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.”

Dodged Bullet

warnings: violence, blood, mentions of a panic attack

pairing: peter parker x reader

words: 2,191

request: yooo I love your Spider-Man fics and idk if youre still taking requests but… I was wondering if you would be up for a hurt/comfort prompt? I’ve read a few where the reader takes care of peter but I’d really like to see one that’s the other way around?  (ex. reader gets hurt in the crossfire of a mission, being in the wrong place at the wrong time etc.) you super don’t have to but either way your fics are rad. keep up the good word!!!

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ML Fuff Month || Day 10

@miraculousfluffmonth

Day 10- Secret Sleepover

Marinette clamped a hand over Adrien’s mouth, shooting him a glare as the boy simply grinned upon seeing her, and continued to push him up the stairs. “Shut up, you know my parents have people staying over,” she said quietly through her teeth.

As soon as she pushed him through her trap door, she smacked him on the arm lightly. “How am I supposed to explain that my boyfriend occasionally drops by at some of the most ungodly hours of the night if they heard you.” Marinette narrowed her eyes as she looked down at the blond boy still sitting on the floor with her hand on her hips.

The stern look on her face softened when she noticed how somber her boyfriend looked in the light. That can mean only two things, either one of his favorite anime characters got killed off or he had a fight with his dad. And the first option only ended up with phone or video calls so it had to be the latter.

“Hey, lets go up to the loft,” Marinette said as she ruffled the blonde’s hair affectionately. That brought a smile to his lips for a brief moment before hurt flashed through his eyes for a second. Holding both his hands in hers, Marinette walked backwards towards the ladder to her bed. She began talking about the day, knowing that it helped Adrien to get his mind off things before he opened up about what happened between him and his father.

Neither of the two noticed the small spool of thread on lying on the floor until it was too late. Marinette had lost her footing and tumbled to the floor, pulling Adrien down with her. Adrien didn’t have enough time to react and landed with his full weight on his petite girlfriend. The mannequin in Marinette’s room wobbled but thankfully stayed upright. The designer groaned softly as the model rushed to apologize.

“No, no, I’m okay,” Marinette breathed out. Adrien continued to spew his apologies until there was a sharp knock on the door. The two froze for a second before Marinette was pushing the still boy off her and behind the chaise. Marinette walked over to her trap door and opened it to reveal her father.

“You okay, Marinette? I heard a loud thud just now.”

Marinette yawned and nodded her head. “Yes papa, I tripped down the stairs trying to get some water.” Familiar with his daughter’s clumsy tendencies, Tom bought the lie and told her to get some sleep before leaving.

The designer breathed out a sigh of relief and for the first time, thanked the heavens that clumsiness was not an uncommon occurrence for her. She picked herself off the floor and walked over to the chaise to get Adrien before heading up to the loft.

“You’re still wearing your street clothes,” Marinette noted for the first time since Adrien had showed up at her doorstep.

The blond model looked down at himself and nodded. “Uh yeah, I hadn’t actually stayed home long enough to do so. I snuck out of my room right after Gorilla dropped me off from the shoot.”

Marinette clicked her tongue in disapproval, finally voicing what’s been on her mind ever since she realized why Adrien came over. “It must’ve been really bad then huh.”

Adrien hung his head and nodded, staring at his hands in his lap. “It was about you and Nino,” he said softly, crawling over to the pillows and flopping down face first. “I just don’t get it, he approved of you when I finally told him about us and now he- ugh he’s telling me to stay away from you because the paparazzi is starting to get suspicious. And now he’s even more adamant that I stay away from Nino, going so far as to try to get him switched out of our class.”

Marinette carded her fingers through his hair as she listened; gently scratching at the nape of his neck, knowing this motion calmed him down. She lay beside her blond model and draped her leg over the back of his thighs. Adrien turned on to his side facing Marinette and buried his face into the crook of her neck, hands gripping her hips as he huffed out a shaky breath.

“I just can’t please him. I’ve been trying my best to make him happy since mom left but it’s like nothing’s been getting to him. I understand that he’s doing this because he’s still hurting and doesn’t want me to up and leave him like mom but- but this is too much. He can’t keep trying to take away the people I love and make me happy.”

Marinette hummed softly as she listened, not interrupting him as he continued to talk. Adrien has always been a bit guarded when talking about his mother and father. He usually said very little on the subject because he didn’t want to burden anyone with his feelings.

“Marinette, I just want to go to sleep and forget about all this for now. I don’t want to deal with it tonight,” Adrien finished with a sigh. He pulled her closer and took a deep breath, smelling the lingering scent of Marinette’s soap underneath the scent of vanilla that Marinette always seemed to have.

The petite girl nodded and pressed a kiss the crown of his head. “Let’s get you comfortable then,” the mischief in her voice made Adrien raise his head to look up at her. “Take off your pants.”

“M-Marinette!” Adrien stuttered, his cheeks flaring red.

“Oh shut up, you know what I mean. You’re never gonna fall asleep comfortably with those jeans on, and I still have your pajama’s the last time you snuck in for these secret sleepovers.” Marinette rolled her eyes and freed herself from Adrien’s arms to grab the clothes she’s been hiding and tossed it to the still blushing blond.

“Y-yeah, well you didn’t have to go saying it like that,” Adrien mumbled as he pulled off his shirt and then moved on to his pants before getting changed. Once he was done he pulled down the blanket that covered Marinette’s face and crawled in, snuggling up to her smaller frame.

Marinette pressed kisses all over Adrien’s face, and with each kiss she whispered one thing that she loved about him. There were times when Adrien thought that he didn’t deserve to have the people in his life that he loved so dearly because his father made it seem like friends were a luxury. And it was after fight’s like this when Marinette made it her personal mission to tell him how much she loves him until his thoughts drifted away from the dark space that his father usually pulled him to unknowingly with their fights.

Marinette kissed away any of the doubts Adrien had about himself and whispered stories about anything and everything until Adrien’s eyes drooped and he was out cold with a smile on his face.

Backdoor (Grayson)

Author’s Note - If the title doesn’t give it away, this contains anal play. If you’re not into that kind of thing, don’t read it. I also recommend reading ‘Good To Be Home’  before reading this since it kind of coincides with that. Anyways, enjoy!  

⚤ - CONTAINS SMUT 

You laid back on the lounge chair in nothing but a barely-there bikini as you watched your boyfriend clumsily scramble around the yard trying to catch the volleyball before it hit the ground. He hit it once sending it spiralling over the net to Ethan who almost missed it slipping on a wet patch of grass. It was a beautiful summer evening and you could still smell the burning barbecue from the steak you just ate or inhaled rather.

