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Teen Dad [Labor Story]

Teen Dad [Labor Story] 

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Birth


A/N: Many, including me, did not want Teen Dad to end, haha. A lot of people also wanted it to become a series, and I guess that’s happening! This should be part 1 of the labor story, and as usual, you have to let me know if you want a part 2, because, this series doesn’t continue unless you want it to! I hope you enjoy this continuation of Teen Dad! 

Ps. Also give me suggestions for baby names!


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You woke up at 3:15 in the morning to a wet bed. Three weeks ago, you hit your nine months, and any day now you would have the baby. I guess that day might be today.

“Pete, baby, wake up,” you whisper, shaking Peter slightly next to you to wake him up.
“Hm?” he said, still sounding asleep.
“Wake up.”
He rubbed his eyes and turns over to face you. He gives you a sleepy smile and put his hand out, looking for yours. I’m guessing he felt something wet, causing his eyebrows to furrow, his eyes were still closed.
“Did you pee yourself again?”
“No!”
He sits up, rubbing his eyes and slapping his cheeks to wake himself up.
“Then why is it wet again love?”
“I think my water broke.”
His eyes are wide open now.
“What!? Are you sure!?”
“Yeah I’m pretty sure.”
He then suddenly gets up and runs around. Grabbing clothes and the hospital bags that you prepared earlier last month.
“I’ll wake up May,” he yelled, running out of your shared room at the moment.
“I’ll call the doctor,” you yell back.


You sat in the hospital bed. Smiling at the camera Peter was pointing at you. He likes to make little video diaries of important moments of his life. The fight against Captain America being the first one.

“We’re having the baby today guys!” He yelled, talking to the camera.

“I hope so,” you said, sighing with a smile plastered on your face, you were just so happy and excited.

“I hope so? What do you mean I hope so?”

“Labor takes a while sometimes Peter. We could have him today or tomorrow.”

Peter throws his head back and lets out a loud groan.

“I want him out today!”

“Well then give birth for me, would you?” you say with a bit of attitude. When this baby comes out, you’re going to end up having to take care of two kids. Peter, and him. You really do need to find a name for the baby already. You’re kind of getting sick of calling him, ‘him’.

He shakes his head vigorously, “no thank you, I’m good. Sorry.”


Your contractions were less than five minutes apart. You had your eyes closed, breathing slowly.

In, out, In, out, In, out

Peter did the same, trying to calm himself as well. It seems like he was in greater pain than you were.

His face was concentrated, eyes closed, hands on his knees as he is sitting on a chair next to you, breathing deeply and strongly.

“Pete?”

“Hm?”

“Are you having contractions too?”

“Huh? No– why would you say that?”

You turn back to look at your belly, “nothin’.”


The contractions were getting stronger now. They were so painful, you were shaking.

Beads of sweat rolled down your forehead, your hair sticking to it as well. Your breathing was faster and you tried to hold back the tears.

Peter is so worried of you, he didn’t like seeing you like this, it hurts him seeing you like this.

“Should I call the nurse? Do you want an epidural? Those help right? To take the pain away?”

You shake your head no, “no, I don’t want it. I’m fine.” You managed to say.

“Are you sure? You seem to be in a lot of pain darling. I think you shoul–”

“No, I’–I’m fine.” The contraction finally ended, and you let out a deep breath.

“You are doing great love.” Peter says, pressing a kiss to your temple.


“All right, Ms. (Y/l/n), you are at 9 centimeters, one more and we’re going to start pushing.”

“One more? How long will that take? Oh my g– the baby is coming! oh my g– I need to call Aunt May! I need to call Ned too! I should tell Tony as well, oh my–.” Peter yells, grabbing his phone and running out the room to call everyone.

“Peter! Don’t leave now!” Peter quickly ran back inside, breathing as heavily as you are.

“Wow, I’m out of shape,” he says to himself while walking back towards you.

“Sorry love.”

“All right, we’re at 10 centimeters, it’s time Ms. (Y/l/n).”

You nod, Peter grabbing your hand with one hand, and holding your leg with the other.

“Take a deep breath, when I count to three I want you to hold it and push, okay?”

You nod, unable to speak.

“One, two , three, push.”

You take a deep breath and push as hard as you can. This was more painful than you thought.

You scream in pain a little, Peter hushing you.

“It’s okay darling, I’m right here. Just squeeze my hand.”

“One, two, three, push,” the doctor says again.

This time you pushed harder and squeezed Peter’s hand. And this time, he was the one to scream in pain, except ten times louder than you did.

“Sorry!”

“No no,” he said, his voice high and cracking, as he tried to hold the pain within him.

“Just a little bit more, we can almost see the head.”

Peter moves a little down and looks, and his eyes goes wide before going back to you.

“What?”

“N– nothing,” he said, voice still cracking. Let’s just say it was a bit scary down there.

“A few more Ms. (Y/l/n). One, two, push!”

“Hey! You didn’t say three! I wasn’t ready,” Peter yelled, also shrieking in pain as you squeeze his hand harder.

You push with all your might, causing the baby’s head to pop out.

“The head’s out! One more big push sweetie! You’re doing great!”

Peter peeks again, this time smiling wide.

“Baby! His head is out! He has curly hair just like me!”

You laugh with happy tears, “really?”

He nods his head, the smile not leaving his face. He leans in to kiss your lips.

“One more one more! One, two, push!”

You took a very deep breath and pushed harder than the last time. Pain instantly left your body, and a loud cry filled the room. You had tears running down your face before knowing it and Peter was smiling big with tears of his own.

“Baby boy at 4:37pm,” the doctor called out.

The doctor placed the baby boy on your chest.

“Here Mr. Parker,” one of the nurses said, handing Peter a pair of scissors, “cut right here please.” Peter did what he is told and cutting the umbilical cord, baby Parker crying on your chest.

“Good job mommy,” Peter says, placing a kiss on your lips.

“Thanks daddy,” you said, letting out a breathy laugh.

“Hold on,” the doctor called out, catching you and Peter’s attention.

“There’s another one on its way.”

anonymous asked:

I'm usually all about the smut but there's something about the way you write msr that has me craving sweet. Could you please write something before they are a couple where Scully is so sleepy and exhausted and Mulder cuddles her. In bed please! No sex.

Hi anon! I so *wish* I could write smut, but you asked for sweet anyway and here it is. No sex, apparently, is what I’m good at. Set in “Bad Blood” before the last scene in Skinner’s office. Mulder and Scully have to spend another night in Chaney. 

“Let’s just go home, Mulder.” Scully sighs, tugs at his jacket. He is dirty and he reeks. She probably does, too.

“Our flight isn’t until…uhm. We don’t have a flight.” Mulder stops to look around. Scully tugs at him again, exhausted, and he follows her. The drugs, whatever Sheriff Hartwell gave her, wear her down still. She just wants to sleep. Take a shower, maybe, but sleep. A lot. Forget all about this. One day, she decides, she’ll show interest in a man who is not crazy.

“Scully, did we book a flight? Where is the hotel?”

Or maybe crazy in a more charming, less harmful way. She takes Mulder’s hand intto hers and leads him to their hotel without incident.

