where he makes me wish i was the floor

The Office

AN//: hello dis is 4u. I made it. special thx to my friend @rogueimagination for givin me writing advice and givin me da courage 2 post. plss let me kno what u think !!! much love <3

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien + Reader

Word Count: 3364

Warnings: Swearing

Originally posted by fandoms-always

Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien


“I guess what I’m saying is… we should see other people.”

I bit my lip hard and held back tears. A million thoughts ran through my head at once, but nothing seemed to make sense. Weren’t we happy together? I guess not. Because here I am, getting dumped.

What did I do? Why doesn’t he like me anymore? Did he even like me to begin with? There must be another girl. No, he would never cheat.

I lifted the corners of my lips as much as I could without falling apart.

“Yes, I think that would be best too,” I lied. Not wanting to look pathetic by overreacting and breaking down, but also wanting to get the hell out of here as fast as possible.

I turned away but found myself glancing back at him one last time.

“Goodbye Dylan.”

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Keep my hat

Shipping:Carl x Reader
*SPOILERS FROM THE FINALE*

12 HOURS EARLIER
,,You really need to cut your hair.“-Y/N laughed
,,Why?”-he said
,,It makes it impossible for us to cuddle.
They were laying down on the floor,because Negan took everything.Y/N buried her head in his chest and his shirt.

,,I wish we could stay like this forever and just…Never grow up or worry about things.“-Carl said
,,This could be our last day on earth,or just a begining.”-Y/N said
,,Let’s hope it’s the second one.“-he said kissing me on the forehead.

,,I have to go.”-He said getting up
,,Where?“-to set the things up,for Negans arrival…Last one I hope.”

PRESENT:

Y/N was kneeling down,next to Rick and Carl.
The Saviors pointed the guns at us,made us watch how Alexandria was falling apart.

Y/N POV:

I was completly zoned out,unable to hear other voices.

I saw Rick yelling at Negan,Negan laughing,Carl looking concerned.

I snaped out of it as soon as I saw Negan pulling Lucille closer to Carl’s head.

I knew I was helpless.It tore me apart,the fact that I couldn’t help Carl at all.

Negan threw his hat and landed next to me,I grabbed it.His smell made me calm.

Negan was about to swing Lucille,when one of his Saviors was attacked…by a tiger.

In shock,I ran.I knew it was Shiva,but I was too afraid.

Carl and Rick grabbed the nearest guns.Even Maggie came with her group.

I put on Carl’s hat and grabbed a gun.

Once I saw Carl standing behind a house,safe,I ran into his embrace.

,,I’m so glad you’re alive.“-I said kissing him
,,Me too.”-he said

,,Maggie needs help.There are a lot of walkers by the gate,they are getting in.“-he said

,,I’m on it.”

Maggie and her group was struggling with walkers.

Rick and Carl found Michonne safe and alive.

CARL’S POV:

After everything was cleared,Carl went looking for people.Making sure everyone was okay.

,,Hey,has anyone seen Y/N?“
,,No,Carl.Sorry.”-Maggie said

Carol was cleaning out the walkers with Morgan.

,,Carl!“-Carol yelled

Carl ran over to her to see Sasha taking a bite out of Y/N

Y/N was just about to turn.She was already half eaten…Still wearing Carl’s hat.

,,No…No…”-Carl kneeled down to Y/N dead body.

He started panicking,pulling his hair out,screaming.

He laid down next to her.5 minutes passed,Carl’s eyes were full of tears,just like his cheeks.

He heard Y/N growl.

His hands were shivering and shaking,he heavily brathed,before he landed his knife into Y/N’s head.

He looked at her and said:,,You can keep the hat.“

All My Idols Ch 29: Left Behind

“Are you ready?” Seungri yells over the speakers, deafening a few people with his energetic voice. I chuckle from my spot at the bar, sipping my drink while he has the time of his life. The club is completely packed with screaming people dancing like fools on the floor. I honestly want to join the crowd in their drunken stupors but someone has to stay sober to watch Seungri other wise things will get crazy. Regret on not allowing the others to come slowly fills me as I watch Ri make his way from the DJ booth back to me, downing shot after shot that was offered to him. I set my drink down, this one is enough for me I guess. “Are you ready to try a little dancing?”

I shake my head, “I’m not dancing with you Oppa, you would make feel ashamed for even standing next to you.”

“Come on,” He whines pulling by my hands. “I promise to be gentle with you.”

“Okay, but if you mess my ankle you are going to be the one explaining it to the others and anyone else who asks.”

He nods eagerly, “Whatever it takes!”

I sigh but push myself up from my seat and follow him onto the packed dance floor. It’s been too long since I’ve been to a club and tired to dance sober. The movements don’t come easily and with Seungri holding on to me, moving like the dancer he is. He senses my distress and can easily figure out what is wrong, he reaches behind me and catches a waitress passing through the crowd. I scoff as he grabs as many shots as he can. He manages to get three in each hand, offering a hand full to me.

“You look like you need some dancing juice,” He urges me to take one.

“Oppa, I’m the sober one, remember?” I yell in his ear over the music.

“We don’t need a sober one, you’ve got me, I’ve got you, sober or trashed, we will take care of each other, right?”

I know I should disagree but I haven’t been able to have fun with Seungri for a long time, I smile and take the shots, “I’ve got you.”

“Woo!” We shout together downing the shots. It doesn’t take much to get the warm feeling in my belly, my body starts to loosen up. I unwind my shoulders and slowly get my hips moving to the beat.

“That’s my girl,” Seungri moves behind me, his hands find my hips and he pulls me close so our bodies are pressed tightly together. I laugh when he grabs my hand and spins me out away from him before pulling me back to where I began. His arm now rests against my bare stomach, still holding my hand and I assume to keep me from getting away. Others around us begin moving the same as time flies by, their hips swing like ours, arms above their heads as they let the music and crowd take control of where their body goes. The crowd seems to get thicker and the grinding of bodies more intense. I feel every detail of Seungri’s body pressed up against my back, I can imagine the guy in front of me feels the same but he doesn’t seem to mind at all.

He spins around, a cocky grin on his face when he lays his eyes on me, completely forgetting the girl he was grinding on a moment ago. The moment his hands reach for me Seungri pushes the guy away with so much force that the man knocks over the girl behind him along with another man. The blonde man holding me flips me around so we are pressed chest to, his leg in between mine and mine in between his, still moving together. His arm now resting along my shoulders, my face is pressed against his shoulder, for a brief moment I think it’s to console me for the almost groping he stopped but I’m wrong. A string of cuss words leaves his mouth, surprising me and scaring away the stranger.

I stiffen in his hold, my hands rest against his chest, confused on what I should do. I’ve never seen Seungri actually mad, I’m hoping it’s just the alcohol in his system taking over making his usual child like personality more amplified. But when I push away and see his face I see that yet again, I’m wrong. His face is set in stone, angry features carved in, scaring away anyone that would try to come up behind me.

“Oppa?” I say, worried.

He looks down at me, dropping the scary face for a moment, “Sorry Charlie, I just don’t want anyone trying to feel you up or something.”

“Maybe we should go, I don’t want to ruin the good night we had with you getting into a fight.”

He is about to argue when he looks at his watch, “Shit it’s past two already, we’ve been dancing for almost two hours. I guess we could go sit down and hang out for a little while, I don’t want to bring you back yet.”

I know I should tell him to bring me back to the hotel but I feel guilty, “Of course Oppa, let s find a nice booth and sit down.” He eagerly leads me away from the crowd to the VIP area behind one of those velvet ropes. Seungri takes me up the horribly lit stairs, sweetly making sure I don’t trip on the steps, and quickly finds a booth that looks over the dance floor..

“You sit down and rest, I’m going to run down to the bar to grab us some drinks and say hi to a friend I noticed,” He yells in my ear.

I nod and scoot into the half circle booth. He disappears the way we came from for a moment before popping out back on the dance floor. I watch as he approaches the bar and a pretty Asian woman I’ve never seen before. He places his hand on her lower back and smiles at her, obviously hitting on her. She turns to him, a scowl obvious on her beautiful face even in the darkness. Her eyes scan the dance floor, she gestures in the direction of where we had been dancing and huffs. With her hands on her hips it’s easy to tell that she’s upset about something and I feel like it has something to do with me. He caresses her arm and gives her another smile, of course she caves, who could say no to Seungri’s handsome smile. A snicker escapes my lips.

“Did he just use me to make a girl jealous?” I wonder to myself. “I wish he would have told me, I would have made more of an effort.” I watch bored as they flirt back and forth for a few minutes, I’m surprised when he actually orders something from the bartender, maybe he hasn’t forgotten about me. To be honest I would only be upset that he is trying to pick up women because of how big of he deal he made about us getting our own night out. Seunghyun almost murdered him because of all of his whining, I agreed to avoid blood shed and because he is right. We haven’t been able to go out to lunch or dinner or have a night in since I went public, I’ve missed his energy even though I see him at home, it’s different when it’s just the two of us.

His childish personality is still there but with a hint of maturity when he pays for meals or little trinkets he buys me. I love seeing the confidence on his face when I hide behind him during a scary movie or when I rest my head on his shoulder. I love how little things like that make him feel so good. I watch on with a small smile as he flirts and flaunts his stuff, no longer feeling abandoned, just happy that he is having fun.

I don’t notice the three men creeping up on my booth, drinks in hand, lost in their own conversation, just trying to find an empty table. Instead the familiar men find me, “Charlie?”

I snap out of my daze and scan the three men, one who has since changed out of his fancy suit, “Oppas?”

Tao beams at me, “What are you doing here all by yourself? Can we join you?” He looks about ready to jump in the booth before the others have a chance to take the spot on either side of me.

“I’m with Seungri oppa, he went to get drinks but he got distracted by an old friend,” I point down at the bar where Seungri is now sipping on a drink with the woman.

“She’s a model,” Kris notes studying the woman, “I can’t think of her name but she’s pretty popular.”

“Ooo,” I click my tongue once again, “Get it Oppa,” I cheer from where I sit.

“So you two aren’t dating or anything?” Luhan asks with his brows up.

“I’m completely single,” I clarify.

“Does that mean these seats are open?” Tao asks again.

