Hunting’s a total blast until you hit your heat. In between each cycle, you only know how much fun it is to catch a case, to get on the road and feel the rumble of Dean’s car beneath you, all open windows and loud music. The fights are always rough, but in the way that makes you feel strong, in a way that makes your muscles ache with anticipation just to think about it. And of course, there’s the feeling of knowing that you saved someone, that you stopped one small little evil and left the world a little better for it.
But then your heat hits, and you remember. Hunting is not ideal for an Omega.
~HEY Y’ALL it’s ya girl back at it again with some more Grayson fluff. This one is kinda inspired by Ethan’s tweet about sleepy and delirious Gray. I’m hoping to write more often, it just takes a lil more for me to get inspired. OH and thank you guys so, SO much for all the positive feedback on my first Gray imagine, “take me there”. I’m so proud of it and I’m so happy you guys seem to enjoy it as well. :)
**No warnings (unless you wanna count Ethan’s dirty joke in the beginning)**
“He was up pretty late last night, probably beating it to a picture of you or something, I dunno,” Ethan teased after letting you inside the apartment.
“Good lord, E,” you groaned with a scrunched face. You followed him past the kitchen and into the living room.
“I’m kidding loser,” he chuckled, plopping down on the couch and pressing play on the game he had paused to answer the door. “He was just up editing his part of the video for a long ass time last night. Although he probably did do the other thing. Wouldn’t put it past him.”
“Ethan!” You scolded, soliciting a laugh from your boyfriend’s brother.
“Just being truthful, cupcake,” he shrugged, not taking his eyes off his game. You scoffed and jokingly shoved his head as you walked past him (ignoring his whines that you made him mess up his game or whatever) and made your way to Grayson’s room, quietly opening and closing the door behind you. You leaned against the door and sighed in sympathy and love as you laid eyes on his sleeping figure.
aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering
min yoongi x
themes, talk of masturbation, smut, language, some type of fluff words—
remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point
of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’,
and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to
provide hand jobs for a living…
inspired by the
novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the main character’s past
Authors Note: I KNOW ITS LONG BUT I PROMISE YOU ITLL BE WELL WORTH IT. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT!!! IM YELLING IM SO HAPPY I FINISHED THIS!!!!
Summary: a series of short stories to your forever.
(each bolded word starts a new short story, the horizontal lines also divide each story.)
@hamilton-noodles Jo is a blessing to this earth. THE MOST eloquent person I have ever come across. I personally give this story to her, and all the stars in the sky. I want to publicly thank her for being one of the best people I have ever met (PERIOD) I love her so much and she is my bestest of the best friends.
@adolescenthowell RACHAEL was my first friend on this blog and I want to thank her for reading my shit, facetiming me when I need motivation to write, and most importantly sticking by me. She is so talented and I love her.
@fanfrickinhamiltasticimagines Sophie is the kindest human being alive. I want to give her all my thanks for proof reading for me. She is an amazing human being and so so out of this world talented. Love ya girl!
@whatdimissmotherfuckers Ruby for being such an adorable little bean. She’s the most giving yet still sassy person ever and I admire her self confidence. I hope you keep doing you babe. Her art and writing is the BESTEST. AND I ALSO LOVE HER DEARLY.
If life had worked out perfectly; you would have never met him. You took the wrong train going downtown. Stupid, you knew, but being a first time New Yorker was hard. You wandered the streets aimlessly until you found a subway station late at night, hoping and praying you’d be able to find your way back home, your phone having died hours ago. You sat on a bench tapping your foot anxiously waiting for your train going up when a subway car rattled its way to your station. You were passing the doors when you saw a man runselfning down the length of the aisles in the subway car, singing loudly with a pair of headphones on. He didn’t notice you immediately, but when his eyes finally fell on you he practically tore off his headphones and stopped dead in his tracks. You gave him an awkward smile before he blushed red and returned one.
BTS: His reaction to you trying to leave him ( mafia au)
You run away from them
Suga- You could hear the sound of leaves crunching under your foot as you ran away from the cabin that yoongi rented out for you on your anniversary. Your heart beat was so loud if felt like it was pounding in your ears, you were scared, yoongi can find you at any moment and you were determine to not let that happen. You had snuck away in the dead of the night while he was sleeping, it had been an eventful day full of fake smiles and laughter and love but as soon as the lights went out you put you plan in motion. You knew escaping him wouldn’t be easy but its better to try while he’s a asleep then never. Stopping for a break would put a set back in time, by now yoongi would have sent his men to go and look for you but you had to stop and catch your breath. You must of sat for less then a minute before you heard the sound of foot steps approaching. They were too close for you to run so the best thing to do it hide. You held you hand over your mouth as you tried to steady you breathing. “ kitten I know your out here” you heard his taunting voice get closer. You had hidden in a falling tree, the thought of him catching you now sent shivers on your spine. “Come on kitten do you really want to see your suga turn sour? Hmm?” Yoongi began to sound annoyed, you had ran away from him and ruined his sleep, you knew that if he caught you your actions wouldn’t go unpunished. “ Fine, you want to play games, then let play. How about we switch it up kitten, lets quit this game of hide and seek.” The foot steps stopped and when you looked up he stood right infront of you. Yoongi gripped your shirt collar and pulled you up slightly choking you before pushing you down to the ground. He stood over you like you were his prey and you were. A sly smirk grew on his face as he crouched down to your level, he pulled you by the back of you neck so you were now face to face. “ How about… we play a game of cat and mouse, you like that game right (Y/N)? I’ll give you a head start. 1..2..3.. I would start running if I were you kitten because if I catch you before you make it home I’ll double your punishment.”
Jin- For the past week you have been planning your escape from him, and you’ve been very carful at doing so, or so you thought. The day had came faster than what you expected but it was perfect jin left town for a business trip last night and you were alone for the remainder of the weekend. You loaded the car with your luggage and began the journey of a long drive ahead. You knew Jin had a tracker on the car so you would drive the car to a remote town and then catch a bus some where Jin could never find you, your plan seemed perfect. However jin had notice the little bit of clothes missing, he notice the distance in behavior, even when you thought he didn’t he did. The phone began to ring and you press the answer button on the steering wheel to answer. “ Oppa hi, is something the matter? How’s your business trip” You tried to play the anxiousness in your voice off “ Everything is fine babygirl I’ve noticed that you’ve taken the car for a little drive, where yah heading?” You calmed your voice before speaking “ The mall, I wanted to surprise you with a gift when you return” Jin can hear the false happiness in your voice. “Well you are full of surprises aren’t you doll” Jin’s change of voice had you slightly on edge, you let out a soft chuckle “ What do you mean Oppa?” Jin’s voice grew angry and he scoffs “ What do I mean? Doll do you honestly think I was going to fall for that bullshit the fell from your mouth? Turn the car around. “ “W-what?” “Turn the car around doll and I promise the punishment won’t be as harsh. Do you think I didn’t know you were trying to leave me, after all I’ve done for you?!” You began to get even more anxious and paranoid until suddenly you notice the cars behind you following. “Whats wrong doll? Got nothing to say? If you don’t turn the car around ill do something to. Make you stop”. Suddenly a black car swerved in front of you and hit its breaks causing you to collide with the side of the vehicle. You felt the blood run down your face and pain on the lower part of your body. The car door suddenly open and there stood Jin a perfectly clear black suit, he pulled and picked you up out of the car before caring you back to the his, you vision fading. “Don’t worry doll you’re not hurt as bad as you think, and don’t think because your injured you get out of your punishment.” You saw the sinister look in him eyes as he placed you in the car and placed a kiss on you head, and soon everything went black.
