what happens when we stop

Can we please talk about how surprised Mon-El seemed that just being there and holding Kara was enough?

I felt like when he was talking with Winn and he said “what’s left for me?” what he meant was “what’s left for me to do for her?” as in she’s Supergirl - what could she need from him? I think he was kind of afraid to ask and have her realize that she didn’t actually need him for anything.

I think he realized in their last scene that being there, supporting her in the simplest ways, was enough for her and it kinda blew him away. I think he was struggling to see what he could give to someone so incredible and strong and I think those little expressions - the smiles and the soft looks on his face - were showing us that he understands that yes she’s amazing beyond words but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want someone to be there for her at the end of a terrible day. 

He asked what she needed from him and he probably wasn’t prepared to hear that just being there was enough. From what we know about his past there probably hasn’t been a time in his life when just being Mon-El was enough for someone. Especially someone he cared about and that he wanted to comfort and support. He is so new to all of this and I can’t imagine what it meant to him for her to tell him that all she wanted from him… was him.


Mystic Messenger Mafia AU


Word Count: 1,473


     The small general store was quiet except for the sound of a young man’s broom sweeping across the floor and the faint echo of a radio playing from a backroom. The only customer was a tall man whom had been lurking a far aisle, his eyes scanning the various cans on the slightly dusty shelf while his left hand gripped his briefcase.

      The sweeping ceased at the sound of the bell above the door. The young man stood by the counter and watched as the man walked through the aisles, pausing to smile and handle random cans with a laugh. His finger swiped a shelf and he inspected the dust with a disappointed face. He wore an all black suit. A blood red kerchief was tied around his neck and his hat tipped on his head just enough to look sinister.

     “Go get your grandpa, kid,” he commanded and leaned an elbow on the shop counter while waiting, nodding once to the customer across the way.

     The boy dropped the broom and scrambled to the backroom to retrieve the old man. His slumped frame, followed closely by his grandson, walked slowly to the other side of the counter.

     “You don’t mind, right?” the man in black spoke it as more of a statement than a question. He reached over to a jar of suckers, unwrapping one and popping it in his mouth while flicking the wrapper onto the floor. “I’m very worried. I don’t see any money in your hands, and I gave you very clear instructions,” he explained.

     The old man’s face remained calm, but his grandson’s fists were balled at his sides. For a moment all three stood there staring at one another with only the faint but familiar jazz tune from the radio filling the space.

     “We are under the protection of Don V, we won’t be giving you any money,” the old man was stern, but he took an anxious breath to calm his nerves.

     The man in black pulled the candy from his mouth and let out a comical laugh for a moment, then his face became quite serious.

     “You’re making a big mistake, pops,” he pointed the sucker in the old mans face.

     “Hey! You can’t threaten my gran-“ the boy started, but the old man placed a hand on the boys shoulder to stop him from talking.

     “Whoah, whoah! Hey, it’s okay, kid…pops,” he nodded to them both, “I won’t be coming back. I get the message.”

     The man reached over to pinch and smack the boys cheek, then with a smirk he straightened the old mans collar and brushed off his apron before patting him on the chest.

     He tilted his hat to the customer before leaving. The man, after nodding back, set the briefcase on the shelf, making sure to click the lock before walking out empty-handed and entering the backseat of a black car that had been waiting for him.

     “What a fool,” the blonde woman driving said when she heard him close the door of the car.

     “Eh, place was a dump anyway,” the man in black said from the passengers seat with a sigh, “we’d never get any dough from that joint,” he sat back in the seat and lowered the hat over his eyes.

     “That’s not the point, Saeran,” she snapped, smacking the hat from his head before hitting the gas.

     “Hey, watch it,” he groaned and picked his hat back up, “I hate this city.”

     “Well, get over it. We’ll be running it, soon,” she replied.

     The man in the back turned to look out of the window as they drove away.

     “Should be any moment now,” he spoke, but neither of them in the front payed any mind to what he was saying.

     The explosion in the distance paired with the sound of shattering glass and rubble elicited screams from the people on the streets. They watched women, children, and men as they began to run in hopes of seeing what had happened.

     “Look at them, flocking like vultures to see the carnage,” Saeran hissed in disgust.

     “Let them look. I want them to see what happens when they don’t pay up,” she laughed.

     “Yeah, yeah. Can we stop somewhere? I’m fuckin’ starving, here,” he replied.

      “Christ,” Saeyoung’s face hardened as he heard the news.

     “Frank is waiting at the scene,” one of the soldiers explained before being waved off.

     He had been overseeing Jaehee’s team as they unloaded another shipment of bootleg into a warehouse. He leaned back on the car and pinched the bridge of his nose in silent thought and frustration.

     “Lucky, Kitty!” he called out, sounding harsher than intended.

     “Yes, boss?” Yoosung approached, winded but smiling, with you right beside him.

     “Frank’s waiting down by first street. Don’t ask questions, just go meet him. Report back to me right after, got that?” he ruffled Yoosung’s cap.

     “Got it!” he took off.

     You began to follow but Saeyoung tugged at your arm and pulled you back, causing you to stumble a bit on the pavement.

     “Lucky’s lucky, but, keep your eyes open…you’ll understand why when you get there. Be careful,” he warned.

     “I’m always careful,” you insisted.

     “Attagirl,” he let go, flashing a bit of a smile as you walked away.

     Yoosung had waited for you to catch up, and as you walked you wondered who Frank could be. And what was going on. You were both oddly quiet. Normally, you couldn’t get Yoosung to shut up. He still had that smile on his face, but the whole way there he only spoke to point out puddles, so you wouldn’t step in them.

     From far away, the damage seemed extensive. It only got worse as you approached, and anyone could see it was the work of a bomb. Aside from a few kids out to take a look at the wreckage, there weren’t many people in sight. Most had probably shut themselves at home in fear, you guessed.

     Down a nearby alley you saw the figure of a man in uniform waiting. His face became familiar the closer you got. His large belly, bulbous nose and reddish stubble on his face more apparent with the closing distance. You paused, your heart racing and your palms sweating. Frank…

     “Don’t worry! He’s on our payroll. That’s Lieutenant Frank,” Yoosung said when he noticed your hesitancy.

     You knew very well who it was. But did he know you? Would he recognize your face? You had always thought this son of a bitch was crooked. Damn, who else from the force would you come in contact with…this was way deeper than you had anticipated. You couldn’t wait to expose him for the scum he was.

     “Lucky! My boy, how’s the family?” he asked in a chipper tone.

     “Mom’s doing a little better. She actually got out of bed yesterday, started pointing out all the things that needed cleaning,” Yoosung smiled.

     “I bet your old man loved that,” he laughed, “glad to hear it. And…you seem familiar? When did we meet? I can’t quite remember your name,” his eyes narrowed in on you.

     “I’m going to go ask around, see if anyone saw anything,” you said through a lump in your throat before running off.

      You were careful of the glass that littered the street. It looked like they hadn’t been able to clean everything up yet. You kicked a few pieces of brick and wood shards, your heart sinking as you peeked into the empty space to survey the damage. It was littered with burned and exploded cans, a remnant of a broom close to your feet.

     “Hey, you,” you grabbed a young boy by the collar as he came running passed you, “did you see what happened here?”

     “Well, there was a car and-“

     “Louie!” a window flew open a few stories up on an adjacent building and cut him off, “come home, now!” she waved her rag in anger at him as she scolded.

      The boy ran home without another word and Yoosung appeared only a moment later, his face was white and his smile non-existent. For a moment you held your breath, waiting for him to say something. Say that he knew all about you, that he was going to tell the Mad Hatter.

     “What is it, Yoosung?” you tried to hide the quiver in your tone, “what did he say?”

     “He said they don’t know much about what happened. Everyone around here is too scared to talk. And…” he trailed off.

     “And what?” you pressed him.

     “Well. He doesn’t know who the guy is, but he says he is pretty sure. It’s really hushed over there and he is trying to find out more. He says…someone from the police force has worked their way into the family. He says we have a rat.”

TITLE:  Faking It 

IMAGINE: (Y/N) and Steve are both tired of their friends (namely Sam and Tony), trying to set them up with people. What happens when one night they decide to take control of their own love lives and teach Sam and Tony a lesson? (x)

[gif is not mine -creds to the owner. requests are open. immensely proud of this, probably except the ending. i’ve uploaded this like 3 times now and tumblr keeps deleting it, so apologies for the continuous upload for this.]

warnings: swear words, mature situations -minor sex scenes.

word count: 3.2 k+

‘The question of whether we can fight fate will always remain a mystery. But the bigger question is what happens when we stop fighting it.’

“Tony, for the last fucking time, I don’t want to go on a date with your friend!” (Y/N) yelled exasperated as she threw a piece of bread at him. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Come on, he’s totally your type and you guys would be perfect for each other,” his voice now took on a whining tone and (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Please, just this one time?”

(Y/N) smiled sweetly at him, “No.” She hopped off the stool she was sitting on, “Last time I agreed to one of your dates he started crying when they brought the entree, and then again when we started having sex.”

Steve placed his hands on his knees as he bent over, trying to catch his breath. “Good run, Cap” He looked behind him and saw Sam jogging to where he was.

“You were so close in beating me this time,” he placed his hands on his back and stretched. Steve groaned as he began rubbing his shoulders.

“You busy tonight?”

Steve shook his head, “No, why?”

“There’s this girl,” Sam started but Steve glared at him. “Now, hear me out, she’s lovely and-,” Sam didn’t finish as Steve held up a hand.

“Look, I don’t want to Sam. I mean I’ve tried this thing before when Nat tried to set me up and it just didn’t work out. If I want to start dating, I’ll do it through my own way.” Steve clasped a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks though.”

(Y/N) fiddled with the screwdriver in Bruce’s lab, “I thought you wanted my help on a formula Bruce, but all I’ve done is play with your tools.”

Bruce turned around with a sheepish smile on his face, “Sorry (Y/N). It’s on that table if you want to have a look at it.”

She smiled at him and walked to the table. Leaning on it with her arms, she began scanning it. (Y/N) was focused until Tony barged in.

“Guys, I just got us a reservation at Top Stem!”

(Y/N) looked over at Bruce, then turned back to Tony, “Isn’t that the hipster bar in Brooklyn?”

Tony smiled and nodded, “Yep. Know a guy and he managed to book us a table.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“I mean everyone’s here since forever,” Tony shrugged. She knew that it meant more to him that he could ever admit. After the Civil War broke out between the group, tensions ran high and even though it’s been 5 years since the event happened the group still wasn’t as it was before.

“I’m in,” Bruce smiled.

“Me too,” (Y/N) smiled and continued reading the document. She was too engrossed once again so she didn’t notice the scheming look between Bruce and Tony.

“I’m at the restaurant Sam, and nobody’s here yet,” Steve spoke into the phone, peering in every now and then into the restaurant. “It is the Top Stem, right?” He asked. “Alright, I’ll go in, but if you’re not here or anyone in the next 15 minutes, I’m leaving.” With that, Steve hung up and walked in.

When he was seated he saw that the bar was dimly lit, giving it an intimate feel, especially with the single flower in the middle of the table. He frowned at the multiple empty chairs that circled the table.

