followed him.

“You got tired? Imagine how I feel! I’ve been on my feet all day at work and all I wanted was a nice apartment to—WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR BED?!” You looked at the large purple stain on the pearl-colored comforter that your mother had gotten you as a house-warming gift. Taehyung yawned.

“Oh, they spilled some grape juice in our bed.”

“You let them drink juice in the bed? And it’s just been sitting here?! You didn’t even try to clean the stain!”

“I figured you’d do it. I’m bad at laundry.”

Suddenly, you felt like crying. You were so angry and upset. You grabbed the cover bitterly off the bed and balled it up in your hands before taking it out of the bedroom.

“It’s ruined, Taehyung! This stain is dry now! All because you couldn’t fucking Google how to get a stain out of a comforter. Ugh! You’re so lazy!”

“I’m not lazy!” He said, following you. “I’m an idol, you know. This was my first day off in two months and I just wanted to spend it with my little cousins, and you’re mad at me because of a stupid comforter.”

“This ‘stupid comforter’ was a gift! And it was a part of a limited edition collection… it’s probably discontinued now, but you don’t care. You only care about yourself.” The angry words left your mouth, and you immediately regretted them. Of course, you didn’t believe that. Taehyung was one of the most caring people you ever met. But your anger was speaking for you at the moment.

“Would you stop talking to me like that?!” He yelled at you as you continued to walk away from him. “You’re… you’re such a bitch sometimes!”

Before you could stop and think about your reaction, you dropped the heavy comforter in your hands, turned to him, and slapped him across the face. “I am not a bitch just because my immature slob of a boyfriend didn’t clean after a bunch of little kids! You purposefully left this mess here so that I could clean it up like I always do! I’m always cleaning after you, Taehyung! I’m sick of it! You have more responsibilities than singing and dancing on stage! Stop being so fucking useless half the time!” You yelled, and immediately covered your mouth.

With the word “useless,” you recalled Taehyung calling you on the phone one night while crying, telling you how he felt useless in Bangtan. You knew he was sensitive about that, and you just used it against him.

“T-Tae,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that-”

“It’s fine,” he said, all inflection and light gone out of his voice. “It’s not like you’re the only one who thinks that I’m useless. Just go, I’ll clean up the apartment.” He said, picking up the comforter you dropped on the floor. He looked back and saw you still standing there, tears in your eyes. “Go!” He yelled at you, making you back away from him and go to the bathroom, closing the door behind you and locking it before tears began to fall profusely.

Jungkook,” you entered your bedroom and rubbed his warm back as he lay on your bed. He wasn’t asleep, just incredibly drunk from the party you two had come back from. “Do you want some aspirin?”

He grunted a response. You left the bedroom and brought him medicine and a water bottle, and made sure to watch him take it to make sure he didn’t chew the pill like he typically did when drunk. “Thank you,” he slurred.

You nodded and kissed his cheek before crawling in bed and grabbing your laptop.

After hearing you type, he turned his head towards you. “What are you doing?”

“Online shopping,” you said, searching through a catalog on your favorite website. “I need some new cardigans.”

He grunted again. “You’re always shopping online.”

“I am not,” you laughed as you picked out a new cardigan. He tsked.

“You’re lucky to date an idol. I make enough money to support your spending.”

You were a little offended by his comment. “I’m gonna let that slide since you’re drunk,” you said.

He laughed lazily. “If I wasn’t bringing in so much money, you’d probably be living on the streets. At least you’d have decent clothes, though.” He said cockily. You turned your head to him and folded your arms.

“Jungkook, you know I make money, right? I have a job. And I buy my own shit, thank you very much. Your money does nothing for me.”

“Whatever,” he said. “You’re living in the apartment I bought, right?’

You scoffed. “You asked me to move in! And then refused to let me pay rent!”

“Excuses, excuses,” he groaned. Feeling annoyed, you got up and grabbed your laptop.

“Okay, I’ll be in the living room. Hurry up and sober up, because you’re pissing me off.”

While leaving the room, you heard him stumble out of bed. “Get back here!” He shouted a little too loudly.

“Shut up before we get kicked out of this lovely apartment of yours.” You spat at him before walking off.

 He gripped your shoulder and turned you around, making your laptop slip out of your hands and land face down on the ground.

“Jungkook!” You exclaimed. Before you could reach to get it, he pushed you back and stepped on it, and with a pristine snap, your laptop was broken in half.

You couldn’t even speak, you were in such shock. “I bet you need my money now to replace that dumb thing,” he said angrily at you. You were almost too angry to speak.

“What in the hell is wrong with you?!” You screamed, picking up the two pieces. “I do my work on this fucking laptop, Jungkook! How dare you!”

“I don’t care,” he slouched over. Angry and bitter, you slapped him hard across the face.

“Sober the hell up, Jungkook, because you are being such a complete asshole right now! You make me sick!” You yelled at him, shoving the broken laptop into his hands before running into the bedroom and locking the door behind you.

ahh these kind of scenarios always make me a little sad, but i hope you all enjoyed it! thank you for the submission~~~

Favorites (Stiles/Jackson)

@dragon-temeraire said: For the prompts, how about Stackson with “But that’s my favorite shirt!” Good luck with with your irl stuff! :)

I hope you enjoy this, bb!

Favorites. Stiles/Jackson. Teen. Also on AO3.

Jackson helps Stiles pack up his dorm room.

“But that’s my favorite shirt!” Stiles reaches across the bed to pull the red flannel out of Jackson’s hands before he can put it into the garbage bag. “You can’t get rid of it.”

“You’ve said that about the last seven shirts I’ve tried to throw out,” Jackson points out in that condescending voice that always makes Stiles want to slap his mouth. With his own mouth.

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The Weight of His Words::.Fred Weasley x Chubby!Reader

Hope this is okay! I’ve been busy because I have school starting up in two weeks and band camp next week. Trying to get myself organized has been rough so I’ve been writing this is bits and pieces throughout the week. Feel free to request anything! My box is still open. Please give me feedback!!
Love you all, Claire
You glance at your clock quickly.
“Shit.” You mutter under your breath. You’ve been trying on clothes for 30 minutes now, and you just can’t seem to find an outfit you look good in. You were supposed to meet up with the twins 5 minutes ago. They had some prank planned for this weekend and of course needed the help of you, their best friend since first year. You decide to waste no more time than necessary and throw on a pair of black leggings and an oversized sweater. The leggings, you’d grown to love after the first few times of feeling self-conscious in them, and the huge sweater hid what needed to be hid-in your opinion anyway.
You rush out of your dorm and to the Great hall. Entering the room, you find yourself out of breath but immediately spot the 2 redheads you are searching for.
“Fred! George!” You call as you make your way over to them.
“You’re late, love.” George calls back to you in a sing-song-voice. You roll your eyes at him.
“You’ve been late to see us every time we schedule something lately, y/n. What’s more important than me?”
“Nothing obviously,” you respond with a smirk “and I’m fine. It just can take a while to find something that I look okay in.”
“Y/n, you always look amazing.” Fred says. You snort a laugh and roll your eyes, hoping to move on from the slightly uncomfortable topic.
“Yeah, okay… Anyway, what do we have planned today?” You ask. Fred’s eyes study you warily, almost worriedly, but George’s eyes light up like a kid’s on Christmas morning.
“We’re going to collect Flobberworm mucus in a bucket, enchant it to always refill, and set a trap for it to tip over every time someone enters or exits the Slytherin common room.” He blurts out quickly with a mischievous grin on his face. Fred seems to have taken his interest off of you for now, so you agree enthusiastically, and set off with the twins.
After an interesting afternoon of collecting Flobberworm mucus, you have a free evening, and then at midnight, you have to meet up with Fred and George to set the trap. Usually, you’d just wear any old t-shirt and shorts/sweats to bed, but if the guy you liked- oops. ‘No, no, no, no!’ You scold yourself. If you let yourself continue to think that you like Fred as 'more than friends’ then you might ruin everything. You don’t know how to look like you’re not trying, but still look good in pajamas. As you get ready 'for bed’ with the other girls in your dorm, you notice for the first time them in their pajamas. They wear essentially the same things as you, but they are slim. They still look pretty.
As the other girls go to bed and shut off the lights, you close the canopy curtains around your bed, but sit up, with 2 hours to go. As hard as you tried to stay away from detrimental thoughts, all you could think was that Fred will never like you like you like him. Not only are you his 'friend’, but you stand no chance against the other girls he knows. Luckily, everyone in your dorm falls asleep quickly, and no one notices your bed shaking slightly with silent sobs.
At 11:45, you crawl quietly out of bed in yoga pants and a Holyhead Harpies sweatshirt. You pull your hair into a messy bun and sneak out to the entrance of the Gryffindor common room. The twins are already there and so lost in a heated conversation, they don’t see you at first.
“Y/n!” Fred whispers, surprised.
“You’re early.” George smirks.
“Shut up.” You mutter shoving him sideways, but giggling as well. You’ve started sneaking to the basement to the Slytherin common room by now. George shoves you back, with more force than intended, and you go toppling into Fred who’s on your other side. He catches you easily and shoots you a dazzling smile before helping you stand up again. His touch and smile make you swoon a bit, but thankfully, not enough for you to lose your newly regained balance.
“Thanks” you whisper.
“No problem, love.” Fred whispers back, shooting you a wink. And here comes that swoon again… Luckily, setting up the trap goes as planned. Out of the three of you, you are the best at casting charms, so you set the bucket to always refill, and help the boys set up motion detectors they made. Once everything’s ready, and you’re all about to sneak off, you hear a meow and approaching footsteps.
“Hide!” Fred whisper-yells. George leaps one way and Fred grabs your hand leaping the opposite direction. You see George open a hidden entrance to god knows where while Fred does the same right in front of you. Fred pushes you lightly into the entrance and follows you in before closing the door quickly. You were just in time. Through the door, you hear Filch muttering to himself, annoyance rolling off every syllable.
“I swear they were here…” You stifle a nervous, relieved, excited giggle and look up a Fred to see his reaction. He’s grinning and staring down at you. A blush rises to your cheeks. When you realize your hand is still grasping his, the blush heats up, but Fred doesn’t make a move to loosen his grip, and you don’t bring it up.
When you’re sure Filch is gone, your giggle spills out.
“Where are we anyway?” You ask.
“Oh, just some old passage George and I found. It’s saved us quite a few times.” He says with a wink. The two of you walk in a comfortable silence for a while, you hoping he knows where he’s going, him trying to navigate the dark, twisting halls, while figuring out the best way to bring up a certain topic.
“Y/n, about this afternoon in the Great Hall-”
“Ugh, I know I’m sorry I’m always late, i just-”
“ No, not that.” You feel a nervous clenching in your gut. You know where this is going.
“ Listen, if you want me to shut up at anytime, just tell me, but I need to try to talk about this.” Fred pauses momentarily before continuing.
“You’re always late, you say, because you’re trying to look okay. But don’t you realize you always look great no matter what? I mean look at you know! You’re in pajamas, and you look absolutely stunning…” His cheeks heat up, and you see him about to continue.
“Fred, look, this is kind of…awkward, but I-” your voice catches in your throat.
“I’m-” Suddenly, to your great embarrassment, you start bawling unexpectedly. You feel angry and sad and worthless and everything just comes flying out at once. Fred looks worriedly at you, and sits you down on the floor before taking a seat next to you.
“It’s just all these other girls are so pretty and skinny and athletic, and I’m not. I’m just overweight and 'bleh’. I’m nothing next to them.” You wail. Fred puts his arm around you, and you bury your face in his shirt, soaking it almost immediately. You continue sobbing for what seems like forever. The whole time Fred just stroked your hair, silently consoling you. When your eyes are finally cried out, and you’re only shaking every once in a while, he pulls you back from him, so you are looking each other in the eye.
“Okay, y/n. I want you to listen to me and take everything I say right now to heart because it’s all true. Do you promise?” He asks, still gripping both of your arms firmly. You nod and sniffle an agreement.
“So, you already know that I think you are beautiful.” You freeze from his words. He seems to think your tension means another break down, and he eyes you warily before continuing.
“I’ve told you that twice in the past 24 hours and before that, even more. If you think that your weight defines you at all, you need to think again, love. You are the smartest, funniest, most beautiful person I know. How can you possibly not see that? How can you think the opposite?”
“What?” You mumble, confused. “You think all of those things? About me?” You feel dazed. Your crush just said he thinks you’re beautiful and smart and funny.
“Of course, y/n.” He breathes. You lean your face a little closer to his, and his closes the distance, connecting your lips briefly. Your breathe hitches, and you dig your fingernails into the heel of your hand, just in case this is some crazy ideal dream.
“You really don’t think I’m fat and-”
“Don’t ever say anything bad about yourself again, or I’ll have to hurt you.” Fred says playfully. And then more seriously,
“Y/n, you are my everything, no matter what.”
The weight of his words, or perhaps their lightness, fills you. 'I am beautiful’ you think to yourself.
'I am loved.’

