your delicious face i love it so much

EXO REACTION:  unexpected pregnancy


Minseok had noticed that you’d rub your breasts and whine in discomfort during the short time he got to spend with you. He thought it was just your normal monthly ordeal, until you started to turn down the food he brought home. 

That’s when it hit him. The two of you were intimate for the first time without protection for your anniversary. So when he came home the next day, he was equipped with a pregnancy test. He shoved it into your hands and pushed you to the bathroom. 

Once you were done, you returned to him, cupping his face as he gave you a sleepy smile. “I hope it’s positive,” he whispered, leaning into your palms. “In three minutes times, our life could be completely different…”

The buzzing of his phone made him pull away from you to go check the stick while you stayed in place. You heard a yell of joy from the bathroom, followed by him coming to wrap you in his arms. “We’re going to be parents!”


Junmyeon had been coming home in the am, exhausted and hungry. You’d made sure that his pyjamas and a plate of food were waiting for him before you went to bed.With tonight’s food there was a small sticky note wrapped around the fork. 

You’re going to be a Daddy~ Make sure you’re free Monday so we can go to the scan together!  

The plate was completely forgotten about. He wandered to the bedroom, kneeling next to you sleeping figure, eyes on your stomach. “I’ll be there,” he promised, leaning to kiss your head before he pushed up the shirt of your pyjamas. “Daddy has to be away for a little while. Look after Mummy, okay? When I come home, I’ll spoil the two of you.”


You’d promised Yixing that you’d wait for a break in his schedule to take the test. The more you stared at it on the counter, the more you wanted to do it, to find out of the two of you would become parents. After staring at the box, you gave into the urge. 

You watched the numbers on your phone slowly decrease to zero. When it jingled, you grabbed the stick, squealing when you saw two lines in the small window. Clutching the stick, you ran to your phone, calling your boyfriend. 

“It’s positive!“ you cried down the phone. “Two lines! We’re having a baby!” you grinned, eyes still on the two lines. “You took it without me, huh?” his sweet laugh filled your ears. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist,” he hummed. “I’ll be home before midnight. Try and stay up for me so I can kiss you, okay?”


“Y/N talk to me…” Baekhyun begged from the other side of he door. “I hate seeing you like this,” a soft thud signalled that he’d slumped back against the wood. “Whatever it is, we can work it out… Please don’t push me away.”

The sound of the door unlocking made him stand straight. When he finally saw you, he wrapped you in his arms, holding you close. “Talk to me,” he breathed into your hair. “I’m pregnant,” you whispered, hoping he wouldn’t hear, and the ordeal could be forgotten. “You’re not?” he pulled back to look over your face. “That’s amazing…” a smile had replaced the frown. “You better send me texts every hour letting me know how you’re doing when I’m away.”


Jogndae had collapsed next to you on the sofa he got home. You were quickly used as his pillow, his arms wrapping around you while he got comfortable to sleep. “How was your day today?” he asked, lips pressing to your neck lazily. “Boring. My doctor left me waiting nearly an hour,” you mumbled, fingers brushing through his soft locks. “You’re sick?” he frowned, looking up at you through sleepy eyes. 

“No,” you smiled, your turn to press a kiss to his skin. “Then why did you go to the doctor?” he moved closer to you, almost laying on top of you. “I wanted to see if my gut instinct was right,” you shrugged, pulling a blanket over him while his droopy eyes looked over your face in confusion. “I’m pregnant,” you laughed, another kiss was given to his head. 

“Why must all the exciting things happen when I don’t have the energy to celebrate?” he whined, his face nuzzling into your neck. “When’s your next check up?” he placed a hand on your stomach, rubbing lovingly. “Next week,” you spoke softly, trying to coax him into sleeping. “I’ll be there.”


Chanyeol suspected something was wrong when you weren’t waiting up for him when he came home. During his free hours, he decided it was perfect to talk to you about why you were avoiding him.

“Is it because you don’t like what they’ve done to my hair?” he asked, now leaning against the counter as he watched you. “I wanted to tell you after the promotions were done…” you sighed, moving so you could plate up the food. “It’s just hair. I’ll change it in a few weeks,” he frowned. “It’s not that,” you turned to look at him. “I’m pregnant,” you set the plates down on the table. 

When he didn’t reply, you turned to him, to see him staring at you. “You’re pregnant..” the shock turned to a toothy grin as he pulled you close. “This is brilliant!” he exclaimed. “I’ll make sure to be with you every second I can.”


You finished the icing on the cake, each letter was piped with love and care. You made a cake for each win your boyfriend bagged. This cake would be different this win. It read ‘Congratulations on being a Daddy’ instead of the usual ‘Congratulations on the win.’ 

The sound of the door unlocking made your heart race faster, the nerves finally hitting you as you tried thinking of what to say to him when he found out he would be a parent. 

You skipped out to greet him in the hall, arms wrapping around him as you peppered kisses to his face. “Smells delicious in here,” he hummed, returning the kisses to you. “I make the chocolate cake we love so much,” you grinned, taking his hand and leading him the the kitchen. 

He stilled as he read the top, eyeing it for what seemed like forever before he turned to you. “Really?” he breathed, hand coming to your stomach. “Really,” you confirmed, making him beam with delight. “I love you so much,” his arms brought you close to him. “Both of you.”


“Sorry I couldn’t be there when you woke up,” Jongin murmured, laughing as you tried calming your bed head. “It’s okay,” you smile at the screen before moving to get more comfortable. “I put something in your bag,” you informed. “It’s not your main gift, but I think you’ll like it,”

He left the phone at the table to go look through his bag. He returned with the silver box and pursed his lips as he tried guessing what it’s contents could be. “Just open it!” you whined.

Once the lid was removed and he could see the white stick with two lines, his eyes began to fill with tears. “This is the best news I’ve heard all year…” he gazed lovingly at the stick before looking back to you. “I wish I was there to kiss you and talk to our baby…” he frowned slightly when a knock at the door signalled that he needed to go. “I promise I’ll make it up to you when I’m free.”


Sehun let his bag fall off his shoulder the moment he got through the door and went to flop down on the sofa next to you. “You looked good today,” you smiled, stroking his hair. “You watched?” his brow rose as he looked to you. “Of course I did,” your words made him smile and lean to kiss your cheek. “How was your day? Do anything interesting?” he asked, taking your hand and kissing over it. “Found out we’re going to be parents…” you shrugged while his eyes widened. “You’re pregnant?” a nod was given in reply. 

“You’re mad…” you frowned, trying to take the stick, but he closed his palm around it. “I’m not mad at you. I’m mad that I can’t probably get to be with you for the next month. I can’t hold you if you’re sick, or be here to calm you down when your hormones are crazy.”

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special thanks again to @infinityywar she is an angel and helps me with everything, like she’s too pure for this world

  • having to walk all the way across the parking lot bc you decided to be dumb and go on a saturday
  • you both get sidetracked on your way inside at the backyard displays in the middle of the parking lot (dummies wtf you have an apartment, you don’t even have a backyard wyd?)
  • you finally make it inside and tom tries to sneak into the kid’s play center bc he’s a damn child
  • ”if i just walk on my knees i’ll be the perfect height to go in" he tries to reason with the lady at the window. she gives him a glare and you just roll your eyes and pull his hand, bringing him upstairs.
  • he has to sit in every room to see if he likes the way it’s set up
  • “i like this one, come sit darling.”
  • you sit together on the couch in front of the television that isn’t plugged in and he wraps his arm around you and you lean your head on his shoulder
  • “i feel like i’m home right now.” you say and he just smiles.
  • “love, why do we need 6 different pillows for the couch?” tom says as you put a bunch of pillows in the cart but even though he always complains about how you buy too many accent pillows, he finds himself missing them when he stays at hotels because they remind him of you! so he goes to the local target and buys some he recognized from your place
  • he sits in every single office chair and swivels around even though he doesn’t need an office chair
  • he finds one with a tall back and sits in it, the back toward you when you walk up he turns the chair slowly and says, “i’ve been expecting you”
  • he tries to read in one of the office rooms but comes to find that all of the books are written in swedish
  • he gets excited when you guys are on your way to the bedroom setups.
  • “c'mon love, let’s get in bed” you just roll your eyes bc he’s behind you and kissing your shoulder.
  • “we should get bunk beds, it’ll be like summer camp all the time!”
  • “we’re not getting bunk beds, tom.” “but i’ve always wanted to go to summer camp.”
  • “tom !!? tom!!!??? ” you’ve lost sight of him in the store because he wanted to look at something and said he would “be right back” whatever that means! and you walk through section after section to find him looking at the lamps “babe loOK AT THIS ONE ITS A CLOUD WE HAVE TO GET IT. !!”
  • the kitchens are your favorite and you play around in them, pretending to make dinner for tom sat at the table with a smile on his face. you walk over to him with the empty pan and push the imaginary food onto his plate
  • “looks delicious, love.” he smiles at you and walks over to you at the counter.
  • “i love you so much” he kisses you softly and passionately and it feels so right and he lifts you onto the counter and then you realize you’re not in your kitchen at home
  • you guys go home with a few throw pillows and some ideas for your apartment.
  • “i just want everything to feel like home when we get everything, you know, tom?”
  • “darling, i don’t care what furniture we have, i’m always home when i’m with you.”

creachivity  asked:

I feel like I send you too many prompts, pls feel free to ignore if you want :)) voltron fam, imagine Shiro was called for an operation in a hospital in another state so he was gone for like a week, when he came home he missed his husband's cooking so much he cried. Keith thinks he's totally overreacting, the kids think its adorable & posted a vid on keith's insta lmao. Comments were either "wow, hot AND he can cook! Tbh I'd cry too" or "the husband's hot too?? Wth thats unfair!" Lol

[The Voltron Family] The flight was long and too many people with their suitcases were walking around the airport but that didn’t stop Shiro from getting excited. He looked around at the people standing to wait at the arrival area and met the eyes of the one he loved the most. He walked quickly and the nearer he got, the bigger his smile became.