v- You had thought he wouldn’t have notice you gone with all the people in the room and his security lowing their guard. Now would have been a better time then any to just walk right out the front door. So that’s what you did, but you couldn’t just walk out of the front door and leave forever you had to make it seem like you were here, that you never left. “Tae” you spoke softly, he looked up at you and a smile spread across his face as he stood up. “ What’s wrong love?” You shook your head indicating that nothing was wrong before speaking up “ I’m just a little tired I think I’ll head up to the bedroom to get some rest.” Tae nodded his head slowly before giving you a skeptical look. “Okay, go gets some rest I’ll be there when the party clears out”. You quickly pecked his cheek before walking towards the stairs, you could feel his eyes on you and you made the mistake of looking back at him. There was a tenseness there, he face sat still before he gave you a small smirk, you returned a soft smile as you saw him turn back to the men at the table. You quickly ran up the steps and dressed out of your expensive close before throwing on something more comfortable and warm, if you were going to run away from him, you’d have to dress the part. You made a beeline to the emergency exit located in hallway outside you room and ran outside. You could see the gate that separated you from the outside world, and the terror that stayed behind those house walls just feet away from you. You felt your heartbeat pick up, you where finally going to be free, you can finally escape this place. “Sweetheart, where do you think you’re going?” Your heard tae’s voice speak from behind you, before you felt his hands wrap around you waist pulling you into his body. He lets out a soft chuckle “ When you said that you where tired I thought that it was code for something else. I guess you lied, if you have this much energy to run away from me, then maybe we can put that energy into doing something else.” He pulled you back to the house, you can feel the heat coming off his body, he was annoyed you can feel it, you might even say he’s pissed. “ I’ll make sure to exhaust that energy, and then you’ll see how ‘tired you can really get.”
Jungkook- ‘maybe I should slip in his food or drink to knock him out?’ The thought crossed your mind as you prepared dinner for both you and Jungkook, you wanted to make this night special for jungkook because tonight would be the last dinner he’ll have with you. You began setting the table and fixing the food onto the plates, you were just about to call jungkook and ask him where he was, but the front door opened as he strolled in. A smile streached across his face at the smell of cooked steak hitting his nose, he made his way over to where you sat and planted a kiss on the top of your head before sitting down himself. “So… what’s the special accession? Did I miss something, anniversary, birthday, baby are you pregnant?!” The last one caught you off guard as you choked on your food from surprise, “What? No.. I just.. I just, I knew you were working hard so I decided to help you relax a little and cook you a meal.” You gave him a small smile and he returned it with a goofy grin on his face. “Well, I work hard for you baby. To keep you safe you know, it’s all about keep you and my fortune safe” You just nodded you head in agree, you guys continued small talk from there before jungkook decided to change the topic to something else. “I noticed that you brought one plane ticket out of the country? Is that another way to help my relax?” He let out a soft chuckle before continuing “ you know baby you’re a plane ticket short? I would like if you tag alone with me, maybe we can relax together? Get away from the stress and dangers of the mafia for a little.” A small gasp left you lips before you covered it up with a drink of water. How did he know you brought a ticket out of the country, you payed with cash, so there won’t be a trace, you knew he had eyes everywhere but you never knew just how close he was watching you, it made you nervous about what else he knew. Jungkook must of seen the shook look on your face because his smile suddenly fell and his eyes closed in to slits “unless you where planning on leaving… which would be impossible because baby even when I’m not around you I’m around you, and I know what you do at all times.” Your face gave it all away you stood up quickly to try and make a break for the door, it’s better to try then to sit her and be trapped right? But jungkook had other plans, as soon as you made the move to stand up he was already grabbing you by your arm, and pulled you into his side. “ you know baby, you really stupid for trying to leave, you think I wouldn’t have known that you were up to something. You need to understand that you are mine, and I keep a close eye on what belongs to me.” “Jungkook I-” “ Save it. When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to get a word out, let alone walk” He started to pull you towards the step and up to your shared room. “ You wanna go on a trip? Okay, I’ll take you on a trip, one were you’ll be begging me to let you cum baby.”
BTS REACTION: you wanting to be intimate with them but you’re too shy.
Jin sat awkwardly at the end of the sofa, you at the other end. You both decided to watch movies, but you were acting weird. It wasn’t like you didn’t know each other. He was your boyfriend after all. He just wanted you to be closer, even if it was just a tad closer. he cleared his throat, trying to earn a response from you.
“y/n?” he asked. You looked over, meeting his sweet eyes.
“You’re a little far…” he said. You immediately became shy, cheeks turning a beat red color.
“I-i..” you stuttered. A concerned look grew onto his face, and he pushed some of your hair out of your face, bringing you a little closer to him. Despite what you thought, his touch was comforting.
“You what jagi..” he whispered.
“Well.. you’re my first real relationship.. so I don’t.. I’m awkward when it comes to this stuff.. I wanna be close to you.. I just don’t know how? If that makes sense? It doesn’t..” you rambled. A soft smile formed on his lips.
“it makes perfect sense.. we’ll take it slow.. okay?” he asked. You nodded slowly. He sat back, putting his arm on the top of the sofa. You sat close to him, laying your head on his chest, earning a smile from Jin.
Suga wasn’t the most affectionate person. Yes he kissed you, and held you’re hand. But that was about it. It was actually odd. But you didn’t mind because you weren’t used to being close to another person. You usually got irked by other people, which is probably why Yoongi liked you so much. He told you he was gonna drop by, but you didn’t know when that was gonna be. He was in the studio, and when it came to nights like that, you usually didn’t hear from him. You left a key for him under the mat, and began drifting off to sleep when you heard your door open. You looked up and saw a very sleepy yoongi at about 3 am.”
“baby?” you whispered. No response. He walked over to your bed, almost zombie like.
“yoongi..” you said. He laid in bed, pulling you close to him, and laying on your chest. He cuddled you, so he was close you. You tensed up, but eventually relaxed and got into the motions, running your fingers through his hair.
“i’ve had a long day..” he whispered.