“Rogers?” He heard his name and looked up from the menu. He saw (Y/N), and in that moment he allowed himself to bask in her beauty. He hasn’t spoken to her in a long time. Of course, their relationship was never friendly, but still, he missed the fights and the banter, and the wanting to rip her clothes to shred and push her up against the wall. Steve coughed, making sure that he wasn’t blushing when he replied to her.

“Are we the first ones here?” (Y/N) asked, sitting down across from him. Steve nodded. “Fantastic,” she grumbled.

“That hurts (Y/L/N),” he gave her a smirk and she smiled largely at him.

After 10 minutes passed, (Y/N) opened her phone and texted Tony’s number.

‘Where are you guys?’

“Tony?” Steve nodded towards the phone.

“Yeah, I mean our friends are little shits, but they’re usually around five minutes late,” she checked her watch, “not ten.”

Suddenly a buzz went through the table.

‘At home. Have fun ;)’

“For fucks sake,” (Y/N) groaned. “By any chance did Sam want to set you up with someone before this?”

Realization went through him and he cursed, “Are you fucking serious?”

(Y/N) laughed at him, “Language, Cap.”

“Our friends are shit.”

“I’ll drink to that.” (Y/N) raised her glass and gulped it down. “I can’t believe I fell for this, I mean it’s a Stark plan,” she sneered. “Those usually have more holes than Swiss cheese.”

“Sam and Tony schemed us. Us out of all people!”

(Y/N) agreed, “Fuck. You know what we should do?”

Steve looked at her, he knew that look. It was that look before a scheme hatched in her mind, god he knew that look. He loved that look. He got turned on by that look. “What?”

“Since our dear friends thought that they could out scheme us, why don’t we show them just how great we can be together?” He gestured for her to go on. “Let’s pretend to date and then we’ll have this dramatic fall out after like a month or so and then they’ll don’t know what to do because we’ll force them to choose sides. Then, we’ll come out and say, ‘it wasn’t real, but this could be the outcome if you keep fucking with our lives.’”

Steve sat back for a while. Usually he was a good guy, he wouldn’t scheme, but sometimes (Y/N) brought out that Steve he wanted to be when he was younger. One that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. He got that chance when (Y/N) entered in his life.

“I’m in.”

3 weeks into ‘dating.’

“I can’t believe that you and Capsicle are dating now,” Tony sat down next to her, a bowl of cereal placed in front of him. “I mean, I thought you would high-tail out of there but not before throwing a drink in his face.”

(Y/N) shrugged, “Well, when I first saw him that’s what I wanted to do. I guess old habits die hard, but once we got talking, it was just realization. I just realized just how much we were alike, but so different at the same time.”

“Ew,” Tony shoved her lightly. “Can you spare me the romantic feelings?”

She threw a piece of granola at him. What surprised her was just how true her statement was.

3.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“So what’s the next step on the plan?” Steve asked as he opened the door for her.

“I’m not sure if you’re going to like this, but they have to catch us in a sexual manner to say,” (Y/N) spoke and cringed. “You can just lay on top of me, I know that you don’t want to do any of that until you really like someone.”

“How do you know?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Oh please. You’re Mr. Poster Guy for having an emotional connection before having sex with a girl,” noticing his casted down eyes, “not that there’s any wrong with that!” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m just saying, Tony knows me. Tony knows that I don’t need an emotional connection when fucking someone.” She saw that he cringed when she said that. “Sorry.” She stopped walking and leaned into the wall, “He won’t believe we’re dating until he catches us in the act. He believes that we had this weird pent up sexual frustration before.”

Steve laughed, “Sam and Nat said the same thing.”

“Okay, so this is what I have in mind-,” she never got to finish her sentence as Steve pushed her up against the wall, she subconsciously lifted her legs and wrapped it around his waist. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, opening her mouth to allow his tongue in. She moaned as he grinded his hips to hers. “Steve, fuck,” she moaned out as he began placing kissed on his neck.

Steve relished in the way she grinded her hips against her. He could feel himself harden against his gym shorts and he really couldn’t care enough to blush or apologize. He almost took her when she began moaning his name. “You like that?” He nipped her jaw as he grinded against her again.

“God yes,” she rolled her head and pulled him in again to kiss him.

They only broke apart when they heard several throats clearing. (Y/N) and Steve broke apart slowly, she opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her. His normal crystal blue eyes, were darker than she’s ever seen before.

“Get a room,” Tony hollered, backed up by Clint and Sam’s snickering.

Steve and (Y/N) turned their heads, foreheads still touching, to their audience. “Sorry, can’t keep my hands off her, I mean have you seen her?”

Pietro nodded and smugly grinned, “I sure have.”

Steve growled and (Y/N) found herself getting turned on by it. She grinned and lightly bit his earlobe, grinding into him for the extra act. Steve turned his attention back to her and smiled. He pecked her lips once more.

“For the love of god! I’ve given you guys practically a floor each, can you not do it where everyone can see!” Tony complained as he shut his eyes and dramatically walked to the gym. The others walked past, each smiling smugly and laughing.

Once they were out of view and hearing range, Steve allowed (Y/N) to unwrap her legs around him and gently set her down. “Didn’t know that you had in it you Rogers. I’m surprised, pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.”

Steve didn’t reply to that comment but he did give her a small, shy smile. “I guess they believe that we’re dating now?”

“For sure,” she laughed, still trying to catch her breath. “I’ll see you round Rogers.” With a wink she disappeared, swaying her hips as she did so, knowing that he was watching her. As she walked away she desperately tried to forget how good he felt, how good and right it felt when he kissed her. How he held her in the right places.

She leaned against a wall, “Fuck.” Yup, she was fucking screwed because she’s opening herself up to Steve.

4 Weeks into ‘dating’

“No need to be jealous (Y/N), you know that he only has his eyes and his other things for you,” Bucky whispered as they both watched a flirtatious reported touched Steve’s arm.

(Y/N) refused to admit that she was jealous. She wasn’t jealous at all. She didn’t want to drag him away and claw the woman who had her paws on him. Nope. Not at all. She was only concerned about their plan being thwarted if he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. She glanced at Bucky and he gave her a supportive smile. “Thanks, Buck.” She touched his arm gently, and that was the time that Steve looked up.

His eyes narrowed as he saw his best friend and his ‘girlfriend-slash-not-girlfriend-but he kinds of has feelings for her?’ closely talking. “So, what would you say was the best thing about the ‘40’s?” Tierney asked as she posed her pencil over the paper.

He turned back to her, giving him her most charming smile and answered.

(Y/N) took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she heard the woman’s laugh from across the room. “Breathe,” Bucky warned. They both watched as the reported fiddled with Steve’s tie. “Fuck,” Bucky swore as he watched (Y/N) storming over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why can’t Sam do this?”

(Y/N) stormed over to where they were, standing so close to Steve that he couldn’t physically move away from her. “Am I interrupting something?” She asked sweetly. Steve looked down at (Y/N), to anyone who didn’t know her, they would have just thought that she was asking a simple question, but he knew that tone.

“Uh, I was just doing an interview here with Mr. Rogers,” the woman explained.

(Y/N) turned to her, an eyebrow arched and her jaw clenched, “Are you really?” She felt Steve’s hand wrap around her waist and leaned back into him. She smirked when she saw the reporter’s eyes move to the gesture. “Because from where I stood you were trying to get into my boyfriend’s pants.”  She moved closer to the woman, “Are you really trying to get into my man’s pants?”

“No, no-,” the woman stuttered.

“Good, because fucking another woman’s man is a big no-no, no matter what, understand?”

“I didn’t know that he had a girlfriend,” the woman tried to explain.

“That’s why I’m letting you off, just make sure when you want to flirt with someone, make sure that they’re not taken, otherwise it can get,” (Y/N) tilted her head and gave the woman in front of her another smile, “messy.” With a turn, she faced Steve indicating that the conversation ended. Luckily, the woman took the hint and walked off.

Steve allowed himself to be dragged by into an empty room. She turned around and he saw that she was beyond pissed. “Do you want our plan to go down the drain?”

“Are you jealous?” He laughed at the thought. (Y/N), jealous? In all of the time that he knew her, she never once showed this kind of emotion.

“I’m angry that our plan would be tarnished, yes.”

He walked over to her, smiling all the while. “You were jealous.” He placed his hands on her hips. She shook her head, anger still in his eyes. “Oh really?” She nodded. “So after this whole charade, you wouldn’t mind me dating her,” he ghosted his lips over hers, “fuck her,” now her ear, “make love to her?” He allowed himself to nibble on her ear, earning a moan from her.

“Fuck her all you want,” (Y/N) grasped the tie, pulling him closer, their noses touching, “but you’re mine right now.” She grounded her hips against his, and this time it was him moaning.

As their kisses got more desperate, (Y/N) allowed her to think. How did it come to this situation? Alone, in a room with Steve Rogers of all people trying to undo her dress, which started which jealously? If you told her this 3 years ago, she would have laughed in your face, but at this moment? She allowed herself to enjoy Steve Rogers.

“Steve, fuck! Oh my god!” She yelled as she fisted his hair.

“Better be quiet doll, or someone might come in,” he mumbled against her clit.

“Don’t care,” she mumbled, Steve moved back in this time with more rigor. Her head tilting back, moaning loudly as she did so.

5.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“Aren’t we supposed to break up now or something?” He dropped it so casually, it was like he was talking about the weather.

She was so stunned that she couldn’t formulate a sentence so she decided on, “What?”

“Wasn’t that the plan?” She stopped playing with his hair and turned to him. He noticed her eyes drop down, her brows furrowed. “Unless you don’t want to.” He teased.

She looked up and clenched her jaw, “No. I just don’t know how to do it dramatically, I mean I haven’t had the time to think with you fucking me.” She yanked herself out of his grasp, and neither would admit it but they missed each others touch.

Steve’s eyes widened with her cold tone, “(Y/N)…”

“Give me until tonight, then I’ll you the plan,” she walked away, her heart beating furiously.

Once she was in her room, she locked the door and sat on her bed. (Y/N) placed her face on her hands. She completely forgot about the plan -with all the sex, the talks about their past and her incessant questions about his childhood, and the weird dates in Brooklyn that she couldn’t help but enjoy. She never thought that when got into this that their goal, her goal of making sure that Tony and the gang never in their life again would blur with one kiss from Steve Rogers.

(Y/N) had it all planned out. She usually knew what was real and what wasn’t, but whenever she was with Steve, she couldn’t help but feel that everything was real.

She stood by the kitchen, whiskey in her hand. (Y/N) texted Steve two minutes ago to meet her so they can ‘break-up’. She didn’t want to, not that she’ll ever voice that thought out. She saw Steve as soon as he entered the kitchen, his face wasn’t impassive as she thought it would be.

He stalked over to her, every Avenger now watching them. He pulled her into him roughly, his hand on her waist, the other on her ass. (Y/N) was shocked, so she hesitantly kissed him back. He broke apart with her, “I need to talk to you.” Steve didn’t allow her to respond, he just grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to his room. They both felt a group of eyes watching them, but they could not care less.

“Rogers, what the hell are you doing?” He locked the door. Steve faced her.

