youre allowed to cry

[On seeing himself as Captain America for the first time]: Terrifying. I think the first time I saw it was back when I was still pretty insecure and a little apprehensive about taking the role. So it was a real dichotomy. There was simultaneous joy, but at the same time, a deep fear. That’s eroded over time, and now it’s very familiar. It feels very comfortable. It feels great now, and damn, if I had said no, I would have been the biggest fool on the planet. 

Most Beautiful: Jon Snow X Reader

And this one is dedicated to the famous and beautiful @restlessanawake who is really awesome! Go check them out! They were a massive help to me in setting up this blog. Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Pregnancy. Labor. Fluff overload ;)  One sex joke With him and the whole Stark clan, This is post White Walker War were all is good and Jon knows his parentage, but still goes by Jon Stark, or I guess goes at last. Things are almost too happy. But fear not no one dies.. Well…..Meh

Originally posted by gameofthronefannn

Originally posted by thatfunnyweirdindiechick

“Time to get up love.”

You groaned, pushing away the arms that were attempting to shake you awake and moved closer to the other side of the bed. “Jon.. Lemme sleep. Little Mister Stark would not stop kicking last night. I am surprised you couldn’t feel it actually.” You smirked and opened your eyes, hearing his laughter and he carefully turned you around as he echoed your smirk.

“I told you, my love. It will be a she.” You gave him judging eyes and he rolled his own gray ones, “Even our  Lady Sisters and Lady Aunt is on my side. As is Tyrion.”

“Well while that may be true, Bran is on my side and he has the sight.” She winked while forcing herself to stand slowly. “Speaking of your Aunt and Sister, when will the royal Queen and the Hand be visiting?”

He smiled, standing up so that he could help you while he continued, “Sansa and Tyrion promised to be here by nightfall, but you know the Queen. She said she would be here a fortnight ago… She will do her best to make it for the labor. And Arya, of course, must guard the Queen being the head of the Queen’s Guard.”

Your nine-months were up  and being a Stark, family was essential for all things. Holidays. Name-Days. Weddings. And pregnancies.

As though the stress of almost delivering a child was not enough, the anxiety that holding off the labor until everyone was present was madness. Jon, being around you enough, could tell.

“Fret not, Y/N.” He smiled, pressing his forehead yours and wrapping a robe dress around you for the day and kissed your nose, “They will be here. And now, we must break fast.”

No surprise to the couple, Bran was already down stairs, his plate full as he was working on his sister’s-in-law. Seeing them he stopped and blushed, wheeling towards the two slowly as Jon embraced his brother with a hearty laugh.

Brandon Stark was decreed Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King of the North, so the three of you were practically inseparable.

“How is the Lord Snow this morning, Y/N?” Bran smiled, wheeling towards her and placing his hands on her belly as Jon sat. “He get you any rest?”

“None.” Jon sighed from across the room, “She was kicking all night.”

This caused both you and Bran to laugh and Bran to say a small, “We shall see.” As the three of you began to eat your food.


A grand feast was the result of Lady Sansa and Lord Tyrion’s arrive, Jon and the imp drinking away while you, Sansa, and Bran sat across the hall, discussing matters of getting Bran married.

“What about the Mormont girl?” You suggested, “She supposedly has the beauty and wits of the Tyrell’s but the strength of her father’s name.”

“The Queens bastard?” Sansa raised her eyebrows, “She is an adventurous girl. Young though, don’t you think?”

Your sister in law had not left you alone since she arrived, her hand barely leaving your belly.

“Besides. I think our Bran has his eyes on the head of House Reed. Lady Meera, is it not?”

With the words of her name, Bran blushed and brushed it off, “Have you and Jon thought of a name?”

You nodded, “Well since he will not listen to me about the gender, I decided Eddard Robb will have to do.” Bran nodded, a bright grin taking away the blush on your face. Sansa gasped.

“I hate to agree with my Lord brother, I do believe that your babe is a girl.” She winked at you causing both of you to laugh as Jon and Tyrion came towards you guys, handing drinks to Bran and Sansa.

Jon broke the laughter, snaking an arm around your waist to your belly as he looked at Sansa and Tyrion, “When are you and the Hand planning to have children, sister?”

Sansa’s face fell and she set down her goblet, Tyrion taking her hand. “We are waiting.” Silence fell between them as they knew what he meant before Tyrion broke it, winking at the youngest Stark,  “We would like to see little Bran wed to the Reed girl first.” Bran blushed as everyone laughed mutter a small no stop as Jon kissed your cheek, then moved to your ear, his beard tickling her cheek.

“Bet it will happen by years end?”

“Please, by months end!” You smirked and he pepper kisses everywhere on your face, causing you to laugh.

“This is why I love you” He smiled.


A few days had passed and you were still waiting on Dany and Arya. Maesters had demanded you bedridden, fearing labor would come any moment though nothing came for a week. Deciding this and seeing your husbands nerves at an all time high, you had forced him to go on a hunt with Tyrion and Bran, promising that Sansa and a hand maiden be at your side.

“I just want you out lil lord.” You groaned, rubbing sleet off your eyes as you had not gotten proper sleep in several days,(basically since Jon left, your baby had been especially persistent in moving all night) “Stop being so feisty like your father and his family.” You smirked at Sansa who laughed. “Where do you the Queen and her personal guard are?”

“You know Daenerys. “ She smiled sadly, rubbing your belly, “And Arya. Stubborn as mules those two.”

“Aye. That is one way to put it.”

Silence fell as you were both occupied as the baby leapt and kicked about the in your belly causing you to hum in attempt to calm him. When at last he stopped, you sighed and Sansa smiled, but only for a moment when you felt something wet between your legs.

Cursing, you looked at Sansa whose eyes twinkled.

“Do you think-”

“Sansa…” You bit your lip to stop you from swearing again, “Get Ghost. He will get Jon. And get the Hand Maiden… Hurry… Please…”

She ran, laughing gleefully and picking up her skirts hollering, “IT’S TIME! THE HEIR TO THE NORTH IS ON THE WAY!” And within minutes, servants came rushing in, dabbing your forehead with a cloth and offering you food and wine as others spread your legs open. All the while all you could do was scream bloody murder.

“I just want my husband!” You whined, “Gods!” You closed eyes and bit your lip to try to and stop tears from falling out of your eyes.

Then you felt the tickle of a beard on your chin and allowed yourself to cry tears of happiness and the man kissed your cheek and slowly wiped your tears away.

“Hush now love. You need to start pushing.”

“I-I-I-I can’t.”

“Yes you can.” He grabbed both her hands and brought them to her lips,”You are strong.. You can do this… I believe in you… Ready?”

You nodded opening your eyes to meet his dark grey (brown in show) ones.



You opened your eyes to see your family sitting in your room, Bran and Arya making small talk, Sansa talking to Jon on the other side and Tyrion discussing matters with the Queen herself.

“Morning love.” Jon said, moving towards you slowly, a swaddle of blankets in his arms. “You did marvelous love.” He kissed your cheek and helped you sit up, placing the bundle in your arms.

“ Who is this?” You smiled brightly as he moved back to the crib. “I was right, wasn’t I?”

“We were both right.” Jon smirked sitting by you on the bed with another bundle, “Eddard Robb and Catelyn Rose.”

“Twins.” You laughed happily, “Huh. Don’t remember that.”

Sansa laughed, kneeling beside you “Don’t see how you could. You were screaming bloody murder.”

“Honestly Y/N.” Arya piped in, “The Queen and I could hear you from outside.”

“Perhaps we will wait forever to have children, my lord husband.” Sansa added.

“She did have two.” The Queen herself added, “I would never imagine having two back to back.”

“You did have three dragons though, your grace.” You smiled, “Can’t imagine that.”

The Queen smiled, making her way towards you, kneeling beside you and looking down at the babe in your arms, “Dany or Daenerys please.. He is handsome, just like his father, and grandfather.”

“Lemme see!” Bran exclaimed, he rolling and Arya going to Jon. “She has dad’s hair. Mum’s eyes.”

“Opposite for him.” Sansa observed.

“Our perfect family.” She smiled at Jon who kissed her hair, bringing her in, “One boy. One girl. Perfect.”

Jon’s face fell, “What, so we can’t have anymore? Not even try?”

Laughter filled the room in a warm feeling as the world calmly faded to peace and laughter.

Nothing could be better and nothing could break their joy.

Witch Tip

It’s okay to be negative. I keep seeing and hearing other witches say that you have to be positive in order to attract positive things into your life. But sometimes you gotta let those negative feelings out. You need to cry and scream and curse and throw things. Use those energies as a way to bring change into your life. While crying, screaming, and cursing, really allow yourself to feel the strength of your emotions and then release that energy with your intent to bring in something better.

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Twenty-Four

Summary: You finally come to terms with what happened with your mom, and you make the move to Vancouver
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Danneel, JJ, Arrow, Zep, Tom, Shep, Briana
Words: 2.8k
Warnings: angst, emotional hurt/comfort
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

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You’re allowed to want to kill yourself,
but you’re not allowed to do it.
You’re allowed to fight with your mother,
but you’re not allowed to to leave her crying on your bedroom floor.
You’re allowed to miss your ex boyfriend,
but you’re not allowed to say the scars all over your arms are his fault.
You’re allowed hate the girl who almost got you suspended,
but you’re not allowed to tell her that the world would be better off without her.
You’re allowed to stand on the edge of that bridge,
but you’re not allowed to jump.
You’re allowed to be mad at the world,
but you’re not allowed to blame it for the state you’ve put yourself in. 
You’re allowed to be sad,
but you’re not allowed to give up.
Attention (M)

Originally posted by chanyoelparks-deleting

Requested by: @sehuns-bubble-txe

Request: Based on the song Attention by Charlie Puth

References to lyrics are in bold

Genre: Angst/Smut

Member: Sehun


You knew something was wrong, but you didn’t want to say anything about it. You’ve always hated confrontation and had felt awkward when you had to have an important conversation about something. All these years and you haven’t changed.

You had thought that you were getting better with your problem of confrontation, but that didn’t seem to be the case right now. To be fair, you weren’t sure if confrontation was the thing that you were afraid of. Maybe it was that you were more afraid of what the problem actually turned out to be and if you were the cause of it.

You noticed how Sehun started acting indifferent towards you. He just didn’t seem interested in what you had to say, in what you were doing… or you in general.

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The Only Way To Break Through Emotional Blocks 

When you put on a fake smile with the intention of “trying to be positive” you’re ignoring your true feelings. Caging our emotions and repressing them causes them to manifest over time in poor mental and physical health - this is because emotions are energy in motion and you can never destroy the energy, it must find a way to be expressed.

Ignoring our emotions will cause them to manifest in other ways - for example if you repress your feelings of resentment toward someone in your life you may find yourself lashing out at those who don’t deserve it. Similarly if you’re ignoring a deep sadness it may express itself in situations that usually wouldn’t bring you to tears.