“Tao,” Kris elbows his young friend, “Could we keep you company until your friend returns?”

I hum, eyeing Seungri once more, deciding he is so focused on the beauty in front of him he would be distracted long enough for me to talk to my new friends, “Yes.”

That is all Tao needed to fly into the booth, basically sitting on my lap when he lands, “I was hoping we would run into you again!”

“Me too,” Luhan hums taking the spot on my other side while Kris slides in next to Tao.

In my buzzed state of mind I eye up Tao and voice something that occurred to me earlier, “You are a lot different than I expected.”

He cocks his head, his smile fades, “What do you mean?”

“Not anything bad, you are just a lot cuter. I had this idea in my head that you were this cool guy with a badass attitude, but you are really cute,” I smile at him.

“Well, I am a badass,” He points out as he lowers his voice an octave and straightens his voice.

“Yea, sure you are,” I laugh.

“Could I get you anything to drink?” Kris offers, “Since your other drink will be a moment.”

“Ah, sure, but remember boys, the minute Seungri oppa shows up you gotta go, it’s our night tonight,” I remind them.

They nod, “Of course.”

We talk for awhile, a lot longer than I thought we would, not that I mind it’s just that I was expecting Seungri to return before Kris did with my first drink, but no. It’s been twenty five minutes exactly, I give him more and more time because he seems to be enjoying talking to his friend but when I look down for him, like I’ve been doing every couple minutes, he is gone. I wait a few more, maybe he’s coming up the stair, but nothing. Worry settles in the pit of my stomach. I pull out my phone and text him.

“Is something wrong?” Luhan wonders when I don’t answer one of his questions.

“Seungri oppa should have been back by now, I can’t see him and it’s getting late,” I stare at my phone impatiently.

“Seungri walked out with that model a few minutes ago,” Kris tells me.

“What?”

He repeats himself but it doesn’t make anymore sense than it did the first time.

“That’s impossible, it’s our night out tonight, he wouldn’t just leave me here,” That feeling of abandonment settles in my stomach, replacing my worry, making me feel sick. I quickly dial his number and hold the phone to my ear. He doesn’t answer the first time, worry returns until he answers my second call.

“What?” He snaps in a tone he’s never used with me.

“Oppa?” I question for a moment, not believing it’s actually him.

“I said what.”

“Where did you go? You went for our drinks and never came back.”

“Yea, took you a half hour to figure it out? I’m not surprised,” A slur is obvious in his voice. “You had someone new to talk to, like always, it’s not like it mattered that I was gone, some body filled my empty seat. Pretty quick I might add.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snap, any worry I have gone.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?” He actually yells back at me. I take the phone away from my ear and stare down at it, questioning if I called the right person but his name glows on my phone with a picture of us in the background hugging and smiling.

“Oppa, are you okay? Is something wrong? Did I do something to make you upset?” I whimper out, tears pricking my eyes.

“Yes! You keep adding more and more people, like we aren’t enough for you, you have to be friends with everyone! You can find your own way home right?” He doesn’t even give me a chance to respond, “Yes! Of course you can, you are the princess! Everyone loves you and you have to love everyone in return! It’s fine, it’s not like I care,” He hangs up. I pause there for a moment, completely dumbstruck.

“Charlie?” Luhan places a hand on my shoulder when a tear falls down my cheek.

“What happened?” Tao worries.

Kris leans in as well, “Are you okay?”

I gulp and set my phone down, turning it off in the process, “I’m fine,” I lie.

“You are crying, you are obviously not okay, where did Seungri go? Do we need to find him?” Kris quickly offers.

“Do you want to know what I actually really need?”

They all nod.

“Shots.”

“What?”

“I was just told by one of my closest friends that he is mad at me because he thinks I’m replacing him or that he isn’t enough for me and I don’t want to deal with his upset drunk ass at our hotel right now and if I wake up the others they will cause a scene, I don’t want to deal with that,” I explain with a heart breaking smile.

“This won’t solve anything,” Luhan tells me, pulling my drink away from me.

“You are very right,” I acknowledge, “But I’m not looking to solve the problem, I’m planning on drinking until I forget that I’m mad or that I don’t care about what happens when I go back. You don’t have to stay and watch me be sad, feel free to go, I promise to be more fun and happy next time we meet.”

“I have no where to be, so hope you are ready for a good time,” Tao swipes my drink away from the older and offers it back to me with a smile.


Two Hours Later

I barely manage to open the room door but once I do I kick it open with one of my wobbly legs. My fog filled mind keeps me on a nice high until I see a familiar figure passed out on the couch. Memories from a few hours ago come into my mind, Seungri leaving me basically alone at a bar, decently buzzed and in a forgien country where I barely speak the language. His harsh drunken words and my heart feels heavy again with both anger and sadness. How could he have just left me? No matter how angry he is we promised each other, we got each other.

I drop my heels that I’ve been carrying since Luhan had sweetly dropped me off at the front of the hotel, “Oppa!” I half cry and yell. Tears are streaming down my face as I let the slam behind me. “Oppa!” In drunken anger I chuck my phone at him with all my might, hitting him on the back, waking him enough to roll off the couch and onto the marble floor.

“Ah!” He groans.

“You asshole!” I snarl, “You fucking left me!”

“Charlie?” Youngbae shuffles into the living room in a pair of sweat pants and no shirt. Daesung is on his heels in the same attire. Both of them squinting in the darkness. The older flips on the lights scanning both Seungri and I in the new light.

“What in the world is going on?” Daesung rushes over to me when he sees that I’m crying.

“What the hell?” Seungri groans as he sits back on his ass, his eyes still closed.

“I was going to ask you that,” Youngbae nudges the youngest with his foot.

“I was passed out when Charlie stormed in and stared fucking bawling.”

There is a brief moment of silence before the older kicks him on to his back a bit less gentle than before, “Why the hell were you passed out on the couch when she is just getting home?” Youngbae snarls.

“Umm…” Seungri’s voice is shaky as he tries to sit back up but is stopped by the older’s foot.

“You have five seconds to answer me before I wake up Jiyong and Seunghyun.”

“He left me!” I snap, still crying against Daesung’s shoulder.

Seungri scrambles away from Youngbae and puts the other couch in between them. But from the look the older is giving him I don’t think God himself could protect him.

“You left her?” Daesung repeats.

“It’s not like I just abandoned her!” He tries to defend himself, “I left her with those boys who left EXO.”

“You left her with three men we don’t know when she was drunk?”

“You guys are making it so much worse than it is! It’s not like anyone would hurt her, she’s the princess after all. Everyone loves her!” He spits.

“You’re right she is the princess, which means she has fans just like us, fans that could try and take her because they love her so much. It also means there are crazy stalker fans who don’t like her because she is the princess. Do you have any idea of what could have happened to her if she didn’t have someone watching her? She could have gotten lost in a foreign country, she could have gotten into a really bad situation because of some petty reason.”

“How do you know it’s petty? Maybe she did something wrong!”

Youngbae scoffs, “Okay, what did she do to make you leave her?”

The youngest puffs his pink cheeks, tears beginning to form in his own eyes, “She made new friends on our special night out!”

Youngbae pause for a brief moment before sighing, “I’m getting the others.”


I’m feeling better today! Incase you didn’t see, I was sick for a few days so that’s why I haven’t been posting. I have to work tomorrow so I don’t know if I’ll have much energy to write when I get off but I promise one on Thursday work and a long nap! Have a good night!

anonymous asked:

Cuddling RobStar is always a good one, just nothing to sad/heavy/serious. But anything you write will be amazing ❤️💜 ( this is in terms of the one shot)

I’m sorry this took so long, anon! I really wasn’t expecting any prompts, but I saved it so that I could respond eventually. Here it is! Have some angsty RobStar for your feels, today!


It started when Beast Boy had accidentally rented the wrong movie on movie night.

Cyborg had insisted on Mega Mutants Volume 3, while Beast Boy was more in the mood for classic horror such as The Thing. The two winded up fighting over the converter as Robin, Starfire and Raven watched on helplessly from their spot on the couch.

As the two teens continuously flicked back and forth between titles, eventually, Beast Boy hit the purchase button on a movie neither of them had intended; a sappy, romantic comedy.

Everyone’s expressions blanched as they stared at the offending television screen, where the unwanted movie had started to play, along with a happy, musical tune.

“Aw, dude! Look what you made me do!” Beast Boy cried out despairingly, throwing the controller at his cybernetic friend in exasperation.

Me?! This is your fault!” Cyborg angrily protested.

“You’re the one who just ruined movie night, tin can!”

“What did you call me?!”

It went on like this for several minutes more before Robin and Raven both decided to intervene when they couldn’t take anymore.

“Whoever doesn’t want to watch the movie can leave. As of right now, we’re stuck with…whatever this is, so. Make do, or find something else to occupy your time with,” Robin ordered, standing between the two arguing Titans.

Beast Boy pouted, but Raven used her powers to swiftly confiscate the remote before he attempted to purchase a different film for the night. “Robin’s right. We can’t afford to squander money over such pettiness,” she reaffirmed.

Starfire looked about in confusion. “Friends, what is wrong with the film of love and humor? Do you not enjoy such tales?” She looked about the room, dejected.

Robin spared her a sympathetic look before shrugging. “Sorry, Star. I’ve got some work I need to look into for the Justice League. Maybe another night?”

Cyborg stood up then as well, a scowl on his human features. “I just remembered I have to tune up the T-car,” he said dryly.

As the two Titans left the room, Starfire couldn’t help but give Raven a glum look, begging the empath not to leave despite having put up her hood.

“Friend Raven, will you not stay and enjoy our picture night?”

The empath, in response, spared Beast Boy a curious look, the changeling having sullenly fallen into the red sofa like a blade of grass, his arms folded over his chest as he stared blankly at the screen. “Uh…I’d love to, Star, but I have to meditate…,” Raven stammered uneasily.

“Can you not leave the meditating for after the night of movies?” Starfire pleaded, clasping her fingers together in front of her while treating Raven with a doe-eyed expression.

Even Beast Boy had to smirk at Raven’s unseemly predicament; no one outlasted Starfire’s puppy dog eyes, and it probably gave Beast Boy’s actual puppy dog a run for his money.