“tell me about it..” you said. He began filling you in, making it an almost perfect night. While you grew comfortable, he felt content, because he knew he had broken through your hard exterior some how.
He was always confused. Every time he tried pulling you close, or kissing you when you two were in his room, you would shy away. You could tell he was confused, and decided to finally tell him how you felt. A confused look grew onto his face.
“That’s all? Jagiiiii” he teased. You groaned, swatting him away. He pulled you clsoe to him, kissing your face.
“That is absolutely pure and innocent I love it.. but you need to be comfortable with me.. I’m not going anywhere” he said. A smile grew onto your face.
“okay okay..” you said.
He loved every part of you. He literally would love to just softly stroke your hand, or softly touch your cheek, just to simply see your cheeks flush. You were a piece of art that he loved to admire. But you never liked to be intimate with him, which was insanely concerning. One night, you bother sat in the studio and he sighed, sitting back. He felt flustered and confused. You could see him getting frustrated. He was tired, and overworked.
“baby?” you whispered.
“hmm” he replied, rubbing his templed.
“are you okay?” you asked.
“no.. baby i’m not” he said.
“can I help with anything?” you asked.
“Can you just come sit on my lap please.. I just wanna hold you..” he said, looking over at you. Your cheeks lit up.
“i-i.. I meant like a water or something..” you stuttered. He sighed, looking at his computer.
“Right.. I’m fine.” he mumbled. You immediately felt bad.
“joon…” you whispered, walking over to him.
“no y/n it’s fine..” he mumbled.
“i’m.. just not as experienced or anything.. you know you’re my first serious relationship.. I’m not used to doing things like that..” you whispered. You knew at time you were absolutely ridiculous and distant from him. He had every right to be upset. But guilt struck him. He had completely forgotten about that.
“it’s okay baby..” he whispered, softly kissing your hand. You shyly made your way around him, sitting on his lap. All the tension in his body seemed to evaporate. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing his head to your chest, and softly made circles in his hair.
“i’m just tired..” he whispered.
Jimin planned a whole candle lit picnic to celebrate your month of being together. It was the sweetest gesture that anyone could’ve possibly done for you. After dinner, you sat across from him feeling fully of glee.
“Thank you for everything Jimin..” you said. He smiled at you.
“anything for you.. can I have a kiss?” he asked. Your cheeks immediately heated up. You were still insanely shy with Jimin, simply because he was well….
“y/n?” he asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“I.. um..” you stuttered and he gave you a small smile.
“I just.. Jimin you’re so.. yoouuuuuuu. You make me nervous..” you groaned, causing him to chuckle.
“stop.. I’m normal.. you know me.. you don’t have to be shy with me” he said. You smiled softly, moving closer to him.
“I don’t?” you asked. He shook his head, bringing his face closer to yours.
“nope.” he whispered. You closed the space between the two of you, by placing your plump lips against his.
Thunder roared from outside your window. You jumped slightly, causing your boyfriend concern.
“jagiyaa? you okay?” he asked. You nodded, immediately lying to your boyfriend. You knew if you said you were scared, he would wanna cuddle you which terrified you. You wanted to cuddle with him, but you were genuinely scared to simply because of how inexperienced you were.
“you’re lying” he said. You ran your fingers through your hair uncomfortably.
“jagi come here.” he cooed, immediately pulling you close to him. You seemed o relax, causing him to smile.
“see..” he said, kissing your temple.
Jungkook was shy, everyone knew that. But the only exception was you. He was the one to always initiate kisses with you, and cuddles. You were always insanely shy around him.
“why are you so shy around me?” he asked out of the blue. Your cheeks heated up, and you took a deep breath.
“my ex wasn’t so kind to my kookie.. He was always harsh and cold to me.. so I just assumed everyone was like that… I’m experienced in a way honestly..” you whispered. Kookie’s jaw dropped and he pulled you to him.
WARNING: DADDY DRACO FEELS THAT COULD POSSIBLY KILL YOU
p.s. I’m most likely going to write a part 2 before any of you ask. ;)
word count// 2,351
December the seventh had been the due date
for your little pink bundle.
Three days had slipped by and every second of
those very long days felt excruciating to endure. You were a little over forty
weeks pregnant and more uncomfortable than ever. Sleep was near to impossible
and the immense amount of fatigue only worsened every other thing you felt. The
baby’s kicks were quite strong and you couldn’t seem to enjoy them as much as
you had near the start of the pregnancy. To top it all off, Draco was more
protective than ever and any little moan or whimper that escaped from you made
him spring into action. Irritability had become your number one symptom and
your main target was Draco.
It was December the eleventh, the start of
the fourth day after your due date. You woke up to minor contractions, but it
didn’t get your hopes up since you had been experiencing them daily. You had
slept a grand total of three hours and lied awake in bed, a hand resting on
your large belly full of at least eight pounds of baby. The red letters on the
clock read 5:45 and it remained dark
outside, the bedroom’s only form of light being from the clock.
Rain hit the glass windows and roof, creating
a soothing melody as you stared up at the ceiling. Draco’s arm lie around your
waist and his large, vein filled hand rested on your belly. His steady breath
washed over the back of your bare neck and the stray hairs from your tousled
bun tickled your skin as he breathed out. You melted back into his warm chest,
your palm going to rest on top of his and your fingers slotted between his
against the material of your long-sleeved shirt. The contractions were
continuing to plague your body and although they were spaced apart and fairly
minor, they were still a bit painful. The only place you felt content was with
A swift and harsh kick to your ribs from the
culprit in your belly caused you to suck in a sharp breath, your eyes screwing
shut in discomfort. The little girl inside you hit the same spot where yours
and Draco’s hands lie and your muscles tensed as he stirred behind you. A soft
hum vibrated his chest and his arm tightened around your waist, his palm
lightly squeezing your stomach in acknowledgment of the unborn child’s kicks.
He pushed himself up on his forearm when you shifted uncomfortably, your ribs
aching and a small contraction pulsated through your lower abdomen.
again, sweetheart?” He asked gently and ran his fingers over your swollen
Sighing at his comforting touch, your head
bobbed up and down on the pillow. “Yeah,” you breathed meekly and smiled weakly
up at the concerned face of your husband. “But I’m fine. They’re still not
strong and irregular.”
Draco moved his hand up to your flushed
cheeks and brushed away a few sweaty strands of hair. Your hot flashes had only
worsened as you progressed in the pregnancy and it was embarrassing to sweat
without having done anything. He didn’t seem to think anything of it, but you
felt like an unattractive beached whale.
His fingers never ceased in stroking your
hair and you smiled tiredly when his lips pressed to your forehead. “Do you
need anything, love?” He murmured against your skin. “I can get you some tea or
make some breakfast.”