“I love you,” he stated plainly. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you, but fuck, every single smile that you gave me, every single conversation that we had made me fall in love with you. I’m not going to lie, when I first met you I thought that you were one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, but then you opened your perfect little mouth and you ruined it all.”

He gave a small laugh, “But you didn’t at the same time.” He looked at her, “I wanted you more than anything, the way that you talked to me -you talked to me like I was a normal guy pissing you off, not Captain America. You were the most annoying, frustrating woman in my life, I didn’t know whether I wanted to kill you or fuck you. But I did know one thing, I couldn’t imagine my life without your incessant nagging about everything that I did.”

Steve stopped speaking, they both knew that he was finished talking. (Y/N) stood there, in the middle of Steve’s room, unmoving, no emotion in her eyes. She closed her yes and inhaled.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re dramatic? You could rival Tony,” She opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew that her words were supposed to be biting but once he saw her eyes, oh god, he could burst out crying. Steve saw the love and admiration that he knew would take awhile for her to voice out. But it was still there. She loved him as well.

“You love me,” he teased and she shrugged laughing all the while. “You know what’s better than normal sex against a wall?” Steve asked.

She moved forward, wrapping her arms around him, her face glowing. “What?”

“Having passionate sex in Tony’s office,” he winked at her and she laughed.

“And they say that I’m the inappropriate one in the relationship!” She grinned at him. He was beautiful and he was hers. “I must say though, you know a way to girl’s heart.”

“Correction, I know the way to your heart.” He grinned down at her, and kissing her for the first time, not because of a scheme or a plan, but because he finally got the girl who managed to make him rip out his hair, kiss her until she’s out of breath and set his soul on fire. Sure, he had a rough road ahead of him, but if she was there with him, he could manage.


Threesomes are a tricky topic, lots of people think that it’s something they would like to do at some point, most men seem to prefer themselves with two girls, but there are some who even prefer to be with another man and their girl. The reality can often be very different, and honestly can cause a lot of problems for partners when introducing someone else into a sexual experience, partners can often be left with feelings or rejection or inadequacy. So for some it’s probably best left as a fantasy. For me and my husband it was a fantasy for a while and took a long time before we acted on it. For some it’s more fun spontaneous, just meeting a random guy and end up back in a hotel room together or something.

For me the first time was on a vacation we took together, when you go away you tend to leave some of your boundaries back at home and are a little more open. We had arranged to meet a potential guy in a bar on the second night we were there, he was living in the area and we had spoken to him for some time before hand, mostly to see what he was like, see that he was relatively normal etc. Also meeting in a bar allowed either him or us to walk away if things were not right or you didn’t click.

The whole getting ready for the vacation almost became centered on this threesome we were going to try, me and my husband were both excited and nervous in equal measure and was really quite funny on the short flight down there. The first night we went for a nice meal and an early night. The day of the meeting, we went to the beach, and asked each other if we were ‘ok’ about a hundred times each.

Getting ready to go out was fun, doing make up, he dressed up in jeans and a shirt. I had shaved, every inch of myself from the neck down, done my make-up and chosen a little black dress to wear. I like the dress as I don’t need to wear a bra with it, and is short but long enough I can get away with wearing no panties. That was a little something me and my husband planned that I would be commando, to add a little excitement, though I did carry a thong in my purse as you never really know how an evening will go. Other than my little black dress (photo at the end of the story), I just had a black pair of high heeled shoes on.

We got to the bar a few minutes before the arranged time, we didn’t speak much on the short journey there, just sort of smiled a little at each other. I think we both wanted to try it, but you want the other person to want to too, and you don’t want to seem too enthusiastic if they are not too. The bar was a good choice, the music was not too loud, so you could have a conversation, but it was loud enough that you wouldn’t really be overheard by anyone. The bar was quite small with a few tables taken, but we found a place towards the back. My husband ordered us a couple of drinks and we sat nervously waiting, while I realized the slight problem of sitting on a chair in a very short skirt that rides up as you side down, and feeling the cooler breeze between my legs.

We both saw the other guy arrive (ill call him Mark), and he spotted us at the same time, with an awkward smile and wave he came over. He seems quite shy and quiet at first, and mostly we all made small talk, offered a few compliments and sipped at our drinks. The first hour followed in very much the same fashion. After a few drinks we chose to order some tequila, which soon relaxed people a lot more, I was feeling quite drunk, and my husband and mark seemed well on their way too. This helped us to talk about the night a little more, I had mark come and sit next to me too, so I was in the middle of my husband and mark. I know my husband was really horny as I know he hadn’t cum for about a week, and marks eyes moved often from my boobs to my legs.

We probably looked a little ‘close’ for a group of three, but no one paid us much attention. When mark went to the restroom, my focus was back on my husband and we would kiss, but when my husband left I shared my first kiss with mark, and his hand was in my lap, I parted my thighs a little and his hand slid slowly up. His eye sprang open and looked at me with a massive grin as he realized I had no underwear on, and he had for the first time touched my freshly shaven, tight little pussy.

We went next door to a club, where is was quite busy, we danced together, but by now we were all loosened up and all wanting to go somewhere more private. We took a taxi back to our hotel, where again I sat in the middle of them in the back, however this time they were a lot more attentive towards me. Their hands were roaming my body and their hands feeling their way up and down my legs, I would kiss one and then the other. The taxi driver must have known full well what was going to happen when he stopped outside our hotel. We were all a little drunk, and so turned on that it seemed to move as a dream from taxi to hotel room. When in the room I was standing kissing Mark, and my husband was in close behind me, he pulled at my zip at the back on my dress and it fell to the floor so that I was now standing naked apart from a pair of heels between two men. After some more touching and kissing, I sat on the bed and took off my heels. They stood in from on my, and stripped naked too. They were both rock hard before id even touched them. I looked at these two big hard cocks, and looked up to their horny and lustful eyes. I sucked my husband’s cock while playing with Marks cock in my hand, then changed to sucking marks cock while rubbing my husband’s cock wet from my mouth. We then went into the shower together, where there was a lot of soapy rubbing and touching going on. I got out first and went to the bed and laid in the middle of it with my legs wide open. My husband ate my pussy while I sucked Marks hard cock. After they both sucked on a nipple each and groping my boobs while they worked their fingers inside of me.  Mark was the first to get on top of me and slide his cock in me, It felt so big but so good with every trust I wrapped my legs around him. I played with my husband’s cock and sucked it between groans. The changed positions, and my husband was pounding me with a great excitement as I tasted my wet pussy from Marks cock.

I stood on the floor and bent over the bed, as they both stood behind me hard, they slapped their big cocks against my ass. My husband then knelt on the bed in front of me, and I went to on all fours, and Mark fucked me from behind as I sucked my husband’s cock, Mark was making suck loud groans as he complimented my ass and moaned as if he were in heaven. The thrill of being spit roasted like this had me Cumming too, being fucked doggy by mark, I held my husband’s cock as I screamed out Cuming so hard. All of a sudden Mark Is groaning louder and starts to go rigid and I can feel him Cumming in me. Me and my husband are turned on more, and as Mark gets off me and lays on the bed, My husband starts fucking me doggy, his hard thrusts pumping all Marks cum out of my pussy and can feel it running down my thigh. It isn’t long before I cum again, and my husband cums inside me too. I can feel his cum being released in me stronger than normal, he stays inside me for a few minutes until he pulls out his cock which flops against his thigh exhausted. We all laid naked on the bed not speaking for about 10 minutes next to each other breathing heavily and feeling very satisfied.

The Worlds Greatest Detective

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Request: Hey there:) can I request something where Bruce comes back from patrol frustrated because the trail he was tracking went cold or something so the reader helps him blow off some steam? Can it be a little smutty please? Thanks;)

Description: After going on a wild goose chase with none other than The Riddler, Bruce returns frustrated and defeated. Y/N attempts to make her lover feel better, but only one thing can make him feel like himself and clear his mind. 

Smut: yep! 

Words: 2266

Requests are open!


Originally posted by writers-square

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Connor, if you are reading this, I have failed to say goodbye as I wanted, but the time never seemed appropriate. 

I leave this land and all its resources to you. I trust you now know this place has become something of great significance. A community to serve as an example of what this would-be nation could become. But the larger and stronger it grows, the more fragile and difficult to defend it becomes. I hope your friends who are birthing this infant country understand this truth. 

Your unwavering tenacity and honesty have burdened you with responsibility far greater than any one man should bear. But you, if anyone are capable. You have given an old man hope that all is not lost and for that I thank you. 

I ask that you lay my bones to rest on the hill overlooking the water, there is no other place on this earth I’d rather be. I am grateful to have met you, knowing you will guide this land and these people to a better future. 

Yours in brotherhood, Achilles.

I never properly said goodbye to you. I was not ready. So here I am.

The weight of my responsibilities never seems to diminish. There is always something else that needs fighting for. This is something you never warned me of, maybe because you thought I would have been deterred - you would have been wrong but I know you were not accustomed to that.

Life carries on here. The people seem happy - they are certainly safe, at least for now.

One of my brotherhood asked me something I have been struggling with, what happens if - when - we win? When we stop the Templars? It is a question I certainly do not know the answer to, perhaps you did not either.

I miss you. As I miss my mother. I hope all is well with you, wherever you are.

Goodbye, Old man, until it comes time for me to join you - then I will bother you once again.

Green-Eyed Monster

Request: can you do where the reader is jealous and spence has to remind her that she is the only person he is in love with and yea just a lot of fluff

Warnings: jealousy ! Fluff ;)

Originally posted by dr-spencer-reid-though

You and the team were all huddled up in the victim’s house in Texas for a recent case. A whole family was missing.

Everything was going by plan until the sheriff of the police department walked down the steps that led into the living room, a young petite woman following behind him. She stood behind him quietly, she didn’t look a day older than nineteen. Her dark brown hair framed over her wide doe eyes. In between her arms, she held an aged book of “Huckleberry Finn” that looks like it’s been read a thousand times.

“Sorry to bother, but I just found this young lady hiding in the bedroom closet upstairs,” The Sheriff says. By the look in Hotch’s eyes, I knew exactly who he was gonna make talk to her.

“Reid, you think you can talk to her?” Hotch questions and Spencer nods.

“Mark Twain, good choice,” Spencer comments as he leaves the living room with her.

“He’s one of my favorites,” I hear her say, a giggle following in the distance.

“He’s one of my favorites,” I whisper to myself in annoyance, using an exaggerated high pitch tone to copy her voice. I tried redirecting my mind back to the box in front of me, sorting through all the objects inside. Seems like they were moving stuff out of a boy’s room.

“You good, Y/N?” Morgan asks teasingly, a brow raised.

“I’m great,” I force a smile. You knew Spencer was a sucker for girls who were inclined to literature. You could back that claim up with his past with Maeve and you.

“Relax, green-eyed monster,” Derek laughs. “Boy Wonder over there is head over heels in love with you, he’s not leaving you anytime soon.”

“Touché to that,” JJ comments.

You huffed and left the room, files in hand to go ask the sheriff for more information about the family. And also to peak in on the conversation between Spencer and Mrs. Twain.

As you hopped up the steps, you spotted Spencer and the girl in what looks to be her bedroom. She was crying and he held her in between his arms as she did so.