Reluctantly, and with a heavy sigh, the empath plopped back down onto the couch, as Starfire squealed with delight and proceeded to turn off all the lights in the common room. Much to everyone’s surprise, Beast Boy chose to hang around as well, and the remaining three Titans munched on some popcorn while the film played.

The romcom was as sappy as expected; full of one-liners, and cheesy, romantic notions that were staple of the genre. A classic guy chases beautiful girl because he falls helplessly in love. Nonetheless, Starfire was engrossed. She laughed with the characters, cried with them, and cheered for them, all the while, Raven tried to ignore Beast Boy passing out against her shoulder.

By the time the film had ended, Starfire had painfully come to realize that it was all just Hollywood’s shallow interpretation, and that real life didn’t quite work in such a way, especially in matters of the heart. She found herself thinking about Robin, wondering why everything else was always more important than spending time with her.

Raven seemed to pick up on the alien princess’ worries, and after wiping off some of Beast Boy’s drool from her cloak, she gave Starfire a comforting look. “He’ll come around, you know,” she told her softly, not wishing to admit that she, too, had followed the movie closely despite claiming not to be fond of overused, romantic clichés in film.

“Thank you, Raven,” Starfire smiled at her, and tried to push the more negative thoughts out of her head.

The Tameranean princess greatly disliked making any of her friends worry, but she couldn’t help but feel like her romantic relationship with Robin was always somehow…lacking.

As Raven proceeded to carry Beast Boy to his room using a claw of dark energy, Starfire found herself standing outside of Robin’s office, as if her legs had a mind of their own.

He had told her that he had work to do, that he would be busy with something important, and she knew she ought to have respected his wishes and gone to her bedroom. However, like a magnet, she couldn’t pull away. She floated there, in the darkness of his daunting, metal door, and felt the familiar way in which her heart ached for their leader.

With a drawn out sigh, she finally managed to recover her senses, and made to levitate away when she heard the door hiss open.

Robin seemed caught off guard by her sudden presence as the synthetic light from his computer screens spilled out into the darkness.

“Star! Uh…what are you doing here?” He asked her, somewhat bashful.

It always made her giddy knowing that she could so easily take their no-nonsense leader off guard from time to time.

“I only wished to come see how you were doing. Forgive me for disturbing you,” she muttered stiffly, hugging her bare arms, and looking to the floor.

“How was the movie?” He suddenly asked her, surprisingly pulling her back into the conversation. When she looked up, she noticed that he’d removed his mask; something he only ever did when he was around her.

She was greeted by the sight of his handsome, cobalt blue eyes, warming as they regarded her fondly from across the hall.

“It was…as expected. Beast Boy fell asleep at the part where they make the promise to never leave one another, while Raven was too busy fretting over Beast Boy’s saliva on her cloak without wishing to wake him,” Starfire explained meekly.

Robin raised a single brow, frowning. “Star, I meant to ask what you thought of the movie,” he clarified, the stressed creases around his mouth reappearing.

“Oh, of course. Well, it was good, I suppose…,” she told him, although she didn’t sound very convincing.

Robin picked up on her indecisive tone immediately, and he crossed the distance to better examine the look upon her features. “What didn’t you like?”

Starfire shook her head, long tendrils of flame red hair moving with her.

“I did like it. Only…it was not real, not from what I’ve seen,” she spoke bitterly, unable to hide her contempt on the matter.

Would it kill him to choose her for once? Only once?

“Not real? What are you getting at, Star?”

He was concerned now, and she had his undivided attention.

Perhaps that was why she said what she said, because it was hard to come by moments when Robin only thought of her instead of the rest of the world.

With her hands balled into tight fists at her sides, she found the nerve to speak up. “They are not real because there is no such thing as a promise to never leave, there is no midnight kiss, no chasing through the airports, no fighting and doing the making up, not even the cuddling night after night on the sofa, or forehead kisses. None of it is real, because none of it ever happens. Not here, and most certainly never with you,” she blurted out, her voice quivering despite her tight lidded control.

She was shaking, and if she dared to look up at his face, she was terrified that she’d fall apart, and Tamaraneans never fell apart, certainly for no man.

“Starfire…Kory…,” he whispered her name, reaching out to her with his voice and his hand, but she pulled back, too afraid of what it would do to her if she let him take her in his arms.

No matter how badly she wanted it, she had to stand her ground.

Without another word, Starfire took off to her room, fighting every resilient impulse in her body to turn the other way and succumbing to her only weakness…


Starfire stayed in her room for most of the following day, with frequent visits from her teammates, who were not Robin, inquiring about her well-being, or asking her to join them in various activities. She turned them all down, and claimed that she needed to have ‘the alone time’ while massaging Silkie’s full belly as he dozed peacefully on her bed.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get herself out of the slump she was in. It wasn’t like this was anything new with Robin; he was always consumed by his work, especially if it concerned his great mentor.

Yet, for some unforeseeable reason, it had finally gotten to her.

Sure, she knew he cared for her deeply, he’d proven that time and time again. For a while, it had even been enough for her, until he’d start to clam up again and shut her out. They’d be back at square one until he’d work out whatever issues he’d be dealing with, and suddenly, he was warm, friendly Robin again.

Shortly put, their relationship was often a roller-coaster ride, where half the time, neither knew what was going on or where the other was.

Eventually, it was bound to wear her down, especially with the constant reminder of what their brand of romance wasn’t.

Starfire skulked about her room like a prisoner, at the mercy of her own thoughts and worries, only coming out to retrieve a snack for herself and Silkie before vanishing again into the darkness without a word. As much as she tried to ignore it, she couldn’t help but seek out the familiar spike of jet black hair, or the infamous Boy Wonder cape from the corner of her eye. She also could not help the feeling of her heart sinking when she realized his absence among her friends.

Starfire, somewhat depressed and feeling remorseful about her harsh words, fell asleep to the worries of ruining her friendship with the Titan leader, her cheek pressed against Silkie’s warm side as she struggled through dreams and nightmares.

She only awoke late in the evening when the lithe, alien creature had waddled out of her grasp to the sound of a slow, persistent knock on her door. Starfire’s head hit her mattress before she realized what had happened.

She sat up on her bed and yawned, stretching her arms out over her head as moonlight filtered in through her windows and cast long shadows along her floor.

That was when she heard it again, the tap tap tap on the metal, certainly no longer a figment of her imagination. Silkie had slithered on over to the door, giving her a sad, lonely yowl to get her attention.

Sighing, the alien princess floated on over to inspect her door, wondering which of her friends it was this time. As she undid the locks, and the gate slid open, she found herself greeted by the sight of…nothing.

There was no one there.

She looked around to see if they’d perhaps made a hasty getaway when she hadn’t responded to the previous knocks, but all she did find was a simple, white envelope sitting on the floor just outside her bedroom entrance. The contrast of crisp, white paper against the dark hallway tiles made it stick out like a sore thumb, and she lifted it up gingerly, wondering where it had come from.

Perhaps it had fallen out of one of her comrade’s pockets?

When she flipped it over, she was surprised to find her name written on it in clean, straight cursive.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she opened the letter, and pulled out the short, typed out note that had been addressed to her.

Starfire,

There’s an important investigation I need your help with, ASAP. Meet me by the sofa, and bring Silkie if you like.

-Robin

She wanted to incinerate the damn thing with her eyes, it made her so angry. She knew she was being irrational, but the note was almost like adding insult to injury, and she couldn’t help that her more childish side beckoned she ignore his plea.

Still, despite the arguments and the frequent tiffs the Titans often got into, their job remained a priority. If the investigation was this crucial, and lives were at stake, Starfire could never forgive herself for opting not to get involved due to personal reasons.

That didn’t mean she had to be happy about it.

In an angry huff, she picked up a surprised Silkie in her arms, and floated out towards the common area, mentally preparing herself for the encounter, whatever it would be.

By the time she’d turned the corner, ready to pick a bone with her arrogant teammate, she was nearly floored by what she found instead.

She saw him first, standing in the dim glow of the candlelight that he’d no doubt borrowed from Raven for the evening. The wide, clear windows of the Tower reflected the wonderful view of the night ocean as the moon and stars twinkled overhead of the bustling city. The only sound was of the crashing waves against the rocks, as well as the gentle flicker of flames licking at the wax. On the sofa, there was a massive blue comforter, and the television screen was turned on to a selection of rentable movies to watch. Robin, taken somewhat off-guard by her appearance, coloured when he stood up wearing only his pajamas, and holding a bottle of red wine. A single ruby red rose sat in the centre of the table in a fancy glass vase.

He scratched at the back of his head, the loose, white t-shirt lifting enough to reveal the strong muscles of his core. His usually carefully gelled hair was now flat and in natural waves atop his head, while his mask lay forgotten on the table.

“I, uh, I know I’m not really good at this, which is probably how you already know it wasn’t entirely my idea, but would you believe me if I said I’d been planning it for a while?” He explained, glancing at her apologetically and looking delectably handsome in the dim ambiance of the room.

When Starfire continued to gawk at him as Silkie wiggled about in her arms, he pressed on while running around the couch to join her. “I’m afraid I have to confess to misleading you, Star. There is no important investigation, or mission from the Justice League, for that matter.”

He took her by the shoulders softly, the palms of his calloused hands gentle and warm against her skin. “I’m sorry, Kory. I know this doesn’t make up for it, but I’m going to try and change your mind about what’s real.” He grinned sheepishly, his straight, white teeth gleaming in the light. “And you know how persistent I can be.”

She couldn’t help but giggle then. “Like a dog with the bone,” she added, her heart swelling with emotion.

Her shift in attitude made his features light up instantly, and he pulled her by the hand towards the sofa, where he’d placed pillows and cushions for their comfort. When she was settled into his strong arms, nestled against his chest beneath the blankets and listening to the steady and strong thrum of his heartbeat, he whispered along her ears, “I can’t exactly chase you through an airport, but I can do the cuddling and kissing part just fine, if you’d like…”

She stared up at him through glassy, luminescent eyes, the green glow pulsing with life. “Will there be forehead kisses, too?”