“Hello, my red bean,” Shiro greeted as he pulled Keith into an embrace. “Thank you for taking your time to pick me up.”

“I had no choice. I’m your husband,” Keith rolled his eyes fondly. He pulled away to kiss Shiro on the cheek only to be kissed on the lips. “Sneaky.”

“I’m your husband,” Shiro mocked, giving Keith another kiss.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Keith shook his head in disapprovingly, however, his grin told Shiro they would continue in private. They started walking and the younger man asked, “How was the flight?”

“Awful without you,” Shiro frowned, leaning in again for a kiss but was stopped immediately by Keith’s finger on his lips. “I was deprived of your kisses for a week! I need—”

“Takashi,” Keith warned. “People are looking.”

“I don’t care.”

“Well, I care because I’m hungry and I made lunch so we need to get home. I know you haven’t eaten anything either.”

Shiro wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “I’d like to have my lunch now if you don’t mind.” Keith just stared at him, the kind that made Shiro rethink about his awful life choices especially on his attempt with sexual innuendos to his asexual husband. Shiro gulped, feeling a little awkward at the lack of response. “Uh, yeah. Lunch at home would be great. What did you cook, honey?” 

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3 Months - Joaquin Desantos x Reader Smut

Requested by @rosewuggy and I know a while ago i said i was staying away from smuts but i have been really frustrated recently and this helped get it out a bit. hope you guys like it! 
Warnings - heavy smut, swearing, dirty talk

Wanna be tagged in anything or everything? Message me and let me know! 

Originally posted by forsythe-pendleton-jones-iv

You and Joaquin had been fooling around together since you were teenagers, strictly friends with benefits and the ability to leave and see other people whenever you wanted which would normally be fine for you, until he decided to help FP out and go off with Kevin for a few weeks. You knew he was bi and it never bothered you but he hadn’t even offered anything or looked at you in at least a month and to say you were frustrated was an understatement. Without him, you had no release, you just never wanted to admit it to him. It was probably about 11pm when you first saw him again after such a time apart. He wasn’t stumbling so he wasn’t drunk at least, in fact he was fully sober - shocking for a Saturday night. You didn’t speak as he made his way into your trailer as usual like nothing had changed but you still wanted him like nothing had ever stopped. The things that man could do. “What’s got you in a mood?” he asked a little jokingly when he noticed the small scowl on your face, “wait, don’t tell me, you haven’t had sex since I started working for FP, have you?” your scowl remained, “I know that look, (y/n). I know what it means but what’s that in your eyes? Is that, jealousy?” He was becoming giddy off your reactions and he was winding you up but you couldn’t help yourself, you snapped as you stood up, “I’m not jealous.”
“And there is the confirmation, tell me doll, how frustrated are you right now?” he smirked as he stepped loser to you quickly his hand finding your arse as you tried to push away slightly, 
“Would you shut the hell up?” you sassed trying to hide how right he really was.

“And there she is, the feisty little girl I know. Sorry to tell you darling, but you’re stuck with me.” his strength puled you into him again but this time you didn’t resist.“
"What about Kevin?" 
"Kevin? We aint’ serious, I am doing a job for FP that’s all. So you can stop you little jealousy fit and we are going to have a little fun, help sort you out.” he murmured the last bit in your ear lowly sending a shiver down your spine - you had missed this. “I am going to take a shower and you are going to join me.” he ordered and you nodded immediately wanting to join your lips to his but he moved, walking into the bathroom with a firm slap to your arse to begin running the shower. It was a matter of moments before you had joined him and soon his jacket had hit the floor with a thud and his lips were on yours, his hands holding your face and his fingers hidden somewhere in your hair as you pulled your own jacket off followed by your blouse, breaking apart only to remove Joaquin’s shirt before his lips were back attacking your jaw and were soon by your ear, “you’re mine tonight, babygirl.”  

With that the two of you frantically removed whatever clothing you had left and before you even realized, J had pushed you backwards into the shower the warm water cascading down your skin wonderfully and then down Joaquin’s as his tan skin seemed to glow under the light. “Let me let you in on a little secret, babygirl,” he had turned you and pressed you up against the cold tile wall his lips resting just behind your ear, “I haven’t fucked since I last saw your magnificent body either.” Each word was accompanied by his fingers rubbing softly over your clit and your moans echoed out. “I couldn’t do anything without even thinking of you, of you squirming under my touch,” even as he spoke you were doing what he was saying wriggling under his influence wanting desperately to apply just a little more pressure on your most sensitive area, “without thinking of the little noises you make when you’re with me and only me.” You moaned, his quiet words causing soft goosebumps to cover your skin as he pressed himself fully against you and you finally felt what you had missed so much pressed up against your back. You moved a little more and heard him groan deliciously as you moved against him. “I hope you’re ready, babe,” his lips trail back up to your ear, his teeth tugging your earlobe as he bends you over roughly letting you rest your hands on the wall for support before you felt his face between your legs, his hands parting your thighs slightly to allow him to lick a long stripe up your core, groaning as he did so sending vibrations through your skin and again causing you to shudder. You loved Joaquin’s noises, they made you wetter than you ever thought possible and the more you reacted, the louder he got. He continued his assault on you with his tounge for a few more moments, his long, calloused fingers sliding in and out of you with familiarity and ease causing you to moan and shudder around him, the warm water hitting your back and contrasting with the cool breaths of air he would occasionally blow over your swollen area.
“God, just fuck me J.” you managed to squeak out wanting nothing more than to come around him again even though you hated the loss of his fingers that had been causing you so much pleasure.  Suddenly, he rammed himself into you with no warning. He groans and slowly removes himself from you almost entirely before thrusting into you repeatedly. “FUCK!” You let out a string of curses, Joaquin’s name coming up in the mix.  He groans your name repeatedly and loudly,
“Fuck, such a good little girl for me aren’t you.” he grunted as his hands slid up and down your waist, “Keeping yourself all tight and ready just for me.” his hand slithers down between the two of you and rubs your swollen clit as he mercilessly rams in and out you pulling you up to lean against his front his hand winding around your throat gently applying barely any pressure as he moans deliriously in your ear, “isn’t it funny,” he chuckled lowly, “how I call you a good girl when we both know that you’re really not.” He pulled out briefly and span you in his arms, kissing you as he lifted you easily, your legs wrapping around his waist easily and your back soon pressed up against the wall as he looked up at you. His eyes were blown by lust and he pressed kisses along the valley of your breasts as you tugged on his hair - the one thing that made him moan the loudest, “I swear, I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name.” he growled and slammed into you again, the new angle letting you feel so much more. You could barely form coherent sentences as you began to unravel, almost screaming Joaquin’s name as you tightened further around him as you came undone in his arms again more intensely then you had ever felt before, 3 months of frustration was slipping away gloriously. “That’s it babygirl,” with a loud groan he too came undone in you and you could feel him pulsing as he almost chanted your name like a prayer before slowly slipping out and setting you down gently, supporting you when your own legs wouldn’t,

“You did so well for me, darling. I am so pleased with you.” he praised you as he pressed a light kiss to your hairline, “Come, you need rest.”


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bakusquadup  asked:

Hey! You're writing is awesome! I actually started writing some scenarios because I got inspired and haven't written in awhile, so thanks! I was wondering if you could write one with Aizawa getting super possessive because his s/o is getting a lot of male fans while working as a pro-hero? A little NSFW would be appreciated, but not necessary!

Thank you @bakusquadup for requesting and being such an angel and doing a Kirishima request for me! I loved it and I hope you like yours (ノ≧∀≦)ノ

Under the cut because violence & I added some steam for you love <3

Aizawa, Shouta ( Eraserhead )

You weren’t the most popular pro-hero, never caring on making it to the top rankings, you didn’t like all the attention that came with the popularity and you disliked the media’s antics. You showed up to a fight when you were called or needed and disappeared before the cameras either showed up or got a good look at you, maybe that was why you caught Aizawa’s attention. He first noticed you scurrying away when he himself was doing the exact same after a noisy villain fight, he hadn’t known that he’d see you again so soon when you showed up to a meeting at Yuuei with your brother. Seeing who you were related to really pique his interest, he didn’t know Ryo Inui had any siblings and Aizawa had been working with him for years now. You were private and so was he. With that being said, while the meeting turned into the pro-heroes having a nice reunion with one another, Aizawa slipped away with you.

Ever since, you and him have been nothing but inseparable and have been officially together now for two years. You loved him, you knew you did but the two of you have yet to express such raw feelings, despite the time spent between one another.

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BTS’s reaction to finding out their girlfriend is a vampire:

A/N: Oooh~ I really loved doing this one. Enjoy ^ - ^

Jin: “Why’s your girlfriend so pale? She looks like one of those bloodsuckers.”

Your muscles tighten at the derogatory word for ‘vampire’, and you slink behind Jin, clinging to his hand – your last grip on everything that’s still okay in the world. Ever since the public discovered the existence of vampires, things have been a little weird for you. So far you’ve managed to keep what you are a secret, but it’s only a matter of time…

“Don’t say that about her!” Jin pulls you nearer, so your arms are practically stapled together.

The offender grins down at you, his face screwing up as he does so. “Why not?”

“It’s a slur, and I’d prefer if you didn’t use it.” Jin says. Your hand still roped in his, he pulls you away. 

“Can you believe him!” he cries, once you’re very much alone, “The way people talk, you’d think vampires were a new strain of the plague.”

“Thank you, for that,” You rub your arms up and down him arms, soothing him.

“Why are you thanking me?” Jin chuckles, catching your hands, “You’re not a vampire.”