“What the-” you began to stomp your way over there but someone stepped in front of you.

“Y/N, I’m stopping you from doing something you’ll regret,” Rossi scolds. “We need that girl to talk. Apparently, she’s one of the unsubs victims who managed to escape recently.”

In your opinion, this was incredibly unprofessional. But Rossi was right, the team needs a lead and if this girl is the answer to that, Spencer has to do what he has to do.

About an hour later, you and the rest of the team were back in the conference room of the police department. The second Spencer walked into the room, he found newfound perspective on the case.

“I think I figured it out,” he says quickly, rushing over to the work board. “Thanks to Leah.”

You could feel Derek’s teasing gaze on you and you turn to give him a death stare.

Spencer quickly drew up all his ideas on the board and connected all the dots within five minutes. He called up Garcia to give the team a quick biography on the life of the suspected unsub and finally, everything seemed to piece together.


When you and the team arrived at the unsub’s secondary location, everyone piled out of their cars, guns ready and pointed.

Spencer suggested bringing Leah after all the unsub ended up being her older brother. He was the cause of death of a previous family in the area, same exact M.O. You discovered that family was a surrogate for his actual one. This time he finally had the confidence and he kidnapped the parents and spared Leah. The boy was an outcast in his family, the only person who really appreciated him was Leah which is why she was left alone.

“Leah, you’re coming in with me, okay?” Spencer tells her as he places his hands on her biceps. “Be careful, don’t trigger him in any way. You’re the only one who can get through to him.”

“Okay,” she whimpers.

“Y/N, lead in Leah and me,” Spencer orders quickly before rushing towards the abandoned cabin.

You ignored the annoyance clawing at the back of your mind. You expected Spencer to at least tell you to be careful or that he loves you, but his usual comments of security were nowhere to be heard. And that just irked you.

You were supposed to protect everyone, yet here you were wanting to blitz attack the girl from behind. Luckily, you didn’t have to stare at the back of her head for much longer since you were supposed to lead them in.

You kicked the door down and rushed inside, gun pointed.

You made your way into the house just as soon as the unsub, Jackson, was about to kill his father.

“FBI!” You shouted. “Jackson, put the gun down, now!”

Jackson quickly whipped his father around, using him as a shield and pressing the gun against his head. The mother sat in the corner of the room, tied up, mouth taped and tears falling down her face.

“No!” Jackson shakes his head vigorously.

“Jackson, I know you don’t want to do this,” Spencer says, walking in with the gun pointed at the raging murderer.

“You don’t know what I want and don’t want,” Jackson spats.

“I know that you don’t want your sister to see you get killed,” Spencer says. “I know you don’t want her to suffer from the sight of seeing her parents being slaughtered right in front of her.”

“What do you mean?” Jackson says angrily.

“Leah!” Spencer calls and in walks Leah. You could feel the nerves radiating off of her from behind you.

“Leah,” Jackson breathes out. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at home, safe.”

“J, I was safe at home with mom and dad,” she chokes out.

“No, no mom and dad are horrible, they deserve to die!”

“No, they don’t, J,” Leah cries.

“Yes, they do!” Jackson fires a shot causing everyone to duck and cover. Another shot goes off, but it’s not coming from Jackson. You turn around to see Spencer pointing his gun at Jackson, and two bodies hit the ground.

The father scrambled off his back and crawled over to his wife, trying to rip off the ties that had her bounded. Jackson’s lifeless body lied in a growing pool of blood from the gunshot wound given to him by Spencer.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asks in worry. You turn around, thinking he was speaking to you - but he wasn’t. He was helping Leah off her feet who seemed to be in complete shock. Then finally it hit her.

“Jackson!” She screams out. Spencer holds her back from running to her brother. He holds her tight in his arms and you could see how she’s struggling to stand so Spencer falls to the ground with her.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Emily asks you, offering you a hand to help you off the floor.

“I’m fine,” you mumble, taking her hand. You storm out of the stuffy house, ripping off your bulletproof vest and throwing it to the ground.

You went over to Hotch who was speaking to the EMT’s and waited until he was done speaking.

“May I go back to the hotel?” You ask impatiently.

“Everything is in check so yes, you may leave,” Hotch nods. “Jet won’t be ready until 6 am, you know the drill.”

“Yup,” you say curtly and turn on your heels towards one of the SUV’s.

“Y/N!” Hotch calls out. You turn around and give him a questioning look. “I don’t think Spencer realizes what he’s doing. I’ll give him until tonight before he realizes what’s wrong.”

“I don’t think he realizes either,” you agree. You hop into the SUV and quickly pull out of the police car filled lot.

You wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower, change into your pajamas and rest in bed. You were irritated and exhausted, plus Spencer being oblivious to your jealousy was a pain.


When you stepped out of the steamy bathroom in your oversized T-shirt and fuzzy socks, you didn’t expect to see Spencer sitting on the bed, fiddling with his thumbs.

“Why are you back so early?” You question. “I thought you still had some stuff to take care of.”

Spencer immediately caught the change in your tone of voice. He felt something was wrong earlier, but he brushed it off as you being annoyed with the case.

He felt his mood drop even more as you walked past him without a hug or a kiss, not even a smile. You just went to the other side of the bed and crawled in without acknowledging him again.

“Y/N,” he trails off, scared to ask you. “What’s wrong?”

“You don’t even know, huh?” You chuckle in disbelief. “Good night, Spencer.”

You reached over and turned off the light on the bedside table, your side of the room was now in shadows and only the light from the bathroom illuminated the dark room.

Spencer wracked his brain with different problems he might have caused between the two of you - but he kept coming up blank. He didn’t know what he did to tick you off.

Then he remembered a comment Morgan made before Spencer took off.

“Tell the green-eyed monster I say hello,” he joked.

It clicked. Spencer remembered the saying for jealousy was “green-eyed monster”. He just didn’t know why Morgan would bring it up.

Spencer looked over at you and he frowned. The green-eyed monster was you.

“I know what I messed up,” Spencer breaks the silence. “I ignored you the whole day. I put all my attention on Leah.”

You throw the covers off of you and sit up in annoyance.

“That’s not all, Spencer,” you frown. “I was annoyed yeah, but what really hurt me is what happened when we were in the unsub’s house.”

“What happened in the-” Spencer stopped mid-sentence. He remembered when the first bullet went off towards the middle of the room, instead of asking if you were okay, he went straight to Leah.

“Yeah, you know where I’m coming from now?” You say. Spencer rushed over to your side of the bed and turned on your bedside lamp. He kneeled down on the floor beside you and took your hands.

“Y/N, I’m in love with you, okay?” He begins. “I don’t know why you were jealous of Leah in the first place, I was just trying to solve the case and she was the key to it. Y/N, you’re a professionally trained law enforcement officer, I know I don’t need to worry about you.”

“But Leah, she’s perfect for you!” You exclaim quietly. “She reads the classics, she’s easygoing, she’s beautiful.”

“I think you just described yourself,” Spencer chuckles. “You’re perfect for me, Y/N. You’re more than just beautiful and intelligent, you’re the love of my life. You feel like home to me. No one is ever going to change that.”

“Do you really believe that?” You ask softly.

“I do,” he responds. “I love you, Y/N.”

You give him a small smile before leaning down and kissing his forehead and then his lips. You could hear him kicking off his shoes before he crawls into the bed with you and envelops you in his arms, never breaking the kiss.

“Maybe I should shower,” he breathes out as he breaks the kiss. “Do you know how many pathogens I could be passing onto you-”

“Shh,” you press a finger to his lips, “just enjoy the moment.”

Spencer lets out a small laugh before returning his lips to yours in a sweet and loving kiss.



One Night Stand

It took me a long time to get this up and I apologize for that! Look out for a Jughead imagine after this. This is the final part to this series, so I hope you guys enjoyed it and this did it justice!

Imagine Prompt: can i request a oneshot please? id like one where you and bellamy secretly like each other but you two are really sarcastic and you fight a lot and one day you two were on a mission and they had to sleep next to each other in a cave and bellamy surprise the reader by putting his arms around her in his sleep and spooning her. just this with a lot of sass and sarcasm, please? thank you :)

Warnings: none. bellamy’s a bit OOC though.

Originally posted by bellarkss

“What the hell are you going on about Bellamy?” Clarke yelled, her voice demanding an answer. An answer Bellamy couldn’t give because his own mind was racing with fear as to what could be happening to you. Where you were. And who had you, if anyone did. “What happened out there?!”

Bellamy said nothing, continuing to stomp through the forest. His mind racking as he tried to retrace all your steps and go back to the place you two had split up. It would be dark soon, and if he didn’t find you soon he may loose the tracks or he may loose you. 

Clarke had ordered Raven to watch camp as Bellamy stormed out allowing no one to stop him, Clarke had followed scared for you and for her friend.

Frustrated with his silence, Clarke reached forward and grabbed Bellamy, effectively stopping him as she yanked him towards her. “Tell me what happened, Bellamy. And I want the whole truth.” Her eyes left no room for argument and with an impatient bounce, Bellamy sighed.

“We fought. I went too far.” He mumbled and Clarke blinked.

“What did you do? Start from the beginning Bellamy.”

“There was no grounders around, so we ended up venturing too far and then the acid fog came. We took shelter in a cave and we ended up… sleeping um sleeping together. The next morning we acted like nothing was wrong, but I was frustrated. I wanted to talk about what had happened and when she stopped to take a break we both needed, I lashed out on her. She ran. It’s my fault Y/N ran off and I was too stubborn to stop her.” Bellamy explained, blushing to himself in shame as he avoided all eye contact.

Clark remained silent for a moment, overthinking things before she nodded. “You love her?” She asked, her voice quiet.

Bellamy gasped, snapping his head up and looking at Clarke in shock. He opened his mouth to deny what she said, but was stopped by her gaze and Bellamy realized there was no point. She already knew. “Yes, i’ve loved her since I first met her.” Bellamy confessed, looking down at the ground.

Clarke smiled reassuringly, placing her hand on Bellamy’s shoulder. “Then, when we find her and we will, you should tell her.”

“I couldn’t. She doesn’t feel the same. Y/N is repulsed by the idea of me, and I mean I can’t blame her.”

“You might just be mistaken, Bellamy.”

You groaned, everything hurt and you couldn’t see out of your left eye. Grounder’s had found you and beat you until you were just barely alive. They left you in the middle of the forest to wait for your death and there was nothing you could do was moan in pain.

You would die of thirst. Your lips were chapped and your throat felt swollen. It was hard to swallow and breathe, it was even more difficult to comprehend what was happened around you. Your arm was broken, you were sure your ribs had been bruised or broken too, and you felt gross. Grosser than you ever had.

You should have never ran off on your own. You’d never ventured out of camp before yesterday and running off because of a stupid fight was stupid. But as you remembered how angry Bellamy had looked, how annoyed he had been, you couldn’t help but think that maybe this was for the best. No one was going to save you and you couldn’t bare the thought of seeing the look of disgust on Bellamy’s face again.

And as you laid there, drowning in your own pain you came to the realization that you loved Bellamy. You loved him more than anything.

You wouldn’t be just a one night stand.