Observing our own behaviour can reveal a great deal about who we really are and what we’re struggling with internally. If you are expressing a lot of anger towards everyone in your life - this anger is coming from a deep-seated sadness that was not expressed or went unresolved.

Emotions are fluid, they will find a way to move through you - regardless of how much you try to obstruct their flow. Just like if you try and hold water in your hands, it will eventually drain through the gaps in between your fingers. We must learn to accept & embrace our feelings because they are our inner guidance system that guides us toward what we love and away from what doesn’t serve us.

Many of us who are finding out about the law of attraction are being led to believe that expressing negative emotions will attract more negative situations to us as a result. On the contrary - ignoring the negative emotions is what will result in more negativity showing up in our lives. 

Expressing our emotions is surrendering to what is - rather than trying to resist it and this is how we break through emotional blocks. Sit with your uncomfortable feelings and allow them to flow through you - cry, laugh, shout, scream - express the emotion and you will be free of it’s hold on you.

Emotions are energy in motion - they always find a way to be expressed.

Peace & positive vibes.

Perfect Family [Batsis]

@hoodminter requested: “Hello, I absolutely love your imagines. Could you do an imagine where you’re Bruce Wayne’s legitimate daughter and when you were younger you would always run up to him and give him a hug when he came back from patrol. as you got older, you grew tired of being his last priority so eventually you start cutting him out of your life and he doesn’t realise until he finds out from one of your brothers that you’re married and have a child”

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1690

TAGS: @kiogenic @i-understand-mon-cher @minchen0897 @mama-aqua @glitter–sparkle-shine @anothertypicalgirl00 @pinkwitch21 @coffee-randomness @angstytodd @aworldwideapart @lovingmytelevision @abbytheninja @ifthisislove-loveiseasy @spacewife @galaxy-jellyfish-queen @femdamian @theamazingrain @batbros-before-hoes @american-assassin-and-superhero @hyp-oh-critical @justpensandpaper @nervouswastelandvoid @kpkarlee


[D/N] = Daughter’s Name
[H/N] = Husband’s Name



A giggle left your lips when you were attacked by your child with a hug. “Woah there sweetie, wouldn’t want to hurt yourself now would you?” you teased, picking her up. “Now, how was my princess’s first day of school?”

“Awesome!” she exclaimed happily, waving to one of her newly-made friends along the way, “My teacher is really nice.”

“Really? He seems very nice.” you noted in agreement, “Did you get into trouble?” When your daughter shook her head, you were satisfied. You helped her into the car seat seat then drove off home.

“When is daddy coming home?” [D/N] asked curiously, clearly missing her father. You smiled at her through the rearview mirror.

“He’s coming home tonight honey.” Your smile widened when your daughter’s face lit up.

“Really?!” she gasped, moving excitedly in her seat.

“Really.” you confirmed with a nod, “That means we’ll have a big dinner to welcome him home.”

As soon as you reached your house, you allowed [D/N] to play while you worked on that dinner you told her your family would have. You made sure to make your husband’s favorite, knowing that he would be exhausted. The thought of seeing his face when he walked in the door made you grin to yourself.

The day flew by in a blink of an eye and you hadn’t notice until you heard the door open and close, followed by your daughter’s excited squeal and your husband’s voice which you missed so dearly.

“Mommy! Daddy’s home!” [D/N] shouted which was accompanied by a series of loud steps and you knew that your husband was going to get tackled by a very active child.

“Hey [D/N], I missed you.” [H/N] said, giving your daughter kisses all over her face. “How was my princess’s first day of school?”

“Fun! I made friends.” she informed, “You should’ve been there.”

“I know honey, I know,” he said sadly, “but daddy had to work. I’m sorry, I tried to get home as soon as possible.” You heard your daughter ‘hmph’ but her resolve was never strong when it came to her dad.

“I know I can’t possibly make up for missing your first day, but… guess what I got you from Japan?” your husband asked cheekily.

“What? Daddy, what?!” [D/N] demanded. You finished setting up the dinner table and decided to finally go see your husband. You got there just in time to see him giving [D/N] a Snorlax plushie which made her ecstatic. You leaned against the doorframe and took a moment to take in the sight of your family.

Your small, perfect family.

You caught sight of your husband’s eyes and it was like a switch. Love, specially reserved for you, filled them in a heartbeat. “Excuse me princess,” he told your daughter, “but I think mommy deserves some kisses too.” You laughed as he slipped behind his daughter and quickly ran to you, planting a loving kiss on your lips when he made it.

“I missed you.” you whispered. As a humanitarian, your husband often flew to other countries for work. You knew he loved his work and you loved him for it, but he always rushed home because what he loved more than work was his family, especially his little girl.

“I miss you too love.” he responded, kissing your nose.

“Ewww.” [D/N] complained, making you laugh some more.

“Okay prince charming, dinner’s going to get cold.” you warned, ushering them into the dining room. You had just sat down when the doorbell rang.

“Were we… expecting a guest?” [H/N] inquired with a frown.

“No… we weren’t.” you murmured, getting up to see who it was. You opened the door cautiously and your eyes widened at the sight that greeted you.


“[F/N]… it’s… been a while…” your father, the one and only Bruce Wayne, said with a slight smile.

“It has.” you agreed, but made no attempts to let him in. “It’s late, why are you here?”

Bruce glanced at his feet nervously before answering, “just wanted to see how my daughter was doing.”

“Love, who is it?” [H/N] called, walking into the hallway, but he froze when he saw you with your father. “Oh…” You turned around to glance at [H/N], flashing a gaze that plainly said ‘help me’ and you expected him to help you, but instead, your husband said, “we’re having dinner, why don’t you come in Mr Wayne?”

You sent your husband a look which he returned with that shit-eating smile that made you fall for him.

“Oh… will you be okay with that, [F/N]?” Bruce questioned, knowing fully well of your hostility. You kept staring at your husband, who was pleading for you to let your father in, when you sighed in defeat.

“Yeah,” you muttered reluctantly, “yeah I’m okay with it.”

You stepped aside and allowed your father into your home and your husband, being… your husband, greeted Bruce wholeheartedly.

“It’s an honor to meet you Mr Wayne, I’m [H/N]… [F/N]’s… uh… husband.” [H/N] extended his hand for a handshake which Bruce returned.

“Call me Bruce.” your father stated. [H/N] led Bruce into the dining room and you followed behind while also trying to muster up the courage to sit through a dinner with the father you hadn’t seen face-to-face in five years.

“Daddy, who’s that?” [D/N] asked, staring at Bruce. Your husband ruffled your daughter’s hair affectionately.

“That is your grandpa.” he answered.

“I thought I already had a grandpa.” she said, referring to your husband’s father.

“This is your other grandpa sweetie.” you said quietly. “Dad… this is [D/N], my daughter.”

And after you took a seat, the dinner began.

Your husband’s voice was faint from your position on the couch downstairs. As he was reading bedtime stories to your daughter, you sat in front of your father.

Bruce Wayne had changed over the years. You had always seen him in the media, in magazines and newspapers, but seeing him in person made you realize how much he had aged. He wasn’t young anymore yet he still had a certain strength to him.

“Your daughter looks just like you when you were her age.” he started, his eyes conveying his sadness and regret.

“I didn’t think you’d remember what I looked like.” you responded coldly. “You were always too busy.”

“I know,” Bruce admitted, “and I’m sorry.”

“You’re half a decade too late dad.” you said harshly. “When did you notice that I never visited, that I never called or even tried to communicate with you? When did you notice that I wasn’t there anymore? And when did you realize I had my own family?”

Bruce hesitated to answer which was already enough information for you. “I… Dick told me a month ago…”

You shook your head in disappointment. “And you didn’t even notice before that…”

“I’m sorry [F/N],” Bruce apologized, “I know I disappointed you.”

“Yeah, you did.” you agreed, but when you saw how genuinely miserable your father looked, you calmed down, but that didn’t mean you were through. You were far from through. “You know, I loved you, dad. I loved you so much. I used to… wait for you to come home every night and hug you and I refused to sleep until I get to do so.” A smile ghosted your father’s face as he recalled the memories. “I loved you with all my heart, but you never loved me with all of yours.”

Bruce nodded, accepting your statements as they were true. He didn’t love you enough and he regretted that. All he wished was to be able to turn back time so you were given the love that you deserved.

“I know that I missed your life.” he whispered, “your first concert, your high school graduation, your college graduation and… even your wedding and your child, which I didn’t even know about… I missed so much.” He reached out to hold your hands. “And I know that I can’t do anything to change that. It may seem like a lie coming from me, but I do want to be part of your life, and I understand if it’s a little late but I’d rather start late than not start at all.”

You stayed silent through his entire speech. “What I’m asking you, really, is… give your old man another chance [F/N].” Bruce continued, “I may be the world’s worst father but I still want to be a father.”

You let out a small laugh but the tears in your eyes betrayed the expression you were trying to give off. “You know… you had your entire life to prove yourself and you didn’t. I forgave you time and time and time again and for what?” A few tears fell. “Empty seats at every important moment in my life. Being brushed off when I greet you every time you come back. Being cast aside for my other more talented siblings. I hated that feeling, that feeling of being completely nothing to my own dad. I hated it! So no, I don’t want to give you another chance!”

Bruce nodded sadly. “I understand–”

“But no matter how much I don’t want to give you that chance…” you continued, “a bigger part of me still wants you in my life…” you wiped your eyes as tears began to cascade down your cheeks, “because in the end, I’m still a girl who loves her dad with all her heart, and I can’t bear to lose my dad.”

Your father brought you into his arms and allowed you to cry on his shoulder but the very action only caused you to cry harder because you couldn’t recall a time where he embraced you like this. You felt him kiss your head and stroke your hair like he should’ve done years ago.

And you never wanted to ever let go. You loved that feeling, for it was a feeling that for the first time, your father loved you with all his heart and he wasn’t letting go.

In Time: Dean x Reader Soulmate AU

In Time: Dean x Reader Soulmate AU
Rating: T
Warnings: Talk of Suicide. 
Word Count: 1640

AN:  So I had this rolling around in my head when I was looking soulmate AU prompts.  I hope you like it.  If you would please leave feedback, I would greatly appreciate it!   For @imgoldielikehawn, cause she’s awesome and so supportive!  Thanks girl!  Let me know if you want to be tagged! Also thank you so much for 400 hundred followers! Ekkkkk. I’m so excited.

“No matter where I went, I always knew my way back to you. You are my compass star.” - Diana Peterfreund

“Ahh. Come on Mom!  It’s obvious that they aren’t real feds!”  You cried as you looked down on your mom and two strange men.  One was a tall brunette and the other was a dirty blonde with a cock in his walk.  It made you question your mother’s sanity as she sat clutching as kleenex to her nose.  She was talking to them about the night that you had passed away six months ago.  