“Well, actually…” Your teeth begin to sink into your bottom lip, and you have to stop yourself before you draw blood.

Jin’s hands fall from you. “Oh… I never… realised.”

You twine your fingers in his shirt sleeves, waiting for him to do something - respond. His hands resume where they left off on your skin. Your heart can beat again.

After a few moments of silence: “Can I go back and punch that brute for you?”

Originally posted by syubbie

Yoongi: “I love you.”

“You can’t. I’m a vampire!” you blurt.

Yoongi blinks at you, angled eyes crowded with bewilderment and surprise.

That was not the way you had planned on revealing your secret. But, his impromptu confession had startled you; it came out on impulse, sort of like a sneeze. Now it’s out there. And you can’t take it back.

“Not really the response I had expected, for my first time saying those words,” Yoongi says.

“Sorry! I love you too!” To know that Min Yoongi – your boyfriend, your best friend, guard of your heart, and prince of your dreams – loves you (you!) fills you up with electricity and fire. You’re so tempted to go and hug him, or kiss him, or… or…

But. That word hangs in-between you now. Vampire.

“How long were you planning on keeping your species a secret?” Yoongi asks.

You gaze at an interesting speck on the floor. You shrug. “There weren’t really any good opportunities to bring it up in conversation…”

Will he leave now? Will he shut you out of his life, and shut up his windows, and wait in his house with a wooden stake for protection?

Tears begin to sting your eyes, making your vision dance erratically. Not seeing him, you jump when his fingers begin crawling along your waist, sneaking around. When did he get so close? His hand supports your back, and he pulls you in, crushing you to his chest. All the heat of contact rushes through you, pushing a blush to your cheeks.


His shoulders shake under your hands. You look up, startled, thinking he’s crying.

But no. He’s laughing. “‘You can’t? I’m a vampire?’” More laughter. “Oh, Y/N, you should’ve seen your face just now! You’re so freaking cute!”

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

Hoseok: Hoseok knows something is up. Your lips are white from chewing, your finger nails are bitten to stumps, and you can’t stop fiddling with the sleeves of your (actually, his) hoody. You have something to say.

“What’s wrong?”

You jump, then quickly try to brush off your odd behaviour. “Nothing. Nothing.”

“Come on.” His hands dance through the air, and on finding your wrists, pull you closer to him, “You can tell me anything.”

A shake of the head, and a slipping from his hands, is all he gets. He’s hurt, but he masks it with a smile. “Okay, well then.”

Something ghosts across your eyes – what is it? Guilt? Pity? “Hoseok, I didn’t mean – It’s not that I-” You stumble on your words. “Please don’t be upset.” Sliding yourself into his arms, you guide his hands around your waist, and finding the spot – your spot - on his chest, nestle your head between his chin and his ribs.

The two of you stand like this for a while, just breathing each other, just feeling each other. This is enough for Hoseok – a reminder of your love, how much you mean. He’s content. You’ll tell him when you’re ready, he knows. And he’ll be there to support you when that moment comes.

That moment is now. “Actually, Hoseok,” you pull away from him just enough that he can look into your eyes. They twinkle with stars and broken glass. “There… is something I need to tell you.”

He waits.

“This might be a shock…” You suck on your lips, “If you don’t want to see me again after this, I’ll understand. Most humans don’t want to date us…” Humans? “You see, the thing is… ha! why is this so difficult?”

He waits some more.

“…I’m a vampire.”

Hoseok takes a moment. He pauses. He thinks. Then he pulls you that extra bit closer, till you’re fitted snugly in the curves and edges of his body. “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier? You know I’ll support you, no matter what you are. I don’t care what blood flows through you, you’re still you, and that’s the you I love most.”

Originally posted by hoseokwhy

Namjoon: “Aren’t you freaked out, now you know I’m a vampire?” you ask, slightly disappointed at Namjoon’s reaction to your big reveal.

He shakes his head, a smirk pulling at his mouth.

“You know I could knock you down, and drain the life from you if I wanted to?” you say irritably.

His finger taps your forehead, a light flick. “Yeah, but I know you won’t. Because.” Tap. “You.” Tap. “Love me.”

You grab the finger assaulting your forehead. “Maybe it’s because I love you that you should be afraid.” A grin slides across your face. “Maybe your blood smells that much more delicious. Maybe your neck looks that much more tempting.” You’re tracing your fingers along his jawline, eyeing the sweet spot on the neck. Without warning, you swoop in, and your lips begin traversing his skin. You only meant to tease, but he tastes so good. Can’t stop now. There’s no mercy in your kisses – all rough, all hungry.

Namjoon’s arms twine around your torso, catching handfuls of your shirt. He’s completely yours now. If your fangs could only pierce below the surface, and suck on that honey-sweet river.

“You can, if you want,” Namjoon whispers against your hair.

It’s all you need to hear. Your pointed teeth are biting down, and there’s that flow! You’ve hit an outlet of liquid gold. It washes into your mouth, flooding your senses. Namjoon grips your shirt harder. Does it hurt? Reluctant, you pull away, the remnants of your feast dripping down your chin.

“Sorry, I couldn’t stop-” You’re ashamed at your loss of control.

Ignoring the blood around your lips, Namjoon pulls you in for a kiss. That says it all – it’s okay, it doesn’t hurt, I love you. You break apart for an instant, then you’re back at it. Breathe. Kiss. You’re up against the wall, Namjoon’s finding the edges of your shirt, drawing it up so that he can feel at the bare skin of your waist. You should feed on him more often, if this is the result.

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Jimin: Things are getting bad. The world is swimming around you, the air in your lungs becoming sticky.

Blood. That’s what you need. Human blood, specifically.

Why? Why did this have to happen in the middle of a date, just when you finally got a free moment alone with your boyfriend? All you can think about is the blood pumping around his frame, seeping through his veins, his arteries, his heart. But. You can’t have him. His blood is off limits.

“Are you okay?” Jimin’s warm fingers are laced through yours. He gives your hand a squeeze.

“I’m fine, just a little light headed,” you manage to say. But you’re not fine. Your legs are slipping from under you. Your sight’s blurring. It’s too late: the world’s falling away.

When you wake up, Jimin is hanging over you, his face filled with concern.

“You’re definitely not okay,” he says, placing your head in his lap, and brushing hair away from your damp forehead.

“Blood,” you sigh, reaching up for him, “I need…”

“What? What do you need?” Jimin leans in. He’s so close. You can smell his blood, feel it pounding through him. Just one sip.

Unable to control yourself, you reach up and pull him to you, so that your lips collide messily. Your fangs unsheathe themselves, and you penetrate the delicate skin just inside his cheek. He stiffens in your hands, tensing, like he’s about to pull away. This is where it ends. But no, he’s still there. His lips are still blended with yours.

“Drink all you need,” he whispers against you, and as his lips quiver, more of his sweet blood splashes down your throat, “You can explain later.”

Originally posted by sugutie

Taehyung: Taehyung has always wanted to be bitten by a vampire. It’s not that he has a weird kink, or likes to physically abuse himself - he’s just… curious. Does it sting? Does it tingle? Is it like getting an injection, or is it more akin to a paper cut? Whatever it’s like, he wants to find out. That’s why he’s so excited when you decide to share your secret with him.

“I knew they existed,” he says, bouncing up and down, “I knew it!”

You pause. This was clearly not the reaction you had anticipated.

“You’ve gotta bite me,” he says, eagerly pulling at his jumper, so that it slides off his shoulder, revealing golden skin.

“Taehyung…” you try, “I can’t. I’m not supposed to drink from people I know.”

“Please,” he begs, “I just want to know what it feels like.”

You give him a look that translates to ‘really?’

“Please? Please, please, please, please, please?”

With a roll of your eyes, and a reluctant nod of your head, you ease forward, catching him by the arms. Your lips graze the skin around his neck, feeling out the area. “Are you sure you want this?”

Taehyung winds his arms around your waist in answer.

With that, your fangs slip into his neck.

So this is what it feels like. Like being pricked with a needle. But not any normal needle - a golden tipped needle dipped in the richest wine. It tingles and bubbles through his blood, and, suddenly, he feels awake – alive. His heart is pumping faster. He’s aware of every single atom in his body. But then again… maybe these feelings are more to do with your hands curling around his arms, and your body pressing against his. Whatever it is, he likes it.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Jungkook: “You’re a vampire?”

“You’re a f-cking vampire hunter?”

You and your boyfriend stare at each other, shock splattered across both your faces. In Jungkook’s hand, a wooden stake stares at you, murmuring of the hatred humans have for your species.

“What are you waiting for?” you demand, “Go on and kill me!”

Jungkook’s head sways back and forth: no.

Anger surges through your veins. “Kill me!” You’re striding forward, grabbing the hand that holds the stake, placing it over your heart.

“Stop this!” He wrestles with you, peeling free form your iron grasp, “I don’t want this.”

“Why? I’m no different from the other vampires you must have killed already.” Tears have traced rivers down to your chin, and are now splashing onto your shirt. There’s no control left in you. Here is the man you love, dressed in the uniform you hate. You can’t align the two. It doesn’t make sense.

“Y/N, listen! I’ve never harmed a vampire. I’m never going to harm you!” Jungkook’s hands are hot on your face; he steadies you against him, “I’m not like them!”

You want to break away, but you can’t. Your legs don’t work. Nothing works.

“Listen!” Jungkook’s shaking you now, but there’s nothing left to stir up. Anger is gone. Fear is gone. Nothing’s left. Jungkook’s lips carve desperate dents into your ice skin, “I love you.”

This sparks… something. Your eyes move over Jungkook, eat up his anxious face, his dazzling eyes, his trembling lips. 

“I love you too.”

You share a secret kiss in the dark, away from the eyes of vampires and humans. You’ll make this work. Somehow?