“I need you to cuddle me,” You moaned and
shifted onto the side facing him. Your face burrowed into his t-shirt clad
chest and you breathed him in, feeling completely at ease by his side. He made
the discomfort and pain you felt bearable.
Chuckling, Draco brought you in flush to him
and he heard your muffled giggles at your bump getting in the way. He smiled
lovingly at you, his ice colored irises drinking in the tired smile on your
face. Your hair was wildly tousled from tossing and turning all night, your
skin was free of any cosmetic product and the pregnancy glow still radiated
from you as it did in the beginning. He had never imagined himself to be lying
in bed with the love of his life tangled against him and he didn’t quite understand
how you had fallen in love with him, but he was sure as hell glad you had.
You tilted your head further back to meet his
eyes just as you experienced yet another kick from the babe inside you. It was
much softer and less of a karate chop to your ribs than the previous kick.
Draco felt the gentle jab in his side since your belly was pressed to him as
close as physically possible and you smiled when he slid your shirt up,
revealing the large baby bump. You had acquired some stretch marks, but he paid
them no mind and lowered his head to talk to her like you knew he adored doing.
“Hey baby girl,” Draco cooed in the gentlest
tone he could manage. His fingertips danced along your bare bump and you
admired the adoring smile on his face when she kicked at the sound of his
voice. “It’s Daddy. Again.”
“She’s probably tired of hearing your voice,
my love,” You teased and ran your fingers through his blonde locks.
“Shush,” He said and shot you a warning look
that made you giggle. “Don’t listen to Mummy, princess. She’s mean to Daddy
You had smacked his head and tried to stifle
your laughter his messy hair. “Don’t tell our daughter that, Draco!” You
“Anyway,” Draco said and lowered his lips to
your bump again. He brushed them along the stretched skin, a mark brandishing
the once smooth flesh on your stomach, and goose bumps arose on your belly as
he kissed it softly. “You like keeping Mummy and Daddy waiting, don’t you?
We’re ready to meet you, princess.”
The clock ticked over to 6:00 and you shut your eyes for a mere second, taking in the soft
sounds of the rain hitting the glass window. You had barely been submerged into
darkness for a millisecond when you felt a gushing sensation between your legs
as if you had peed on yourself, but you knew full well that it had not been
On December eleventh, the fourth day after
your due date, your water had broken and labor begun.
Panic. Unshakable panic fell upon the house,
capturing Draco in its claws. It seemed as though the split second your water
broke and you pulled your very pregnant self from the bed, the contractions
began to grow ever so slightly stronger. As your nose scrunched up in
discomfort and your digits yanked your shirt over your stomach again, Draco
caught every grimace of pain and he felt his body frozen to the bed. His eyes
were glued onto your face and he watched as your hands came to rest just above
your hips, riding the contraction out until it descended to nothing.
“Your water broke which means you’re in
labor,” Draco said slowly, the words slowly seeping into his brain and when
they did, the panic settled in further. “Bloody hell, you’re in labor!”
You couldn’t help but giggle and take his
hands in yours, pulling him from the king sized mattress. Your fingers traced
over his knuckles soothingly and you tilted your head back, your y/e/c irises
twinkling as they gazed into his icy blue ones. “I suppose baby girl heard you
and decided to surprise you, my love,” You murmured and grinned.
He gaped down at your smaller frame before
pulling you to him, his arms wrapped around you and his hands rested on your
waist. The large baby bump pressed between you two and he kissed your forehead
multiple times, the burning of tears already blurring his vision. “I’m about to
be a Dad,” He mumbled shakily into your neck and you held him tighter as he
shook slightly in your grasp.
A gentle, subtle smile pulled at the corners
of your lips. The pads of your fingers ran along his back and you pulled back
to kiss his forehead. “You’re going to be amazing, Draco,” You hummed softly
and felt like crying yourself at his soft, adoring expression. “Now, I’m kind
of in labor so we should go to the hospital.”
“Right.” Draco heaved a sigh and blew it out
heavily. “You’re in bloody labor. Oh, merlin.”
Seconds trickled by, turning into minutes and
following with hours. You had gotten decked out in the hideous hospital gown
and the IV’s had been stuck into your veins. Nurses came and went, checking
your progress along with an occasional monitor of the baby’s heartbeat or asking
if you needed anything. You had dilated to a four and the contractions had
gotten closer together, much stronger, and more painful. The whimpers leaving
your mouth only worried Draco more and if you weren’t in immense amounts of
pain, you would’ve been slightly amused.
Your eyes screwed shut in discomfort and a
soft whimper fell upon Draco’s ears as he stood at your bedside, stroking his
pale fingers through your hair and along your perspired forehead. He hated
seeing you in pain and there was not a thing in the world he could do to make
it better. He did all he knew to do and that was to make you as comfortable as
Draco bent down to your level and kissed your
head gingerly, his right hand clutching yours. “You’re almost halfway, love,”
He cooed softly and brushed the pesky hairs out of your face. “You’re doing so
good, taking those contractions like a champ.”
Blowing out an intake of air, you pushed a
weak smile up at him. “I think labor is kicking my ass, but thanks Draco.”
He chuckled. “I’m not even the one in labor
and its kicking my ass more than yours.”
You giggled and rose up against the pillows to
peck his lips. You squeezed his hand, grinning, and said, “You’re taking labor
like a champ, babe. I promise.”
“I think I’m supposed to be telling you that.”
A mere two hours prior, you had been at four
centimeters dilated and gotten the epidural. Ten centimeters came in the blink
of an eye and the time to push was upon you before your brain could process it.
The hospital room was in a flurry of nurses and doctors prepping for delivery,
the spotlights had been switched on, and your legs were positioned to deliver
your baby girl. With a pounding heart and your belly flipping with nerves, Draco
grasped your right hand firmly and murmured comforting words into your ear through
the chaotic events unfolding rapidly.
“Alright, Mrs. Malfoy,” The doctor exclaimed
from the end of the hospital bed. “It’s time to push.”
With a fleeting glance into your husband’s
stormy irises and the distant sound of nurses reassuring you, you tucked your
chin to your chest and pushed. A strangled cry elicited from your mouth as one
of the nurses counted up to ten and you pushed through until she reached ten
before sucking in a deep breath, dropping your head to the pillow. Draco
stroked your hair and continuously peppered kisses on the top of your head or on
the slightly dampened skin of your forehead.
“M’so proud of you, my love,” He hummed into
“I love you, but we’re never having another
baby after this,” You huffed, already exhausted from one push.
Draco chortled. “Whatever you say, darling.”
For the second time, you tucked your chin in,
took a deep breath, and pushed as hard as possible because you wanted that baby
out. The pressure and burning
sensation began to intensify and after a mere few moments rest after the second
push, you were going again. After a total of five pushes, the little baby girl
was out and loud crying filled the hospital room. The moment your eyes laid on
the doctor holding your baby, wiping her off a bit, tears spilled over onto
your cheeks and you looked up at Draco. A small cry left your mouth at the
sight of his eyes glistening with tears of his own and he stooped over to kiss
your lips repeatedly, the taste of salty tears into the kiss.