For the first few months of your limbo, you had been in complete shock.  You had died young.  You had just celebrated your twenty-fifth birthday a few weeks before your death. The police had told your mother that you had shot yourself, but she never believed them.  You also didn’t think that it had sounded right.  Why would you have done something like that?  You had always been happy.  Your life was simple and happy.

You pressed your lips together as you listened more intently to the conversation from your perch on top of the stair well.  Your mother handed the dirty blonde man a picture as she spoke about told them more about you.

“She was happy.  Always happy.  She had dreams.  She wanted to be an author…  She wanted to get married and have a family…” She said before stopping in the middle of her thoughts.

You swallowed back tears as she started to cry softly.  Lifting  yourself up from the top of the stairs, you patted your way to stand behind her.  Reaching out, you desperately tried to touch her shoulder.  Your hand passed right through her and you frowned.   You just wanted her to be happy.  

“Come on mom.  Please don’t cry….”  You muttered as you allowed your hand to hover over her head.  “I’m okay.  I promise.”  

Though that promised was most likely empty.  The only thing you could think to call yourself was stuck.  Stuck in a world were you no longer belonged.  The sudden movement from across the table caught your eye.  The man your mother had given the picture to was swatting his partner in the arm.  He was also looking straight at you.  Turning to look over your shoulder, you found nothing but the empty kitchen. You turned back slowly towards him.  That’s when he locked eyes with you, and you flinched backwards when he did.  

He could see you?

You watched as his partner finally looked up.  He looked right passed you and into the adjoining room.  You blinked rapidly as the blonde man jabbed his finger in your direction.  The brunette gave him a bewildered look and turned his attention back to your mother.  

“We really are sorry for your loss ma’ma.  She was a beautiful young lady.”  The brunette said as he reached out and patted your mother’s hand.  You smiled at the exchanged and couldn’t help but feel he was a nice guy.  The blonde man still hadn’t stopped looking at you.  You turned your attention to him and wondered why he could see you.  No one else seemed to have the ability.  You motioned for him to meet you upstairs.  You wanted to talk to him.   

He looked confused for a second, but caught on when you mouthed ‘upstairs’.  You then turned and bounded up to your old room.

“Ma’am, would it be alright if I checked out her bedroom?  That is where you found her correct?”  He asked your mother gently.  Your mother’s eyes rose to his and she nodded.

“Yes, of course Agent Brooks.  It’s the third door on the left upstairs.”  She sniffed in response.  

“Thank you ma’am.”  He answered as he left the room.    


You sat on your childhood bed and nervously chewed on your lip.  You had been visiting the weekend that your mother had found you.  A bullet in your skull and an empty world for her.  You had been standing in the room watching in panicked horror as she clutched your lifelessness.  You had wonder why there had been no bright light or even hellfire.  Instead, you had been left in a cold emptiness.  As the time had passed, you had become used to not feeling.  As before, in life, you had been full of spirit and dreams.  The manuscript for your first novel had been purchased. You had a little apartment in the city and a lot of great friends.  

Your death didn’t make since, but this man might be a glimmer of hope.  There was a knock at the door and you couldn’t help but feel it was a little silly.  You were a ghost not a teenaged girl.

“Come in?” You said as a question.  A bit of biting sarcasm in your tone.  You watched as the door opened and the blonde man entered.  Your eyes widen at the sudden realization of just how good looking he was. You subconsciously ran your fingers through your hair and almost laughed at yourself when you realized what you were doing.

“Y/N?”  He asked when he stood in front of you.  You noticed he was squinting in the darkness of the room.  You nodded before pointing to the desk lamp beside him.

“Sorry.  I can’t seem to touch solid objects.” You offered as an explanation for the darkness.  The man nodded as he reached over and clicked on the light.   You swallowed when a strange pooling feeling in your stomach fluttered through you when you meet his eyes.  You watched as something flickered through him as well.  You took in a deep breath before asking him the question that was burning in the back of your mind.

“Why can you see me?  No else seems to be able to…”  You asked as you pressed your lips together.   The man looked you for a moment before answering.

“To be honest, I am not sure.  Most ghosts I come across are trying to kill someone… Not trying to get them into their bedrooms for a private chat. “  He said with a cocky chuckle.   You squinted at him in confusion.  Was he flirting with you?  

“Are you flirting with a dead girl?” You asked with a cocked eyebrow.  He gave you a look of ‘I guess so’ and a shrug of his shoulders.  This certainly wasn’t the stranger notion about is love life.   Little did you know- he was currently fighting with a much bigger demon.  One that wanted to make him a part of her.

You made a face at him before shaking your head.  This guy was definitely not FBI.

“Who are you?  Cause you’re not an FBI agent.”  You questioned as you smoothed your hair down.  A nervous habit that you had since childhood.   He smiled at your sharp observation.

“Name’s Dean Winchester.  I’m a hunter…”

“Like for big game?”  You ask with a slight laugh.  Dean extended you a look and you gave him a squinty smile back.  “Sorry… Go ahead.”

“Not that kind of a hunter.  I hunt things like well… you…” .

You glowered at him for a moment- you weren’t anything that needed to be hunted.  

You heard him clear his throat as his eyes glanced around from his own awkwardness.

“That didn’t come out right.  What I meant to say is that I hunt supernatural things: werewolves, ghosts, demons, vampires…  All the crap in the movies including some stuff that I wouldn’t want your pretty face to have to believe.”   He said with a undertone of somberness.

You flinched a bit when he called you pretty, but didn’t press it.  What would it do anyway?  You were dead.  Yet, you still didn’t know why he was here…  Unless this was about you, but you had never tried to hurt anyone.

“Are you guys here to like hunt me?  Or something?…”  You asked with confusion in your tone.  

Dean stared at you for a long while.  He had never expected to find you here.  At least not like this.  Most ghosts that had unfinished business turned into revengeful spirits.   There was a lightness about you that made his heart squeeze in his chest. He didn’t understand the feeling, but looking at you like this was making the thought of your death devastatingly personal.

“No, sweetheart.  We are here to figure out what really happen to you.”  He said in a low rumbly voice.   Your eyes widen as you looked straight into his.

“I didn’t kill myself.”  You said with more confidence than you thought you could muster.  Your memories of that time came in waves, but you couldn’t remember anything about what had lead up to that moment.  Nothing added up.

Your eyes were suddenly brought to the door when the brown haired man appeared there.  You watched as he gave Dean an odd look when he spoke to you.

“I know.  There have been a string of cases that similar to your death.  Happy people suddenly….”  He started to say, but stopped in the middle of his statement when the brown haired man interrupted him.

“Dean, who are you talking to?”  

You watched in amusement as Dean jumped before turning around to glared at the other man.

“Don’t do that, Sam!”  He barked.   You giggled lightly when the man he called Sam chuckled.  Dean turned to look at you with a frown.  “And what’s so  funny?”

You shook your head innocently  and covered your giggle.  Sam by this time was staring at his brother like he belonged in an insane asylum.  He could only conclude that his brother had been spending too many late nights researching the darkness or he had finally gone off his rocker.  He walked over and clamped his hand down on his brother’s shoulder.

“Dude.  No one is there.  You really need to get more sleep.”  Sam stated with a worried expression.  Dean’s eyebrows furrowed together and he shot you a look.  Was he seeing things?  Dean frowned deeply at this thought, but shook his head.  There was something more than a few sleepless nights going on here.  He knew that it was you that he was seeing, but the question was…  Why only him?

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Ignorance || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Angst/Fluff

It was around this time that things starting getting hectic in both of your lives. It was already hard enough, but with the added pressures of tours coming up and not being able to spend time together, you wondered if they two of you ever really would see each other again. There were some days you would wake up and it would feel as if there was no way you would ever see the smile you used to when you snuck out for midnight coffee.

Calling and texting didn’t work, as he just managed to ignore all of it. He would either send you to voicemail or leave you on read, and you weren’t sure what you had done to deserve the cold aura he was providing. You weren’t sure if it was because of the fact that the both of you were getting ready to leave the country again, but it had been happening for longer than before that.

Your time to catch him had finally come, as you were meeting backstage at a music showcase that both of you were performing on. You were going to make sure you caught him before he could escape on stage, and as the lights came down around you, the last note exiting your lips, the only thing your mind turned to was Jungkook, and how you were going to confront him about what was happening recently.

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Strawberries » Mark Tuan

Pairing: Chef!Mark X Waitress!Reader

Summary: It was the restaurant's tenth year anniversary, you a waitress had been crushing on the chef in the kitchen who was also your best friend since high school. Mark, he was always so kind and nice to you, but when he catches you eating strawberries something is different about his energy. 

❝You’ve always been a slut haven’t you?❞

❝ Have your tits grown since last time? Fuck they’re so big.

❝ I can’t help it, you make me so horny.

❝ Open your legs princess, I’m hungry.

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Dirty talk, kitchen sex, oral (receiving) Word Count: 

 Word Count: 2.8k

“C'mon spill the beans y/n. You know you want to.” Jackson said sending a wink your way as you poured his glass of wine to half way. You rolled your eyes, quickly glancing around the restaurant before turning back to the group. 

“A year and a half.” You answered sheepish, Youngjae began coughing, BamBam dropping his fork onto his plate while the rest stared at you in shock. 

“How? What? W–” Jackson was cut off when you heard a customer call out from another table. 

“Sorry boys, gotta go.” You said leaving the table and walking towards the other elderly lady as she gestured to her empty glass and you gladly poured some more in to her desired height. 

You glanced towards the double doors that led into the kitchen, watching as they would open and close every time someone would walk through them. You were so caught up you didn’t realise or hear the lady. 

“Excuse me! You’re spilling the wine everywhere!” She complained, you looked down to see the white table cloth slowly turning a red shade and the glass overflowing. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” You apologised, quickly running into the kitchen to grab paper towels and napkins to help clean up a bit. 

“Don’t worry y/n, I got it.” Jisoo said walking out and towards the table. You sighed and began to unbutton your white shirt with red wine stains on it. 

“Y/n? You okay?” You turned your head to your right to see Mark, the chef. Mark was friends with the guys you served out there before. You two had been friends a little longer though. 

“Yeah, I’m just a little messy.” You chuckled, pulling the shirt to close over your chest that was now all sticky. Mark walked over and took off his cooking jacket, handing it to you. He wore a white t-shirt underneath so it was okay. He went back to cooking while you quickly slid off to the fridge. 

Opening it and stepping inside, it was cold so you tried to hurry. Slipping off the shirt when you felt how sticky your skin was. Shit! You thought. He won’t see much of me. You thought before calling out. 

“Mark! Could you come here please?” A few seconds later you heard a small knock on the door and opened it a little just to stick your face through slightly. 