You watched Grayson’s muscles flex as he jumped high into the air spiking the ball over the net giving Ethan no time to react before the point was his.

“HA!” Grayson cheered. His eyes shifted to yours while Ethan stood pouting in response, his arms folded over his chest.

“Did you see that babe!?”

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kitsuneoftheorganization  asked:

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 *

Zen:

-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

      ~ (Y/N): BABE WHAT THE FLYING FIRE CRACKERS WAS THAT

       ~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

-JESUS CHRIST

-HE WAS THE HAPPIEST MAN ALIVE

-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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The Date

5:50

I let out a long sigh after checking my phone for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past five minutes. It wasn’t anything fancy really. Just a beat up flip phone that had been in my family for what I assumed was generations. Playing with it did help with my nervous energy but now I was exhausted. Was he really not going to show up? I checked through my texts again, hoping to see one from him, but alas, there was nothing.

The restaurant that we had chosen was nice enough, not too overdone. It had a modernish rustic kind of feel to it. But most importantly it didn’t require me to wear a dress and that’s really what counted. I’d dressed up in a white crop top with black and white striped flowing pants paired with my favourite choker and sunglasses. The outfit was perfect for a hot summer day, but now as evening quickly approached, a chill began to set in the air.

Fiddling with the neatly folded napkins was a nice way to ignore the pitying glances of those around me. I flipped my phone open again. 6:01. I gritted my teeth. As much as I tried to fight it, I was getting annoyed. Like spit at your feet and flip you off kind of annoyed. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the same kindly waitress who has asked my order twice in the past hour already. This time I was debating on just getting a takeout and taking a cab home.

“Would you like to order now, miss?” A knowing glint was in her eyes. I smiled thinly at her, hands in a death grip around the water glass as I brought it to my lips. “You know what, thank you for asking Theresa, but I think I’ll just leave.” That’s right. I’d been here so long I even knew her name without needing to glance at the silver tag clipped at her chest. “Why don’t you get something to take home first, dear?” she suggested. “It’s on the house.”

This time my smile was genuine. “Thank you,” I said. I knew what I wanted without even looking at the menu. I’d spent my first hour waiting here memorizing it. If they needed a new waitress I was sure I would get the job without even blinking. “I’ll have the chicken fettuccine alfredo, please.” Theresa scribbled it on her notepad then looks up to smile at me. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, you just wait right here.”

“It’s not like I have anything better to do,” I mutter as she walks away. I sighed again, this time at the irony of that statement. Thankfully the wait for my food wasn’t long. Theresa handed me the bag. I thanked her again and rose from my seat hoping to scurry out the door without anyone staring at the miserable girl who’s date didn’t come. It wasn’t working. I could feel hundreds of pairs of eyes on me. My cheeks heated in anger and embarrassment. Perhaps I would use my time while eating to plot how I would make him pay for this. Ignore his texts all week maybe. Or I could post an embarrassing photo of him and tag all our friends. Hmm, so many options.

I was so caught up in my revenge plot that I didn’t even notice the boy who has sunk into the set across from me in the booth giving me an apologetic smile. He shook out his leather jacket and placed it beside him. “Sorry I’m so late, babe, traffic is crazy right now,” he says loudly enough for the whole room to hear. My eyes must be as wide as saucers as I gape at him. “I’m Cal, by the way. Just go with it, yeah? Whoever didn’t bother to show up is a complete dick,” he quietly adds. I force myself to relax for the eyes still watching us. I guess I had to go along with whatever the hell this was. My hand tightened on my bags, prepared to bolt if this stranger was really just a jerk who thought picking on me would be funny. Relax, breathe. “Of course, I understand. But you’re here now and that’s all that counts,” I say smoothly, fighting to keep my voice from shaking. What the hell kind of situation was this? I cursed in my head. Trouble seemed to trail me wherever I went. My response silences the whispers and giggles. The words sounded warm and charming though I felt anything but.

Say something else Mare, the poor fool is just sitting there looking at you. Oh right. “I’m Mare. Mare Barrow,” I introduce myself to this odd stranger. Well odd was one word for him. Another was jaw-dropping. Stunning. Hot. It was unfair how attractive he was with that glossy black hair in a messy bed head kind of style that suited him paired with warm amber eyes that looked like flickering flames when they hit a certain light. He had a nice stubble along his cheeks and chin and was dressed in a casual green sweater and blue jeans with his brown leather jacket. His lips curled into an amused smile when he noticed me checking him out and I blushed furiously. Something about him was oddly familiar and I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Don’t be embarrassed about it. If we’re being honest, I was checking you out too,” he says nonchalantly. Under the table I pinched myself just to make sure that I was awake and that this wasn’t some crazy dream. But it wasn’t. This was a crazy reality which was even worse. What’s so bad about being on an unplanned date with a hot guy? a traitorous voice inside my head whispered. Well, I couldn’t argue with that logic. Cal settles into his seat looking strangely relaxed. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he put his feet up on the table. He casually sips on some water while I gawk at him. “Well,” he sighs, “I suppose you have some questions.” “Umm, yeah?” I say in an its so obvious tone.

“What’s your full name?” He purses his lips at that one. I can’t hep but feel slightly suspicious at his reaction. “Okay, you caught me. My real name isn’t Cal, it’s–” he hesitates, silent laughter dancing in eyes. “It’s technically Tiberias Calore the Seventh, but that’s kinda long so people just call me Cal.” He seems nervous while speaking and it take everything I have to not burst out laughing. I didn’t know why his nervousness was so endearing to me. “What about you Miss Barrow? Is that your real full name?” he asks me. Cal rests his chin on his hand while observing me.

“It’s Mare Molly Barrow, but I mostly ignore the middle part,” I confess, shrugging.  "Second question, what are you doing here and why are you helping me?“ He grins at me, waggling a finger. "Nuh uh, that’s two questions.” I roll my eyes. “Well I as going to ask you sooner or later, and may I remind you that you’re the one who jumped in on my non-existent date, so I get to ask the questions here how I like.” Cal doesn’t seem fazed by my response at all, in fact, based on his expression that he approved it. Like he was expecting me to bite back.