In response, Robin pressed his lips tenderly against her brow, lingering long enough to inhale the lush, strawberry scent of her hair.

“You bet.”

~FIN

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you do an imagine w/ US or SF Pap, where the s/o is nb & very secure with themself, they embrace their identity & are always encouraging other nb folk. But one day Pap comes home to find them locked in the bathroom sobbing on the floor, & when they calm down enough to talk they quietly admit that sometimes, they feel like a freak & wish that they weren't nb at all. I think I'm on the cusp of one of these days and it's making me really nervous, cuz it gets really bad. Thanks so much!

By the time Stretch realizes you’re in the bathroom, he automatically knows something’s wrong.  He comes in and sits down beside you, calmly listening to your admission, before he reaches out and curls his phalanges around your forearms.  With a light tug, he urges you into his chest, where he can properly wrap his arms around you, one hand rubbing along your back.

“shh, hun.  you know you’re not a freak; you’re the furthest from it.  all you are is yourself, and as long as you’re true to that, it’s all that matters.”  His arms tighten around you, his long legs outstretched on either side of your body.  He presses his teeth to the top of your head in a soothing skeleton kiss.  "you’re you,“ he reiterates, "and it’s you that i care about.”  

He finally loosens his grip enough to pull your face back so his eyelights can lock on your gaze.  His hands move to cradle your cheeks, wiping away the tear tracks with his thumbs.  "you’re strong, you’re a good person, and you always encourage other people to be themselves, too.  don’t ever forget those things, because they’re the things that matter the most of all.“

Coffee Shop Angel

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Jensen Ackles, Ana (ofc - mentioned), reader’s family (mentioned), Jensen’s family (mentioned).

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Warnings: Brief Mention of Alzheimer’s, otherwise just pure fluff. Wait is Jensen singing a warning? I feel like it should be.      

Wordcount: 3500ish

A/N: This is the sixth and last one shot for “Kari’s Fluffy Christmas” and it is inspired Coffee Shop Angel by Dean Brody. I have wanted to write something for this song for a while and now the season was finally right.

This is my entry for @avasmommy224 Christmas Prompts and Gif Challenge. My prompt for her challenge was Holly and the Gif she gave me is the second one used in the fic.

Thanks to the ever amazing @bringmesomepie56 for betaing this for me.

Disclaimer: I know Cliff drives them around in Vancouver but for the sake of this story Jensen is driving himself home from a set.

NO HATE AGAINST DANNEEL. I LOVE HER - THIS IS FICTION. PRETEND SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE

“Goddammit,” Jensen muttered as he tried to see through the windshield of his car. The snow was coming down and Jensen could barely tell the ditches from the road. He had thought for sure once he had reached the small town 20 miles from the woods where they had been filming it would get better. He had been wrong. He still couldn’t see worth a damn, so when he saw the lights on in what appeared to be a small coffeeshop across the road, Jensen parked the car and made a run for it.

Jensen pulled his coat up around his ears and ducked his head down as he ran across the empty street towards the lit store window. Jensen didn’t look up until he grabbed the door handle, and it wouldn’t budge.

CLOSED. The sign in the door was taunting him, and he was about to kick the door in anger when he saw her through the foggy glass door. His heart almost skipped a beat. She was absolutely breathtaking, as her skin all but glowed in the lights from the Christmas tree in the corner.

She was sliding across the floor, seemingly humming to herself, as she put chairs up on the tables. She was dressed in jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt. Her hair was up, but she wasn’t dolled up by any means. She had a quiet grace about her and a natural beauty. Jensen couldn’t stop staring, enjoying the way she smiled to herself as she worked. He forgot all about the cold and snow around him and he just watched, right up until the moment she turned around and their eyes met.

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We’ll Be Fine Pt.3

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

A/N: This is the last part of the request. I’m sorry for taking so long and I’m sorry that the part is so short! Thanks everyone who loved and followed the fic, and thanks to the anon who requested it!

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Bucky stared at the beautiful arc of Tony’s back and how Tony’s muscles flexed and stretched as they were slowly pulled and teased in a new yoga pose.

Bucky had just been coming down to Tony’s lab to ask him they were still on for movie night tonight. He hadn’t been prepared for the lovely image his boyfriend bending his body in such away that it puffed out Tony’s chest and showed off the shadows of faded hickies along Tony’s neck.

Tony slowly and smoothly pulled out from his pose into a new one that showed off his round globes.

Bucky was torn between wanting to touch Tony and to find a chair and watch as his boyfriend contorted his body like a panther. Elegant, graceful, and powerful underneath his lithe frame.

Tony faltered and turned his head, picking up on Bucky’s presence. He smiled. “Hey, Bucky-babe, what are you doing down here? I thought our date wasn’t for a few more hours.” Tony’s smile dropped. He rose to his feet. “I didn’t lose track of time, did I?”

Bucky shook his head and approached Tony. He settled his hands on Tony’s hips, loving the soft yet firm feel of Tony underneath his fingers.

He kissed Tony’s temple. “Nah. Just wanted to make sure we were still on for tonight. I didn’t know you did yoga.”

“Pepper got me into it. Besides, I need to stay in shape if I want to keep up with the rest of you.”

“You keep up fine.” Bucky bent his head so he could playfully nip right where Tony’s jaw and neck met. He hummed as Tony’s breath hitched. “You know, I wish you had told you were interested in yoga.”

“Why? Because it will make me more flexible?” Tony wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Not quite.” Bucky wrapped his arm around Tony’s waist and pushed Tony down to the floor, mindful not let Tony actually fall and hurt himself. With his one arm still around Tony’s waist, he planked himself above Tony. He grinned down at his boyfriend. “I was just thinking we could do couples yoga together.”

Tony raised an eyebrow while wrapping his arms around Bucky’s neck. “Sounds like fun; although, I don’t think this pose is included in couples yoga.” He kissed the corner of Bucky’s mouth.

“We can make up our own poses.”

Tony made a teasing contemplative sound as he peppered a trail of kisses down Bucky’s neck to his clavicle. “I think you’re just coming on to me.”

“Is it working?”

Tony smiled and pecked Bucky on the lips. “Yes.”

The Perks Of Being A Wheelchair-User

Since the age of ten I have used a power wheelchair, a mobility device seen by much of the walking world as rolling pity. A piece of equipment, often stigmatized by society, has allowed me to live my life how I choose. One of the most important lessons I have ever learned, is that my wheels are a positive part of my life, that they represent freedom.

Coming to this understanding however, was not always easy. Early on I fought the idea of needing a chair, in fact, I insisted on walking a year longer than could even be explained medically. Transitioning into a wheelchair seemed like giving up to me at first; in my mind it felt like losing a piece of myself. Looking back I realize that I was ignorant, prejudice even. I had to reject the internalized ableism, I had possessed at the time.

One of the biggest factors that helped me get through this time was the acceptance of my friends. I remember when I first started using a manual wheelchair for longer distances at school, all of my classmates were so receptive and eager to help. After making them take a road course with plastic cones and passing out laminated “driver’s licenses”, I eventually allowed a few of my closest friends to push me around the halls. Often times, children are the most understanding people out there.

I truly started to feel more comfortable when I received my first power wheelchair. As I began to learn the controls of my brand-new blue Jazzy 1120, some of my insecurities started to fade. My world seemed so much brighter when I realized I could now get around fast, very fast. Being able to drive at breakneck speeds with the wind in my hair, made the end of my walking days feel like a relief. When walking became impossible I was not “confined” to a wheelchair, I was freed by it.

For the first few years, I was a bit of a reckless driver to be honest though, crashing into more than a few walls. My father loves to tell to a particularly humorous story from when I was in middle school. One day he was picking me up from school for a doctor’s appointment, as he was signing me out in the office he overheard the principle grumbling to the secretary how the janitor had put a hole in the wall with the floor cleaning machine. When my dad was hooking up my wheelchair in the van, he noticed a fine dusting of sheet-rock on one of my tires where I had accidentally hit a wall, not the janitor (oops).

Reckless driving aside, my wheelchair has given me so many opportunities: I raced around the playground in elementary school, I rolled myself to middle school, I sped through the halls in high-school and now I zip through the Make-A-Wish offices. I have visited new cities, gone to movies, malls, bars and concerts. The very fact that I can move myself around each day, makes me so grateful for this wonderful tool. I have been able to live my life because of those six wheels under me.

For a long time, I had held the mantra: “I am in a wheelchair; it is not who I am, it is just how I get around.” For many years I lived by these words, distancing my chair from my identity. Lately my thoughts have shifted and I feel that the statement does not suit me any longer, I now realize that I do not want the fact that I use a wheelchair to be ignored, but rather have it embraced as part of my unique identity. It is true that my chair may not define all of who am but it is a major part my life that I am not ashamed of.

I have learned so much over these past thirteen years and I continue to learn every single day. I have been taught to accept myself, to accept others and to speak out against the oppression of disabled people everywhere—my eyes have been opened. That is why I am so passionate about the accessibility of our society and the perception of all wheelchair users in our culture. I hope that with my words and with my life I have changed a few minds, enlightened a few people.

Truth or Dare - Philkas

They kiss for the first time in that Red Hook party.

~~

They had been in the party for around one hour now, and while Lukas couldn’t move away from him or let go from his hand, they hadn’t done anything yet. They hadn’t kissed since they left his house, and Philip was starting to become nervous Lukas had given up. He would never pressure Lukas to anything, but he had implied they would finally kiss in front of his friends and Philip was nervous. Anxious. Excited. He wanted to kiss Lukas everywhere, in front of anyone.

After a few drinks, they were finally going to dance - he liked dancing - when someone called the party to a game of Truth or Dare. Lukas stared at him, and he shrugged, deciding that after all that happened, this could hardly be so bad.

They walked to the other room, where the music wasn’t so loud, and sat down in a circle, Lukas still holding his hand over their knees. At first, he had been nervous, but now he seemed to be liking it very much. He was even smiling brighter. It was beautiful really.

“Let’s start!” One girl yelled, and put a bottle of beer in the middle of the circle, twisting it and sitting back again. It took a while for it to actually land on Lukas or Philip himself, but as it did, all the shy dares and truths had already ended, and they were already starting to actual ‘kiss him’ or 'make out for seven minutes in a closet’ kinds of dares. Which was fine really, as long as Philip didn’t have to kiss any of those idiots that made fun of him before.