“Could you bring a wet rag please?” You asked as he hurried off to get one before handing it to you and watching your face disappear as you close the door and begin to wipe away the sticky parts over your stomach and breasts. 

You grabbed his chef jacket and slipped it on, doing it up the best you could before stepping out. His jacket was warm, like you were in a warm oven almost. 

“Better?” He asked as you nodded and placed your dirty white blouse in the clothes bin. A basket that you put dirty aprons and rags to be washed later on when closing time comes around. 

Speaking of closing time, you glanced at the clock then out he small window to see customers leaving and Jisoo thanking them for their stay at the front door. You sighed and sat down, not wanting to go out. 

“What’s wrong?” Mark asked walking over and sitting down next to you. Seeing your pouted lips and glossy eyes. 

“Why did you hire me? Was it because I didn’t have a job and needed one or because I was your friend?” You asked and he sighed, placing a hand on your shoulder that caused electricity to shoot through your arm to your toes. 

Your heart rate picking up quickly and thumping in your ears. The tips of the shell of your ears turning a bright red. 

“Neither. I hired you because I like you. You’re cool and handy and help out a lot.” He said and you almost puked at his answer. It was cringy and caused you to scoff at his answer. 

“Aish~its true. Wait here.” He said, walking out of the kitchen quickly. Your stomach began to growl and you couldn’t help but place your hand on it to feel the small vibrations of your stomach crying for food. You weren’t allowed to eat from the stock room or fridge but having something small wouldn’t hurt? 

You crept over to the fridge, eyes on Mark as he was talking to Jisoo by the front door. You ran inside and grabbed some strawberries, stepping out and quickly trying to eat then but enjoy them. You could see Mark start to make his way back towards the kitchen. No time to enjoy then, you quickly downed them before Mark came back. 

“Sorry I had to dismiss Jisoo–” Mark came in and saw you sitting, back up straight and an innocent look on your face while your hands sat in your lap. 

“What did you do?” Mark asked, walking over. Glaring slightly, wondering what you had done or what you were up to. You just shook your head and played innocent. 

“Nothing, I’ve just been waiting for you to come back.” You said smiling slightly, he was now right in front of you. He brought his hand up and grazed the back of his knuckle over your cheek lightly. Before his fingers danced along your lips. He pressed the tip of his finger to your mouth and dragged it along your lower lip. 

You were confused but when he brought his finger tip to his own lips and sucked on it, you knew you were busted. But the sight in front of you caused you to freeze and the only thing you could do was rub your thighs together. 

A throaty groan left his lips as he closed his eyes. Taking in the taste and recognising it instantly. 

“Strawberries? Hmm? That’s interesting. But you do know you’re in trouble right?” He asked and you nodded. Face now red and burning you could swear someone had just hit you across the face. But that wasn’t the case now. 

“I mean there is one way you could get out of this…” he said, and you weren’t sure if it was just you but you swore you saw his eyes darken slightly and his wicked smirk sent shivers down your spine. And then it hit you. 

“No.” You said sternly, you did not want to go back there. It was long ago and a stupid dare. It was your final year in high school, you all were gathered at Youngjae’s place and playing truth or dare when you got dared to sleep with Mark. 

You didn’t want to at first but you had always liked him and saw this as your only way of ever having a chance with him. If you couldn’t date him might as well fuck him. You two remained friends and you all swore you would never speak of it again. Until now at least. 

“What? C'mon y/n, I can tell you want to. You’ve been wanting to date me since high school.” He said and you furrowed your eye brows. 

“How did you–I’m going to fucking kill him.” You growled, Jackson couldn’t keep his mouth shut could he? 

“Why? Can’t you just control yourself until you get home or find some girl?” You asked and he chuckled, backing you up against the counter now as the tip of his nose dragged along the skin on your neck as his eyes flickered up to yours. 

“I can’t help it, you make me so horny.” Your knees went weak at that sentence. Your hands behind you to hold you up to make sure you actually don’t collapse. Why was he doing this? To be fair Mark had never been a player, he had never really had a girlfriend either. 

And maybe sleeping with him one last time could make him finally ask you out. 

“Do I now?” You asked as his face now was only millimetres from yours. His lips ghosting and constantly brushing over yours. As if asking you to kiss him. You lips began to ghost over his neck now, lightly peppering kisses along it. 

His bottom lip disappeared between his teeth as he sucked in a harsh breath and craved his neck back. His Adams apple bobbed as you kissed over it. Tongue slightly grazing over his skin to leave wet kisses. 

“Fuck, you never fail to turn me on.” He breathed, eyes closing as you both just stood there. Her hands now coming up to rest and press down on his shoulders to push herself up and continue kissing his skin. You pulled back and smirked, enjoying yourself and his reaction. 

“You’re think it’s funny to tease? Princess-” he suddenly picked you up and pinned you down to the cold metal counter. Your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he hovered over you. 

“-I’m the fucking king of teasing.” And with that his lips connected with your neck. Kissing, sucking, nibbling in spots to try and create the desired purple circles. Your hands found his hair and began to thread your fingers through his locks, the tugging causing his to grown slightly against your skin. 

You found yourself bucking your hips into his and trying to create some friction. Thank god you finished your period a week ago. You continued to grind yourself against him. The thin material of your black suit pants able to move against the blue jeans he wore. 

The roughness of his material and his boner straining causing your pussy to throb and your arousal begin to soak through your panties. You began helping him undo the button and take off his kitchen jacket, discarding the material to the floor as his lips made their way down to suck at one of the ball of flesh. 

The red lace covering your hardened nipples now joining the jacket on the floor. His hands began to massage the skin, you couldn’t believe this all was still happening. 

“Have your tits grown since last time? Fuck they’re so big.” Your back began to arch as you craved for more of his touch. 

“Please just do something to me. Fuck me. Taste me. Touch me. Do something.” You whined, still grinding your hips into his. His fingers began to fumble with the dress pants button and the zipper. Your pants came off quickly to reveal your matching red underwear. 

He couldn’t help but chuckle as he noticed the wet patch. Fingers pressing against it, your underwear sticking to your wet lips. Fingers slowly moving up and down, along your slit and avoiding your clit. You began to whimper, bucking your hips as you basically begged for him to touch your bundle of nerves. 

You just wanted a release so badly, wanting to cum all over his fingers and tongue. Wanting to cum all over his cock. 

“Mark please…” you finally whined, your high and soft plea caused him to chuckle. Eyes scanning over your body as he watched how your body reacted with his simple touch. 

“What’s that princess?” He asked, placing a finger behind the shell of his ear and pushing it. Acting like he didn’t know what you said but he just wanted to be an ass.  

“Mark just please just touch me.” You practically begged like a four-year-old. 

“Like this?” He asked, fingers now grazing over your clit lightly, the feeling enough to cause your hips to rise and back to arch. 

“Y/n you don’t understand how hard it is for me not to fuck you so hard right now.” He growled, hand slipping underneath your panties and rubbing your clit in slow circles. 

“Don’t stop.” You moaned, hips continuously bucking into nothing as he sat there smirking. 

“You’re different from last time. You’re less vocal.” He said, fingers now gone and your panties pooling at your feet. 

“Lets change that.” He smirked, stepping back and watching you sit up on your elbows and look down at him as he began to get down on his knees. 

“Open your legs princess, I’m hungry.” Your knees were pried apart and his mouth immediately sucked on your clit. Your breath hitching as the sudden action happened. Your hands found his hair and tangled your fingers in it. 

Head now thrown back as loud moans left your mouth and the sounds of his lips sucking away at you echoing throughout the kitchen. 

“Fuck Mark!” You basically yelled when he began to nibble at your clit and slid two fingers into your dripping pussy. The feeling of yourself wrapped around his fingers while he thrusted them in and out of you. Trying to get you to cum. 

“You’ve always been a slut haven’t you?” If Mark said that sentence to you casually you would have back handed him but right now, him using dirty talk to edge you closer only build up the frustration in your stomach. 

You could feel yourself begin to clench around his fingers, your moans grew louder and you began to squirm as he tried to hold you down. 

“Y/n if you keep moving I’ll stop and leave you without an orgasm.” He warned, eyes dark and you could tell he wasn’t kidding around. Not even daring to challenge him to managed to keep your body from moving too much and continued to enjoy the feeling of his tongue and fingers on you. 

“I’m gonna cum, fuck make me cum Mark.” You whined, hips bucking into his mouth more as the last flick of his tongue on your clit was what sent you over the edge. His wet muscle pulling away while his fingers pumped in and out of you to ride out your high. 

Your heavy pants and sweaty forehead was not enough to tell Mark you were fucked out. You weren’t ready to get straight into fucking yet but he didn’t care. He quickly pushed down his own pants, his boxers along with them and thrusted himself in. 

No warning, no teasing, no nothing. Just hard and fast and before you knew it you were clutching onto his shoulders with your legs wrapped around his waist. Enjoying the angle and position but it wasn’t enough and Mark could tell. 

“Fuck, turn around and lean over the table.” He ordered, pulling out and getting off you. Quickly following his order you now mated your body against the cool metal table as he ran his tip through your folds before sliding back in and going back to his pace. 

“Fuck, keep doing that.” He said through gritted teeth with a clenched jaw, you weren’t sure what he meant but picked up on your constant clenching around him. 

“Nice and fucking tight, just like last time.” He hissed, throwing his head back as his high began to approach and you weren’t far behind. The familiar stinging feeling in your stomach growing with each thrust into your g-spot. Your legs began to shake as you got closer and closer to your orgasm. 

Your pussy beginning to pulse against his cock as you basically screamed at the feeling of how hard he was thrusting into you at this point. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna–” the choked groan he let out was what sent you over the edge, now riding out his and your high before both finally coming to a stop. You stood back up straight, legs slightly wobbly as he helped you sit on the cool table. 

All Mark could do was smirk at you, before placing the familiar red heart shaped fruit to your lips. 

“Open.” He demanded and you obliged happily, eyes never straying from his as he slid the piece between your lips and watched as you hit down into it. Taking it all except the part with the green on it. 

“So did you really have a thing for me in high school?” You knew this would come back to haunt you, hence why you were never going to tell the guys anything again. Especially Jackson when they cousins seem to keep their mouths shut. 

“I mean, yeah. Like you were always there for me and all and you were always my ideal type.” You said, looking down at the floor as you began to slowly get dressed. 

“So do you want to go out sometime?” He asked and you met his eyes, searching for the joke but there was none. 

“Define ‘go out.’” You said, adding the quotations with your fingers to high light the key words. He just chuckled and looked at the ground before looking back up and licking is lips. 

“Well, I don’t exactly have the money to take you to some fancy 5-Star restaurant but I’m sure my old red truck, some blankets in the back and the drive-in could do?” You couldn’t help but smile, you had some good memories in that truck. And you meant that in a very, non-sexual way with Mark. 