Why did you get so upset this morning? Denying the fact that you loved him and instead choosing to ignore the subject and been one of the stupidest things you’d ever done. Because the reality of the situation was you would love to be just a one night stand. Just to spend one more night with the man you loved, who didn’t even know you existed.

A sob broke through. You were tired, in pain and hopeless. Hugging yourself, you curled against the ground, staring at the tree in front of you. How long would it take? How long would it take before you finally just died? Right now it felt like forever.

Hours passed. You could even keep track anymore and all you could comprehend was the sun setting and the darkness around you swallowing you whole. Your breath was shaky, from fear and pain. 

“Y/N!” A voice called out, but you knew you were only imagining it. No one could save you. No one would even bother.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” The voice called out again, female and soft. You allowed your eyes to close, feeling soothed at the soft voice. It was almost recognizable but you reminded yourself that this was only a dream. Maybe you were finally dying? “Bellamy! Y/N’s over here!”

Bellamy…? Soft hands suddenly grabbed your face, gently turning your face upwards. You blinked trying to open your eyes as you became all to aware that this was a dream. Was there more grounders? No, you had heard his name. Bellamy. Bellamy. Blinking, you tried to figure out the person in front of you but all you saw was darkness. 


When you woke up again, your lips weren’t chapped. That was the first thing you noticed. Second, everything hurt a little less. You felt like you could move again and blinking, you sat up. Hissing when your side started to hurt, but pushing it aside as you sat up.

Allowing your gaze to fall around you, you easily recognized your surroundings as the drop ship. Were you back home?

“Y/N?” Jumping, you turned towards the voice. Beyond relieved to see Bellamy standing there. You blinked, unsure if you were imagining this, but when you saw the watery eyes and his shaky hands reaching for you, you realized this was real. You’d never quite seen Bellamy so shaken up before.

“Thank god you’re okay.” Bellamy whispered, taking the last steps towards you. You shook your head, confused as his hands softly grabbed your face, cradling you.

“I-I…” You tried to speak, but all that came out was a raspy voice.

“You were so injured and I was so worried. But Clarke healed you.” Bellamy rambled you on, pausing to stare at you. “I should’ve never yelled at you. I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” You asked in disbelief.

“Y/N, I need you to listen to me. I promised myself I would say this.” Bellamy spoke and confused still, you nodded. “You wouldn’t be just a one night stand, because i’m in love with you.”

With those few words, it felt like your world was spinning. Your mouth fell open and you stared at Bellamy in shocked silence before; “you’re in love with me?”


“I-I… I can’t believe this. Bellamy, i love you.” You whispered, leaning up against his face. He made the move, leaning down to kiss you and you returned the feeling before sudden footsteps interrupted you.

“Okay love birds. Bellamy, she needs to rest.”


how many children would be in ilvermorny? [approximately]

• well, there are 25,000,000 children who are within the wizarding school age range in the united states.
• but how many of them are wizards?
• the wizard to muggle ration is 1 wizard for every 4,150 muggles.
• this would leave about 6,100 wizard children approximately.
• so, in all reality, ilvermorny wouldn’t even be as crowded as you’d think. 6.1k children in a school isn’t even that bad, considering how many people are in the united states.
• now, if there are seven years, there would be around 880 students in each year. [which isn’t so bad, considering there’s 1200 kids in my graduating class]
• there would be around 1,530 kids in each house.
since the average american school has a teacher - student ratio of 50:1, there would only need to be around 130 teachers.
• ilvermorny would most likely be another underfunded american school that probably has strict rules and shitty food [the american goverment, everyone. MACUSA is probably no different]

Undeniable Heat Chapter 28: Relaxing

Jensen Ackles X Reader

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Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

As soon as you stepped foot into Jared’s spacious Austin home, you could feel the tension melt off of you. His house was large, but it was comfortable and lived in. With rustic coloring and furnishings, it fit into the Western feel, without being too cheesy or overdone.

You followed Gen as the men came behind with the suitcases. The boys had already run off, glad to be back home and playing. Gen walked through the house, heading up some wide, wooden stairs. “Your room is towards the back of the second floor, far enough away from the boys you won’t hear them wake up early. It overlooks the lake, and you actually have a balcony to enjoy the nice evenings.” She rambled on, filling both her side of the conversation, and yours. You let her, while you just took everything in.

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Scott- We Show Him

Request-  hey! if u have time, could I have an imagine where the reader & scott are best friends and lately the alpha has been stressed/not himself but he’s trying to cover it up and be strong for the pack as he always does but the reader sees right through it and confronts him about it and they have a little moment ? thank u in advance super excited about you writing some more ♡

A/N- I’m excited too! I’m on vacation right now, so hopefully I’ll be able to post a couple more imagines before I go back to work.

I lost them.
The words rippled through Scott’s head, and no matter what his mom had told him, he knew they were the truth. Stiles hated him. Liam had tried to kill him. Theo had driven Lydia off the edge, Malia was nowhere to be found, and you…Scott didn’t even know what you would think of him now.
He was so used to protecting you, to being the strong hero with a plan. Maybe it had been rough in the beginning, but things had always worked out for the best. That was before Allison died, and now, despite being his best friend since the third grade, Scott wasn’t sure if he could protect you anymore.
He couldn’t protect anyone, he realized, staring into the mirror at his bloody abdomen, courtesy of Theo. Not even himself.
He knew he should call you, the only person he had left, but he couldn’t bring himself to pick up the phone. He couldn’t trust himself to not let you get hurt.
He took a deep breath to steady himself, then unscrewed the bottle of peroxide to clean his wounds. After he braved the stinging pain, he tugged down his shirt and headed out the door. The movement caused his steps to waver and his vision to cloud, but he shook it off as he crossed the threshold of his bedroom. He had to find Stiles and the others, anyone who he might still have left.
He wobbled on his feet once more, and placed his hand along the wall to hold himself up. Sucking in another deep breath, he took one firm step forward, and collapsed onto the ground.

You slammed your car door shut and raced up the steps to Scott’s front door. His bike was in the driveway, but he hadn’t answered any of your calls, and you hadn’t talked to him since Braeden had saved you and Malia from the chimera in the hospital.
“Scott!” you called, yanking open his front door and rushing inside. “Scott!”
Your shoes slammed on the stairs as you ran up, heading toward his room, but you never made it there. The minute you set foot in the second floor hallway, you caught sight of Scott’s unconscious body on the floor. Gasping, you landed beside on your knees.
“Scott! Scott, please wake up!”
You placed your hand on his bicep, and he groaned loudly.
“Come on,” you begged, rolling him onto his side. “Scott, please.”
His eyelashes fluttered, and in a matter of seconds, those warm brown eyes were staring up at you. You let out a wobbly laugh of relief, and you placed your hand on his cheek.
“You’re bruised,” he whispered, reaching up to run his fingers across your temple.
They traced the mark the Chimera had left after throwing you into one of the hospital walls, but you simply smiled at him. “I’m lucky that’s all I have to show for what happened.”
While it was true that Theo trapped you in an empty hospital wing undergoing renovations, the creature that attacked you was mostly after Malia. You considered yourself lucky, because if Braeden hadn’t been there, he probably would have killed the Coyote and then you.
“You don’t look too hot either,” you remarked, nodding down to the blood that was already beginning to seep through his shirt. “Come on. Let’s get you on your feet.”
“I can’t,” he muttered.
You frowned. “What do you mean you can’t?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he told you, sitting up. “I can’t help anyone, Y/n. I’m not sure they’d even want my help. You’re probably the only person who doesn’t hate me right now.”
“No one hates you,” you assured him.
“What about Stiles?”
You pursed your lips. “Okay, Stiles probably hates you. But not for long. We’ll figure out a way to get everyone back, but right now you have to get up.”
“I can’t do this on my own,” he whispered.
“You’re not on your own,” you told him firmly, placing your hand on his cheek. “You have me. You’ve had me since third grade, and I’m not going anywhere.”
“You almost died because of me.” He placed his own hand over yours, tracing the smooth skin.
“I almost died because of Theo. You didn’t trap me and Malia in that hospital. You didn’t leave us to die. But if you stay here, that’s what you’ll be doing. You’ll be killing us.”
Scott swallowed, and closed his eyes. “What do we do?”
“We get you up, and we find the others.”
“And then what?”
“Then we find Theo, and we stop him. We show him what happens when you fuck with Scott McCall, and Y/n Y/l/n, and Stiles Stilinski. We show him what happens when you fuck with Beacon Hills.”
You pulled your hand away from his cheek and rose to your feet, holding it out to him.
He stared at your outstretched fingers, as if weighing the cost of taking them. It took him a few seconds, but whatever it was must have been worth it, because he placed his hand in yours, and let you pull him to his feet.
“We’ll show him,” you promised.
Scott nodded, and pulled you tight against his chest. “We’ll show him,” he echoed, and this time, he was sure that you would.

Avengers Chatroom: Hammer Time

Requested by @estel-of-the-eyrie

Pairings: Some Thor x f!Reader

Scenario: Reader and co. try to introduce Thor, Steve and Bucky to various tv shows etc.

A/N: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) pietro is sin, so am i, forgive me

Clint has created a chatroom.

Clint has invited Wanda, Pietro, Y/N, Thor, Bucky, Steve, Nat.

Clint: Any suggestions on what the relics can watch?

Bucky: We are not relics!

Thor: I am. I am roughly 1000 years old.

Bucky: … And yet Steve and I are the victims of old age jokes.

Pietro: I can think of many jokes for Thor.

Clint: Later. Suggestions, now! Or else Tony will force them to watch his shows and we all know what happened last time.

Wanda: Brother, when will you stop using that… face?

Y/N: They should watch Supernatural!

Nat: No, Viking’s. Thor will like it.

Pietro: Why do we need to help though? Don’t they already watch shows and movies?

Thor: Stark wishes for us to be more “with the times.”

Steve: How was I supposed to know what twerking was? I don’t have time to sit around and learn all of this. I SAVE THE WORLD, DAMN IT!

Y/N: Wait, what now?

Nat: Tony had a party and Sam got people to twerk. Next thing, people were all over our captain.

Clint: Tony started trying to get Steve to join.

Nat: But Steve didn’t know what to do.

Steve: I tried… to do that dance…

Clint: It was painful to watch, really.

Wanda: And now Tony is upset?

Thor: Barnes and I are being forced to endure this because of Steve.

Steve: I’m sorry!

Y/N: Did anyone video Steve trying to twerk?

Pietro: I did.

Steve: Don’t you dare send her the video!

Y/N: Too late. Steve why do you have a better butt than me? What is your secret?

Pietro: His secret is Twerking, obviously.

Wanda: Back to the main topic… What about Pacific Rim?

Thor: Ah the one were large metal beasts duel ferocious monsters! I saw it with my princess.

Pietro: Who is this princess of yours? 

Thor: Lady Y/N, of course.

Wanda: I can sense all the innuendos Pietro is coming up with.

Wanda: I should not have read his mind… We should have just left him on Sokovia.

Pietro:  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


Y/N: Star wars?

Y/N: The Walking Dead?

Y/N: Harry Potter?


Steve: I know that reference! Bucky and I already watched it.

Sam has joined the chat.

Sam: I would rather kiss a dementor than be near Bucky.