When the bottle stopped on Lukas, whatsoever, he felt nervous, and so did the blond, because he squeezed his hand tightly.

“Truth or dare, Lukas?” A girl asked, smirking to him, and he took a while to answer, thinking everything through.

“Dare” he finally answered, making a few of the people there cheer. Philip was feeling even more nervous. What the hell? It had nothing to do with him, why was he nervous?

“I know it sounds lame and all since you’re together, but make out with Philip for five minutes, in front of everybody” she said, and the girls cheered as the guys groaned in disgust. Philip blushed deeply, and so did Lukas, their hands sweaty while being held.

“You don’t have to do it, you know it right?” He whispered to Lukas, because he had to make sure the boy was sure he wanted to. However, the girl next to him heard it, and whined loudly.

“No no no! It’s a dare! He has to do it!” She yelled, and this time even the boys agreed, cheering them on.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” They started yelling, most of them laughing, and while they did it, Philip’s nervousness started to become annoyance. Teenagers were the worst.

“We won’t do it if he doesn’t want to” Philip tried, but no matter what he said, they only yelled louder, laughing harder and clapping their hands. “We -”

“Philip” Lukas called, and he turned to the blond, who also seemed annoyed but mostly embarrassed. “That’s not how life works. We just have to do it”

“Come on, I was nice” the girl that gave the dare said, smirking. “I could’ve told him to kiss anyone else, but I told him to kiss his boyfriend. It’s not a big deal”

“Sure” Philip rolled his eyes, annoyed, but then he turned to Lukas, because he was holding his arm, trying to get his attention.

Suddenly, all of that felt a lot like their first kiss in the cabin.

“Relax” Lukas said, smiling a bit, and Philip chuckled quietly, shaking his head.

“I should be the one saying that” he said, and then he narrowed his eyes because Lukas was coming closer, one hand moving up to Philip’s cheek, and suddenly they were kissing, slowly, at first a chaste kiss.

“Oh come on! Do this for real!” Someone yelled in the crowd, and while Philip almost pulled back to complain, but suddenly Lukas was licking his bottom lip and pulling him closer by his shirt, and before Philip could move closer Lukas seemed to get impatient and crawled over Philip himself, shamelessly sitting on the brunette’s lap and receiving several cheers and several grossed out sounds.

Lukas was way too tall to sit comfortably on Philip’s lap, but he did not seem to mind. He held Philip’s cheeks and kissed him deeply, his chest pressing up to Philip’s, making the brunette move his head up so they could continue kissing, his hands going up to Lukas’ waist and pulling him closer filled with need and happiness. His heart was beating so hard against his chest that he felt like it would pop out at any minute now.

“Boys, boys! Five minutes are done!” Someone yelled, and while Philip - sadly - started to pull back, Lukas did not seem to have heard, because he let Philip move away but made himself small on Philip’s lap, leaning down and kissing and biting his neck, making the brunette almost fall back on the floor, while Philip moved his hands back to support his body.

“Lukas” he tried to say, but it came out more like a moan that anything, making him blush deeply. He thought that after that Lukas would just realise what he was doing, but instead he was the one that groaned back, biting and sucking a single spot on Philip’s neck and making the boy melt even further under him. “F-uck…”

“Dude, that’s gross”

“Let’s just leave them here”

“Oh, I only wish he would do that to me”

Philip felt pride filling his chest as he heard those comments, specially because the last one to talk was Rose herself. He couldn’t focus on them for long though, because soon they were left alone in that living room, and only then he let himself fall back on the floor while Lukas straddled him, moving back only after there was a big purple bruise on Philip’s neck.

“Where is everybody?” Lukas breathed out, panting, and Philip shook his head, holding his shirt.

“They left. Thought we were too gross” he chuckled, smirking, and Lukas chuckled back, nodding slowly.

“We really are” Lukas agreed, and then slowly laid down over Philip, kissing him slowly and humming when Philip’s hands started to caress his sides. Out of nowhere, however, Philip pushed him to the side and jumped over Lukas, straddling him with a smirk.

“Did you just kiss me in public?” He asked, slowly, and Lukas chuckled, placing his hands over Philip’s waist, rubbing it gently.

“No. Rick Anderton did” he teased, and Philip let out a soft giggle before leaning down and kissing Lukas slowly. “You fell in love with being on top, didn’t you?” He asked, and Philip rolled his eyes, making the blond smirk.

“Actually I just love the sounds you make when I’m here” he said, smirking back, and Lukas blushed lightly but didn’t fight Philip on his comment. The brunette leaned down, arching his back and slowly lining their crotches up only to tease Lukas a bit. “You get so weak when you’re down there, you know?”

“Shut up” Lukas mumbled, but he knew it was truth. He raised his hands and slid them down Philip’s back to his ass, squeezing it and making him grind down against Lukas, both breathing hard against each other’s lips. “Fuck Philip…”

“When you said you would kiss me in front of everyone, I didn’t think we would have public sex” Philip said, smirking widely, and Lukas stared at him, rolling his eyes.

“If you don’t shut up and kiss me, I’ll turn us around” he said, firmly, squeezing Philip’s ass again and smirking when the brunette groaned and leaned down to kiss Lukas, both getting way too much into the kiss, hands moving up and down each other’s bodies without actually taking anything off.

After a while kissing, someone coughed loudly and they pulled away, looking at the door where Rose stood, smirking down at them.

“Boys. The party is almost over. Why don’t you two go home and continue that there?” She asked, and they stared at each other surprised. They had been there for how long? Philip stood up, his pants way too tight, and helped Lukas up as well, both trying to fix themselves to look more presentable. She laughed at them and checked them out, making both blush deeply. “Oh boy. I only wish you liked me like you like him” she said, staring at Lukas, before walking off with a wide smirk on her face.

Philip looked at Lukas, feeling a bit guilty, but the blond just smiled and took his hand, pulling him out of the room.

“My dad’s out tonight” he said, kissing Philip’s ear and taking him to his bike again. Philip shivered, so many ideas coming to his mind. “We can go home and you call Helen to tell her you’ll stay over”

“Alright” he answered quickly, putting on his helmet and climbing behind Lukas as they reached the motorbike. He wrapped his arms around the blond’s waist and hummed behind him.

He waved to Rose as she passed by, and then they were off, now with all the conformations that yes, they were together, and Lukas was way more active than he ever looked.

Philip actually felt very proud of his boyfriend for several reasons. He loved him too much.

Three Is More Fun - Josh Dun & Tyler Joseph

*WARNING!: Smut ahead!*

Josh roughly pulled me aside into an extra bedroom and flipped the light switch. “Whoa, slow down-” was all I could say before the sight of the room cut me off. The lighting in the room was dim, but I could see the shape of a familiar man sitting on a bed with red velvet sheets.

“Tyler? What are you doing here?” I asked. Josh sighed in a frustrated manner, and grabbed my face, making me look at him. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine and I was in shock for a few moments before I began to kiss him back. We’re only friends and it’s been months since he last kissed me and it ended horribly. This felt so weird, but so good. His hands snaked around my waist and grabbed my hips roughly, and for a little while, I forgot about Tyler. That was until I felt another set of hands on my waist. Josh pulled away just as Tyler turned me around gently and pressed his lips against mine, kissing me softly. I felt so confused, but it wasn’t like I didn’t know what was happening. As Tyler and I kissed, Josh’s hand snaked up my skirt and his crotch was pressed against my ass. Tyler’s gentle hands traveled up my shirt to my breasts as we made out. I couldn’t fight a moan as Josh massaged my clit through my panties, and as his lips made contact with my neck, biting me softly. I felt Tyler’s growing bulge through his jeans against my thigh, and Josh’s hard-on through his jeans against my ass. They led me towards the bed, where I soon fell on my back, staring up at both of them. I’m not going to protest, this is really hot, but I don’t quite understand. I sat up and Tyler sat down next to me, grabbing my face and pressing his lips to mine once again. Josh fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, but once he got them all unbuttoned, he pushed my shirt off of my shoulders. His hands reached behind my back and in the next second, my bra was on the floor. His calloused hands cupped my breasts and massaged them. I once again moaned against Tyler’s lips, and he made an exasperated sigh in return as I heard him undoing his belt quickly. Josh’s hands then fell to the hem of my skirt, and he swiftly pulled it off of me. Tyler pulled away from my lips and I turned and looked up at Josh, breathing heavily. He growled softly, making my stomach churn, and he leaned down, his lips meeting mine into a rough makeout session. He bit my bottom lip hard and pulled it, and I whined so seductively. Once again he growled lowly and he pulled away. I watched him as he quickly took his jeans off. I glanced over at Tyler, whose shirt was now on the floor, Josh’s soon to follow. I let my shirt fall off of my arms and I tossed it aside. Josh stared down at me, lust clouding his golden brown eyes. I couldn’t keep from biting my lip at his undeniable sexiness. Josh roughly grabbed my arms and pulled me off of the bed, making me fall onto my knees in front of him. I looked up at him with innocent eyes and he gave me a look that told me what to do. I grabbed the hem of his boxers, pulling them down slowly, while placing soft kisses on his lower waist. His rock hard dick sprang free from his boxers and I dropped them, letting them fall down his legs. He stepped out of them and took my head in his hands. His fingers tangled in my hair as I ran my tongue along the side of his cock, making my way to the tip. As I took him in my mouth, I felt kind of awkward, until I felt Tyler’s hand making their way into my panties. As he began to rub my clit, I moaned while sucking Josh’s dick, which earned a moan from Josh. The sound of his moans were so hot, and made me even wetter as Tyler fingered me.

After a few minutes, Josh pushed me back and I looked up at him, giving him a seductive look. Tyler stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me up from the floor softly. Every wish of theirs was my command, and I loved it. Suddenly, Josh pushed me, making me stand where I was leaning on the bed. He grabbed my hips then pulled my panties down, leaving them to fall at my ankles. I clutched the sheets in my hands and looked back at Josh. He slapped my ass hard, making me gasp and squeal. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my body back towards him, pulling me up from the bed. He bit my neck, then my earlobe, and kissed my jaw line. I moved my ass towards his crotch, grinding against him.