Most were good but there were still some bad ones but in the end they turned out alright. 

 "Pick me up at eight.“

Faults and Breaths

Request: Hello! I would like to request a sister Winchester story, where the reader has a panic attack, and her brothers try and comfort her, but since she is closest with Dean and he’s the one that can calm her down. Lots of fluff will be appreciated. But if you’re uncomfortable with it, it’s totally okay. Xoxo

A/N: Thank you for being my second request ever! Girly I am always here for you if you ever need it, and that also goes for the rest of you lovely beings reading this! This actually was quite challenging for me, but thank you for giving me this request. Remember you guys are never alone, and my inbox and ask box is always open! I love you all, and this stuff hits a little close to home so I am here to help boos! Reminder that requests are open and so is the tag list 😊

I hope you like this, and if you don’t I will gladly rewrite it for you!

Pairings: Sam and Dean x sister!reader and if you look really closely a mention of Castiel

Warnings: THIS COULD BE TRIGGERING SO PLEASE BE CAREFUL BOOS! One swear word (I think) and some (what I hope) is fluff!

Tags: @percussiongirl2017 @metaphysicalmisha @winchesters-favorite-girl @sisterwinchesterwriter  @missygun


Your brothers sat focusing on research at one of the many tables in the library as you tried to focus on your homework. The words on the page of the book being read over and over as your mind could not comprehend the sentences you had to read. Your pencil tapped quietly but you soon dropped it as the motion only helped speed up the harsh palpitations your heart began to create. You tried taking deep breaths, but they only increased the feeling of a loss of oxygen, but this was caused by panting, and not taking the time to focus on breathing. You were too caught up in the jenga game of your emotions, as you tried to push all the pieces into their spots so you wouldn’t crumble into a pile of feelings.

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Questionable love.

Word count: 1.256

Requested: Yes.

Warnings: Angst before the fluff.

It was everywhere; on Twitter, on Instagram and even on your Facebook dashboard. When your eyes first landed on those unpleasant pictures, you felt utterly confused. You rushed to check the date. Maybe they could be last year’s and not recent. But the date was stating otherwise and your insides turned. It couldn’t be true. You and Harry’s relationship was something completely refreshing for the both of you and your happy faces never gave away that there were problems between the two of you. The fact that it was a secret one never really bothered you. Harry had recommended going public but your doubts were understood by him and he never pressured more.

Maybe you had it wrong. Maybe you were not Harry’s number one anymore. Because if you were, those pictures of him wouldn’t exist in the first place. The next thing you felt, was devastation. You knew your decision to keep your relationship a secret would be appreciated but in the end, Harry would not be able to keep doing it. But you thought you knew him. You thought he would come to you and express his thoughts about this and he wouldn’t go behind your back and do what he did. He wouldn’t go behind your back and hold hands with Kendall.

Going up to pack your bags and maybe leave a note behind for Harry to find, was a thought that passed your mind but you were not like that. You wanted to confront him. You wanted to deal with the situation and listen to what he had to tell you about this. You wouldn’t run away. And this is what you did. You waited for Harry to come home and then you could let all your thoughts and frustration out. What you hadn’t planned though, was for your tears to start running down your cheeks like a waterfall. You quietly promised you wouldn’t allow yourself to cry in front of Harry. You didn’t want to show him what his actions did to you, even though it would teach him a hell of a lesson.

After one more hour, you were curled up in your blanket and you heard the bedroom door open. He was here. He was home. The time had come. Suddenly, you knew that something was off because he didn’t greet you with a kiss; heck he didn’t even look in your eyes. You knew he knew he was in big trouble and he knew you knew it too. Not bearing the deafening silence anymore, you decided to speak up first.

“Got anything to tell me?”, you said sternly.

“Y/N-“, he said, hating the tone of your voice. He hated making you upset; he hated making you feel small and he definitely hated it when it was all his fault.

“Keep this in mind: Don’t think about lying to me. Not even for a split second”, you warned and you wished he got the hint.

“Baby, I would never lie to yeh. I am determined to talk to yeh about everythin’ that happened”, he said and you felt a bit better but the bitter feelings were still present.

“You can begin then”, you stated and sat up straight. You really wanted to hear what he had to tell you. You were never one to go down without a fight and surely you were never one who wouldn’t listen to both sides of one story.

“What yeh saw on the social media, is somethin’ terribly made up. I would never do such a thing to us. Yeh should know that by now. Jeff thought that if I appeared with Kendall, that would boost our popularity and percentages. It has nothin’ to do with yeh and it surely has nothin’ to do with us. It is just a publicity stunt. Which will end soon”, he started, and you listened. You knew how these things worked. But what still bothered you was the fact that Harry never informed you.

“Okay. I understand that. But what I can’t let sink in just yet, is why you never mentioned something to me. Instead, you left me here, to find out about this through some nasty photographs and thinking what I did wrong. Why?”, you said and you tried to calm your spilling tears.

“No baby. Yeh have to believe meh. I admit that I should have let yeh know about this but it had nothin’ to do with yeh. I beg of yeh to believe meh”, he said and he seemed truthful. Maybe you had gone too far. But what would he do if he was in your shoes? You were so flooded with thoughts. Maybe some were unnecessary but they kept coming.

“Harry, I want you to feel comfortable around me about anything. I can’t go on and be updated about what’s happening to you via social media. That is what your fans do and I am your girlfriend. That is what makes me different”, you said and looked at your hands. It felt good to let all your thinking out because you were feeling like you would burst.

“Y/N, trust meh. Yeh are the most important thing to meh. And I already feel like shit fo’ not tellin’ yeh. But it won’t happen again. And this fake promotional stuff is about to be ended right now”, he said, kissing your knuckles and fetching his cell phone.

“Harry, what are you doing?”, you asked and you got your answer a minute later.

“Yes? Jeff? This is Harry. Look, I am afraid I can’t be seen with Kendall anymore. I think I have someone else in mind”, he said looking towards your direction and making you raise your eyebrows.

“Ok, see yeh tomorrow.”, then it hit you. He had mentioned something about your relationship. Did he really do that just now?

“Harry, are you serious?”, you said, trying to hide the small smile being displayed on your lips.

“Well, people need to know I am taken. What do yeh say?”, was he really asking you to go public? Yes, he was. But what you could only focus on, was the shine on his bright eyes which told you that he loved you and he wished to show the world you were his and he was yours.

“Yes. Ok. I am in”, you said and Harry instantly planted his lips on yours. It was a big step for you, since you knew what would follow but you had the hope and the certainty that Harry would make it feel more than right.

“Harry, what will happen if your fans don’t like me? I mean I am no model or actress and I feel li-“, Harry’s index finger shushed you.

“Nonsense. They will love yeh like I do. Okay maybe less than meh”, he said and cuddled you close to his chest. You couldn’t help but giggle and snuggle up closer to him.

“Is that so? I think I am flattered”, you contemplated and he pretended to be shocked.

“Do yeh doubt meh confession?”, he said and started tickling you. Loud laughter escaped your lips and you wanted nothing more than to get out of his grip.

“Ok ok I don’t!” you shouted and he stopped. Instead, he hugged you again and started stroking your arm, while kissing you and making sure you wouldn’t question his love for him.

“I swear Y/N, I will never give yeh the chance to doubt meh love”, you heard Harry say and you smiled through his shirt,

“You better don’t”.

Another completed request! I want to deeply thank all of you who request things and give me the opportunity to write more. Also, thank you for liking my work and being patient with me. Requests are still open and I would be glad if I hear from you. Stay lovely people!

My Heaven / Dean Winchester

Request: DeanXReader , Dean has a bad day after a hunt and the reader comforts him and stay by his through his anger and screaming and at the end of the day Dean says to the reader “you’re the reason i don’t go to hell everyday” :x

A/N: I love Dean so I hope you enjoy

Warnings: angst and fluff, making out?

Originally posted by lipstick-mother-fucker

The door creaked open and you looked up to see Dean storm through the door, Sam following through slowly. You caught Sam’s eye as Dean stomped past you without a word, which was unlike him.

Sam shook his sadly,” We couldn’t save the kid. Dean blames himself.”

“Of course he does,” you sighed,” thanks Sam.”

He nodded as you left to find Dean. Eventually, you found him in the library with a bottle of Scotch.

“Hey love,” you whispered as you sat next to him.

You felt him tense when you placed a hand on his on his shoulder. He shrugged it off and downed another shot before growling and throwing the bottle across the room, shattering it on the wall.

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anonymous asked:

Angsty request here! Scenario: The chocobros are fighting against some Imperial Army troopers and they're just about to finish the last one off. As they go in for the final attack, the enemy uses the chocobros s/o as a human shield. It's too late to stop mid-attack, and their s/o is seriously hurt (almost fatally but not quite). How would the chocobros react: when it happened, with the other chocobros while their s/o was recovering, and after their s/o had healed?

*Comes sliding in the Angst* Angst check list is ready! I’m ready! Let’s do this!



Noctis froze in shock, his sword piercing through your sternum, as you stare at him in the eye a look of shock and horror on your own face. The Prince quickly released his sword, reaching out to catch you, as Prompto shot the MT within the face, stunning it long enough for Noctis to moved you both out the way.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Noctis cried, holding you tightly. He hardly heard Ignis call for a tactical retreat, nor when Gladiolus removed you from his arms. Everything was a complete blur as he moved after the others to a safe heaven.

“We have to wait an see Noct.” Ignis replied, resting a hand on the man’s shoulder.

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Bruises ♡ Grayson

Request: ‘‘Babes your account so fresh! I was wondering if I could request something since you’re out of ideas. Your bestfriend’s with (G or E you pick) and you and your ex boyfriend just break up and he’s been harassing you and just being a straight up D bag. Finally the boys have had enough and they get into a fight with your ex. (of course you’ll have to take care of them and clean up their bruises and such and maybe some kissing idk :)‘‘

Response: Thank you so much, that means so much to me!! I may have changed the storyline a little bit, but I hope you enjoy :) xxx

Warning: English is not my native language, so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

While you’re making dinner and hum quietly on a song that is playing on the radio, you feel totally relaxed. But the thought that your boyfriend could be home any minute, freaked you out a bit. You guys have had a lot of fights the last couple of weeks, and they usually started when he got home after a long day of work or whatever he was doing. You didn’t even know what he was doing most of the time, because he didn’t tell you. Whenever you asked how his day had been, he just shrugged and didn’t answer your question. You didn’t dare to ask further questions because you were scared that he thought you didn’t trust him.

With a loud bang you hear your boyfriend closing the door, walking in the kitchen. You make a little jump of scaredness. You were so absorbed in your thoughts that you didn’t hear him coming in. ‘Hi babe,’ you greet him with a loving smile. ‘How are you?’ ‘Hm,’ he answers shortly and throws his car keys on the table. ‘Is dinner almost ready?’ You nod. ‘Yes, two more minutes, sweetie.’