Why We Fight

Title: Why We Fight

 Prompt: @jared-padaloveme: I would like wither one shots with Sam or a story where the reader and Sam hated each other from the get go and then Dean realizes that they both love each other it are afraid of hurting the other. So fluffy I know, forgive me please.

 Pairing: Sam x Female!Reader

 Summary: After so many arguments, so much bickering…Dean finally sees the reason behind it all.  So, he decides to do something about it.  

 Warnings: Arguments.  

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Originally posted by spnsamwinchester

“Well, maybe if you stopped putting stuff on the highest shelf, I wouldn’t have to crawl up on the counters!”  


“We got you a step stool, for that very reason!”  

“It isn’t tall enough!  Not all of us are freaking giants!”

Dean slapped his hands over his ears, trying to drown out you and Sam’s latest fight.  It was always over something stupid, something trivial, but you would both get so riled up.  He really couldn’t understand how two people could hate each other so much. It had always been like this, well…not always.  The first hunt you did with them you and Sam got along, so well in fact that he thought you and Sam might become something, but the minute you agreed to join them and live in the bunker, things went downhill fast.  

“You-you are just a size-ist.”  

“A what?”

“You are anti-short people!”  

Your muffled screams dug into Dean’s skull like a drill.  Ugh, he couldn’t handle this anymore, something had to be done or there would be two funeral pyres outside soon.  He got up and stormed into the kitchen, unnoticed by the both of you. He arrived just in time for the final statements.

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CEO!Luke Part 10

Warning: Smut

Luke’s POV:

Soft whimpers next to me wake me up. I flutter my eyes open and see Y/N slightly sweating and whimpering. I think my baby girl is having a wet dream. I smirk to myself as I know how to fix this little situation. I unwrap my arms from her warm naked waist and gently lift the sheets off of her. Last night’s events wash over my mind as I remember how good I made love to her last night. Every thrust, every kiss, every moan was perfect in such a beautiful way. I make my day down to the spot I love pleasuring the most. I spread her legs gently trying to not wake Y/N up. I kiss up her both of her thighs before diving in for my breakfast.

Y/N’s POV:

I feel heat and some sweat forming on my face and lower back as I can’t stand still in the sheets. My mind is dreaming of the lovely man next to me. My breath hitches as I feel a wet tongue flick my clit once then doing it again once more. I moan as my dream is getting steamy. My body is pressed down against my bed making me unable to move. Luke’s tongue pleasures me even more as his strong arms prevent me from closing my legs. “Ugh Luke” I moan slightly waking up. No no no no no please don’t wake up. My eyes open as I see that my dream is a reality. I see Luke in between my thighs going at it as I throw my head back in pleasure. I grip the bars on my bed frame to stabilize myself from pouncing on him. Luke’s tongue dives deeper into my entrance as he keep working. I feel my release coming faster and faster. “Luke please I’m gonna cum” I cry out as he grips my thighs harder. He growls and moans into my entrance bringing me closer to my orgasm. “Ugh yes yes right there” I yell arching my back as Luke sucks hard on my clit. Luke doesn’t say anything as he enters a finger into my entrance and pumps it fast. “Yes!” I scream not caring about my neighbors. “Luke I’m coming!” I cry out gripping the bars on my bed board tightly arching my back all the way. A few seconds later Luke’s head pops up and he has on his casual smirk. He looks me straight in the eye and sucks my juices off his finger. “So what were dreaming about baby” Luke asks crawling over me. “You” I blush taking his face into my hands. Luke ghosts his lips over mine. “Oh yeah? Was it a good dream?” he asks kissing down my neck. “Very but not as good as real life” I say closing my eyes giving him access to my neck. He leaves open mouth kisses down my neck and up again biting my ear. “I would recreate your dream baby but I don’t think we would wanna miss our flight to Vegas” he says kissing my forehead. I shoot up. “Oh shit that’s today?” I ask. “Yes” Luke chuckles. “Shit I need to pack! I have so much stuff to do!” I say panicking. “No you don’t” Luke says calmly getting up and pouring himself a cup of coffee. “What why?” I ask. “Clara already packed your suitcase for you when she snuck in yesterday” he says. “How do you know about that?” I ask getting out of bed. “She told me” he says plainly. “People honestly need to stop doing things behind my back! It’s stupid and I hate not knowing things! Especially you two, you guys are the worst when keeping secrets from me! I mean what’s the point!? Why the fuck am I always the victim!?” I scream as tears swell down my face. “Hey hey hey baby sh calm down” Luke rushes over to me taking my face in his. “I’m sorry for not letting you know about a lot. Now that I think of it, it was so rude of me and I’m so sorry angel” he says peppering my face in kisses. “Please just let me know things and be honest with me. That’s all I ask” I say taking a deep breath. “No more secrets” he says looking in my eyes then placing a sweet kiss to my lips.

My body relaxes as his kiss calms me down. “Are you all packed as well?” I ask sweetly laying my head on his chest. “Yes and I packed myself yesterday after my meeting” he says proud of himself. “Good boy” I say patting his chest before sipping his coffee. “I am a good boy you know?” he grins sitting on my counter. “Whatever you say” I laugh. “When’s our flight?” I ask. “Around 2:30” he says. “Then why am I up at 7 in the morning!?” I shout at him. “Baby you were having a wet dream!” he says putting his hands up. “So who cares!? I wanted it to continue!” I laugh heading to the bathroom. “Aw I’m sorry love let me make it up to you” he says following me. “Do my dishes” I snort entering the bathroom. “Fine I will if you let me shower with you. It saves water!” he says. “Ugh fine” I say accepting his offer. I turn on the shower dipping my hand in to make sure the temperature is just right. “Come on” I smile grabbing his hand. We both step in the shower letting the warm water flow down our bodies. Luke grabs my waist and kisses me. “I forgot to say good morning” he chuckles. “Aw morning babe” I say against his lips. “You called me babe” Luke smiles. “Well yeah I mean you are my boyfriend now” I smile wetting my hair under the water. “That’s right love” he grins rubbing some shampoo in his hair. “I’m so happy you’re my girl now” he kisses me again. “And I’m happy to be your girl” I blush as we switch places. “You ready for Vegas?” Luke asks washing out the shampoo in his hair. “I am! It’s gonna be fun” I smile excitedly. “Me too especially since it’s our first trip together as a couple” he says sweetly. “Aw I know I’m excited to spend some time with you somewhere else besides here” I say. “I know the city can get a bit much but we are going to Vegas for a week it’s gonna be much more hectic” he chuckles. “Ugh I know but we will have fun. It’s a good celebration place for Clara and Michael” I say.

After we finish up our shower, we dry each other exchanging a few kisses here and there. We both get dressed for the plane ride which will be a few hours so I plan on sleeping on the way. Luke makes us some eggs and bacon while I collect all the toiletries I need for the trip. Makeup, check. Toothbrush and toothpaste, check. Hairbrush, check. Hairdryer, I assume the hotel will have one. Mouthwash, check. Advil and Ibuprofen, check. I pack some tampons and pads just in case because you never know. I open my cabinet under the sink to find a box of condoms. I take them out and head to the kitchen. “Luke are you bringing condoms?” I try to ask without blushing or laughing. He looks over at me like I’m a cute little schoolgirl. “I wouldn’t bring those darling” he says. “Why you don’t wanna have sex with me?” I ask frowning. “Of course I do baby it’s just we’re going to Vegas” he says flipping some bacon. “Oh true” I say realizing. “Okay then” I say walking back to the bathroom. I chuck the box back into the cabinet and shut it. I recheck everything I packed to make sure I wasn’t missing anything. I zip up my little bag and head out to find my suitcase. “Luke which one is mine?” I ask looking at the two black suitcases. “Uh the one on the couch I think” he says. I pick up the suitcase from the couch and toss it on my bed. “Breakfast is ready baby” Luke says. “Okay thank you I’ll be over in a second” I say unzipping the bag. I wonder what Clara packed me. I open it up to find a pink sticky note with Clara’s hand writing on it. This bad boy will come in handy tonight ;). I take off the note to find a high neck sleeveless little black dress. Holy shit I think to myself. I was about to hold it up to get a better view but I immediately pulled it back down because I don’t want Luke to see it. I smirk to myself knowing that Luke’s reaction will be wild when he see’s me in this. I neatly fold it and tuck it nicely back into my bag. I get off my bed and grab my shopping bag with all the new lingerie Luke had bought me and secretly pack them as well.

Looking through all the other clothes Clara packed me, I noticed that she packed me a vibrator. Oh my god I’m going to kill her. I snort loudly making Luke notice. “What’s funny?” he asks eating his eggs. “Clara packed me a vibrator!” I laugh loudly falling back on bed. “You won’t be needing that” Luke says sternly at me. “Aw baby I know” I say making my way over to him. “You are all I need don’t worry” I giggle kissing his cheek. I take a piece of bacon from his plate and bite into it also shooting him a wink. Luke chuckles and shakes his head at me. I look over at the clock that read 11:30. “When should we head out?” I ask Luke. “I would say in like an hour” he says. “Okay sounds good” I say heading over to make my bed. My phone begins to ring and Clara’s name pops on my screen. I swipe right to answer. “Thanks for packing my suitcase” I laugh. “Aw you’re so welcome! Did you see my little note?” she asks. “Yes it was very nice of you” I say. “Your gonna look so hot. I bought a matching dress as well to go with yours” she giggles. “You bought the same thing?” I laugh. “No just another black dress” she says. “Oh okay” I say. “So how did last night go?” Clara asks referring to Luke and I’s conversation. “It was good. I get to call him my boyfriend now” I giggle looking over at Luke. “What!? Really!? Aw yay! I told you, you two were cute” she laughs. “I guess we are” I laugh along with her. “But this trip is about you and Michael remember?” I ask. “I know I know but it also is a trip for all of us to enjoy you know?” she says. “Oh yes definitely I can’t wait” I say looking at myself in the mirror. “It’s gonna be amazing” Clara says. “Anyway you two leaving in about an hour?” she asks. “Yeah we will meet you guys there” I say. “Okay great I’ll let you know when we arrive cause Michael lives a little further away from the airport” she says. “Okay sounds good. See you then babe” I say. “Bye babe love you” Clara says hanging up.

This trip is going to be amazing I can just feel it. My best friend is getting married and I have a new boyfriend who brings me so much joy. I smile to myself walking out of the bathroom. “Ready to go princess?” Luke asks with his suitcase by the door. I don’t say anything. I just walk over to him and kiss him hard. Luke stumbles back a little but takes my waist in his hands. I moan into the kiss and pull away a few seconds after. “What was that for?” Luke smiles. “You just make me happy that’s all and I’m just super pumped to be going to Vegas for a whole week” I laugh. “Aw baby you make me happy too” Luke smiles bringing me in for one more kiss. I pull away and grab my suitcase as we both head out to Luke’s car. We put our luggage in the trunk and climb into the car. “Off to the airport we go!” Luke says putting his sunglasses on. I turn up the radio and we both jam out. The ride to the airport was about 25 minutes. I texted Clara saying that we were here and she responded that they were about 5 minutes away. We park and Luke gives his keys to a valet. Luke hands me my suitcase and takes his out as well. He takes my hand and we both walk into the airport lounge. I sit and wait while Luke gets our tickets. I see Clara and Michael walk in and I wave them down. “Hey guys!” I say. “Hey Y/N!” they both say giving me a hug. “Where’s Luke?” Michael asks me. “He’s getting our tickets at the moment” I respond. “Okay I’m gonna go get those okay babe?” Michael says to Clara. “Yeah I’ll be here” she smiles as he walks off. She smiles as we both sit down. “I’m so happy we’re going on this trip together” she says. “Me too! Thanks for inviting me!” I say. “No problem you were the only one who I wanted to bring anyway and I knew Mikey wanted to bring Luke because their best friends and somehow you guys are a couple now which makes everything even more exciting” she laughs. “Aha I know it’s insane” I say looking at Luke with Michael.