Scully is certain that they have two rooms. They must have. Mulder, now freshly showered with damp, spiky hair, sits in her bed surrounded by several pieces of paper. This is her room, she is sure of it. He’s chewing on his pen (he’s all out of sunflower seeds) and trying to figure something out. So is she; what is he doing in her room? In her bed?

“Mulder?” Her tongue feels too big for her mouth. She tries to tame her own damp hair; her arms too heavy to even attempt to hold the blow dryer. It’s not like she needs to look her best here in this Vampire-infested town anyway. Or whatever these people are.

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?” Scully wants him to leave. Go wherever. He used her shower, fine, and if her nose is not mistaken, he also used her shampoo. She doesn’t care. All she cares about right this moment is sleep.

“I’m working on our report for Skinner. He wants to see us first thing in the morning.” Scully groans and Mulder eyes her curiously with the pen hanging from his mouth like a cigarette. There’s nothing left of his own confusion. Without her, he wouldn’t even have found his way back here. Now he looks as chipper as if he’s just returned from a vacation.

“Mulder, can we do this tomorrow, please? I’m tired.” She puts emphasis on the word hoping he gets the hint. He doesn’t. Instead he scoots over to make room for her on the bed. He’s got to be kidding.

“Skinner expects the report.”

“Since when do you care so much about reports?” Scully is too tired. She sits down next to Mulder, tears the folder out of his hands and looks at what he’s written down so far. None of it makes sense to her.

“Scully, I’m sorry they didn’t have any flights for tonight,” Mulder’s voice takes on a soft tone and Scully, against her better judgment, feels herself relax. “I know you want to go home. So do I. But we’re stuck here for another night and the sooner we deal with this,” he takes the folder back out of her hands, “the sooner we can file it away and forget about it.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Dear diary, today Agent Scully-”

“Mulder.” Her voice is sharp as a knife and he shuts up immediately. Out of the corner of her eyes she sees him grin.  

“So how about you tell me exactly what happened with you and Sheriff Buck Teeth.”

“Didn’t we go over this already?” Scully’s eyes refuse to stay open. The bed is surprisingly comfortable and Mulder is like a big, warm, soft pillow. One she shouldn’t use, but her body is drawn to his and she is just too exhausted to fight it.

“Uhm, no. Not this time. What did you two do in the car, Scully?”

“Hm?”

“In the car,” she hears Mulder’s voice somewhere near. I can do this with my eyes closed, she reasons, and lets them drift shut. “What did you two talk about?” Mulder’s voice feels wonderful, Scully thinks with a small smile. Why can she feel it? Oh right. Her head is on his chest. She is not sure how it got there or if she should move away from him. Her body is no longer cooperating and Mulder, apparently, doesn’t mind.

“Hmmmm.”

“So you didn’t talk? In the car? What did you do with that guy, Scully?”

“Nothin’.” She mumbles against his t-shirt clad chest. He smells good. So very, very good. “Why are you in my bed, Mulder?” She asks him, taking in more of his scent, and sighs deeply. This must be a dream, she thinks. They don’t cuddle like this in reality.

“Actually Scully, you’re in my bed.”

“Hm. No. My room.” He chuckles and the gentle lift of his chest feels wonderful. He puts his arm around her, tentatively at first, but she doesn’t even think about asking him to remove it.

“You and Sheriff Buck Teeth, Scully.”

“Hartwell.” She mumbles, fighting against the pull of sleep.

“Hm. He had buck teeth, Scully. What did you see in him?”

“This for the report?”

“I need to understand it, don’t I?” Scully snuggles closer into his side beginning to feel cold. He lets her go of her for a moment so he can put a blanket over her. She sighs in contentment when his arms go around her again, holding her close.  

“He was interested.”

“Ouch, that’s all it takes for you? Good to know.”

“Shut up, Mulder.” She wants to get up, stare at him, hit him, but he’s too soft under her cheek.

“Did you just talk, Scully, or did you…”

“He talked and then he drugged me, Mulder.” When she feels his whole body stiffen, she puts her hand on his stomach. Gently caresses him until his muscles relax again. “Nothing happened, Mulder.”

“How do you know if you were drugged?”

“Was checked out at the hospital.”

“When?”

“Before I found you.”

“You didn’t even think to look for me?”

“Mulder,” she whines, “I was drugged. You… slept it off.” Which, she figures, is why he is so wired now and she is everything but. He is quiet and she breathes in tandem with him. In and out, in and out. Scully feels herself drift off, safe in Mulder’s arms, when he leans away from her. She wants to complain, but he merely turns off the lights, and then she is back in his arms.

“The report?” She asks into the darkness.

“Can wait. Goodnight, Scully.” He holds her tightly, not even thinking about going to his – or her room – and she finds herself smiling before, finally, she falls asleep.  

His Maid, Overtime: 1

Summary: There are times when a blooming flower can be trapped by the thorns it uses to its will. It is trapped until the thorns are cut to a fine. A crow’s beak is it’s Savior. And it takes this beauty in its mouth to embrace her tightly…Ahem, apologies, I was lost in thought.

Next time on Black Maid “His Maid, Overtime”
You see, I am simply one hell of a maid.

Pairings: Almost Sebastian x Demon!reader

@wintersdoll

Warnings: Some smut, some violence

Word Count: 3328

Originally posted by beshov

Your name: submit What is this?

You let out a breathy sigh once his lips brushed against your cheek, then left a trail of kisses to your lips.

You opened your eyes as his arms wrapped around you. “This is so wrong…”

He smirked and you let out a yelp once his hands traveled down and firmly grasped your ass. “Sebastian!!”

He lowered himself, his eyes still locked with yours as his lips went under your chin and down your neck. You bit your lip and threw your head back once he slowly unhooked your garders and pulled them down.

He bit the tip of your glove and slid it down off your fingers while also pulling your skirt down. He traveled back up by unbuttoning the bottom to the top. Once he reached the top, the shirt fell to the floor. You were now in only a corset.

You looked at him unsurely as he began to untie the laces of the back. And at a very fast pace. “We should not…”

You found yourself turning to leave, but he grabbed your arms and pulled your back to his chest. His lips moved to your ear. “I have waited far too long for this. Let me enjoy myself.”

“I don’t think we should—”

“Shh…” It was when he moved his pale finger to your lips, pulling them down slightly, it was then did you realize he was bare.

He embraced you tightly and breathed in your scent. “Y/N…”

“Y/N…”

“Y/N!”

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A Pirate’s Life

Hello! I got a prompt for comfy and casual trans nudity at the beach so here is a fic about Fenris where he is trans. Also feat. a lil bit of the fenhawkes and Isabela in a starring role. Largely SFW.

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Isabela splays her legs on the sand and tips her head back, knocking it against the spindly trunk of the small tree under which they have all taken shelter. “If we’re going to be here for hours, the sea could at least cough up a bloody breeze.”

Fenris grunts in agreement. The tree is sparse and barely higher than Hawke’s head, and it provides minimal relief from the blazing sun. He’s beginning to wish the pirates would show up and steal Lord Ronfort’s shipment just so he could kill them and then go back to Kirkwall and lie unclothed on the stone floor of his shuttered house, which is at least slightly cooler than the surrounding air. But the sea stretching out in front of them is empty of ships.