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All That Glitters - Chapter One: Southern Comfort, Tired Eyes and a Bleeding Heart

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You were all too used to dive bars and the kinds of folks that hung out in them; namely the rot-gut swilling, fight starting types who got handsy after a few too many shots and were quick to stiff you on your tip in favor of just one more drink.

That’s why you thought you could handle it when a surly hurricane of rage and resentment in the form of one towering, thickly muscled flame haired male sauntered briskly into the dimly lit doors of Jack’s Crocodile Bar, your relatively new place of employment. The scathing look that your boss, the steely eyed, strong backed bar owner Jack with her trigger happy fingers that were always ready to kick a drunken patron out, and that strangely comforting mom-that-takes-zero-shit attitude , flashed your way had you hastily second guessing your lofty notions of pub mastery.

The words she drawled to you in that low sweet mid-west accent, and her crimson painted finger nails that curled around your t-shirt clad shoulder in a gesture of commiseration, didn’t do anything to help.

“That right there is trouble, plain as the day is long,” Jack said, following your line of sight to the immense glowering ginger currently slouching in the sticky vinyl of a dingy booth that sat a few strides from the dentine bar, “And he just sat down in your section.”

She wished you a genuine but playful good luck as you sighed, slipping the notepad from your back pocket and snatching your pen from where it was tucked behind your ear, straightening the curve of your spine and tugging at the already low cut of your t shirt for good measure.

You could tell that he meant to fuck with you as soon as he laid eyes on your nearing form. There was something positively wicked glinting in his gaze as it swept from the top of your head down the curve of your waist, the swell of your hips, all the way to the scuffed vans gracing your tired feet. By the time that aphotic gaze of his snapped back up to yours you had your best poker face firmly in place, the charming smile that had always earned you so much extra in tips valiantly curving your chap stick stained lips.

“Are you on the menu tonight, love?” He asked before you could even open your mouth to speak, the gentle accent lilting about his words sounding almost Irish, though it was soft, diluted, “Because I have a feeling you’d taste delicious.” He grinned up at you, pearly white teeth glinting with sharp predatory focus, though you could reluctantly admit that the smile curving his lips and the glint in his eyes were grudgingly handsome.

“Even if I was, you definitely couldn’t afford me,” you shot back at him without missing a beat, fervently batting away the heated things that his answering smile did to your fluttering heart, trying hard to ignore the fact that his eyes, which from far away had seemed black, were actually a deep, fathomless green, calling to mind fertile rolling hills that broke hard and fast on jagged cliff faces and the fervent sapping of ancient, effervescent springtime.

He sat back and regarded you with blatant appreciation, the kind that until now he had reserved for his sloppily disguised peaks at your ass, which looked admittedly fantastic in the tight blue jeans you had scraped on today, but that emotion directed not just at your body, but at you, had something warm and traitorously flattered sparking fervently in your belly.

“It’s about right, that is,” he drawled in that accented voice as he pointed a ring bedecked finger incriminatingly in your direction, stalwart accusation sitting heavy in the gesture, flashing heatedly in his gaze, “I really shouldn’t get involved with women like you.”

“Women like me?” You tensed as your heart sputtered in your chest, no real offense thrumming behind your words despite the acridness of your tone. Still you tensed, anticipating the worst, though for all the mirth glinting in his forest green eyes you could detect no hints of anger or intent to harm. Perhaps he hid it well.

“Oh aye,” A smug smile curved those infuriatingly inviting lips of his, revealing those white teeth that glinted like alabaster in the bar’s low light and the tip of his wet tongue for your contritely hungry gaze, “Women with disaster on their lips, sensuality brimming on their hips and a pair of eyes so divine they can have a man running to them with the crook of their little finger. Sound familiar?”

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A Little Too Late Part 2

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Title: A Little Too Late Part 2

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, violence (little bit)

Word Count: 1,123

A/N: This is the special treat I have for all of you!! It’s a Gabriel series that  I won’t be limiting myself on.  As long as you all love it, it will continue! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated <3

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Gabriel scanned over the area where you were last held.  He searched for any sign of you, but there was nothing.  Gabriel appeared in the Winchester’s bunker, looking in the typical places for the two brothers.  When Gabriel spotted them, he tried to be as calm as possible.  It was hard for the archangel to remain calm with you missing.  You were his world, and he couldn’t bear the thought of you being hurt.  “Are you knuckleheads just going to sit around,” Gabriel inquired.  “[Y/N] is out there somewhere!  We need to find her.”

Dean and Sam were studying the map in the war room.  Before you left on your hunt, you mapped out all the possible nests near that one.  You were going to knock out the smallest first.  Sam rolled his eyes, “it’s only been one day Gabriel, she’ll be fine.  She’s strong.”  Dean and Sam only got a few hours of sleep last night.  Neither of them could sleep knowing you were out there being tortured by vampires; or worse, dead.

“You two better hope [Y/N] is fine,” Gabriel mumbled.  Gabriel looked at the bloody jewelry on the table, becoming furious at the reminder of what it meant..

“Gabriel, they are working hard.  We all want [Y/N]’s safe return,” Cas said trying to soothe his brother.  A flutter of wings sounded.

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If You

If it’s not too late
Can’t we get back together?
If you’re struggling like I am
Can’t we make things a little easier?

Kwon Jiyong/ G Dragon X Reader

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He watched you walk down the aisle like someone might watch an angel descending from heaven, in complete and utter awe. Through the vows, the prayers, and the hymns he kept his eyes on you and you alone. It pained him in the moments that he was unable to wipe the tears from your cheeks when you cried out of pure joy. It hurt him knowing you were right in front of him and yet you were still so incredibly far away.

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harry holland head canon-arguing

a/n: This is my first time writing about harry so I hope it’s okay. Also you guys tag me in your writing i want to read it and don’t be afraid to ask me to edit it if you want!!

harry’s dialogue/your dialogue

  • let’s be honest Harry isn’t the most kind and welcoming person to every single person
  • he has ginormous soft spots for his family, friends, and YOU
  • he seriously would do anything for you
  • even though he’s so whipped for you, he still got pretty heated during arguments
  • so when you were arguing about him being gone so much, it got intense
  • it all started when he was home from being away with haz and tom
  • you made a comment about how he had been gone a lot
  • it only went downhill from there
  • you were upset with him and he didn’t completely understand why
  • “you’re always away with tom and harrison. you’re so distant with me even when you’re active on social media.”
  • “so now that i have a girlfriend i can’t have a life i guess. god you’re so clingy!”
  • did harry’s voice get hellaaaa low when he got angry
  • as you two continued arguing, he got closer and closer to you up until he was right in front of you
  • he would tilt his head down at you slightly
  • his mouth would be in a straight line and he would stare at you with eyes filled with anger
  • his arms would be hanging tense at his sides, fists clenched, and veins popping out
  • “if you’re so angry about me being away for so long maybe I should find someone else who won’t be”
  • when harry got angry he said things he didn’t mean and you knew that, but this time you weren’t so sure
  • right after he said that he stormed off, going into the bedroom and slamming the door
  • you then proceeded to the guest bedroom, lying on the bed hoping to get some sleep but instead just crying into your pillow
  • about 30 minutes later you heard the door creak open and felt a weight sit on the bed
  • it was harry of course
  • “hey pretty girl” was whispered as harry placed a hand on your lower back and started rubbing circles into it
  • you knew when he used the affectionate nickname with you that he wasn’t angry with you anymore
  • you sat up and moved next to him
  • “hey” you said looking up at him
  • your hoarse voice and red eyes from crying somehow deepened harry’s already outstanding guilt 
  • he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you towards him until you were sitting in his lap with your knees on either side of his hips
  • he rested his hands on your hips as you both stared into each other eyes
  • “I’m so sorry honey. I didn’t mean what i said at all. I should be home more. I’m sorry angel, I love you so very much.” 
  • “It’s okay baby, i love you too.” you said as he ran his hands up and down your sides
  •  you wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist, burying his face into your hair and inhaling your scent
  • when you let go he smiled softly at you and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear
  • “why don’t i cook you up some dinner lovely?” 
  • you two then talked about the possibility of you coming with them over harry’s delicious meal
  • after dinner, you had a nice steamy shower together ;) 

tags: @nightynightnyx @tbholland @heckin-good-holland @lovelyimagines

Recovered Jonsa Fic#17:

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I need Littlefinger to tease Jon about his inappropriate feelings for his ‘sister’. I need LF to panic as he sees how close Jon and Sansa are. I need LF to dwell in despair because Jon is so much like Ned and Sansa so much like Cat and it’s history repeating for him all over again. I need LF to try something stupid. And I need Jon to punch him in the face. Basically I need LF to suffer. Yes, that would be nice. 

The bastard apologizes to her, and Petyr wants to scream.

The bastard apologizes and promises her: she’s his heir, she’s his regent, she’s Lady of Winterfell and Lady of the Dreadfort, essentially making her his most powerful vassal. She’s queen in all but name. 

Never has there been a more humble king. Never has there been a more attentive, doting, brother.

Petyr can tell that Sansa can’t hate him. Maybe there’d been a chance, but the bastard brings her to every bloody council meeting and before long, she’s named Hand. Before long, she’s attending more meetings and hosting court without him, and any time a single person questions this, they are shut down. 

The jokes begin. “King Jon rules the North, and Princess Sansa rules King Jon.”

Petyr can’t help but remember the last time that he heard a saying like that. It was about Tywin Lannister and his wife, Lady Joanna. 

Petyr watches them closely, when they’re together, which is too often.

She doesn’t freeze up when he leans toward her or touches her. She smiles for him. They are both people who laugh and smile seldomly, but they laugh and smile when around one another.

Petyr watches the bastard. He watches him when Sansa takes her leave. As she walks away, the bastard watches her. And Petyr sees it. There it is. The longing.