“We have to help each other look good tonight because it’s our first night out” Clara says. “Oh yes of course! You definitely have to help me get my dress on. That thing has so many straps on the back” I laugh. “I know but you will look amazing I promise” Clara says. “Alright you two, ready to get our party on?” Michael says. “Absolutely!” Clara says jumping up. I stand up and walk over to Luke. He takes me hand as we head over to security. They check our bags and we were all set to go. We wait a few minutes until we heard our flight being called. We all aboard the plane and find our seats. “Want the window baby?” Luke asks me. “Yes please” I giggle sitting down. Luke takes his spot next to me and gets comfortable as we wait for take off. The plane was about to speed down the runway as Luke takes my hand. “I hate this part” he says looking scared. “Aw Luke it takes a couple of seconds. It’s okay, I’m here” I say taking his hand and kissing it. “Just close your eyes and lay your head back. I’ll let you know when it’s over” I say comforting him. I look over to see Michael. “He has always been scared of this part” he says. I return back to Luke looking at his scared facial expressions. “Close your eyes” I say. Luke closes his eyes and leans his head back. The plane speeds up faster as it rushes down the runway. I lean my body onto his chest hoping it would make him feel better. As the plane calms down into the air, I lift up and kiss his cheek. “You’re all good now Luke, it’s over” I say whispering to him. He opens his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. “Thanks princess” he says taking a sip of water. I kiss his cheek once more as I look out the window admiring the fluffy white clouds. Luke and I order some snacks as our appetites grow. “Here you go” the flight attendant says to us handing us two bags of pretzels. “Thank you” Luke and I both say. I snack on on them while watching a random cooking show on the little TV. My body begins to tire out so I lean my head on Luke’s shoulder. I place my pretzels down and take a sip of my water before I decide to have myself a little nap. I cuddle into Luke’s shoulder and close my eyes drifting off.

“Baby” Luke whispers kissing my forehead a couple times. I flutter my eyes open. “Yeah?” I ask. “We are about to land sweetheart” he says. “Oh okay” I say lifting my head up and looking out the window to see all the pretty buildings Vegas has. We were instructed to put our seatbelts on for the landing. We do as they say as the pilot lands the plane. After that we all gather our things and head off. The flight attendants and the captains all thanking us for flying with them. “Hello Vegas!” Clara yells loudly. We all chuckle at her but adore her excitement. We head over to retrieve our luggage. It didn’t take as long as it usually does which was awesome. “I think a cab is already here to take us to the hotel guys” Michael says looking at his phone. “Sweet, let’s go” Luke smiles taking my hand. We all walk out to see our cab. “I’ll take this for you Miss” a kind gentleman says to me. “Thank you!” I say handing him my suitcase. We all climb into our cab. It’s not one of those gross yellow ones like New York has. This one was very nice. I lean against Luke closing my eyes again still tired from the flight. “Y/N!” Clara shouts. I whip my head up. “What!?” I say. “No time for sleep! It’s party time and it’s only day one!” she says. “I know I’m just gaining back my energy to let it all go later on tonight” I say as Luke takes me in his arms again. Clara chuckles. Driving for about 10 minutes more we finally arrive at our hotel. “We’re here!” Luke says. We all get out and get our luggage walking over to the front desk. “Good evening Mr and Mrs Clifford” the receptionist says to Clara and Michael. “And good evening Mr and Mrs Hemming’s” she smiles at Luke and I. I glance at Luke and he winks at me. “Welcome to Caesar’s Palace, how may I help you?” the lady says nicely.

“We would like to check into our suite please” Michael says to her. “Of course sir, the suite is all set for you. Here are your room keys. Enjoy!” she says. “Thank you very much!” Michael smiles back. “Here Luke” Michael says to him giving him a key. “Thanks man” he says. We all head towards the elevators and ride up to the our floor. “This place is really nice” Clara says. “Ugh I know” I say agreeing with her. As we reach our floor, the elevator makes a ding noise as the golden doors open. We all walk out and head down the hall to our room. Suite 101 is written on a small silver plaque next to two huge elegant doors. Michael swipes the key card and opens the door with both of his hands. My eyes widen with amazement. Michael was right. This place does have everything. “Look familiar Luke?” Michael laughs at Luke. “Haha yes it does” Luke says looking around. “Alright your guy’s bedroom is on the right and Clara and I’s is on the left” Michael says to us. “Let’s go check it out love” Luke says taking my hand. I smile as we both walk to our room. Luke opens our bedroom door and it’s just as amazing. “This is unbelievable” I laugh falling on the bed. Luke gets on the bed and starts jumping. “What are you doing?” I laugh at him. “Making sure it’s stable enough” he says. “For?” I ask. “For when I fuck you hard duh?” he chuckles.  “Oh god” I laugh blushing a little. He stops jumping and lands next to me and grabs my body. “Hello” he chuckles kissing my cheek. “Hi” I giggle as we begin to play wrestle. Luke ends up pinning my hands above my head. “How in the world did I end up on the bottom!?” I laugh. “I got skills baby” he chuckles kissing me. “Okay Christian Grey get off my best friend now, we have to get ready” Clara laughs. “ I am not Christian Grey, Michael is definitely him for sure” Luke responds getting off me. Clara sticks her tongue out grabbing my suitcase. “I’ll see you soon” I laugh kissing him. “Okay love” he says. “Boys do whatever guys do while Y/N and I get ready” Clara smiles. “Yes ma'am” both boys say giving off an army salute.

“Pull out the lingerie Luke bought you” Clara smiles. I pull them out and lay them on the bed. Clara’s eyes widen at the high waist one which didn’t have a matching top. “This will go perfect with your dress!” she smiles. “Because you only want skin showing since you have those straps” she adds. “Oh true” I say smirking. “Sweet what about you? Let me see your dress” I say smiling. “I will be wearing this baby” Clara says pulling out a gorgeous black dress. “Damn babe that screams you” I laugh. “I know right!” she giggles. “What about shoes?” she asks me. I smirk and pull out my favorite red heels. “You bitch!” she yells. I laugh falling on the bed. “What!? It matches!” I protest. “Those are gorgeous!” she says taking them in her hands. “Thank you” I respond. “How about you?” I ask. Clara pulls out sparkly dark green heels. “Dark green is your color Clara and the sparkles match your personality so you’re all good” I say. “Aw you’re the best. We are gonna be the hottest Charlie’s Angels ever tonight” she smirks. I laugh at her as she heads to the bathroom. “Wanna do hair and makeup first?” she asks. “Yes” I say. We both did our makeup and hair. Clara straightens her hair while I add some waves to mine. “Alright time to get dressed!” she smiles. I look at her noticing her not wearing any lipstick. “Wait” I stop her. I go through my makeup bag and pull out some light pink gloss for her to match her makeup. “Close your eyes” I smirk. She does and I apply the gloss on her lips. “Now rub” I say and she does. “Now open” I say. Clara looks in the mirror and frowns. “You are my best friend” she says hugging me. “Aw” I laugh. We both head out to get dressed now. I slip on the lingerie Clara demanded me to wear as well as my dress that fit like a glove. “Damn these straps do look good” I say looking myself in the mirror. “You look amazing Y/N” Clara complements me. “Aw thank you, now time for you!” I smile.

I help Clara put on her dress. “Fits like a glove as well” I say. “Do I look okay?” she asks. “Stunning” I smile. We slip on our heels and smile at each other before opening the door to see the boys. Michael and Luke are sitting on the couch all dressed up for the night. The clicks of our heels must of gotten their attention as both of their heads raise up from the TV. “Damn you two look amazing!” Michael says looking at us. “Aw thank you” I respond. I look over to Luke to see him smirking. “Why are you smirking?” I tease. “Because literally everything you wear makes me hard” he groans. “You look stunning though baby” he says kissing me. “Thank you” I giggle. “Ready to go party?” Clara asks us. “Let’s go!” I say taking her arm as we all walk out. We all gather into the elevator and I click on the ground floor button. “What club are we going to Mikey?” Clara asks him. “Hakkasan” Michael responds. “Oh god” Luke laughs. “What?” I ask him turning around. “Let’s just say things get wild there” Michael smirks. Clara and I both look at each other and make a funny face. The silver doors open as we all get out. The club was about a block down so it wasn’t that bad of a walk even though I almost broke an ankle from my heels. Loud music pounds from inside the club as my heart races excited to have a night out. We got in fairly quick and a waiter guided us to a booth. The club was filled with people dancing and singing along to the music. Once I get a few drinks in me, I will become one of them. A waiter comes over to us and we order a round of shots. I move closer to Luke as he puts his arm around me. The waiter comes back with a tray of tequila shots for us and places it on the table. We all pick one up and raise them in the air. “To Clara and Michael” I smile. “To Clara and Michael” we all repeated as we downed our first shot. We all order separate drinks all well. While we were waiting for them, we all discussed about how happy we are that we aren’t working. “Here you guys go” a waiter says placing all our drinks on the table and we thank him after. About a half an hour into our night out, Clara and I have had a few more drinks than the boys. We all were laughing and just enjoying each others company when Partition by Beyonce blasts through the speakers. “This is my jam!” Clara and I both shout simultaneously looking at each other. “No way let’s go dance!” she shouts at me taking my hand. I accept her hand as we head to the dance floor. We left our heels at the table because we don’t wanna break anything on our first day here. Clara and I mush ourselves in the crowd of people and begin to dance along with them. Alcohol rushes through our veins as we dance and lip sync the song. We laugh and giggle with one another enjoying our girl time.    

Luke’s POV:

Michael and I laugh at how excited the girls got when Beyonce came on. We watch as they went to go dance. “We will let them have some fun tonight” Michael says moving closer to me since the music is so loud. “Oh yeah they deserve it” I say agreeing with him. “You happy you and Y/N are official now?” he asks me. A smile comes across my face just hearing her name. “So happy man so happy” I smile sipping my drink. “Good for you man she’s lovely” Michael says. “I know” I smirk. We both look back to see that Clara and Y/N have vanished off into the crowd of people. “Should we be worried?” I ask Michael. “Nah I’m sure they’re fine” he responds. “Are the rooms soundproof again like last time?” I ask. “Oh yeah they are. I requested it” he grins. “Aha of course you did” I laugh. “Oh shut up, you would too!” he protests. “I would have your right” I laugh. We both sip our drinks and look at the dance floor still seeing no sign of the girls. “Holy shit” Michael says with wide eyes. “What is it? I ask. “Look!” he points laughing.

I look over to see Y/N and Clara on top of a table dancing and singing along as people crowd around them cheering them on. I burst out laughing as to how funny this is but in reality Y/N’s body moving to the music makes me gulp. Her perfect hips swaying back and forth as she gives high fives to those around her. Her hair being whipped back and forth making her look like a goddess. My goddess. “God I’m lucky” I laugh throwing my head back. “We both are” Michael laughs as we clink our drinks together.