“I expect no less from you,” he says, that same infuriating yet adorable mischievous smile plastered on his lips. Goddammit Mare, stop staring at his lips. Once I register his words I feel my face scrunch up in confusion. “Expect?” I repeat, dumbfounded. “Do I know you?” He chuckles at my confused expression. I narrow my eyes at him, hoping to place his face. I knew I recognized him, but from where? He lets me puzzle it out, watching and sipping on his water all the while. A one-night stand perhaps? Nope, I didn’t do those. A friend of a friend maybe who I didn’t remember? “I’ve got nothing,” I finally sigh. 

“We used to go to the same high school,” he shakes his head in mock hurt. “I can’t believe this. You don’t remember me.” He has to be lying. There was no way that I could forget someone that attractive. “When did you graduate?” I ask him, watching carefully for any sign of a lie. “Last year. I was captain of the senior football team,” Cal says, this faraway look in his eyes, like he was reliving it in his mind’s eye. Perhaps he was. A faint flash of a memory flitted across my mind. I was up in the bleachers with Kilorn watching as a game took place below. It was my first time going to such an event, and all I remember was wanting to go home. I didn’t even notice when the captain scored thee winning goal, but I pretended to cheer along with everyone else. I was sophomore when he graduated which is likely the reason I didn’t remember him much, other than that. "How did you recognize me?“ I ask him, suddenly aware of the thought. Was he a stalker or something? Or just really good at remembering people?

He notes my tense posture and his face softens. "You don’t need to be afraid of me, I’m not going to hurt you.” I don’t relax. His jaw clenches and he gives me a strained smile. “How could I forget the girl who spray painted the principals car?”

 My shoulder stiffen in surprise at his words. Ever so slowly my lips part into a smile and I laugh. Cal watches me, smiling as well. It was genuine, soft crooked smile that tugged at my heart. “Oh my god I can’t believe you remember that,” I groan, hiding my face between my hands to conceal the red blush flaring on my cheeks. Slowly, softly, he takes my hands in his and I stare at him. He blushes as well at my struck expression. “Sorry, I just…I think your blush is…” He fumbles with the words, tripping over them. “You look really beautiful and I–” He stops when he sees my wide eyes. “Ugh that came out wrong, sorry–” he says, looking very much like he would love nothing more than to crawl into a hole and stay there. “You don’t need to apologize,” I tell him softly. He smiles hesitantly. “And thank you.”

“I’d always wondered why you did it,” he muses. “That’s what puzzled me about you.” I stare at him in wonder. I had no idea that he’d even knew my name, much less thought about me often. “I’ll tell you if you answer my questions and stop avoiding them,” I say. “Alright,” he agrees. “I came to visit my friend on his first day of work here. I hoped to see him, but I haven’t, which probably means that he’s doing a terrible job at this and I need to yell at him.” “But,” he adds, “I’m sure his boss has that covered.”

“Secondly, I came over here because you looked sad and slightly pissed. Well actually, more pissed than upset,” he laughs. That fades as he turns serious. “But I heard people whispering and…” He looks down, fiddling with something. I had a feeling he was trying to avoid my gaze. “The things they were saying were terrible, so I thought maybe I could help out this girl that they were talking about.” I wasn’t sure I was breathing normally anymore. It caught in my chest and squeezed painfully. I knew people’s opinion shouldn’t matter to me, and it didn’t, but I couldn’t stand the whispers. It reminded me too much of sophomore year when hushed words would follow me wherever I turned. They thought I couldn’t hear them, but they were wrong. Look, it’s the troubled girl who spray painted the principals car, one person would whisper, and another would accompany it. I heard she did it on purpose. Why would someone do that on purpose? Someone would snort. Because they’re stupid and lack a brain, another responded.

“Then I saw you, and I recognized you. You were sitting there and I thought that whoever didn’t show up was a total ass,” he scoffs. “That ass is my ex, by the way,” I say, tilting my head at him. He flushes. “Sorry for the language.” His brow furrows slightly. “You were meeting your ex?” he asks, confused as to why someone would even do such a thing. “No, but he is now,” I clarify, shrugging. He laughs and that same heart-wrenching grin returned.

“So, I’ve answered your questions. Now it’s your turn to answer mine.”

I nod. Fair enough.

“I did it because for some idiotic reason I wanted to get suspended. Teenage rebellion, I guess,” I joke halfheartedly. The truth was I did know why I did it. That was around the time Tramy had been leaving to follow in Bree’s footsteps and join the military. I had been so angry at everything and everyone. My parents tried to console me at first, but then they would get exasperated, my mother most of all. And that hurt. Everything had come crashing back, my bitterness of being the shadow to my sister, the pretty, sweet talented sister that I could never live up to, the anger of never being seen by my parents as nothing more than nuisance though I knew deep down that it wasn’t true. They loved me in their own way. Only Shade could put up with me, and he was my first friend as well as my older brother.

I’d poured all of that emotion into that stupid action, hoping to get back at my parents somehow, show them that they were right. I was the only the bitter shadow they thought me to be. I struggle to keep the tears in as I explain this all to Cal who patiently listens to me without interrupting. When I finish, he stands up and my heart sinks. He was going to leave, my story had scared him off.

Instead of running off as I expect him to, Cal slowly reaches out to touch my shoulder, his eyes holding a silent question. I nod once and he comes to sit beside me. Cal wraps his arms around me, and I lean on his shoulder, pressing my face into his broad arm. He brushes my hair back from my face and I bite my lip. We stay like that for a while in comfortable silence. I even spot Theresa giving me a wink from across the room, and I try to stifle my laugh.

“I should go now,” I say quietly at last, shattering the silence that had wrapped us both. “What time is it?” He takes out his phone from his pocket and I note that it’s the newest model. Thank goodness I’d asked him first so he wouldn’t see my flip phone that dated back to prehistoric times. “It’s 8:51, he informs me.” I jolt and jump of my seat. Cal’s face contorts in worry. “What is it?” “I was supposed to be home by seven, or at least call my parents,” I explain breathlessly, quickly gathering my things. Don’t panic, don’t panic, I chide myself. I scrambled through my purse for my bus pass, letting out a cry of frustration when I come up empty handed.

“Hey, calm down,” Cal urged. “I’ll give you a ride back, no big deal.” That stills me. “You…you’d drive me home?” He smiles softly. “Of course.” The words sooth me, but only slightly. I didn’t want him to see where I lived. Our sorry excuse of an apartment flashed through my mind. I would have to get him to drop me a couple of blocks ahead then walk the rest of the way. “Thanks, again.” He shrugs. “No problem.”