And he sees more. He sees the jealousy.

Lord Cerwyn is a lad of eight-and-ten. Not especially handsome, but well-made. And he has a meek, honest way about him. The sort of man Sansa could and would eat alive, and never fear. Though he cried Jon Snow’s name and declared him king, it’s clear that though it is Jon he serves, it is Sansa he worships. He watches her with lovesick eyes, stammers when in her presence, watches her from a distance. 

The new King in the North loathes the lad. He shouts at him when Lord Cerwyn drifts off and stares at the princess. He questions his courage. He challenges him to matches in the yard, and thrashes him without mercy.

He loathes Petyr as well. More than once, he’s suggested Petyr return to the Vale, and leave Lord Royce as ambassador. Sansa has told the bastard everything. And since King Jon was crowned, he’s done everything short of banishing Petyr to keep him separated from the princess.

When a few leal vassals made noises about seeking Princess Sansa’s hand for one of their sons or brothers, the bastard shuts them down with the iciest of stares.

When vassals mention their young, unwed daughters and sisters, the bastard shuts them down with the iciest of stares.

The new king doesn’t flirt, doesn’t smile. He only smiles for his sister. He only confides in his sister. His very movements revolve around her presence. When she enters a room, he stands. When she moves to the table, he pulls out her chair. When he sees her on the arm of another, he swiftly moves to take her.

Sometimes, Petyr catches him gazing at her hair, and he can tell the bastard is fantasizing about taking it in hand, stroking it, seeing it lie upon the surface of his pillow…

Petyr knows these looks. Many of them mirror his own.

Many of them mirror the brief interactions he witnessed between Ned Stark and Catelyn. Catelyn, only smiling and relaxing when she gazed upon that simpleton of a husband. Ned Stark, his surly face relaxing upon seeing her, his hand flying to wind that red hair about his fingers. 

One of the most painful moments in Petyr’s life was watching Lord and Lady Stark kiss. It was love between them. 

He’s witnessed a private moment between the bastard and Sansa. The two of them, standing in the godswood, facing each other. The bastard kissed her forehead. And despite the surrounding snow, despite how much younger the two are, Petyr flashes right back to that day in King’s Landing when Ned Stark jokingly chided his wife about her temper and their lips joined…

He knows what he must do. Because he can no longer suffer this. He can no longer stomach this. He will not have it happen again. No. Not again. 

But he must be sure. He cannot act too foolishly. He must have it confirmed.

His confirmation comes soon enough. And it is bitter.

Catelyn’s second boy reappears: crippled, snow-covered, making odd, cryptic statements. Petyr witnesses the reunion. He compares and contrasts how Sansa and Brandon interact with how she and the bastard treat one another. It. Is. Not. The same.

The boy loves his sister madly, can barely stand to let her go, but he does not look at her the way the bastard does.

Even worse: Sansa adores her little brother, she holds him with utter desperation, she cries, Petyr can’t remember the last time he’s seen her so happy as she embraces her little brother. But her affection for Brandon is markedly different from her affection for the Bastard.

Petyr is sure she doesn’t even realize it yet. And he knows. He knows he has to act now, before she does.

So later that evening, he gambles. Sansa is fussing over Bran, and Petyr discovers that the King in the North has departed from the castle, journeyed to the godswood. Petyr follows him.

He’s never spoken to the Bastard alone. Barely spoken to him at all. But now is the time.

He enters the clearing. The bastard’s back is to him. All Petyr really sees is hair and that bloody fur cloak, identical to Ned Stark’s. Sansa made it for him. She’s never made anything for Petyr. He wants to rip the cloak off the bastard’s shoulders and make him burn it.

Instead, he speaks. “Late hour for prayer, Your Grace.”

The bastard’s form tenses up, and he turns slowly. 

“Contemplation, Lord Baelish,” he says rigidly, his eyes narrowed, his lips pressed into an uncharacteristic sneer. “I have much to contemplate.”

“Aye, I imagine. It can’t be easy for you. I imagine you must feel rather conflicted.”

“What do you mean?”

Petyr smiles. “On one hand, you have your brother back. On the other, Sansa will once again be put aside.”

There’s a flicker in the King’s eyes, and Petyr realizes that the stupid bastard hadn’t even considered that. He grins.

“I mean, as a trueborn son, Brandon’s claims come before hers. So she’s no longer your heir, no longer Lady of Winterfell. Just as she lost her brother’s crown to you, she’s lost her home and place in the succession again to her little brother. It simply isn’t fair, after all she went through, all she did to get her home back. Perhaps if she’d become queen, there’d be no issue, but alas… Her chance of securing any rights were lost when you answered the Northern Lords’ call. And once again, she must step aside.”

King Jon’s mouth falls open for a second. He reddens. “I will… I will issue a proclamation tomorrow. Sansa remains my heir. She remains Lady of Winterfell.”

“I’m sure your little brother will appreciate that, no doubt. It is complicated, isn’t it?”

The bastard’s guilt is painted across his face. “I should have named her queen that day.”

“Oh yes, I can see your desperation to make her a queen,” Petyr replies, stepping closer, “I’m sure your little brother will appreciate that.”

“I—” The bastard scowls. “What is it you want, Littlefinger?”

Petyr is loving how easy this is. It’s so delicious he barely even flinches at being called “Littlefinger.” The bastard is as much a simpleton as his father. “Me? I want to make up for past mistakes. I gave Sansa up to an unworthy, perverted match before. I let her fall prey to licentiousness and abuse. I will be damned if I allow it to happen again.”

He gives the bastard an earnest, determined, challenging look. Inside, though, he smiles.

The bastard steps back, and Petyr knows. He sees it. The king in the North stammers. “I don’t know what you mean. I intend to keep her from such things, Littlefinger.”

“I don’t think you can be trusted to do so.”

“That means a lot, coming from you.” The Bastard spits.

“I’m not the man lusting after his sister.”

There. There it is. The bastard’s face is a mask of terror. Oh yes, Bastard, I know.

Now, Petyr glares. “Don’t deny it, Jon Snow. I have seen it. I know the truth. You may like to play the good, honorable, humble soldier, but just like your father before you, you can’t ignore your cock. I’ve seen the looks you give Sansa. Not exactly the sort of looks appropriate for a brother, are they?”

The bastard fidgets. He glares. “How dare you?!”

Petyr comes close. “You may have fooled Sansa so far, but you can’t fool me. I bet every woman you’ve ever desired has had hair the color of blood and bright blue eyes. I’ve sold enough whores to read any lusts I encounter. I’ve dealt with men like you. Lords who came to my brothel seeking girls who looked a very particular way, then encountering them with their families at court, and discovering their lady sisters bear striking resemblances to the girls I sold them. Discovering that my clients look upon their own blood with the sort of longing I now see in your eyes whenever they fall upon the woman who exemplifies everything you never had.”

“Shut up.” The bastard chokes out. But Petyr doesn’t.

“Perhaps when you answered the call of your vassals, you thought that taking the Stark birthright would be enough. But it wasn’t, was it? Taking the North from Catelyn Tully’s children isn’t enough. No, you need to take her lovely lady daughter, the perfect princess who looks so much like the woman who would never be your mother, you need to take her. You need to lay her upon the sheets of Lord and Lady Stark’s bed, the bed where your father and his lady wife made all of those trueborn children deemed more worthy than you, and make Sansa yours. Take her, claim her, defile her. Make her as incestuous as the mad queen in the South. Make her yours. Take everything. You burn for her. For your sister. You’re every bit as sick as a Lannister.”

The bastard’s hand on his throat is as satisfying as it is painful, as is the sensation as Jon Snow slams him up against the trunk of the Heart Tree. He flashes back to that day with Ned Stark, outside the brothel. Starks. Quick tempers. Slow minds.

But this time, he’s going to keep his Tully girl from them. He will. He will. Jon Snow won’t kill him. He knows it. He’s too honorable.

He actually hears the crunching from his nose against the bastard’s fist before the pain of it registers. But the pain does hit. And Petyr feels twinges of doubt. Maybe the bastard isn’t that honorable.

He bites his tongue, literally and figuratively. But even more frightening is the bastard’s smirk. The bastard isn’t supposed to be smirking.

“Not a Lannister,” hisses the bastard, “Like a Targaryen, actually.”

By his tone, Petyr realizes that there’s something to this, and he’s almost afraid to ask what. But he does. “What are you talking about, Bastard?”

The bastard grins even further. “Bran arrived today with some interesting information. Information that has since been confirmed by Lord Reed, who was with Eddard Stark when Lady Lyanna died. As it turns out, I’m not Lord Stark’s bastard after all. I’m the product of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. You haven’t heard, because Sansa doesn’t trust you. And that eats you up, doesn’t it?”

Petyr is out of breath, and not just from the blood and cartilege clogging his nasal cavities. “Wh—wh–what?!”

“Lord Eddard kept it a secret. But secrets come out. So no, Littlefinger. You may lust after your niece, but I do not lust after my sister.” The bastard’s eyes flash. “Sansa told me what you said to her. Your little dream. You, on the Iron Throne, her by your side. I don’t want the Iron Throne. Or, rather, I didn’t. But I may now. Not because I want to take anything from Sansa or Bran or Arya or Lady Catelyn. No, I’ll do it, if only to take it from you. You betrayed my family, Littlefinger. You double-crossed my father. You killed Jon Arryn and sparked everything that destroyed the lives of the people I loved—”

Petyr freezes. How could he possibly know—?

The Bastard reads his expression and grins. “My little brother arrived bearing lots of fascinating information. And now… I was content to never venture south, to let myself die in the North, fighting, to never, ever act on what I feel for Sansa. And trust me, in many ways, not loving Sansa was as terrifying a concept. 