Y/N’s POV:

After Clara and I’s little performance we head back to the booth. “Did you see us!?” Clara shouted at the boys. They both laugh and nod. “You guys know how to put on a show!” Luke says accepting me in his arms. I burst out laughing clearly drunk. “You looked so fucking good out there baby” Luke whispered in my ear biting it a little. I giggle at his small actions. “Thanks it was fun” I giggle. It was about midnight when we all decided to head back to the hotel. I carried my heels in my hands because my feet were killing me from dancing. Luke gave me a piggy back ride as we head back to the hotel. “Did you like my dancing Lukey?” I giggle into his ear. “Yes baby I loved it. You looked so sexy out there” Luke responds laughing. “Thank you. Wanna know what else you would love?” I giggle against his shoulder. “What would I love darling?” he asks. “What I’m wearing underneath this dress” I smirk giggling into his shoulder. Luke picks up his speed as we arrived back at the hotel. We all rush to the elevator and Michael presses for our floor button. The doors open as Luke takes my arm sliding his key card making the doors open. He immediately throws me over his shoulder and walks straight to our bedroom. “Have a good night guys! And use protection Mr Pussy Magnet!” Clara yells loudly giggling at her words clearly as drunk as me. Luke shuts our door. “Put me down! Put me down!” I yell hitting his back. He finally does as I gain my balance on the floor. “Take the dress off and get on your hands and knees now” Luke demands. “No!” I pout like a little girl crossing my arms and stomping my foot. “What did you just say to me?” Luke asks. “I said no!” I say to him, not afraid of his dominant side. “You want spankings then?” he asks. “Maybe later but right now no!” I pout. “Fine then what do you want?” Luke asks taking off his shirt. His bare chest making me gulp. My eyes darken and I smirk up at him. His face turns completely innocent. “I wanna climb you like a tree and ride the living the hell outta you” I burst out taking off my dress. “In fact, I’m going to do that” I smirk as my body is revealed to Luke. “Sweet mother of god” Luke says admiring my body and noticing my high waist black lingerie. “You like what you see Lukey?” I smirk walking towards him. “God yes baby you’re so sexy” he says sitting down on the edge of the bed. I straddle him as he cups my ass giving it a squeeze. He spanks me as I gasp. “Baby I don’t want any foreplay do you think you’re wet enough?” he asks. “I’ve been wet” I giggle as he growls and flips me over. “As much as I love seeing you wearing this, it has to go” Luke says taking off my lingerie. “Lukey I’m on top” I whine as I push him so now he’s on the bottom. I straddle him again and fumble with his belt. I eventually take it off and throw it away onto the floor. “Princess you feel how hard I am for you huh?” Luke asks. “Yes Daddy I do” I giggle unzipping his pants. Luke lifts up his hips so I can fully take them off. I slide his boxers and pants down his legs and take off his socks as well throwing those away as well.

Now that we are both naked I admire the man laying desperate for me. I giggle climbing back up to Luke. “Come to Daddy sweetheart” Luke smirks as he opens his arms out for me to take. I gently sit on his hard length and grind our bodies together. “Fuck baby” Luke groans from the instant pleasure. “You like that Lukey?” I giggle as I grind harder onto him. Luke growls as he now grabs my waist. “Hell yeah I do baby” he hisses guiding my hips back and forth. He throws his head back as do I. “Baby girl I can’t wait much longer. I need to be inside you now” Luke groans. I get up from his body and off the bed. I run over to the lights and slowly dim the lights creating a more sexy mood. I skip back to the bed and crawl over to Luke kissing him slowly. I take his cock and slowly enter him inside me making us both moan. “Shit you’re so tight Princess” Luke moans as I continue to kiss him. “Ugh Daddy this feels too good” I moan as I sit up. I start to bounce to get things started as Luke’s hands grab onto my hips to guide me. “Fuck yeah baby just like that. Ugh fuck you’re perfect” Luke moans as my hips bounce on his. We do this for awhile enjoying this position as I begin to get tired. “You getting tired baby?” Luke asks me. “Yes” I whine out. “Come here lay down on my chest” he says. I do as he says and he hooks his arms around me and bucks his hips up into me making me cry out. “Ugh fuck oh god” I cry out as Luke starts to pound me. The only sounds in the room are our skin slapping and our moans. “Shit baby you feel so good around me” Luke moans. We attach our lips as Luke spanks me a couple times. “Shit Luke I can’t hold it much longer” I whine into his chest. “Yes you can Princess, if I am, you can too” he hisses. “But don’t you wanna cum?” I cry out. “God yes I do but I love my view even more” he smirks. I sit up again and start to bounce on his length. His hands land back down on my hips balancing my body. I grab my breasts and tease my nipples gaining more pleasure. “That’s it baby tease yourself” Luke groans. “Daddy I can’t hold it I’m sorry this just feels way too good” I cry out. “Lay on your stomach for me now” Luke demands. I get on my stomach as Luke straddles me from behind. “Ass up a little” he says. I raise my ass so Luke can enter me. “Shit” Luke hisses as he enters me fast. I moan instantly almost cumming at the feeling. “Hold on baby” Luke warns me. I grip as much sheets as I can preparing for Luke’s next move. Luke places his arms on both sides of my body and starts to pound me from behind. “Ugh fuck” I cry out. “You like baby girl? You want more? Tell Daddy you want more” Luke asks. “Yes!” I say. Luke thrusts into me and pounds me repeatedly so fast I’m about to cry. The pleasure I feel in absolutely insane. I scream into the bed as Luke keeps going. “Shit I’m gonna come baby girl I hope you are too” Luke moans loudly. A few more thrusts and I’m screaming. “YES YES YES YES UGH FUCK!” I cry as tears run down my face from the immense pleasure. “FUCK BABY YES UGH FUCK FUCK FUCK!” Luke yells into my back as he cums inside me. “Holy shit!” Luke groans catching his breath as he pulls out. He kisses up my spine to check up on me. “Baby you okay? You’re crying” he says noticing my tears. “Did I hurt you?” he whispers. “No that was just really great” I smile into the sheets. “Aha it was wasn’t it?” he chuckles lifting me up into his arms.

“Ready for bed my love?” he whispers down at me. I nod letting out a yawn. “Me too baby me too” he says covering us with the sheets. We get comfortable in a spooning position as Luke wraps his arms around me bringing me as close as possible to him. “Goodnight beautiful” Luke whispers into my ear. “Night Daddy” I giggle closing my eyes and drifting off into a deep sleep.

Two Dans, Two Dildos...what did you expect? (based on prompt)

SMUT!!! 2009x2015!phan, swearing (like it’s Dan, come on), also a little bit of dom!phil

They’d skipped the formalities and questions of how on earth Dan and Phil had ended up five years in the past but that was typical of them. Phil and…err, Phil, went out to talk and chat (pretty much discuss everything they could) and Phil - wait, older Phil - wanted to be all nostalgic and shit and walk through Manchester like it was only yesterday they’d been living here.

To be honest Dan could care less about reminiscing because it made him feel old and like time was slipping faster than he could hold on for and -

Basically all this was a little existential for him. He needed a way to distract himself. And that’s where Dan came in. The younger Dan, not this Dan. Oh for…

“Are you and Phil still…” he timidly nudged Dan’s shoulder with his own. He was a lot more shy and and self-conscious than Dan remembered himself being.

“Still what? Living together? Making videos? Having sex -”

“Dan!” He squealed, a blush rising on his cheeks - did he really blush so easily back then? “Am I really this crude in five years time?”

Dan laughed. “Trust me, you’ll get worse.” Younger Dan groaned, already cringing and regretting his future even though older Dan regretted most of his past. “But Phil though…he acts all innocent for a few years, then by 2015 he’s making more dirty references than I am.”

Younger Dan’s eyes widened. “Are you serious? How?” He shuffled around to face the older one with his legs crossed, listening intently.

“Well, it’s probably because of our sex life and its…” Dan looked for the right word, smirking when he found it, “development.”

Younger Dan leaned forward, intrigued. “Development?”

Older Dan nodded. “Yep. It started out as just a little experiment - a joke, really. But then I found out what Phil’s really into and oh my god I can’t believe we didn’t do anything sooner.” This should’ve been weird; Dan was discussing how kinky their sex was, with himself probably before they’d even had sex. But for some reason…he got a kick out of it.

“Should I be worried? What kind of stuff does he want me to do?” His eyes were slightly wider than they should’ve been, cheeks turning a warm pink.

“It’s not that bad - you’ll enjoy it too when it comes round to it. But there’s no way I’m spoiling it for you.” Dan’s lips grew into a sly grin.

“Oh, please! I’m interested now!” With a tiny hint of desperation in the corner of his eye that older Dan noticed, he suddenly remembered how easily worked up he was and, though he shouldn’t, he thought he’d play with this a little. It couldn’t hurt, surely? No one will find out about it…

“Well…” Dan started, leaning closer. “The main thing to remember is that he’ll be completely unpredictable; one minute you’ll be rubbing your eyes and reaching for the cereal, the next thing you know you’ll be across the kitchen counter with Phil between your legs.” Younger Dan’s eyes dilated. “Oh, he’ll do it anywhere. Against a wall, on the kitchen floor, in the elevator…I think we did a bit in a taxi once…” The other raised an eyebrow, causing Dan to laugh. “You’re going to simultaneously love and hate going to the cinema.”

Younger Dan cringed and clenched his fingers to form fists. “Oh my god…”

“You don’t even know what he does yet! Most of the time he likes to tease, which is usually THE FREAKING WORST! Seriously sometimes it’s great but I really wish he’d hurry the fuck up. Then before he does anything more he’ll tie you up a little -” Younger Dan let out a worried squeal. “Just a little, okay? He’ll make sure you completely trust him before he even tries restraining you in the slightest.” Dan sighed in relief briefly. “Usually he’ll pin down your wrists like this - ” he took the other’s arms in his hands and held them above his head. “ - or fit you with a gag - oh, he LOVES tying me to the bed - and then he -”

Dan cut himself off, realising he was probably going into too much detail. Younger Dan shuffled awkwardly and freed his wrists before quietly asking. “Does it hurt? Like, having sex? Will it hurt much?” And older Dan felt a rock of guilt land in his stomach. How could he have been so stupid? In this Dan’s time they haven’t done anything yet and here he was five years later rambling about how hardcore they were getting.

“Not at all. Phil’s super careful - he’d spend over a hour preparing you if he could. You’re in safe hands.” Younger Dan nodded in appreciation.

“Now what were you saying about Phil tying us up?” He forced a smile but older Dan wasn’t so sure.

“Look, if this makes you uncomfortable we can talk about something else -”

“But I want to know what to look forward to…” He whined, acting like a child. It was typical of him - wanting to talk about sex more than anything else. “Do you have anything to, like, ‘help’?” A blush grew on his cheeks again.

Dan raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you mean like toys and stuff?” He let out a knowing chuckle. “Now THERE’S something to look forward to. Phil can’t resist seeing his boyfriend with a toy up - WOAH, sorry!” He was getting a little TOO crude now.

Glancing over to Phil’s cupboard (which he remembered very well) he frowned as it reminded him of something, but the memory was blurry. Curious, he stood up and reached for it. “I think…if I remember rightly…” he pulled out the top drawer - just clothes. He tried the next. “There should be - ahah!” He retrieved a black shoe box and threw it over to the younger Dan.

“I-I’ve never seen this before…” He quizzed, inspecting the box.

Older Dan sat down and giggled knowingly. “Open it. See what’s inside.” Curious but anxious, Dan slowly pried the lid up and peaked inside. The other Dan watched closely as his eyes went wide and he threw the box down.

“Gah!” He exclaimed in shock, causing Dan to rock back with laughter.

“Oh my god, that was priceless!”

However the younger had not composed himself yet. “Why the fuck does Phil have those in his room?!”

“Well…” He giggled, still amused by it all. He picked up the box again but the other Dan shuffled away.

“No! Get them away! And what the hell was that bottle with them?” So of course Dan took it out of the box to show him.

“Lube. Cherry, specifically. It’s his favourite - well, OUR favourite. He saved it for your first time and stuff.”

And then it hit him. Dan swears a light bulb switched on above his head.

“Hey…how about we try a little thing? You know, since you’re so eager for Phil to get all kinky with you.”

Younger Dan raised an eyebrow. “What sort of little thing…?” As long as it didn’t involve anything in that box -

“I’ll show you how to use these and we can have a competition.” He opened the box again.


“I don’t know… I mean I’ve never - ”

“Daniel Howell if you dare try to pull it past me that you’ve never put something up your arse then who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” Older Dan let a knowing smile crawl onto his lips. “I know exactly what you’ve done and how long you’ve wanted Phil inside you, so this - ” he shook the box loudly “ - will not be an issue.”

And, typical Dan, a huge red blush flushed his face. “I hate talking to you.” He mumbled as he folded his arms across his chest in a huff.

“I hate talking to me too and I should really go to a therapist for how much I do it - so are you in?”

Younger Dan shuffled awkwardly in his place. “Don’t know what to do…”

The older took off his shirt. “Well duh,” and let a confused look shroud his face when the younger him stared at him, almost scandalised. “What the hell are you doing? Strip!” So he didn’t waste another second, tearing the clothes from himself and beating the older him to the chase by removing his trousers too. “No fair, I have jeans and a belt on.” He complained, typical Dan.