“Beg for it,” he growled.

“Oh, Josh, baby please give it to me, I want your cock inside me,” I whined for him. He smacked my ass again, leaving me gasping and moaning again. Finally, he positioned the tip of his dick at my entrance and pushed into me slowly. I sighed, moaning softly. I screamed out when he pulled out then slammed into me, bringing me so much pleasure. His hold on my hair stayed tight until Tyler sat on the bed in front of me. Josh began to thrust into me faster and I grasped the sheets in my hands, leaning forward towards Tyler. He grabbed my face gently, his lips meeting mine. I moaned on his lips as we made out, while Josh fucked me harder. Tyler pulled back after a minute of making out and my moaning, and he mumbled, “Please me with your mouth, sweetheart.” I smirked, but it went away quickly as I gasped, Josh hitting my g-spot with each thrust. I quickly took Tyler’s hard cock into my mouth, sucking and trying to soften my moans. Tyler’s moans on top of Josh thrusting into me deeper made my head spin.

“Oh, fuck, yes.” I moaned after pulling back from Tyler’s dick, and continuing to stroke him in my hand. He moaned softly and bit his lip, and it was so sexy. Once again, Josh grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up, his chest pressing to my back. I whined in return as he made slow, deep thrusts. I pulled my hand from Tyler and grasped the bed to stabilize myself. Josh placed kisses on my shoulder, and I moaned when he bit my neck, knowing he’d be leaving marks. His thrusts slowed to a stop and then he let go of me and pushed me on the bed. I crawled onto the bed, then placed my hand on Tyler’s chest. He looked up at me with wide eyes as I straddled him, then began to roll my hips and grind against his hard dick. He gently placed his hands on my hips, watching me so intently. He bit his lip, then looked up into my eyes longingly, like he was begging. “Fuck me, Tyler,” I said in a seductive manner, biting my lip and smiling at him. I reached back and grabbed his dick, positioning myself over it, then slid down slowly. I threw my head back and moaned, then rolled my hips, riding him. His hands gripped slightly tighter on my hips and I leaned forward, placing my hands on his chest. He began to slowly thrust into me, and at the angle, he hit my g-spot perfectly, making me gasp and dig my nails into his skin. He moaned at it, and thrusted into me harder and faster. I moved my hands to his shoulders and held onto them tightly, my nails digging into his skin once again as he fucked me harder and I rolled my hips, timing them with his thrusts. I whined, and bit his neck to leave a mark. He made a small whimper and it sent me over the edge as I felt the pleasure rising in my stomach. “Oh, god, yes!” I screamed out as my orgasm hit me hard.  “Oh, don’t stop,” I gasped, riding Tyler when his thrusts slowed. He wrapped his arms around my back and sat up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he sat on his knees. The position felt even better than the last, and he thrust into to me slow, but deep. He moved faster and fucked me harder, and I noticed his thrusts getting sloppier. He whined, then moaned, “Fuck, (Y/N),” as I rode him and as he came. Just after he did, Josh’s hands snaked around my waist then cupped my breasts. “I’m not finished with you yet.” He said lowly in my ear. The tone of his voice gave me goosebumps, and I lifted myself from Tyler. Right then, Josh picked me up and I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He carried me to the nearest wall and pressed my back against it. His hand held tightly around my back to my hip, and he entered me slow. Both of his hands then held my hips as he began to thrust into me slowly. Josh’s lips soon met my neck, kissing it softly and nipping my skin. “I’ve always wanted to fuck you like this,” he whispered so seductively in my ear as I moaned, “to see you beg, in euphoria, watching your breasts bounce, feeling your hands grip me and your nails scratch my skin,” his voice ran shivers down my spine, and I whined out as he fucked me harder, hitting my g-spot. Just as he wanted, in a type of high because of the pleasure, I dragged my nails down his back, moaning. He groaned in return, then whispered, “Just like that, baby.” His thrusts slowed slightly, but they were harder and deeper, and he made me feel such intense pleasure. “Oh, Josh, yes, don’t stop, just like that,” I gasped and whined. I was getting close and I needed more, “faster,” I gasped, grasping his shoulders. He did as I asked, and hit my g-spot every time. I dug my nails into his skin and threw my head back, tightening my legs around his waist as they began to shake. Josh moaned as I screamed out, my orgasm making my head spin and my tummy churn. Seconds after I came, Josh’s thrusts became sloppy and he moaned my name as he came, and I watched how sexy he looked when his eyes fluttered closed and he bit his lip.

He pulled out, our breaths heavy, and he softly let me down. As soon as my feet hit the floor, my legs felt as if they’d give way and I’d fall. Josh saw that and chuckled, then lead me to the bed. I noticed that Tyler had already picked up his clothes and left. I laid on the bed to try to calm down, exhausted, and Josh picked his clothes up from the floor. “Goodnight, (Y/N),” he said with a wink.

(A/N): Happy New Year guys! I hope you guys like this, because I love it! Eeek, my first threesome.

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I have waited for so, so long for a song where all of Seventeen would sing.

Sing, not rap.

Sing, because they all can sing albeit different in level of skill.

So I can’t really help my tears when they finally made it happen. Laughter really showcased their singing. And the last I heard some of these boys actually sing where you can actually really, really listen to the progress of their voice was way back their trainee days. I’m floored by how much they have all improved.

Seungcheol.

We know he can sing. He’s done it a lot of times, but not many times enough. We all agreed he needed to sing more, so even if they all got short lines to cater to everyone, I love how they made him sing the first part of the song. It somehow felt special like that, especially because he’s the leader.

Hansol.

I’ve always thought that Hansol can sing, just not the high notes they ask him to do. His voice is really, really nice to listen to, especially when he sings these. It’s somehow calm and easy.

Jeonghan.

I just want to stress how his voice has improved so much since their debut. Jeonghan was in vocal line, but he needed time to grow vocal-wise, too. He’s a lot more stable now and he can even hold notes. I love how he was able to make me feel light-hearted with his voice the  very second he sang.

Joshua.

He has this really unique voice color. I don’t think it was emphasized too well here because of how short the lines were, but we all know how his voice is a perfect mix of gentleness and honey, especially with the way he pronounces his words. It’s really, really pretty.

Jihoon.

Oh. We know he can sing. He has a sort of lowkey nasal quality of voice that just works. His voice turns from sweet, sweet love song lullabies to rapline worthy kind of edgy. His voice just delivers without fail no matter what kind of song he’s singing.

Seungkwan.

Main vocal for a reason. One of the most raw and powerful voices I’ve ever heard, and it’s a voice that never fails to move me and make me tear up. Honestly, this boy has so much soul in his voice and it just oozes out of him the second he sings.

Mingyu.

The melody suits his voice. I’m not sure about it, but when hear I hear him rap, I feel as if his voice isn’t too forceful or like, filled with swag, like other rappers. To me, his rap flow is that kind that can easily be turned into a melody if you want to sing it instead of rap it, so I thought maybe this boy could be a real good singer if they let him. And here we have the proof of that. 

Hoshi.

This boy’s voice is so comforting. It’s got this sort of warmth that makes you feel like you’re in your room in a silent night cuddled up with your favorite pillow and blanket. I wish he’s able to sing more, because his voice speaks with emotion so much.

Minghao.

His voice. It’s adorable and precious with that accent, but he can sing and he can rap pretty well. And his mellow voice is just. I wish we can hear more of him singing soon, because the world needs more of Xu Minghao, and we need to see all the improvements he’s been having that we’re yet to be blessed with.

Chan.

This boy, I swear. I have heard too few of Dino’s singing to actually say he was good at singing, but I felt that he was, because what can’t our maknae do? Powerful dancing and equally powerful rap. I felt like his voice was steady enough to sound good if he were singing, and I was just hoping, hoping, hoping to hear him sing at least once. And I’m ranting about it right now because I never thought it’d actually happen, and he’s as good as I thought he would be. Probably even better.

Seokmin.

I’ve talked about DK’s voice a hundred times, maybe. Voice clear as water. Main vocal for a good reason. There is just no way he wouldn’t be noticed for his voice now like that one time they didn’t realize he was main vocal, too, at Seventeen Project.

Junhui.

Jun said lines rather than sang them, but the way he delivered them floored me. He has good control over his voice as he speaks. It’s beautiful to hear. I wish they let him sing because his voice is soothing as well, but I’m not at all disappointed, because while Jun didn’t sing, his voice quality while speaking those words went straight to my heart and warmed it.

Wonwoo.

He has this really beautiful voice. Like a lonely prince that sings his heart out with a deep, gentle voice that makes you feel so nostalgic in that sense where you feel solitude yet you’re also filled with warmth.


This was a long post, but I had to get it out there. I really can’t help but feel overwhelmed and proud because I really wanted something like this, where they all would sing, to happen. Seventeen really has a way to make us happy in every sense of the word.

Support these boys. They deserve all the love in the world.

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A T   M Y   F E E T   A N D   B O W   T O   ME
an angst mix for the Lady Morgana, the last High Priestess.

01. a demon’s fate - within temptation

“What have you done?
Is this what you wanted?
What have you become?
His soul’s not forsaken
You’re walking alone
From heaven into hell.”

02. chasing the dragon - epica

“Poison is slowly seeping through my veins
Stealing the only dignity in me
I pick them up and let them fall
To cause your pain and hit them all
One more life to live is all I want
I’ll take the joy away from them
See to it, they will all be damned.”

03. sweet sacrifice - evanescence

“One day I’m gonna forget your name
And one sweet day
You’re gonna drown in my lost pain
Fear is only in our minds
Taking over all the time
Fear is only in our minds
But it’s taking over all the time.”

04. opus relinque - tristania

“Challenge my own world to chaos
Thoughts to mind becomes my arch enemies
Skin to teeth, visions appears to me in red
Scouring my wounds with your spit (with your spit)
Down in apathy which is growing
Once dragged down within a mayhem of light
Skin to teeth, ripping my inwards apart.”

05. nemo - nightwish

“This is me for forever
One without a name
These lines the last endeavor
To find the missing lifeline
Oh, how I wish f
or soothing rain
All I wish is to dream again
My loving heart, lost in the dark.”