We head out together. I shiver when a cold gust of wind sweeps across me, and I wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to keep my teeth from chattering. Cal shrugs of his jacket and hands it to me. I stare at it then him. “Aren’t you cold?” I inquire. He shakes his head. “I don’t get cold often strangely enough.” I accept the jacket and put it on.Thankfully it was lined to keep out the cold but thee fit was much too big. I looked like child playing dress up. Cal’s eyes widen when he looks down at me and I suddenly feel self-conscious. “What, what is it?”

He looked slightly dazed. “Nothing’s wrong.” I struggle to cross my arms due to the bulky jacket. “Tell me the truth.” Cal sighs. “You don’t let anything go, do you?” “Nope,” I said, popping the p. "Alright, I was thinking that the jacket looks better on you than it does on me,“ he confesses. Stunned, I don’t say a word. I can only follow him to his car hoping that the darkness would conceal my blush. It was unfair really how flustered he often made me.

My jaw almost drops at the sight of his car. It was gorgeous. Like I’d date it kind of gorgeous. It was a shiny red Volvo trimmed and plated with chrome, shined to perfection. I would bet that it looked even better in daylight. Cal glances at me, enjoying my look of awe. "What are you thinking right now?” he asks. Fine. It was a fair question after all. “I’m thinking that like to date your car,” I tell him. He huffs, amused. “Sorry, but she’s mine.”

 "Who said it was a she?“ I counter playfully. "I fixed her myself. I think I would know,” he responds with a wide smile. “Ugh, gross!” I exclaim, smacking him in the chest. I can feel his laugh reverberate in his chest, and I pull my hand away after I realize that it’s been there too long. He catches it deftly and links his fingers with mine. I inhale sharply. He doesn’t pull away once we settle into our seats and neither do I. He asks for my address and I instruct him where to go seeing as he wasn’t familiar with the area. We pass through the tall buildings which slowly level out to townhouses. I knew that they formed the border that separated my side of town from the nice part of the city

“Turn here,” I point. He obliges and we pass through the neat row of houses. 227, one of them reads. “This is it,” I say, hoping he won’t notice the lie. The house was close enough to the edge that it wouldn’t be a long walk on this chilly night. I begin to shrug off the jacket when Cal stops me. “Keep it. As I said, it looks much better on you anyway.” I stare at him in disbelief, the jacket still hanging loosely around my elbows. He fixes it so that it rests on my shoulders and fastens a few of the buttons. I sit there and study him as he works.

“It was nice talking with you,” I say, slightly breathless at his proximity. He looks up and stills as well, suddenly realizing the same thing. The moment felt suspended as if hanging by thread that could fray and snap at any time. I couldn’t think of anything except how beautiful his eyes were. They reminded me of warmth, of autumn. I wasn’t entirely sure he was breathing anymore as he touched my cheek lightly. With his other hand, he raises my own to his lips and presses a kiss to the back. “It was nice talking to you too,” he whispers.

As I start to pull away, he keeps a gentle grip on my hand and I turn back around. “Yes?” I ask him, just as unwilling to let go. “I–” he stutters. “I have one more question for you that I forgot to ask earlier.”

“What is it?”

“I was wondering,” he says softly,  "if you would like to go on a real, actually planned date with me.“

I knew I didn’t even need to think about it. I was sure of my answer.

I smile at him, broad and without restraint. "Yes, I would love to go on a planned date with you.”

He lets out a relieved laugh. “Good.” Cal looks at me almost shyly. “I’ve never been on an actual date.” I pat his hand reassuringly. “You’ll do great, I’m sure of it.” “I hope so,” he replies.

“Just show up in that car and you’re set.”

He laughs again. “Noted.”

We exchange our numbers and I’m careful to keep my phone hidden but he spots it anyway. "Don’t be embarrassed. If it’s any consolation, I think it’s pretty cool. They don’t even make them like that anymore.” I roll my eyes fondly. “Of course. Only a dork like you would notice that.”

“I confess, I am a bit of a nerd,” he smiles teasingly and my heart flutters.

“Goodbye, Mare.“

"Goodbye, Cal.”

As I walk the rest of the way home I can’t stop the infectious grin that worms its way onto my face. My heart felt light like I would float away at any moment. Is this what you were supposed to feel like after a date? I’d never felt that way with my ex. Internally I sigh at the thought of having to break up with him. I’d do it in person. I could do that much.

 When I finally get home, mom and dad sigh in relief when I find them at the kitchen table with Gisa. “Where have you been?” She demands. Sometimes I felt like she was more like a mother than my actual mom was. “Calm down. My date wasn’t showing up and I bumped into an old friend from high school and we lost track of time–”

“What do you mean lost track of time,” my dad growls. I sigh heavily. “Calm down dad it wasn’t like that. We just talked.” “That’s what they all say,” he mutters under his breath

.“We’re glad you’re home, darling. Next time, please give us a warning,” mom says tiredly.“I know, I know. Sorry mom,” I sigh again.“Next time?” Gisa huffs. “There will be no next time young lady. Now go to your room.” I crack a small smile at her adult behavior. “Alright, fine,” I concede. 

“Wait, where’s Shade?” I ask them. Mom and dad glance at each other while Gisa plays with her hair. “He went out to look for you,” she explains. “We– we thought that something had happened and–” I hold up a hand and she stops speaking. “I got it. Seeing as I’m not dead, you should probably call him and tell him that I’m home.”

Mom jumps to her feet. “Of course, how could I forget.” She practically trips over himself to get to our old home phone. I leave them to it and go to my room. Once I shut the door, I climb into my bed, inhaling the smoky scent of the jacket. It smelled just like him, and I lie there with a stupid grin at the thought of seeing him again.

It was only a matter of time.

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Sunny Days- chapter 9

Sunny Day Masterlist

Summary- The honeymoon phase begins for Sunny and Negan along with preparations for a new life.

Word Count- 3.9k-ish

Warnings- Angst, smut (blowjob, fingering, daddy kink, some anal play, sex, squirting), fluff. Of course, language.

Author’s Note- This ended up being more of a filler chapter than I intended. I cut it short (sorta) because otherwise this would have been twice as long, and I just don’t have that type of writing stamina. Hope you enjoy. Please leave a comment and reblog if you like it. I live for that…..it gives me reason to keep writing.

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Negan laid in bed for hours holding the sleeping form of his new bride wondering how the hell he was going to get her home. He wanted to keep her sheltered. He wanted… no he needed her innocence. He wanted it all for himself. He’d have to drive her back at night so she couldn’t see the ghost towns and hordes of walkers. He definitely didn’t need her seeing what guarded the walls of The Sanctuary….at least not until she was on the inside.