“Because bloody hell…. I love her. I do. And unlike you, I actually know it’s real love. It’s not some entitled obsession passed from mother to daughter. I look at Sansa, and I don’t see Catelyn Tully. Seven Hells, I see more of her father in her than I see of her mother. But mostly, I see her. I’ve been in love before, Littlefinger. Loved a woman who never offered me anything I felt I was denied. Just a woman I bloody loved. Worshipped. Almost gave everything up for. I know love when it comes, and it’s here again. I am in awe of Sansa, I can believe that this world is worth fighting for, if only because she’s in it. I would die again if only to keep her safe. To make her smile. To make her feel safe and hopeful again. To make her feel even a fraction of the joy she brings me. But I didn’t want to scare her. After what she’s suffered thanks to you, pursuing her seemed wrong. And I’ve believed myself bound for death anyways. And I didn’t care, because if I died fighting the White Walkers, I’d be giving up my life to keep her safe, and would leave her the throne that’s rightfully hers. But you know what? Now I think I’ll live. I’ll survive the wars and come back to her. I’ll give her the throne of the North, then march South with her by my side and take the Iron Throne. I’ll declare myself King in the South, build her a throne of her own, and have her by my side as Queen in the North. And I am going breed a dozen babes into her—- Starks and Targaryens. And we’ll build a world for them and leave them everything you ever wanted. You’ll be a footnote. I’m going to be the man who makes her happy. I’m going to be the man who gives her babes with bright red hair. I’ll take the throne, and keep you alive only long enough for you to see us. Sitting side by side in the Red Keep, my firstborn in her arms. She’ll be happy, safe, loved. And I will give her everything you could only ever take from her.”

Petyr shakes. He sees it now. He sees it. His beautiful dream, gone. It’s not him on the Iron Throne, but this bastard. And he sees it, gods, he sees it. He sees her. Her by his side, babe at her breast, looking upon the bastard in adoration. In love.


Now Petyr seriously wonders if he’s having a nightmare. Because that’s her voice.

Both men look over, and there is Sansa, hands clasped, as beautiful as a winter rose. Even more beautiful than Cat ever was. The hood of her Stark cloak pulled up around her face so she resembles a little bear cub. She pulls the hood down and that red hair tumbles out.

She comes forward. The bastard releases Petyr. He falls to the ground, landing roughly on the roots of the weirwood. Sansa’s eyes are on the bastard. And she looks… She looks like his worst nightmare: beautiful and in love. 

The bastard looks panicked. “Sansa, I—”

She stops him with a fingertip to his lips. Petyr watches her and marvels. How could anyone look at her and see Ned Stark? She’s Cat. Cat. Cat…

She smiles. “That’s a beautiful dream, Jon. The most beautiful I can imagine. I want it for us. I want you to promise it to me. Even if you have to come back from the dead for it.”

“You… You want it?” He has that dumbfounded expression that was so, so Ned Stark.

“I want you. I want you by my side. I couldn’t care less for the Iron Throne, but us side by side, the babes, the better world we can give them.” 

And she kisses him. Just like Cat kissed that fool from the North. It takes Petyr several moments to realize he’s screaming.

The two break apart, and Sansa looks down on him. There is nothing but pure disgust in her eyes. 

“I have to say, though, My Love, I do agree with you,” she says, her tone mocking, “The Iron Throne does have a certain appeal if it means keeping him from it. I would very much like to give you everything Littlefinger wants.”

Petyr whimpers. She called him Littlefinger.

Before he knows it, he’s being dragged through the snow by his collar. He blacks out, and wakes up to find himself in a dark cell. He’s alone. He’s afraid.

Eventually, a page brings him a plate of what looks like it might have been mutton stew once. The lad is skinny, about twelve, and missing some teeth already. He grins at Petyr.

“I’m ta tell ya, Littlefingah, from the queen ‘erself—”


“King Jon ain’t no Stark, as it turns out. ‘E surrendered the North to Queen Sansa this mornin’. ‘E’s declared ‘imself a lost Targaryen prince instead, says ‘e’s meant to be King in the South, not the North.” The lad shrugs, “But ‘e’s not Old Lord Eddard’s bastard, so ‘e can’t be King in the North. So Sansa’s queen now, and ‘er crippled brother is prince. But that’s not what Queen Sansa’s so eager to know, now. No, she wants me ter tell ya that King Jon is going ta be a King in the North again, in a fashion. She says that she wants you to know that you’ll be let out and given a ‘ot meal and fine new clothes so you can come to ‘er wedding. She even—”

The lad stops, hesitates, then grins, “She says she’s found something she likes after what Lord Ramsay did to her. That you needn’t worry, that you’ll be out of ‘ere soon enough, because the wedding will need to be soon since she’s already started working on giving the North an ‘eir. The North and the South. And she says that after yer let out, and give yer blessing, that ‘the mockingbird will get to spread ‘is wings an’ fly.’ Don’t know what that part is supposed ter mean. But…” The boy giggles. “I know what she means with the first part.”

Petyr glares at the boy. “Get out!”

The lad shrugs. “Alright. I’m not ter be yer guard anyways.”

“Then who is?!” Petyr demands.

The lad gestures with his thumb over his shoulder. “’Im.”

And that’s when Petyr sees the red eyes in the distance. That’s when he hears the growling. 

Tech Issue

Summary: Being smart and graduate college early doesn’t only have good sides. Busy with studies, you have less time to see your boyfriend. So one day you decide to go see him on his university’s campus to make him a surprise. But the surprise is rather he who make you one, because the future employee of Google wearing the significant beanie that Stuart is asks you for help on a problem that is supposed to be his specialty.

Word count: 1565

Requested? Yes, by @standalls

Fandom: The Internship

Pairing: Reader x Stuart Twombly

A/N: First Internship imagine! Hope you like it and I hope I wrote Stuart correctly! None of the gifs are mine.

You hadn’t seen him for a long time. To be honest, with the end of your studies that you had finished with mention, you hadn’t the time for any activities. You were very intelligent, too intelligent and devoted to your studies. And that’s how you graduated from college before many other people of your age and that included your boyfriend. Your boyfriend who had managed to get a dream job at Google’s premises but who had to graduate before he could start working.

And so, both very busy, you with your finals in search of a job and him with the internship and his school year to finish, you barely had time to send text messages at each other.

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My Best Friend’s Brother Pt. 5

Originally posted by tomhollandorbust


Part 4 

Relationships: Romantic!Pietro x Reader, Romantic!Wanda x Vision, Best Friends!Wanda x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of smut and some actual smut. Other than that extreme fluff. 

Summary: Pietro is a very sweet gentleman to you the morning after he made love to you. But your worst fears are confirmed when Wanda discovers you slept with her brother.

A/N: GUESS WHO’S BACK!?! DID YOU GUYS MISS ME??? I’m sorry for the lack of updates, I was distracted by other fandoms that have literally been ripping my heart to shreds and college has taken a lot more of my time than I originally thought so that’s a thing but I was super productive today and now I have some time to update and I got in a Pietro mood for the first time in a long time so now hopefully I have something good to show for it! So now I hope you enjoy the conclusion of this series! 

You woke up to a strange sensation. You weren’t in your room, and you weren’t alone. Your eyes widened as you remember what happened last night. You looked down and smiled when you saw the gorgeous Sokovian heartthrob Pietro Maximoff snuggling you, naked, his face buried in your cleavage. You smirked and ran your hands through his messy silver hair. He smirked and kissed one of your tits and opened his eyes. “Good morning Printsessa.” He says and kisses you gently. “Did you sleep well?” 

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Dear Future Wife…#716

I know it’s been 48 hours, but it felt a lot longer. Taking you in my arms, breathing you in, and feeling you squeeze me back centered me after the chaos of the last few days. Loved making dinner with you and laughing over delicious bites and old stories. Now back in bed next to you, watching our show, it’s almost like I forgot how soft your skin is, my hand under your shirt, feeling the warmth radiating from the small of your back. I know I’ll drift off with a dumb smile on my face tonight.

Mr. Pouty | S.Coups

Anonymous asked:

hey! can you make a scenario where scoups is extra clingy or cuddly because of something? ; ; thanks!

Hope you like it!  no but seriously bless whoever asked this I could write the entire bible based on this prompt seungie makes me so soft

word count: 873

“Jagiiii~ Why are you ignoring meee?” Seungcheol asks sniffling his nose and slouching his arms over your shoulders after you tiptoed to put the popcorn bag inside the microwave. “Please sit back on the couch, Seungie. And please put your socks back on. The popcorn is going to take a while, you should eat the rest of your soup.”

“See, you keep ignoring me! I hate you, you’re lucky I love you so much.” “You’re making absolutely no sense.” You guide him back to the couch with your hands on his broad shoulders (at least trying to). Once he finally agrees to sit down, you peper his face with little fairy kisses, since you can’t (or shouldn’t) kiss him on the lips, independentely of how delicious they look.