He sighs and sits down at the table. He doesn’t ask you how you are or how your day has been. He was problaby just very tired, you thought. When the food is ready you scoop it on the plate and put it down in front of him. You walk around the other side of the table and sit down to join him.

‘I hope you like it. It’s a new recipe from my mom and she thought you would like it too.’ You smile at him but he doesn’t answer. He immediately starts eating, eyes focused on his food. When he has eaten two bites he puts his cutlery down and looks at you with frowned brows, eyes narrowed. You feel a nervous feeling coming up. ‘Are you fucking kidding me? This tastes like shit.’ He stands up so quickly that you dull backwards, processing what he just said.

‘I want you to make something else. I’m not gonna eat another bite of whatever this is.’ You don’t know what to say. ‘I-I don’t have anything else that I can cook… Maybe we can-’ He cuts you off by throwing his plate on the ground. You hear the sound of breaking porcelain and blink, not believing what he just did.

‘I don’t fucking care. Figure something out.’ ‘I-I can’t…’ you start, but he walks up to you and grabs you by your wrists. ‘You’re hurting me. Let me go!’ you try to liberate yourself, but he is much stronger than you. ‘What were you doing with HIM this afternoon?’ He had suddenly changed the subject, and now you finally knew why he was so mad. Of course it wasn’t because of the food. ‘With who?’ you say, while tears were running down your cheeks. You were scared that he was gonna do something to you. He brings his face closer to you so that he’s just a few inches away. ‘You know who! With that Grayson guy.’ He speaks out his name full of disgust.

You figure that he had probably seen you today while you were out, having lunch with Grayson. But he was just a friend and nothing more. He knew that. ‘He’s just a friend!’ you cry out while he pushes you against the wall. ‘Liar!’ he screams in your face. You try to look away, but he grabs you by your jaw so that you have to look at him. You gasp for air. ‘You dirty, little slut. How dare you going out with an other guy?! I do everything for you! Everything!’ he yells while he squeezes your hands, which are turning white.

‘Please let me go. I can’t take this any longer…. All these fights, I’m sick of it. We’re done,’ you say with a shaky voice. Finally he lets go of you. You rub your hands over your painful wrists. There is a long moment of silence, while you wait for him to yell again. ‘Fine. Leave then. Go back to that piece of shit,’ he says. You’re so surprised that you don’t know what to say, or do. You were paralyzed. When you finally can move again you slide past him.

You grab your phone and keys that were laying on the kitchen counter and almost run to the door. When you’re outside you sigh deeply, inhaling the fresh air. You walk to your car and get in, starting the engine. You knew exactly where you were going to.

‘Y/N! What are you doing here so late? Is everything alright?’ Grayson says with a worried look on his face when he opens the door and sees you. His hair is all messy and he was wearing a tank top and some sweatpants. He was probably just editing a video or chilling on the couch. ‘I… We… I’m…’ You try to form words, but all you can do is cry and sob while your body shakes uncontrollable. He takes a step in your direction and pulls you in for a hug. ‘Sshh…’ he tries to calm you down. ‘It will be okay. Just take a deep breath. Everything is gonna be okay.’ He strokes your back gently while he keeps whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Slowly you allow yourself to stop crying. You feel safe and warm in his strong arms.

You guys stand there for at least two minutes, when Ethan comes up and sees Grayson hugging you. ‘Y/N? What’s going on? What happened?’ Grayson lets go of you and you look up to the twins, while Grayson still holds your arms. You wipe the tears from your cheeks and sniff. ‘Me and Logan broke up this evening. He thought I was cheating on him.’ You see Graysons jaw clenching and Ethans eyebrows frowning. ‘Come in. I want to hear what happened in detail,’ Grayson says and he puts an arm around you. Together you walk to the kitchen while Ethan grabs you a drink.

After you had told the twins the whole story, you could see that they were angry. But not just angry, they were really mad. With bald fists Grayson stands up. ‘I wanna talk to him.’ You stand up too. ‘Grayson, no. That will only make things worse.’ Ethan stands up and goes into the hall to grab his and Graysons jacket. ‘I’ll come too.’ ‘No E, I’m going alone. I don’t want him to be intimidated by the two of us.’ Ethan sighs and nod. ‘Okay.’ You walk behind them, trying to stop Grayson, but he already has his jacket on an his car keys in his hand.

‘Gray, no. I don’t want you to get in a fight. He’ll hurt you.’  Grayson laughs. ‘He won’t. And I’m just going to talk to him, don’t worry. There are just a few things I want to say. I promise,’ he adds when you look at him with an unconvinced look. ‘Okay, then. But I’ll come with you, to make sure you don’t do anything stupid.’ Grayson chuckles while he holds the door open for you.

While you ring the doorbell you look next to you, up to Grayson. He has a confident look on his face, like he exactly knows what he’s going to say. His muscles are tense. You wonder how Logan will react when he sees Grayson. Probably not happy. When he opens the door his eyes flicker from you to him with a confused look. ‘What the-’ But before he knows what’s going on, he gets slammed in the face by Graysons big hand.  ‘Here’s for hurting the most sweetest girl I know,’ he says with a low voice.

‘What the fuck, man!’ Logan says with a hand pressed to his cheek. ‘Gray!’ you cry out, but Logan had already recovered and he tries to hit Grayson in the nuts. But Grayson is faster – and stronger – and he grabs his wrist. But Logan is smart. With his other hand he hits Grayson in the face, causing Grayson to get a nose bleed.  ‘Guys, stop!’ you say in despair, but no one listens. They start fighting and before you know it, Logan – but Grayson too – is covered in bruises. You hear a cracking noise.

‘Please, stop! You’re hurting each other!’ you say, trying to grab their arms. Finally they let go of each other. The room now is filled with panting, Grayson and Logans forehead shiny from sweating. ‘Get the fuck out of my house,’ Logan hisses, while he looks with dark eyes at Grayson. ‘Gladly,’ Grayson answers. ‘And this is the last time you’ll ever see her. You don’t deserve a girl like Y/N.’ He grabs you by your hand and with big steps he walks to the door.

‘Gray, what the hell,’ you say accusingly. He is sitting on his bed while you walk through his bedroom. After the fight you decided to go his house. Ethan wasn’t home, he had gone out with a friend. ‘You say you just wanted to TALK,’ you say while you look at him. He looks at you with puppy eyes, and you know that you couldn’t stay mad at him. ‘Oh shoot,’ you say when you notice that his nose had started bleeding again. ‘What?’ Grayson asks confused. ‘Wait here,’ you demand while you rush to the bathroom. You hold a wash cloth under the water tap and when it’s wet enough, you grab a clean towel out one of the drawers.

You walk back to Graysons bedroom, where he is still sitting on the bed. You kneel down in front of him and hold the wash cloth against his nose. With frowned eyebrows you stroke your fingers over his forehead, where a red bruise had appeared. You notice Grayson staring at you, and you look him in the eyes. ‘I’m sorry…’ Grayson whispers. ‘I just wanted to protect you. And sometimes I overreact. Don’t me mad at me.’ ‘Sshh…’ you hush him, while you move the wash cloth to his forehead, gently stroking against his skin. ‘I understand. It’s okay. Thank you for standing up for me.’ ‘You deserve so much better than him, you should know that. Gosh, he is such a douchebag. I can’t understand that you would date him,’ Grayson says. You chuckle, and you feel yourself relax a little since the whole thing that had happened today. ‘Well, I don’t know it myself, to be honest.’

It is quiet for a moment, and your eyes flicker to Graysons face. He’s biting his lip, eyes wide. ‘You’re so beautiful, Y/N,’ he whispers, while he slowly takes your hand that is holding the wash cloth. Your breath sticks in your throat, you can’t speak a word. You’re totally lost in Graysons eyes, which are filled with lust. Slowly he pulls you closer, so close that you can almost feel his husky breath on your lips. He licks his lips and you know what he was going to do, but you didn’t even mind.

You close your eyes while he puts his warm, soft lips on yours and opens them with his tongue. Willingly you let him kiss you. He cups your face with his hands while you moan quietly in pleasure. After a few seconds he pulls back, a little out of breath. ‘I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know what happened to me. I just-‘ He stuttered, but you place a finger on his lips. ‘It’s okay… I actually enjoyed that,’ you giggle. ‘Well, in that case…’ He smirks and leans in for another kiss.

You’re allowed to complain about your chronic illness
You’re allowed to feel sorry for yourself
You’re allowed to lay in your bed and do nothing
You’re allowed to cry out of pain and suffering
You’re allowed to have bad days
But please don’t forget….
You’re allowed to have good days
You’re allowed to tell your illness to go fuck itself
You’re allowed to be happy and not let it get the best of you
You’re allowed to live your life 
You’re allowed to do whatever you want to do because you are not your illness.

Cry (Out) - Draco Malfoy Smut

thanks for deciding to read my first smut! since i’m a draco girl, the first smut is about him (; enjoy!

word count: 1866

Draco’s fingers pulled lightly at the ends of your ginger locks, his other hand pressing your head towards his chest as he allowed you to cry against him. Sobs wracked your body, and you had a fistful of his robe in each hand.

After a while, you began to calm down and your hands slowly released Draco’s robes. You could feel his piercing grey eyes on the top of your head, trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Y/N, babe?”

Your Y/E/C eyes met his grey ones hesitantly. His face showed concern, and he held onto you as if you were porcelain. His hand has moved from the tips of your hair to your lower back, and his fingers were rubbing slow, soothing circles through the fabric.

“What happened?” He questioned, eyebrows knit together in concern.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath before launching into an explanation for your boyfriend.

You had been reading a book by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room when your twin, Ron, has stomped over to you with your older brothers, Fred and George, and you little sister Ginny in tow.

“Your face is about as red as your face, Ronald,” you joked, the Charms book seated in your lap beginning to pull your attention once again.

Without replying, Ron had grabbed the book off your lap and closed – more like slammed – it shut, throwing it on the floor behind him.

You shot up angrily, glaring at your brother. “Oi, give me that book back Ronald,” you hissed, placing your hands (now curled into fists) on your hips. “I have a test to study for!” When Ron didn’t move, you shot him a look of hate and reached down to grab your book. Before you could, however, Ron shoved a picture in your face.

Your face paled considerably as you recognized the picture in front of you, taken from your dorm. The picture was of you and Draco, who was holding you with his arms placed securely around your back. You watched picture you throw her head back and laugh, before smiling as Draco kissed her on her red nose.

The picture was taken the night before Christmas break, since you wouldn’t be seeing Draco for a few weeks. In the picture, you were outside on the quidditch pitch, with snow falling gently around you. Draco’s Slytherin scarf was around your neck, and he happily used the ends of it to pull you closer to him so his lips would meet yours.