“This is gonna be weird…” Younger Dan muttered under his breath.

“Hey - why aren’t you all self-conscious and stuff?” Dan screeched, because he remembered just how awkward he was when it came to any lack of coverage but this Dan didn’t seem to care.

He shrugged. “Figured it’s only you in here, and knowing me I probably would’ve gained a ton of weight - ”

“Okay who the fuck do you think you are? Are you trying to say I let myself go?” Once again, the younger simply shrugged, grinning deviously, “You annoying little shit. Claiming you’re better looking than me.”

“Well you’ve lost your tan for one…”

Older Dan glared at him - did he always have such cheek? “Shut up and let’s get lubing.” He took the two dildos from the box but spared the lube, knowing it’s significance and feeling a little nostalgic all of a sudden.

“That’s not a word…” Younger Dan sang.

“Shut up,” Dan sang back in the same tone. “Fricking grammar police up in here…” And slapped one of the dildos into the other’s hands.

“Ugh…” He let out an unsure noise, staring at what he’d been given like he was holding a live constrictor. He was supposed to put this inside of himself?! “I-I’m not sure I can do this…”

“Of course you can. Once you get going it won’t be so bad.” He pulled two foil packets from his jeans pocket and threw one to Dan.

“Cool - future stuff.”

“Yep.” Dan ripped his packet open and held his palm beneath it as the liquid dribbled out. “And in a few minutes that 'future stuff’ is gonna be inside you. How exciting!” He left some behind and put the packet down for later use and lifted his legs up.

“Umm, help?” Dan whined and other Dan looked over to him, sighing as he struggled with the foil. He pointed to Phil’s desk.

“Top drawer, scissors - and be careful!”

“Yes, mum…” Dan muttered under his breath, standing up and finding what he needed before turning around. Before he could take a step forward he threw the scissors in shock. “Woah!” Older Dan had already stripped himself completely and now had his fingers against his rim. He glanced back up to the other just as the scissors flew dangerously past his head.

“Jesus Christ you maniac!” He screamed.

“I’m sorry, but you’re - you startled me!”

“Yeah, well this is you - ” he pointed to his dick “ - and that is me - ” he gestured to the younger “ - so it’s all relative. Hooray. Can we continue please?” The younger sat himself back down and shuffled out of his boxers, cutting open the packet and pouring the lot onto his hand. Just as Dan had done earlier, he rubbed his fingers together and warmed it before bringing them between his legs.

“Umm, how do I…?” He felt so inexperienced, then there was the older him beside him, already moving his fingers within himself expertly. He glanced over again and, for the first time, blushed, then pulled the digits out.

“Oh, well, there’s not much I can do except tell you?” The younger nodded, so Dan continued. “Okay; one at time, right? And no more than three. Don’t clench, don’t keep going if it hurts - simply stop and let yourself adjust to the feeling before going further.”

The younger breathed out, “Okay…” and timidly pressed one finger inside. It was easier with the lube so the first one didn’t hurt at all. He managed to push it in all the way to the knuckle before retracting it, feeling pretty proud. Then he added the second but felt a sudden burst of pain so stopped right away. Dan waited for his body to adjust before sliding them further, amazingly they were able to fit all the way through without difficulty after that. He pumped his fingers gently in and out to get used to the feeling before pulling them out, breathing out a sigh of relief.

“Okay, now cover the toy - oh for god’s sake, Dan! Did you use the whole packet?”

The younger sank slightly. “I didn’t know not to.” The older sighed and handed him a second packet. “You have a lot of lube…” He commented as he took it, raising an eyebrow to the older.

“We have a lot of sex - didn’t I mention this earlier?”

“Oh yeah; sounds fun. Can’t wait.” Dan commented as he poured the contents of the next packet onto his hand.

“Be generous, okay?” Then they ran their hands over the dildos to lube them up. Really it would’ve been quite a sight; a boy five years younger next to himself five years older, completely naked with lube dripping from their entrances as they stroked a couple of dildos. Not something you see everyday. “Ready?” Older Dan questioned and the younger nodded, both bringing the toys between their legs and lining themselves up.


“Oh, what now?”

“What’s the competition thing again?” And oh, oh yeah, Dan forgot to set it.

“Umm…who can hold off the longest, from coming or touching themselves.”

“That’s hardly fair - you’ve had more practise. And you know your body. And you’re not a hormonal teenager - ”

“Blah blah blah, I don’t care, I want this in me so stop stalling.”

“Fine! But if I win you’ve got to teach me how to do something super special to Phil - tell me one of his sweet spots or something.”

“Sounds fair. Might just do that anyway. Umm, yeah let’s go.” Then they pushed the toys past their rim and moans escaped them both at the feel of it. It didn’t take them long to set up a rhythm, even the younger since he was less experienced.

“Can’t believe I’m masturbating…with myself.” He moaned softly at the new sensation he was giving himself.

“Wow that’s so unheard of.” Dan commented sarcastically earning himself an elbow to the rib. “Ow, okay, I know what you mean!”

Simultaneously they rocked their hips down to meet their hand and Dan began searching for his prostate. The other Dan was right - he knew his body well, so it didn’t take much more than a slight alteration of angle to make his back arch. Dan, on the other hand (the younger one) wasn’t even searching but he brushed against it and shivered as that tingly burst of pleasure left buds to remind him, so trying again he hit it dead on and his whole body convulsed with unexpected pleasure, a choked moan not quite leaving his lips. All thoughts of the competition were quickly discarded as he turned his attention to feeling as good as he could make himself. When the older heard his whimpering moans consistently dribbling from his lips he was sure he would win.

Then the door clicked open.

They were back.

Dan swore under his breath and panicked, not knowing what to do when the Dan next him was so long gone and let out an elongated groan of pleasure. Dan cringed as he heard two sets of footsteps heading towards their door. It swung open then two similar gasps filled the room.

“Dan…?” The older Phil stared at him and Dan just rolled his eyes.

“Come here and help me you little shit.” Romantic - typical. And at any other moment Phil would have blushed and walked it off, but then he noticed the toy between his legs and fuck, Dan knew how much Phil loved seeing him helpless with a toy inside him. So, not controlling himself, he dropped in front of his lover and pushed him onto his back, gripping his wrists and pinning them down with one hand above his head. And Dan moaned - because restraint really turned him on.

As Phil took hold of the dildo - his dildo, he realised - he noticed how Dan was rock hard beneath him, but as he reached out to stroke him Dan whined “no…c-can’t come…can’t lose…” (even though Dan had been able to keep himself composed up 'til now, Phil really could send him to amazing places just by standing there watching.) Phil wanted to question it but decided against it, resorting to just pumping the dildo into him at a quickened speed.

The younger Phil, however, was almost in a state of shock. He actually had no idea what to do - stand there awkwardly? There were moans bouncing off the walls making his face burn red but then there was Dan, his Dan, laying in front of him making himself feel good and, well, Phil couldn’t resist. He carefully knelt beside him and watched as his body rocked into his hand. Phil gently placed his palm onto Dan’s forehead and wiped away the small beads of sweat.

“You okay?” He questioned softly, earning a quick nod and a whimper. “Feel good?” Dan let out a moan and reached a hand out to the teenager beside him, needing something to cling onto because all this was overwhelming but he couldn’t stop. Phil grinned, taking his boyfriend’s hand and feeling him squeeze it tight. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen Dan naked or doing something sexual to himself, but it the first time off camera. Despite the situation he wasn’t at all embarrassed about his little secret box and its contents being discovered; he figured the older him knew about it anyway and plus, Phil didn’t really know why he had them - he couldn’t really see himself as the receiver in any situation.

“You look so hot like this…” He growled in Dan’s ear, leaning down to nibble at the lobe making him whimper. He could feel Dan’s heat and need and pheromones like predator and prey and it was all driving him a little crazy. Phil suddenly had this overwhelming urge to run his hands all over Dan’s sweat-glistening body…and possibly a few more things down below, but they hadn’t talked about this with level heads yet so doing anything now could seem like Phil was taking advantage of him, and there was no way he could ever do that.

Running a hand through his boyfriend’s messy hair he whispered gently, “Can I kiss you?” and Dan didn’t even nod - he just threw his hand to the collar of Phil’s shirt and yanked him down, surprising him with a heated kiss and dropping his mouth open, almost begging for more of him. Phil let out a choked gasp in surprise but gladly held the sides of Dan’s face and slipped his tongue inside, loving how intimate this all was as they’d never got this far before. Though despite everything he still had one question on his mind; how the hell had Dan got himself into this situation in the first place?!

The older Phil had resorted to nibbling the nubs on Dan’s chest, forcing him to arch his back. “Shit…” He moaned out, clenching his hands under Phil’s familiarly strong grip in need. At this point he couldn’t even open his eyes. “Need more…” He whined. “T-touch me?”

Phil licked over Dan’s nipples making him shiver. “Ask me properly or you get nothing.” He warned, hand removing itself from Dan’s wrists and trailing down Dan’s nave to tease him into it.

“Hnng, please touch me! Wrap your hand around me…make me feel good…” He bucked his hips up as Phil dropped lower, hoping to encourage him.

“I don’t know, Dan…” Phil smirked as he took his hand away. “You haven’t even moaned my name yet. That’s usually how I know how desperate you are.”

Dan whimpered in frustration and struggled under his boyfriend, hating how he was doing this but also being really fucking turned on by it. Phil found Dan’s spot and thrust into it a couple of times, hoping to pull his name out of him and succeeding; Dan arched his back and moaned “Phil! Phil, Phil, Phil, please!” so Phil smirked in victory, curling his fingers around Dan’s length and stroking him steadily. In response Dan’s hips bucked up as he couldn’t help it and for once Phil let them, just this once.

Phil continued his bites and kisses all up Dan’s collar and neck before whispering into his ear, “I’m not letting you come, since earlier you said you couldn’t. No matter what you have to hold back.” making Dan groan in annoyance because of course Phil would do this to him, though let’s be honest he brought this on himself. He tried to fight the urge to shove his hands into his lover’s hair, knowing he really shouldn’t, but it was too tempting and he found his fingers running desperately over Phil’s back and hair. He pulled away with a questioning look on his face.

“Do I seriously need to restrain you, Daniel?” Dan nodded and bit his lip, knowing full well how fun this kind of play could be.

Phil drew his hand away from Dan’s shaft making him whine at the loss, only to feel his wrists seized again and held together above his head. (By this point younger Phil had glanced up and now couldn’t stop staring.) “If you wanted me to touch you, you wouldn’t have moved, silly. I can’t stroke you when both my hands are occupied.” Phil was teasing him again, gently dragging the dildo against his prostate to make him more and more desperate. “Actually, I guess there is one thing…” Phil smirked and leaned down to Dan’s cock, licking a strip up the side making Dan tremble beneath him and let out a surprised squeal. “How bad do you want it, Dan?”

Dan cringed. “S-so much…” He begged, trying to rock his hips up to Phil’s face again. “Please, Phil!” His wrists twisted in Phil’s tight grip, needing something to distract himself from the unbearable need in case Phil decided to deny him of this - it wouldn’t be the first time.

Smirking, Phil parted his lips and sunk down Dan’s length, feeling his arms tense as he sucked him gently. He bobbed his head slower, still trying to tease him which only made him more squirmy and desperate. Not being able to help it Phil chuckled around him, turning it into a moan as he realised how much seeing Dan like this had turned him on, so he promptly pulled off. Dan whined in utter frustration but Phil simply laughed.

“I have a bit of a problem here, Dan. If I let go of one of your wrists would you, haha, give me a hand?” He teased, watching Dan nod with conviction because he’d never pass up the opportunity to give Phil a hand job, then he loosened his grip. The hand sprung free and immediately went for Phil’s trousers, skilfully undoing them and yanking them down before diving under his underwear, gripping him and stroking him. Phil moaned at the feel of Dan’s hand around him and whispered a quick “Good boy” before reattaching his mouth to Dan’s cock.

And younger Phil’s jaw had dropped at the scene before him; Dan and Phil, just years older, doing all this so casually and skilfully like they do it all the time…he couldn’t believe how lucky he was - or more accurately, how lucky he was GOING to be.