Because he has cold - your job should be taking care of him, and not get sick too. But there’s one specific thing about S.Coups when he gets sick - he becomes super clingy and wants to cuddle all the time - almost in a child–like way. But you don’t really mind, since he always tries to show his manlier side around you. “Y/N~ i can’t eat on my own, help meee. I’m too buy blowing my nose.” He gets up from his previous spot, getting behind you while he puts his arms tightly around your waist and leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck and shoulders. “You know, instead of soup, movies and popcorn, there’s something way more interesting we can do…“ He gives your ass a light squeeze as you feel his semi-hard member up against your butt. "You know, it can even include movies… If you’re into that sort of thing. C'mon, Y/N, you’re the one who said I should stay in bed.” You avoid turning around, because you know that if you don’t, you won’t be able to say no to that gorgeous face. You sigh with contradicting feelings - “I didn’t meant that kind of ‘staying in bed’. And you do realise that almost nothing sounds sexy with that runny nose sniffling every two seconds, right?” Luckily he went back to his cuddly state, sighing and letting go of your waist. He finally agreed to sit down after you convinced him with a big hug and the promise of cuddles later at night. “He looks so adorable” You think, with the way he’s sitting on the couch facing you and how the blanket you got him Is wrapped around his shoulders and head while you fed him the soup. Suddenly, the microwave goes off, meaning the popcorn are ready. “Hey, I’m just gonna go grab a big bowl for the popcorn. Finish your soup and then put it on the sink, ok? After that you can start choosing what movie you want, because I still need to mix them and pour the toppings.” You kiss his forehead and get up to get everything ready. “Nooo… Don’t leave me Y/N. Please?” “I’ll be there in a second, please just do what I told you.” “Fiine. Meanie.” While he washes the bowl and you take out the popcorn, S.Coups keeps making faces at you and throws air kisses at you, to which you awnser back only after a few of his attempts. When you walk into your shared bedroom with the bowl in your hands, Seungie already had gotten the movie ready, curled up in what seemed a million blankets and looking like the most adorable burrito you have ever seen in your life. “Jeez, 'Marley & Me’? You’re really sappy today, aren’t you?” “Shush Y/N. Just get your cute butt over here and don’t judge me.” When you crawl into bed, S.Coups almost makes you drop your popcorn, because he tries to make you a side dish with his burrito, puting the infinite blankets on top of you too. The rest of the movie passes by pretty peacefully, with him lying on his back in between your legs. His head lovingly rested on your stomach, which you cleverly used to put the popcorn bowl on top of. “Hey, jagi?” “Yes?” “Please don’t tell the guys we watched this, or else they’ll make fun of me again.” He said in a sleepy tone, his big beautiful brown eyes looking up at you. “Seungie, why are your eyes so watery?” “T-The scene where Marley dies is coming up next…” “Aww, come over here.” You say, opening your arms so he could crawl on top of you and hide his face on your chest, so he wouldn’t see the rest of the scene. You alternate between stroking his back and playing with his hair until he falls asleep on top of you, but also making sure ge wouldn’t hurt you with his big shoulders. When the movie finally ends, you turn off the TV and S.Coups slowly wakes up, only to hug you tight and yawn: “I want to cuddle, jagi~” “Alright, let’s go to sleep Mr.Pouty.”

z-0013  asked:

Hello! I hope u r having a good day! If u wanna can u do a headcannons for V where his female s/o is a chocoholic? And for Jumin where his female s/o is really good at drawing and draws all the time? Thanks 💕

Aww, this is lovely. Thank you!!!
There was a painter prompt done here if you’re interested.

-There was one day early into your relationship together that he decided he wanted to buy you some chocolate just because.
-He had seen a really nice assorted chocolate in the store for a fair price and knew he had to get it for you.
-V still remembers how brightly your eyes lit up when he handed you the box of chocolate.
-You immediately opened it and stared in mouth-watering awe at the sweets.
-You set it down and gave V the biggest hug, lots of kisses, and a million thank yous.
-Of course, right after you let go of him, you turned and picked up the box, carefully selecting your first piece and popping it into your mouth. It melted smoothly in your mouth and you sighed in pleasure.
-“They’re delicious, Jihyun,” you talked muffled through a mouthful of chocolate.
-V smiled fondly. “I’m glad to hear that, love.”
-Later that night, as he was straightening up, he found the box that used to have the chocolates inside now empty in the trash.
-How do you eat that much chocolate without getting sick?!
-“L-love, did you finish this off already?”
-Your face turned hot as you saw V gesturing to the empty box.
-“Yeah… I tried to save some for later, I really did! I just… really like chocolate, and those were so good!”
-V chuckled. “I wasn’t upset, don’t worry. You should’ve told me you liked chocolate that much. I would’ve given you some sooner.”
-He gave you a kiss on your forehead. “It’s not very good for you, but as long as you’re not eating it all the time, I could buy you some every now and then.”
-You gasped. “Really?!”
-Your smile was too cute to say no to.

-He wasn’t necessarily snooping around your stuff… okay, he kind of was.
-Jumin came across a sketchbook laying on the coffee table by a few of your other things.
-He was curious. Yes, he felt a bit guilty for invading your privacy, but he was so curious.
-Carefully, he picked up the sketchbook and gently opened the cover.
-Jumin found himself thumbing through all the pages, stopping and admiring every single drawing, even warm-ups or sketches you abandoned.
-There were so many drawings. How has he not caught you drawing before?
-When you came home later that day, he actually asked you about it.
-“_____, you never told me you liked to draw.”
-You were visibly embarrassed and quickly accused him of looking through your private stuff, to which he shrugged and said you probably shouldn’t leave your “private stuff” in plain sight.
-“Do you have any more?”
-You stopped. “…You want to see more?”
-“Yes, of course. You’re extremely talented; I’d say the most talented I’ve seen.”
-Now you’re embarrassed for another reason.
-But, you do show him all of your sketchbooks and art. Trust me, there’s a ton.
-Jumin spends hours looking through every single book. He’s simply entranced at how flawless the drawings are. And you can make these masterpieces with little more than paper and your own creativity?
-He’s so proud of you.
-He’ll still be a nerd and ask if he can hang some on the fridge though lolololololol

Out of Focus

Sometimes, Jeremy can’t wait until bedtime to get handsy. Sometimes, you just want to be a distraction while he streams.

Wordcount || Warnings: 4674 || smut, food mention, dirty talk, a joke about The Church, swearing, D/s

A/N: @mandywritesrtthings is just as thirsty for Jeremy content as I am, so I wrote some shameless smut for her. You know, as friends do. XD

Jeremy gets home late from work, and he’s due to start streaming soon after. You know these things, just like you know what you’re wearing, but the thoughts have escaped you because you’re having fun leaning on the back of the couch and using a laser pointer to play with the cats. You’re focused on leading Europa further and further up the wall, trying to get her to touch all four paws to the ceiling when you feel your husband’s hands grab hold of your hips and give you a little shake from side to side.

“God, look at that ass sway. You can’t just lean over wearing such a skimpy pair of boyshorts, and definitely not the lacy orange ones. You’ll give me a fuckin’ heart attack.” His voice is low, rough. You can hear all the screaming he did that afternoon in his voice, and you can hear how hungry he is.

“I had meant to put pants on, got distracted.” You drop the cat toy to the couch cushion below your hands and the cats go on their merry way, beyond giving Jeremy a nuzzle.

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Date Night In

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words:  958
Requested by Anonymous:  Could I please get a DeanxReader where he asks the reader on a date but knows she is uncomfortable with going out so he plans a whole date where they stay in and he cooks for her and they slow dance and the reader cries happy tears because of how special Dean makes her feel?

A/N: Do NOT post my writing on any other site. Do NOT take credit for my work. Do NOT copy and paste.
A/N: Reblogs are perfectly fine…because that’s still giving me credit for the work I did.
A/N: If you want tagged, send me an ask.

          Dean had asked you out on a date. You were thrilled. The two of you had been dating for almost two years and it wasn’t often that you really got to go on a date. There was only one problem. Going out was not something you particularly enjoyed. You just weren’t comfortable going out in public like that.

           But you loved Dean and you were going to go out with him. You didn’t have to pay attention to anyone except for him. That’s what you had to keep telling yourself as you got ready.

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~So this is a Kozik origin story, song fic. Trigger warning- Drug abuse and Death.

Here’s the song- ~

Merry, merry, merry go round

I don’t want to see you down

I don’t want to see you frown

Merry go round…


Summer day

Bobby and this girl would wake up every summer day

This boy and girl had nothing, they were runaways

Kozik POV

The sun came pouring in through the window. I groaned and wrapped my arm around you tighter. I buried my head into your hair to block out the sun. I felt and heard you giggle as my breath tickled your neck. I smiled and kissed it softly.

“Mmm you awake, baby?” You asked.

“No,” I shushed you softly. “I’m sleeping…” I felt you try to wiggle out of my arms and I held you tighter. You let out a frustrated sigh after a bit of trying. I chuckled and bit you softly. You let out a moan and smacked my arm.

“Don’t do that! Jackass…”  You grumbled. I put my head on your shoulder and kissed your cheek softly.

“I’m sorry beautiful. You’re just so damn delicious.” I told you and you giggled and playfully glared at me.

“You’re so fucking cheesy.” You told me.

“Yeah but you love it.” I said.

“Yes I do and I love you.” You said.

“I love you too.” I turned your face towards me and gave you a slow, hard kiss. You kissed back with as much love and adoration as I was putting into it. I ended the kiss with a soft bite to your bottom lip. You let out a shaky breath and opened your eyes to look at me.

“I’m going to marry you.” I said in a whisper. I hadn’t meant to say it but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. I loved you more then anything, I had since our first day of high school, when we met.

“How about we get married when we both have stable jobs and we don’t live in our car anymore?” You suggested. I looked around the trunk of our car that we were currently laying in and nodded.

“Deal, I’m going to get a job and take care of us. I promise, Y/N Kozik.” I kissed you and then started getting ready for the day.

So in love that now all they wanted was pain and so it came

Never had a silver spoon present in the past

Now at last, the spoon is present and so the boy wet it

Told her bring him a slab, a cotton swab, and a match

And told her one day they’ll fly across the world and have a wedding

Like “baby I have a plan, come with me to this place

Baby give me your hand, now flip it give me a vein

Baby take off your belt, we’ll use it as a restraint”

She sees that it starts to melt, he reaches inside a case

Fills the needle with food, flicks the needle with haste

Brings the needle to her, she isn’t right in the face

The boy can tell that she’s scared, he says “I love you, okay?”

Then shoves it into her arm and says “how the fuck does that taste baby?!”