Sam has left the chat.


Nat has added Peter.

Nat: Ideas?

Peter: Lord of the rings?

Thor: Is that the one where the old man denies entrance?

Y/N: Yes. We already watched it.

Thor: I do not mind watching it again. I am quite fond of Legolas, he reminds me of Clint.

Pietro: … ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ship it

Clint: We are not making any progress.



Clint: pls no.


Thor: As long as you are with me, princess.

Bucky: my secret is out. How could you do this to me, Y/N?

Nat: Can someone calm her down before she faints?

Wanda: Has Y/N ever fainted from excitement before?

Clint: It’s a possibility with her. We’d rather not risk it.

Thor: So it is settled then. We will watch this Hamilton?

Steve: I guess.


Y/N: I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love! Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da

Clint: Stop this madness.

Nat: I thought since I didn’t have anymore missions with Y/N for a month, I’d be safe from this… But I was wrong.

Peter: I’m going to go… before things escalate.

Peter has left the chat.

Clint: Someone do something!


Y/N: In other words, you can’t stop me now. I’m on a roll!


Y/N: Oh, I’m so scared. As if Nat would ever do that.

Nat: I wouldn’t. Just suffer through it, Clint.

Wanda: I’ll go let Tony know so he can arrange everything to watch Hamilton.

Wanda has left the chat.


Nat has left the chat.

Clint has left the chat.

Steve: Is she quoting Hamilton?

Bucky: Yes.

Steve has left the chat.

Bucky has left the chat.

Y/N: Ditched, just like that.

Thor: I’m still here, princess.

Pietro: Me too. So, Y/N, are you and Thor dating?

Y/N: No.

Thor: Do you fancy my princess?

Pietro: Are you jealous? I know you like her.

Y/N: Shouldn’t you be annoying Vision?

Pietro: Have you raised his hammer yet? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Thor: Lady Y/N has yet to attempt to lift Mjolnir.

Pietro: I heard Steve can raise Thor’s hammer ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Y/N: Why do you keep using that face?

Pietro: All those people trying to raise your hammer ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but it never lifting.

Thor: They are not worthy.

Pietro: Of your hammer. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Pietro: Some people put on slow music but I bet you play Hammer Time ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Y/N: OKAY. ENOUGH. I see what you’re doing!

Thor: What is he doing?


Thor: Of course he does.

Pietro: So innocent. So pure.

Pietro has left the chat.

Thor: … None are worthy of Mjolnir. But I have a feeling you are worthy, princess.

Y/N: Thank you, Thor.

Thor: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Thor has left the chat.

Y/N: wait


Y/N has left the chat.

If there is one thing I have learned over the years, it’s that it only takes one person, one patient, one moment to change your life forever, to change your perspective, color your thinking. To force you to re-evaluate everything you think you know. To make you ask yourself the toughest questions: Do you know who you are? Do you understand what has happened to you? Do you want to live this way?
—  Cristina Yang

25 years ago, we found out what happens when people stop being polite, and start getting real ✨ What’s your favorite moment on the Real World?

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Sister #2

This blackness, oh, how it gulps

     Sister, when I snap my fingers

          let the depression drip

                                       into the hollows of your cheeks

Let us clap our hands

      quick quick now with the rise

Then drag your palm down your white arm

       show them your scar and do not flinch

Our steady eyes do not betray the doom we taste

Let us not remember it

       Those past men, beautiful sweet boys we lost

Quick quick now with the rise

For you know what happens when we’re too slow

We stopped asking why a long time ago. 

Colors (part 12) [Min Yoongi X  Reader]

Genre: Mafia AU (M)

Word count: 6.5k

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

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His Hands were cold and knuckles still looked bruised . Fingers bony yet long and slender, the back of his hand was bulging with veins that were far too visible. You traced the blue vein crisscrossing across his forearm and then disappearing underneath the folded white sleeve of his shirt. And then your eyes were then mapping his face-

The bright mint from his hair had almost disappeared and turned the color of light meadow green. His eyeballs still fluttered underneath, the mouth slightly opened as he muttered some incoherent words for no one to understand. 6 stitches on his cheek, you counted. They patched up his whole face, nothing about him looked pretty right now and yet, to you, for some reason he still looked alluring.

You sat on an armchair beside his bed, while still holding his one hand. Even after the morphine dripped into his body and unconsciousness took over him, he wouldn’t let go of you. The last thing he had said to you was, ‘Stay’ before he fell into a deep sleep. It reminded you of the day you were in that room and you had asked Jimin if he could stay. And he had.

So you did too.

You weren’t at Yoongi’s warehouse, fortunately, it was some small bar/motel on the side of the road. Jin said he knew the owner so he would help us. The owner indeed helped Yoongi with the first aid, gave him some painkillers and left. Jin asked you if you were hurt. If you needed any kind of help? And you told him you were just sleepy. He had smiled and nodded before saying he’ll come back and bring something for you to eat.

You slept on the armchair for some time, woke up and found a plate of food on the table and a blanket covering you. But honestly, after everything that had happened, your appetite was as good as dead. When you slept the second time, you woke up about 4 or 5 hours later. With a sore back and stiff neck. Your hand felt empty and you realized Yoongi was missing from his bed. You looked around the dark room for any sign of him but he was nowhere to be found. After some time, the bathroom door opened slowly and a figure emerged from the inside. Yoongi wore a clean white t and dark blue ripped jeans which almost made him look like an average college kid. His green hair was dripping wet and there was towel wrapped around his neck.

You stared at him blankly and he noticed that. He threw the towel on the bed and turned to you.

“Sleep on the bed,” he said to you before sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at his own hands. Even Under the dim light of the motel room Min Yoongi’s face looked illuminated. You watched the small droplets of water, trickling down from his hair to the back and side of his neck. His eyes were hidden under his own hair, he flexed his hands – opening and closing them again and again.

You got up from the chair and climbed on the bed. Moving on your palms and knees you sat right behind Yoongi and wrapped your arms around his waist and placed your ear on his back. He smelled like soap and felt damp under his clothes.  But whatever he felt like, to you, it was always comforting. Maybe you need to stop denying that you like hugging him.  You stayed like that for quite some time, just soaking in whatever it was that he was radiating.

“It’s over” Yoongi broke the silence “Everything” you could hear the anguish in his tone so clearly. Why did it hurt you when he said that? You tightened your grip.

“I build it all from nothing” you could feel him shaking underneath your grip “I did. All these fucking years, I did what he wanted me to do. I killed families for him and did horrible things for him without asking questions. Never once, did I ever, ask for anything in return. All I wanted was to have him not interfere in my matters”

“This is how he repaid me? By giving Namjoon what was mine? What I made-” He continued. “Wasn’t I a good son?”

“Wasn’t I a good son y/n?” he asked and you nodded, knowing very well that he could not see it. And then, he started laughing. Behind his laughter, you could so easily hear a cry of pain, sorrow that lurked deep within, anger that he was trying to so hard to hide. Behind his laughter was something much sinister.

He craned his head up to look at the ceiling and only then you saw the tears that were streaming from the side of his face. He was still cracking up when he suddenly stopped.

“I’m going to kill him; I’m going to kill that fucking bastard with my own hands”

“Namjoon?” you asked. He was surely talking about Namjoon.

“No, not just Namjoon, My father-” he replied with a strange smile on his face “I’ll kill him and Namjoon and every last one of his men. I’ll kill all of them-”

They say everyone is a little mad; we all walk on that thin rope of sanity and chaos. No one in this world is ever sane. We all have madness lurking inside of us, madness that we bury deep within. Madness that we hide, hide it because society would shun people with the symptoms of crazy, hide it because obligations of work and family always come in-between. We hide it because of the acceptance and love that we crave so bad.

But what happens when one stops caring about it all? What happens, when nothing remains and your will to live is only derived by extreme hatred and anger. That’s when you embrace the madness and let it consume you, in hopes that the storms that you have raging inside will one day bring you peace.

Min Yoongi’s one foot was on the rope and other one dangled over the ground of insanity, barely touching it. You could give him a hand, but you were scared he would drag you to the other side with himself.

“Is killing everyone going to make everything alright?” you unlocked your arms from his waist and moved back. The room was eerily silent as Yoongi still stared ahead of him, without saying a word.

“No” he replied after some time “But it’s the better option”

You moved your head in disagreement.

“Killing is never the better option”

“How can you say that? Don’t you know who we are or what we do?”  He said getting up from the bed and moving towards the door “Why do you always say such stupid stuff?”

 “And what are you left with after that?” your voice stopped him dead on track; he stood there without turning or moving. “What happens after everyone is dead? you kill your father and Namjoon and everyone? And then what?”

“We could live in peace. The world is better off without men like him and Namjoon-” he said in a gravelly voice “everyone can be happy and things will go back to normal. Why don’t you understand that? Everyone can go home, everyone will be happy-!”

“What about you?” you asked getting up from the bed “Will you be happy?” No reply.

“Will you be at peace Yoongi, answer me-?”

“Stop it,” he said finally turning to you. Eyes growing darker in rage-

“Can you live in peace knowing that you killed your father? I know, He did awful things to you, and yes he’s a despicable human being -”

“I said shut up!”

“But he said he still loves you, the way he shows it is wrong, but he still loves you. And some part of you must love him too-” and then you were getting backed into a wall with full force- Your hand hit the table light and it fell to the floor, shattering to pieces. The only source of light in the room was dead and you realized you were inches away from Min Yoongi’s face. He pinned both your hands on the side, trapping you in-between.

“I said shut the fuck up y/n before I forget you’re a girl and-”

“And? And, what would you do?” his eyes went wide “Would you do awful things to me like Namjoon did? Like Namjoon had me beat up till I couldn’t even breathe? or Would you force-”

“I said STOP IT!”  He yelled, digging his nails into your wrist.

“Would you force yourself on me like Namjoon did?”

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”  He gritted his teeth in anger.

“You can’t do that, can you? You can never do that. Because that’s not you, you’re not Namjoon. You’re not your father either- LISTEN TO ME” you said when he let go of your wrists and started backing away, moving his head in resignation. You held his face in your hands-

“You’re better than that. You didn’t lay a hand on me once. You kept me alive all this time, saved my life numerous times. Yes, you’re an awful human being Min Yoongi-” you were crying now. And you realized he was too.

“You’re a brute and arrogant, you’re hateful and cruel. But you’re so much better than Namjoon. You’re a good son, you are Min Yoongi. But you can’t let yourself turn into what your father wants you to be, please. If you take that step Yoongi, You won’t ever come back from it. Don’t go there, please -” he placed one hand on the back of your neck and pulled you closer so your forehead was leaning against his.

“Why do you sound just like her?” he said with eyes closed. The hand that was on your neck was now on your cheek as he swiped his thumb across your jaw.

“Sound like who?” you asked but instead of a reply he pressed his lips against yours with all his rage.