You loved the picture.

“H-how did you get that?” Your voice cracked as your eyes traveled from your livid twin to the rest of your siblings present. They had finally found out about Draco – but this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

“Are you dating Malfoy?” Ron asked, completely ignoring what you had just said. His face twisted in disgust as he said your boyfriend’s name. You paused for a moment, considering saying no. But you were done hiding this.

“Yes,” you whispered, letting your hair fall in front of your face like a shield.


You flinched in fear as Ron’s voice rang out across the common room, and you backed away from him slightly. Tears began to fall from your eyes as you watched Ron take the picture of you and Draco and crumple it, letting it slip to the floor.

Slowly, you stood, moving towards your twin. You bent down, about to grab the picture when Ron grabbed you by the upper arms and brought you so you were face to face. Tears fell freely now, sliding down your tan cheeks.

“Him or me.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at Ron. His brown eyes gazed fiercely into your, and his grip on your arms tightened. Before you could stop yourself, your mouth had formed one word;


You looked at Draco and saw him trying to hide the smile forming on his face. Closing your eyes, you let your head fall against his chest and you let out a small whimper.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay. I’m sure the news was just a shock to him, and he reacted badly. He’ll get over it,” Draco said, pulling away from you so that he could see your face better.

You nodded, biting your lip and looking down. You saw Draco’s breathing speed up as you did so, but didn’t pay much attention to it. Instead, you let yourself get lost in thought – that was, until you felt Draco’s hand (the one that had been rubbing circles on your back) move slowly towards your hip.

Your head snapped up in shock, only to be greeted by Draco’s face, directly in front of your own. His warm breath hit your lips, and his grey eyes looked as if they were staring into your soul. Your breathing sped up as Draco’s hand began pulling the fabric down, little by little slipping off your skirt until it was on the floor.

Your lips were suddenly pressed up against Draco’s as he kissed you gently. After a few seconds, however, he deepened the kiss and moved his hand back to the spot on your lower back, pulling you closer to him.

His teeth bit your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You gladly opened your mouth, your tongues wrestling for dominance as his fingers began to undo your blouse. After the buttons were undone, he pushed the material off your shoulders, leaving you sitting in front of him – only in your underwear.

Draco’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at you, his gaze memorizing every inch of your body. Seeing this, you looked down, slightly embarrassed. You thought your stomach was too chubby, wished for bigger boobs, and immediately wished you had stopped eating sweets, your thighs were huge.

Draco caught onto what you were doing as he lifted your chin up, running his thumb over your bottom lip. His forehead was pressed against yours and his grey eyes stayed on your Y/E/C ones.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

Your hands wrapped around Draco’s tie, pulling him closer to you. His hands found the sides of your face and was pulling you closer to him. The air was dripping with emotion - lust, anger, sadness - but mostly love.

A new kind of hunger flowed through you as your hands began to unbutton his shirt. His calloused hands roamed your body, feeling over every curve from your legs to your breasts. You finally finished with his buttons and pushed his shirt off as his hands began to play with the bra clapse behind your back.

By the time Draco had let out a frustrated sigh and looked to you for help with the bra clapse, you had unbuckled his belt and had pushed his pants down so that they were pooled around his ankles on the floor.

Removing Draco’s hands from your bra, you slowly undid the clapse yourself. You saw Draco’s eyes darken at how slow you were moving, and the minute you had finally pulled apart the clapse, he ripped your bra from your hands and attacked your neck with rough kisses.

You let your head fall back as Draco’s hands roamed your breasts, his fingers rolling your rippled between his fingers skillfully. You moaned as his lips hit your sweet spot, your nails scratching down your back.

Quickly Draco picked you up and turned you so that your head was resting on the pillows at the head of his bed. With his body over yours, he began kissing you, starting at your mouth and working his way lower and lower slowly.

“I - hate - seeing - you- cry,” he said between kisses on your stomach, moving lower after each word, his eyes locked on your face as he smirked against your skin. “But - I - can’t - wait - to - make - you - cry - out.”

His mouth had reached your core, where his smirk grew once he saw how ready you were for him. He slowly pulled down the fabric, kissing your inner thigh while doing so. Your mouth formed a small “o” at this motion.

He chuckled darkly before taking one finger and running it up and down your dripping folds. He slowly rubbed you until you were begging for him. “Please, Draco,” you cried, trembling.

His eyes seemed to darken even more, if that was possible, when you said that. He brought his mouth over you opening, his breath making you shiver as he spoke.

“Oh, darling, you should not have said that.”

In an instant, Draco’s tongue had dipped inside of you and you moaned, grabbing the sheets around you. His tongue moved slowly, and he kept your legs apart with his hands. Every few seconds, he would give your clit a sharp lick, sending you into fits of moans and cursing.

Draco must have felt you tighten around him, because he pulled away after a minute or two. His hair was stuck to his forehead, which was plastered in sweat. His eyes roamed your body as he sexily crawled back over to you, fully naked (you didn’t know what he had undressed himself, but you were sure glad he had).

His cock dangled dangerously near you entrance as Draco placed himself over you, his lips connecting with your collarbone. You felt him suck, nip and bite as he pleased, wanting to claim you as his.

He moved one hand from your side and lined himself up at your entrance, before laying his body back over yours. His teeth nibbled at the skin under your ear as you waited - quite annoyed at the teasing - for him to enter you.

As if Draco had read your mind, he slammed into you without warning, causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure. Your hands scraped his back, leaving new scratch marks every time he pounded into you.

Soon, you were both a moaning mess, and Draco’s thrusts were becoming sloppier. You felt your walls tighten around him, which Draco also seemed to notice. He placed his lips to you ear, whispering a “Release with me, baby,” in his husky voice.

Not even a second later, you released, your eyes rolling back into your head and your back arching towards him. Your nails dug into his back, and you were at a loss for words.

A few seconds later Draco did the same as you, only with more control. After he finished, he pulled out of you gently and laid next to you. Your heart was pounding, and your breathing was spotty - all because of Draco.

You relaxed a little as Draco pulled you closer to him, almost falling asleep in his embrace. Draco must had thought you had fallen asleep, however, because he kissed your head and you could feel him staring at you.

“I’m so glad you chose me, Y/N,” he said, before drifting into sleep himself.

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Part 22 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language, Mention of drugs and Adult themes.)

Summary: Your group of friends have gotten on well for years, but what happens when a divide is caused by joining the wrong people? School AU
OT5- Baekhyun, Sehun, Jongdae, Minseok and Chanyeol.

Word Count: 3,286

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21  Part 23 Part 24  Part 25  Part 26 Part 27  Part 28 Part 29

A/N: Hoping there are no typos in the numbers otherwise that will mess it up. Let’s pray for the best.

You continued to be furiously interrupted by the constant ringing of your phone and Sehun’s phone but you tried ignoring regardless.

“What do you mean you’re coming for me?…” You breathed as you stared aimlessly into Sehun’s face there was nothing about it that you recognised, he was a completely different person. He was a demon.

“Must I explain myself all the time?” He clicked his tongue as he looked down at you through angry eyes. Your phone began to ring again; you let out a little scream as you angrily answered it.

What the fuck is it Minseok!? Now is a very bad time. Very bad!” You hissed down the phone as you wiped your bleeding finger on your sleeve.

Please tell me you know where Sehun is!”
Your heart thumped a little at the sound of desperation in Minseok’s voice. For the most part Minseok was a pretty mellow kid and so desperation wasn’t something you were used to hearing from him you were getting a bad feeling much like you had been ever since everything had begun to turn upside down.

He’s with me now…why?”

Put me on loud speaker! Now Y/N!” He growled at you. Minseok had never spoken to you in such a manner before. You wasted no time in putting him on loud speaker, urging him to speak up.
Sehun don’t you dare fucking do any of it.”

“Do what?”

“Put your knife down.”

“How the fuck?—it doesn’t matter. No. I don’t know what you know, but no. I won’t”

“This is stupid Sehun! Reiji has got you and Baekhyun exactly where he wants you. Along with Nel, K and Tay. Do you really think you’re about to benefit from this? This has gone too far Sehun stop it! Reiji’s confiscated Baekhyun’s phone and he’s under house arrest, if he makes one wrong move it’s all over for him! Stop this or you’ll be next.”
You frowned at your phone in your hand, how did Minseok know all of this?

“Hang up.” Sehun growled at you, his eyes burning holes into the back of your skull. You shook your head, waiting for Minseok to carry on talking him out of whatever it was that he was planning on doing.

He shot his arm out and wrapped his hand across your throat slowly and steadily applying pressure, your eyes widened as you realised that you were finding it harder and harder to breathe, he was slowly strangling you. “I said hang the phone up now.” He whispered it this time and it was more sinister than the first. You tried to swallow but failed as you pressed the ‘hang up’ button on your screen. He released his hand from your neck and frowned at you. “I have a knife in my pocket and you’re daring to defy me. Fucking low class people, you’re all really fucking dumb.”
You took in a sharp breath, allowing the oxygen to rip through your lungs. You were crying now, not because of the social slur but because of what was happening.

“Sehun I don’t understand what’s going on.” You allowed tears to spill down your face; you were seriously confused and scared at the same time. You had never been so scared of anyone in your life. “What’s going on with you and Baekhyun? Why have you—”

“Stop asking me fucking questions, we’re going to the car. Now!”

Baekhyun’s P.O.V.

He woke up shaking on the cold ground, the last he remembered he was knocked out with a concoction of drugs which K had forced him to swallow. Shit was an understatement of how he was feeling right now. Ever since Minseok had told him about Ten Lee, Reiji had become increasingly hostile towards him, suppose he knew? Baekhyun couldn’t help thinking to himself. He had to get out of here, the cellar of Tay’s apartment, but the gash on his right leg was making it increasingly difficult for him to move. He was on his way to warn Sehun about Reiji. But he never ended up making it.
Baekhyun groaned in pain as he slowly dragged himself up from the floor and towards the creaky wooden steps which, mind you, looked as though they would collapse at any given moment. He had been given an ultimatum before he was knocked out cold and that was; ‘to destroy Ten Lee or suffer the consequences’. Baekhyun was confused since he had just assumed that Ten Lee was dead, but now he was being told to kill him instead, that was something he most definitely hadn’t signed up for. Baekhyun slowly dragged himself down the hallway and into the living room, it was dark inside and out and he could hardly see anything. They had confiscated his phone and kept him locked in several hidden locations for what seemed like forever. Reiji had promised that if he found any trace of Baekhyun trying to contact his ‘clique’ for help then he would end some of them there and then. Starting with Y/N.
He dragged himself over to the side of the living room feeling for the lamp switch and switching the light on. He then began to hurriedly sift through the draws, before anyone got back. Looking for his phone desperately. His hand came to a stop as it hovered above a device. It wasn’t his phone but it belonged to Tay. He quickly switched it on and opened the messenger application.