“I love you so much,” He whispered and wiped
the wet streaks on your cheeks.
“I love you too,” You sniffled.
The doctor placed your baby onto your chest,
a blanket draped over the naked newborn and her little cries lessened to
whimpers. You sunk your teeth into your lip, holding back a fresh wave of
tears, and placed one of your hands on her head and the other on her tiny back.
You pressed your lips to the top of her head and traced your fingertips along
her back, soothing her whimpers to nothing.
Draco gazed at his two girls in awe. The tiny
glimpse into you as a mother had already taken his breath away and he could
feel himself falling deeper into the pit of love he held for you. Very
carefully, he brought his hand to the pink cheek of his little girl and drug
his finger along the soft skin as if it were porcelain. Never had he seen a
more beautifully ethereal thing in the entire world than the bundle that lie on
your chest. She had only been in the world for a few minutes and he was already
enthralled. He was so in love with the tiny human he had created with you.
little princess,” He hummed gently and never ceased his finger against her
small cheek. “She’s so beautiful, Y/N.”
“Of course she is.” You giggled. “She’s your
“I think it’s the other way around, my love,”
Draco said adoringly.
Your cheeks flushed and you sighed in
content, the babe on your chest stirring before falling still again. “Freya
Leigh Malfoy, already stealing hearts at a few minutes old.”
∙ okay straight up…studio sex bitch ∙ fucking any time any place ∙ kinky bitch ∙ y’all can make it work ∙ you can never read his emotions on his face, but once you were alone with each other, he would tell you everything ∙ he wouldn’t be scared to be vulnerable around you ∙ when you wake up before him (which is rare cause you’re both fucking koalas and sleep for the majority of the day; the other members h8 u) and try to get out of bed, his arms would be around your waist and wouldn’t let go for shit ∙ even when you tell him to let go he doesn’t even say anything; he just holds you tighter ∙ and whenever he’s tired and you want to stay up, he lures you into bed with hugs ∙ the other members would be too scared to disturb him so they would make you go and do it ∙ secret karaoke nights btw ∙ would get pissed off and snap sometimes, but then you would act really passive and give him the silent treatment til he finally begged for you to talk to him again ∙ which the members teased him about lmao ∙ matching mua fuckin hair colours bish ∙ chains too 3 dollars ∙ can get jealous 0-100 real quick ∙ but not overprotective he lets you do you and he trusts you ∙ but he makes it obvious he’s your bitch and you’re his ∙ “why are you texting hOBI” ∙ fondly watches you sleep, but it ain’t creepy it cute ∙ s a v a g e couple
Warnings: age difference(nothing underage the reader is 21), language, implied sexy times
Hey it’s ok if you don’t wanna do this but I was wondering if you could write a fic where Dean is his current age and the one reader just turned 20 but like her and Dean have known each other for a long time and have been together for a while and other people always say stuff about their relationship but they’re still just really happy together, maybe w/ a bit of smut?
A/N: I changed a few things like I said I would but overall I think I got what you wanted!! Shout out to @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid for being an awesome beta!! I hope you all like it and feedback is always appreciated!!! :D
Just a lil
Newt smut for you guys since you seem to love it ;)
Newt Scamander x Reader
to explain the kind of bliss you receive from being able to wake up next to the
person you love. For Newt, it was as if every morning he was reborn, in love
and in light, and any evil, any bad in the world, was incomprehensible. When it
was just your sleeping face, resting with your mouth slightly agape and a soft
snore escaping you, it was impossible to think that anything apart from utter
peace existed. When he looked at you, he always became aware of his heartbeat.
It no longer sped upon sight of you, but rather he realized it had relaxed, as
if knowing that it didn’t have to squeeze in more beats, knowing it now
belonged to you and didn’t have to try. And his cheeks no longer turned ruby
red, instead settling for a healthy pink glow that ran along the tip of his
nose as well.
imagine a scenario where Todoroki isn’t completely passed out from Bakugou’s attack, where he’s still awake–but just barely. He can see Bakugou’s blurry figure stomp over to him through the clouds of dust, screaming. And suddenly, he’s being lifted by his shirt.
Imagine Bakugou lifts Todoroki to yell at him, screams at him–how DARE he do this? How DARE that two-faced bastard do this to him, a win like this means NOTHING. It’s worse than losing, because he didn’t win at all, it’s nothing but a hollow shell of a victory, only won because his opponent refused to go all out on him.
this isn’t what Bakugou wanted. This isn’t what he wanted at all. he wanted to prove himself, to defeat Two-Face with his own power, with his own skill, not–not this. Not a victory where fucking Two-Face just…. gives up. Refused to fight him. Didn’t see him as worthy to fight…
Wasn’t he strong enough? What the fuck. Why. Why couldn’t Todoroki just fight him all out, use his goddamn flames like he did with Deku, always Deku, why not him, goddammit, why, why, why–
Todoroki squints through the dust, trying to focus on the face in front of him. His eyes widen–it’s Bakugou, of course it is, who else yells like him? But it’s not the yelling that’s a surprise, it’s the expression. Bakugou’s face is screwed up, red and angry… and his cheeks are wet with tears.
Bakugou continues to rant and yell at Todoroki, but it all sounds like white noise. All he can see are the tears running down Bakugou’s face, the quivering lips, the shaking eyebrows that are tilted together in an arc that looks less like anger, and more like desperate frustration.
Some of the tears fall on Todoroki’s chest. He doesn’t notice.
“ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME, YOU BASTARD?!” Bakugou shrieks, voice cracking in the middle, shaking Todoroki from his thoughts both literally and physically. Bakugou is huffing and crying and glaring wet red eyes at him, waiting for an answer.
Todoroki feels something heavy in his chest. he’s not sure what it is. He’s just so full of confusing emotions–after his fight with Midoriya, after forgetting for just those few moments, after using his fire side for the first time, after remembering why he wanted to become a hero in the first place… after everything.
It’s been an emotionally exhausting day. He’s confused. Conflicted. He doesn’t really know what to do.
He’s never been very good at understanding others. Apparently he was never very good at understanding himself, either. At least until someone made him remember. Until Midoriya made him remember.
But right now, Bakugou is right here, right in his face, sobbing, and Todoroki feels like he owes him an answer. He’s not sure what to say.
What would a hero do?
Todoroki locks tired eyes with Bakugou. He tenses, baring his teeth.
Todoroki parts his lips.
“Are you alri…”
The words never get out, as a sweet smelling mist drapes over them like a soft blanket. Within seconds, Bakugou’s grip on Todoroki’s shirt loosens and both boys collapse, out cold.