Kissing Min Yoongi was strange yet fascinating. For some reason ,to you, he always tasted like peppermint, there was urgency in the way he kissed you. Need in the way he tugged at your lower lips between his teeth, some kind of secret that he was trying convey? But it never reached your ears, as it got lost between your breathlessness. You two stood in a dark corner of the room, bodies pressed flat against each other, his one hand wrapped around your waist and another one above your head, palm flat against the wall to support himself. Your hands on either side of his neck, you would stand on your toes to reach him. He would smile and instead lean down for you. It felt like it had been hours, even days as time seemed to go slow when you two were lost into each other. But it hadn’t been more than 5 mins you guessed

Yoongi broke the kiss and left a peck on the side of your lips before moving towards your jaw. He left a trail of kisses up until he reached your ear.

“I need to go downstairs. Jin hyung wanted to talk I told him to wait” he whispered while placing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You should go then,” you said placing a hand on his chest. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his cheek.

“I don’t want to”

“Then don’t..Don’t go Min Yoongi.”

“Don’t say it like that. If you say it like that i won’t ever leave this room. and i won’t let you leave either”

“Just go-” you said while holding in a smile. He nodded and placed a long kiss on your forehead before turning around and leaving the room in a hurry.

You stood in that dark corner for a long time, wondering if you did pull him to the other side or inevitably got dragged along.

The place looks dustier than the last time, Jin thought to himself as he sat on the sofa, near the small dining area all alone. Last time they were here was about 6 years ago. When they still kids or at least some would say. Yoongi was 16, Namjoon was 15 and Jin was 17. Back then, things were much less complicated. They weren’t easier, there was never an easy time in their lives and yet Jin missed being 17. Back then, Yoongi wasn’t such a brute and Namjoon wasn’t such a vile person and Jin.. Back then Jin used to think things in the future would eventually turn out well. That one day they would all live a happy carefree life, Jin even wanted to get a real job and have his own family. Except, that never happened and now here he’s, sitting all alone in some run down motel, wondering, if his home is even home anymore.

“Yun died 2years ago,” Jin said to Yoongi who stood leaning against the frame of the door. He had been standing there for some time now; all the while Jin’s concentration was on the half empty glass of rum in his hands. He finally averted his gaze to Yoongi and smiled.

“His son takes care of this place now. Do you remember him? His name is Sung. He was our age. Super tanned and chubby, he always wanted to hang out with us but Namjoon would never let him” Yoongi walked towards his hyung who looked piss drunk now. Jin could never handle his drinks well, one or two shots would knock him out and here he had finished half a bottle of rum. The pink glow spreading across his cheeks was another evidence of it.

“He was the one who helped you with the bandages. He didn’t even remember me- can you believe it- maybe it’s because I got more handsome”

“Hyung stop drinking that’s enough” Yoongi snatched the glass away from his hand and placed it on the table.

“yah..” Jin looked at his empty hand then at Yoongi “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?

“Look at yourself.”

“Says the guy who looks like a mummy right now. Have you looked at your face even once, what did he hit you with? A letter box?” Jin laughed. Yoongi threw the glass of rum across the room.

“Do you think I fucking care about how I look right now? HUH?”

“Oi,” Jin looked up at Yoongi with a piercing gaze “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking too, huh?”  Yoongi scoffed when Jin tried to get up but wobbled on his feet and fell back on the sofa

“Get a grip on yourself hyung,” Yoongi said before turning around but Jin caught his arm.

“You know how it always ends don’t you?” he said letting go of his arm when Yoongi turned to him. “You know it better than anyone else-

“All of us know” Jin leaned back on the sofa and stared above. “Me, Taehyung, Hoseok. We have all been through It. you know everything-”


“You know.. it is going to hurt like death and you wouldn’t be able to breathe when that happens. You would cry and wish for that feeling to end but it won’t end. It will only get worst. Is that what you want?” Yoongi was speechless. “If you’re ready to face that then. Do as you, please. But if not…

“-End it when you still have time. Your father. He’s an asshole, but he’s helping you Yoongi. Send her away. It’s better for both of you and it’s easier too-”

“But I’m not you.” Yoongi replied very nonchalantly “I’m not you and I’m not Taehyung or hoseok, I’m me. I know what I have to do.”

“I’m just trying to-”

 “hyung, Are you even in a position to tell me what to do? Look at yourself- you look fucking pathetic. But I guess you’ve always been like this” Jin looked hurt when Yoongi said that. Yoongi saw it, he regretted it the instance it came out of his mouth, but he couldn’t take it back now.

“Someone like you doesn’t get to tell me what I should and I shouldn’t do. You always do that. Try and drink away the pain. But it remains there, doesn’t it? Do you even know how embarrassing it is to see you like this. It has been 7goddamn years! Get over it already”


She’s dead. Her body is a pile of bones underneath the ground now, that’s what’s left of her, maybe not even that. Her parents have changed names and moved to another city .. they probably live a good happy life now. Maybe they even had another kid, have you been keeping track of them again? You used to do that, didn’t you? And you’re telling me how to live my life.” Yoongi knew, one more word and Jin would be rolling in his own puddle of tears. He didn’t want to say it.. but then he just did-

Bora died because you were weak. You had a weak spine- if you really loved her so much you would’ve stayed by her side. She wanted you to be by her side, you knew how depressed she was and even after knowing that, you left her alone-.. you pushed her away hyung, you did. And she threw herself off that building- ”

Jin jumped up on his feet and grabbed the front of Yoongi’s shirt with his one hand. his Eyes  were red and teary, both in anger and hurt.

“How fucking dare you take her name with your filthy mouth you fuck-”

“How am I the filthy one? You’ve been crying over her death for 6years now, crying over a whore’s death.”

“Min Yoongi, don’t-” Jin warned him.

“There is no lie in it. She was what she was. And you were ashamed of it. If you really loved her.. You would’ve accepted her anyways. But you had too much ego; you couldn’t tell people that you loved a whore. Could you?”

Jin let go of Yoongi with a push and gave him a crooked smiled.

“You don’t even how much I loved her. You think I cared about her work or what she did for a living? I just knew that I loved her. Just like you love y/n”

“I don’t love y/n” Yoongi retorted quickly.

“Yeah? Keep telling yourself that” Jin said sitting back on the sofa tiredly “I think I  know you better than you know yourself Min Yoongi..’’

“You’re wrong. Y/n, she hates me.” Yoongi said now sitting beside Jin. “I know she does. I can tell it so easily”

“She hates you. Do you hate her?” Jin asked turning his head slightly.

“No, not anymore” Yoongi replied and Jin nodded.

“How do you know she still hates you?”

“Why wouldn’t she? After everything I did to her.. I would be the last person on this earth with whom she could fall in love. I think she pities me more than anything. That’s the only affection I have seen in her eyes for me. I don’t know why she pities me, though-”

“Why wouldn’t she pity you? Take a good look in the mirror. Even Namjoon would pity you if he saw you right now” Jin said shifting on his seat a little to lean back more.  

 “But I still look better than you” Yoongi taunted Jin and Jin scoffed in return.

“You look like a tomato that got squashed under the shoes. Don’t compare yourself to me. It’s embarrassing” Yoongi laughed and turned to look at Jin who sat with his arms crossed over his chest and eyes closed.

“I’m Sorry,” Yoongi said in a barely audible voice. But he knew Jin heard it, Even though He didn’t respond. “I shouldn’t have brought her up”

“I was just angry  …when I saw you all drunk.. if you act like a drunk moron right now then, who am I supposed to look up to?” Jin opened his eyes and stared at Yoongi who had turned away.

“Hyung, I’m on a verge of falling apart and I’m scared… You know that” Yoongi sounded glum. “If that happens and you’re not there. I’ll be completely lost” Yoongi got up from the sofa and turned his head to look at Jin and smiled

“Can I ask you something hyung?”  Jin nodded.

“If I’m ever lost.. Find me, would you? When I’m too far gone- look for me- please” he didn’t even wait for a reply and started walking towards the door and disappeared from Jin’s sight in an instance.

“I’ll find you Yoongi,” Jin said to himself before closing his eyes and drifting away.

You were still picking up the shards of the broken lamp from the floor one by one when you heard a soft click and the door opened slowly with a creak sound. Min Yoongi entered, looked around for you. His eyes scanned the whole room until he found you on the floor, in the kneeling down, picking up the glass pieces.

“You don’t have to do that” he walked towards you and crouched down to your position. “Leave it. Someone else will clean it”

“I thought it would be better if I clean it all. It could hurt one of us”

he gave you a hand before getting up. You grabbed his hand and got up from your position. Yoongi placed a kiss on the top of your head and wrapped his arms around your waist while pulling you closer and you two stayed like that for for a minute or two. Just wrapped around each other, without saying a word, in complete silence.

“Are you tired?” you asked with your head pressed against his chest. He nodded above you.

“Then we should just sleep” you mumbled and Yoongi moved his head again.

“Just a little more” he whispered in your hair “I just want to hold you for some time”

“Yoongi..What happens after tomorrow?” you asked but Yoongi didn’t reply.


“I don’t know..” he said sleepily “I wish I did”

“Can I tell you something?” Yoongi asked and you nodded.

“I used to hate you,” he said, but you weren’t surprised. You knew that. “But not anymore..”

You backed away to look at his face-

“I don’t hate you anymore,” he said with his one hand on your cheek as his thumb outlined the puffiness under your eyes.

“What? Why are you telling me this right now. You don’t actually-”

“No, I don’t. I don’t love you y/n” you didn’t love Min Yoongi either. You could never love him, even if you wanted to. But then, why did it sting a little when he said that.

“Why do you look so disappointed?” he said and you realized he was right, you were frowning. “You feel the same way right?”

“Of course,” you said immediately looking away.

“I don’t think I can ever love you,” he said in an apologetic tone. “And I know you feel the same way. What I did to you- you’re here because of me. I did wrong to you y/n and I promise I’ll make it right. You just have to trust me, I-”

“Why are you telling me all of this right now?” you cut in-between his rambling. 

“I.. have to because- I just needed to tell you something important” he stammered his way through the sentence. Yoongi Looked away from your Face, avoiding eye contact.

“What did you want to tell me?” you asked, a little scared of his odd behavior.

“You have to promise me you’ll trust me,” he said cupping your cheeks with his hands.

“You’re scaring me. What is it?”

“I’ll make it okay, I promise-”

“Just tell me Yoongi-”

“Okay, umm..You remember father, he said he was going to send to the workhouse day after tomorrow.”

“Yes,” you said taking in a deep breath.

“And you remember he mentioned a woman named Hani?”

“What about her?” you asked still confused where this was going.

“Y/n…” he paused. It looked like he was having an inner conflict with himself “Hani.. she’s.. Hani is a madam.. in a brothel”.

A dull booming noise inside your chest, it startled you, but not too much.

“she is the madam of the workhouse”

Boom. Boom.

This time, it was louder. Much louder than the last time.

“I told you father doesn’t just kill people. I had warned you… But trust me I’m going to get you out of there y/n”

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Louder and louder, the noise keeps getting louder. You felt something warm on your cheek and realized it was a drop of tear.

“Y/n, I promise you I’m going to get you out of there.”

The booming noise inside your chest was your heart. It wanted to jump out, it wanted to run away. It wanted to be free, just like you did. It wanted the hurting to stop, just like you did.

“Y/n.. I’m so sorry..” an apology that came a little too late.