Though, let’s be honest. He never thought he’d be so kinky.

The older version of himself glanced up to him and caught him staring, making him blush harder than he probably ever would in all his life, and he simply winked then closed his eyes again. Seriously, was this even real life?!

He heard a high-pitched moan from beneath him and was suddenly reminded that he had his own Dan right here with him, then smirked. “You okay?” He questioned for the second time that evening but this time gained a lack of response, greatly admiring his boyfriend in his euphoric state. “Dan? Are you there?” Phil giggled as Dan’s hand searched for his and gripped it tightly, whining.

“Phil…” He whimpered, eyes squeezed shut. “Want you…” Phil’s heart beat quickly against his chest. “Want you to, umm, touch me or, hnng, fuck me.” Despite his current state, Phil was certain he saw Dan blush. He cringed and begged “Please.”

In awe, Phil leaned down to connect their lips briefly, feeling Dan hungrily kiss back, and tentatively ran a hand over Dan’s hot chest. He arched into the contact with a short gasp into his boyfriend’s mouth. “You sure? You want me?” He nodded his head as fast as humanly possible, feeling unbearably needy. Phil sighed, running his fingers over Dan’s collarbone before exploring his body more. “Well I won’t have sex with you right now - that wouldn’t be right. But would you really want me to..?” Phil mused, a blush blooming on his own cheeks.

The younger finally opened his eyes, though dazed, and gave his lover the most level-headed serious look of his life. “Only if you want to. Though otherwise I’m really going to have to do it myself.” He cringed, pulling a comically embarrassed face making Phil laugh as he brought his hand lower, letting his fingers skim Dan’s stomach and nave so he knew where his hand was and wouldn’t get anxious.

“You sure you’re okay with this? 'Cause if you’re not that’s fine and we’ll sort something else out and maybe do this another time unless you’re not okay with it later aswell then that’s also fine basically I don’t want to do anything you’re not one hundred percent - ”

Dan scoffed and tried hitting Phil playfully to shut him up. “Oh my god Dan was right… You’re ridiculously careful.” Suddenly Phil felt like he’d been horribly offended. “No, it’s okay I love it. Just hurry up, I want this - JESUS CHRIST!” He yelled as Phil’s hand round him took him by surprise, the unbelievably great feeling making his mind go crazy and everything he’d been doing before like holding the dildo had just ceased to be possible. It fell out of his hand as he jerked but Phil picked it back up, moving it in time with his strokes.

And if in those brief couple of seconds Dan had thought he couldn’t feel any better, well he was fucking wrong.

Phil hadn’t even found his prostate, and his hand movements were loose and everything was messy but it was all too much for nineteen-year old Dan and he released without warning, body jerking uncontrollably as he was completely overwhelmed by his orgasm.

Phil’s jaw dropped at the sight, watching his perfect boyfriend come undone beneath him and collapsing onto the floor, sweating and panting with exertion. Feeling it was the right time, Phil pulled away the dildo and moved to find a towel or something, looking over to the older pair to see the other Dan in the same state. The other Phil looked up to him and nodded like he knew what the younger him was doing and he smiled back, if not with red cheeks. Opening his wardrobe he pulled out two flannels and passed once to the older him, who was now whispering praise into his Dan’s ear and pressing the material to his sweaty chest.

He knelt beside his own Dan again, eyes still closed, and pushed the hair from his face. “Hey, love.” Phil cooed, bringing the flannel to Dan’s neck and wiping him down as he let out short confused whimpers. “It’s okay, I’m just taking care of you. You’re alright.” He soothed as he ran it down his chest and stomach, feeling Dan relax more under his hand.


An hour later the four of them were sitting awkwardly in the living room, no one else home of course, with the younger two with red faces in embarrassment and fingers twiddling nervously.

“So…” The older Phil voiced, breaking the concrete silence. “What the hell was that?”

The older Dan took a deep breath. “I told you; we were just messing around.”

“With my toys? How did you even get to anything sex related?” He watched as Dan glanced briefly to his younger self whose head was still down and then coughed awkwardly. “Nevermind - it’s Dan. I should’ve known this would happen.”

Dan scoffed. “Oh, yeah, like you didn’t enjoy it.”

Phil shot him a mean stare. “Shut up. You’re not helping.”

The other laughed. “I’m the only one besides you even trying!” He barked.

“If it helps…” The younger Dan piped up, keeping his voice timidly quiet and head low. “It was all Dan’s idea.”

“Me? What did I do?”

Dan looked up through his fringe, awkwardly long just like Dan remembered it to be. “You kept talking about what sex with you and Phil is like, so YOU brought it up. And you got the box out. AND you proposed the contest.”

The older him slouched into the sofa, arms folded. “Fine. Let’s all blame Dan. I made 'myself’ join in, I made Phil and Phil come back just in time, I made my Phil take control of me and I certainly made that Phil walk over and jack off my younger self.”

Everyone fell silent once again.

Then Dan sniggered to himself.

Phil swore under his breath and muttered, “What now?”

“It’s just, that was possibly the greatest sex we’ve had for weeks, and we didn’t even actually have sex. But here we are, shuffling awkwardly and arguing about it like we just murdered some kid. Like, seriously, who didn’t enjoy that?” No one even breathed. “See? You fucking wankers, trying to make me feel guilty about it when in reality we’re all fucking kinky bastards!”

Younger him laughed in the silence. “You’re only pissed off 'cause you lost.”

Dan shot him a mean look. “What? I didn’t lose!”

But the other him only laughed harder. “Course you did! You’re just denying it because it’s bad for your 'Dan Howell’ persona, right?”

Dan frowned. “What the fuck? What fucking 'persona’? How the fuck did I lose?”

The younger Phil shot his eyes up in shock. “What? This was a game?”

His Dan blushed hard and turned to start whispering in his ear, confusing the hell out of the older Dan and Phil. They watched as Phil’s frown only got more intense with every word that was uttered into his ear, whatever they were.

Then Phil blushed, almost a badly as Dan, and covered his face. “That’s so weird! Why would you even suggest that?!”

The older blanched, feeling seriously attacked. “YOU FUCKING JOINED IN YOU LITTLE SHIT!”

The twenty-eight year old grabbed Dan’s arm to keep him steady and promptly told him to 'shut the hell up’. “Besides, technically you lost anyway.”

Dan growled. “How?”

Phil rest his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulder and pouted, speaking in a mocking tone. “Sweetie, you asked me to touch you. I was sucking you off before our younger doppelgangers had even gotten their hands on each other.” He kissed Dan’s neck sloppily, feeling the vibrations of his irritated growl against his lips before a hand hit him playfully. “Plus, you came first. Sorry honey.”

Dan shook his head. “Fucking hate you.”

A giant smile grew across Phil’s face. “You loved it. You haven’t been so desperate for me in weeks.”

Then they heard the younger Dan whine. “Oh god, PLEASE don’t talk about your sex life again!”

The older Dan chuckled knowingly, then fell silent with a sly grin on his face. “Hey, tell you what would be fun…since we’re stuck here for a while…how about we…” He winked at the younger version of his boyfriend who blushes lightly at the gesture.

But Phil hit him, quite hard. “Naughty! Do you know how ridiculously WRONG that is?”

Dan hit him back. “Oh come on, don’t tell me you weren’t thinking about it too.”

“Err, I wasn’t! You and younger me may both be twenty-four but there’s a whole ten year gap between me and younger you!” And Phil wanted to slap himself in the face for that because he should’ve kept his mouth shut. Who the fuck could figure those ages out within a fraction of a second?

Dan smirked knowingly. “Fucking knew it.”

Phil groaned and covered his face with his hands. “Can we forget about all this now? I just need to rest. We still need to figure out how the hell we’re gonna get back.”

the world is ours to take (nc-17, 2.9k)


A cold mist drapes itself over the parking lot, heavy and thick, the sun not yet high enough in the sky to burn it away. It changes the bright red motel room doors into a faded, muted burgundy and hides the dirt and scuff marks that smudge the beige stucco walls. Salt hangs in the air, carried by the icy wind, and with it a bitter, briny tang that burns the back of Dean’s nose.

He should have stayed in bed.

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MaleMc: First day: 7am-8am

Truthfully I just don’t have the earlier times. 

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It was 7am and Zack had just finished moving half of his stuff into Rika’s apartment. He was exhausted and frankly he was a little confused. He heard his phone beep. It was Yoosung, he was in the chatroom. Zack placed his box of books on the floor wiping his brow with the back of his movers gloves.

Yoosung>: Do you know that Zen always complains about being single these days?
Yoosung>: But I’ve never even been in a relationship T_T

          <:I hear ya, although I don’t like intimate relationships.

Yoosung>: Wut… you don’t?

          <:Hate to be that guy but it’s complicated.
          <:Parents have are married I guess it’s just
         <:their circumstances that confused me about love.
        <:Guess I’m a bit cynical.

Yoosung>: That’s really sad. T_T

Yoosung★>: But… I am happy that we have something in common.

      <:Forever alones unite! We will have magic powers.
      <:Don’t die dateless dummy

Yoosung★>: Holy crap! You played that game too!?

         <:I have a knack for getting magic powers

Yoosung★>: Ha ha! Yeah I got the bad ending a lot too!
Yoosung★>: To be honest no one’s as innocent as I am in the group. 
Yoosung★>: I think out of everyone here I’m the only one
Yoosung★>: whose never dated!

Yoosung★>: Well I’m not sure about Seven but…
Yoosung★>: It’s been fun because you’re here now!

      <:Time to have a singles get together or whatever

Yoosung★>: Singles Unite!!!


Yoosung★>: By the way do you play LOLOL?

      <: I’m bad at MMORPGS

      <:Some old roommates of mine played it a lot though.

Yoosung★>:I should teach you some time!
Yoosung★>: Argh! I have class at 9.
Yoosung★>: I’ll talk to you soon Zack!

      <:Yeah, pay attention in class :P

Yoosung★>:So tired just thinking about it…

                            Yoosung has left the chatroom

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Body Swap

[Word Count: 3,125]

Prompt: dean and the reader are dating but a witch causes sam and the reader to switch bodies right, and dean accidentally tries to hit on the reader, not knowing that its his brother, and then he gets jealous that the reader is in sams body and its awkward and when they finally fix it, the reader and dean have makeouts yeah

@viddya you have the best ideas omfG IM SCREAMI N G ABOUT THIS ILY SO MUCH

this was such a mindfuck to write omfg

Dean x Reader (also kinda accidental wincest? kinda??)


It’s a well-known fact that Dean hates witches. Well, he hates a lot of supernatural creatures to be honest, but his hatred for witches is kept in a special place of his heart.

He loathes them.

And boy was he making this fact known …

“I swear, the next time we take on a witch case I’m gonna sell my soul to Crowley just so he can obliterate the existence of witchcraft. Ugh, I hate them and their creepy voodoo, bone-crunching, Latin-chanting craziness!”

You raise an eyebrow at your boyfriend’s rant, biting back your laughter as you lift your arm to wipe at your brow. The three of you had just taken down a coven of twelve witches, and to say that it had been exhausting would be an understatement. Sure, you had taken down larger groups of monsters before, but damn were these witches powerful. 

“Dean, baby, go and take a breather. Me and Sam will get to work on clearing the bodies - come back and help us when you’ve calmed down.” Dean opens his mouth to protest, but after you throw him ‘the look’, he immediately backs down, sulking out of the room and muttering under his breath as he polishes the side of his gun with his sleeve.

You shake your head at his retreating figure, a fond smile softening your features as you watch him leave. Turning to get to work, you freeze, a blush darkening your cheeks when you realize that Sam had been watching you the whole time. “What?” You mumble, glancing away awkwardly.

“Nothing.” He shakes his head with a smirk, bending over to move a body, before looking up at you through his hair. “It’s just funny to see how Dean behaves like a lovesick puppy around you.”

Snorting, you walk over to help Sam with the body that he’s moving. “I wouldn’t exactly call that ‘lovesick puppy’ behavior. Maybe more ‘moody teenager that just got threatened to be grounded’ behavior.”

He chuckles at your simile as he moves to the next body. “Yeah, that sounds more accurate, I  mean, you did just threaten him.”

“Did not.” You throw back, eyes narrowing at the younger Winchester. 