The next time Todoroki sees Bakugou, he’s chained against a pillar, raging like a madman, howling as loudly as he can with a muzzle strapped to his face, and glaring daggers at anything and everything.
There are no tears to be found.
Did he imagine it? Todoroki looks down at his palm and curls his fingers.
He’s still confused. Still conflicted. All Might helped him a little… he just needed time to sort things out. Needed time to look at himself… remember why he wanted to be a hero. He… he needed to see his mother again.
(When was the last time he had a hug?)
(… When was the last time he hugged her?)
When All Might turns to Bakugou and removes the muzzle, Todoroki watches quietly from the corner of his eye.
Bakugou rages. He yells. He screams and shouts and refuses the medal All Might so valiantly tries to hang around his neck, fighting against it like a man fighting a noose.
“EVEN IF SOCIETY ACKNOWLEDGES IT, IF I DON’T THEN IT’S TRASH!!!”
The medal is hangs in between clenched teeth, and Todoroki decides that no, he didn’t imagine it. Even if he didn’t quiet understand, still doesn’t, those tears were real. He looks down at his clenched fist.
I’m sorry, Bakugou. He thinks.
There isn’t anything he can do here. He couldn’t give Bakugou the fight he wanted. He…
Todoroki looked up at the sky.
He’s going to see his mother tomorrow.
(so i wanted to write a scenario where Todoroki actually saw Bakugou crying before Midnight’s made him pass out, and it kinda became this, oops)
Imagine Jack confessing he’s missed you deeply while he was gone, just like you missed him, which makes Dean slightly jealous.
“You mean Lucifer?” Jack asked with a small frown and tilt of his head and Dean hummed, nodding his head as he glanced at the nephilim.
“Yeah” Sam breathed out and Jack shook his head slightly.
“Yeah, I was scared. I was upset. But why would I look for him? He’s no-one to me.” he shrugged just barely “You-” he looked between them “You are my family.” he said, although still unsure, his brows furrowed in a small frown.
“Yes.” Dean said in a husky voice, nodding his head “Yes, we are.” he nodded his head, making Jack’s eyes widen softly and Sam to raise an eyebrow at him “Finding mom-” Dean took a small breath in “You did a good thing, kid. You did a real good thing.” he nodded his head at his words and Jack’s eyes casted down as a soft smile started gracing his lips.
Sam smiled to himself for a second before speaking “Thank you, Jack. We really owe you this one.”
“You don’t… You don’t have to owe me anything, I wanted to do this.” the younger man said softly, eyebrows just slightly raised as he tried to emphasize on his words “That’s what family does, help out each other, right?” he asked with a smile and Sam chuckled, Dean smiling himself, as they both gave him a nod.
BTS reaction to you wanting to go another round right after the first
Jin would be panting, but he could never tell you no. I mean, why would he when he wanted you as much as you wanted him. He would give you a small smile and kiss your lips softly. “How could I say no to you, jagi?”
He would joke around that he’s too tired to go for round two. After a little bit of you asking, he would finally give into you. Yoongi would smile a bit with a small sigh. “Well, if you want to, I guess we can.” He’d say laughing.
He would be happy to continue. Hobi would never get tired since he has so much energy. He would be more than happy to continue pleasing you until you couldn’t take anymore. “We can go as many rounds you want, baby. We’ll see how long you’ll last.”
He would already know what you wanted before you even asked. Namjoon would be looking down over you with a hungry look in his eyes the second you opened your mouth. “Round two? Are you sure you can handle that?”
Jimin would get a smirk on his face. He would feel sort of proud that you wanted more of him so soon after you just finished. “Of course you’d want round two! Why wouldn’t you?” He’d lowly growl in your ear.
He would be kinda embarrassed but he would be pretty happy to go another round. Tae would probably giggle a bit when you asked but he wouldn’t say no. “Of course we can! As long as that’s what you want, jagi”
Jungkook would be a bit surprised that you wanted to go another round. He would be really happy though and would be more than ready to go. “Really?” He said in a bit of a shocked voice. “I was hoping you’d ask that.“
omg pls help. i can't beat noctis des please help me
I’ve only beaten Noctis once and there are probably better strats but here we go:
Don’t even bother trying to use Ignis’s special moves to deal damage, especially not High Jump.
The chances are that:
Noct will dodge
Noct will warp to the next fucking continent over while you are in the stratosphere and will be nowhere near where you left him when you land
It will hit, but Noct will counterattack your ass into FFXVI
This is especially true for once you enter Noctis’s second phase. You will need your special gauge and I’ll explain why!!
On my second try at this fight, I got Ravus. I tried to spam his special attack since it did a lot of damage, but that left me wide open to the armiger and I died -__- Thanks @Ravus
There are two ways to deal damage to this veggie-resistant little tire fire Noctis:
To let him hit you and counterattack
Counterattacks honestly do the most damage, so they are the most effective way to hit Noct– and they recover HP, so it’s a win-win
(Tbh I never went out of my way to let Noctis hit me because I’d usually end up with such low HP that I’d either have to blow through healing items or end up in the danger state)
To exploit Noct’s counterattacks and chip away at his health
This was the strategy I used and honestly I recommend it
The idea is to get right up in Noct’s face, hit him until he blocks your attack, and then dodge roll when he counters. But don’t go anywhere– as soon as you dodge around behind him, start hitting him again. Usually, he’ll block your attack again, and counter, allowing you to dodge, get behind him, and hit him some more. It doesn’t do nearly as much damage as Ignis’s counterattack, but Noct’s counters are predictable and easy to dodge. It’s much safer than risking missing a counterattack prompt and ending up with half HP
The idea is to trap him in a loop of blocking, then countering. You’ll end up in a rhythm that’s predictable, easy, and safe
Be careful when Noct has the shield, though. He completely blocks damage and his counter is fast and hits really hard. I’d usually stay out of his way when I saw he’d equipped the shield
You’ll quickly learn what each of Noct’s counters looks like depending on his weapon of choice, so you’ll learn which way to dodge as you play
When you’re first trying to trap him in the loop, keep your finger on the dodge button; it might take a couple of tries before he blocks
When Noctis performs an armiger chain:
HIGH JUMP INTO THE CLOUDS, MY FRIENDS. NOCT WALKS TALL AND YOU HAVE TO BE TALLER
Honestly it’s your best hope. As soon as you see Noct shift into dead ancestor turbo, mash the appropriate buttons to get Ignis to wiggle his ass and peace on out of there. It takes Noct the equivalent of two High Jumps to complete the armiger chain attack, but if you took my advice from earlier, you should have a full special meter anyway to make three jumps if you need extra time to kinda cheat??? dodge
Total Clarity can heal you if you use it while you’re in the danger state!! Use the power of glasses and firing synapses to spit in the face of death itself!!!!