Aveline dips her canteen back in the water barrel and chugs from it. “It’s only a couple of more hours until sunset, I think,” she says, wiping her mouth.

Fenris doesn’t know how she’s surviving in full plate armor. He’s in a breastplate, gauntlets, and leather and even that is extraordinarily uncomfortable. Hawke takes a drink as well. “Maybe we can just leave and hope no one shows up,” he mumbles.

“Oh, no. I am getting the other half of my fee,” Isabela says. “Ugh, Maker’s balls.” She shoves a hand up her shirt.

“Oh, for—do you have any decency?” Aveline grumbles.

“Give me a break, would you? There’s so much sweat under my tits I could swim in it.”

Fenris shifts slightly. His own problems are not quite so bountiful as hers, but they remain.

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Private Lessons

Dad!Chris Evans/first person OFC (Elaina)

A/N: Hello beautiful people, happy Friday! So this idea has been bouncing around in my head for awhile so here goes nothing. This is going to be a series, I’m currently planning on 10 parts. I hope you like it!

Synopsis: Elaina is teaching swimming lessons to a little boy named Lukas when she discovers that he is the son of Chris Evans. When Chris approaches Elaina to do private lessons with Lukas at the Evans’ home will things heat up? Will Elaina turn into a home wrecker that she never wanted to be? 

Moving to California was a big move for me. With high hopes of getting into the Hollywood scene I set off from the east coast so I could be surrounded by the right kind of people. After a year of jumping to from studio to studio for small roles as an extra my confidence of ‘making it’ dwindled. I decided to take a couple months off to refocus. Of course, when living in LA and paying rent, not working isn’t an option. I decided to go back to my roots and get a job as a lifeguard at the local lap pool. This eventually lead to teaching swimming lessons, and teaching kids of some of the hottest actors in Hollywood.

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anonymous asked:

WHY did you superglue your eyes shut? also how did you get them unstuck? you're the reason they have "superglue can bond eyelids together in SECONDS" on the back of superglue tubes aren't you

yeah, i saw that warning on the tube once when i was doing a school project and i was like Hm. I Want To Do This Now. so i put like two small dots of superglue on the outside rim of the corner of my upper eyelid and closed my eyes for a few seconds and instantly realized Well, Yeah, I Guess Gluing Your Eye Shut Will Glue Your Eye Shut.

to open the eye again i submerged that side of my face in warm water for several minutes, which did not do much good, and so i ended up ripping out my eyelashes on that part of my eye, which got most of the glue off, and then brute-force pulling my eyelids apart at the little points where they were still stuck together. it HURT SO MUCH HOLY SHIT and that eye was leaking tears for several hours afterwards and it was red and fucked-up-looking for days.

im honestly lucky i didn’t end up with some sort of serious eye injury

Just; C.H. 2

A/N Calum gives me serious feels lately. Let me know what you think xox

Part 1

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I can’t help but let my excitement show as I take the steps down to the front of the auditorium where my professor occupied the small desk. The room was silent, an occasional pen dropping to erase a word or a sigh leaving someone’s lips when he or she didn’t know the answer. My grin was wide and bright though, my feet slowly thudding along the linoleum down to my awaiting professor. It was the last exam before summer started, in my prospects I thought it went pretty well and within twelve hours I’ll hopefully be so drunk I won’t even know down from up. Life of a college student is great. 

“Ah, miss Y/L/N. Sadly to hear bio informatics isn’t up your alley. I was impressed with your paper. Wouldn’t mind you mastering in this. But still, have a great summer.” She smiles at me over the rim of her glasses as she takes the paper out of my outstretched hand. I didn’t absolutely loathe the course, but it always took place on Monday mornings and Friday afternoon. Which, as with any student, are the hours I actually don’t want to go. And most of the times, I wouldn’t. Until the professor told us on day one that our permanent evaluation would be a forth of our grade. They’re kind of forcing you to go then, aren’t they?

“Thank you ma'am. You as well.” I don’t grant her a second glance as I turn on my heel and snag my bag off of the floor near the door and bolt outside in a matter of seconds.

I breathe loudly in relief as I pull the door closed behind me, ending this horrid school year and opening up summer. I sling my bag over my shoulder as I type a response to Sarah’s message wishing me luck and telling me to stop by after I’m done. I am not paying attention as I walk towards the staircase and roughly bump into a hard, solid chest. 

“Ah – fuck. Sorry, shouldn’t walk and text at the same time.” I apologize and look up from my phone, which was now screen down on the floor, into the dark brown eyes of Calum Hood. He bends down and picks up my phone, inspecting the screen before holding it out to me. “Don’t worry about it. I think you dropped something… Y/n, was it?” He smiles, a dimple showing. And now I completely understand now why all those girls swoon while being near him. I might actually do the same thing, this exact moment.

“Oh uh - yeah thanks.” I take it from his hands and inspect it briefly before sliding it into my back pocket, away from harm. “So Y/n, you coming to our party tonight?” Somehow I’m a bit shocked that he knows my name, but on the other hand, he didn’t get so popular by being a complete jack ass either. He was known to be friendly, sometimes even a bit too friendly.

“Yes, Ashton asked me last week.” I bite my tongue when I realize what I have said and walk down the stair case, Calum following closely behind.

“Oh, didn’t know you knew Ash?” I turn my head to glance at Calum but continue walking. “Uh yeah we once had a class together.” I continue to bite the tip of my tongue as I speed up a little when the last set of stairs comes into view, ready to bolt out into the harsh sunlight and leave Calum behind.

His hand lands on my shoulder as we reach the bottom and he stops me in my tracks.

“Well Y/n, a friend of Ash is a friend of mine. I’ll see you tonight.” He lifts his sunglasses from the top of his head onto his nose, but not before throwing me a wink. His long legs take him out of the hallway, out the door, in mere seconds and I’m left alone. 

My phone loudly rings through the now empty hallway, a giggle escaping my lips as I walk through the door into the sunshine and pressing the phone to my ear. 

“You were going to let me know when you were done! How did it go?”

“Uh, I walked into Calum and dropped my phone, I’m only out for like five minutes now. I think it went fine, I’m coming over right now I’m at my car.” I breathe into the receiver, dropping my bag onto the passenger seat before I circle the car. “Okay I’ll see you in a bit, then you can tell me what that shit with Calum means.” I laugh loudly but end the call without another word.

“So, what was that about Calum Hood?” Sarah wiggles her eyebrows as she stares at me from her spot on her bed as soon as I step into the unlocked door. I chuckle dryly, breaths passing my lips with a loud huff as I let myself fall onto her desk chair, lazily spinning circles with my head thrown back. 

“I was texting you and my forehead collided with his tit. That’s about it.”

“Did he apologize?” I stop my spinning, feeling a bit light headed, blinking slowly. “Well no I ran into him. He asked if we were coming tonight though.” Sarah flies upright from her spot, throwing her magazine to the side, the paper landing against the wall before sliding through the crevice where her bed meets the wall.
“Since when do the popular guys care of your whereabouts?”