“Y/n please say something-” a loud PAAATTT!  Your hand whipped across his already bruised cheek so hard, only the sound of skin hitting skin echoed through the dark silent room. Your hand was vibrating, you felt a slight sting, and your palm was glowing red just like the imprint you left on his cheek. It must’ve hurt because his one hand slow crept onto his burning cheek and stayed there; His head was tilted to the other side as he wouldn’t dare to look you in the eye. Tears started welling up in your eyes for reasons you weren’t sure of. Were you crying because you had hit him? Were you crying because you were angry? Were you crying because of the news Min Yoongi had just given to you? 

Worst was the fact that you were remorseful. You shouldn’t be, but you were.

“..I’m sorry,” you said in a mocking tone As if making fun of his apologies.

He didn’t say anything, removed his hand from his cheek slowly and finally looked at you.

“I’ll get you out of there, I promise” you would’ve slapped him again, but you controlled yourself somehow. Gritting your teeth and clenching your fist you held the tears that were threatening to roll down any moment now.

“I’m so sorry y/n” he took a step closer and you took a step back.

“Don’t come near me?” you said without looking at him.

“Look at me once” if you did you would break. So you didn’t, you couldn’t.

“I don’t want to be anywhere near you or around you right now,” you said to him in a calm manner. But he took a step towards you anyways.

“When I said I don’t love you.. it was only because I can’t. Not because I don’t want to. I can’t because I don’t know how to? I can’t because I’m scared I’ll hurt you. Y/n just look at me once please- ” he begged and you walked past him and started making your way towards the door when he caught your wrist.

“Leave me,” you said with tears running down your cheeks now “Let me go” 

“You feel safe with me and I like being in your company. Even though being around each other has only brought chaos and nothing else. But we still like each other, we crave each other. You know it too..Tell me that isn’t the truth Y/n?  ”

“The truth is Min Yoongi..  That I hate you. I hate you with every fiber in my body. I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HOPE YOU DIE AND ROT IN HELL WITH YOUR FATHER. No can ever love someone like you..” You screamed and he surprisingly smiled.

“That’s too cruel.You’re too cruel” Yoongi said while holding your wrist. He still wouldn’t let go of you so you pulled on his hand, which was holding onto you and enclosed your teeth around the skin on his forearm with so much strength you were sure it would draw out blood. You bit into him with full force but he didn’t budge.

“Stop it,” he said so calmly as if it only tickled him. You felt him pressing his body closer to you and his free arm was snaked around your waist. He kissed the crown of your head.

“Stop that and let’s just go to sleep y/n” he said while resting his forehead on your temple “I’m tired…I’m so tired” 

You let go of his arm, placed your head on the spot where your teeth had left the mark and sobbed softly.

Are you hungry? Are you cold? Do you need anything? Should I stay with you? Talk to me y/n, say something at least.

Min Yoongi asked a lot of questions. You always thought he wasn’t much of a talker, but he proved you wrong, yet again. Every 5 mins he was prancing around the room restlessly, he would come in and then go out. Sometimes he would sit on the bed, sometimes he would sit on the chair. He sat beside you while keeping a safe distance between both of you.  You sat on the floor, with your knees pressed to your chest and head resting above it. He tried to talk to you, but you wouldn’t even look at him.

“You can sleep on the bed,” said Yoongi who was sitting right beside you now. “I’ll sleep in the other room”.

.. Yoongi got up and quietly dragged his feet across the  floor; you heard the door opening and closing and then complete silence. The room was dark, with not even the moonlight passing in through the window.  After Yoongi left, you lifted yourself up from the floor and walked towards the door, locked it from inside and just stood there and cried.

The hallway was dim and awfully silent; He noticed the once bright blue paint on the wall now looked faded and was starting to fall off, most of the rooms in the motel were vacant and the queer feeling of loneliness was settling in, this place felt too ominous. Yoongi walked a distance, before tiredly leaning against the wall and sitting on the floor. He sighed and took out the pack of cigarette that he had in his jeans pocket, thankfully this time he had a lighter too. The truth was, Yoongi hated smoking, he hated the smell tobacco, hated the feeling of smoke and tar seeping inside his lungs. Honestly, he never understood how someone could enjoy it but then again people really didn’t smoke for enjoyment. People smoked for relief, just like they drink to forget. Time and again, when it felt like his world was crumbling down and nothing would ever be alright, a drag or two wasn’t much harmful. 

He placed one between his teeth; the lighter flicked and he lit it, took a long drag before puffing out a cloud of smoke and watched it disappear in front of him. And then another drag and then another one. Long after, only the butt of cigarette remained between his fingers. He got up, put the pack in this back pocket again and flicked the remaining cigarette on the floor and stepped on it. He started walking towards his new room when something stopped him. He froze right there and then; unmoving and unflinching. A deep distance memory of this place started playing in his head.


He vaguely remembers her face. The only thing he remembers clearly about her is that she had a bright smile. He remembers how she had smiled seeing Yoongi the first time and said that she always wanted a little brother like him. Jin hyung had once brought her here with him. That day He had told Yoongi that he loved her. But he had to leave her, that he no other choice. That day, he had cried a lot. That was 6years ago, the last time Jin, Namjoon, and Yoongi had stepped foot in this place… He remembers it like yesterday, bora storming out the motel in a hurry, Namjoon was passed out drunk and Jin had locked himself up in the bathroom.

That was the last time he ever saw Jin and bora together because two days later she had jumped from the building where she used to work.

Strange enough, Jin hyung didn’t shed a tear when he had heard the news. He just completely isolated himself for a week by locking himself in his own room. Yoongi never questioned him, because he didn’t understand. A week later he came out as if nothing ever happened. And they never talked about it. But the question was always in the back of his head: Could she have been saved?

Yoongi didn’t know why he did it but without a second thought he whirled on his heels and started walking towards your room. And in a blink, he was standing in front of your door again.

Knock at least, one side of his brain told him. Don’t knock! Just go back, the other side said. He contemplated for a second and in the ended, decided to not listen to any one of them. His hand went straight for the door knob and he turned it slowly.

“It’s locked” Yoongi breathed. He placed his one ear on the door and listened. Nothing. It was too quiet. Too damn quiet. Maybe you’re sleeping, he said to himself.

Why did he say ‘Maybe’?

He knocked on the door. At first, it was a light knock. Then he knocked a little louder. After knocking several times he started banging on the door while screaming your name.

“Y/N! Open the door” he yelled while furiously turning the door knob with his one hand and the other one still hitting the door.

“Y/N!” he screamed your name again and again and again, what were you doing?

In a frenzy, he even kicked the door several times, hit his body against it, and looked around for an object that could somehow break the door handle. But all efforts were futile.

“Y/n, open the door. Please-” Yoongi pleaded. “If you’re thinking about doing it.. then Stop. Just stop” and then he heard shuffling from inside. You moved, he could hear you moving closer to the door.

“I know you’re listening to me. Open the door once and talk to me” Yoongi said turning the door knob again but there was no reply.

“Go away..” he heard from the other side, after a long silence. “I don’t want to see you ever again.”

“I know,” he said with his forehead against the door “I know, I know you hate me. You have a right to hate me. But please, just see me once. I just want to make sure you’re okay”

“Why?” You yelled at him in a shaky and he could tell you were crying “haven’t you done enough? Why didn’t you just kill me with Yungjae that day? It would’ve been better.. None of this would’ve happened if I was dead. Ever since that day, I just want to die Min Yoongi. That’s all I ever think about, all the time… how much better it would’ve been if you had killed me. I just want to be dead”

“I know how you feel”

“No, you don’t. How could you? You don’t know anything…”

“I know Because I feel the same. For last 10years, that’s all I ever wanted, that’s all I ever wished for.” You moved closer to the door. “I didn’t choose this life y/n. I never wanted to become this person. Sometimes I don’t even recognize the person standing in front of the mirror. I’m scared of looking at myself. I don’t hate my father y/n or Namjoon as a matter of fact. I envy them because they don’t feel anything inside. I wish I was the same… I want to stop feeling and I want to stop the hurting… so don’t you dare say shit like that.  You’re not the only person suffering here..”

He could already see you standing in front of him, even with the door separating you two, you were right there. He placed his palm on the wooden surface and felt you doing the same.

“You’re wrong” he heard you “You’re wrong Min Yoongi. You’re not supposed to envy someone like Namjoon.. It’s not wrong to feel.. Feeling something is just a reminder that… We’re still human.. That we still have something left inside of us”

Yoongi heard the click on the other side and the doorknob turned slowly. The door opened and you peeked at him through the half-opened door, not allowing him to see you completely.  

“I wasn’t going to kill myself. I would never do that, you’re an idiot if you think I would do something like that” Yoongi took a sigh of relief.

“Then why didn’t you open the damn door when I asked you too? I thought you-”

“You started banging on the door like a crazy person you idiot.. I got scared..” 

“..I’m an idiot” he smiled “That I’m..”

Yoongi pushed himself inside and before you could protest he was crushing you in a big hug.

“I’m an idiot. I’m so sorry” he mumbled and kissed the top of your head. “I’m sorry”

“Don’t smoke” you nose had caught the whiff of it the minute he was inside the room. He loosened his grip and looked down at you “If you smoke again I won’t ever kiss you” you pressed your lips against his; he closed his eyes and placed his one hand on the side of your neck and kissing you back and before you knew it you were getting  backed onto the bed. You back lay flat on the bed while Yoongi hovered over you. 

 “Let’s go,” you said breaking the kiss and placing your one hand on his cheek.

“Where?” he asked with small smile “Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere” you replied and sat up straight so you were straddling his lap. His back was against the headboard of the bed and both hands on your waist. “Let’s just go, Yoongi. You and I, let’s run away, far far away from here. Just me and you.. please. We could be free.. we could go anywhere, anyplace.”

 “It’s not that easy,” he said with a sad smile “i don’t have anything right now. Everything I own, everything I had, is under Namjoons control. Hoseok and Jimin are hiding; I don’t know where Taehyung is. Jin isn’t really the type who prefers bloodshed. I really lost this time. I lost to Namjoon-”

“No you didn’t,” you said holding his face and looking him straight in the eyes “it wasn’t his to take. It was yours. Everything is yours Min Yoongi. And you need to take back what is yours.  You need to reclaim what is truly yours. No matter What it takes..”

“I don’t know how to-”

“Take control.” You reminded him “remember when you came for me at Namjoon’s place. You were in control Min Yoongi, you had power. If you let your father control you.. You’re just a puppet that he uses and throws away at will. Is that what you want to be all your life? do you want to lose everything to Namjoon?”

He switched the position quick so you were lying on the bed again, he held your both hands on your either side, pinning you under him.

“No” he growled, “I’m not going to let anyone control me.”

“Good. That’s good.” you said smiling “Take control of this world Min Yoongi, it’s all yours to take”

“I want back what is mine. I’ll take everything back from Namjoon. Everything he ever took.. Everything is mine”


Everything..” he repeated getting closer “Even you.. You’re mine and only mine

“I’m yours Min Yoongi"

if that is what it takes for you to survive in this world, then you wouldn’t mind getting pulled along with him.

A/n: Thank you for sticking around till the end. I hope you’re having a wonderful jolly good day. Tell me if you liked it! I hope you did. Take care.

Love, Ri ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)