Kozik POV

A couple of days after promising to marry you, I had met some guys who offered me a job. Which wasn’t a bad thing, the downside of it though was it was a job selling heroin. Within the first week of selling I had managed to make enough money to rent us a house. You were so excited when I told you that, I couldn’t bring myself to tell you what I was doing for a job yet.

You were out looking for a job while I was out dealing. After selling, the guys I started dealing for offered me a couple of ounces to go with my payment. Curious about the stuff that I was dealing, I took it. When I got home you weren’t home yet so grabbed one of your belts and loaded some into my arm.

I kept it hidden from you for the next week and a half. You started picking up on the fact that I was hiding something though. You kept pressuring me about it and finally I couldn’t keep it from you anymore.

“Baby please just tell me what’s happening!” You sighed.

“I can’t, okay? Just leave it at that!” I raised my voice slightly.

“Are you cheating on me?” You whispered like you were afraid of your own voice. That made me pause. I never wanted you to think that. I couldn’t even think of anyone else, you were everything to me. I was never going to love anyone else.

“Fuck no! Never, baby.” I sighed and put a hand on your cheek and lifted your face so you were looking in my eyes. “You aren’t going to like what I’m going to tell you.”

“I love you and nothing will change that, Koz.” You said and kissed the palm of my hand softly. I took a deep breath.

“I’m selling heroin…” I told you. “I’ve also been using it.” I waited for your reaction. You looked confused for a second before your mouth opened slightly as it clicked.

“Oh.” You said.

“Oh?” I asked, trying to prompt more out of you.

“Is that why you were able to afford this place so soon?” You asked. I nodded. You bit your lip and thought about everything. “Are you in any danger?”

“Some but it’s worth it. If I can give you everything we’ve ever wanted then it’s all worth it. I’ll make enough money and we can buy a house and I’ll take you to England and we’ll get married. You’ve always wanted to go there.”  I told her.

“Just be safe, we can’t get married if you die on me.” You said. I smiled and kissed you softly.

“You want to try some baby?” I asked.

“Heroin?” You asked.

“Yeah, come on baby it’s a rush! Trust me.” I took your hand softly and lead you to the kitchen. “Take off your belt baby, I’ll use it as a restraint.” You took it off and handed it to me. I flipped your hand and tied the belt to the upper part of your arm. I sat you down in the chair and prepared the needle. When it was ready I flicked it and looked down at you. Nervousness was written clear as day on your face. I kissed you softly and tried to put as much comfort as I could behind it. I pulled back and looked you in the eyes. “I love you, okay?”

“I love you too.” You said and smiled softly at me. I found your vein fast and shoved the needle in. I watched as your eyes started to glaze over and smiled.

“How the fuck does that taste, baby?”


Merry, merry, merry go round

I don’t want to see you down

I don’t want to see you frown

Merry go round…

Merry, merry, merry go round

I don’t want to see you down

I don’t want to see you frown

Merry, merry, merry go round

See Bobby had joined the army

Been gone for a couple months

she did anything for that feeling

But then she started that feeling, early morning she’s kneelin’

In front of the toilet look at her belly there’s no concealing

That she’s expecting a child

This woman is living foul

She’s only 20 years old

And hardly can even smile

Reader’s POV

Kozik had joined the marines a couple months ago. Cops were busting down on dealing so Kozik figured it would be a steady paycheck until things calmed down and then he would come back to deal again. When he left so did the free heroin he was bringing into the house.

The little stash that we had only lasted a week and then I started buying from the dealers that he was working for. I started stealing money and selling anything that I could to buy more and more. The more I bought, the more I needed. Everything hurt when I stopped using, especially the pain of Kozik being away.

I was so wrapped up in needing hit after hit that I didn’t even notice that my stomach was growing, not until I went to go load up and had the overwhelming urge to throw up. I rushed to the bathroom and knelt in front of the toilet just in time before I threw up. Once my stomach was empty I looked down and took in the growing bump.

I stood up slowly and rinsed my mouth off before looking in the mirror. My skin was covered with sweat and my hair was a mess. My eyes were bloodshot and had bags under them. My hands started to shake and my eyes filled with tears. I let out an angry scream and punched the mirror. Glass flew everywhere and blood started pouring down my hand. I barely paid any attention to it as I walked out and loaded up.

Ultrasound shows a baby that’s barely over a pound

Sold everything in her house just trying to score an ounce

News of her baby’s father was that he died in the war

Now that syringe is all that keeps her alive anymore

No mattress, so her and her child dyin’ on the floor

As a letter’s at the door reading:

“I’ll be home tomorrow. love, Bobby”

Reader’s POV

I went to the clinic just to see if I really was pregnant. When the ultrasound showed my baby, I began to cry. Kozik should be here for this, I shouldn’t be using, this whole situation should be different. I left the clinic and went back home even more depressed than before. I tried to stop for my baby, for Kozik. I managed to make some progress even with the withdrawal hitting me so hard I thought that I was dying.

That was until Kozik’s brother came to visit me. I had managed to clean the house up before he came. I made it like it was before I started using. He had knocked on the door and I opened it. I hadn’t seen him since Kozik and I took off when we were 17 so my eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Can I come in?” He asked. He looked nervous and I nodded. He came in and he took notice of my growing belly. “That’s… are you..?”

“Yeah I am.” I confirmed.

“Is it…?” He started.

“Your brother’s? Yes.” I nodded. He nodded and avoided my eyes.

“Not to be rude but why the hell are you here?” I asked. He took in a deep breath and then looked me in the eyes.

“Herman’s dead, Y/N.” He said. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. I looked to the ground, my head swirling.  

“W…What?” I asked. My breathing came faster and I looked at him, desperately hoping that this was a joke.

“Something happened and his ship blew up.” He told me and placed his hand on my shoulder to try and comfort me. I jerked away from him, harshly.

“Get out…” I whispered harshly.

“Look, I know how you feel. I loved my brother.” He said. I didn’t want to hear it though.

“Get out!” I screamed at him. He seemed to take the hint this time and went to the door fast.

“If you or the baby need anything let me know.” He said before leaving the house. Once he was gone, I ran to my room. I found my stash and quickly set up. Just before I stuck the needle in the sobs racked my body. Days went by and I couldn’t get the heroin fast enough. The only time I felt like I could breathe was when I was high. I sold everything that I could to get more money to buy. I couldn’t even keep track of how much I was using just that I kept adding more and more to each hit. The last hit I took three needles at once and passed out on the floor. I didn’t check the mail before that, so I didn’t know about the letter in the mailbox that Kozik had sent saying he’d be back tomorrow.


Merry, merry, merry go round

I don’t want to see you down

I don’t want to see you frown

Merry go round…

Merry, merry, merry go round

I don’t want to see you down

I don’t want to see you frown

Merry, merry, merry go round

Knockin’ at the door but doesn’t get an answer

Bobby’s nervous, his heart starts to beat faster

He hasn’t talked to his girl in so long

She sold his phone for a hit, damn how he wish that he could hear her laughter

But his drug hit her like a cancer

And he forgot ‘cause he had left and cleaned his act up

Passenger seat in his Acura got a picture of ‘em kissing

Under the words “happily ever after”

Kozik’s POV

I came up to the house that I hadn’t seen in months. I nervously ran a hand through my hair and looked at the picture I kept in my car. It was us sitting in the trunk of it during the time we were staying at the beach. A random tourist had a polaroid camera and asked if we wanted a picture. We had said sure and I kissed you while she was taking it.

Above the picture of us was “happily ever after” written in your handwriting. I smiled and ran a finger over the picture. I set it down in the passenger seat and got out of the car. I walked up to the house and knocked. When you didn’t answer after a couple minutes, I knocked again.

I hadn’t talked to you for a while. The phone I had left with you went out of service a while back. I figured you were still upset with me and started writing letters to you. I looked at the full mailbox and started to panic. I kicked the door in and ran inside.

He walks into the house, it’s a fuckin’ disaster

Every step he takes his shoe crushes a capsule

Holds his breath, he knows what he smells isn’t natural

Looks down, it’s the body of the queen of his castle

“Baby please, baby please!!!”

“Wake up!!!”

He screams on his knees and he sees her hands around her stomach

Inside was a child

And realizes it was his…

Kozik’s POV

The house was bare except for the bottles of alcohol and the capsules that littered the floor. I gagged as the smell hit me, full force. I put my shirt up over my nose and kept walking through the house.

“Baby?” I called for you. I made my way to our room and opened the door. My whole body froze as I saw your hand laying on the floor. I followed it to the rest of your body and my stomach lurched painfully as I noticed how still you were.

“Baby please, baby please!!! Wake up!!!” I rushed to your side and shook you lightly. I kept begging you to wake up as I shook you

“Fuck! Baby! Come on!” I let out a sob as my hands touched your cold cheek and I looked down from your face to see your other hand curled around your stomach. It was a lot bigger then I remembered. I touched it lightly and it suddenly clicked that you were pregnant. I let out a loud and painful scream of anguish that echoed through the empty house.

‘cause a facade made a girl give her love away

But those were Bobby’s consequences that he had to pay

Love is pain

Kozik’s POV

I pulled your cold body close to mine and kissed your forehead softly. I just kept mumbling how sorry I was and how much I loved you as I rocked back and forth slightly.

“It should’ve been me… I started this… I did this to you. I’m sorry baby, forgive me…” I whispered as I pulled the engagement ring I had gotten you out of my pocket and slipped it onto your ring finger. “I love you.” I kissed the knuckle above it lightly and pulled you closer as I sobbed harder than I ever have in my life. I had lost my whole world and it was because of my own stupidity.


Merry, merry, merry go round

I don’t want to see you down

I don’t want to see you frown

Merry go round…

Merry, merry, merry go round

I don’t want to see you down

I don’t want to see you frown

Merry, merry, merry go round

~Thanks to @juiceboxxortiz for editing! @codenamekaraortiz, @dolphingoddess81~