“They don’t. They’re just being friendly, they aren’t some mythological monster, S. Now grab your stuff, we’re changing at my place.” I throw her empty back pack onto her lap and hoist myself up, swaying from the dizziness of my spinning. Sarah roughly starts throwing multiple dresses into the small bag before turning around and shoving half of her make-up articles down the opening as well. I’m leaning against the doorway, nodding my head at Kyle passing Sarah’s open doorway and winking in my direction. “Hi Y/n, Sarah. Have a great summer.”
“You too Kyle. Going somewhere?” I reciprocate and lean my back against the hall, overlooking Kyle’s summer look and glasses up on his nose.

“The girlfriend and I are going on a road trip. I’m heading over to her right now.” He smiles and I grin in return, holding my arms out for a hug and I’m dangling ten centimetres above the floor. “Have fun. And say hi to Wendy from me.”
“I will. Bye girls!” he turns the corner and is out of sight within a minute, leaving me to refocus my attention on Sarah who’s beside me. “He’s such a sweet guy.”
“Hm. A great friend.” I hum in return, waiting for Sarah to close up before we too follow the same way Kyle did, out the door and towards my car.

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“Seriously? Are you going in a pair of jeans?” Sherilyn raises her eyebrow as I walk into the living room, ruffling up my loose curls. “Why wouldn’t I?” I stop in front of the television, eyeing my two best friends who are occupying my sofa. They may be in – what I’d consider – the best outfits to snag a guy tonight, but the way they’re splattered across my sofa tells you they’re as big of pigs as I am. “You wouldn’t expect Y/n to go in a slutty dress now, would you?” Linda smirks as she appears into the area. I raise my eyebrows and point to my dorm mate, quite a bit thankful for her presence right now.

I know Sher and Sarah probably want to drag me back up to my room, forcing me to change in something they consider more appropriate for tonight’s events.
Sarah shrugs her shoulders and I let myself drop next to her, grabbing a handful of popcorn and dropping the kernels one by one into my open, awaiting mouth. “We should get going soon, I am planning to get drunk fast and crash the rest of the eve in my soft, loving bed.” Sherilyn sighs as she redirects her gaze from her watch to the people in the room. I’m glad at least one person had the same thoughts as me, but seeing the glare Sarah is throwing Sherilyn right now, I know I’m up for something tonight.

“It’s only ten, those parties don’t start until midnight.” I groan loudly. “Are you going?” I turn towards Linda who is still leaning against the open doorway. “Yeah, ‘round midnight. Before that it’s just a snore fest.” I widen my eyes and point towards Linda again, trying to get my point across without using my words. “See?!”

“Y/n, come on. If you lay on that sofa for two more hours there is no way we’re getting you out of there again.” Sherilyn whines as I chew on my popcorn loudly, laying down more comfortably. “She’s actually right, Y/n. You’re a lazy ass.” Sarah agrees with Sher and I can’t help but to roll my eyes, wiping my butter covered hands along my jeans before standing upright with my hands on my hips.
“Alright then, let’s go.”

As we walk up the driveway of the frat house, all that can be seen are scattered red cups, drunk people stumbling about like zombies and some even just laying knocked out on the on the partially dead grass. A scoff leaves my lips as I step over one of those dead beat bodies, shaking my head. It was only ten thirty by now. How, in Hell’s name can they be that wasted already?

“Told you party would be in full swing.” Sherilyn points out as we approach the front door, only for me to stop right before we enter. “Those fuck wats are probably drinking since their exam ended, if not earlier.” I roll my eyes and hear Sarah chuckle behind me as I push past the moving, sweating bodies. 

I navigate us towards the kitchen for our first drink of the evening, filling three cups with the keg that’s on the counter. “They do know how to throw a party.” I yell over the music, bringing the cup to my lips as I take a long, freshening sip. I wave as Derek passes the door opening towards the living space, now transformed into the dance floor, and he stops in his tracks to jog over. “Ladies, long time no see.” He presses his lips to each one’s of our cheeks, throwing his arm around Sher’s and my shoulder nonchalantly. I could stand it when Derek touched me, merely because I knew he would never do so with the wrong intentions.

“Celebrating end of exams are we? I already got my grade. Guess I’ll be back in August.” He shrugs his shoulders, seeming not fazed by it all. “Well, I’m heading off. Tell your brother I said hi Sarah.” He winks at me before letting go and disappearing as fast as he appeared. “Shouldn’t he have graduated ages ago?” I laugh, throwing the rest of my cup back and refilling as Sarah answers. 

“Two years ago yeah. He is taking it slow my brother told me.” Sarah laughs as she lifts her own cup. “There’s Calum.” Sherilyn points in the general direction of Calum’s whereabouts and I glance over in a swift motion before turning around. “Yeah?” Both girls roll their eyes and I refrain from asking them what’s up but I am interrupted by a loud, booming male voice. 

“Y/n!” Ashton appears by my side and he presses me into a tight hug, spilling half of my drink over his back but he doesn’t seem to mind. Or he’s so drunk he doesn’t notice at all, right now I am not even sure which once it is. 

“Hi Ash. I see you’re having a great time.” I smile and let him, just as Derek did mere minutes ago, throw his arm around my shoulders for leverage. “And who are these fine ladies?” He points towards my best mates in front of me, a bit of yellowish liquid sloshing out of his red solo cup. 

“Sherilyn and Sarah.” I smile, pointing to the respective girls, both of them grinning and waving towards a wavering Ashton. “We could use some hot girls like you. I think everyone here is ugly.” Ashton whines. Drunk. Definitely completely off of his ass. 

“You should meet the rest of the group. They’d like you lot.” His gaze wanders off around the perimeter searching for any of his friends. I give my girl friends an apologetic grin but they chuckle in response, probably not minding it one bit. “Oh Nathan. Nathan!” Ash completely forgets about our conversation as he bolts off towards, apparently, Nathan and disappears from sight. 

I chuckle dryly as I once more chug my cup down until the last drop before giving myself another refill. "Well this is going to be an interesting night.“ I mumble to myself as I see Sherilyn has already disappeared to a guy which I know is in one of her classes, but don’t ask me which. Sarah is looking around too already and I know it won’t be long before I’m wandering around in the house all by myself. As long as they’re having fun.

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She often would stay often in the bathroom, avoiding the group who causes her most suffering in this school. She often kept asking ‘why? What did I do?’ the thought of it kept her in tears, curling up into the corner of the bathroom, as tears trickled down her cheeks.

“I should just drop out…” she told herself quietly, “I hate this school…and I hate my stupid sister …stupid Hatsune…” she rubbed her eyes to stop her tears, sniffling and holding them back. Soon she heard the door close as someone entered.

“Well that makes 2 of us..” said the girl. “You’re zatsune right? Hm, you don’t look much like her except the hair style obviously. You should change that..be your own person. “ she walked up to her, as zatsune looks up and stayed on the ground. “I saw those ass of a groupie harassing you, kinda irritating too since you are near my locker so I get front row seats on the show. But it isn’t my style..plus I hate them as much as I hate your sister. So much crowd it just urks me.” she slowly kneels down and looks at Zatsune.