: Mum. Don’t worry I’m okay, I’ve just been studying so hard lately and I end up falling asleep at a friend’s house. I lost my phone I need you to go inside my diary and send me that number I’ve written in green on the first page.


Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Sehun please stop this, please.” You begged him, tears running down your face as he dragged you through the large house.
You ended up at his parent’s house. It was absolutely grand. Their taste was expensive and honestly you were expecting nothing less from them. There were glass statues everywhere and a bottle of the finest wine on display at every corner you turned.

“Shut up.” Sehun hissed brandishing the knife throughout the house. You could hear mumbling coming from of the rooms and it became apparent that Sehun was out to kill his parents.

“Sehun stop, you can’t do this.” You whispered as you pulled on his sleeve. They’re your parents you’re not supposed to be doing this. They raised you, they’re the reason you’re here.”

He stopped abruptly, yanking your arm so hard that for a moment you thought that he had pulled it out of your socket.

“You’re making the situation worse right now, so shut the fuck up. Next is Baekhyun, so you can see him suffer before it’s your go.”
You bit your lip as you stared intensely into his eyes, silent tears still spilling down your cheeks.

“Sehun please stop this, this isn’t you. What has Reiji done to you?” You placed your hand over his as he looked at you blankly for a second, it was silent but it felt like it was forever.  You felt a weird sensation take over you the longer he stared at you and a feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach before he pushed your hand away.

“Get off of me and keep your mouth shut.” He whispered in your, venom lacing his tongue. He dragged you closer to the sound and swung the door open pushing you onto the hard wooden floor. You looked up to see a man laying on the bed with nothing on but his underwear, his hands were digging in to the waist of the skinny woman on top of him whom was also in nothing but her underwear, their eyes widening in fear as they were glued onto the knife in Sehun’s hand. Sehun let out a sadistic yet sarcastic chuckle as he looked down at the people on the bed.

“This scraggly bitch? Pathetic. Absolutely disgusting.” He yanked the woman by her hair dragging her off of the man and dropping her with force onto the hard floor. You could see the veins popping up in Sehun’s arm and throat now, adrenaline coursing through his body. “You’re a poor excuse for a father you know that right?” He eyed the man up and down, his grip tightening around his knife.

“Sehun, what the fuck are you doing?” His dad shuffled back on the bed pulling the covers up over his body. You stared up wide eyed at him from your space on the floor, the woman next to you was crying now; her shoulders shaking violently.

“Tell your whore to shut up.” Sehun huffed as he took a step backwards into her direction; his eyes still focus on his father.

“How dare you call my fiancée—”

“Shut the fuck up!” Sehun hissed as he squatted down beside the woman’s trembling body. “She won’t be your fiancée for much longer. She’ll only be a memory.” He smirked in her ear as he began to trace the knife around her throat, allowing the blade to catch her skin every now and then; leaving small blobs of blood here and there. “So I assume you’re the bitch that daddy was cheating on mummy with, huh?” He said in a mockingly childish voice as he pinched her thigh, instantly leaving behind a bruise. “But you knew he was married and had a kid right? Pathetic. You’re a dirty woman did anybody ever tell you that?”

“Sehun stop this now!” His dad shouted from the bed, hesitantly sliding off.

“Shut the fuck up!” He shouted back, his face was a bright red. He focused his attention back on his father’s fiancée. “You’ve already planned a wedding yet my parents haven’t even finalised their divorce, do you know how disgusting that is? I bet your parents are proud of you, you piece of scum, and you’re high in class for what? Look at you; you can’t even be more than 8 years older than me.” He pulled a strand of her hair and then smacked her hard in the face causing her to cry out. “You destroyed my family, you destroyed my life, you destroyed my psyche and mentality along with it too. You’re the worst kind of person. I want you to know that before you take your last breath. I really want you to come to terms with what kind of a sick, corrupt human being you really are. You’re a dirty rat and I really hope the guilt and the dirtiness of your ways is ripping through your body and tormenting you this very second, you’re a home-wrecker does that feel good bitch?”

You sat there in silence, all that could be heard was your heavy breathing. You weren’t sure what had come over Sehun but at this point it was looking irreversible, he was completely fuelled with anger, the way in which he looked at this woman was telling you that there was no going back and there was nothing you could do about it, all you could wonder was if whether or not what he said about you and Baekhyun being next was really true, and if it was you were in very deep trouble. You were a breathing casualty, a breathing fatality waiting to happen.
Sehun’s father began to take a step closer towards them on the floor, never taking his eyes off of the knife which was now positioned at her thigh.

“Come a step closer and I’ll kill her.” Sehun hissed as he held the knife closer to her thigh. His father was still inching closer.

“Dad I mean it!” Sehun yelled this time, but his facial expression had changed; now you could see panic and uncertainty settling in as his hand began to shake along with knife he was holding. “I’m not joking dad mo—”
Without warning Sehun’s father lunged forward at Sehun and a chorus of screams rang out in the room, one of them being you. You could hear screaming and crying and you were becoming disoriented, you had no clue what was going on until you looked over at them properly your eyes widened.

“Oh Sehun…” his father gasped, his breath bated as he clung onto his mistress. “What have you done?!”
There was a big rip in her thigh, blood pouring out. She was screaming at the top of her lungs and hitting a pitch and volume that you thought was impossible for such a small person. “SEHUN!” his dad screamed. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” He ran up to grab his phone from the bed side table. “Hello, yes I need an ambulance and Police. 32 Witherton Crescent, off the side of Departo. Hurry.”

You looked at Sehun in panic, you had only just noticed that his hand was bleeding too, the knife directly inside the middle of his palm, he was still crying out in pain, before you acted on impulse. Standing up you grabbed Sehun’s wrist and pulled him up to his feet. You dragged him out of the bedroom and through the huge house. The only thing on your mind at that precise moment was to get him out of that situation; you couldn’t let him get arrested; although you knew he deserved it you just couldn’t let it happen. The hesitation in his eyes at the last second let you know that the old Sehun that you had grown to be friends with was still in there somewhere; you dragged out into the cold air and frisked his pocket for his car keys once finding them you quickly opened the door.

“Get in, quickly!” You shouted “We need to get out of here fast.”
Sehun’s father clearly didn’t love him near enough as much as any father should love their child and so you knew letting Sehun go down would be an absolute breeze for him. You panicked as you stared at Sehun’s hand. He wasn’t going to be able to drive. “Shit, I don’t know how to drive.” You mumbled as you bit your bottom lip.

“Well now is your chance to learn.” Sehun hissed through gritted teeth and unbearable pain, he was squeezing his wrist so as to slow the bleeding down; the knife was still planted firmly in its place. You nodded your head and jumped behind the steering wheel, you were scared. In fact you were absolutely terrified but you had to get the both of you out of there, at that point you were an accessory to the attack and now you were likely to be in trouble too. Plus you were low class trash and everyone knew that low class trash were always the guilty ones from the get go. For you it was more likely to be ‘guilty until proven innocent.’

“Can you drive faster?!” Sehun yelled from next to you, barely being able to keep his eyes open.

“Don’t fucking shout at me! This is your fucking mess Sehun, what the fuck were you playing at trying to kill people, I thought you possessed a higher IQ. You bastard!” You turned a corner, knocking over a stray cat as you went but that was the last thing on your mind. “Sehun what the fuck were you thinking?”

“I don’t know…”He breathed, letting a new tone of voice slip past the pain.


“I don’t know, I wanted to do it. I wanted to do it so badly, but I couldn’t. But then he got closer and I panicked…”
You took a quick glance at him before looking back at the road ahead of you, a tear was running down his cheek as he focused on the knife still stuck in his palm.

“Stop crying…this is your fault…” You tried to say with conviction but you failed. No matter how badly he had messed up you felt sad for him and you felt obliged to get him out of the situation.
“You can’t go back home now, you know that? Neither of us can right now, we need to lay low.” He let out a grunt. “But first we need to do something about your hand.”

An hour and a half later and you and Sehun were sitting in his car, you him and silence. You had managed to bandage up his hand and now you were in a desolate area of nothingness that you never even knew existed. Your first exam was supposed to be in a week’s time, the thought of it was a joke now there was no way you‘d pass.

“I’m sorry…” Sehun breathed. “I always manage to fuck shit up. It was all a mistake…I’m a mistake…everyone would be better off without me.”

You rolled your eyes as you turned to look at him.
“Don’t say that Sehun, that’s not true.”
He laughed in disbelief as he turned his head to look at you.

“After everything I’ve put you through these past couple of weeks, you’re telling me you don’t hate me? You don’t wish I could just… disappear?”

“Of course I don’t Sehun, you’ve been an absolute asshole and idiot, but the better memories outweigh the worse ones.”  And for reasons beyond your understanding you found yourself reaching out to stroke Sehun’s face. Your eyes widened in shock at your own actions as you quickly withdrew your hand. “I know…don’t touch you I’m sorry…”

“No…  I want you to touch me.” He whispered, his voice was softer than ever now, as though he wasn’t shouting at you a couple of hours ago,. “Please…” He reached for your hand and dragged it back up to his face, placing it on his cheek. You found yourself stroking his face again, not even bothering to pull away and suddenly you felt a knot tying in your stomach, it felt strange almost like the knot you felt in your stomach when you used to start at Baekhyun softly and innocently biting his lower lip. “I never wanted to do this to you, I’m so sorry… You know how I feel Y/N, I promise you that this was never my intention. Not really.” It was silent for a while as you stared intently at each other, you frowned slightly as Sehun bent his head down and started leaning in towards you and before you could ask what he was doing you felt his lips on top of yours. However this time around you didn’t pull away; instead your hand was grazing its way through his hair and you felt that you were enjoying the sensation of his warm soft lips on your own. The kiss was tender and sweet and it got better with every lingering second. He began parting your lips with his tongue, when suddenly you pulled away at the sound of your phone buzzing in your pocket. Your breath was fast as you looked him in confusion, your chest heaving up and down

“What the fuck just happened?”
He shrugged at you as he bit his bottom lip nervously, maybe your body reacted that way automatically out of pity for his situation.
“Well whatever it was it’s never happening again, do you understand?” You frowned as you dipped your hand into your pocket and looked at the message on your phone.

“What the fuck?…” You whispered as you looked at your screen in confusion and astonishment. A row of numbers showing up. “What the heck is this?”

4448 4447777 22-23355449998866.
444 5566-6669 444 333882225533-3 887. 4446 44466 8777666882255533. 333444777-77778 4448 927777 64446677773366655, 844-4447777 8444633 44487777 633 2663 777733448866. 4446 877727-733-3 44466 666-6633 666333 84433444777 44666887777337777.


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