This is probably obvious but just in case you didn’t know, grappling up to a higher level is the best way to get away when Noctis pretends to be Prompto for a minute casts Gravisphere
What to do when Noct starts to use the Ring to turn Ignis into a bespectacled spaghetti man:
YOU GET IN THERE AND BEAT HIS ASS
No seriously don’t try to run away because your speed is reduced to that of an FFXV loading screen
Once you stop him from using the ring, he kind of stands there for a few moments. YOU PUT THE FEAR OF GOD IN THAT BOY DURING THIS TIME. GET IN AS MANY HITS AS YOU CAN
(say this happens sometime after keith joins the group again)
Lance and Hunk are talking about love advice and feelings again, and at the end Hunk just goes “Man, it must be a lot, loving someone. Being in love.” And Keith just happens to be nearby and hears what Hunk says, and scoffs, “Aren’t they the same? Why does there have to be two different terms for the same thing?”
Lance then butts in and says “Uhhh no? They’re completely different and the difference matters.” Then this hopeless romantic gets all passionate and probably says something along the lines of: “Anyone can say they love something or someone, it’s a choice. But being in love isn’t something you can easily control. Sometimes you fall in love for the silliest and most random reasons and you can’t see beyond reason because, well, you’re in love. It’s senseless, it’s weird and you never know who it will be. Sometimes you don’t even realise you’ve fallen in love until you’ve reached the very bottom.” But even after his passionate little speech, and Hunk’s knowing look, Keith, this clueless, clueless boy, just shrugs and says he still doesn’t get why there has to be a difference between the two. But then Lance goes, “You never know mullet, it could be important one day ;)”
It isn’t until later after the team comes back from a tiring mission, that someone cracks a joke or does something to lighten the mood and Lance just laughs, head thrown back, brilliant blue eyes sparkling and smiles wide. Keith then kinda stops, stares and just goes “…oh.” Hunk, noticing his friend go still next to him, asks what’s wrong. And Keith, with the most fondest fucking look on his face (you know, that look), not once taking his eyes off Lance, says quietly, “I think I get it now. I think I get the difference.”
pairing: reader x bucky barnes warnings: cursing, smut, unprotected sex, 18+ ONLY, fluff, sarge kink, dirty talk, nsfw gif summary: Steve rarely gets drunk but once he drinks the liquor Thor brings from Asgard, the man will tell you anything AND everything…
a.n: thank you so much for reading! i really liked writing this and i apologize for the lateness of this last part!
i think i’ll write an epilogue involving steve ;) but who knows, ive never written a threesome before… so.. yeah! LOL enjoy!
“Bucky had never been held responsible for what he’d done, but you, oh god, everything that had happened had been your fault, and Bucky knew it too.”
Word Count: 1677 Warnings:a lot of self-doubt, injury, angst
It’s dark. And cold. And wet.
In the distance you can hear the rush of cars, tires splashing in puddles formed by the rain. They sound so, so far away.
You’re vaguely aware of the blood dripping down the back of your neck, and spilling out your lips and coating your fingers and smeared across your face and– there’s so much blood. You choke back a sob.
You have to get out of here. You have to get out of here and get back to the tower before anyone notices you’re missing because you can’t let anyone see you like this. You’re supposed to be strong like the rest of them, to be able to fight like the rest of them and defend yourself and not get into situations like this and the only thing running through your head right now is the fact that you might even die and everyone’s going look at you like some sort of failure.
(The one person you genuinely cared about already does, anyway.)
You place your hands on the ground under you, trying to push yourself up off the ground, but a sharp, snapping pain runs up your arm, as if the bone’s splitting, and you fall, letting out a gasp of pain as your chest hits the ground. There are tears welling in your eyes, both of frustration and the immense pain your body is in, and you lie with your cheek against the wet pavement in the middle of some back alley.
How are you going to get back and pretend like nothing happened when you can’t even fucking get up? You want to scream, but even your voice is hoarse from begging them to stop as you endured hit after hit.
You think back to a few hours ago, to how Bucky had been avoiding you all day and when you’d finally confronted him about it he’d yelled at you for not being able to do one job you had – to save the two kids in the fucking building on the one mission they’d taken you to. He’d yelled and you’d yelled and maybe he’d let it slip that he thought you were a failure, and then you’d gotten angry and stormed out to a bar to get drunk. But he’d been right. The fact of the matter is that you are a failure, and now you can’t even prove yourself otherwise.
A painful sob wracks your body as your hands reach into your pocket, pulling out your phone. There are missed calls that you barely notice, fingers fumbling and tears blurring your eyes. It takes four attempts to call Steve, your hands wet and sticky because of the blood. As it rings, you can feel your heart constrict in your chest. What are they going to think of you? Weak? Pathetic?
Words flit through your head, as the phone rings. And rings. And rings.
“Hi, you’ve reached Steve Rogers–”
You hang up, then try again.
With each time it reaches voicemail, you cry harder. You can’t blame him – it’s four in the fucking morning and the mission was exhausting, so everyone’s probably turned their phone on silent and for the first time in days is getting some proper rest.
You try Nat next, then Sam, then Clint, then even Tony, but nobody picks up.
There’s one last name left on the list of people that’ll probably answer at four a.m. You hesitate, fingers hovering over his name, knowing his reaction if he picks up.
You press call. Your heart pounds against your chest and your blood rushes through your ears and your eyes feel kind of heavy. You can’t breathe. You can’t breathe.
As you gasp for air the phone rings. And rings. And rings. And ri–
Hearing his tired voice croak your name is like turning a switch, because suddenly there is air in your lungs and you can breathe again.
Until, “What the fuck do you want?”
Heaving in a gulp of air, you opened your mouth to speak, but before you can even get a word out, he continues.
“It’s four in the fuckin’ mornin’, an’ the few of us who worked hard on the mission are pretty damn tired.”
You feel the intended jab of his words, and shut your mouth, breathing heavily through your nose as the blood flow stems and begins to crust on your face. The tears well up in your eyes again. You know you shouldn’t have called him, that he was still mad at you and he would probably never forgive you for what you had done, because even as the Winter Soldier he’d never have hurt let an innocent child get hurt. But you’d let it happen, right in front of him, with full control over your actions. Bucky had never been held responsible for what he’d done, but you, oh god, everything that had happened had been your fault, and Bucky knew it too.
“Are you going to speak?” He prompts, an edge in his voice laced with annoyance.
There’s shuffling on the other end of the phone, before you hear a faint, feminine voice. “Bucky baby, come back to bed.” You don’t know who it is, and that makes it so much worse because you know he only picks up random girls when he’s stressed out, and the cause of stress is you, you know as much.
You’re trying to speak but you can’t find the words. Your head hurts and the pain is finally starting to catch up, ebbing away at the adrenaline that had been coursing through your body.