God damnit, he was going to ruin her. He couldn’t just stay here…he was needed to keep order, to make sure his people moved past just surviving. He couldn’t leave her here either. He needed to know she was safe. He needed to be with her as much as he could. How the fuck had he gotten in this mess? At least with his wives he had never felt like his happiness had been on the line. He could live without any of them. If something happened to Sunny…there’s just no going back. His world had begun when the walkers rose. He climbed to a position of power he never would have had before. He lifted the dregs of society into a community that was thriving. And it could all end with this small woman sleeping beside him. She didn’t even know what kind of power she had. Pulling her close to him, he finally fell into a restless sort of slumber.


Sunny woke with her legs wrapped around Negan’s. She looked at his sleeping form long and strong. Her hands ran through his dark chest hair then down his abdomen following the trail of short springy curls under the sheets. He was already hard when she softly stroked the silky skin. She gently moved down the bed under the covers. She had wanted to do this, to taste him for weeks. She had been so disappointed that she had never had the chance. She lifted his shaft in her hand her thumb rubbing the smooth head. She wet her lips with her tongue before encircling the tip with them. She swirled her tongue and lowered her mouth further down his erection. His hips thrust. He moaned as he stretched his lean body.

“God damn, doll. This is quite the fucking wake up call,” he said a lazy smile stretched across his face.

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Do You Believe?

Original Imagine: hi! I love your writing! it’s absolutely amazing! I was wondering if I could have a one shot request where the reader gets critically injured bc Barry wasn’t fast enough to save her. super angsty and sad? thank you! @zbvbble (Sorry it took so long Sweetie! hope you enjoy, cuz it almost killed me!)

Reader Gender: Female

Word Count: 2,000

Warnings: ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. UH. OH MY GOD. I’M SO SORRY.

Author: Contrygal7

Originally posted by angelwings4barryallen

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If I didn’t believe in you.

The words cut deep into your head, the first thought of the day and recalling fights hurt. This isn’t the first time you’ve heard those words, though. Of course the first time wasn’t nearly as depressing.

No.

The first time it was warm. A fuzzy kinda warm that slowly seeps its way into your bones almost as if its igniting your entire body in a tantalizingly slow burn. The early morning sunshine, the whole world cascaded in a pink tint, as it fell lazily over the small bedroom in your even smaller studio apartment that you currently shared with your full time boyfriend part time superhero, Barry Allen.

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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 (:


Simon

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.

“No.”

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 ?

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Yamamoto

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.

“Yo!”

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?!”

“HE’S A HITMAN! HE KILLS PEOPLE FOR A LIVING! DO YOU REALLY WANT TO GET INVOLVED IN SOMETHING LIKE―”

“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?!”

“BECAUSE IT DOESN’T MATTER AS LONG AS HE LOVED ME!”

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?!”

“Takeshi…?”

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…?”

Gokudera

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

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.”

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.

“Oh”

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?”

“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 POV

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.

For @prayforjensen

A fem!destiel coffeeshop au with barista!cas and mechanic!dean. Based on this post about my favorite fem!destiel headcanons.

There’s an odd grumbling noise coming from the engine and Cas groans, easing her foot off the gas.

“Oh come on, not today, please not today.”

The clock on the dash is taunting her and she sneers at is as she races through the quiet streets. There’s no one out yet. They’re all still in bed. Because it’s fucking four in the goddamn morning and no one in their right mind should be awake right now.

But Castielle Novak has a coffee shop to open. So the sorry sons of bitches who have to be up at six can actually function and feel alive when they show up for work.

The grumbling continues as Cas drives but by some miracle she makes it to the shop. 

Opening isn’t half bad once Cas is in the swing of things and about three triple espressos in. She lowers the chairs, preps the machines, starts brewing the house blends.

Gabe dances through the door around 4:45, late as always, and heads to the kitchen to start the pastries. 

At 6:30 on the dot, she flips the sign and waits for the angry mob of bitter caffeine-addicted zombies to swarm her.

The customers incite a whole other sort of exhaustion in Cas. In just an hour, they’ve brought her to her limit and it’s all she can do to just stand there, recite orders, and wish them a good day.

But around 8:30 she gets her pick-me-up.

And her name is Deanna Winchester. She’s a mechanic who works just down the street, as Cas has learned during the months the woman has been coming in for her grande Columbian roast. 

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OATH | Ch.2 | JUNGKOOK

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?

Originally posted by kookieluvcookies

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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.

“Namjoon!!”

“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.

Let Me In {6}

Sequel to The Sun and The Stars

Previous parts: | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

Word count: 2524

Warnings: swearing, birth, light angst

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff


Pain. Dizziness. Exhaustion. It’s all you feel the second you open your eyes, your face pressed into your suddenly too soft sheets. A throbbing headache pulses in your temples and you groan as you lift your head off the pillow. Your brain feels all jumbled up.

Shit, you think. What the hell happened? 

You push yourself up off the bed but you feel shaky and weak and your head instantly swims the second you stand. You sway and lean against the bed and groan in pain as the dizziness hits you in waves. You hear Layla laughing in the next room, loud and piercing; her shrieking giggles feel like shards of glass stabbing your skull but then, you hear heavy footsteps coming to your door, and then a gentle knock on the wood. 

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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~~~

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

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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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Dersha Fiction: skylines: the prequel (ch. 9)

Finally figured out when I’m doing with the rest of the story and now we can start moving again. Thanks for all the love on last chapter. It’s appreciated. Here’s a link to the other chapters in case you need to refresh your memory or catch up. Enjoy!

Derek should have known when Ahsha mentioned the mirrors on the ceiling a year ago, that she was going to love them. The couple spent the last three nights at the baller’s upscale Los Angeles condo. Ahsha had fallen in love with the ceiling mirrors she fell upon before they became romantically involved. Though her muscles were screaming, the dancer had a big sexual appetite that Derek had no problem feeding that morning. Their one year anniversary was the next day and they had started celebrating early.

Surviving a year in this harsh industry was tough. Dating as an athlete was simply a challenge, especially if you were popular.

“Damn, Ahsha,” Derek moaned, gripping the dancer’s thighs as she rolled her hips against him. A sheen of sweat lay upon her mocha brown skin. With her head thrown back, her body quivered as pleasure rumbled through her petite frame.