06. brackish - kittie

“She is not scared to die
The best things in life drive her to cry
Crucify then learn
Take so much away from inside you
Makes no sense 
You know he can’t guide you
He’s your fucking shoulder to lean on
Be strong, sit and watch me burn.”

07. going to hell - the pretty reckless

“Father, did you miss me?
Don’t ask me where I’ve been
You know I know, yes I’ve been told
I redefine sin
And I don’t know what’s driving me
To put this in my head
Maybe I wish I could die, maybe I am dead.”

08. fixed at zero - versaemerge

“This doesn’t make much sense
Think far out but I’m still locked in
I’m still lost walking circles
The floor swallowed me up whole
There’s nowhere to go
There’s a vulture on my shoulder
And he’s telling me to give in.”

09. blacklisted me - blacklisted me

“This is gonna be the death
The execution that I swore
If you want to hate me more
So if you want to hate me more
You can do it like you did before
Start a war, we’ll settle the score
So this is all for you
I know you wanna break me
And take me down too
But I will refuse, 
‘Cause I make them scream.”

10. king of the world - porcelain and the tramps

“'Cause I’m the fucking king of the world
Get on you knees
I’m the fucking king of the world
Do as I please 
So get up and get out and I’ll show you
What it takes for me to control you
'Cause I’m the fucking king of the world
Keep your head down
Untill I tell you may speak.”

11. building a monster - skylar grey

“This human heart
How many times can it be torn
Before a superhero is born?
This angel has lost her wings
I’m building a monster
Beneath all the scars you will see
I’m building a monster.”


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A Dream - George Weasley Imagine

-Requested-

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Hellllo!! Can I please have an imagine where George and Fred (readers best friends) finds the readers diary where she has written her many feelings and desires about George in and they start to read it and then the reader catches them, yells at them and then storms off with tears streaming down her face. She goes to the lake to have a meltdown session (lol) and then George finds her and tells her he loves her too and then they kiss and fluffity fluffy fluff?? Thank you so much! You’re amazing!!
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~George’s POV~

“Come on mate, can we please just go?” I ask hesitating to follow my brother up the stairs towards the girls dormitories. “No, you’re going to ask (Y/n) to Hogsmead and you’re both going to live happily ever after” Fred smirks literally sprinting up the stairs at this point. We reach the top where (Y/n)’s door to her room stay shut. Fred has been trying none stop to get me and (Y/n) together ever since I told him about my crush on her and now I’m regretting it…. Deeply. “Fred, I can’t do this” I whisper to him “Hey! This is your only chance to get her or that bloody ravenclaw Rogers is gonna snatch her! Do you really want that git touching her?! Go get her!” Fred exclaims. I was about to protest but he already opened the door of (Y/n)’s room and threw me in. I heard the door slam shut making my head snap up, I look around the room to find it completely empty. I sigh in relief “She’s not in here, Fred!” I said angrily sitting up “Bloody hell” I hear Fred mutter before he opened the door. “Where is she?” He asks “How am I supposed to know?!” I exclaim standing up before brushing myself off. “Well, let’s not waste this perfect opportunity” Fred smirks taking a letter out of his robes “What’s that?” I ask him “A letter you wrote just for (Y/n) saying how much you truly love her” Fred says dreamily opening up one of the nightstand drawers that were right near her bed.

I huff out in frustration “Give me the letter” I spit holding my hand out.

“No”

“Give it to me Fred!”

“Never!”

I tackle him back him fall back groaning in pain, he pushes me off him and stands up. Walking backwards until he accidentally bumped into the drawer making it fall out of place onto the floor. “Ooh, what’s this?” Fred said smugly picking up a small leather book. “Don’t touch that! It’s (Y/n)’s!” I exclaim trying to snatch it out of his hands but he jumped on the bed and rolled over it to get to the other side where I can’t reach him. He opens the book and grins “Dear diary, I had another dream about George again last night but it was completely different. He kissed me! It felt so real, I wish it was real because I love George Weasley! He’s so hot, yesterday he asked me for a quill and I was a stuttering mess. I hate being embarrassing in front of him. Even though he’s my best friend, I can’t help but fall in love with him even more.” Fred said trying to mimic (Y/n)’s voice but failing miserably.

I didn’t believe a single word Fred said. “Lair!” I yell “George was so nice today, he helped me out in the library. When I couldn’t put a book on the top shelf, he grabbed it and put it up there for me. We were so close together, I wish I had the courage to kiss him but even if I did I would probably faint.” Fred still mimicking (Y/n). I quickly crawled over the bed and snatched the diary out of his hands. I looked through the pages, my eyes widened at the words I saw. Fred was not lying at all. (Y/n) really does like me the way I like her. “Today Gryffindors won against Slytherins! George was so happy, he actually gave me a hug. He also put his arm around me when we were heading back to the common room for the party.” I said aloud. “Fred?! George?!” I heard someone scream. Me and Fred looked to the side to see (Y/n) fuming.

~(Y/n)’s POV~

I reached the top of the staircase and heard two awfully familiar voices coming from my dormitory. “He also put his arm around me when we were heading back to the common room for the party.” I heard one of them say. “His arm around me? Common room party? That’s from my diary!” I tell myself. I swing the door open to find Fred and George hovering over my diary. “Fred?! George?!” I scream at them, they look stunned with a hint of innocence in them but what they did isn’t innocent at all. “What do you think you’re doing?! That’s my diary!” I yell snatching the book out of their hands “(Y/n) We’re sorry. We -” George started but I cut him off by pushing him making him stumble back. “Shut up! Don’t even speak to me! How dare you George?! That’s my property, my stuff you’re looking through! You really think that apologizing to me will make everything better! I can’t believe you!” I scream running out of the bedroom. I wipe my teary eyes as I exit the common room.

I run and run until I make it out of Hogwarts near black lake. I run my hands roughly through my hair, I close my eyes for a second before letting out a strangled sob. I fall on my knees and lay on the grass curling up into a ball. I cry loudly into my hands wishing that all of this was a dream. A nightmare. I hear footsteps coming closer and closer, I look through the gaps of my fingers. It’s George. I stand up and begin to hit my fists against his chest as hard as I can but, it doesn’t seem to hurt him at all. “You git! You bloody bastard!” I yell. He grabs my hands and spins me around holding me close to him. My back is pressing against his chest, I kick my legs and scream. “Let go of me! I hate you! I hate you!” I scream “No, you don’t” he says in my ear making me stop fighting against him. I hate him, I hate him… Dang it! I can’t! I can’t fucking hate him! I slowly start to sink in his arms feeling how exhausted I am. He holds me even tighter against him “Are you okay?” He ask me, I shake my head making him spin me back around and cup my face in his soft hands. “I’m not okay. I - I wish you hadn’t read my book - I” I say a few tears leaving my eyes again “No, don’t cry. Shh, I’m actually glad that I found you’re diary because I wanted to know how you felt about me. Fred came across this really interesting page that made me think.” He said smiling “What page?” I ask quickly “The one about you having a dream about me kissing you” he smirked “Oh, about that. I -” I started but he cut me off when he pulled my face closer and kissed me roughly. I tensed up but after a few seconds I melted into the kiss, this was way better than that dream. His hands made their way down to my waist grabbing tightly, I put my hands in his soft red hair pulling lightly. A bright flash followed by a laugh makes us pull apart, it’s Colin Creevey and Fred.

“Thank you Colin. I would like to have five copies of that picture please.” Fred smirks grabbing the copies of moving photos from the blond haired boy. “Do you want one?” Fred asks before laughing and skipping off with Colin trailing behind him. “Oi! I want one!” George tells making me nudge him in the ribs, he laughs before putting his arm around my shoulders. We make it to the common room where we cuddled under a fluffy blanket. “Was that kiss better then your dream or was you’re dream George better?” He asks me “I think dream George was better” I joke “We’ll see about that” George smiles attaching our lips together making me smile into the kiss. I adore him. “I think you’ve proven yourself better than dream George.” I whisper placing my forehead against his. He kisses my forehead before grabbing me and placing me on top of his lap. I rest my head against his chest hearing his steady heartbeat. I can feel his fingers play with my hair while his other hand is entwined with mine. Now, at this moment, I’m glad that this wasn’t a nightmare or dream. It’s real.

~~Kristian

Stargaze - Theo Raeken Imagine

Stargaze – TW Imagine

Prompt/Request: Hi! Can u do an imagine where you’re in a playful relationship with Theo?

A/N: My second Theo imagine! I’m sorry if this wasn’t an exactly a playful relationship, and I’m so sorry if it’s really short. I kinda love this imagine, and I think this is fluff? Idk but lots of love guys x

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Word Count: 667


Originally posted by ungifable

Your POV

“Oh come on! That wasn’t fair!” You whined as you lose a game of thumb wars against Theo.

“Y/N, this is the sixth time you said that!” He laughed.

“One more, one more. I promise.” You leaned in to give him a quick peck, holding his hand.

Hands gripped tight, thumbs up.

“One, two, three, four! I declare a thumb war!” You yelled out as tapped your fingers back and forth.

“Five, six, seven, eight! I used this hand to masturbate!” Theo chuckled.

“Oh my god! That’s disgusting!” You quickly let go of your hand from his and slap him away, giggling.

“I was kidding beautiful! I’ll make it up to you.” He smiled.

You looked at him, an eyebrow cocked up.

“I am intrigued. Go on.” You whispered, wiggling your eyebrows.

“Just wait till tonight.” He winked at you, lying back on the couch you guys got together.

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What Can I Do?

A Seungri/Lee Seunghyun Fanfiction

Summary: He’s known as one of the most eligible bachelors in kpop, with a reputation that’s known all over South Korea. But when he sets his sights on you, determined to make you one of his conquests, you think that maybe its time for this ‘sexy boy’ to learn his lesson…

Chapter Summary: Finding each other again.

Chapter Type: Angst, Fluff

Recommended Listening:  NF - Paralyzed + NF - Beautiful Addiction

Chapter 24 (coming soon)

Chapter 23

You stare at each other in silence for a few minutes, with him looking wary as he watches you, not sure what you’re going to do as you look back at him in exactly the same way. It takes for a slam of a door at the other end of the corridor for him to make a move; glancing away from you to the sound before lowering his eyes to the floor, making it obvious that you had to interact first.