“Yes, you did. You gave Dean the exact same look that you’re giving me. In all honesty, it’s kinda scary.”

“Shut up, giant.” You mutter, rolling your eyes as you haul at another body.

The two of you continue to bicker, throwing comments back and forth as you bite back laughter. In fact, the two of you are so engrossed in your fake-argument that neither of you notice that you had missed a witch until she’s halfway through a spell.

You grip your head, groaning, and Sam reacts similarly, staggering to the side and colliding with the wall. Through hazy vision, you catch sight of the witch, hidden in the door frame as she glares at you with a thundery expression, furious that her coven had been killed. She raises her hands, as if she was physically building up power, only for a horrific scream to leave her as a round of bullets hit her from behind.

Blood pours from her open mouth, and she sways for a moment, eyes glued to you, before she drops to the ground, dead. Dean runs in a second later, breathing heavily and eyes wide as he assesses the situation. “Is everyone okay?”

You nod slowly, one hand still clutching at your head, meanwhile Sam pushes away from the wall, shaking his head and scrunching his eyes up as if trying to push a bad thought back. The two of you nod at Dean, though you’re equally unsure as to what had just happened.

It was only natural that their coven was made up of an unlucky thirteen members. Fuckin’ witches …

After cleaning up the bodies, the three of you returned to your motel room, deciding to sleep the hunt away. You and Sam both sported matching headaches, and by the time you had all crawled into bed, you curled up with Dean and Sam stretched out on his own bed across the room, your limbs were tingling. 

You had shaken the feeling off, chalking it up to a long day’s hunt.

Ah, if only …


When you awoke, disorientated and confused, you immediately knew that something was up. Why were you in bed alone? Dean never got up before you, and he almost always tried to get lucky with you first thing in the mornings.

You sit up slowly, glancing around the room with eyes squinted as you reach up to run your fingers through your hair, only to freeze. Your hair had been tied back when you went to bed … And why was your hair shoulder-length . . ? 

You flail in place, head whipping about as you realize that this wasn’t the bed that you fell asleep in. No, you had fallen asleep in that bed, right across the room. The bed that Dean was currently in, curled up with … You? What the ever-living fuck is going on?!

Scrambling in bed, you almost fall to the floor when your legs - freakishly long, muscular legs clad in sweatpants - tangle with the sheets. Pushing them away, you flail for a moment, freezing when you catch sight of your hands - much larger than your hands, with long fingers and confident palms - before you shake your head and push up from the bed, stumbling to the bathroom across the hall.

Why the hell am I so high up? You think hysterically, jumping when the bathroom door slams forcefully behind you. And why the hell am I so strong? You hurry to the mirror, confused as to how you managed to cross the room in just two strides (especially when you had to take seven steps to get to the mirror last night), and immediately freeze when you see your reflection. 

Why the hell am I Sam?!

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Dean stirs in bed, his grip tightening on your body. He smirks lazily, sleepy eyes peeking open slightly, the green shards staring at your sleeping face. Leaning in, Dean presses an open mouth kiss to the back of your neck, biting back a laugh when your tied-up hair tickles the side of his face. 

Jerking his hips forward to rub his morning wood against your ass, Dean lets out a breathless moan, pressing another kiss to your neck before sucking lightly. Your body shifts, leaning closer to the sensation, only to stiffen and attempt to get away, brows furrowing.

“What the hell . . ?” Sam mumbles sleepily, though his eyes snap open at the sound of his voice. Why do I sound like Y/N? His face tightens in confusion, though he is broken from his thoughts when someone rubs their crotch against his butt (speaking of his butt, why did it feel so soft . . ?), the grip on his waist drawing him back against a toned chest.

“Mornin’, baby,” A husky voice whispers, and Sam almost screams. 

Dean?!” He yelps, scrambling away, though Sam finds it to be a much harder task than usual (Why am I so … small?). “Dean, what the hell are you doing?!”

Sam finally escapes the clutches of his brother, falling to the motel floor with an ‘oomph’ as the bed sheets land on top of him, revealing Dean to have slept in nothing but a pair of boxers. Eyes wide, Sam skitters back until he collides with the wall, where he stays, trying to assess the situation, even though all he wanted to do was scream. 

“Shit, are you alright?” Dean asks as he sits up to peer at Sam over the side of the bed. His brow furrows as he takes in the complete bewilderment sprawled across his face, and, with a concern-tinted voice, he says,  “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“Don’t call me that.” Sam snaps, before quietly muttering, “What the fuck is going on.”

Hearing a thud from the main room, you break from your trance of staring at your - no, Sam’s (or was it yours?) - reflection and leave the bathroom, throwing the door open and striding out. You freeze at the sight of Dean’s almost naked form, sat at the edge of the bed as he looks down at you … Well, not you, but your body.

“Sam?” You squeak out, hand reaching up to clutch at your throat, eyes widening at how deep your voice sounded.

“Y/N?” He echoes back in your voice, high and tinged with hysteria.

“What’s going on?!” You yell, arms flailing, though you become distracted by the fact that the body you’re in is ripped … 

“What the fuck? Y/N, is that you?” Dean asks, eyes wide as his head snaps back and forth between the two of you. “Y/N, I swear to God if you take a piss in Sam’s body then shit will hit the fan.”

“What-” You begin, only for Dean to cut you off by pointing a finger at you.

“I’m not letting my girl touch my own brother’s dick.” He states firmly. “And put a damn shirt on.”

You yelp as you glance down to see Sam’s, well, ‘your’ bare chest, all toned muscle and smooth tanned skin. Blinking down at it, you yelp again when a shirt is tossed at you, hitting you square in the face. You fumble with the fabric, turning away and curling in on yourself as you try to get it on. 

You just know that getting a shirt on is going to be the least of your worries by the time this day is over …


The rest of the day is spent - mostly - in silence. Dean is a ball of tension, never opening his mouth except when he stopped off at a diner for food. He kept throwing glares at you, and then at Sam, as if he was confused as to who to blame and who was who - should he treat you like his girlfriend when you were stuck in his brothers body? And how could he treat Sam like, well, Sam, when Sam looked just like you?

Dean was confused to say the least, and instead of talking about it, he bottled it up and released it as anger.

If only you could do the same. 

You were an anxious ball the entire ride back to the Bunker, your too-large fingers twisting in the fabric of your too-large shirt that somehow still managed to fit snugly on your body that wasn’t actually your body. Not to mention that you’ve been needing to pee for the last hour.

“Uh, Sam . . ?” You mumble quietly, secretly hoping that he doesn’t hear you. Of course, he does though.

“Yeah?” You hear your own uncertain voice reply.

Swallowing loudly, you shift in your seat in the back and glance to the side to Sam, who sat next to you. “I, uh, I need to …” You clear your throat, cheeks blazing as you try to think of a way to word it, gaze flickering to him before staring straight ahead. “Nothing, don’t, uh, don’t worry.”

Five minutes later though and you can’t hold it in any longer. “I need to pee.” You burst out, hands reaching up to clap over your mouth as your cheeks flare red. 

Dean pulls over so fast that the tires squeal. “Y/N, don’t you dare pee in Baby.” 

You whine, crossing your legs as you fidget, and you notice Sam doing the same thing too, his face equally flushed. Oh, God …

“Dean, we need to get to a bathroom.” Sam mutters, pointedly ignoring both you and Dean.

Dean whips around in his seat to stare at Sam, eyes narrowing before sliding over to you to assess the situation. His mouth opens, probably to make some comment about wanting to be a ‘perv’ on his girl, but you beat him to it. “Please, Dean.”

Biting his tongue, Dean stays still for a moment before nodding stiffly and speeding to the next gas station, where both you and Sam spill out of the car and hurry to the bathrooms. There’s some initial confusion when you automatically head for the women’s bathroom, and Sam to the men’s, however, that’s easily cleared up when a woman launches her sandal at you, all the while screaming ‘pervert!’ at you.

The next few minutes are made up of burning cheeks and a lot of fumbling as you try to pee whilst simultaneously trying not to look at what you were doing. This proves to be a difficult task, and a lot more embarrassing than it needs to be, when the man standing neck to you tells you to not be afraid of ‘it’ - “After all, it’s not gonna bite!” He had said with a laugh, clapping you on the shoulder as he walked past.

After that, you had washed your hands and fled from the bathroom as quick as possible, shuddering as you made your way back to the Impala, finding Dean to be alone. Sliding into the back seat, you avoid his eyes that are pinned on you through the mirror, instead twisting your fingers in the shirt fabric as you wait for Sam.

“You alright?” He asks tentatively, taking note of the fact that nerves are rolling off your body is waves.

“I’m good.” You reply, nodding your head fiercely, though after a moment you quietly mutter, “The men’s bathroom is terrifying.”

“Yeah, you got that right …”

Several minutes later and Sam returns, cheeks just as red as when he had entered the bathroom. He refuses to make eye contact with either you or Dean, and after a tense few moments of silence, Dean starts Baby and drives off. 

After arriving at the Bunker, the three of you were met with another issue - sleeping arrangements. It made sense for you to sleep in Sam’s room, and for Sam to sleep in a separate room from Dean (after all, the two of you shared a room). After deciding, You and Sam headed to the library to research, whilst Dean took the opportunity to slip away and go to a bar.

Research proved to be interesting, especially when you realized that Sam organized the books in such a way that all of the books on witches were on the top shelf - something that Sam in your body couldn’t reach. Despite all the hysteria surrounding your current situation, you found it highly entertaining to use Sam’s height against him - oh, how the tables had turned, seeing Sam jump about as he tried to reach something, even if it was your body doing the jumping …

After several hours of useless searching, the two of you came up empty-handed, and the internet wasn’t much use either. Calling it a day, the two of you go your separate ways, praying for a solution.


When you awake, it’’s not in Sam’s room. 

Sitting up cautiously, you glance down at your hands to see your own hands, attached to your own arms which are attached to your own body. Reaching up to feel your face, you’re relieved to feel your own bone structure rather than Sam’s sharp cheekbones and strong jaw.

Falling out of bed, you slap at the wall blindly for the light switch. When you find it, you snap it on and scan the room for a mirror; as soon as you spot it, you scramble over to it, and you’re relieved to discover that it doesn’t take you three steps to cross the room, but rather nine. A bubble of relieved laughter escapes you when your own reflection stares back, messy bedhead and all.

Throwing the door open, you run out and skid down the hall, flinging the door to your’s and Dean’s bedroom open as you yell, “Dean! Dean!”

“What, what?” He yelps, sitting upright with startled wide eyes. He sweeps his gaze over the room before looking at you, eyes suspicious before he asks, “Y/N?”

“Yep, it’s me!” You cry, nodding enthusiastically as you run at the bed and launch yourself on it, landing on top of Dean. The pair of you are left momentarily winded, but that doesn’t stop you from practically jamming your tongue down his throat. “Dean, that was the weirdest fucking experience.” You mumble in between kisses as you straddle him. 

Dean pulls away for a moment, pupils blown as he takes in your messy hair and excited face, before rolling over to hover over you, pinning you to the bed as he runs his nose down the side of your face before pausing at your jaw, where he presses a line of open-mouthed kisses to your neck.

“No one is allowed to be in my girl’s body except me.” Dean growls, lips attacking your neck, sucking dark marks onto the sensitive skin in a display of dominance. “Especially my brother.” He mutters furiously, his kisses becoming more forceful. 

Against your will, a giggle leaves you, and you bite your lip when Dean freezes. “What’s so funny?” He grunts, breath hot against your throat. 

“N-nothing …” You murmur, though another giggle leaves you. This time, Dean pushes up so that his face is hovering above yours, eyes dark and hard as he waits for an explanation. “It’s just, it’s funny how you’re so jealous of your brother when we were literally cursed by a witch.”

“I wasn’t jealous!” He splutters, face incredulous at the mere thought, though his cheeks soon darkened when you stared up at him with raised eyebrows. “It wasn’t jealousy, I was just, I was …”

He lets out a frustrated sigh, pushing back to run a hand through his hair as he tries to think of a way to explain. Instead of waiting, you tighten your legs around his waist and sit up. Chest pressed to Dean’s, you trail your fingers up his arms until his face is cradled between your palms, and whisper, “It’s okay, Dean.” 