Waking up to morning sex got their days started off right. Hands planted on Derek’s broad chest, Ahsha slowly rolled her hips, feeling every inch of him sink inside of her. The sun wasn’t even up, yet the love birds couldn’t wait to please each other. Derek couldn’t help but admire Ahsha’s beautiful features under the dim lighting. His hands roamed her chocolate thighs and found their way to Ahsha’s hips, before Derek pulled himself into a seated position. Ahsha placed her hands on each side of his neck, her head still hanging back as she stared at herself in the ceiling mirror. The rise and fall of their brown bodies turned her on even more. Derek’s lips connected with her sensitive buds, licking and sucking until Ahsha’s body began to shake. The dancer’s nails dug into Derek’s shoulders as the player matched her rhythm. Flipping them over, Derek spread Ahsha’s thighs, before settling between them.

“You trying to tire yourself out before the day even starts,” Derek teased roughly pumping himself into Ahsha’s heated flesh.

Her body jolted violently with each stroke. “Oh shit,” she cried, closing her eyes tightly, trying her best to hold on through Derek’s hard fucking.

“Open your eyes, baby,” he forced out in between shallow breaths. Following Derek’s demands, Ahsha opened her eyes to see their slick bodies moving in the mirror. Watching their reflection in such a naughty act, was probably one of the most erotic things Ahsha had ever done. She watched her changing expressions the more Derek pounded into her petite body. His back muscles bulged as he tried to control his own release. But, she felt so good that it hurt. The tightness of Ahsha’s quivering womanhood, swallowed him, making it difficult to pace himself. Paired with her moans and nails clawing at his back, Derek was bound to lose it at any moment.

Wrapping her legs tightly around Derek’s waist, the dancer rolled her hips upwards, meeting his tantalizing thrusts. The headboard bumped loudly against the wall, only a small indication of how hard they were going. Their bodies rattled from the pleasure, but they couldn’t stop. By this time, they were both drenched in sweat.

Derek whispering the dirtiest things in Ahsha’s ear, only heightened her senses. She could feel her heart thumping in her ears as Derek lightly bit into her neck. A powerful sensation pulsed throughout her muscles as the dancer climaxed. Her partner quickly pulled out. “You know I hate when you do that,” Ahsha sighed, barely able to catch her breath. Ever since their pregnancy scare a couple of months ago, Derek wasn’t even chancing it. With their luck, the next time wouldn’t be a scare. “I’m sure you’re not ready for me to put a baby in you, yet,” Derek answered rolling over to his side of the bed. Laying against the damp sheets, the couple stared back at themselves in the mirrors up above. “Them damn mirrors will be the death of me,” he laughed, glancing over at Ahsha who was still trying to recover.

Later that morning, the couple had a big breakfast to start off their day. “You making those chocolate pancakes again,” Ahsha asked, entering the kitchen in Derek’s dress shirt from the night before. Little did she know, chocolate pancakes would become a staple in their family.

“Nope, I know how much you loved those the last time,” the baller joked, remembering the first time he made Ahsha pancakes. The poor girl didn’t leave his house the entire day.

“Very funny,” Ahsha playfully hit his arm, before sitting on the counter near the fridge. “You never told me where we were going for our anniversary.”

“Because you aren’t supposed to know. It’s a surprise,” he winked, turning towards the dancer. In nothing but basketball shorts, Derek looked delicious.

“Bet I can get the surprise out of you,” Ahsha hummed, biting her bottom lip and reaching for the top of Derek’s shorts.

“Hey now, you need to save your energy for the surprise,” he replied, still stepping between Ahsha’s legs and resting his hands on the counter.

“Ugh, fine. Guess I’ll wait,” she pouted, crossing her ankles at Derek’s waist. “Impatiently,” Ahsha added under her breath before pecking her man on the lips.

“Your patience will pay off,” came Derek’s reply. He placed a tender kiss on Ahsha’s forehead before turning back to the stove. “Now if you keep questioning me, you might get yourself in trouble.”

After falling silent for a few seconds, Ahsha cooed, “Baby,” causing Derek to turn back around. The grin on her face only made him smile. “Where are we going?” Her boyfriend laughed to himself and placed the spatula back on the counter. Their playful banter was one of the many highlights of his morning. For once, Derek could say he was truly happy with his life and the direction he was going.

Leaning towards Ahsha’s ear, Derek whispered, “Keep playing, Davenport.” His words make her pool between her legs. Though a soreness had formed from their activities that morning, that ‘threat’ was promising.

…………..

Before she was free to leave for her surprise anniversary trip, Ahsha had to attend dance practice. It was hard to focus on practice when Derek was holding out and not telling her where they were going.

“Sooo, what are ya’ll doing for your anniversary,” Kyle questioned, joining Ahsha on the floor to stretch. “Bet he’s going all out for you, girl. Private jets, fancy cars, mansions….no telling what he has planned.”

“Wait, has he told you anything,” Ahsha piped, moving in closer. “He won’t tell me a thing, but I can act shocked. Where is he taking me?”

Kyle’s eyes widened as she held up her hands. “Derek hasn’t told me a damn thing. And if he did, I wouldn’t go blabbing about it. What type of friend do you think I am?”

“The type to tell me what Derek has up his sleeve,” Ahsha added, tilting her head to the side.

“Ha! Well, I don’t know a thing. So, it looks like you won’t be getting info from me, Carebear,” the blonde quipped, shaking her head. “Let that man surprise you and stop being nosey.”

“You two get on my nerves,” Ahsha groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically. As they finished stretching, one of the assistant coaches entered the gym with a notebook in her hands and blank expression. All the girls stopped their side conversations and gave the coach their attention.

“Hello ladies,” she began. “Um…I have some bad news. This morning, Jasmine was arrested for some really horrible crimes. We thought we should tell you all first before it hits the news. Obviously, this means that Jasmine is no longer a Devil Girl along with Diana, who we fired for other reasons.”

The entire group gasped and started talking amongst themselves. Ahsha immediately thought back to that night she ran into one of her teammates leaving Oscar’s office in tears.

“Please do not answer any questions from the media. We don’t need to make this situation worse than it already is. I’m sorry this happened, but we will move forward as a team and get past this,” the coach explained, before thanking them and leaving the gym. They were all left in confusion. What had Jasmine done to get arrested and what happened with the rookie, Diana?

“What the hell? Wonder what’s going on,” Kyle spoke to her friend. “How do you come in here, drop a bomb like that and expect us to go back to practice like nothing happened?” None of it made sense and the dancers weren’t even given details on exactly what was going on with their captain. Ahsha had a bad feeling that it was the very thing she avoided in Oscar’s office a year ago. Since the Terrence breakup, Jasmine had been harder on Ahsha and she was even more difficult to deal with. Practices were harder, Jasmine was the devil in Devil Girls. The fact that her popularity was weening and Ahsha was growing as a dancer and entertainer, made Jasmine’s skin crawl. So, she took it out on another dancer, who was weak minded.