“Look I have nothing against you…You are new and you got greeted the shittiest way possible because you are how they put it, a Pirated Copy. But I don’t see you that way. You seem to be a hole lot of different. I like that, so…lets make a deal…You want to avoid those ass holes right? Why don’t you hang out with me then? Just please don’t make me go near your sister and her gigantic crowd will ya?” she asked as she held out her hand, Zatsune looked at her confusingly.

“You..want to be friends with me?” asked zatsune as the girl nodded and said “Yeah basically…come on. I am not going to bite you.” she giggled. Zatsune looked at her and then at her hand…trying to understand the situation.


But surely she slowly takes her hand and nodded, “O…kay.” she said as the girl helped zatsune stand up. “Sweet..Oh by the way my name is ___….Nice to meet you.”

Your Dare (Chanyeol)

http://akkie-ku.tumblr.com/ I hope you enjoyed this!! ^-^

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It was one of those nights where the boys and I got together and we have game night. Tonight, we’re all sat in a circle, playing Truth or dare.

The game’s been going on for about 20 minutes and Baekhyun’s outfit is inside out, Sehun is wearing my pajama shorts, Lay has pigtails and Xiumin is drenched in water.

“____! Truth or dare?” Chen asked.

“Truth.” was my immediately answer. A round of “Eyyyyyyyy” went around the room from the boys.

“Fine fine! Dare!” I changed my answer. Baekhyun and Chen looked at each other before Baek leaned in to whisper something into Chen’s ear, pointing towards Chanyeol before leaning back.

“I dare you to be duct taped to Lay hyung for the rest of the game.” Chen finally said, ending his sentence with a smirk. Chanyeol, who was next to me, gave out a small growl if distaste.

“Can’t she be duct taped to me?” he whined.

“Then that would be no fun.” Baekhyun mocked him. In about 3 minutes, I was taped, back to back, to Lay who was clearly trying to hold in his giggles because my hair was tickling his neck.

The game went on for another hour before everyone was finished. I kept laughing throughout the game that when my head leaned back, I hit Lay’s head and we laughed even more. The laughter died when they were removing the tape from us. My skin is still hurting.

Chanyeol, however, didn’t look amused.

“Come on, let’s get you home so the kids can rest.” he said, quickly grabbing my things and escorting me out towards his car. On the ride back home, he was quiet, his eyes focused straight on the road. His expression stone cold. I didn’t dare to say anything until we got back to my apartment.

He came in and closed the door behind him, hooking his large jacket on the hook and walking past me to sit on the couch.

“Yeol? Are you okay?” I finally plucked up the courage to ask him. He stayed silent. I then sat down next to him. What surprised me was that he scooted away, refusing to look over at me.

“Chanyeol.” I said. My tone was serious, making him look over.

“Did you enjoy being taped to Lay hyung? Hm?” he finally spoke childishly. My eyes narrowed at his question.

“What?”

“Did you enjoy being taped to Lay? When we were playing truth or dare?” he repeated.

“Do you hear yourself right now? You sound crazy.” I couldn’t help but feel amused at his hint of jealousy.

“I asked you a question.” he kept a frown on his face.

“No! I mean, Yixing is a close friend, I felt comfortable. Why? Are you jealous?” I smirked. Slowly his cheeks started to turn a light pink color.

“No…I just…yes.” he looked away. A giggle escaped my mouth before I took my fingers and turned his chin so he can face me. His eyes met mine and I gave him a smile.

“Oppa. Who am I dating?”

“…me.” he looked down.

“And who are you dating?”

“…You.” was his reply.

“That’s right! There’s no reason for you to feel jealous. Baekhyun and Chen wanted to tease you a little to see if you’d get mad. Didn’t you see their faces when we left? They were laughing.” I told him. Now his cheeks were darker.

“I’ll get them back later.” he mumbled. I giggled again.

“Feeling better?” he nodded, taking my hands and intertwining his fingers with mine.

“I’m sorry, baby.” he said before leaning in for a kiss which I gladly returned.
He stayed the night for a movie and we both fell asleep on the couch.

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Make It Work (Pt.3) // Wonwoo

“Good relationships don’t just happen. They take time, patience, and two people who truly want to be together.” -Unknown.

Genre: fluff, neighbor! & best friend!wonwoo
Word count:  2.2k

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 /


You went through your bag and took out your textbook and pen when you heard someone in front of you clear their throat. You looked up and was surprised to see Soeun standing in front of you.

“Hi,” she smiled.

Your brows furrowed, confused as to why she was talking to you and watched as she took a seat on the chair beside you.

“Sorry I ran away yesterday. I got…kind of surprised.”

Oh.

“I realized that it was insensitive of me to ask you about someone else. I honestly wanted to make friends with you. I just didn’t know what else to talk about.”

You blinked, trying to process what she just said. Did she say she wanted to make friends with you? You heard her right…right?

Just then, the bell rang, prompting everyone to go back in the room and to their seats. Soeun looked back just in time to see the teacher walk in.

“Let’s eat lunch together if you want?”

You glanced at the teacher then back to her. “Uh, okay?”

“Great,” she smiled and walked back to her seat.

Your eyes followed her until she took her seat at the front. She looked back at you and smiled, giving you a little wave. You nodded and smiled back and turned your attention to the teacher in front. Well, it looks like you now have a lunch mate and maybe, just maybe, a new friend.


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BTS Gang (Part 6 /final?)

I apologise for any mistakes OTL

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5

warnings: adult language, violence

“Don’t you dare to do something to her!!” He yelled while he looked shocked at the screen of the computer that Taehyung was putting down on a table.

A voice calling it’s father was heard from the black laptop.

I slowly moved closer to look at the screen.

“DAD!!” a girl cried, tied on a chair with injuries all over her body.

All of a sudden the picture went black and Taehyung closed it.

“Hurry up or you won’t see here anymore.”

Is that the professor they were searching for from the beginning? and where they thought that I was his daughter, as they have kidnapped me?

“TALK!” Yoongi yelled and pierced his knife deeper into his skin.

“What do you want to know?!” the professor said under heavy breaths.

“The password”

“What password???”

Taehyung pulled the black USB stick out of his jacket. “To this”

“Where did you got his from!?” the man was shocked.

“Oh with some help” he said and looked at me.

“You- you are” Mr. Son was almost unable to talk as Yoongi was holding the knife even closer to him.

“Yoongi let him finish” Taehyung said while putting the stick back in his pocket.

“you are working…for… Namjoon?” Mr. son said out of breath.

Taehyung smirked and squat down to be on his eye level. “Does it matter to whom we belong to? Now tell us what the fucking password is”

“NEVER!” the professor yelled and Yoongi was back with his knife on his throat.

“Spit it out or your sweet daughter won’t be alive in any minute!” Yoongi growled.

“It’s transit umbra, lux permanet. Please don’t do anything to her!”

“Y/N take a note of it” Taehyung said.

I quickly tore out a piece of paper off a book and searched for a pen to write with.

“I-I forgot what he said” I stuttered.

transit umbra, lux permanet!” Mr. Son repeated.

“Thank you very much for your help, professor” Taehyung smiled and grabbed my wrist to leave the room.

As the door closed a scream was heard from inside.

“We can leave” Yoongi said as he came out, his hands were covered in red blood.

I was shocked again, brainlessly following them to wherever they were going now.

The halls were deserted.