Pressing a kiss to his chest, you glide your fingers to rest against his back, painting imaginary patterns onto his bare skin until he relaxes in your grasp. “It’s okay, Dean,” You repeat, glancing up at him. “Things are back to normal now, which means you can show me just how much you missed me …”

He needs no further invitation before he’s pushing you back down onto the bed, eager to show you just how much he missed you.

Hello Again

Confiding in others was always a last resort for Pacifica, and the last person she ever thought she’d talk about her problems with was Dipper Pines.

First Gravity Falls fic and I think it turned out really good! Northwest Mansion Mystery really hit me with the feels, because I’ve been lowkey shipping Dipifica/Dippica/Padippica/whateveryouwanttocallthem since Season One so I hope I did them justice! Hope you guys like it! **WARNING: MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE** 

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All This Bad Blood Here Pt. 2

A/N: so I totally am late on this and I apologize. This was meant to be a little longer but it’s kind of just some one shots. I might continue it but only after I finish everything else. If I add anything else, it’ll be when Merle returns. Just let me know if you want more.I hope you like it!!


Hi, I hope you continue the feud storyline I love it

can we get more of the bad blood story plz

do a second part of all this bad blood pleeeease

Please please please continue - All This Bad Blood Here. I’m loving it so far. I already know it’s going to be AMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZING!

Song: Wonderwall by Oasis


You continued to see Daryl Dixon whether it’s when you are on the porch as he is on his or if he call is working on his bike in the driveway. Every time you talked to him, you could feel yourself getting drawn in. He was like a sip of ice cold water after you’d been outside all day; he was like this personification of relief.

Everyday was a battle for you; it always had been when you were alone. The silence gave you time to hear your own thoughts loud and clear, not a good thing.

But Daryl took that away. He would just breathe and you’d be okay. Those feelings were so foreign to you and confusing. No one had ever made you feel like that before.

Before you knew it, he slowly crawled into your lonely life. Or maybe it was the other way around. Either situation, it was definitely an adjustment; a good one, though.

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L$D pt.2 (d.l.)

▹Short Imagine 


A/N: hope u guys like it, love u -i 


Request stuff here 

“I just can’t anymore” she says pacing back and forth 

I stop her to grab her by the arm. I make sure she’s looking in my eyes.

“Jay! Listen to me what ever is happening it’s okay it’s not worth it, jay, I’m telling you babe, it’s not worth it” I say sternly 

She nods, tears still falling from her eyes. 

“let’s go inside” I say guiding her to the front door 


I pick my phone up from the small nightstand beside my bed. I read 3:47am. again really? I sigh loudly but not loud enough to wake jay up. I go into my text and begin to text Derek, not thinking he would even be up. 

Y/N: I can’t sleep, u up? 

D: I’m always up, let’s meet at the bus stop 

Y/N: b there in a minute 

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Phil fucking goddammit Lester

Title: Phil fucking goddammit Lester

Genre: high school/boarding school au with all the fluffs and agnsts and some smutty chapters later

Warnings: none really except for swearing and mentions of smoking oh and also really shit titles

Summary: Dan really liked it here. Here he could focus on his work and his friendsand keeping a low profile and he could just be. But then Phil Lester comes along and fucks everything up. Phil Lester is the school bad boy. He wears leather jackets and smokes and has tattoos and piercings and has sex in the bathrooms. He’s the exact opposite of little shy Dan Howell with his flower crowns and pastel jumpers.


It’s the first day of school. Ridgewell Private School is in the middle of nowhere, far from Dan’s parents and town.

As he walk threw the front doors of his dormitory and into the office he notices his best friend pj. Pj’s sitting with Chris, his other best friend. They spot Dan and motion for home to come sit down with them. He walks over, sets his stuff down and sits across from pj. They’re waiting to be assigned their dorm rooms so they talk about their summer vacation, what teachers they want to have (or don’t want to have) and school in general. When Dan hears his name called he lifts himself off the chair and walks to the desk where one of his favorite people in the whole world is sitting with a bright smile and and dyed pink hair.

“Hi, Louise” Dan says with a smile.

“Hello Daniel” she says back with a laugh.

“Don’t call me that!” Dan says as he feels a blush rising on his cheeks.

“Oh, stop it. I can call you whatever I please.”

“Anyway, what’s my dorm room” he’s say hastily wanting to change the subject.

“You’ll be in room 405. It’s on the 4th floor so here’s the elevator key.” She exclaims and hands Dan a laniard with 2 keys on it.

One is bronze and worn down from use. The other is fairly new and silver. He takes them and nods as he makes his way back to where Peej and Chris are sitting. He informs them of his room number and then grabs his bags and makes his way to the elevator.


He presses the button for the elevator and waits. The door opens a few moments later and out walks Phil Lester. Phill fucking Lester. With his dyed black hair and electric blue fringe tips. His leather jacket covering his tight black t-shirt that shows of how lean but muscular he is. He has a lighter and box of cigarettes in his hands. His snake bites glisten in the florescent lights of the hallway. He can see a few of his tattoos. They suit him very well. At least the ones he can see from underneath the cuff of his jacket and the ones adorning his Chet and neck springing up from the collar of his shirt. He looks so fucking hot. Like so fucking hot.

Dan just gawks at him. He freezes when Phil brushes past him not really noticing the boy until he stumbles into the elevator. They turn around simultaneously and lock eyes for a second. Dan blushes as Phil looks him up and down then smirks. Dan wants the walls of the elevator to swallow him whole, because Phil fucking goddammit Lester smirked at him. And fuck it was hot.

When he gets to his room it’s unlocked. Probably because his roommate has already got there. He pushes the door open and expects to see some kid unpacking his stuff, but the room is empty except for a suitcase on one of the beds. It’s decorated with a blue and green plaid duvet and little lion plushies. A Buffy poster is hanging half assed on the wall.

Dan wonders for a second who is roommate might be then decides it’s not that important seeing as he’ll just ignore them whoever they are and hang with Chris and Peej. He begins to unpack. Firstly grabbing the bag he knows has his bedding in it. He pulls out his black and grey plaid duvet and notices that it matches the one sprawled on the other bed. He laughs to myself as he pulls out his aqua colored sheets. He quickly makes his bed not forgetting to put his Haru body pillow on the right side.

He turns to grab his suitcase with his clothes in it and his flower crown swings off his head. At the same time the door swings open and Dan can hear whistling and the loud smack of bubble gum. He looks up to see a structured face. His cheekbones quite high and prominent on his face. His jawline very defined with a tiny hint of stubble on it. His nose is slightly crooked and a nose piercing hangs from his left nostril.The most beautiful part is the boys eyes. Clear blue with thin stripes of green that match the duvet run out from his pupils. Little specks of yellowish gold litter the iris. It looks as if you could swim in them. The black hair on the boys head slightly covers one of his eyes and he notices it dyed a familiar blue. Dan is mesmerized but is quickly snapped back to reality by the smack of gum and the low gravelly “Hey” that leaves the boys perfect mouth pierced by two metal rings on either side of his bottom lip. Dan recognizes the voice and the hair and the eyes and takes a step back to see Phil Lester in all his glory.

“Hey,” he says again a little louder this time.

“H-hi” Dan manages to squeak out.

Phil chuckles a little and moves past Dans almost frozen form. He picks up Dans flower crown and hands it to him.

“Th-thanks” Dan splutters out. Phil turns to his bed and plops down on it reaching for the phone in his back pocket.

Dan turns and continues unpacking as nonchalantly as possible. He can feel Phil’s eyes on him as he bends over to get his clothes out of his suitcase. Heat rising in his cheeks and spreading across his body.


“So, Flowerboy…” Are the first words Phil utters to Dan the rest of the day. “…like what you see.”

Dan is surprised by the comment and turns around still blushing from earlier.

“U-uh uhm, what?” He stutters and mentally curses himself for letting Phil have this affect on him.

“I said, ‘do you like what you see?’” Phil repeated. He got up and walked over to where Dan was standing beside the wardrobe. He continued to back Dan up until his back was flush against the wall and Phil was looming over him staring hungrily.

Dan nodded frantically as Phil ghosted his hand over the boys thigh. Dan whimpered and Phil backed all the way up until he hit the wall opposite Dan, leaning like he owned the whole building. He looked Dan up and down and laughed once before getting up and blowing Dan a kiss then walking out the door leaving Dan to ponder what the fuck just happened.

Later when he’s hanging with Peej waiting for the orientation to start he tells him all about what happened.

Peej stares at him, a look of nervousness and pity washing over his face as Dan continues with the story. Peej lost his virginity to Phil Lester in year 10. It tore him up real bad because after, Phil pretty much pretended like it hadn’t happened. He’s mostly over it now but Dan knows he doesn’t want that to happen to him. Pj has always been very protective over his friends.

When Dan finished telling him all about it Peej looked more angry and concerned than pitiful.

“This is bad Dan really really bad. You need to stay away from him. He’ll chew you up and spit you out then walk over you like a paper bag blowing in the wind.”

“Damn Peej calm down. I know that and I will stay as far away from him as possible.”

“Promise me”

“Ugh, ok I promise.” Dan held out his hand for Pj and he took it shaking wearily.


Chris had come to sit down with them and orientation started as usual. The administration saying how wonderful it was for everyone to be back and introduced some new teachers and staff. Then he got on to the bit about expectations and rules and dress code. Unlike most boarding school, Ridgewell didn’t require a uniform. Dan loved that bit because he was free to wear his pastel jumpers and skinny jeans and his little flower crowns.

Everything was going quite smoothly. They split off into groups and wandered the campus with a guide telling them about all the great opportunities and clubs and things they had to offer. Dan hadn’t noticed he was in the same group with Phil until they reached they science hall and Phil brushed past him. Phil cupped dans ass and squeezed ever so lightly making a small gasp escape from Dans mouth without his permission. He saw Phil smirk as he moved forward to get to one of his friends. Pj burned a death glare into the back of Phil’s head. He was absolutely fuming and Dan could see that. His fists were not balled up and he was moving tensely.

“Hey Peej calm down ok. It’s fine I won’t let him do that again”

“No it’s not Dan. He can’t do to you what he did to me. I won’t let that happen.”

“What are you all going on about?” Chris said hesitantly looking over to Dan

“I’ll tell you later” Dan said a little reluctance in his voice.

When orientation was finished everyone went back to there respective dormitory. Dan stayed with Peej and Chris for a while since they were assigned the same room. They ordered a pizza from the campus call box and talked about school and everything. They played a quick few games of Mario kart before it was time for roll call.

Dan returned back to his room to find Phil lying on his bed on his phone with a big evil grin on his face. Dan scurried to the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He took a quick shower and got dressed for bed. He was wearing a mint green shirt with a large Eiffel Tower printed on it in black. He wore just his regular pastel boxer briefs and laid out his clothes for the next day. He walked out of the bathroom and Phil looked exactly the same as he had left him minus the maniacal grin. His jacket was laying on the edge of his bed and now Dan could see his various tattoos. A galaxy crawled up his chest and neck. A graphically drawn lion adorned his biceps and a dragon crawled up his wrist. He had loads and loads of tattoos but those were the ones that stuck out to Dan. Dan cursed himself when he realized he had stopped in his tracks just to stare at Phil.

When he looked away it was already too late. Phil had noticed and he was smirking again. That fucking smirk that made him look like a hungry hyena searching for his pray.

Phil stood up and pulled his shirt and jeans off and walked into the bathroom in just his boxers leaving his clothes on the floor. As he walked past Dan to the bathroom Dan turned to look. He could see all of his tattoos now. He had two diamonds placed on his pelvic bones and another dragon sprawled on his back creeping up to meet the nape of his neck. He had tiny stars and dots littered across his arm in different shades of purple and blue and black. They surrounded other tattoos to form a very spaced out looking sleeve down Phil’s arm. A few different roses in different colors and patterns adorned his neck and chest. Though all of them were different they all seemed to work very nicely together.

When Dan realized what he was doing it was too late (again). Phil was grinning as he said “wanna join me?” In a low smooth tone. Dan tore his eyes away from Phil’s body to look at his face. Dan’s eyes widened and he managed to squeeze out a small ‘no’ before turning to crawl into his bed. Phil continued into the bathroom. Dan heard the water turn on and he slowly but surely fell into a restless sleep before Phil got out.