“I don’t know,” Ahsha replied, her mind still wandering. Whatever was going on, she planned to stay far away from Oscar Kincade. Where there was trouble, he always seemed to be in the background.

Later that afternoon, Ahsha had her bags packed and was waiting at her parents for Derek to pick her up for their flight. Of course, Sloane and Pete were concerned with Jasmine and Diana’s arrest. “Did this girl ever try this mess with you,” Sloane asked her daughter as they sat on the couch, watching a press conference from Oscar.

“Nope,” Ahsha lied, remembering the encounter in Oscar’s office. There was no way she would ever let her mother know about that. Being a judge, Sloane would have tried everything in her power to turn that place upside down.  

“Wow, this is just disgusting. How was she getting away with this for this long? That girl was selling bodies to get rich,” Sloane added in disgust.  No one knew who leaked the information to the authorities but they had documents proving Jasmine was pandering, which was illegal. She was receiving funds from people and basically pimping out dancers. Diana was an easy target and supposedly one of Jasmine’s most popular prostitutes. If convicted, Jasmine could serve 3-6 years in prison. Everything she had worked for was gone and her reputation was in shambles.

“It’s crazy,” was all Ahsha could say. A person like Jasmine was hard to feel sorry for and as sympathetic as Ahsha could be, she had none for the ex-Devil Girl.

The mother and daughter were interrupted by Pete and Derek talking loudly from the kitchen. “Uh oh, looks like your dad’s buddy is here,” the mother stated, pushing herself to her feet. “I’d much rather hear about sports than this mess.”

They found Pete and Derek watching the kitchen television. “Hogging Derek again,” Ahsha asked, sneaking up behind her boyfriend and father.

“Oh, hey baby. We were just looking at this draft stuff. I told your pops that he should let me make a few decisions for his team,” Derek suggested, pulling his girlfriend into a hug. “I don’t think he trusts my decisions.”

“Hey, you stick to basketball,” Pete added. “Let me handle the football stuff.” Seeing Pete and Derek bond so quickly was heartwarming. Ahsha being Pete’s only child, he missed out on having a son. So, any chance he got to talk sports with Derek, he took advantage of it. These talks would go on all night if Ahsha or Sloane didn’t step in.  

“Hi Mrs. Davenport,” Derek said, hugging Ahsha’s mother. This was the one relationship that was the most important outside of his bond with Ahsha. Sloane, like many mothers, didn’t know how to take Derek at first. All she knew about him was that he was a professional athlete and her mind went straight for the stereotype. Typical male athlete with many women and many problems. Over the past year, Sloane began to get to know the baller and had to admit she was wrong for judging the book by its cover.

“Hey sweetie. You two about ready to go,” she asked, clasping her hands together.

“You trying to kick me out,” Ahsha gasped playfully. “Fine then, guess I’ll get out of here then.”

“Perfect timing, with all this mess going on. Can’t believe that girl was doing this sort of stuff in the arena. Maybe you two can escape the media frenzy to follow,” Pete added, slapping Derek’s shoulder. “Guess we’ll let you two get out of here. Have fun and be safe.”  Pete and Sloane said their goodbyes and walked Derek and Ahsha to the front door.

“Ever been to the Hamptons,” Derek asked Ahsha when they reached their limo. The dancer could only shriek in excitement as they began their journey to the airport.

…………..

After settling in their luxury Hampton vacation home, the two began getting ready for their dinner reservations later that night.

Steam settled in the spacious bathroom as Ahsha relaxed against Derek’s chest in the jet stream tub. Eyes closed and feeling relaxed, the dancer enjoyed the feeling of Derek’s fingers massaging her scalp. “You sure we can’t just live here,” the dancer sighed.

“That would take you moving in with me first,” Derek shot back, making Ahsha’s eyes pop open.

“Move in,” she repeated. “Derek-“

“I know, I know. You don’t want to rush it. I’m just saying the mansion is open whenever you want to make that move.” That would be a major step in their relationship and honestly, it was scary. Everything was going well for them and moving in too soon would ruin them. Were they ready? Derek liked to think he was. “Can I ask you something,” Derek questioned, after the silence became too much. When Ahsha gazed up at him, he continued, “Do you trust me?”

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Of course, I do, what made you ask that,” Ahsha exclaimed turning her body, so she was facing Derek. “Trust has nothing to do with me not moving in. I just…I don’t want us to move too fast.”

“Even though you’re over my house and I’m at your apartment everyday,” the baller added, cocking a brow.

“Yeah, but…”

Derek shook his head. “It’s cool, no need to explain. I get it,” he expressed. But Ahsha knew it wasn’t cool and Derek obviously felt like she didn’t trust him enough to make this big move. Wanting to clear up that assumption, Ahsha straddled his lap causing water to overflow. “I trust you,” she reiterated.

“That’s good to know. You know I’d never intentionally hurt you. At least I hope you know that,” Derek began. “Again, the mansion is open to you whenever you want to make that move. No rush and no pressure from me.”

“I want us to be on the same page,” Ahsha explained. “We are serious and this isn’t some fling. I’m in it for the long haul….if you are.”

Derek’s hands slipped under Ahsha’s bottom, “Baby, it’s going to take a lot to run me off. After all that chasing I did, you think I’m going somewhere,” the baller exclaimed.

“Good,” she teased, slightly moving her hips.

“I mean, who is going to put it on you like I do,” Derek’s deep voice beckoned, alluding to a special night they had ahead of them. “Or do you like this,” he continued, his thick fingers finding Ahsha’s opening. Falling victim to Derek’s sexy tease, Ahsha closed her eyes and began moving against Derek’s hand. “Or this,” he assured, kissing Ahsha’s neck. The light touch of his lips on her skin drove her insane. Warmth spread throughout her body as Derek’s tongue traced a pattern down to her collarbone.

“Oh,” Ahsha gasped, as Derek moved his fingers in and out of her womanhood. Water spilled out onto the floor as Ahsha quickly grabbed the sides of the tub, bracing herself. Pleased with himself and his lady love’s response Derek slowly worked his fingers, while massaging her sensitive bud. The dancer became jelly in his hands, sweet moans a beautiful song his ears. Ahsha’s lips parted as she concentrated on a rhythm, following the soft sway of the water. Their love boat was surely taking off for the night.