‘What are you doing here?’ you ask quietly, coughing a little to clear the scratchiness from your throat and flickering your gaze to the exit at the end of the corridor, wondering whether you could outrun him to it.

'I knew you’d be here.’ he murmurs, looking up at you.

'So, you’re stalking me?’ you ask with a humorless chuckle, still not being able to meet his eyes, but briefly glancing at him when he doesn’t answer you.

'I’m late to meet Lily, so if that’s all you wanted I’ll be going.’ you lie, waiting a few seconds for him to say something, before sighing and walking past him when he doesn’t make any move, but you end up stopping only a few steps away when the silence annoys you too much.

'Why did you come here? Huh? If you weren’t going to say anything, why-? You snap, turning back to look at him, but trailing off when you see the devastated look he shoots you- having turned to watch you walk away.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Prompt if you would like it: S3 Hannibal/Dimmond affair where Hannibal is trying to forget Will.

“How do you like to have it?” Dimmond asks, from between Hannibal’s legs, looking up and grinning that same easy, self-confident grin, the thing that makes his features, for all their soft, scruffy beauty, nothing whatsoever like Will’s had been.

Like Will’s are, because Will won’t be dead, Hannibal was careful about that.

(How careful? He was feeling under some emotional duress when he made that cut. Is his memory correct?)

Hannibal remembers everything precisely, and Will is not dead, and when Will’s knees buckled he gazed at Hannibal in fear and pain and remorse, because he was sorry, and Hannibal let him live to make him feel that forever and for no other reason, and that is over now.

“I like whatever you wish to give me,” Hannibal says, rolling the words out, and moves his leg, bringing in his ankle to press against Dimmond’s back and bring him in.

Dimmond raises his eyebrow, looking delighted, eyes flashing, and swallows his erection down so fast that Hannibal’s vision blurs.

Hannibal arches back his neck and pushes his hands against the edges of the wooden chest where he’s sitting, perched on the edge, Dimmond kneeling on the floor before him, his shirt off and his pale, lean chest bare, ringed with bite-marks from when they coupled the night before, here in Dimmond’s stylish and beautifully appointed Paris apartment.

Dimmond doesn’t keep any pets - laughed at the idea: Parasitical so-called ‘companion animals’ with whom we seek to staunch the pitiful wounds in our emotional lives? Oh Boris, don’t tell me you have a weakness for them!

(Of all the things that could be reflected upon about Will’s current status - not that Will’s status is worthy of reflection - the question of who is feeding his dogs now is so utterly not germane to anything)

Dimmond has many lovers - this he is at pains to make clear. No great romances, Boris, I’m not the staying type. He is not insular, not isolated and yet he remains apart, aloof.

Hannibal gasps a little as the head of his cock hits the back of Dimmond’s fluttering throat, and thinks of Tobias Budge, and suitable friends, and similarity.

He could probably have had sex with Tobias if they’d had more time, if he’d been interested in it, if he hadn’t had a creeping suspicion that - for all his denials - Franklyn might have been there first.

Tobias tried to kill Will, and Hannibal killed him for it, back when he believed Will worthy of preservation.

(Not that Will is dead. Will is almost certainly not dead)

“Fah,” Dimmond says, pulling away and breathing deeply, braced with his hands on his thighs. “You have quite the stamina there, Boris.”

Hannibal blinks, and realises with a twinge of dismay that he’s actually softening a little.

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  • Baekhyun: I feel like you're making me seem like more of a slut than I am. Which I really appreciate because I wish. Like the things I want to do to all of you would leave you guys crying on the floor and begging for forgiveness from all of your ancestors.
  • Kyungsoo: What are you talking about? I just asked if you knew where Yixing was.
  • Baekhyun: He's in my room begging for forgiveness from all of his ancestors.
Game Night

Jungkook sat on the couch, staring at his phone in muted disbelief. There was a text pulled up on the screen, and it was from Jimin. 

‘I’m not gonna be able to make it today. Jen invited me to the movies.’ 

He blinked slowly at the message, as if it would make more sense after a while, but it didn’t. He laughed humourlessly. 

Jungkook blew Jimin off regularly. It was like a game with them. Jimin was endlessly attentive, aware of Jungkook’s every movement, and Jungkook pretended not to care. 

But even Jungkook never blew off game night. He had snacks lined up on the coffee table, and he felt like an idiot now as he stared at them. He made sure to get all of Jimin’s favourites, and even organised them the way Jimin liked. He thought it was stupid that Jimin always wanted his snacks split up into ‘categories’ as he called them, but he knew it would make Jimin smile, so he did it anyway. 

He threw his phone across the room in a sudden fit of rage. Why did Jen have to appear out of nowhere? Weren’t they already happy as they were? Wasn’t everything perfect before this? But now Jimin doesn’t come home until late, and this is the third time he’s bailed out of plans this week, and Jungkook spends his time sitting at home, wondering what the hell happened. 

It used to be that if you saw Jungkook it meant that Jimin was somewhere nearby. But it seemed Jimin didn’t want that anymore. Maybe he had gotten bored of Jungkook, or maybe he just realised that since he was Park Jimin and he could have any girl he wanted, he should just pick one and move on. 

Jungkook stood up suddenly, marching towards the door. He didn’t know what he was doing, but he needed to yell at someone, preferably Jimin. 

How could Jimin do this? He didn’t think Jimin was the type of person to ditch his friends the second a pretty girl walked by, but he guessed he must have been wrong. 

He yanked the door open, and stopped dead when on the other side of the door stood a shocked looking Jimin. 

‘Where are you going?’ Jimin asked, at the exact same time Jungkook said, ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I-’ Jungkook lost the ability to speak. 

Jimin glances behind Jungkook’s shoulder, and Jungkook immediately moves to block his view, his cheeks burning. 

‘Why is there so much food…Oh.’ Jimin’s eyes snap up to Jungkook’s with a strange look. ‘Is that for game night?’ 

‘No.’ Jungkook snaps. He steps aside to let Jimin in, taking the brief second it takes Jimin to walk in to gather his thoughts. ‘The rest of the guys were having a movie night.’ 

‘But nothing’s been touched…’ Jimin turns around, looking confusedly between Jungkook and the table. 

‘Well they haven’t watched the movie yet, genius.’ Jungkook snaps, but his heart is racing. He feels like an idiot. Idiot. This is why he doesn’t do stuff like this. He just ends up looking like a fool. 

‘Then where is everyone…?’ 

‘Why are you even here?’ Jungkook asks, trying to distract him. ‘Weren’t you supposed to be out with Jane or whatever her name is?’ 

‘Jen.’ Jimin corrects. ‘Her name is Jen, and you know that.’ 

‘Whatever. Why aren’t you with her?’ 

‘Umm…’ Jimin swallows awkwardly, looking down at the floor. ‘She uh, tried to make a move on me.’

‘So?’ Jungkook wishes his throat didn’t feel so tight. Why is his heart hammering? Why are his palms sweating? Why does he feel like Jimin has the ability to rip his heart out of his chest with his answer?

‘So, I turned her down.’ Jimin’s mumbles, still staring at the floor. 

‘Why?’ Jungkook can barely get the word out. 

‘It doesn’t matter why.’ Jimin’s voice sounds defeated, and he begins turning away, but Jungkook’s hand on his arm stops him. 

‘I asked you why you turned her down.’ Jungkook repeats. ‘Answer me.’ 

Jimin rolls his eyes, before finally bracing himself and staring straight back at Jungkook’s dark, fierce gaze. 

‘You already know the answer.’

That’s all Jungkook needs to hear. It’s like a trigger, and suddenly he’s pressing his lips to Jimin’s, and his hands are in his hair, pulling him forward and closer and together, and oh God this is amazing.

It doesn’t feel quite like dying, to kiss Jimin, but more like being brought back to life. The second their lips meet Jimin is kissing him back, fisting the front of his hoodie in his small hands, holding on like Jungkook is a life raft and he’s been in the middle of the ocean his whole life. 

The minute they pull apart, Jungkook leans down, pressing his forehead against Jimin’s. 

‘Don’t ever bail on game night again, got it?’ He tries to sound gruff, but his smile is too wide, and his heart is pounding too fast. 

Jimin’s laugh is the most perfect sound in the world as he looks up, smiles, and presses another kiss to Jungkook’s perfect mouth. 

‘I promise.’ 

lenfaz  asked:

“i’ve been travelling a lot and somehow you’re in every single city i go to seriously what the fuck who even are you how are you doing this”

I hope you like my take on this ‘Before Sunrise” inspired tale. This prompt led me there and I had to go with it. (smuff ahead) This is the final installment in my follower milestone fic project. Thanks to everyone who has been reading and commenting on these stories these past few weeks. I have had the best time with this! 


The tickle of the grass on the back of her hands and the silky slide of his hair between her fingertips combine in a complete sensory overload, one she is finding herself completely welcome to sink into. The moonlight casts a bluish tint to his dark locks tangling with her golden strands on their foreheads, sweat and the early morning dew coating their skin as they lose themselves completely in the feel of each other. Pulling back from his mouth to breathe, her gaze lands on a leaf poking from beneath his ear, a smile tugging at her lips as she softly plucks it from his hair.

She’s somewhere between Berlin and Hamburg, waking to the landscape speeding past outside the window, fatigue still settled deep in her muscles from sitting too long in the same position. Thankful to have a row to herself, she stretches her arms wide, cracking her back until the resulting pop releases in her spine. She spies a head of dark hair a few rows up, headphones mashing the thick flyaway strands, her fingers suddenly itching to run through and seek out the hidden auburn beneath the brown.

She’s addicted to the fullness of his bottom lip, her teeth nipping and tongue tasting as she slips and slides against his mouth. A deep groan escapes his throat when she sucks it between her lips, his head falling back deeper into her hands as she leans further into him. The tickle of his tongue as it slides along her jaw causes her to shudder, the resulting chuckle as he senses her response empowering, urging her to not hold back as she recaptures his mouth and begins a new assault of her own.

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