We arrived at the suite we where before.

I was watching them quickly packing everything together.

“Did you  get the password?” Namjoon asked as he came back with the others.

“Sure, Y/N got it” Taehyung answered.

Namjoon made his way to me.

I was still holding the piece of paper in my right fist.

“Good job, Y/N. I guess I can say that you are a great agent” he smiled and moved his hand to stroke my hair.

Suddenly another hand slapped Namjoon’s aways.

“Don’t you dare to touch her!” Jimin said, his face was red from the anger that has filled his body.

Namjoon chuckled. “Calm down I won’t steal your bitch away”

“She is noT A BITCH!” Jimin formed his hands into fists.

“Oh my bad, I meant HOE!”

Jimin jumped at him and punched him in the face.

Namjoon pushed him away and slammed him against a wall to kick him.

Yoongi and Jungkook were amused at their fight scene while Seokjin shook his head, sighing.

“STOP IT!!” I yelled and tried to get Jimin off of Namjoon that was now punching him on the ground.

“Jimin, please!!” I said and dragged him away from him.

The older one stood up and whipped the blood off of his lower lip.

“Nice punch” he said and went to pack his bag again.

“Y/N You should change so we can leave” Taehyung said and gave me some new cloths.

I did as he told me and changed in the bathroom.

“Taehyung, what are you?”  I asked as I finished.

“What do you mean?” He giggled.

“Who are you working for? What is on the USB stick?”

“Do you need to know?” he looked away to pack his gadgets.

“YES? Since I’m kind of involved in your whole shit”

He looked up at me. “We are all a gang and I belong to them like you do now”

“No one asked for my approval if I want to stay!” I said angrily.

“No one asked, and now we are here”

“What do you mean?”

He ignored my question and took out the stick. “In here are really important formulas that can get us lots of money”

“So money is the reason why you kill people?”

“Y/N stop blabbering and move your ass here!” Yoongi called me over to him and Hoseok.

“What” I crossed my arms.

“Put this into your bra” Hoseok said and gave me a little item that looked like the thing I gave Namjoon at the casino.

“What is that?” I asked and looked at it.

“A sensor, we all have one. If we get lost, then the others can see where we are” he explained.

“No thank you” I said and handed it back to him. “That’s why we couldn’t escape from you”

“That’s for your own saftly”

“I don’t care!”

“Y/N put it in or I will! I’m sick of you bitching around!” Yoongi growled.

“You know what I’m sick of!?” I yelled.

“Y/N just do it” Jimin said and gave it back to me.

I looked angrily at him but then put it in my cloths.

“Ok guys we can leave” Namjoon said and grabbed his bags.

“THIS IS THE POLICE! OPEN THE DOOR!”

The voice was coming from outside the room.

“Fucking shit” Namjoon cursed and made a hand move to us that we should go to a room.

“We are going to jump out of here” he explained and opened the window.

“What??” I looked shocked down on the busy street filled people and cars.

“OPEN THE DOOR OR WE WILL!”

“I’ll go first” Jungkook said all calm.

Jungkook stood on the edge of the window frame and took a deep breath before he jumped.

He landed saftly and acted all normal in the crowd.

All of them jumped, only Jimin and me were left.

“No I can’t” I started crying.

“Y/N come on we need to leave!” Jimin said and grabbed my wrist.

I shook my head.

The police was starting to hit the door.

“Shit.” Jimin said and breathed out. “You trust me right?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Good, then trust me now.” He said and grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him.

He let himself fall and me with him.

I tried my best not to scream to not get any attention of the people.

But that was for nothing since, we landed on a table of a bistro.

“Sorry mister!” Jimin said as we ran off.

Someone was calling for the police as we crossed the street.

“Where are the others?” I asked as we ran.

“You will see!”

My legs already hurt form the long run.

A black van was suddenly appearing in front of us.

Taehyung opened the door and we jumped in.

“They are in” he said to Seokjin who was driving and he stepped on the gas.

Namjoon was sitting next to him looking on a map.

“Where are we going now?” I asked out.

“To a nice place called home” Hoseok said, who was leaning against his seat.

“He means the office of our boss, to get the money” Jungkook chuckled.

“Nice but I really want to leave now” I said.

No one said anything until we arrived at a huge building.

We all got out of the van and entered it.

Namjoon knocked at a door and a man opened it.

“He is ready to see you” he said and let us in.

The room was filled with computers, weapons and other gadgets.

“Ah~ BTS you are back” a man said as he cleaned his sunglasses.

“Boss we got the stick with the password” Namjoon said and handed it to him.

The man put his sunglasses on and looked closer at the item.

“Good, really good” he smiled.

I looked around and spotted a door were ‘exit’ was written on it.

I made a little more space to them, so I could move to the door.

They were looking at a computer as they stuck in the USB.

I took the chance and quickly run to the door to leave.

“Fuck you!” I yelled as I run out.

I took the sensor out of my bra and threw it away.

“Shit where am I supposed to go now?” I said to myself as I was standing in front of two doors.

I quickly opened the right one and ended up in the same room as I was before.

“That was cute Y/N” Namjoon said sitting in a chair.

Jungkook grabbed me and dragged me to the others.

“Now you won’t pull it out that easy” Hoseok said as he put the sensor on my chest and pushed it deep into my skin till it started bleeding.

“STOP IT!” I cried.

He put a plaster on it.

I sobbed and landed with my knees and hands on the floor as Jungkook let go of me.

“Now welcome to BTS!” the boss said and I looked up at him with swollen eyes.

“Also you did a nice job there, I’m glad to have a new female member in our group” he said and put the usb in a black box.

“I don’t want to be in a fucking gang!” I yelled as I stood up.

He just sighed. “We had to choose between killing you or to let you join the gang and we choosed this way because we don’t want to kill such a sweet young lady” he smiled and left with a hand motion.

“OH WOW THANK YOU VERY MUCH!” I yelled.

“Yoongi kill me” I said and run to him.

“What?” he looked amused at me.

“Come on kill me! Take out our gun! Shoot me!!”

“Y/N calm down!” Jimin said and pulled me away from Yoongi.

“I want to be death!!” I cried.  “Kill me Jimin!“

“Sshh” he pulled me tighter to him and stroked my hair to calm me down.

“I think we should go and rest” Namjoon said after a while and they all left.

Jimin leaded me into a room and told me to sleep a little.

“I don’t want to sleep” I said angrily. “How am I going to sleep knowing that m life is over?”

“Just try ok? I’ll stay here with you” he smiled.

“Taehyung said that no one asked to be in this gang, what does that mean?”

“We all are here for a reason” he explained “I lost my family and this is the only family I have now”

“I’m sorry” I said and looked at the ceiling “I also lost mine”

“I’m sorry” he said and leaned his head on the bed while sitting on the floor.

“We are all the same” Jimin said. “That’s why we can’t leave” he closed his eyes.

“Jimin”

“Hm?”

“Why are you so nice to me?”

“Haven’t I told you that I like you?”

“Yes you did” I giggled.

“So? Isn’t that reason enough?” he giggled with me.

I learned more about them now.

I guess I should accept my destiny.

Or not?