“I’m sorry – it's– it’s, I just –” But you don’t know what to say. Something’s clawing at the inside of your throat, like nails raking down your vocal chords and making it hard to speak. The only thing you can do is cry.
“I’m sorry,” you’re screeching, heaving in breaths of air any chance you can get. “Nobody else picked up – I – I didn’t know – I didn’t know who else to call.”
There’s silence on the other end of the phone. Or maybe you can’t hear Bucky speaking. You can’t hear anything over the sound of your sobs, disappearing behind the heavy patter of the rain.
“Y/N? Y/N!” His voice seems so far away, it almost sounds concerned. “Y/N, what happened?”
“He said he knew! He said he knew more about– that he could tell me– I’m sorry. I trusted him. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”
“Shit.” There’s shuffling on the other end, then a quieter, “I gotta go, Babe.” Your heart clenches and the only thing that manages to leave your mouth is a string of apologies.
“Where are you?”
“I don’t know– I don’t know!” There’s a level of hysteria in your voice, and he can probably hear it too. He’s saying other stuff in a calmer voice, something about breathing and looking around but you can’t hear him over the sound of the blood rushing through your ears and the constant thought of you being an absolute failure swimming through your head.
“– okay?” You take gulps of air through your mouth, trying to subside the sobs resonating through your chest as you tune back into his voice. “Just breathe, Y/N. Look around and tell me what you see.”
“It’s dark, and there’s- there's–” You look around frantically, trying to find something, trying to see something, but it’s so dark and all you know is that you’re in some back alley and God, your lungs feel like they’re on fire but you can’t figure out how to get air down your throat. “An alley,” you gasp out. “Behind the bar. I’m behind the bar–”
And you break off into sobs again, praying to someone, anyone, that Bucky can understand you through the thickness of your voice and the croaking of your throat.
“Okay. Okay. Y/N? I’ll be there in ten, okay? Just give me ten minutes.”
You manage to scrape an “okay” up your throat without throwing up from the crying and the screaming. Bucky says something about hanging up, and suddenly your voice is making your ears bleed again. “No! No! Please, Bucky, stay on the line. Please.”
And then he’s saying something and you’re not sure what, because you can’t focus on anything anymore. You don’t know how long you sit there, leaning against the cold brick wall, soaking wet with a puddle of red tinged water surrounding you, chilling to the bone. Maybe it’s really ten minutes, maybe it’s a few hours, you can’t tell, but there’s nothing more warming than the sound of Bucky’s voice calling out your name, this time closer to you than through the phone.
“Y/N?” His voice resonates through the small alley, and you’re slightly more awake for a moment as a flashlight shines directly into your eyes, then down the rest of you.
“Hey, hey, Y/N.” You feel his hands, warm and soft and tender, on your cheek, slapping lightly to grab your attention. Your eyes are unfocused, you can barely make out his face through the tears and the haze grabbing at the edges of your vision.
An arm goes under your knees and your start screaming again, pain and fear coursing through every vein in your body. Someone’s saying something, your name and something else, and it’s calm and reassuring but all you can focus on is how much it hurts. You’re hoisted into the air and this time the scream doesn’t even make it past your lips, catching in your throat as the pain peaks into a numbness spreading to your toes.
“–wake! Y/N, hey, keep your eyes on me, okay?” But your eyes are challenging his voice, daring to shut for longer periods of time with each blink.
There’s a deep, ocean blue staring down at you when you do open your eyes, laced with disappointment and screaming the same word over and over at you.
seongwoo was the ultimate wingman because daniel had no guts to confess
daniel: bro there’s no way they like me lol we’re just really good friends
seongwoo: bro i’ll literally shove this hamburger into your ears if you keep being delusional
eventually seongwoo and jisung set y'all up by using magic circles and hang outs in which those two just mysteriously disappear which would leave you and daniel alone
u figured a long time ago that he had a thing for u and lmao ofc u had one for him too bc like. how could you not???
he’s very gentlemanly it’s not even an act he just likes holding doors and letting you walk on the inside of the sidewalk and putting his jacket on you when it’s cold
he’s the sOFTEST and has these sparkles in his eyes whenever he talks about his cats
daniel: omg they’re the cuTEST lemme show you some pictures
daniel: proceeds to show you 300 photos of the same image
daniel: look over here peter is staying still but then when he moves his paw over by six millimeters looney got scared LOL!!
he was vERY shy about skinship at first there was always this certain amount of space between the two of you bc he’s never sure if it’s really okay to touch you like what if you’re sensitive abt private space
but you just roll your eyes at that and smile while grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers together and daniel just. explodes on the inside a little bit
after he gets over that initial shock he makes that smile that could melt nine glaciers….and he just keeps smiling shyly like that for the rest of the day bc he enjoys hand holding so MUCH. like he loves the feeling of your hand when locked with his it makes him so happy!!
has a habit of rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand
afterwards he gets a lot more comfortable so that whenever you two are together you’re always connected in some way
like if you’re walking then your hands are always interlocked and if you’re sitting together he’ll have his arm around you
small kisses are like giving candy to a child bc daniel smiles after every peck you plant on his face and always kisses you back on the exact same place
he always smiles before and into a kiss like….just imagine your lips and his touching….and suddenly you feel his lips curling up like he just can’t hold his happiness in
chuckles a bit after a kiss as if he just made an accomplishment like I just kissed the love of my life for the 16th time today!!!!!!!!!
whenever he spots you in a crowd his face gets 4000 times brighter and he’ll push aside all his friends to get to you which is also the reason for seongwoo’s supposedly random sulking
it’s so easy getting jealous bc of how nice he is to EVERYBODY and while it’s nice having an angel for a boyfriend it’s like. pls pay attention to me
but what you don’t notice is that everything he does for others he always takes a step above just for you
he let someone borrow his umbrella? whenever you need an umbrella he makes sure he’s with you as you walk home and always tilts the umbrella more towards you so that you have a less chance of getting wet
literally never gets mad at you for anything but thinks it’s cute when you think he is
he makes the ಠ_ಠ face whenever you think you screwed up but after like two seconds he breaks out into a bright laugh and brings you in for a hug
when it’s early in the morning or late at night or whenever he’s tired his voice lowkey gets deeper and straight up more sexy and you’re just. pls don’t do this i’m a good person
he has no idea what you were talking about at first but once your face gets red he starts laughing
and mind you his laugh at that point is a deep Benedict-Cumberbatch level chuckle
he never says “i love you” coolly it’s always more like “i love you~~~~~” with eye crinkles and a big rabbit smile :DD
GOD WHAT DID WE DO TO HAVE DANIEL EXIST
whenever he smiles it’s like. the sun is up. your skin is clear. global warming has ceased. fairies are born.
says that if you don’t want kids in the future you can just adopt 30 cats with him
daniel: I mean if you don’t wanna have that many cats we can also just adopt woojin—