Ahsha continued rolling her hips against Derek’s fingers as he massaged the most sensitive part of her body. “Derek…” she moaned, his name the only thing she could push from her lips. Pressing his mouth to her chest, Derek’s fingers slid in and out, causing his girlfriend’s body to shudder. He felt her grinds become jagged as she neared her release. Ahsha’s grip on the tub tightened as she rode out her climax.

The young couple only had a little time to spare if they wanted to make it to dinner on time. Reservations were at 9pm and they were leaving the house at 8:36pm. Their driver was waiting out front for them. “If you weren’t playing around in the tub, we could be on time,” Ahsha complained, climbing into the limo.

“But who wanted to take a bath when the shower would have been faster? ‘No, Derek let’s take a bath, I love this tub,” Derek mocked holding Ahsha’s hand as she climbed inside.

“I don’t even sound like that,” the dancer argued, with a light chuckle.

“I think you enjoyed yourself in that tub too,” Derek winked, as their driver shut the back door. “Maybe we can continue after dinner?”

But some things couldn’t wait.

On their way to the restaurant, the pair couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.  The sneaky touches and sex eyes were a match that neither one of them could win. “You better stop before you start something you can’t finish,” Ahsha joked when Derek’s hand landed on her bare thigh.

“Now you know I can finish it,” he replied in her ear, his breath tickling her neck and sending her into a fit of giggles. “So, what do you say,” Derek asked, implying that they finish what they started in the tub.

“We’re in a limo,” Ahsha whispered, looking at the driver who was taking glances at them in the rearview mirror.

“Okay,” Derek teased. Ahsha’s eyes fell upon the bulge in his pants. Looking back towards the driver, she asked, “Sir, could you roll up the partition?”

Without question, the driver said, “Will do, ma’am.” The dark window separating the front and back seat, rolled up. Derek bit his bottom lip when Ahsha hiked up her dress and straddled his lap. Unzipping his trousers, Derek helped Ahsha ease down on his hardened length. Suppressing her moan, she began to ride Derek as best she could in such a confined space.

“Good way to start off our anniversary night, huh,” Derek quizzed, his strong hands gripping Ahsha’s hips as she rose and fell.

“Mmmmmhhhm,” she hummed, circling her hips. “You think the driver knows what we’re doing?”

“He will, if you don’t stay quiet,” Derek boomed, meeting her rhythm, causing Ahsha to moan loudly.  Their driver wasn’t listening to music, so they knew he could hear. “I’m pretty sure he knows now,” the player noted, his hands moving the dancer’s hips up and down.  With her fingernails digging into the leather seats behind them, Ahsha gave her man the ride of his life…and it had nothing to do with the limo.

“I’m going to sweat my hair out,” Ahsha huffed, feeling sweat form on the back of her neck. At this point, she was sacrificing her thick tresses for dick and it seemed worth it. Derek’s hand palmed the back of her head, his lips curving into a smile.

“But, it’s worth it though, right,” came Derek’s response. When Ahsha didn’t answer, he pumped his hips upward. “Right?”

“Oh God, yes,” she moaned. Picking up her pace, the back of Ahsha’s thighs roughly collided with Derek’s thick legs.

All their poor driver could do was politely interrupt them over the intercom system. “Um, excuse me…we should be at Tutto II Giomo in about four minutes.”

“We’ll be ready,” Derek answered, before covering Ahsha’s mouth with his own to quiet her down. Their tongues becoming a mass of desperation and lust. Four minutes to spare and their bodies were a ticking time bomb. “Fuuuck…Derek, I’m close,” Ahsha cried out between kisses.

“That’s it baby, let it out,” Derek encouraged, squeezing her firm buttocks. How did his voice still sound soothing in a moment like this? Violently grinding her hips against the player, Ahsha began to catch a cramp in her leg, but that wasn’t stopping her. “Mmmm, girl you just don’t know how powerful your pussy is,” he whispered in her ear, when they hit a speed bump. Ahsha’s body betrayed her, sending a potent force throughout her body. The orgasm touched every nerve, almost paralyzing her as the pressure thumped between her legs. She had never felt anything like it in her sexual life. No words could describe how euphoric it felt.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” Ahsha stated unable to move.

Once the car came to a stop, they attempted to straighten themselves up before the driver came around to open their door. “We have arrived. Enjoy your dinner,” the driver said, not even able to look them in the eye. You would think he’d be used to this type of behavior. He spent more time getting his interior cleaned than actually driving people.

“Thanks man,” Derek replied, handing him a healthy tip.

……………..

Good food and wine always set the right mood. Add in good conversation and it was a perfect night. “You’re looking a bit tired, baby,” Derek said after Ahsha yawned. “Limo ride wear you out,” he added suggestively, narrowing his eyes.

“I’m not tired, just relaxed. I feel…good.” Ahsha sighed in content.

Butterflies formed in her stomach when Derek reached across the table and grabbed her hand. “You look beautiful tonight,” he spoke sweetly, his gaze fixated on Ahsha. “Thanks for making this year one of the best in my life.”

Squeezing his hand, Ahsha blushed, “And thank you for doing the same. Thanks for trusting me, Derek. I know this is all new to you but you’ve been great and that’s all I can ask for.”

Hearing Ahsha pour out her heart was refreshing and made Derek feel like he had finally done something right when it came to relationships. “I know I gave you a hard time in the beginning,” she continued. “But, I’m happy I gave it a chance. Especially after Bobbi threatened my ass multiple times. I wish she could have gotten to know you more, you would have loved her crazy ass,” the young dancer stated, a hint of sadness in her tone. It had been a year since she had tragically lost her friend. Ever since then, Ahsha learned to appreciate every day and the people in her life more and more.

Her relationship with Derek was cherished more than he would every know and vice versa. Sensing that pang of sadness, Derek gently massaged her knuckles with his thumb. “I won’t take that chance for granted,” he grinned, his smile spreading widely across his face.

“Oh, I know you won’t,” Ahsha cheesed. “After what we did in that limo, I have you wrapped.” Thinking back to their sexy car ride almost made Ahsha blush. Their feelings for each other were reaching new levels.

Derek picked up his wine glass and held it in the air, “To growth, love and us.”

“Forever,” Ahsha replied, clinking her glass against his.

She was the one.

Thank you for being so patient with me! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Dersha has finally reached a milestone and next chapter we will skip ahead 3 years. Thanks for reading!

Maybe we’ll get some mirror action when Hit the Floor returns to @betnetworks. Hmm? *wink wink* 

Chapter inspiration song: Say It by Neyo
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! :)

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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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