Alpha Sitting

So here’s my gift for @weebwritings for the usuk summer festival! Sorry it’s a little late, my laptop completely broke down :/ Anyway, I hope you like it!


“Arthur, do you remember that alpha who used to live next to me when we were children?” Francis asked, leaning back in the chair he was sitting in and crossing his legs, eyes glancing across the stack of papers he was holding. It had been a slow day in the library so far, not many people wanting to come in while the weather was so nice, and the beta’s boredom-induced attempts at conversation were beginning to get on Arthur’s nerves.

“You’re supposed to remain quiet in a library, you idiot,” Arthur grumbled, pulling another stack of books from the drop box and beginning to silently check them back in, “How have you not gotten that concept by now?”

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anonymous asked:

Ask box roulette- Rizzrack :v

“Hm. I wonder why the Hidden Ones placed him on my list, but I won’t question their orders.” Lanaya began her search for the small Keen, and considering he never left his large, loud pollution machine, it didn’t take long to find him.

“Rizzrack. You have been decreed for death by the Hidden Temple, and I am here to carry out those orders. You will pay for whatever you did, with your life.”

Lanaya put up her Refraction and Melded out of view. She closed her eyes and prepared herself to strike. As fast as she disappeared, she reappeared, leaping up into the air and unleashing a devastating blow right down the middle of the Timbersuit, making sure to hit the keen very precisely in the head. 

Lanaya then rapidly gripped her Blink Dagger and blinked into nearby trees, waiting to see if there was any response from her target, or if she was just as lethal as usual.

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prince & prince

tododeku || multichap, sfw || 3k

Summary: Note to self: don’t accidentally fall in love with a prince who’s in an arranged marriage keeping your kingdoms from declaring war against each other. Especially when you’re spying on him as his manservant.

(it’s the prince au, everyone)

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4 and 8 for the prompt.

4. You can hit me, but you can’t kiss me
8.  You remind me of my grandfather.

Post-Triangle

Mulder rubbed his sore jaw, smiling fondly at the memory of Scully’s face when their lips parted, just before she clocked him.

“Scully,” he called out, hoping she was still nearby.

Scully heard Mulder call her name from just outside the door to his room.  She hesitated, but turned around and went back in, making her impatience easily recognizable on her face.

“Mulder, I can’t keep coming in here,” she said, gripping the rail on the side of the bed.  "What do you want?“

"You can hit me, but you can’t kiss me?” he asked.

“Excuse me?” She raised her brow in puzzlement.

Mulder took her right hand in his and folded her fingers into a fist.  He brought her knuckles up and gingerly touched them to his jaw, hoping he lined the bruise up correctly with her hand.

“You were there, Scully,” he whispered, laying back in bed and keeping a hold on her wrist and arm.  "In red satin and pincurls. You didn’t even know me, but you went with me.“

Scully pulled her hand free and leaned closer until their faces were inches apart and she stared into his eyes, scrutinizing the size of his pupils.  He gazed back through a dreamy fog of painkillers, giving her a dopey smile.  

"I kissed you and you hit me,” he said.

Scully raised her hand between them and held up her index finger.  "Mulder, follow my finger with just your eyes.“

"I don’t have a concussion, Scully.”  He followed the trail of her finger to prove himself; side to side, up and down.

Scully put her hand on his head and sifted her fingers through his hair to check for knots.

“You really did save the world,” he murmured, closing his eyes.

She kept moving her fingers through his hair because it seemed to make him calm and drowsy.  The sooner he fell asleep, the sooner she could leave.  His eyes opened again and drooped softly like a baby fighting sleep.

“You remind me of my grandfather,” Scully said.

“Hm, why?” he murmured.

“He had dementia late in life and said some pretty outrageous things as well.”  She gave him a smile and he smiled back as his eyelids fluttered.

“Would you hit me again if I kissed you?” he asked.  "If we weren’t being chased by Nazis next time?“

Scully stilled her fingers in his hair and tipped her head.  She could see that his breathing had already slowed as though he was talking in his sleep.  There was no movement under his eyelids.

"Mulder?” she whispered, rubbing his head lightly.  He didn’t move.  She pulled her hand back and rested against the bed rail to watch him sleep.  She lingered over him for a few moments longer and then pulled the blanket up to his shoulders.  She smoothed her hand over his head again and then lightly moved her fingers over the bruise on his jaw.  "Try me some time and find out,“ she whispered before she left the room.

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5SOS Preference : Hands In His Hair

Michael: Your fingers sifted through the mixed colored hair on your lap. “Relaxed yet?” you ask him calmly and his eyes stay shut. “Hm?” He asked and you laugh softly. “I’ve been running my fingers through your hair for almost an hour now and yeah.” “I like it when you mess with my hair.” “Why?” He shrugged opening his eyes slightly. “Because it feels amazing and well, i really just like it.” You blush. “I should do it more often then.” He closes his eyes again. “Yeah, you really should.” Laughing more to yourself then to him, you continued to let his hair fill the spaces between your fingers, him slowly dozing off as you did so.

Luke: Your hands tightly grasped his hair and he was hovering above you, just staring down at you. “What are you thinking right now?” You pulled his hair slightly, pulling him closer to you and your lips by his ear. “Thinking about you and me is all.” He chuckled deeply. “Just that? I think you’ve got something else on your mind, but since we’re surrounded by my family, you’re keeping quiet.” You blush and he smirks, dropping your hands from his hair, making you pout. “Just be patient, you can grab my hair all you want when i get you home.”

Ashton: “I love your curls.” you giggle and continue to play with his hair. “When you keep them around that is.” He laughs. “You really like them that much?” You nod. “Yeah, i can play with them, actually i can play with your hair no matter what cause i just love messing with it, but i do like the curls.” He sighed contently as your fingers brushed the sides of his head and trailed down to his jawline and then back up again, kissing the top of his head, the only time you could kiss his head. “Keep it curly for me when you’re home, cut it when you’re on tour.” He smirked up. “That’s a deal i can work with.”

Calum: “I’m thinking about getting a hair cut.” He says and your jaw dropped. “No, don’t do that!” “Why?” he asked turning around and you ran over to him, raising your hands above your head and putting them to his head, barely brushing over his hair. “I like your hair. Being the length that it is now, means i get to play with it and you know how i like playing with your hair.” He smirked and picked you up so it was easier for you to play with his hair. “There are plenty of ways you can play with my hair, doesn’t always have to be gentle.” You smirked at him. “Take me to the bedroom then Mr. Hood.”

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anonymous asked:

How would the boys react to there s/o being in pain and not being able to move due to them being way to rough with them when they were drunk?

Shu - *sighs softly and pets your head* “…Rest, it’ll do you good…” *cuddles you and faintly rubs your hips soothingly with the pads of his thumbs*

Reiji - *coughs uncomfortably, looking over you* “Just… give me a moment, dear… I believe I have something for that.” *gets up, looking through his medicine cabinet*

Ayato - *grins like the smug asshole he is* “You fuckin’ liked it, don’t complain now pancakes~” *gets a big smack on the head* “Hey, what’s the big idea-”

Laito - *frowns softly* “Hm, does it hurt that badly bitch-chan…?” *lays you down, massaging you* “Tell me next time if I go too rough… I like you feeling good, not like this.”

Kanato - *glares at you softly* “You have no right to complain doll after you slipped that into my drink.” *walks off, you better not follow him either*

Subaru - *his eyes widen in worry* “S-shit… W-why did you- Tch, damn woman, you shouldn’t let me do that you when I’m- Fuck!” *is too terrified to touch you, but you sigh and pull him close, saying a cuddle and some rest will do you just fine* *huffs softly and presses a kiss to your head* “Tch.”

Kino - *chuckles* “Well, it was pretty good, hehe~ We did it three times, you begged for the last one I remember, although it is a little fuzzy~” *whines when you bat him on the head, saying he was the one begging* “E-eh, no weirdo… D-don’t spin this on me or anything-”

Seducing A Vampire

Simon

I am ninety percent sure that Baz has it bad for me. Not like, killing me in my sleep bad, but like, dirty make-outs in dark alleys bad. I only came to this conclusion after realizing that I had it bad for Baz. After mooning over him for weeks I realized that sometimes Baz would stare back, and not in a hateful way. This might be wishful thinking on my part, I wouldn’t put it past me, but I have a feeling that there is something between us, not a one sided something either.
I wanted to make a move, but I honestly didn’t know how. Baz is so intimidating, and if I’m wrong about his feelings I’ll probably end up as a vampire snack. Still, I can’t hold back my feelings much longer; I was never very good at keeping secrets. So I decide to try to seduce Baz, a vampire, I’m going to seduce a vampire.
I’ve never tried to seduce anyone before. With Agatha, we were just together, and I didn’t have to do any work because it was assumed we would end up with each other. I could just declare my love for Baz, but somehow that feels worse than trying to pull of being sexy.
Tonight, something is going to change, I just hope it’s for the better.

Baz

Snow is making my life a living hell lately. I keep catching his eye contact unexpectedly during class, and I swear to god the last time it happened I blushed. He started sleeping shirtless last week, like he’s purposefully trying to push me past my limit. I have no desire to go to our room, but I’ve had more than enough rats already and nothing else to do.
When I step into the room Simon is lounging on my bed, shirtless, with jeans I’ve never seen him wear. They are snug, dark wash, and they ignite something in me. I have no idea what’s going on, but my defenses are up immediately.
“What the fuck Snow?”
He raises his eyebrow, something that I would do, and smirks, all confidence. None of this makes sense, none of this is his usual blustering self, and even though I love his awkwardness, I have to admit, this is hot.
“Hey Baz.”
“Hey yourself, what the hell are you doing on my bed? And why do you look like a cheesy vampire stereotype?”
He lifts off the bed and strides over to me. Up close I can see he’s wearing eyeliner, another unexpected change. It looks good on him, too good. Snow dips his thumbs into his waistband and shrugs largely, which flex his muscles.
“What are you going to do about it Baz? Fight me? There are rules to follow, ones even you can’t break.”
Snow has never spoken this smoothly, not unless he’s wanted something. When Snow wants something he’ll do whatever he has to in order to get it. I wonder what he wants.
I circle him a bit, and he leans against the wall, hips jutting out in an appealing angle. If I weren’t sure he hated me, I would say he’s flirting with me, but he couldn’t be flirting. There’s no way.
“Look Snow…” I trail off uncertainly.
He laughs, deep in his throat. “Yes Baz?”
I study him, warily. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing. Did you want me to be doing something?”
“Shut up.”
He looks up at me through his eyelashes and walks slowly forward. “Why? Bothering you, am I?”
I shake my head, partly because he’s pissing me off, partly because I’m going mad with wanting him.
He gets close to me and lifts his chin so I’m looking down at him. His eyes are vulnerable in that instant, and what I see…makes me gasp. There’s desire there. He wants this. He wants me.
“Baz…” He whispers, his eyes are deep oceans of blue, and I’m falling, drowning in their endless depths.
“Hm…” I breathe.
He puts his hands on my stomach and gently backs me up until I bump softly against the wall. This is foreign territory; I don’t know what to do, or what to say.
“You’re wearing eye liner.” I whisper.
He touches my lips with his fingertips lightly. “And do you like it?”
There’s a double meaning in his question, and I feel my feeble resistance crumble. “Yes.”
He growls lightly and kisses me. I feel myself unfurl, opening to his touch. It feels like the first breath you take after being underwater too long; wild, uncontrollable, and urgent. His fingers wander to my waistband and he tugs it forward, pushing all of me against him. I whine, low in my throat, and I think he likes that because suddenly he bites down on my lip grabs my neck a bit roughly.
I pull back slightly, looking into his eyes. They’re hazy, but warm. I want to ask questions but I’m afraid of what the answers will be. For now I’ll just drown in his kisses and his deep blue eyes.
“You’re going to be the end of me Snow,” I mutter.
He licks his lips. “I was kind of counting on it.”

"Imagine a monster chasing and trying to kill you, so you run to Crowley for protection, and he gets all badass because he loves you." One Shot

Author: whogles1

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Warnings: none

Fic:

Hurried footsteps rustled through the pitch darkness of the forest, the lone girl’s desperate rasping breath was the only other sound that could be heard. But they were there. And they weren’t far away, hunting her relentlessly. Nevertheless she took the risk of checking the deep wound to her stomach.It was agony to touch so she stopped. Hot, wet, sticky blood drenched her shirt and dripped steadily to the ground. 

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soft-taetae  asked:

Can you please do EXO's reaction when you try to cheer them up when they're upset by doing aegyo or silly stuff ? Love your blog btw, so cute :3 <3

Sorry guys, I got kind of lazy today… This is really just a gif set of EXO being serious cutie pies that’s all. Hope you don’t mind :)

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Xiumin: “Aww.. don’t cry! Darling, your glasses are all fogged up. Here let me clean it. -nose touch-“

Luhan: No caption needed.

Kris (feat. Lay, Chanyeol, Tao, Sehun): “… Guys, cute faces, cute faces.”

“I’m cute aren’t I? See. And oppa doesn’t want to see you cry hm? -nods-”

Suho: “Aigoo.. why are you crying? Oppa has a ton of money, is there anything you want?”

Lay: -kisses-

Baekhyun: “Oh… I can’t find my baby doll anywhere. Ahh.. where did she go? -searching- Maybe if I close one eye, will I find her? Wow! Look at her, she’s so beautiful. She’ll be even beautiful-er if she doesn’t have tears in her eyes.”

Chen: “Please don’t cry… - puppu dog face-“

Chanyeol: Gif says it all. (That bright smile will turn any frown upside down).

D.O: -peeks at you through your hair- “Babe, am I cute?… No?…Haha, you know I suck at aegyo…”

Tao: “Hyungs, I need your help. Babe, you ready for this? I know you’re a huge SHINee fan so.. are you ready for this?”

“Did that make you feel better? - runs his fingers through her hair-”

“No? …. well too bad, come here, Oppa wants a hug.”

Kai: Seriously, no caption needed.

Sehun:  ”Aigoo….. fine, I’ll be cute for you, babe. Not cute enough?”

“Fine… -full blown aegyo-… Better?”

- Admin KP (Hope you guys liked it, cuteness overload guys.. “IT’S AN OVERDOSE!”)